How long? I don’t know. Minutes, hours, an eternity.
The negress stepped behind me, continued filming while she pushed my legs apart with her feet to open my cunt. I ran out, I knew it, I was dripping, and the negress filmed my holes, my wetness, the glitter, the juice. Her foot on my leg signalled to me to lie on my back and spread my legs wide. Which I did. And the foot of the negress walked to my cunt, stroked along it, rubbed my clit and finally drove into me. I groaned, rubbed myself against her and while I was leaning against the foot of the negress, the dog whined, howled. The young lad held the dog’s body tightly, pressed his backside against my head lying on the ground.
My mouth was wide open, my tongue was licking and kissing the dog’s sphincter as the animal began to wriggle. But the boy’s grip was so tight that the dog could not escape. He wriggled, cramped, shook, crouched over my face, relaxed and discharged his bowels above me. Right into my wide open mouth, onto my nose, over my face. I was so surprised and the negress as well, that she jumped to the side, almost forgot the camera, roared something, choked and finally vomited over me because of the bestial stench that immediately filled the whole room, so that the negress’ vomit mixed with the dog shit ran over my face and hair on the floor.
Even the young man now groaned with disgust, letting go of the dog’s grip, who immediately fidgeted freely, scratching my naked body with his claws, disappeared howling, but shortly afterwards turned around, came back and watched his work. I just lay on the floor, wounded, humiliated, dirty, in vomit and dog excrement, moaning one of my deepest orgasms into the still running camera. Meanwhile the dog licked my face and I returned the most beautiful French kiss I had had in a long time.
Instead of being allowed to enjoy my orgasm to the full, the negress started kicking me and ranting loudly about what a rotten sow I was, that I was an animal, that I was best kept in a stable, that I wasn’t even worth serving the beautiful dogs and so on.
Meanwhile, Nero had retreated to a corner of the room and was cleaning himself, while I had to wipe the floor with my bare hands, kicked and insulted, and shoving anything I could get my hands on into my mouth. Finally I licked the linoleum floor clean with my tongue. The young man had opened the windows and let fresh air into the big room, which was a relief for all of us.
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V
HUMILIATION
The anger of the Negress was far from over. She had pressed the camera into the boy’s hand, given him the order to continue filming, dragged me by the hair across the floor and dragged me out through the back door into the small back garden. Nero barked.
It was a fenced-in, dirty garden, which years ago was probably once covered with lawn, but now it was nothing but sward and dirt. A pile of firewood lay around, metal debris, garden hoses, and in the back a wooden crate shielded the parking lot behind it. Here she kicked me further, punched me in the face with her flat hand and in the stomach with her fist. I went down to the ground, where she continued to kick me.
Then she rolled a high-pressure cleaner in front of me, turned it on with a rattling sound, and with curses and insults she sprayed me. At first the water was refreshing, but after a short time the temperature increased sensitively and became hotter and hotter until I felt boiling water would scald me. I screamed in pain and fear. But the negress didn’t care. The water clapped against my breasts, in my face, I tried to cross my hands to protect my head, but by then the hot water was already hissing to my armpits and scalded them. I screamed pathetically, but this only incited the woman even more. With a hard jet she took the centre of my body, wandered to my shame and the only thing I could think of was to keep my legs closed.
“Spread your legs, bitch!” she shouted. And when I didn’t obey her order right away, she switched off the Kärcher, let the spraying rod slide to the ground and came over me. I had never looked into such a hateful face before. In a low but perfectly clear voice she said: “And if you don’t spread your legs, I swear to you: I’ll kill you! I’ll boil the skin off your face until you are finished!” After a short pause: “Keep your legs apart and don’t even flinch!”
I was scared, terrified. I suspected that this person, whom I had only met a few hours ago, did not pity me and did not shrink from making me disappear forever. No one knew where I was. And no one would ever miss me. So I gathered my courage and opened my legs under sobs and held them shamelessly wide spread with my hands. A hard kick from her in my cunt made me scream again. She laughed.
“Be glad you’re so docile. I would have killed you otherwise!” That was the end of it. I shivered, my skin was burning and red. But it seemed that I had saved my tender cunt. She pulled me up by my hair until I could sit on the dirty floor. With a cable tie she closed her arms on my back and pulled a heavy black jute bag over my head, so that I was caught in the motionlessness of a darkness, stinking of vomit and dog excrement. Then her footsteps and the footsteps of the young man moved away.
How long I sat there, I don’t know. In the darkness I quickly lost all sense of time. At first I felt the burning of the skin, which was intensified by the burning of a high sun. Then it became cool, maybe even dark. Was it grasses that pricked me, or insects that ran over my body? I could’n tell. I only knew that I lay down, but no matter how I lay down, after a short time I felt pain.
If I lied on my arms tied together, they went numb after a few minutes. When I turned around, I lied on my big breasts, which also started to press and pound too quickly. But lying on my side was no relief either, because then the arm I had to lie on fell asleep and began to hurt. It was hell. I shivered. I dawned away.
At some point, half asleep, I heard footsteps, clattering, the breathing and sniffing of an animal, I turned on my back and instinctively spread my legs. The animal licked my thighs, licked its tongue over my sex, which gave me an electric shock. I moaned. A human voice laughed. Then I heard the sound of bubbling liquid directly on my face, the jute sack was wetting and an unbearable stench of animal urine surrounded me. Then the footsteps moved away and the pitter-patter of the dog faded and complete silence set in.
I woke up hearing a rustle like a plastic sheet. A police siren could be heard in the far distance and the noise of cars came softly to my ears. A short time later something was pulled over me that almost completely sealed off the sounds of the outside world. Cold plastic slowly sank over me and I remained in my new world of stench and darkness. I cried softly. And fell asleep.
I was already twilight again when my cover was pulled aside, hands grabbed me, grabbed my arm and ankles and lifted me up into the air. Roughly, I woke up moaning. My whole body ached as if I had run a double marathon. Someone cursed, my head hit a hard object, I screamed. Then I was thrown like a sack of potatoes onto a cold metal surface, a sliding door was closed and locked. A short time later an engine started and I felt vibration and shaking. I was in a vehicle that had started moving.
The journey was long. Very long. No one spoke to me or answered my calls. Naked, tied up and under a stinking gunnysack, time passed. At some point the engine stopped, the sliding door was unlocked and pushed to the side and again hands grabbed me, pulling me from the loading area and putting me on my feet. I felt like a prisoner of war who was being led to execution.
Hands were nesting on the jute bag above my head and I heard cursing from the stench as it was pulled off my face. I blinked. I was standing in a dark street whose street lamps had shattered. Two blocks away a car drove by. A white police car turned into the street at the next corner and stopped. The headlights dazzled me. Two cops in uniform got out, exchanged a few words and lit a cigarette. They smoked and looked at me from a distance. One of them was Hank. He put out his cigarette and came towards me.
Then the passenger door of the van that had transported me jumped open and the Negress got out. She was still wearing that cheap pink dressing gown, but now she was wearing high shoes with platform heels. She laughed at Hank.
“Well, is it the right one?”
Hank had come to us and looked at me. “Yes, she is. The Negro whore Mareike.” Turned to the negress, “Nice movie, by the way, already went through the roof. The bidding war is in full swing.” And to me: “You just took off, you stupid piece of shit!”
With that he swung out and punched his fist full into my stomach. I flipped forward from the punch where his leg was already waiting for me. He kicked my head with his knee and threw me onto the back of the van, and because my arms were still tied behind my back, I slammed my head right onto the floor of the van. I screamed in pain and tasted blood on my lip.
Hank leaned into the van, grabbed my hair and pulled my head up: “They dishonorably discharged me from the army. Because of you!” he yelled at me. Hate sparkled in his eyes.
“You raped me!” I whispered back.
“I raped you?” he said in a now calmer voice. “Me? You begged for it. We have it on film. You wanted Jeff to fuck you so hard you’d give up. You wanted him to piss on you and shit in your mouth. You begged for it and we taped it!”
“Hank, it can’t be!” I whispered.
“You’ll see the movie, you stupid cunt! But it doesn’t matter. You fucked up my life. And now you’re here and you’re done! I swore to myself I’d punish you. I swore to fuck you up real bad. And that’s what I’m gonna do. Revenge tastes fucking sweet!” He spat twice more in my face and made my head fall back. I cried hysterically.
“What are you going to do with that sow?” he turned to the negress.
“We need customers,” she replied. “I want to shoot some more movies of her getting hammered in the back of the van.”
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