I woke up, staring at the ceiling, how long am I here? Is it morning already? I can’t hear sounds around me, I looked down, my body was still on the bed, dark red strings in shapes of scratches are all over my body, my nipples are pointing up and burn marks are on them, my breasts are resting in my hands, blue and black marks on them, my belly hurts, I think a truck had hit me if i didn't know any better, I felt so used, my vagina felt so stretched, my clitoris was sore, my pussy lips were bruised, the inside of my thighs were in a shade of black from their banging against them. 

The old man who bought me a drink yesterday was smoking in the corner of the room,  he said “you were great”, I answered peacefully “you too” and walked slowly to the shower, I cleaned my body from the dry sweat, the spit, the ashes and the cum. The cum was everywhere, in every hole possible, I could feel it crawling out of my bottom.

I dried myself slowly and walked back to the room, the old man was standing alone in it, he handed me an envelop and added “we never had someone like you, you are very good at what you do, I sure do hope we can work again”, I took the envelop and placed it on the bed, I looked up to him and said “I’m no pro, you guys were my first customers and by the looks of it, I’m not sure I will be able to do it again..”, the old man laughed with his old laugh and said “yes that was bill, he loves the smell of flesh bruised by a cigar, I told him he will have to pay extra for that – everything is in the envelop!”, I thanked him and sent him on his way.

The last few weeks were passing in my mind, the plain life I had, the offer I got from a random guy on the net, the traveling to a different country alone, marking my group and allowing them to drug me knowing I would be better drugged up and not remembering everything, the old man and all they passed me through.

other people in the pub watched them, some asked me if they could have a turn at me, the old man refused, saying "maybe next time"..

I have not told anyone about this, but sex with my husband seems so dull now. He is just about average size and I spend most of my time reliving those hours and thinking I would like it to happen again. Please let me have your comments.