It all started so long ago that it still seems to me that it was a big part of my life. How strange, I am only 25 and I managed to see and feel so much that not every woman can see in her whole life.

My sexual experience began at the age of 14, it was at this age that a woman began to appear in me and it was during this period of time that my mother had a new one, or better to write another husband. There were many of them, but only he alone could leave such an indelible mark on my memory.

An unpleasant appearance, Armenian forty years. It is hard to say how he could charm my mother, but she followed him as if under hypnosis, she literally went crazy when he disappeared somewhere and forgave him everything. She gave herself to me and me, without even thinking about what she was doing. No, it was not love, it was something inexplicably scary.

My first sexual intercourse, he did not go with a languid classmate under the cover of night, but under the body of an old, hard Caucasian. On that day, my girlfriend and I left the last two lessons at school, left, as befits non-responsible schoolgirls, to the movies. Upon arrival home, it turned out that they already know about our offense. One stupid call from school and the whole life awry.

The verdict was rendered instantly. "Flogged, here is the best way, punishment, so that it no longer has to be," said the Caucasian. Mom did not speak, she completely trusted him to my upbringing. He took me to the office, removed my mother to the kitchen, turned on the music center, and took the leather belt. He pushed me to the table and immediately threatened that if I resisted, he would beat me up, because of his male fist, I had time to try it, so I decided not to resist, it would be better not to be even. He tilted me, raised his skirt, lowered his panties. It was terribly embarrassing to stand in front of him in this position, I cringed, waiting for punishment. Gevork departed, it was clear that he was considering me, I tried to straighten up, but immediately received a strong blow with a belt. I screamed in pain and cried in resentment. Gevork hissed: Lie down. After he paused, you could hear him unbuttoning his jeans. At that moment I did not even suspect the seriousness of the situation. He came close, for some reason pressed against me, I started, tried to get up, but he twisted my arm. I screamed, he hit me hard on the buttocks. He was tormented for a long time to enter me, after he finally became furious from failure and entered. He raped me for a long time and silently ignoring my tears and moans. When it was over, he ordered to dress and be naturally silent about what happened. Then, in my childish naivete, I did not say anything to anyone, thereby causing the continuation of the whole epic. So they punished me regularly for three years. Over time, I got used to it and even got into the taste of the case, the couple even wanted such a punishment.

As soon as I turned 18, I found new adventures for myself, or rather, adventures found me. I went to the United Arab Emirates, with a group of the same as me, absolutely no one need of girls. As always in such cases, we went to find a better life and to work in a bar. Yes, the bar was small, mossy, with dirty tablecloths and not a pleasant-looking bartender at the counter, with ineptly mixed cocktails and a persistent smell of alcohol throughout the establishment. The work appeared on the first day, we were given to wash, explained a couple of not complicated rules of this institution, who did not understand the first time, explained physically, after that it came to everyone. And in the midst of the evening, in a semi-nude form released into the hall. No, we did not need to dance striptease, it was already danced before us, all that was required was simply to lure and entertain the Arabs with our body, to fulfill their requests, and of course to satisfy the full program in a special place. Who at first and tried to resist, so it is only more turned on these loons.They took by force, they tied up, they perverted over the poor female bodies as if they had seen it for the first time, and in turn it seemed to me that this was my last day, everything was aching and burning. But tomorrow was the next day, half a day we slept off, and then back to work. And where did these vital forces come from to live on, but they were and I lived.

This went on for about two months. And after sexual slavery acquired new colors, I bought, some fat Bedouin, still tormented by the question how much I stand. I was brought to some big house, there was no harem here, and maybe it was, they just kept me apart. I admit it was better here, I was examined by a doctor, I was barely touched for two weeks, only occasionally taken to the host’s show. Naked, he asked to turn one side, then the other, then bend down, but raise his hands. After what was in the bar, it was easy and not so pleasant. I thought for a long time why I was here, I learned the answer in a few weeks. The host has gathered friends for some kind of card game, I was for the winners. Fucked right at the card table, fucked at all, no one was embarrassed. I was put on all fours on a low coffee table, everyone who won, came up, and rudely did his job. So I stood for about an hour, my hands and knees numb, but it was not allowed to sit down. After they began to rape by two, one did it in the mouth, and the second in the place that had already been driven to the limit. A new amusement appeared, who was faster, they were tormenting me from all sides, I was moaning and even screaming. Those who watched from the side, just laughed and urged on others, they even made bets, someone won, someone lost. I was released only after three hours, all torn to pieces and disheveled, but I will not hide my satisfaction with the full program. And so almost a year kept me under lock and key. All care, keep yourself in full readiness for new orgies. They were different, with taste and without, perverted and not very, but there were a lot of them, and if you start to remember everything, you will have to spend a lot of time on this story. Is it worth it, time.

After an absolutely incredible way I managed to escape, I returned to Minsk, without money, without happiness, all torn to pieces and killed. Much time has passed since then, but everything seems to me that it was only yesterday.