From the driver there was an intolerable smell for a long time not washing men's socks. I was disgusted. And I tried to push the elder's hand away and put my legs together.

“Hey, Petruha, she kicks,” he sneered.

“So they won't call,” Petruha summed up.

- Well, you fucking, get out of the car - and he hit me in the face, grabbed the collar, dragged me out of the car.

Having pushed me with his face into the grass under the tree, he unbuttoned his pants and lifted his skirt, tore off my pants, loudly puffed up and tried to stick my penis into me. This did not work out for him, since his member was not standing well enough. The elder at that time grabbed my hair and lifted my head and, taking out his member, ordered me to open my mouth. I did not obey. Then he punched me in the face. Sparks shot from my eyes, and I lost consciousness. What did these two bastards with me, I do not remember. It seems they had me in all holes. At the end of the bullying, I woke up because they were urinating on my face. My clothes were torn. I was again pushed into a car and the rest of the way to the city I came to myself. Lips from a blow swelled. My head was buzzing. And the terrible smell of urine, which I poured, brought me to nausea.

They brought me to the bullpen and surrendered to the duty officer, explaining that I was a prostitute and I was detained for drug trafficking when I was high and was lying at the station under the shop. The duty officer, having issued the necessary documents, took me to a cell that looked more like a cage at the zoo.

Two women of indefinite age sat in the cell. One of them immediately approached me and asked me to smoke. I had no cigarettes. She, angry with me, called me a whore and, seizing me by the hair with one hand, began fumbling with my other hand in my pockets. I began to resist. She, feeling that it smells of urine from me, swore obscenely and, holding my hair, began to beat my head against the wall. I screamed. The attendant came up to the lattice of the camera. They, these two bitches, began to tell him that I gave a fight when they did not let me smoke. Having listened to them, he said, turning to me: “You slut did not have time to sit down, as you begin to violate the order of detention of detainees. For this, I will put you in another place. ”

He twisted my arm behind my back and took me to another cell in which at least ten men were sitting. What they got up with me I can not and do not want to tell. Such dirt and cruelty is difficult to imagine even in a nightmare. Everyone fucked me. I sucked everyone. Nobody even stuttered about condoms. They fucked me "live." The two criminals had sewn balls into the members, from which their members resembled a corn cob, which they swallowed by half. You can imagine my feelings when these repeat offenders fucked me in my pussy and ass.

The camera had fun with me until the morning. In the morning I was transferred to the women's cell, where, by the way, there was no one. My clothes were torn. Chest and back bruised. From the pain between my legs and behind, I could neither sit nor lie down. After lunch, the guard opened the cell and, forcing me to sign, announced: “Your identity has been established, the Investigator sent a release order. If you are not satisfied with something, you can appeal against illegal actions in accordance with the Criminal Procedure Code. And now you are free. ”

After everything that has happened to me in the last three days, I have neither the strength nor the desire to rejoice at my release. I called home from the attendant and asked my husband to come and pick me up, since I myself did not have the strength to move. How we got home I do not remember. My husband did not ask me anything, only sighed sympathetically and fulfilled all my requests - I was a sick, unhappy woman for him.The result of fucking the last days - whether in the country, or in the forest near the police UAZ, and, most likely in the preliminary detention cell, was a whole bunch of venereal diseases, which partners awarded me. I applied to the doctors only two days later, when I felt itching and burning in the genitals. I was treated for syphilis, gonorrhea, and some other nasty thing that I was awarded.

After treatment, I have not had sex for a long time. Victor didn't call me. Sex with a husband of full-fledged sex because of the small size of his member can not be named. I didn’t want sex with animals, probably it’s not for me. I needed just a male member, but rather a few and more. Therefore, abstinence passed for me (in spite of the stress I received) hard. Our relations became full of mutual reproaches and quibbles for any reason.

But it's not for nothing that time is said to be the best doctor. It has been almost a year since my arrest. The horror of events dulled. The bad is almost forgotten. I, as a woman in whom the fire of desire awakened, wanted sex. Only one single offense - an insult to a husband who made me such a reckless prank with custom-made rape did not give me rest. The idea of ​​revenge on him - to give him the opportunity to visit my skin began to acquire the features of a real embodiment - I had a plan. I decided, without further ado, to act the way he did to me - let alone hiring homosexuals to do what they did to me to rape.

I began to look for adventure and sexual pleasures on the side, and after about a month I settled in one agency, rather not even an agency, but a private club. In this club, or more simply, a brothel, I worked as a waitress with the provision of additional services if requested by the client. Periodically, I traveled to serve the client at home, but, remembering what, this trip once turned for me, I felt constrained by the client and rather played the role of a passionate woman. Periodically, I sometimes disappeared for the evening, sometimes for a day, and sometimes for two or three days. I almost always came back under the hop, and several times I was so drunk that I couldn’t stand.

Being somehow drunk after another absenteeism, I confessed to my husband that I couldn’t live, if I’m not fucked by some big dick for a few days, but it’s better if there are several of them. In the club, I agreed with the two guards, whom I gave without much persuasion, when they wanted to. I told them that I would need their help in one delicate matter - I need to teach one idiot who raped me in the park in the evening and, taking all my clothes, left, and I got to the police after that, making fun of me. In general, I spat them with three boxes. They believed and promised to help me. For completeness of revenge, they promised to invite their boyfriend - a criminal, who they said was a very big fan of men.

And so, when my husband seemed ripe for the realization of my intention, I told him that he should be a guard at my work. He tried to refuse, but I said that I didn’t need to do anything, it was enough just to bring them to the address, wait there and pick up at the onset of a certain hour. And he agreed.

And one weekend we went with him to the address where we were already waiting. We drove up and rang the bell. The doors opened and we were let inside. In a large room at the table, on which stood a simple snack, there were three men. Two were guards from the club, and the third was a very ugly-looking peasant, all in blue headdresses, and apparently their boyfriend. Seeing us, they poured themselves another hundred, drank and lit up.

My husband wanted to leave, but they did not allow him to do this, but suggested that we sit at the table with them and have a drink. Between us began to make a meaningless everyday conversation: about the weather, hobbies, about football. At that moment, when my husband answered one of the questions I was asked, they threw a noose around his neck and slightly choked him.One pulled a syringe and injected him with some kind of rubbish. After the injection, they held him for several minutes, until the rubbish began to act and was released.

One of the guys laughed and said: "Well, that's all, damn, he is ready."

- Who is first? - asked the second.

- Let first wash your ass, - answered him first. Then he added - you hear you cheating, go wash the bathroom, we will fuck you now.

- And you will podmahivat us and ask for more, then you will fuck on the dicks and assholes, - said the second.

Husband raised from the floor, and led to the bathroom. When he came out of the bathroom, everything was already undressed. I already did a criminal and one of the guards was giving a blow job. Seeing her husband, they whinnied and ordered, it becomes cancer. What he did without question. To myself, I thought maliciously: "Now you will feel what I felt."

The first approached her husband and, after smearing him with a cream point and having eaten a little member, he planted it all the way. He began to scream from the pain that had pierced him, and the guard began, swaying evenly to move his dick in his asshole. Apparently the sharp pain passed and was replaced by a dull aching, but after a few minutes she passed, and my husband, my husband, began to actively move his pelvis, helping himself to fuck. He felt the pleasure of moving in his penis!

While the first was fucking my husband, the second guard fucked me, and at that time I was sucking off the prisoner. The member of the prisoner was not long, but thick, all with the same unchanged balls sewn under the skin of the member. Sucking his unwashed member for a long time I gloated over how he would tear up my husband. The first guard finished fucking her husband and drank a glass of vodka for himself. The criminal sign ordered her husband not to get up and stay in the same position, and he attached himself to him from behind and without hesitation, planted his penis with a swing to its very foundation. The husband fell on his stomach in surprise and began to shout and break out loudly.

The guards rushed to him and began to beat him. They beat him cruelly. In the face, in the stomach, between the legs. After a few minutes he lost consciousness. After that, they started fucking me with frenzy. Fuck me all three. "Worked" and my cunt and ass. Having missed me in a circle, they calmed down and, leaving me alone, took up my husband.

They put him face down on the table and tied his legs and arms to the table legs, so he looked like a crucified frog. He began to rebound. His face was swollen and represented one big bruise. The eye was almost invisible. I was forced to restore their dicks with their tongues, and they took turns fucking my husband. He no longer resisted. They fucked him not long, but very frenzied, trying to make him ill. After everyone had fucked him, I was offered a drink. I tried to refuse, because I was already drunk, but I was forcibly poured a full glass of vodka. I was so drunk that I lost my sense of reality.

The orgy lasted all night. In the morning they were tired and left me alone. The next day we woke up late. I was covered in semen and in blood. My holes were bleeding. I was told that my rapist (they never knew that it was my husband) at night desired me and joined the orgy. I did not remember this, but he was sleeping on the floor, not on the table. Apparently they did not lie to me. But I did not care. Who fucked me and how did I fuck. They called a taxi and having washed a little, my husband and I went home. After this orgy, I'm not working at that club anymore. I confessed to my husband that I arranged it all. They beat him hard - they knocked out two teeth and broke his nose. What I did with his ass, I do not want to describe, I can only say one thing: "She had to endure no more than my pussy and my ass." Further life with us will not work, and we will divorce. I have already decided for myself, he seems to have decided for himself too.