- Many people ask me where I come from such an exotic wife, who she is by nationality, where we met, etc. This is a long and absolutely incredible story. I still can not believe that it happened to me.

I'll tell you everything in order. In the 20th ..., I ended up as a tourist in the city of Caracas, the capital of Venezuela. I am a tramp by vocation, and all the little money I earned was spent on traveling around the world.

Caracas struck me with its correspondence to the notorious truism - “the city of contrasts”. Nowhere have I seen such a difference between the luxury of the central part of the city and the terrible poverty of the slums.

Having admired the beauty of the business center, I began to “infiltrate” into a hidden part of the city - wherever tourists usually don’t look. And because these routes are not set out in guidebooks, and because it is scary. I, however, considered myself to be quite a dashing macho who had seen half of the world, and absolutely not afraid of anything.

Very soon I paid for my levity. It was like this: on one of the crooked streets, filled with rubbish and poop, I suddenly had my arms twisted, a smelly bag was thrown over my head - and they were dragged somewhere. I, albeit terribly frightened, coped with the panic and decided not to resist. And rightly decided: I was not beaten, but only pushed into a basement, removed the bag from his head and left there. All my explanations that, they say, I am not compliant, led only to long phrases in Spanish and hoarse laughter - just like the villains in the movie. Only these villains were not cine, but real.

I was convinced of this very soon. Literally a moment later, I heard a desperate woman’s voice behind the door — mixed up with a rude laugh: they were dragging the unfortunate somewhere. Voices went past the door and turned off to the side. I was too busy with my own position to sympathize with the unknown; in fact, no one knew where I was, and at best I probably had to replenish the ranks of slaves on someone else's plantation (as I imagined the “dark world” of Venezuela). However, voices were suddenly heard on the other side of the room. Turning around, I saw the source of the sound: there was a narrow horizontal window with cracked glass in the wall. It went into another room. Looking in there, I saw my captors and a girl.

The kidnappers looked like real cinema villains: dirty, overgrown, black-eyed, with nasty smiles ... The girl they dragged into the room was fabulously beautiful. She was a real “wild orchid” of Latin America: black curls, black olive eyes, an extraordinary charm of face and figure ... her beauty hurt my heart, because I immediately knew what I was going to do with it.

And no mistake. The girl screamed, but not in panic, but rather in anger-contempt: even in a scream she kept some pride and dignity. One of the scumbags backlash hit her and she fell; another picked her up and started tearing her clothes off. Very soon she was completely naked.

I could see everything very clearly through the glass. My heart was breaking apart, but I couldn’t do anything: I was alone and there were four villains, and I noticed knives on their belts. I did not own any combat techniques; In the end, I tried the door that came out of my room — not so much to save the girl immediately as to clear my conscience. The door, of course, was locked, and I, having carefully examined it, returned to my unenviable role of observer. Desperate voices and shouts, heard from the window, said that something terrible was happening there.

So it was: the poor thing had already been raped with might and main.From what I saw, I almost felt sick: a thin, fragile girl was put on cancer, and one of the gangsters fucked her either in the ass or in her pussy - while the other held her hair and tried to insert his dick into her mouth . She did not want to open her lips, and the gangster had to hit her several times. Two other gangsters stood on their knees nearby and squeezed, squeezed, licked her body, “milked” her hanging chest, loudly spanked on the ass ... On her buttocks I noticed blood and on her face too.

Very soon the two thugs had finished - one after the other, with a hoarse and shouting; then the other two raised the girl, put her on her feet and began to push her on two cocks at once. In a minute they were banging her from both sides, pinching and slapping her unhappy body wherever they were. The girl initially hung on them like a limp doll, and her gaze was terrible - there was such humiliation in it that was scary for her reason - but then her mouth opened, her eyes widened - sex against her will dragged her, and her body involuntarily moved. Noticing this, the two thugs screamed, laughed and began to fuck her even more furiously. Soon they finished too; having fallen off from the girl, they patted her naked body and fell, puffing, on the bench. The girl stood, drooping, with her head down, and looked down; her breasts heaved, her mouth was half-open, and her hips were circumscribed by inertia — the rapists had aroused her, and she must have been disgusted with herself. I was even afraid to imagine what was happening in her soul; but I understood that the main thing for her was to stay alive, and prayed that the rapists would not kill her.

Two new hari appeared in the window - I had not seen them before. One of them grabbed the girl by the shoulder and dragged her somewhere; I ran to the other end of the window and saw the table to which they were pushing it. She stood with her head down limply; the shouts intensified, and the unfortunate finally climbed onto the table, and she did not succeed the first time, and lay down on her back, dutifully allowing her legs to move apart.

One of the gangsters knelt and pressed his mouth to her crotch, covered with thick black down. The girl groaned, as if her teeth hurt, tightly closed her eyes, twisted on the table, and I realized that she was trying to ignore the pleasure she felt against her will. Then the gangster got up, attached something to his penis and sprinkled it with white powder (I guessed it was a drug), the others laughed and shouted something at him; he shouted something to his accomplices, laughed - and began to fuck the prisoner, roughly implanting her by the hips. The girl's face was distorted, and I thought that she was very hurt, but after a second she moaned loudly and began to “pry” the gangster. Her eyes closed, her fingers squeezed the table with a death grip ... The bandits cheered approvingly; the rhythm grew, the moans intensified - and suddenly they went into a heart-rending squeal: the girl wrapped her legs around the gangster and huddled on the table, slumping down on a member of the rapist. Her eyes were tightly closed, her face was red, even purple. She fought and thrashed on the table, as if from electric shock. Then the gangster wheezed ...

Then he passed the little thing from his cock to another rapist - I guessed that it was a vibrator - and it all happened again, only this time the girl finished even faster, and screamed even louder - as if from terrible, unbearable torture. Her fingers gripped the table so tightly that they turned white — their whiteness stood out against the flushing body; she did not open her eyes for a moment - “like an ostrich in the sand,” I thought. In her cry, there was such an animal pleasure and such anguish that it darkened in my head ...

She was raped for a long time; she finished four or five times, screaming and convulsing, and then did not react to anything, lying passively, like a rag doll. Finally the rapists are tired. The girl shouted something; she did not react, and I thought that she had lost consciousness. Then she was roughly pulled off the table - and she got up, staggering like a drunk; the gangsters dragged her to the door - and before I managed to jump away from the window, the door of my room (or, more precisely, the camera) opened - and the girl was shoved into me.Naked, bloodied, bruised all over, she began looking dimly in front of her eyes, then swayed - and sat down directly on the dirty floor. The thug showed me at the window, shouted something to me, squealed - and slammed the door. He probably said - ...