Wednesday night, Gerardo sent messages to my slut.
He had given her that wild screw on Monday and she was eager to repeat it.
He told her that the friends he came with to see in the city wanted to meet her.
And they had planned to pick her up on Thursday at 2 pm.
But they wouldn't come to the house.
She had to dress well, slut, and wait for them at a place they indicated.
She shouldn't bring her cell phone.
She would go alone. This time I was staying outside.
That night was eternal for her.
She got up early and prepared herself.
She chose to wear a little dress that I bought for her to go to the swinging clubs. It's meant to be worn without underwear.
He told her not to lunch. So I assumed they were inviting her to eat and then screw.
I didn't eat either. I wasn't in the mood. And I was also nervous.
We left at 1:30 pm, even though the place was only a 10-minute drive away.
It was on the outskirts of the city, almost up the highway.
I parked and we stayed quiet, looking around.
There was nothing. No houses, no pedestrians.
Just cars and trucks passing by, honking their horns, thinking we had gone there to get tricked.
13:50, already anxious, she got out and walked the 10 or 15 meters that separated us from the agreed-upon place.
I stayed waiting for them to find her.
She looked beautiful with her hair loose.
The dress was tight, short, and had holes all along one side that showed off her precious skin.
Cars passing by honked at her. Some of them said things to her.
One stopped and the guy stuck his head out and started talking to her.
He invited her to get in and asked how much she charged.
She ignored him.
The guy got angry, revved up his engine, and yelled something I didn't understand.
It was 2 pm and nothing was happening.
I saw her rubbing her hands together nervously.
Just then, I saw a car with polarized windows coming very slowly from behind me.
It passed by my side and I tried to see inside, but it was impossible.
Arriving where she was standing, lowered his speed even more. And stopped.
She was looking without knowing what to do.
Suddenly the companion door opened and Gerardo came down, hurriedly, and rushed towards her.
She looked at him and smiled slightly.
But he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her towards the car, pushing her along.
The back door opened, and the guy made her bend her head and threw her inside.
She fell face-first with her butt sticking out.
He closed the door and they sped away at full speed, took the highway, and disappeared heading north.
I was left stunned!
Why would he do something like that?
Maybe it bothered him that I was there? Or maybe she was dressed more slutty than he had indicated?
My cell phone rang.
It was him!
No follow us! When we're done with her, we'll let you know so you can come find her
And he hung up!
I was left at a loss, not knowing what to do.
This game threw me off balance.
I went home worried and in silence.
I tried calling the number of the guy who had told me about it, but it was private.
I rushed home to see if Gerardo's number showed up on her phone.
I entered and searched for the phone in the room and grabbed it with such anxiety that I almost dropped it.
I opened the app they used to chat.
I could see they messaged each other very often.
In their last chat, he was asking how she was doing. And she replied that she had recovered already and wanted to see him again.
He told her it wasn't a big deal. And she responded You left my Booty open like a mouth
He said she was an experienced slut with many who did it to her like that. And that she probably had fantasies of more violent sex. He told her that sometimes he fantasized about rape. But never got it.
I tried calling him several times, but he didn't answer.
All I could do was wait.
The afternoon became endless.
I spent the time looking at my cell phone every 10 seconds.
Night fell and there was no news.
It turned 8, 9, 10... nothing!!!
I was already thinking of calling... police and report a kidnapping.
These games we play with my slut, can be dangerous, I told myself.
We need to start calming down...
Passed 11 pm, my cell phone rang.
My heart almost jumped out of my chest!
'Come get her! We're done!' And it hung up!!!!
Where do I look for her????
Instantly a message arrived with coordinates and an address.
I ran out, throwing everything in the rush.
I got into the car, put the coordinates on the phone. And the robotic voice told me to drive several kilometers north.
I passed by the place where they had taken her almost 10 hours earlier, turned onto the highway, and at 5 km I got off and followed a rural road that led to a farmhouse with no more than 5 or 6 cottages.
I entered the property indicated by the address.
It was a barn about 20 meters from the street.
The door was open.
The place was poorly lit and had a smell of confinement.
I called her several times, but she didn't answer.
It was a high place with cement floor.
There was a room and I peeked in, but it was dark and she wasn't there.
Next to the bathroom, which was also empty.
I kept walking and turned around, found her...
Almost collapsed seeing her naked, only with her little shoes.
Tied up, immobilized, with a gag and a hook on her booty.
She seemed unconscious.
I approached and didn't know where to start.
First I took off the gag, which turned out to be a roll of dollar bills wrapped around her head with tape and a stick in the middle, tied to her head.
Then I took off the anal hook, and could see her dilated, red and inflamed butt.
There was a puddle on the floor. She must have urinated.
The knots were tight. It took me a while to free her.
She could barely stand up.
I looked for her dress, but couldn't find it.
On a table they had left a bottle of water and a blanket.
I helped her drink some water, wrapped her in the blanket, and... I lifted her up to take her to the car.
She reclined in the backseat.
She was conscious but didn't speak to me.
I started the engine and began the drive home.
She cried throughout the entire trip.
She muttered intelligible things.
When we arrived, I entered the garage and helped her get out of the car.
I took her to the bathroom and sat her down on the toilet.
I opened the shower curtain and regulated the water to her preferred temperature.
I helped her stand up so she could enter the shower. And then she said her first words.
Pussy! Check me to see if I'm hurt And she turned her back to me.
She had marks from lashes of different thickness on her buttocks, legs, and back.
Did they whip you? I asked.
Yes... with a stick and a belt
Look at my Booty
I separated her buttocks, and I could see her very dilated and inflamed anus, but there was no blood or signs of tears or wounds.
I helped her get into the shower and stayed close while she bathed.
She closed the curtain and I could hear her crying.
When she finished, I helped her dry off, and took her to the living room where I prepared her favorite snack, pancakes with cheese and chocolate.
She nibbled on a couple of bites and drank water.
She asked me to take her to bed.
I put her to bed and lay down beside her.
I applied cream to the marks on her booty and back, and on her wrists and ankles, where there were scrapes from the ropes.
I could see bite marks on her breasts, legs, and booty, as well as the lashes.
Her vagina was also open and wet.
She slept until Friday afternoon.
She woke up and put on one of my shirts that was huge on her.
She sat down at the table where I had served her lemon ice cream, which is what she always asks for after intense sex.
She ate slowly in silence.
Suddenly she started trembling, moaning and shaking.
She had an orgasm!
Her breathing was agitated, and it took her a few minutes to recover.
Then, with her body still trembling, She tried to eat her ice cream again. But after a while she had another orgasm that left her almost without strength. I asked her to help her get to the couch, where she reclined and fell asleep. I prepared myself a coffee, and watched her worriedly. Although the wounds and marks it left were superficial, she was very affected by that crazy experience. She slept all afternoon and had intense orgasm episodes again. By night she calmed down and recovered her mood. She told me she was hungry and I prepared her beloved pancakes and salad. This time she ate well. She was lucid and even made comments like How much work, fuck you, pussy! You have a slut to attend Your bulls left your slut exhausted We laughed and she got serious, looked at me intensely, and almost whispering said, 'Do you want me to tell you what happened?' 'Yes, love! If you can and it doesn't affect you, tell me' 'This is going to destroy you', she said, 'But I want to tell you'...
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