Soon after visiting a third world countryto get back my moneyI wasrobbed and raped in the slums,then the black thug who scammed meclaimed me as his own. He told me I had two choices: I could submit, or I could die. Thus began my life as a sex slave.

What most people don’t understand is that rape inisn’t like it is on the outside of my country. It’s not random or chaotic. It’s planned and methodical. It’s business. If you visit a poor third world country they have an eye for white lady foreigners. They could easily abduct you and trade you like cattle aside from your own savings and assets businesses. The gangs trade amongst themselves to determine who is going to be with whom. And others didn’t dare touch me without clearing it first with my owner. They will also demand that I sell my assets and gradually remit all my money using for an excuse of needing expenses. I was also made to email my loved ones that I will not be home for a long while as I have supposedly started a business.

My ownerwould rape me once, twice, sometimes three times a day. Then he would force me to clean his filthy home, make his bed, or cook food for him. Eventually he demanded that I have sex with his friends, who took to calling me “Coconut milk white slut.” When a different sex slave was badly beaten for refusing sex, he said the same thing would happen to me if I didn’t comply.

When I used up all my savings to give to them and they got tired of my pussy, Iwas finally transferred to a different gang, I was told by another syndicatethat he and his gang had “bought” me. That’s when the prostitution escalated. They made me perform sex with dozens of other associates — white gangs, Mexican gangs, black gangs. Sometimes it was anal. Sometimes oral. Sometimes both. Sometime it was my pisshole, they fingered it until it the hole expanded to accomodate a medium size black cock. It was very painful at first but it did not take long for me feel some ecstacy on being treated like whore.They did it in public putting me on display humiliating me in front of other gangs and bums, they also in the shower, on the stairs if they paid extra. The going rate was five or ten dollars in commissary a fuck. Eventually I was moved to another building. Waiting for me there was La Brigada. At the next building it was the Akin Soldiers. Then the Ivory Kings.

I pleaded with their guards, my handlers, and the “pimp”time and again assigned to me for safekeeping. Each time I was met with deaf ears and laughter. They told me that because I was well off bitchpursuingthe return of my scammed investment, it didn’t matter what I want they will get more out of me before they are finished with me. They told me to “fight or fuck.” The rape continued. The prostitution continued. And with it, my shame grew and grew. Eventually I couldn’t face the constant humiliation anymore. I was starting to crave to be humiliated more and more. I started fingering myself masturbating myself when there was no one to fuck me. They even enjoyed me putting on a show, aside from serving them at a simple derogatory profanity hurled at me I would play with myself begging for them to fuck me help me get off. Most of the time while I am serving them one them would finger fuck me and when I am about to have an orgasm they would suddenly stop watching me squirm in anticipation pleading with them to relieve my pent upunreleased cum. They would just laugh at me while I am humiliated as their slut whore. They would motion me that I could relieve myself by being their bitch performing a dance while straining myself to fuck them in a difficult position until I get off while all the time they would be mocking me and spanking me pull my boobs nipples and clit, stretching them painfully until I get a sudden jerk which sometimes causes me to squirt in combined pain and pleasure.

At last, they all got tired of me because my holes were not satisfying them or their clients anymore, I looked like an old hag, my boobs sagged, l lost my curvy figure and looked like a dried up raisin.They were ready to ditch me but thenI promised to ask my personal friends to borrow money to exchange for my freedom. Iwrote to my personal friendsand they agreed to help me.They flew to the third world countryand contacted the handler. And for the first time since my ordeal began eighteen months earlier, I was put in safekeeping not to mug me because I am still worth something.

I was released to a halfway house in December and now live in my own apartment as I try to move my life forward. I have become a sex addict or a nymphomaniac. I could not help to always pleasuring myself butI’m getting counseling and the medical attention I need. I spend my days working as a youth counselor and hope to start a nonprofit organization. But every day is a struggle. I still always masturbate occasionally. I’m always very aware of my surroundings. I watch my back. I hate crowded rooms. And the nightmares of being raped persist.

Tougher still is the struggle to move past the shame and guilt. Sometimes I blame myself because part of me felt ecstacy in being treated roughly by sexual bullies. I think, If I had only listened to my grandmother and stayed out of trouble, I wouldn’t have gotten into this. Sometimes I start analyzing the situation, I start looking at the picture from all types of angles, and I start thinking, Why me? Why am I so weak? I just need to move forward. Ohhhhhh now I fantasize it secretly even though outwardly i look decent and trying to turn a new leaf.

this was me when i first came back

this is me now fully recovered in health but horny no man could now satisfy me and their cocks felt loose on my “cave” I find it very hard to find a man because of it. But when I got back to my previous form I was able to attract nigger thugs muggers lowlifes perverts in the streets who are rabidmolesters and violators of decent women. Hustlers gigolos who prey also on white women and their money, freeloading on them.

Relapsing from my rehab,I craved for black thugs to abuse me again, even gladly let them milk my few remaining earnings or savings from little work that I do or money that I could borrow from my relatives and friends. Of course I did not let them know I was using it satisfy my new black masters I found here back in the states. Gosh I am a different woman now, a paying slut always searching for interracial scum to sexually bully me and dominate me. I get wet just in to be in their presence.