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Fourteen days later, the door opened, and we exited in a place that looked like a warehouse. There were a few men around, looking like people from the mob. At that point they were supposed to give us the documents to become "legal" in the country, but they wanted extra money. We said that we already paid a lot of money and it was agreed that the documents were included. They even collected photos from us about fifteen days before the departure date, in order to have the documents ready at our arrival. Our resistance caused a fight. The man in our group was beaten and they took all his money. One by one the two ladies and myself were raped a few times each and they took all our money. Then finally they gave us the documents and released us.
I got one passport, a driving licence, and all the other papers to prove my identity in name of Miss Lisa Parker. I took a bus to downtown and registered for the night in one cheap motel.The awful people took most of my money, but not my small emergency savings, which I kept in a special container inside my ass. Luckily they did not ass fuck me, or they would have found it. I originally had enough money to survive about six months in a wealthy way, but now I had enough money to survive only one month in a very cheap way. I had to do something quickly. So I spent most of my last savings in just two days to buy what I needed to survive: lingerie, nice dresses, heels, etc. I started going to some clubs and then try to sell myself. This was the only option left to me in order to raise some funds quickly.But little by little, I found this disgusting. I was raised in a family with good values. I always considered myself a good person, with good respect of myself and the other people. And here I was, in the middle of Hell, full of awful and disgusting people, treating my body like trash to be sold for a few pennies. At least on Tamila Island I was selecting the guys. Here I had to do it with whoever was approaching me, since I was badly in need of some money.
It was a month later that I got an idea. I needed my revenge. I wanted to take pleasure by seeing men suffering a little bit. So I started getting organized. I rented a small house, still within the city limits, but a little bit on its own. I bought some tools, all the leather outfits that a real mistress needs, and in the end, I bought three German sheper dogs: one female and two males.Once ready I published a few ads in some SM magazines, which sounded like "only if you are prepared for the most extreme wild fantasies!" I decided to charge a lot, and working only on one appointment per day, six days a week. And it was incredible: just in the first two days of the ads, I was already booked for one full month!
This has been the best time I had after a couple of terrible years. It was really fun to see all these men, some of them very strong built and very macho looking, licking my shoes, crying like little babies while being whipped, and the best game I had, which was also the most requested, was the one with the dogs. I think I was the only mistress in the area offering such a thing, and I think for this very game, I became quite popular in the local SM community. The game consisted in playing a little bit with the man, whipping him, asking him to do awful things to himself. Then, since he was a very bad boy, I would secure him on my special device. It was constructed in a way that the man would be doggy style, with his wrists and legs tied up to the device. Then his head would be blocked inside a special helmet, which was secured to a chain attached to the wall. This way, he could not move his body, but also his head was blocked. A series of mirrors was allowing him to see his body from a couple of different angles. After the man was secured, I would play my revenge on him by whipping him on the bottom, by pinching his balls, and all sort of painful things. Then it was time for fun. First I would lube his little hole with some good lubricant.I would take the bottle where I collected the urine of my female dog while in her days for sex. I would pour a little urine on a piece of cloth, then move the cloth up and down the man's ass-crack until this was wet. I would repeat the same proces on the man's face all around his mouth. After taking the bottle away, I would wash my hands and whip him a few more times, and then I would release the male dogs and sit down to enjoy the view.
As soon as the dogs would enter the room they would get immediately excited. I trained them to go first in front of the man and bark loudly by his face, so that the man would get scared. After this the dogs would start their action: one of them would walk around, sniff the man's ass crack, lick it a little bit, then position himself on top and.... push it all the way inside, while the man would scream and complain. At the same time, the other one would sniff the man's face, feel the female's scent, and finally fuck the man's mouth. This for me was a great moment. My revenge for being what I am now! My revenge for having been raped! And it was great since most of these men would come back later, paying quite a bit of money for another session.Just to play it safe and not be blackmailed, although nobody knew about the camera, all the sessions were filmed and before starting I would ask my clients if they were aware that there was submission, pain and unusual human or animal sex involved, and would only start after they confirmed they were aware of it and they agreed to it. But the absolutely best thing was that I was being paid for nothing. I did not have to spread my legs, or give blow jobs. Just whip the men and then the dog would do the rest of the job!
After one year I was quite famous, and I changed from one to two sessions a day, to make more money in order to carry on the only project I really wanted to do: return back home.