Cycling Tour

Hello, my name is Sarah. I am writing this story because I have to tell someone. My colleague Hans gave me the idea of writing down my experiences from my last vacation. But first let me tell you something about me.

I'm 25 years old. I'm quite small with my 1.55 but I've always been able to assert myself in my life I weigh 45 kg have longer dark brown hair but you can see that in my photo. Due to the way I can assert myself, I then also chose my profession and so I became a teacher in the youth home near Dresden. This summer I had decided to finally escape from the daily routine. It should be something very special.

Not a package holiday where everything runs according to predetermined paths. So it came about that I decided to go on a bike tour, but I didn't know which way to go. Since I like Italy very much, I chose a route via Italy.

After some thought, the route was decided. Via Austria to Lake Garda, Milan, Verona, Venice, Florence, Pisa and then Rome.

Of course, since it wasn't possible to do everything by bike during my vacation, I also wanted to take the train from time to time to cover longer distances. Of course, I didn't know at the time that everything was going to be completely different than planned. But I don't want to keep you in suspense any longer and I want to start with my actual story. Everything started exactly as planned.

I enjoyed my first parts of the trip. It all started to change when I took the train to Milan. I was in a single compartment enjoying the Italian countryside rolling past the window as the compartment door opened. I was amazed when I saw a familiar face.

It was Giovanni, a boy from my youth home. I thought back to what I knew about him... He had always been a troublemaker at the home and it was thanks to me that he was back in Italy. I had him from approx.

2 years ago he was reported to the home management because he had stolen and I discovered stolen goods in his room. I had to testify against him in court and I still remember his last words when he was taken away. "I'll pay you back"... I was snapped out of my thoughts when he spoke to me.

I looked into his brown eyes and wondered when he smiled at me. So this is how we see each other again. he said and greeted me with a handshake. Before I could even reply, he continued.

He said he was doing really well now and that he didn't hate me anymore.

He was happy to be back in Italy and probably had a job too. We talked the whole trip and I had to revise my judgment about him a bit. He was really nice to me. After 3 hours we arrived in Milan.

Since I couldn't find accommodation yet, he invited me to his apartment. I accepted his offer and we just waited at the goods issue for my backpack and my bike. Then we took a taxi together to his apartment. It was around 7 p.m. when we arrived. He had a small apartment with just a living room-kitchen and a bedroom and a very small bathroom.

He saw my puzzled look and immediately said that he would sleep in the living room, which calmed me down a lot. I freshened up in his simply furnished bathroom. When I came back into the living room he was on the phone. When he saw me he held the receiver and asked me if I would like to go to a friend's pub with him today.

Since I love to get to know the country and its people, I said I'll come with you.

We drove out of the house straight away and arrived at the pub at 8 p.m. When I got out of the car, I first realized that we had arrived in a very run-down area. The pub should probably be called a shack. But what should I do, so I had to go through it now.

When we got in the door we had to push aside a heavy fabric curtain. Then we entered a twilight darkness. The room was lit only by a few lamps, it was suffocatingly warm and the smoke could almost be cut through. Looking around, I saw approx.

30 people who went silent as we entered the room. There were about 25 men and 5 women present. When Giovanni then said something in Italian which I didn't understand, the conversations increased again and we weren't considered any further.

We walked past a pool table into a dark corner where 4 of Giovanni's friends were waiting. The 4 stood up and greeted me in broken German, saying that it would be nice to meet a good friend of Giovanni's from Germany. We sat down again and I was taken in the middle on a corner seat. Only Giovanni walked towards the counter with one of the men and I could see from the corner of my eye how excited Giovanni was discussing with his friend. I only saw his friend nod now and then, apparently he didn't say anything else.

I couldn't watch Giovanni any further because the 3 others involved me more and more in conversations, they asked me about my job and my life. Now Giovanni came back with a smile on his face. He sat down with us and said his friend, the owner of the restaurant, would bring us something to drink.

He said Chianti must be a good wine for the night. And it would be a lot more fun to play pool with some alcohol too.

Now the owner of the shop came back and brought each of us a carafe of wine. He filled our glasses and offered a small toast, after which we all took a sip. I didn't mind that the wine had a slightly bitter aftertaste because the others didn't seem to notice. Now I also had some time to examine my new friends more closely.

Giovanni seemed to be the youngest at around 18 years old, the others were all around 25 years old. Giovanni now introduced them to me. Mario as I learned his brother was sitting right next to me.

At 180, he was the tallest and had a very sporty build. To my right sat Pete, a burly black man, and Olav, a rather nondescript, skinny guy. Mario poured me my second glass of wine and I felt the alcohol taking some of its toll on me and I felt my eyes getting heavier and heavier. Mario noticed that too and he encouraged me to drink at least the second glass.

I took another big sip and said with a heavy tongue that the wine would get to my head badly. Suddenly Mario's pitch changed noticeably.

He suddenly spoke much cooler to me... do you even know what kind of trouble the thing with Giovanni caused us back then.. huh?? He grabbed my upper arm roughly.

I faltered and wanted to say something, I didn't have to put up with that. Unfortunately, my objections remained only in my head, I couldn't get a word out of my mouth. I tried to wriggle my arm out of his grip but the arm wouldn't work. I slowly realized that it was all meant to be Giovanni's revenge.

He had lured me into a trap. But if they put something in my wine why on earth didn't I go to sleep? I was tired but I was still fully conscious. I saw the innkeeper say something to the other people in the restaurant, some of whom shook their heads and left the restaurant, while others, mostly a bit run-down, stayed at their tables. The innkeeper was the last to go to the door and put a sign in the window, then locked the door.

Only now did I get Mario to continue speaking...

You'll pay for everything, you hear... my family had to pay over €5,000 to the insurance company because of Giovanni's burglary. We'll get the money back from you. And you'll never rat anyone out again when we're done with you.

With the words he tore my blouse down. You shit he said she hardly has any boobs if we send her to the street we won't get anything. Then we have to do it differently, first see what you have. I was lifted up and taken to the pool table, then the rest of my clothes were torn from my body, I tried to defend myself, but only a suppressed groan came out of my mouth, the drugs were now full, I still noticed how my panties were in my pussy cut when it tore but had hardly any pain.

When I looked around, I noticed that the remaining people in the bar, around 12 men, had pulled out all their cocks and were jerking off. Mario said something which, with my poor Italian, I understood. First Pete will break her in, then Giovanni will have the pleasure.

Look at the horny slut... she's already getting very wet. He was right it had to be the drugs, my abdomen was burning like a fire and I couldn't do anything about it. I was laid on my stomach on the table so Pete could take me from behind, I felt his cock brutally penetrating my pussy.

I was fucked by a black man with hard bumps and I couldn't even defend myself.

I always hoped that I would finally lose my consciousness, but I wasn't granted that. On the contrary, I noticed how slowly the influence of the drugs subsided. But I didn't have time to think because suddenly two guys stood in front of my face and held out their cocks. Mario noticed that I could move a bit again and said to me blow it or you will fare badly.

I did not want to. When he realized that, he pulled a blanket over my back and hit me with full force. The pain was excruciating and tears welled up in my eyes. And all while I continued to be fucked by the black.

Mario glared at me and I opened my mouth. The tail in front of me was not clean but was full of white secretion which didn't bother him because in broken German he said clean and pushed it into my mouth. I almost threw up but he just kept going.

Now I noticed how the black man got faster and faster and squirted his seed half on my back and half inside me. Now Mario was back he had to let go of the cock in my mouth and he dribbled a few drops into his mouth. I noticed the influence of the drug again, but this time it was a little different. I notice everything even more clearly now, only I no longer had my own will.

I noticed how I was getting hornier and I enjoyed it, but my mind screamed in the subconscious, no, I don't want that, but I couldn't do anything. I noticed my horniness now clearly and could not explain what I was doing. I was pulled off the table and then it happened. I was getting mad, my abdomen was burning I wanted to feel cum and cocks.

I heard myself yell fuck me right you dogs is killing me. I saw Giovanni filming me doing this. I served almost every cock with my mouth and was fucked again and again.

The viscous semen flowed down my legs and my hair was sticking from it. In the subconscious I kept screaming for help but I did exactly the opposite.

I let the last bums fuck me and enjoyed it. The whole thing lasted until about 11 p.m., then I suddenly fell asleep – the after-effects of the drug. The next day I woke up around 12pm with a huge headache.

I thought it was all a dream but when I looked around Mario and Giovanni were there watching last night's video. I couldn't help it... I didn't say a word, ran to the toilet and threw up. I took a shower and washed myself properly.

Since I couldn't find anything to wear, I took a towel and wrapped it around me. What should I do? Run away but both of them had all the papers and then? So I decided to go back into the living room and beg her to let me go. I thought that was the most sensible thing to do. When I came into the living room, they both laughed.

Well, did you like it yesterday, you whore? We just counted, we only got €200 from the guys yesterday, so there's still €4,800 missing, so you'll have to make an effort.

Please let me go I'll get the money. Ne said Giovanni you made me so often ready back then I'll pay you back. We just found your itinerary, so we came up with the idea of accompanying you a little, or rather we visit some friends in Rome. We will go by train.

But you will go to the train station by bike. First with the things we laid out but then as soon as you drive through the slums you undress. We have printed a few business cards with your picture of your address, which you have to hand out, we will watch you and wait for you at the station. I didn't know what to do, I was in her hands. So I did as ordered.

It was about 15 km to the train station, 5 km of which through the slum area. I saw a car slowly following me and assumed it was Giovanni and his brother.

So I was able to scrap my plan of simply ripping up the cards and throwing them away. I didn't normally walk the first stretch, but I kept seeing the car and noticed that I was being filmed. As the streets became more and more dirty, the car honked briefly, that was supposed to be my signal. I got off the bike undressed and brought my things to Giovanni.

When I was standing next to the car, he insisted on pushing his finger into my cunt. I wanted to defend myself first, but a stern look told me that it made no sense. He let go of me and I got back on my bike to continue riding. Good that the two had only printed 20 cards, I would get rid of them.

I had only driven a few hundred meters when I met 2 guys who looked at me stupidly and I handed them a card each, the two showed me a bird and disappeared. 18 tickets left. As I rounded the next bend I met a group of 8 men and 2 women standing by their cars smoking.

Immediately there were shouts that I didn't understand. I distribute my cards and was just about to continue when two of the guys took heart and grabbed my ass.

They gave me the equivalent of € 20 and as far as I understood they wanted me to kneel in front of them. I was annoyed again how bad my Italian was because they were getting angry. So I knelt down and the two took out their cocks. I didn't know what should happen now but then one of the two grabbed my jaw and pushed my mouth open.

He helps my nose with his other hand. That should probably mean that I should swallow.

I was about to start sucking her when they both started pissing right in the middle of my mouth. I was so shocked that I swallowed. It was so much that the warm piss ran down my body.

When the two were done they pushed me away and went back to their gang who were laughing out loud. 8 tickets left. I distributed the next 7 cards to individual men from whom no one wanted anything. The last card brought me no luck, it was a fat old man smelling of fish.

He rummaged in his pockets and found the equivalent of € 10 with change. Then he came to me and tore at my nipples. It hurt like hell, but he continued straight away. I had to bend over a trash can and he put his index finger in his mouth and immediately shoved it powerfully up my ass. It was the first time that someone did something like this to me.

He twisted his finger to widen my anus. Then he put his cock in and fucked me in the ass. I noticed cracks in my anus because it was way too tight, but he didn't care. After a few violent bumps, I felt my ass getting warm and wet.

I had done my job. He turned and left without saying a word.

I drove on and was picked up by my two observers. I gave them the money and we drove on without a word. I had to get dressed in the car and we got on the train without saying a word.

The two had a single compartment and we were undisturbed. As the train rolled, Mario disappeared. When he was away for a while Giovanni spoke to me. I'm sorry I didn't want to go that far now it's in my brother's hands.

And he's angry that you've done so little. I'll try to buy you a train ticket to Germany in Rome. Then I never want to see you again. You only have to play along in Rome, otherwise I can't get the ticket.

I was about to say something when the door opened Mario came back with the conductor. He told me take it easy on him and we can ride for free. I just nodded. I walked up to the officer and opened his pants and he said something to Mario in Italian.

Whereupon Mario said to me get undressed you useless whore stand naked at the window he wants it that way and let me fuck you from behind. The conductor put on a Parisian and fucked my cunt from behind.

A few minutes later I notice how it comes to him. I let it take me. The conductor said something again.

Mario translated and once again put the video camera on. You should blow me clean and also suck the Parisian, he might want to use it again. I was getting sick at the thought but what should I do? I got on my knees in front of him and carefully pulled the Parisian off his cock. Then I took his cock in his mouth and sucked it clean, I also pushed my tongue under his vanguard and let them circle around to get no trouble.

When I was satisfied with my work, I took the pariser, tilted my head back, grasped the tip of the pariser and let the juice run into my mouth to swallow it. Then I also stroked the remains of the Pariser with my fingers and finally I pulled it inside out and put it in my mouth to suck it clean. So I gave him back. Mario nodded contentedly and the conductor left.

I was allowed to get dressed again and get some sleep. For the next few hours I fell into a deep restless sleep. I was shaken awake by Mario as the train pulled into the station. We got off the train and were immediately greeted by a couple of sinister men.

The men gave Mario a pair of bills for around €1,500 when Giovanni saw that, his eyes widened in horror, he spoke to his brother and disappeared. We went to a big van where we all got in.

Giovanni also came running and secretly gave me something when I got on, he whispered in my ear I can't do more, you have to flee yourself. After a few meters, Giovanni and his brother were let out of the car. Me for another 2 hours with my new owners.

Then the door of the van was thrown open and I was dragged out. I was pulled up and my tights tore. Since the first penetrated into me. The others stood next to me with cocks ready.

I had to take turns serving them with my mouth while I was being fucked while floating. I had to experience again how my cunt was filled with sperm again and again. I stopped thinking about AIDS a long time ago. After a while I was just left there and the leader came up to me and spoke good German.

So I heard you're one of those bitchy German whores. We want to drive that out of you first.

He called 2 negroes who both had enormously large cocks. Fuck her right through in all holes knows no mercy let's see if we can send her for purchase tomorrow. There I had it, this should be my future.

A curb swallow in Rome. I didn't want to end up like that, so I made my plan. I wanted to reassure the leader. So my show started.

The two black ones came towards me. First I resisted a bit but then I started. I got on my knees to suck the first cock, but not only that, I took this monster cock deep into my mouth and he Negro drove it even deeper into me. I ignored all the pain, grabbed his balls with one hand and massaged them, I put a finger in his ass. He got wilder and wilder and I realized that he would soon squirt.

The other had meanwhile put his long cock on my cunt and began to fuck me with deep thrusts. With every thrust I felt his glans on my uterus and yet I pushed my ass against him. I hear the leader whistle and looked at him out of the corner of my eye. He probably didn't expect that. But now I had to go on.

At that moment the cock exploded in my mouth, I swallowed every drop of the hot mucus that squirted into my throat.

The negro in front of me let himself sink back exhausted, but I didn't let go of him, while the other was now painfully fucking my ass, I took the other's balls in my mouth. When I noticed that his cock wasn't growing again, I pushed his legs apart and slowly but deeply licked his asshole clean. At that moment the other rammed his cock deep into my ass that made me scream. He inject deep into me.

I pulled his cock out of my ass and turned to lick him clean as well. I lay exhausted, the leader pulled off his two negroes and they left me alone. Now I finally had time to look at Giovanni's things. He had kept his word - a ticket and I couldn't believe it, there was also € 1000 in the envelope. I waited a little longer and then crept out of the house.

I made provision for my clothes and was lucky to find a taxi. I drove to the train station with it. Get on the train and head home. When I thought about the last few days, I could hardly believe it when my cunt got wet.

Nevertheless, I switched off and closed my eyes.

An hour later a conductor was in the compartment. He smiled at me and asked for my ticket, I showed it and he nodded. As he was about to leave the compartment, he turned around and asked if I would like to give him a blow job. When I looked at him in amazement, he showed me the following.

I couldn't believe it I just looked at the serial number and swallowed. I nodded and got on my knees in front of him after 5 minutes I was € 5 richer. When I arrived in Dresden I had €100 more in my pocket and almost 100 calls were waiting for me on my answering machine at home. Apparently I had a new part-time job.