Rape Raped and Read in Arouche

I'm 45 years old, now live in São Paulo ZS Campo Limpo at the time i was 36 and lived in Campinas SP. I used to come almost every weekend to Sao Paulo Largo do Arouche Republic metro area with a purpose of having sex I had gone to sauna region, parties sex hotels like Orleans but nothing very interesting happened

I was coming back from a sex party on Jaguaribe Street, walking through the streets and noticed how there are beggars in that area. I followed my way around the neighborhood before returning when I passed by a street with a crowd of men. It looked like the door to a whorehouse.

There were about five guys talking in front of a house. I walked up to them, and one saw me; he didn't say anything. He just looked at me. I kept walking. He said something to the others, and two came towards me.

I tried to get up. One of them kicked me in the thigh, and I fell down again. Another one stepped on my chest.

One of them was already sticking his stick out. He didn't say anything. Just opened my mouth with a hand, stuck it in and started to insert. Carelessly without rhythm he pushed my head against the stick and I suffocated. I tried nothing. I just stood there with his hand on my neck, his dick in my throat, and shortness of breath rising up. The taste was sweat and urine.

One of them urinated in my mouth. Hot, strong urine straight into the throat. I choked up and it came out through his nose. He kept on peeing until he emptied himself. Then he dropped me to the ground. Another one peed on my face from top to bottom, and the piss flowed down my eyeballs and nostrils onto the floor. I felt shame rise higher than any slap. That was all. They didn't pee anymore after that. In the midst of pain at some point, I took a leak too. Couldn't hold back. The body let go by itself.

They grabbed me by the arms, opened up and forced me to stand on all fours. I tried closing my legs; one of them kicked me in the side of the ribs so that I fell over onto my side; they pulled me up with their hair, forcibly put four more into me again. One of them lowered my trousers down. He didn't open his finger or spit it out or warn anyone. All he did was press the end of a stick against my ass and push him with his body weight.

He just walked in.

Dry, tearing. I felt the ring forcefully open and pain went up my back, legs, belly.

Shut your mouth.

I felt my body begin to shake on its own. My legs wouldn't obey me. I could feel his ass tearing, burning and every time he pushed deeper a new pain would come up. He went like this for so long...I don't know how much longer.

And that's when one of them picked up his cell phone -- I don't know exactly what time it was, just saw the screen light come on and point at me. He filmed for a few seconds; he didn't say anything or ask to pose. Just pointed and recorded.

They took turns. There was no order: one went out, the other came in; some couldn't make fun of it, they were half-hearted and gave way to each other; others made a quick joke about it. One of them laughed inside my ass. Another joked on my face; another tried but didn't succeed and walked away; another joked in my chest. When that last person left I felt this mixture dripping down my leg along with urine already there.

At some point one of them sat on me, holding me down to the floor and another put me underneath. I couldn't breathe. My chest was burning. When he got up, I breathed again coughing, crying.

After a while, they stopped. I was thrown to the ground on one side with my ass running down, face scarred, lip open, an eye starting to swell up; I couldn't close my legs; I could not stand up; my whole body hurt. My butt throbbed as if it were pulsating by itself; I felt pussy flowing in and out mixed with urine. The smell of piss, sweat and pussy permeated the bathroom.

One of them kicked me lightly in the back.

Lift it up.

I didn't make it.

He kicked me again, harder.

Get the fuck up.

I crawled to my knees, and they threw all of my clothes at me.

And don't come back here, or we will take you again and next time it will be worse.

I dressed as best I could, got out the street was lightening up and walked to the hotel with my ass running fuckin' piss down my legs face sore one eye swollen lip open straight on top without looking at reception.

I took a shower sitting on the floor of the box because I couldn't stand up. The warm water hit my face, chest, ass and it burned everything. I sat there crying without making any noise. I lay down. I kept looking at the ceiling. My butt was throbbing. The taste of pee was still in my mouth. I could not sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I went back to that bathroom.

A few days later, I was able to walk upright. My ass still throbbed but my head couldn't stop beating. And I took a bath and remembered the smell; I lay down for sleep and remember the weight of faces on top of me; I closed my eyes and felt the stick go dry again, and pain coming through my back, and shame at being there on the floor used by five people -- it wasn't a nightmare. It was memory.

I tried to ignore it. It didn't work. Every time I touched myself, that was what came into my head: the taste of urine; a guy's hand on my neck; the sound of his stick going up my dry ass; the noise of wet floors.

It wasn't the stick that was climbing on its own. I wanted it to be me, and I knew what it was.

A week later, I went back to São Paulo. Didn't go to the party; didn't get into a sauna. Went to Arouche. Walked down those same streets. Passed in front of that same house. Stood on the corner looking at it. There was no one there.

No one showed up, but I came back the next weekend... and the week after that.