The Night They Sold Me in the Village Storehouse

My name is Marta. I’m 44 years old, and this is the confession I never thought I’d write. The night I stopped belonging to myself began with my daughter Sofía organizing everything as if it were a private event.

Four men. She had selected them from among the most frequent customers at our grocery store, the ones who paid best, the ones who pushed the hardest. Sofía was at the entrance to the storehouse in a dark dress that made her look older than her twenty-three years. I watched her from inside, separated by a thick curtain, and I could see in her eyes the same thing I felt: that we were about to break something that could not be repaired.

—Welcome —I heard her say in a firm voice, though I knew every crack in that voice and knew she was shaking—. The rules are clear: condoms always, no hitting, biting, or marks. You’re done and you leave so the next one can come in.

Inside, I waited standing by the back wall. They had chosen what I would wear. A leather harness that squeezed under my breasts, lifting them until my nipples stood hard and bare, another strap crossing my belly and disappearing between my ass cheeks, leaving my cunt completely exposed, a collar with a short chain, a thong open at the crotch, and high-heeled boots that made my legs tremble. I had put on heavy makeup, my lips red like a catalog whore’s, thick eyeliner, like a caricature of what I was about to become. Luckily, I had no tears left. I had used them all up in the days before.

Sofía introduced me as “the night’s attraction.” We had set up a corner of the storehouse with dim lights, a mattress covered in clean sheets, and the curtain separating my space from theirs. I could hear their voices, their laughter, the clink of glasses. They were drinking and talking about my tits, my ass, about who was going to break me first.

Before it all began, I had spoken to Sofía alone. I took her hands and said:

—Daughter, tonight is going to be terrible for both of us. But I need you to understand something: things are not going to go exactly the way you planned.

—What are you talking about, Mom? —she replied, and I saw fear cross her face.

—These men change when they go in there. They become something else. You’re going to have to let certain things happen. Only step in if it’s really necessary. Do you understand me?

She didn’t fully understand. But I knew she would when the time came.

***

The first to push through the curtain was the councilman. Bernardo, forty-something, thin, with a thick mustache and that practiced smile he wore at every public event. Before this, we had never exchanged more than a greeting in the street. But here, in this half-darkness, there was nothing left of that cordiality.

He took his clothes off slowly. First the jacket, carefully folded over a chair. Then the shoes, the pants. He stood there in his shirt and underwear while he untied his tie, watching me the whole time with eyes that no longer smiled. He looked at me the way you look at something you’ve just bought. When he pulled down his underwear, I saw his cock already hard, long and curving upward, throbbing against his belly.

He walked toward me and stopped very close. He was more than a head taller than me. He stretched the tie between his hands, making a snap that raised goosebumps on my skin, and without a word he tied my wrists with it. He lifted my arms over my head and secured them to a hook in the wall, leaving me stretched out and open, my tits lifted by the harness and offered up like on a tray.

His mouth fell onto mine. He tasted like mint and some strong liquor. He kissed me violently, biting my lips, forcing his tongue down my throat, while one hand dropped to my chest and squeezed with the same brutality. He pinched one nipple between two fingers and twisted until a moan slipped out of me. His other hand slid between my legs and two fingers sank in all at once into my dry cunt. I closed my eyes and something inside me broke. It wasn’t the tears I no longer had; it was something deeper. Feeling a mouth on my lips that was not Andrés’s, my dead husband’s, shattered me. I tried to move my body away, but he had me immobilized beneath his weight and his fingers buried inside me.

—Just look at how I’ve got you, little whore —he whispered in my ear as he moved his fingers inside my cunt—. The whole prude of the town, tied up with two fingers inside her. You’re going to suck my cock first.

He pulled his fingers out, wiped them across my painted lips, and shoved them into my mouth, making me suck them clean. Then he loosened the tie from the hook and pushed me down by the shoulders. I fell to my knees in front of him. His cock was at my face, thick and tense, the purplish tip shining with pre-cum.

—Open your mouth. Stick it out. I want to see you suck it like the whore you are now.

I obeyed. I stuck out my tongue and ran it over the tip. It tasted bitter and hot. He grabbed my hair with one hand and shoved his whole cock into my mouth in one thrust, making me arch my neck. I hadn’t sucked anyone but Andrés, and that had been years ago. He started fucking my mouth with long thrusts, holding my head with both hands, and I cried without tears while I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. Thick saliva streamed down my chin and dripped between my tits.

—That’s it, like that, swallow. Look at me while you suck me.

I lifted my eyes and saw him smiling, satisfied, as he kept spearing my mouth. Saliva fell in threads onto my erect nipples. He yanked his cock out in a flash, and a bright glob of spit hung between his lips and mine.

Sofía, don’t come in, please don’t come in, I kept repeating in my mind. I didn’t want this, but we needed the money. This was the point of no return.

He hauled me up by my hair, shoved me back against the wall, and bit through the wrapper of a condom. He rolled it down his cock while kissing my neck. Then he grabbed my thigh, lifted my leg to his hip, and guided the head of his cock to the entrance of my cunt.

—Let’s see how tight you are, little widow.

He drove into me standing up, in one shove to the hilt. I ran out of breath. The only man who had ever been inside me was Andrés, and that had been a long time ago. The lack of lubrication turned it into a sharp pain that ripped a muffled cry from me. I felt every centimeter opening me, stretching me, and when he buried himself all the way, he left his cock inside for a moment, enjoying how tightly I squeezed him.

He started moving hard, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back in to the base, while his fingers twisted my nipples and his mouth smashed mine again. The dull thud of his balls against my cunt echoed through the storehouse. I squeezed my eyes shut from the pain and from the shame of feeling how, slowly, my body began to get wet, betraying me.

—Say it, bitch. Say you like being fucked by a real man.

—I... I like it —I sobbed.

—Look at me when you talk to me! —he grabbed my face with one hand, forcing my eyes open—. And say it right. Tell me what I’m doing to you.

—I like being fucked —I repeated, looking at him, eyes wet and voice broken—. I like your cock inside me... fuck me.

—That’s my whore.

He carried me to the mattress without pulling out, hauling me along impaled on his cock, and when we fell onto the sheets he spread my legs as wide as they would go, resting them over his shoulders. That was when I felt everything, every centimeter, from the first thrust. Folded in half, with my knees almost at my ears, his cock entered at a new angle that ripped moans from me I couldn’t control. He lowered his head and started sucking one nipple while still hammering into me with a rhythm that grew more violent by the second.

—Your cunt’s squeezing me. You’re going to cum, aren’t you? The town whore is going to cum on the councilman’s cock.

—No... no... —I shook my head, but my hips moved on their own against him.

Minutes of fucking in which I didn’t stop moaning and sobbing until I felt him finish. He thrust all the way in, let out a deep groan, and the condom filled inside me in pulses I could feel throbbing against my walls. And then, to my shame, my body betrayed me. I arched my back, my nipples hardened to the limit, and an orgasm shook me from head to toe, clamping around his cock, milking him, while I cried without tears and he laughed over me.

—Just look at that. The little widow came on my cock.

He got up, threw the condom into the bin we’d set aside for that, and left without saying another word to me. Outside I heard applause, laughter, congratulations, as if he’d won a trophy. I was the trophy. I heard him boasting about how he’d fucked me standing up, how I’d screamed, how I’d come at the end, and the others howled like animals.

***

—Next! —I heard Sofía shout, her voice broken but furious.

A burly hauler from the neighboring town came in, with rough hands and the smell of the road on him. He undressed quickly but folded his clothes carefully on the chair, a detail that surprised me. When he pulled down his underwear, I saw it: a thick, dark cock with prominent veins, already half-hard and hanging heavy between his thighs. He approached the mattress where I still lay there, inert, like a used doll, my cunt still open and dripping from the first one.

He was different. He lay down beside me and kissed me slowly, with a tenderness I hadn’t expected. His mouth on mine felt like Andrés’s, and for one horrible second I thought it was him. I hugged him without thinking, clinging to his back, and when I realized what I was doing, I let go in fear. He didn’t get angry. He just kept kissing me, now moving down my neck, licking behind my ear.

He moved his mouth down my neck to my breasts. He licked them gently, taking one nipple fully into his mouth and sucking it slowly, circling it with his tongue, while one hand slid up my thigh and two fingers slipped between my lips. They found my clit and started rubbing it in slow circles. An electric shock shot through me and I moaned hard, still sensitive from the previous orgasm. His head kept going lower until it was between my thighs. He spread them open with both hands, parting my cunt lips with his thumbs, and he just looked.

—What a pretty little cunt you’ve got —he murmured.

—What... what are you doing? —I said, confused.

He didn’t answer. His tongue ran over me from the entrance to the clit in one long, firm lick, and I moaned so loud the people outside must have heard everything. Andrés had done it only a few times. This was different; it was slow, insistent. He sucked my clit between his lips while two fingers went into my cunt and curved upward, searching for a spot that made my waist arch. Every time I tried to ask him to stop, a new lick tore another moan from me. He found a rhythm, tongue up, fingers in, tongue up, fingers in, and my body warned me what was coming. I felt my legs shaking uncontrollably, I closed them against his head, and then it hit. Another orgasm, even more intense than the last, a wave that made me scream with my tied hands over my mouth while he kept licking me slowly, drinking what came out of me.

—Mmm. You come good —he said, climbing up to kiss me, and I felt my own taste in his mouth.

Without giving me time to recover, he put on the condom, sat on the mattress with his back against the wall, and pulled me onto him. I ended up straddling him, my hands on his shoulders so I wouldn’t fall, his thick cock pointing upward between my thighs. He grabbed my hips and lowered me slowly onto his shaft. His thickness opened me little by little, stretching me, until I was seated all the way down, impaled, his cock bumping against my deepest point. A wave of pleasure flooded me inside.

He started moving me back and forth, making me ride him, while he buried his face between my breasts. I braced my hands on his chest and started moving on my own, rising and lowering slowly over his cock, feeling it slide in and out, wet, shining between us.

—What delicious tits. They drive me crazy —he said, searching for my nipples with his mouth, sucking one and then the other, biting gently—. They’re the most beautiful ones I’ve ever touched. Rub them on my face, that’s it, just like that.

—Tha... thank you —I said between pants, not knowing why I answered that.

He grabbed my ass with both hands and started moving me faster, fucking me from below while I bounced on him. The bed creaked, his balls slapped against me, my tits hit his face. I felt him get harder, swell inside me, and I knew he was about to finish. He pushed upward, held my hips pinned all the way deep, and spilled into the condom with a muffled grunt against my neck, nibbling my skin without breaking it.

When he finished, he stayed inside a moment longer, holding me, and kissed my forehead before pulling out. He left in silence. I was glad I hadn’t had another orgasm, though he left me on the edge, my cunt throbbing and my thighs slick with my own juice.

***

The third was a neighbor from two streets down. Rogelio, bald, fat, short, almost my height. He always greeted me with a friendly smile when I passed his house. Now there was no smile, only a hungry grimace and a huge bulge straining the front of his pants.

He stripped clumsily, nearly tripping over his own trousers. His belly hung over a short but very thick cock that jerked erect between his thighs. He shoved the condom on in a hurry, stretching it tight, and launched himself at me without warning. He grabbed my breasts with both hands as if they were something he’d wanted to touch for years, squeezing, pinching, sucking rough, leaving strands of saliva between the nipples. I bit my lips not to scream.

—That’s it, bitch! I always knew you were a slut! From the first day I saw you I wanted to grab these huge tits. How many handjobs have I given myself thinking about them, little whore.

—Please... don’t say that —I begged him, thinking of all the mornings I’d greeted him back without knowing what he thought.

He pushed my legs apart, opening me wide, and slammed into me in one hard thrust. The girth of his cock hurt me even after the first two. He started fucking me with clumsy, fast movements, panting over me like an animal, his belly hitting mine, while he kept groping my tits with both hands.

—I’m splitting you open, little whore. I’m splitting your cunt open. Say it, tell me you like my cock.

—I... I like it —I repeated mechanically, wanting him to finish quickly.

—Louder, slut!

—I like your cock! —I shouted with disgust.

He lasted a couple of minutes, panting over me. I felt him tighten, the thrusts growing more erratic. Before finishing, he lunged at my chest and bit one breast hard, sinking his teeth around the nipple. I screamed in real pain this time. I felt him ejaculate in shudders against me while his teeth stayed buried in my skin. He got up, his cock still dripping inside the used condom, and left.

I sat up and looked at the red mark throbbing on my breast, a ring of teeth sunk into the flesh, already starting to bruise.

—I told him no biting! —I heard Sofía shout at him when he came out. Her voice was shaking with rage.

Knowing she had seen everything, that she hadn’t looked away for a single second in case she had to step in, hurt me more than the bite.

***

The last one was Don Ignacio. And he was the worst.

He came in slowly, already naked beneath a dark robe that he let fall the moment he crossed the curtain. He was in his sixties, lean-bodied, with ice-cold eyes and a surprisingly long cock hanging between his legs, still soft, swaying with each step. He sat in the chair, crossed his legs like he was in his living room, and looked at me the way someone sizes up cattle.

—Get on all fours and show me that ass, bitch.

I had no dignity left. I wasn’t thinking anymore. I only obeyed. I got on all fours on the mattress, tits hanging down, ass pointed at him.

—Higher. Arch your back. I want to see the cunt and ass wide open.

I lowered my chest against the mattress and arched my back, offering him everything. I heard him laugh softly. I felt him stroking his cock, heard it harden against his hand.

—Now shake it. Good. Move that fat ass for me. Now turn around and come crawl to me.

I crawled toward him without lifting my eyes from the floor. When I was at his feet, he took my chin and forced me to look at him. His cock was now hard, long, pointing to the ceiling a few millimeters from my face.

—Lick it out. No hands.

I stuck out my tongue and ran it along the whole length, from base to tip. He shoved my head down and stuffed it into my mouth to the hilt, without mercy, until I gagged and struck his thighs with my bound hands. He let me breathe for a second and then impaled my throat again, fucking my mouth at his pleasure, watching me cry.

—Good whore. Good bitch. Now ask me to fuck you.

He pulled his spit-slick cock out of my mouth and let it rest against my face. Thick saliva hung from my lips to the glans.

—Fuck me —I said in a mechanical voice.

—No, little whore. Say it properly. Ask nicely. And tell me what you want me to fuck.

—Fuck my cunt... please —and this time I almost cried when I saw his triumphant smile.

—Gentlemen! —he shouted toward the curtain—. The town’s titty slut is begging to have her cunt fucked! —he laughed loudly and I heard the others’ cackles on the other side—. Well then, I’m going to give you what you asked for. And a little more too.

He grabbed my hair, dragged me to the mattress, and put me on all fours. I heard him spit, and felt his warm saliva slide between my ass cheeks, running down the crease to my cunt. He rubbed the tip of his cock over my cunt, smearing it, and slowly pushed it into me, centimeter by centimeter, to the hilt.

—You’re so hot, little bitch. And how tight you are —he whispered in my ear as he leaned over my back and grabbed my breasts from behind, hanging on to them like reins—. I always wondered what it would feel like to fuck you. I used to buy my wife lingerie and fuck her while thinking of you. Every time you came into the store and bent over to arrange the sacks, my cock got hard.

He started fucking me with long, deep thrusts, pulling my hair with one hand and pinching my nipple with the other. The sound was obscene, the wet slaps of my cunt taking him, his balls hitting my clit, his voice in my ear telling me every fantasy he had built up over years.

—Your cunt is better than I imagined. Tighter. Juicier.

Suddenly he pulled out and I felt him press the tip against my asshole. I tensed up completely.

—No... not there, please.

—Relax, bitch, I’m not going to put it in. Yet. I just want to see it there.

He rubbed the head of his glans against my ass for a while, laughing, pressing until he made me moan in fear, and in the end he shoved it back into my cunt with a blow that made me scream. He kept moving, telling me his fantasies while he used me, alternating speeds, stopping to yank my hair, giving me slaps on the ass that left his handprint on my skin.

—Touch your clit. I want to feel you come on my cock.

—No...

—Touch yourself, whore, or I’ll put it in your ass right now.

I lowered one hand and started rubbing myself. I hated him. I hated my body. In less than a minute I felt the orgasm rising like a filthy tide. I clenched around him, tightened everything, and came with a scream over his cock while he laughed and sped up until he emptied into the condom with a long groan, biting the back of my neck without breaking the skin.

—You’re the best fuck of my life. We’ll have to do it again —he said, pulling his cock out slowly and giving me one last loud slap on the ass before leaving.

***

I collapsed onto the mattress and stayed there, staring blankly at the ceiling, legs open, my swollen, gaping cunt dripping saliva, sweat, and the semen that had leaked out around the edges of the condoms. In my head the faces of the four men kept repeating, their voices, their hands, the taste of every cock, the smell of each of them. I felt pain and guilt, but also a dark, almost sick relief that it was all over.

I fell asleep without realizing it. I don’t know how much time passed. I woke suddenly when I felt an arm around me from behind and let out a muffled scream, convinced one of them had come back. But then I felt soft breasts against my back and Sofía’s unmistakable perfume. My heart calmed.

We didn’t say anything. She hugged me and I let myself be held. We stayed like that all night, two broken women on a mattress in a storehouse that still smelled of the men who had paid for my body. Believing the worst was already over.

But we were wrong.