Degrade Me

I see you watching me from across the bar.  There is something different about you, not the usual kind of guy I’m interested in, something has caught my eye and I can’t stop staring now.  I can’t help but walk over to you, something urging me on in a way that I never normally feel.  I see you appraising me as I head over, your eyes following the line up from my heeled boots to my tight black skirt and over my figure hugging top.  My cleavage is exposed, milky white skin contrasting against the darkness of my outfit.  I lean over to introduce myself, my hand extended but instead of the handshake I expect, you grab my wrist and pull me close so that you can whisper in my ear.

“How much, whore?”

I’m shocked, and insulted and try to pull away but you hold on strongly. 

“Not so quickly, slut.  I know you like it, I can see it in your eyes” 

I want to protest but, for some inexplicable reason, I know you’re right.  You steer me towards the exit and I don’t complain, caught up in some unseen power you have over me.  I follow you into the car park and down the side street, against every bit of common sense I have.  You lead me to a car, open the back door and push me towards it.  I lose my balance and stumble into the seat.  As I’m righting myself, you get in the car and lock the doors.  I’m trapped.

The journey is a short one and soon you are pulling me out of the backseat by my hair.  I barely put up resistance as I know I want this, I can feel it in me.  Still, you drag me to a door and push me through, blinking as your eyes adjust to the new light levels.  We’re in a simple room; a table, a chair, a trolley with some indistinguishable items on it.  You throw me to the floor and tower over me, your power both terrifying and arousing.  Quickly, you’re on your knees, pulling at my clothes, ripping them from me, your hands rough on my body, no care being given to me.

“Time to make you mine, cuntrag” and you spit in my face.  I feel a throb between my legs.  Pulling my head back with one hand in my hair, your other palm connects with the side of my face.  And again.  And again.  The prick of tears in my eyes.  You spit on me and I shiver.  I catch a quick smirk on your face before you grab the shackles from the floor.  Long chains clink as you drag them over to me, fastening my hands together in front of my body. 

“Kneel” and I slowly rise to a position I think you’ll be happy with.

“Quicker and like this” and you kick my legs apart, the tip of your boot pushing into my cunt.  You grab the chain and pull my arms above my head.  Exposed.  You roughly grab my cunt in one hand, twisting a nipple in the other.  I scream, in shock and in pain.

“That won’t do, fuck slave” and you leave me for a moment to return with a large o-ring gag, ready to push into my mouth.  “Open wide”

The gag in place, you spit straight into my open mouth and laugh, a cruel chuckle to tease me.  I can feel the dampness of my exposed cunt, confusing me.  I want this, don’t I?  You hands are exploring me, not carefully like a lover but rough, grabbing, groping, pulling at my flesh.  You focus on my tits for a while, pulling and slapping them, red handpaints visible already.  You pull out a marker pen and start to deface me, words describing me written there in black ink, contrasting against the red marks and my otherwise ghostly pale complexion.  You list off the words as you’re scrawling them on me: slut, cunt, fucktoy, useless whore, cumslut, cocksucker, piss receptical, cumrag, three holes for use, body for sale, come hungry, cuntlapping slapper, slag, filthy animal, fuckpet, worthless fuckdoll.  Standing back to admire your work and smiling, you take photos on a mobile phone.

I’ve been quietly sobbing the whole time, disgusted by my arousal, horrified that I can enjoy this. 

“Your makeup is pretty”, as you smear it across my face.  “We should probably wash it off though”.  You unzip your fly, pull your cock out and piss on my face, into my waiting mouth, showering me.  I come instantly, with no warning, shaking with pleasure, my legs trembling.  “You will pay for that, piss loving slut” and you pulled me up to my feet. 

A bag of clamps and pegs are next and you cover every inch of pinchable skin.  You spread my legs so you can clamp my pussy lips then pull them so I am spread, lewdly exposed.  One final peg on my clit and you look happy.  I can feel my come dripping from me, hitting the floor, alerting you to my state of mind.  Again you smile, then walk off, leaving me spread, waiting, confused.  My cunt continues to drip until I realise I need to pee too.  The tears flow freely as I understand your plan, just as freely as the piss running out of me, down my legs, onto the floor.  When you return, you pull off every clamp and peg, apart from the ones on my cunt.  I come twice, squirting hard.  Again you smirk.  You tug on the peg on my clit, moans escaping the gag, my cunt dripping in response.  Another orgasm rips through me as you pull it free from me and I can barely stand.  You use this to push me to the floor, crushing my face into the puddle of my piss and come, your foot on the back of my head. 

“Clean it up, you filthy pain slut” and I do my best through the tears, orgasms and ring gag to lap it all up, gagging at the taste but loving the degradation.  I slump to the ground, exhausted but you drag me up again, clearly not finished with me.  You push me on to the table and secure me, my legs bent, my ass high, my arms spread.  You strap a dildo into my cunt, one that is slightly too long and wide so I feel stretched open.  You position a magic wand perfectly on my clit and start it up quite low.  I’m already close to coming again.  Next, a dildo into my arse, another big one.  When it starts to pump steadily in and out of me, I realise that it’s attached to a fucking machine.  Finally, you’re at my head, looking down at my face, menacing as you push your cock into me, simultaneously turning up the wand and fucking machine.  My mind starts to blur and I am awash with sensation and orgasm.  I feel you pull out and come on my body but the fucking doesn’t stop.  More cocks invade my mouth, more come decorates me, all the while my cunt is gushing from the unrelenting attention my ass and clit are getting.  I hear you laugh, talking to the other men in the room.

“Yes, she’s my whore now.  She will earn her place here.  But tonight, she is free.  Serves her right for not naming her price.”


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