Hello friends I know the story is a bit long but I assure you it's worth it
It was a cloudy morning on a Friday in Caracas, I was on my way to university. I study accounting at UCV, it's my second semester. It wasn't just a cloudy morning, it was also cold and there was a light drizzle. The perfect weather for being in bed wrapped up watching a movie and drinking a hot chocolate or having sex. Judging by the humidity between my legs and other sensations in my body, that's what I wanted to be doing. But no, as I said, I was on my way to university. There were few people on the street. I bet more than one was doing something mentioned earlier at that moment. The few people walking around turned to look at me incredulously at my outfit for the weather. To be honest, when I left home it seemed like it would be a sunny day, so I chose my clothes accordingly.
I was wearing a black skirt, quite fitted to my body, especially my round and firm booty. The skirt covered a bit more below mid-thigh, showing off quite a lot of my long and white legs, considered beautiful by many. At the end of these I wore a pair of high-heeled black sandals that showed off quite a lot of my feet, whose nails were painted black. I was wearing a short-sleeved grey blouse with a neckline not too scandalous but sensual and provocative enough to attract gazes from both men and some women directly at what was showing of my breasts. On top of the blouse I wore an open black jacket. My makeup was regular, quite sensual, but not vulgar or coarse. I had my black hair wet from the drizzle, despite carrying an umbrella, I wasn't using it. I love this weather and it warms me up a lot. But anyway... I arrived late to class. I'll be honest: I didn't want to go... I really wanted to be in my room whether it's fucking with some guy or giving myself head in the solitude of my bed. My submissive fetishist springs were triggered by what I imagined to be the most varied situations, with the guy I imagined being in four, with him penetrating me through the ass while holding a chain attached to a slut collar adjusted to my neck. Mmmm...my pubic area was getting wetter and wetter every time...while my eyes were fixed on the blackboard where my accounting II teacher was writing a variety of exercises. But my mind was elsewhere, specifically in my room, seeing myself dressed only with a good pair of platform sandals similar to those used by most porn actresses in most movies of that type, and the rest of my body wrapped in a black mesh suit covering everything except my arms and head. Sitting on the edge of my bed, facing my TV, with my legs open, a clamp on my clitoris, four others on my vaginal lips (two on each) and one on each nipple. On my forehead, the word PIG written in large capital letters. On my wrists, a pair of thick steel bracelets that communicated with each chain to a collar attached to my neck, made of the same material, and on which it could be clearly read the phrase SLAVE TO BE USED ACCORDING TO THE DESIRES OF HER MASTER. I must say that the clamp on my clitoris imagined it as a vibrating clamp, whose remote control I held in my right hand, and operated according to my whim, wanting to be at someone's feet while watching a sadomasochism movie at full volume. It should be noted that dressing sexy like a slut or somewhat fetishist in the solitude of my room to masturbate while watching porn is something I do frequently, in some way I feel like a promiscuous pervert doing it, and that heats me up extremely. Something that apparently lacks my teacher, who always bitter. She'll need a good guy to screw her, dominate her and teach her the pleasures of life. Even I was still giving the class, which I lost track of already a good while ago that day, thinking about all kinds of sexual depravations. That day, I was definitely a bit rough when it comes to sex.
While that professor continued explaining the exercises on the page... I don't remember what, I kept imagining new scenes where I was the protagonist. This time I saw myself lying on the floor, face down, with my body held in several points by a tubular structure, with my legs and hips lifted in the air thanks to the flexion my body was subjected to, that is, bent backwards from the hips to my feet, twisted by the tubes holding me. Not quite contorted, not a contortionist, but rather in a fairly uncomfortable position. My feet were reaching about as high as my head, in the air, due to the flexion of my legs. My breasts, arms and head were stuck to the floor. My legs were open, leaving my vaginal slit at the mercy of the person holding me in that position, nothing more and nothing less than my neighbor from across the street, Sara, with whom I fantasize very often. In this image she was taking advantage of that position to tie my hair to a braid, and the other end was tied to a hook, which, after stretching the braid pulling my hair back, was inserted into my ass, causing my head to be elevated, increasing the discomfort. Then she would take a dildo, and introduce it into my pussy first slowly, then faster and faster, until I would climax, then release my head and make me kiss her feet.
I want to make it clear to all of you readers, friends, that I am a normal woman. As I said, all this I was imagining was just fantasy, I never saw myself doing any of it in real life. Yes, I have a certain morbo. with women, but I've never done it with one, although I have fantasized about many and how they would do it. But I repeat, I've never done it with one, and I didn't see myself doing it in the future with anyone. But life takes turns...many turns...another thing to clarify is that I'm a virgin of my anal orifice. I always fantasize about someone putting their finger up that hole, but I've never let them do it. In a way, to keep appearances, only whores do it there. I, despite fantasizing about being one, am not in reality.
-Well, this is all for today, you can leave. -said my professor, pulling me out of the trance-like state I was in, imagining the type of situations previously recounted. Good thing I got out of those thoughts quickly, since I noticed that my left hand was massaging my thighs, and the bottom hem of my skirt was already quite high above the middle of my thighs. Added to that, with my right hand holding the pen with which I was taking notes, in a playful way in my mouth, sucking and licking the tip. A little more and I would have undressed unconsciously in the classroom, and things would have gotten difficult.
As I said, I often fantasize about pretty rough things, but many of those things haven't been realized in intimacy, I've learned to keep up appearances as a decent lady before everyone, including my partners and family. Okay, I always like dressing quite sexy, and sex, but I've never done any of the things that went through my mind, such as anal sex or being humiliated. Dressing like a slut, I do it more than anything for myself, to masturbate, and dressing quite provocatively, which is not the same as dressing like a slut, I only did it when I was in the mood for a good and tasty night.
I went to the cafeteria to try to calm down with something cold. Yes, despite It was quite cold that day, I was carrying a tremendous fever that already had me with my face red by those hours, besides my chest, which turns that color when I'm looking for a fight. I arrived and there was Miguel, the idiot of the class. I don't like giving labels to people, but many truly deserve it. Miguel is one. If they think I refer to the typical guy with acne on his face who stammers when a beautiful girl talks to him and serves as a joke for all the other students, they're wrong. I find those guys somewhat tender. Miguel was a 26-year-old type, with a body quite well-cared-for, and quite handsome of face. But his way of being was unbearable. Quite arrogant, the typical fool who thinks he's on top of the world, who gets up to everyone because he's the most papi. The typical man who thinks that just by having the body he has, he already earns the right to be with all the ones he wants in bed. I won't tell you not to make me angry, but his attitude is quite stupid. He approached me and embracing me from behind, placing his chin on my left shoulder, and said:
-Hello momma, see that you're looking for someone to kill your desires, to be dressed like this on a day like today...
-Careful with what you say Miguel, I'm not in the mood today.
-But my sky, look at yourself in the mirror, you put everyone with many desires for your body –At this point he began to rub his package against me, which through the fabric was noticeable erect –nothing more feel how you have me, let's go to a slaughterhouse, taking advantage of how close the street of hotels is.
-This is the second warning Miguel, be careful with your words, you're playing with fire, and I assure you that you'll burn if you continue with stupidity...
-Stop acting like a difficult queen, I know you want to try my chocolate –It was here when the drop exceeded the vase. Saying this, he touched both of my breasts,
Ah, in front of everyone. And there, in front of everyone, I slipped out of his embrace, turned quickly and gave him a tremendous slap.
-Who do you think you are, great stupid, abuser?! Sleeping with me won't happen not even in a million years, nor because you're the last man in this universe! Learn to treat a lady, rot! -I screamed, everyone stopped looking at us. I'm not one of those who likes to make scenes, but being frustrated by having strong sex urges and not being able to satisfy them, combined with Miguel's great mental stupidity, made me react like that. I turned around, walked away from the site, and while walking, I heard him call me a slut and I replied I am one, and I'm proud of it, which provoked many of those present to laugh at Miguel, who was left screwed.
I have to admit that the teasing of my breasts increased my excitement. I felt like my legs were trembling a little with every step I took, due to the tingling sensation I felt in my crotch. I was upset about what had happened, but my little girl and nipples were giving me signs of quite the opposite. I suppose besides the handling I was subjected to, the humiliating situation of having been in public also served as a good catalyst for my libido to surge to surprising levels.
I hastened my pace to leave the university. Continued walking towards Plaza Venezuela, then directing myself to Sabana Grande Boulevard. Strangely, there were few people, although it was understandable given the bad weather prevailing that day. And speaking of bad weather, it started raining at that moment. Still, I didn't stop and continued on my way. Many thoughts were passing through my mind, many of them sexual, and many others trying to distract me to calm my sex urges. So focused on my thoughts was I that I didn't notice I was being pursued by a man until about 10 minutes later, when the rain increased its Intensity, with the rain falling now, not very strong, but which had caused a few pedestrians who were on the boulevard at that moment to rush for shelter in one of the stores. Everyone except me, who was taking advantage of the strong rain to see if my fever would go down, achieving the opposite effect. I did it also to see if the man I mentioned earlier was following me or if it was just my imagination. But it wasn't like that. The man continued behind me. When I noticed this, I decided to take advantage of the fact that the rain had turned into a powerful torrential rain, which made it difficult to see, and run, turning at one of the many corners on the boulevard. With that rain and my high-heeled sandals, it was very hard to run, so halfway down the street, I was caught. The street was completely empty. I didn't have time to scream, the man hugged me roughly, like Miguel did in university, covered my mouth with one of his hands. I tried to bite him, but he was faster than me and took one of my breasts over my blouse, pinching it hard before I could bite him, paralyzing me from pain. So, he dragged me to a door of an old building. No more entering, there were stairs, where I was thrown, at the moment when, taking advantage of my defenseless and dazed position, he hit me hard in the face.
I take advantage of that moment when I'm rubbing my face to pass my hands over my chest, although not grabbing my breasts, but rather taking the blouse, and with a pull, open it, bursting all the buttons. I take off my jacket and blouse, and with the latter, I gag myself. I grab the long sleeves of the jacket and tie my hands with one of them, while putting the other in his pocket. I take hold of my hair and force me to climb the stairs. I didn't stop asking myself what was happening, what he would do. We went up about two floors, note that the building was abandoned. The doors were broken, there was a lot of dust in the place. I was totally alone. The only thing that remained in good condition was the main entrance door to the building, it seemed. In the second one, he directed me towards one of the apartments. The paint was worn out, the ceiling was falling apart. I threw myself onto an old, torn mattress, from which a dense cloud of dust came out as I fell onto it. The place smelled horrible, a mix of urine, cigarettes, shit, and alcohol.
I took off my bra, leaving my two nipples in the open air. I squeezed them for an instant, then took my face with both hands and brought his to mine. He was wearing a sweater with a hood. As I got closer to his face, I saw that he had a balaclava covering his face, his head was hidden in the hood of his jacket. There were only holes for his eyes and mouth, where a rather sadistic smile was drawn. He spat on my face.
Very well, sow, pay attention. The current situation is as follows: I saw you at Plaza Venezuela and I really liked you. You're rebuena. My cock won't stop wanting to see you again. - At that moment, he started putting his hand under the skirt, and pulling away a bit of the thread that was underneath it, touched my clitoris, which was quite moist.
And well, -I continued saying- it seems you're also hot, with a desire to get laid. Let's have a tasty time together...
I got scared quite a bit when I heard this. I took off my skirt and sandals. With one tug, the thread that I was wearing ripped open. He put one of his hands on my pussy, and inserted two fingers into that opening. It started as a soft massage, but as the seconds passed, it became stronger and more brutal. To my surprise, this excited me extremely, so much that in a short time, I reached orgasm, between bodily tremors and multiple convulsions... one of the strongest orgasms I've had in my life, without a doubt. Then came the surprise that the situation was heating me up even more.
I reproached myself a lot for this. Ok, I did. fantasized many times about being raped, but never imagined living it in reality, and even less that I would get excited to be in that situation in real life, which only wanted to end at that moment.
-You'll take off the gag, I don't want you to scream, or anything, understood trash? –PAF! He gave me a tremendous slap, as an advance of what would happen if I didn't do what he ordered...you'll see how we enjoy the most tasty things if you behave well...especially me jejeje -he said, taking off my gag. I was afraid of his words, so I resigned myself to not saying anything. He stood up and looked at me fixedly for a long time, during which I couldn't look him in the eye or think about anything. The only sound echoing in the place was the strong rain falling, accompanied by the strong wind and thunder.
After this moment of relative calm, he took me again by the hair and almost dragged me up two more floors. The place had few changes, it still had the same stench, the same destruction, etc. My body was a bit muddied, since I was wet and being in a place where dust and dirt were more abundant than anything, making my appearance quite dirty. Once we arrived at a new apartment on the fourth floor, he put me on my knees and made me clean, precisely, the mud from his shoes with my tongue. I obeyed the order, afraid of what could happen if I didn't. I started licking first the tip, then went along the toe, the edges, etc. While doing so, images came to my mind of porn movies and my fantasies, in which I saw myself doing something similar, being submissive to a man, totally defenseless, humiliated. This caused my clitoris to begin lubricating, and for me to feel more and more excited. I couldn't believe that in this situation, I was deep down wanting to be raped by this man.
With a movement of his
the pie I was licking, pushes my head, moving me to one side, leaving me on my knees, with my ass in pomp, and my head stuck to the floor. He crouched behind me, took my buttocks with his hands. He massaged them a bit, then put three fingers in my pussy. He started to finger me this time slowly and smoothly, while he was rubbing my clitoris with his thumb, which made me moan... little by little I was giving myself over to the excitement, living the moment, enjoying it. It was when I started feeling the caresses of his other hand on my anal hole. This made me jump, my ass had never been penetrated before, except in my hardest fantasies that have. But they were just fantasies...
-Uh, apparently no one has ever explored this cave... -my reaction betrays me. Little by little, he started to apply pressure with his finger on my anus. I was squeezing it as hard as I could. But he insisted, increasing the pressure little by little. The vaginal moisture began to increase along with the pressure of his finger, which indicated that deep down, he wanted to put it in, and not just that one, but all the ones he desired. The slut inside me wanted out. I wasn't letting her, thinking about the possible consequences. Suddenly, I started feeling pain in my anal hole and ended up running along my entire back like an electric shock. His finger managed to break through the resistance of my ass, which was now biting his finger in a way that could be described as hungry. Little by little, he started to pull out his finger, but didn't do it completely, only until a certain point, then slowly went back in until the knuckle. I felt quite painful, but at the same time, it was quite pleasant. Little by little, the met and saca increased, and little by little the pain decreased, my ass was getting used to its divine invader. Also, little by little, the slut inside me was gaining ground, and my rational mind was being turned off. I wanted the violation more and more until...
the point where words came out of my mouth: -¡¡¡Like that, like that, give it to me hard, give it to me tasty, give it to me however you want, but give it to me through the ass!!!. -¡Caramba! I've won the lottery –said my captor–. –I love that you're a slut in all your glory!, I like you this way, wild and quiet, I'll give it to you however I want, but first you have to do some things for me. -Whatever, whatever, take me, bend me, possess my holes, take me hard and without pity! -Tell me, pig, why should I take you? -¡¡Because you have me under your control, you have me where you want, how you want, please, screw me once for real!! -Jajaja, you're so hot that you ask for it...you're promiscuous... -Siii siiii, I'm a Promiscuous, a whore, always dreamed of being well dominated in sexual intercourse, always fantasize about strong things, even being raped, please, take me, fill my holes with your flesh. -That's for sure, slut, that will happen...Tell me, do you like it when they treat you like this, when they speak dirty to you? Does it excite you, really? -Uuuufff and how much, I'm fascinated... -And tell me, slut, why is that? -Because I'm a slut, slut... -Shout it out, pig, shout that you're... -¡¡¡I'M A SLUT, A PIG WITHOUT SCRUPLES, I EXIST TO SATISFY THE LOWEST INSTINCTS OF PEOPLE, TO BE SCREWED, HUMILIATED, TORTURED!!! ¡¡¡I'M NOT WORTH MORE THAN A DOG, I'M A WILD WHORE, I DESERVE TO BE TRODDEN!!! -¡Wow! You've left me impressed, slut...well, if that's what you like, then... Said this, I heard the zipper of his pants go down, and walking on my knees, he headed towards where I had my face stuck to the floor, took my hair with force, brought my face to his groin, and rubbed it in my face for a good while. I wasn't stopping from inhaling the smell of sweat and urine from his cock, which by this point, where my inner slut had control over my body, was becoming incredibly exquisite. My face was full of muck, so his groin also got stuck after rubbing it on my face for a while. He let go hair and I ordered myself to clean it up, which I did by bringing my mouth to his cock, already hard.
I started the blow job, first putting the head of his dick in my mouth with great care not to hurt it with my teeth. Slowly I swallowed more and more...it was quite long, about 19 cm. It was quite tasty feeling how slowly his huge sexual tool introduced itself into my mouth, rubbing against my tongue which I moved eagerly to give pleasure to my guy, until my nose sank into the hair that surrounded his cock, and touched his pubis. At this point I took hold of my hair with both hands and didn't let me back off, so I responded by sucking with considerable force. We remained in this position for a couple of minutes more or less. The tip of his cock reached as far as the tonsils, I think even further...
I started to feel queasy. At first I could bear it, but soon it became stronger. I was afraid of vomiting on his cock, I didn't know how he would react to something so disgusting like that. So I tried to back off. But he, laughing, held me back and put a lot of pressure on my head for my face to stick completely to his pubis until tears started coming out of my eyes. I opened my mouth to breathe, as my nose was really quite blocked, but still I thought about giving him pleasure so I pulled out my tongue to lick his balls, and while doing that I felt like my mouth was drooling a lot and I could feel saliva running down my tongue. The queasiness continued, but for my surprise it wasn't as strong as the first ones, I thought maybe I was already getting used to it.
A little later I separated myself. My eyes were watery. My captor took a marker and wrote something on my forehead, then he took a piece of mirror that had been left in a chair (or what was left of it) and made me look at myself in it. The appearance of my face was quite deplorable, on my forehead... The word that was written to me was slut. My makeup was quite smeared on my face due to tears and the splattered cock on my face. A perfect sea of saliva could be seen below my chin.
At that moment, I felt like the most disgusting pig in this world. This excited me. And already at this point, only one goal existed in my mind: giving pleasure to my captor. The submissive slut within me, which I had kept repressed for so long, had completely taken over my body. All I wanted was to enjoy myself. Behind me were the thoughts about the possible dangers of being violated. Hard to believe, but that's how I felt, that's what I wanted.
I threw the mirror aside, and it fell to the floor, breaking into pieces. I took my hair in his hands, forming two tails with considerable brutality, and I couldn't help but scream from surprise, given the surprisingly rapid movements. He took advantage of my open mouth after the scream to thrust his cock into my throat again, this time with a single stroke, knocking me down onto the floor, practically on top of him with his body, pinning me against the floor. I fell onto my back and swallowed his cock and pubic hair. He hit me hard on the head, but that didn't matter to me, my duty was to give him pleasure, and that's what he would get. My legs remained stretched out and open, feeling like the briny breeze of the stormy tempest caressed my humid and dirty body, passing through the most hidden areas of my genitals. Once he had me impaled in his mouth with his cock, he began a frantic in-and-out, as if he were coming off a cheap street slut's pussy. It was quite violent at times, my head would lift only a few centimeters from the floor, just to be hit against it again with each thrust.
-Mmmmggffddssiii, prsstrraaameeeeswfd ggrrahahaassiiiii- was all I could manage to say, trying to express like this, give it to me like this. His - His words were choking me. He stood up, getting down on his knees, with his legs spread around my neck. I saw him with lustful eyes, my mouth still open. I felt my heart beating strongly, and I felt tears running down my face, and saliva from such a wild oral sex that had just been done to me. I looked at him with a rather sadistic smile, exclaiming –Jajaja you're perfect...- PAF! He gave me another loud slap, took my head in one hand, and made me lift it up again to put half of his cock in my mouth once more. I couldn't do anything, had my arms tied at the back. And even if they were untied, I wouldn't have defended myself, I would have used my hands to give him pleasure. It was his slut, his toy, his possession at that moment, and that excited me.
While I was sucking half of his cock with my head held by one of his hands, the other started pinching my tits. Apparently, he knew I was already at his feet, surrendered, and knew nothing would harm him, something like for example, biting his cock. I was holding back the pain so as not to do it. Not because it could kill me if he bit it or something, but because I truly didn't want to hurt that wonderful cock that now adored and desired with my life. He pinched me several times, I couldn't scream much, with his cock still in my mouth. He started alternating strong pinches with slaps on my tits. Tears were still coming out of my eyes, produced by the pain, but I was far from crying, rather I enjoyed it extremely, and if not, ask my little one, who was totally melted by the treatment I was being subjected to. And speaking of my little one, after a while of punishing my tits, that area was next. He started pinching my depilated pubis, stretching my vaginal lips, but strongly, producing me considerable pain and much excitement. I also received loud slaps in that area for a good while, until the... The point at which I only felt a strong ardor in my vaginal flesh.
Once he had had enough of that position, he got up, spat in my face, and ordered me to stand up. I obeyed his order, although with difficulty, having my arms tied. But I managed it. I took myself and leaned over a badly worn table that was there, and already with my ass well presented, he thrust his enormous cock into me, all the way to the bottom. I tried to scream, but the pain I felt was so strong that I could only keep my mouth open, deprived of the pain. He seemed to hear me screaming, although not loudly. My anus was quite closed, and when he put his long cock in it without any lubrication, it must have been quite painful for both of us, although more for me than for him. We stayed like that for a few minutes, I frozen and congealed by the pain, with his enormous cock all the way inside me, motionless, but not for long, as I took my hips and he started to pull out his enormous cock slowly, only to put it back in slowly again. The rhythm increased until, after a while, he was already giving it to me like when he fucked my mouth on the floor. I gradually recovered from the pain, although it was still quite strong, but the excitement that followed was indescribable. –That's it, that's it, give it all to me, fuck my ass, you're mine, I belong to you –he was saying, with a fairly shrill voice, while he was telling me –ahhh, where are you going? You're a delicious slut, don't get it wrong with me, you're an authentic delight for those who like narrow passages….
After being deflowered by the ass for a while, I got down on my knees again, recumbent head against the floor. I clung to my clogged vagina. There was no pain, only a great and delicious pleasure. The delicious oscillation began while I screamed at him to give it to me harder, stronger, screaming that I was a slut in heat, that I only served for that, that I liked everything he was doing to me, and that he shouldn't stop. I told him I was very grateful for what he was doing to me. The most surprising thing, at least for me, was that everything I said, I said seriously, from the deepest part of my soul, heart and instincts.
His thrusts were delicious, something brusque, but delicious. In my life, I had never tried sex like this. I realized everything I missed by repressing myself. All the pleasure I prohibited, for absurd appearances to be kept. Honestly, I was a fool, but that was going to change. If I got out of all this alive, clearly.
But at that moment, that was the least of my concerns. I just wanted to enjoy and be enjoyed, obey.
As he made the rhythmic in-and-out motion with my pussy, I took advantage to give myself some hard, loud slaps, which made me desire more and more. And I asked for it with my mouth. I begged. At one point, he started playing with my anal hole. The position I was in made it easy for him to access that orifice, while he put his cock in my cunt. He put not one, but two fingers in my ass, opening the orifice a little, tracing the edge of my semi-open hole with the tip of his fingers, spitting on it, putting his fingers back in, taking them out and bringing them to my panting mouth, almost glued to the floor. A real wonder of sensations.
He stood up, stopping penetration, jerking off strongly with his right hand, while holding my hair with his left hand, lifting me a little, and making me kneel down. He put his cock in front of my face, and after letting out a strong groan between his gasps, he shot a large amount of cum on my face, which landed all over my hair, face, and a small part of my mouth, which opened up after the first two bursts. Then he took me by the hair and led me to a room adjacent to where we were, where he gave me another slap, spat in my face, and urinated from my breasts down. I couldn't feel more humiliated and disgusting, besides excited.
Then he took something from a bag that There was a piece of clothing in that room, and I threw it on the floor, specifically in the urine puddle that had formed around me. –I've had better ejaculations with cheaper whores than you, pig, but I can assure you something: we'll see each other soon –he said, and left the place, leaving me naked, dirty, disgusting, full of cum, saliva, and urine, on my knees with my arms tied to my back.
I stayed a bit disoriented, analyzing the situation. I was raped, I liked it, I was fascinated. But now I was in that spot, alone and tied up, so I started struggling a bit with the sleeve that had my arms pinned down. I couldn't get free, this guy had tied me up too tight, I started getting very nervous about the situation, and even more when I heard some footsteps. A man with a beggar's look peeked out from the hallway door. He was all dirty and disgusting. He stayed looking at me in the doorway. I terrified him, but at the same time it gave me a certain joy because there was the possibility that he would untie me, which is what I asked for immediately. As a response, I received his approach towards me. He pulled out his junk and started masturbating. A few minutes later, he came on my tits and pulled out a handkerchief from the back pockets of his pants and put it in my nose and mouth, applying pressure. I tried to resist, but I failed. A few minutes later, the disgusting smell emanating from the handkerchief made me half unconscious, drooling, lying on the floor.
During this period of semiconsciousness, I felt like they were moving my body, I didn't understand what was happening.
I woke up in the same room. Already with my hands free and dressed in the clothes that the rapist had left in the urine puddle, whose fabric had absorbed a bit of said liquid. It was a white top, or rather almost white, now it was quite yellowish, and transparently showed off my tits due to the humidity from the abundant ejaculation of the mysterious beggar. This top left my abdomen completely exposed, little more. and would fit into the category of support. Below, a short skirt like a pollerita type with a flight, purple, quite short. I wasn't wearing underwear. I had my sandals on. I got up dazed, who knows what kind of drug made me feel this way or smell like a beggar. I suppose he did it to get rid of me and not make me walk around. Well, I should thank him for something. I went down the stairs to the ground floor, where I took my purse, which had remnants of semen in it. I looked around to see what they had taken, and to my surprise, everything was the same, except for the cum that had been smeared inside.
Before leaving the building, I searched everywhere for my skirt, which was very short, and made me look like a streetwalker. I couldn't find my clothes anywhere. There was no other choice but to go out onto the street like this. It was still raining heavily, which made me get soaked all over again, and caused my top to transparently show off my breasts, clearly distinguishing my nipples. I couldn't see myself as a slut anymore. At least the bad smells from my body would disappear, that's what I thought.
Totally dazed, I took a taxi home. The driver saw me in the deplorable state I was in and said to me
- Miss, doesn't it bother you that people can see you like this on the street? That they call you that?
- Like what? -I replied
- Like that, as written on your forehead
I had completely forgotten the word slut written on my forehead. Now a little blurry but clearly distinguishable, I didn't say anything, just prepared to erase the letter with my hand, which wasn't very difficult.
I arrived at my house. There was no one else from my family, the house was empty. I went up to my room, into my bathroom, and opened the shower. I got under it, dressed as I was, and sat on the floor of the shower. I started thinking about everything I had felt, how I was humiliated. I couldn't help but feel excitement again. That had been the best sex of my life. I opened my legs and began to Masturbating frenetically under the sprinkler, remembering everything that had happened, thinking that it was all over. But I was wrong...
A week had passed since that day, when I decided not to report the rapist to the police, and I felt confused. One part of me wanted to report him, and another part told me not to, that instead I owed him a favor for having made me see what I really liked, which was being dominated. The next Friday, I went back to university. It was a beautiful sunny day. All I thought about was continuing with my life. After leaving the second class, I went to the cafeteria. I left my bag on a chair and went to order a coffee. I didn't take long to return when, sticking out of my bag, I saw a large yellow envelope with my name written on it. I took it out and opened it. My stomach turned over when I saw photos of my younger sister Sara and my Mother Silvia at places they frequent, even entering and leaving our house. Besides those photos, there were photos of me being raped in the building. Along with the photos was a DVD without any identification, and a note.
'Hello idiot, how are you? I imagine you're a bit scared to see these photos. Shhh, little girl, relax. I'll tell you something: the dust we made, despite having had better, I really like it. The truth is that I'm quite interested in keeping you in my hands, or rather, at my feet. You're a potential promiscuous, a slut who only knows how to receive orders and execute them perfectly, just as you behaved last Friday. Well, slut, I'll tell you that now you have to make an important decision, you've probably noticed that I've been following your mother and sister, where they work, where they usually spend their free time, and the best: WHERE THEY LIVE. On the DVD is a copy of the video of our screwing, where you look very animated while I'm fucking you at my pleasure, and on top of it, you're asking for more, and more...bitch, I want you to be my slut, my slut. You need to train yourself a bit, but it won't be... problem seeing the Promiscuous without scruples that in reality you are. If you go to the police or if you refuse to be what I order, everyone will see the video and your porn photos, plus your beautiful mother and sister will pay seriously for the consequences. I'm quite close to you right now. If you accept, I want you to get up, unbutton three buttons on your blouse, leaving the canal of your beautiful breasts visible, and take a turn. If you don't accept, simply throw this letter in the trash can under the table. Remember that if you accept, you will have saved your mother and sister, and you will continue to be a normal girl in everyone's eyes... otherwise...
ATTE. The Master
There it ended the letter. I got quite nervous. And surprisingly excited. Imagining myself at The Master's feet was quite tasty, making me wet easily. On the other hand, I thought again about all the consequences, some of which would be seeing many of my fantasies come true. Plus, I couldn't let my mother or sister go through this. I didn't want to ruin their lives like that, who knows what this man would do to them. After much meditation and looking around as if searching for it, I made the decision. I got up, unbuttoned three buttons on my blouse that I was wearing that day, leaving the canal of my breasts visible, and took a complete turn. More than one guy looked at me with a desire to jump on top of me. I hoped The Master had seen my response. A little later, my cell phone received an SMS from an unknown number that read You're my pet from now on, poor you if you disobey, pig.
I must admit that the message made me horny. My little one was bouncing quite a lot, and my excitement increased every time I imagined the things my new Master would order me to do. Not only did I do it for the well-being of my family, but also for my sexual well-being. I couldn't help but smile, meditating about the roll I had gotten myself into now... will continue...
It was a cloudy morning on a Friday in Caracas, I was on my way to university. I study accounting at UCV, it's my second semester. It wasn't just a cloudy morning, it was also cold and there was a light drizzle. The perfect weather for being in bed wrapped up watching a movie and drinking a hot chocolate or having sex. Judging by the humidity between my legs and other sensations in my body, that's what I wanted to be doing. But no, as I said, I was on my way to university. There were few people on the street. I bet more than one was doing something mentioned earlier at that moment. The few people walking around turned to look at me incredulously at my outfit for the weather. To be honest, when I left home it seemed like it would be a sunny day, so I chose my clothes accordingly.
I was wearing a black skirt, quite fitted to my body, especially my round and firm booty. The skirt covered a bit more below mid-thigh, showing off quite a lot of my long and white legs, considered beautiful by many. At the end of these I wore a pair of high-heeled black sandals that showed off quite a lot of my feet, whose nails were painted black. I was wearing a short-sleeved grey blouse with a neckline not too scandalous but sensual and provocative enough to attract gazes from both men and some women directly at what was showing of my breasts. On top of the blouse I wore an open black jacket. My makeup was regular, quite sensual, but not vulgar or coarse. I had my black hair wet from the drizzle, despite carrying an umbrella, I wasn't using it. I love this weather and it warms me up a lot. But anyway... I arrived late to class. I'll be honest: I didn't want to go... I really wanted to be in my room whether it's fucking with some guy or giving myself head in the solitude of my bed. My submissive fetishist springs were triggered by what I imagined to be the most varied situations, with the guy I imagined being in four, with him penetrating me through the ass while holding a chain attached to a slut collar adjusted to my neck. Mmmm...my pubic area was getting wetter and wetter every time...while my eyes were fixed on the blackboard where my accounting II teacher was writing a variety of exercises. But my mind was elsewhere, specifically in my room, seeing myself dressed only with a good pair of platform sandals similar to those used by most porn actresses in most movies of that type, and the rest of my body wrapped in a black mesh suit covering everything except my arms and head. Sitting on the edge of my bed, facing my TV, with my legs open, a clamp on my clitoris, four others on my vaginal lips (two on each) and one on each nipple. On my forehead, the word PIG written in large capital letters. On my wrists, a pair of thick steel bracelets that communicated with each chain to a collar attached to my neck, made of the same material, and on which it could be clearly read the phrase SLAVE TO BE USED ACCORDING TO THE DESIRES OF HER MASTER. I must say that the clamp on my clitoris imagined it as a vibrating clamp, whose remote control I held in my right hand, and operated according to my whim, wanting to be at someone's feet while watching a sadomasochism movie at full volume. It should be noted that dressing sexy like a slut or somewhat fetishist in the solitude of my room to masturbate while watching porn is something I do frequently, in some way I feel like a promiscuous pervert doing it, and that heats me up extremely. Something that apparently lacks my teacher, who always bitter. She'll need a good guy to screw her, dominate her and teach her the pleasures of life. Even I was still giving the class, which I lost track of already a good while ago that day, thinking about all kinds of sexual depravations. That day, I was definitely a bit rough when it comes to sex.
While that professor continued explaining the exercises on the page... I don't remember what, I kept imagining new scenes where I was the protagonist. This time I saw myself lying on the floor, face down, with my body held in several points by a tubular structure, with my legs and hips lifted in the air thanks to the flexion my body was subjected to, that is, bent backwards from the hips to my feet, twisted by the tubes holding me. Not quite contorted, not a contortionist, but rather in a fairly uncomfortable position. My feet were reaching about as high as my head, in the air, due to the flexion of my legs. My breasts, arms and head were stuck to the floor. My legs were open, leaving my vaginal slit at the mercy of the person holding me in that position, nothing more and nothing less than my neighbor from across the street, Sara, with whom I fantasize very often. In this image she was taking advantage of that position to tie my hair to a braid, and the other end was tied to a hook, which, after stretching the braid pulling my hair back, was inserted into my ass, causing my head to be elevated, increasing the discomfort. Then she would take a dildo, and introduce it into my pussy first slowly, then faster and faster, until I would climax, then release my head and make me kiss her feet.
I want to make it clear to all of you readers, friends, that I am a normal woman. As I said, all this I was imagining was just fantasy, I never saw myself doing any of it in real life. Yes, I have a certain morbo. with women, but I've never done it with one, although I have fantasized about many and how they would do it. But I repeat, I've never done it with one, and I didn't see myself doing it in the future with anyone. But life takes turns...many turns...another thing to clarify is that I'm a virgin of my anal orifice. I always fantasize about someone putting their finger up that hole, but I've never let them do it. In a way, to keep appearances, only whores do it there. I, despite fantasizing about being one, am not in reality.
-Well, this is all for today, you can leave. -said my professor, pulling me out of the trance-like state I was in, imagining the type of situations previously recounted. Good thing I got out of those thoughts quickly, since I noticed that my left hand was massaging my thighs, and the bottom hem of my skirt was already quite high above the middle of my thighs. Added to that, with my right hand holding the pen with which I was taking notes, in a playful way in my mouth, sucking and licking the tip. A little more and I would have undressed unconsciously in the classroom, and things would have gotten difficult.
As I said, I often fantasize about pretty rough things, but many of those things haven't been realized in intimacy, I've learned to keep up appearances as a decent lady before everyone, including my partners and family. Okay, I always like dressing quite sexy, and sex, but I've never done any of the things that went through my mind, such as anal sex or being humiliated. Dressing like a slut, I do it more than anything for myself, to masturbate, and dressing quite provocatively, which is not the same as dressing like a slut, I only did it when I was in the mood for a good and tasty night.
I went to the cafeteria to try to calm down with something cold. Yes, despite It was quite cold that day, I was carrying a tremendous fever that already had me with my face red by those hours, besides my chest, which turns that color when I'm looking for a fight. I arrived and there was Miguel, the idiot of the class. I don't like giving labels to people, but many truly deserve it. Miguel is one. If they think I refer to the typical guy with acne on his face who stammers when a beautiful girl talks to him and serves as a joke for all the other students, they're wrong. I find those guys somewhat tender. Miguel was a 26-year-old type, with a body quite well-cared-for, and quite handsome of face. But his way of being was unbearable. Quite arrogant, the typical fool who thinks he's on top of the world, who gets up to everyone because he's the most papi. The typical man who thinks that just by having the body he has, he already earns the right to be with all the ones he wants in bed. I won't tell you not to make me angry, but his attitude is quite stupid. He approached me and embracing me from behind, placing his chin on my left shoulder, and said:
-Hello momma, see that you're looking for someone to kill your desires, to be dressed like this on a day like today...
-Careful with what you say Miguel, I'm not in the mood today.
-But my sky, look at yourself in the mirror, you put everyone with many desires for your body –At this point he began to rub his package against me, which through the fabric was noticeable erect –nothing more feel how you have me, let's go to a slaughterhouse, taking advantage of how close the street of hotels is.
-This is the second warning Miguel, be careful with your words, you're playing with fire, and I assure you that you'll burn if you continue with stupidity...
-Stop acting like a difficult queen, I know you want to try my chocolate –It was here when the drop exceeded the vase. Saying this, he touched both of my breasts,
Ah, in front of everyone. And there, in front of everyone, I slipped out of his embrace, turned quickly and gave him a tremendous slap.
-Who do you think you are, great stupid, abuser?! Sleeping with me won't happen not even in a million years, nor because you're the last man in this universe! Learn to treat a lady, rot! -I screamed, everyone stopped looking at us. I'm not one of those who likes to make scenes, but being frustrated by having strong sex urges and not being able to satisfy them, combined with Miguel's great mental stupidity, made me react like that. I turned around, walked away from the site, and while walking, I heard him call me a slut and I replied I am one, and I'm proud of it, which provoked many of those present to laugh at Miguel, who was left screwed.
I have to admit that the teasing of my breasts increased my excitement. I felt like my legs were trembling a little with every step I took, due to the tingling sensation I felt in my crotch. I was upset about what had happened, but my little girl and nipples were giving me signs of quite the opposite. I suppose besides the handling I was subjected to, the humiliating situation of having been in public also served as a good catalyst for my libido to surge to surprising levels.
I hastened my pace to leave the university. Continued walking towards Plaza Venezuela, then directing myself to Sabana Grande Boulevard. Strangely, there were few people, although it was understandable given the bad weather prevailing that day. And speaking of bad weather, it started raining at that moment. Still, I didn't stop and continued on my way. Many thoughts were passing through my mind, many of them sexual, and many others trying to distract me to calm my sex urges. So focused on my thoughts was I that I didn't notice I was being pursued by a man until about 10 minutes later, when the rain increased its Intensity, with the rain falling now, not very strong, but which had caused a few pedestrians who were on the boulevard at that moment to rush for shelter in one of the stores. Everyone except me, who was taking advantage of the strong rain to see if my fever would go down, achieving the opposite effect. I did it also to see if the man I mentioned earlier was following me or if it was just my imagination. But it wasn't like that. The man continued behind me. When I noticed this, I decided to take advantage of the fact that the rain had turned into a powerful torrential rain, which made it difficult to see, and run, turning at one of the many corners on the boulevard. With that rain and my high-heeled sandals, it was very hard to run, so halfway down the street, I was caught. The street was completely empty. I didn't have time to scream, the man hugged me roughly, like Miguel did in university, covered my mouth with one of his hands. I tried to bite him, but he was faster than me and took one of my breasts over my blouse, pinching it hard before I could bite him, paralyzing me from pain. So, he dragged me to a door of an old building. No more entering, there were stairs, where I was thrown, at the moment when, taking advantage of my defenseless and dazed position, he hit me hard in the face.
I take advantage of that moment when I'm rubbing my face to pass my hands over my chest, although not grabbing my breasts, but rather taking the blouse, and with a pull, open it, bursting all the buttons. I take off my jacket and blouse, and with the latter, I gag myself. I grab the long sleeves of the jacket and tie my hands with one of them, while putting the other in his pocket. I take hold of my hair and force me to climb the stairs. I didn't stop asking myself what was happening, what he would do. We went up about two floors, note that the building was abandoned. The doors were broken, there was a lot of dust in the place. I was totally alone. The only thing that remained in good condition was the main entrance door to the building, it seemed. In the second one, he directed me towards one of the apartments. The paint was worn out, the ceiling was falling apart. I threw myself onto an old, torn mattress, from which a dense cloud of dust came out as I fell onto it. The place smelled horrible, a mix of urine, cigarettes, shit, and alcohol.
I took off my bra, leaving my two nipples in the open air. I squeezed them for an instant, then took my face with both hands and brought his to mine. He was wearing a sweater with a hood. As I got closer to his face, I saw that he had a balaclava covering his face, his head was hidden in the hood of his jacket. There were only holes for his eyes and mouth, where a rather sadistic smile was drawn. He spat on my face.
Very well, sow, pay attention. The current situation is as follows: I saw you at Plaza Venezuela and I really liked you. You're rebuena. My cock won't stop wanting to see you again. - At that moment, he started putting his hand under the skirt, and pulling away a bit of the thread that was underneath it, touched my clitoris, which was quite moist.
And well, -I continued saying- it seems you're also hot, with a desire to get laid. Let's have a tasty time together...
I got scared quite a bit when I heard this. I took off my skirt and sandals. With one tug, the thread that I was wearing ripped open. He put one of his hands on my pussy, and inserted two fingers into that opening. It started as a soft massage, but as the seconds passed, it became stronger and more brutal. To my surprise, this excited me extremely, so much that in a short time, I reached orgasm, between bodily tremors and multiple convulsions... one of the strongest orgasms I've had in my life, without a doubt. Then came the surprise that the situation was heating me up even more.
I reproached myself a lot for this. Ok, I did. fantasized many times about being raped, but never imagined living it in reality, and even less that I would get excited to be in that situation in real life, which only wanted to end at that moment.
-You'll take off the gag, I don't want you to scream, or anything, understood trash? –PAF! He gave me a tremendous slap, as an advance of what would happen if I didn't do what he ordered...you'll see how we enjoy the most tasty things if you behave well...especially me jejeje -he said, taking off my gag. I was afraid of his words, so I resigned myself to not saying anything. He stood up and looked at me fixedly for a long time, during which I couldn't look him in the eye or think about anything. The only sound echoing in the place was the strong rain falling, accompanied by the strong wind and thunder.
After this moment of relative calm, he took me again by the hair and almost dragged me up two more floors. The place had few changes, it still had the same stench, the same destruction, etc. My body was a bit muddied, since I was wet and being in a place where dust and dirt were more abundant than anything, making my appearance quite dirty. Once we arrived at a new apartment on the fourth floor, he put me on my knees and made me clean, precisely, the mud from his shoes with my tongue. I obeyed the order, afraid of what could happen if I didn't. I started licking first the tip, then went along the toe, the edges, etc. While doing so, images came to my mind of porn movies and my fantasies, in which I saw myself doing something similar, being submissive to a man, totally defenseless, humiliated. This caused my clitoris to begin lubricating, and for me to feel more and more excited. I couldn't believe that in this situation, I was deep down wanting to be raped by this man.
With a movement of his
the pie I was licking, pushes my head, moving me to one side, leaving me on my knees, with my ass in pomp, and my head stuck to the floor. He crouched behind me, took my buttocks with his hands. He massaged them a bit, then put three fingers in my pussy. He started to finger me this time slowly and smoothly, while he was rubbing my clitoris with his thumb, which made me moan... little by little I was giving myself over to the excitement, living the moment, enjoying it. It was when I started feeling the caresses of his other hand on my anal hole. This made me jump, my ass had never been penetrated before, except in my hardest fantasies that have. But they were just fantasies...
-Uh, apparently no one has ever explored this cave... -my reaction betrays me. Little by little, he started to apply pressure with his finger on my anus. I was squeezing it as hard as I could. But he insisted, increasing the pressure little by little. The vaginal moisture began to increase along with the pressure of his finger, which indicated that deep down, he wanted to put it in, and not just that one, but all the ones he desired. The slut inside me wanted out. I wasn't letting her, thinking about the possible consequences. Suddenly, I started feeling pain in my anal hole and ended up running along my entire back like an electric shock. His finger managed to break through the resistance of my ass, which was now biting his finger in a way that could be described as hungry. Little by little, he started to pull out his finger, but didn't do it completely, only until a certain point, then slowly went back in until the knuckle. I felt quite painful, but at the same time, it was quite pleasant. Little by little, the met and saca increased, and little by little the pain decreased, my ass was getting used to its divine invader. Also, little by little, the slut inside me was gaining ground, and my rational mind was being turned off. I wanted the violation more and more until...
the point where words came out of my mouth: -¡¡¡Like that, like that, give it to me hard, give it to me tasty, give it to me however you want, but give it to me through the ass!!!. -¡Caramba! I've won the lottery –said my captor–. –I love that you're a slut in all your glory!, I like you this way, wild and quiet, I'll give it to you however I want, but first you have to do some things for me. -Whatever, whatever, take me, bend me, possess my holes, take me hard and without pity! -Tell me, pig, why should I take you? -¡¡Because you have me under your control, you have me where you want, how you want, please, screw me once for real!! -Jajaja, you're so hot that you ask for it...you're promiscuous... -Siii siiii, I'm a Promiscuous, a whore, always dreamed of being well dominated in sexual intercourse, always fantasize about strong things, even being raped, please, take me, fill my holes with your flesh. -That's for sure, slut, that will happen...Tell me, do you like it when they treat you like this, when they speak dirty to you? Does it excite you, really? -Uuuufff and how much, I'm fascinated... -And tell me, slut, why is that? -Because I'm a slut, slut... -Shout it out, pig, shout that you're... -¡¡¡I'M A SLUT, A PIG WITHOUT SCRUPLES, I EXIST TO SATISFY THE LOWEST INSTINCTS OF PEOPLE, TO BE SCREWED, HUMILIATED, TORTURED!!! ¡¡¡I'M NOT WORTH MORE THAN A DOG, I'M A WILD WHORE, I DESERVE TO BE TRODDEN!!! -¡Wow! You've left me impressed, slut...well, if that's what you like, then... Said this, I heard the zipper of his pants go down, and walking on my knees, he headed towards where I had my face stuck to the floor, took my hair with force, brought my face to his groin, and rubbed it in my face for a good while. I wasn't stopping from inhaling the smell of sweat and urine from his cock, which by this point, where my inner slut had control over my body, was becoming incredibly exquisite. My face was full of muck, so his groin also got stuck after rubbing it on my face for a while. He let go hair and I ordered myself to clean it up, which I did by bringing my mouth to his cock, already hard.
I started the blow job, first putting the head of his dick in my mouth with great care not to hurt it with my teeth. Slowly I swallowed more and more...it was quite long, about 19 cm. It was quite tasty feeling how slowly his huge sexual tool introduced itself into my mouth, rubbing against my tongue which I moved eagerly to give pleasure to my guy, until my nose sank into the hair that surrounded his cock, and touched his pubis. At this point I took hold of my hair with both hands and didn't let me back off, so I responded by sucking with considerable force. We remained in this position for a couple of minutes more or less. The tip of his cock reached as far as the tonsils, I think even further...
I started to feel queasy. At first I could bear it, but soon it became stronger. I was afraid of vomiting on his cock, I didn't know how he would react to something so disgusting like that. So I tried to back off. But he, laughing, held me back and put a lot of pressure on my head for my face to stick completely to his pubis until tears started coming out of my eyes. I opened my mouth to breathe, as my nose was really quite blocked, but still I thought about giving him pleasure so I pulled out my tongue to lick his balls, and while doing that I felt like my mouth was drooling a lot and I could feel saliva running down my tongue. The queasiness continued, but for my surprise it wasn't as strong as the first ones, I thought maybe I was already getting used to it.
A little later I separated myself. My eyes were watery. My captor took a marker and wrote something on my forehead, then he took a piece of mirror that had been left in a chair (or what was left of it) and made me look at myself in it. The appearance of my face was quite deplorable, on my forehead... The word that was written to me was slut. My makeup was quite smeared on my face due to tears and the splattered cock on my face. A perfect sea of saliva could be seen below my chin.
At that moment, I felt like the most disgusting pig in this world. This excited me. And already at this point, only one goal existed in my mind: giving pleasure to my captor. The submissive slut within me, which I had kept repressed for so long, had completely taken over my body. All I wanted was to enjoy myself. Behind me were the thoughts about the possible dangers of being violated. Hard to believe, but that's how I felt, that's what I wanted.
I threw the mirror aside, and it fell to the floor, breaking into pieces. I took my hair in his hands, forming two tails with considerable brutality, and I couldn't help but scream from surprise, given the surprisingly rapid movements. He took advantage of my open mouth after the scream to thrust his cock into my throat again, this time with a single stroke, knocking me down onto the floor, practically on top of him with his body, pinning me against the floor. I fell onto my back and swallowed his cock and pubic hair. He hit me hard on the head, but that didn't matter to me, my duty was to give him pleasure, and that's what he would get. My legs remained stretched out and open, feeling like the briny breeze of the stormy tempest caressed my humid and dirty body, passing through the most hidden areas of my genitals. Once he had me impaled in his mouth with his cock, he began a frantic in-and-out, as if he were coming off a cheap street slut's pussy. It was quite violent at times, my head would lift only a few centimeters from the floor, just to be hit against it again with each thrust.
-Mmmmggffddssiii, prsstrraaameeeeswfd ggrrahahaassiiiii- was all I could manage to say, trying to express like this, give it to me like this. His - His words were choking me. He stood up, getting down on his knees, with his legs spread around my neck. I saw him with lustful eyes, my mouth still open. I felt my heart beating strongly, and I felt tears running down my face, and saliva from such a wild oral sex that had just been done to me. I looked at him with a rather sadistic smile, exclaiming –Jajaja you're perfect...- PAF! He gave me another loud slap, took my head in one hand, and made me lift it up again to put half of his cock in my mouth once more. I couldn't do anything, had my arms tied at the back. And even if they were untied, I wouldn't have defended myself, I would have used my hands to give him pleasure. It was his slut, his toy, his possession at that moment, and that excited me.
While I was sucking half of his cock with my head held by one of his hands, the other started pinching my tits. Apparently, he knew I was already at his feet, surrendered, and knew nothing would harm him, something like for example, biting his cock. I was holding back the pain so as not to do it. Not because it could kill me if he bit it or something, but because I truly didn't want to hurt that wonderful cock that now adored and desired with my life. He pinched me several times, I couldn't scream much, with his cock still in my mouth. He started alternating strong pinches with slaps on my tits. Tears were still coming out of my eyes, produced by the pain, but I was far from crying, rather I enjoyed it extremely, and if not, ask my little one, who was totally melted by the treatment I was being subjected to. And speaking of my little one, after a while of punishing my tits, that area was next. He started pinching my depilated pubis, stretching my vaginal lips, but strongly, producing me considerable pain and much excitement. I also received loud slaps in that area for a good while, until the... The point at which I only felt a strong ardor in my vaginal flesh.
Once he had had enough of that position, he got up, spat in my face, and ordered me to stand up. I obeyed his order, although with difficulty, having my arms tied. But I managed it. I took myself and leaned over a badly worn table that was there, and already with my ass well presented, he thrust his enormous cock into me, all the way to the bottom. I tried to scream, but the pain I felt was so strong that I could only keep my mouth open, deprived of the pain. He seemed to hear me screaming, although not loudly. My anus was quite closed, and when he put his long cock in it without any lubrication, it must have been quite painful for both of us, although more for me than for him. We stayed like that for a few minutes, I frozen and congealed by the pain, with his enormous cock all the way inside me, motionless, but not for long, as I took my hips and he started to pull out his enormous cock slowly, only to put it back in slowly again. The rhythm increased until, after a while, he was already giving it to me like when he fucked my mouth on the floor. I gradually recovered from the pain, although it was still quite strong, but the excitement that followed was indescribable. –That's it, that's it, give it all to me, fuck my ass, you're mine, I belong to you –he was saying, with a fairly shrill voice, while he was telling me –ahhh, where are you going? You're a delicious slut, don't get it wrong with me, you're an authentic delight for those who like narrow passages….
After being deflowered by the ass for a while, I got down on my knees again, recumbent head against the floor. I clung to my clogged vagina. There was no pain, only a great and delicious pleasure. The delicious oscillation began while I screamed at him to give it to me harder, stronger, screaming that I was a slut in heat, that I only served for that, that I liked everything he was doing to me, and that he shouldn't stop. I told him I was very grateful for what he was doing to me. The most surprising thing, at least for me, was that everything I said, I said seriously, from the deepest part of my soul, heart and instincts.
His thrusts were delicious, something brusque, but delicious. In my life, I had never tried sex like this. I realized everything I missed by repressing myself. All the pleasure I prohibited, for absurd appearances to be kept. Honestly, I was a fool, but that was going to change. If I got out of all this alive, clearly.
But at that moment, that was the least of my concerns. I just wanted to enjoy and be enjoyed, obey.
As he made the rhythmic in-and-out motion with my pussy, I took advantage to give myself some hard, loud slaps, which made me desire more and more. And I asked for it with my mouth. I begged. At one point, he started playing with my anal hole. The position I was in made it easy for him to access that orifice, while he put his cock in my cunt. He put not one, but two fingers in my ass, opening the orifice a little, tracing the edge of my semi-open hole with the tip of his fingers, spitting on it, putting his fingers back in, taking them out and bringing them to my panting mouth, almost glued to the floor. A real wonder of sensations.
He stood up, stopping penetration, jerking off strongly with his right hand, while holding my hair with his left hand, lifting me a little, and making me kneel down. He put his cock in front of my face, and after letting out a strong groan between his gasps, he shot a large amount of cum on my face, which landed all over my hair, face, and a small part of my mouth, which opened up after the first two bursts. Then he took me by the hair and led me to a room adjacent to where we were, where he gave me another slap, spat in my face, and urinated from my breasts down. I couldn't feel more humiliated and disgusting, besides excited.
Then he took something from a bag that There was a piece of clothing in that room, and I threw it on the floor, specifically in the urine puddle that had formed around me. –I've had better ejaculations with cheaper whores than you, pig, but I can assure you something: we'll see each other soon –he said, and left the place, leaving me naked, dirty, disgusting, full of cum, saliva, and urine, on my knees with my arms tied to my back.
I stayed a bit disoriented, analyzing the situation. I was raped, I liked it, I was fascinated. But now I was in that spot, alone and tied up, so I started struggling a bit with the sleeve that had my arms pinned down. I couldn't get free, this guy had tied me up too tight, I started getting very nervous about the situation, and even more when I heard some footsteps. A man with a beggar's look peeked out from the hallway door. He was all dirty and disgusting. He stayed looking at me in the doorway. I terrified him, but at the same time it gave me a certain joy because there was the possibility that he would untie me, which is what I asked for immediately. As a response, I received his approach towards me. He pulled out his junk and started masturbating. A few minutes later, he came on my tits and pulled out a handkerchief from the back pockets of his pants and put it in my nose and mouth, applying pressure. I tried to resist, but I failed. A few minutes later, the disgusting smell emanating from the handkerchief made me half unconscious, drooling, lying on the floor.
During this period of semiconsciousness, I felt like they were moving my body, I didn't understand what was happening.
I woke up in the same room. Already with my hands free and dressed in the clothes that the rapist had left in the urine puddle, whose fabric had absorbed a bit of said liquid. It was a white top, or rather almost white, now it was quite yellowish, and transparently showed off my tits due to the humidity from the abundant ejaculation of the mysterious beggar. This top left my abdomen completely exposed, little more. and would fit into the category of support. Below, a short skirt like a pollerita type with a flight, purple, quite short. I wasn't wearing underwear. I had my sandals on. I got up dazed, who knows what kind of drug made me feel this way or smell like a beggar. I suppose he did it to get rid of me and not make me walk around. Well, I should thank him for something. I went down the stairs to the ground floor, where I took my purse, which had remnants of semen in it. I looked around to see what they had taken, and to my surprise, everything was the same, except for the cum that had been smeared inside.
Before leaving the building, I searched everywhere for my skirt, which was very short, and made me look like a streetwalker. I couldn't find my clothes anywhere. There was no other choice but to go out onto the street like this. It was still raining heavily, which made me get soaked all over again, and caused my top to transparently show off my breasts, clearly distinguishing my nipples. I couldn't see myself as a slut anymore. At least the bad smells from my body would disappear, that's what I thought.
Totally dazed, I took a taxi home. The driver saw me in the deplorable state I was in and said to me
- Miss, doesn't it bother you that people can see you like this on the street? That they call you that?
- Like what? -I replied
- Like that, as written on your forehead
I had completely forgotten the word slut written on my forehead. Now a little blurry but clearly distinguishable, I didn't say anything, just prepared to erase the letter with my hand, which wasn't very difficult.
I arrived at my house. There was no one else from my family, the house was empty. I went up to my room, into my bathroom, and opened the shower. I got under it, dressed as I was, and sat on the floor of the shower. I started thinking about everything I had felt, how I was humiliated. I couldn't help but feel excitement again. That had been the best sex of my life. I opened my legs and began to Masturbating frenetically under the sprinkler, remembering everything that had happened, thinking that it was all over. But I was wrong...
A week had passed since that day, when I decided not to report the rapist to the police, and I felt confused. One part of me wanted to report him, and another part told me not to, that instead I owed him a favor for having made me see what I really liked, which was being dominated. The next Friday, I went back to university. It was a beautiful sunny day. All I thought about was continuing with my life. After leaving the second class, I went to the cafeteria. I left my bag on a chair and went to order a coffee. I didn't take long to return when, sticking out of my bag, I saw a large yellow envelope with my name written on it. I took it out and opened it. My stomach turned over when I saw photos of my younger sister Sara and my Mother Silvia at places they frequent, even entering and leaving our house. Besides those photos, there were photos of me being raped in the building. Along with the photos was a DVD without any identification, and a note.
'Hello idiot, how are you? I imagine you're a bit scared to see these photos. Shhh, little girl, relax. I'll tell you something: the dust we made, despite having had better, I really like it. The truth is that I'm quite interested in keeping you in my hands, or rather, at my feet. You're a potential promiscuous, a slut who only knows how to receive orders and execute them perfectly, just as you behaved last Friday. Well, slut, I'll tell you that now you have to make an important decision, you've probably noticed that I've been following your mother and sister, where they work, where they usually spend their free time, and the best: WHERE THEY LIVE. On the DVD is a copy of the video of our screwing, where you look very animated while I'm fucking you at my pleasure, and on top of it, you're asking for more, and more...bitch, I want you to be my slut, my slut. You need to train yourself a bit, but it won't be... problem seeing the Promiscuous without scruples that in reality you are. If you go to the police or if you refuse to be what I order, everyone will see the video and your porn photos, plus your beautiful mother and sister will pay seriously for the consequences. I'm quite close to you right now. If you accept, I want you to get up, unbutton three buttons on your blouse, leaving the canal of your beautiful breasts visible, and take a turn. If you don't accept, simply throw this letter in the trash can under the table. Remember that if you accept, you will have saved your mother and sister, and you will continue to be a normal girl in everyone's eyes... otherwise...
ATTE. The Master
There it ended the letter. I got quite nervous. And surprisingly excited. Imagining myself at The Master's feet was quite tasty, making me wet easily. On the other hand, I thought again about all the consequences, some of which would be seeing many of my fantasies come true. Plus, I couldn't let my mother or sister go through this. I didn't want to ruin their lives like that, who knows what this man would do to them. After much meditation and looking around as if searching for it, I made the decision. I got up, unbuttoned three buttons on my blouse that I was wearing that day, leaving the canal of my breasts visible, and took a complete turn. More than one guy looked at me with a desire to jump on top of me. I hoped The Master had seen my response. A little later, my cell phone received an SMS from an unknown number that read You're my pet from now on, poor you if you disobey, pig.
I must admit that the message made me horny. My little one was bouncing quite a lot, and my excitement increased every time I imagined the things my new Master would order me to do. Not only did I do it for the well-being of my family, but also for my sexual well-being. I couldn't help but smile, meditating about the roll I had gotten myself into now... will continue...
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