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Becoming Her True Self
by Kellyn Kerrigan (kellynkerrigan@gmail.com)

***

She had been a submissive before, but now she was 
prepared to suffer for a cruel sadistic Master who took 
her pain as his pleasure. (MF d/s, reluc, v, bd, anal, 
ws)

***

Author's Note: This is based on a true story but the 
names have been changed to protect the innocent and the 
guilty :)

***

He called her on the phone when he was on the way to 
her hotel room.

"Are you ready for me, slut?" he asked, his voice 
steely and cold.

Mira took a deep breath. She sat, completely naked, on 
the old and faded hotel comforter, waiting to meet her 
Master for the first time. 

"...Yes... Sir, I think... I think I'm ready."

There was silence on the other end, silence that seemed 
to last for more than a minute, endless silence for 
Mira. "If you're not sure, slut, I'll turn around and 
go home."

"No! No, I'm sure. I really want to see you, Sir. I'm 
sorry for being hesitant."

"Remember that this is what you wanted, slut. You came 
down here for me to use, for me to take and do anything 
with that I wish. You're the one who said that you were 
giving yourself to me completely, do you remember that, 
cunt?"

She trembled. "I remember, Sir." She did remember. She 
remembered so much about the months that she had spent 
on the phone with this man. She had listened as he had 
described in graphic detail how he would use her and 
torture her. Somehow, she had fallen in love with this 
cruel man whom she had never met.

"And you know what, slut? Even with you coming down and 
giving yourself to me, do you want to know the truth?" 
She was silent. "You want this a hell of a lot more 
than I do. I could live without ever meeting you, 
whore. Could you say the same?"

She stifled a sob and tried to hide the knot in her 
throat. "No, Sir." Don't cry, don't cry.

"Say it, slut. Tell me what you are." 

The words were second nature to her. He had made her 
repeat them for months. "I'm a worthless cunt. I'm a 
stupid piece of shit. All I am is a hole for you to 
use, Sir." 

"I hope you believe that. I hope you know that's true 
with all your heart."

She believed it. Over the past few months, he had 
convinced her that she was put on earth to serve his 
needs. The only thing that mattered to her in the whole 
world was to be there, in a dingy Motel 6, waiting for 
him to arrive and put her in her place.

"Are you ready to drink my piss, slut? How do you think 
you're going to feel when you guzzle down my urine?"

"I... I don't know, Sir." She had served one Master 
before meeting this one. He had been gentle with her, 
spanking her occasionally but mostly treating her like 
a prized pet. Mira had grown bored with him, craving 
something more.

"You'll enjoy it, slut, and you'll thank me. You'll 
thank me for the privilege of drinking my piss, won't 
you?"

She shivered, partly with fear and partly with desire. 
She could feel herself growing wet with desire for him. 
Desire to be used. "I will thank you, Sir."

"The harder I use you, the more I hurt you, and the 
worse I treat you will only make you love me more. 
Isn't that right, slut?"

Again, she held back tears. "Yes, Sir."
 
"And you know, that no matter what you do, no matter 
what happens, I will never, ever love you. How can you 
love something so worthless as you?"

Tears started falling silently down her face. "I know, 
Sir."

He chuckled. "Good, I'm glad we understand each other, 
whore. I'll be there in soon. I want you to open the 
door wide and sit on the edge of the bed with your legs 
spread wide. I want you to blindfold yourself with the 
scarf I had you bring. I want you to sit like that and 
wait for me, slut."

Mira was mortified. "But... what if..." 

He interrupted her. "Did I ask you what you thought of 
it, bitch? Did I ask you if you had anything to say?" 
His voice was calm and flat.

"No...no Sir." 

"I didn't think I did. Sit like that and wait for me." 
He hung up

Mira stood up, shaking. How could she do this? Her 
motel room was on the main floor and it opened to the 
outside. What if a maintenance person came by while she 
was waiting? Worst yet, what if a family came by? What 
if a child saw her sitting naked, completely 
vulnerable, on the bed? Her heart raced with fear. What 
if a fellow motel guest saw her and decided to take 
advantage of her? Would Sir save her? Or would he come 
in and enjoy the show? She wasn't sure.

There was one thing which she was very sure of, 
however. If she didn't listen to him, if she didn't do 
exactly what he wanted, he would leave and never come 
back. He had told her that many, many times when she 
protested any of the activities he told her he would 
enjoy with her during her visit. "That's fine," he had 
said. "You don't have to let me fist you. I'll just 
leave." The thought of him leaving, walking out of the 
motel room and out of her life, was too much for Mira 
to bear. She was completely trapped, trapped by this 
mysterious man and trapped by her own feelings. She had 
to obey him.

She pulled the short satin nightgown she was wearing 
over her head, folded it carefully and put it in a 
drawer. Completely naked, she studied herself in the 
mirror above the dingy dresser. She was tall and 
athletic with wavy brown hair and engaging brown eyes. 
Men found her attractive and she was asked out often, 
but she was looking for something more than boring old 
dinner and a movie dates. She craved to be used, to be 
humiliated, and to be completely out of control. She 
had from the time she was a very young child. 

Going to sleep at night, she had conjured up scenes she 
had read in books about ancient slaves being punished 
and whipped. She'd imagined herself in that position 
and it seemed to almost bring her peace. Mira would 
think of how it would feel to be jerked roughly by the 
hair to the whipping post by a stern man, how she would 
be forced to raise her arms, how the rope would feel as 
it was tied, tightly, around her wrists. She would 
imagine standing there, naked and exposed, as she 
waited for the whip. It was only then she could fall 
asleep.

She had thought there was something wrong with her, 
that she was the only person in the world with thoughts 
like this. Then, she had discovered the internet at the 
age of sixteen, typed in some search words and 
discovered that there was a whole community of people 
with the same fantasies that she had enjoyed. 

She had eventually met men off the internet, men who 
promised discipline, men who all ultimately 
disappointed her with the difference between their 
online personas and real-life attitudes. Now, at 
twenty-three years old, she hoped she had found him, 
the dominant man she had been dreaming about since 
before she knew what it was exactly she was even 
dreaming about.

Trembling, Mira walked over to the motel room door and 
unlatched the chain lock. Then, she carefully opened it 
just a few inches. She tried not to think about who 
might see her. It didn't matter anyhow, she told 
herself. After taking one last look at herself in the 
mirror, she sat down, naked, on the bed. She slipped 
the sleep mask over her eyes, grasped her hands behind 
her, and spread her legs wide. Then, she waited, 
completely exposed, for her Master to arrive.

She was sensitive to every sound she heard. Was that 
just the breeze or is someone standing in the doorway? 
Had anyone seen her? Sweating slightly, every brain 
cell Mira had told her to close her legs, close the 
door and put on a robe, but she ignored her better 
judgment and sat still. "I'm doing this for him, I'm 
doing this for him," she repeated to herself, taking 
deep breaths. She waited and hoped and prayed that no 
one would stumble upon her in this position.

Suddenly, the silence of the room was broken. Mira 
heard the door open wide and sensed that sunlight was 
flooding the room. The door slammed shut. She heard 
footsteps and the sound of the drapes being pulled 
shut. She began shaking slightly. Was this him? Was 
this her Master?

A familiar voice broke the silence. "I'm happy to see 
that you can at least obey orders, you worthless piece 
of shit." It was him. Mira felt a rush of conflicting 
emotions. On the one hand, she was ecstatically happy 
to be in the same room with him and on the other she 
was absolutely terrified about what he might do to her. 
She shivered and didn't answer.

She heard his footsteps making his way over to where 
she sat on the bed. He grabbed her hair roughly and 
pulled her to her feet. She gasped. Still holding her 
by the hair, he held her head still as he slapped her 
face roughly, first one cheek and then the other, front 
hand and backhand. 

"Are you ready for me to use you, slut?" He slapped her 
again.

"Yes... yes Sir." Mira was breathless. He reached down 
and slapped her legs apart. She felt his cold and rough 
fingers fumbling between her legs and then one enter 
her. She moaned.

"You're so wet already, you whore. Were you excited 
while you were waiting for me? Did anybody see you?"

"No, Sir. At least I don't think they did." She tried 
to keep her bearing as he roughly finger fucked her 
cunt.

"Hmm. Imagine if they did. Imagine what they thought of 
you, sitting here naked and waiting for a man you've 
never even met. What do you think they thought of you, 
slut? What do you think your parents would think if 
they could see you right now?"

Mira groaned and pressed herself down into his fingers. 
"They... they would think I was a whore, Sir. A 
worth... worthless whore."

He pulled his hand down and slapped her again. "And 
would they be right, cunt? Is that what you are? Tell 
me what you are and tell me why you are here." 

In between receiving hard slaps on her face, Mira 
answered, "They're right, Sir. I'm a worthless cunt and 
a stupid piece of shit. And I'm here for you to use me 
and hurt me, Sir."

"Good slut." He reached down and grabbed her nipples. 
He held them both between his thumb and forefinger and 
squeezed as hard as he could. Mira gasped and felt her 
knees go weak. He released the nipples and slapped her 
breasts with both hands as hard as he could. 

"I like your tits, cunt," he told her as he slapped 
them again, watching deep purple bruises form in the 
shape of his hands.

Mira started crying softly behind the mask. "Thank you, 
Sir," she said, trying hard to hide the fact that she 
was breaking down. 

He grabbed her by the hair again and dragged her to the 
other side of the bed. He pushed her to the floor. She 
tried to catch her breath as she heard him unzip his 
pants and slide them off. He sat down on the bed and 
pulled her towards him by the hair.

"Keep your hands behind your back and suck my cock, 
slut. Show me how much you love me by how well you suck 
my dick." 

Mira groaned inwardly. She had asked him, no, she Mira 
groaned inwardly. She had asked him, no, she had begged 
him, not to make her do this. She absolutely hated 
doing it. The few times she had tried it had triggered 
in her a horrible reaction. Just two minutes of 
attempting it had seemingly caused her to regress to a 
childlike state. She had cried and been unable to make 
eye contact with her partner and had eventually had to 
lock herself in the bathroom to regain her composure. 
The reaction had scared her terribly and she had vowed 
never to experience it again.

When she had told Sir about this reaction, he had been 
very curious, asking her for every detail about the 
attempt and pressing her for exactly how each step made 
her feel. After she had finished, he matter-of-factly 
said, "I bet your daddy was fucking your mouth when you 
were a little kid, slut."

She had fought the urge to hang up on him. "No he 
didn't, Sir. It's just not an activity I really enjoy, 
and I would like to keep it as one of my limits." 

He had laughed a little and quickly changed the 
subject. Now, she couldn't believe that he would make 
her do this. She had known he was cruel, but had no 
idea that he would force her to do something that he 
knew caused her a ton of emotional distress.


She still had the blindfold on as she knelt at his 
feet. She was hesitating. What she wanted to do was to 
tell him off, to protest, to stand up and walk away. 

"Did you hear me? Get to work." His voice, again cold 
and emotionless. 

Mira was crying hard now. She hoped he didn't notice. 
"I...I thought we said this was..."

He interrupted her. "Either start sucking my cock or 
get out of my way so I can leave. Those are the two 
choices you have, and neither one requires you to open 
up your big fucking whore mouth."

She believed him. Quickly, trying hard to keep her 
composure, she lowered her face to his body and 
struggled to get his flaccid cock in her mouth without 
using her hands. She lolled her head around, trying to 
suck the head into her mouth. He pulled her head back 
and slapped her hard again.

"No teeth whore. If you use those teeth on me, I'll 
knock them out, and then I'll leave."

He forced her head back into his crotch. Again, she 
struggled to capture the dangling penis in her mouth. 
This time she was more successful. She began running 
her tongue around the head of his cock as he jammed her 
head closer to his balls. She could smell the musky, 
sweaty scent of him. Flicking her tongue against the 
tip of his cock, she slowly began to move her head up 
and down on the shaft. 

Tears soaked into the sleeping mask and Mira tried to 
block out the horrible wave of feelings and emotions 
that she felt coming on. Every once in a while, she 
would slip and let his cock slip out of her mouth. When 
that happened, Sir would pull her head back and slap 
her hard across the face. Her ears began to ring from 
the blows. 

He moaned loudly. "You know, for someone who claims to 
hate this, you're a really good cock sucker, cunt." He 
grabbed both sides of her head with both hands. "Hold 
still. I'm going to fuck your mouth." As an 
afterthought, he slapped her face again. "And watch 
your fucking teeth."

Mira began choking almost immediately, but that didn't 
even make him pause. He began to shove his cock down 
her throat. She tried to pull away but he was holding 
her head firmly against his cock. He began moving in 
and out of her mouth, gently at first and then with a 
faster and harder rhythm. She struggled to breathe in 
rhythm with his thrusts. 

Suddenly, he pulled out of her mouth and stood up. He 
pulled her up by her hair. "Lie down on the bed and 
spread your legs. I'm going to whip you now."

Still blindfolded, she stumbled over to the bed and lay 
down on her stomach. "No, cunt, face up," he told her. 
She groaned, but turned over. She could hear him 
fumbling around in the room as she lay there, waiting 
to be whipped. "Didn't I tell you to spread your legs? 
Open them as wide as you can, and keep them open if you 
know what's good for you." Reluctantly, she drew her 
legs apart, exposing the most sensitive part of her to 
the cruel man in front of her.

He reached over and plunged a finger into her pussy. He 
fucked her with his finger for a few seconds, leaving 
her moaning and thrusting her pussy up in the air, 
trying to meet his thrusts. "Are you ready, cunt? Are 
you ready to suffer for me?"

She almost orgasmed right there. "Ohhhh... yes, Sir, 
I'm ready. I want to suffer for you, Sir. I want to 
prove to you that I would do anything for you." She 
moaned again and pumped her sex against his fingers. 

"You'll have plenty of chances to prove that this 
weekend, slut," he said menacingly as he pulled his 
fingers away from her. 

The first lash of his belt hit her directly across both 
breasts. She tried to stifle a scream but one escaped 
despite her best efforts. Her old Master would always 
start a whipping with a bit of a warm-up: tiny little 
swats that helped her get used to what was to come.

He never whipped her hard anyway, never hard enough to 
leave marks. This strike, however, was no display of 
playful foreplay. It had nearly knocked the wind out of 
Mira. Her nipples throbbed and stung and she found 
herself crying hard.

"You stupid cow," he said as she again heard him 
rummaging around the room. She thought he'd come back 
with some sort of first aid kit to mend her breasts, 
which she couldn't see but was convinced that they were 
covered in cuts and bruises from the way that they 
felt.

Instead, she felt him push some sort of rag into her 
mouth. She groaned through the gag. "I can't have you 
making so much noise, you fucking whore. You told me 
you wanted this and this is what you're getting, so you 
might as well get used to it." He followed up this 
statement with another resounding smack with the belt 
across her sore tits.

Over and over again, the belt came crashing down onto 
Mira's breasts. She tried to concentrate on breathing 
as the pain washed over her in waves. Her tits felt 
like they were on fire. With every strike, Mira didn't 
think she could take anymore, only to be proven wrong 
by the next one that came raining down on her.

*WHACK*

"You stupid piece of shit."

*WHACK*

"Here you are, naked on a motel bed, naked in front of 
a man you met ten minutes ago."

*WHACK*

"Letting a man whip you on your bare fucking tits."

*WHACK*

"You're a worthless disgusting cunt, letting me do this 
to you, pig."

*WHACK*

"I'm going to make you pay for being so fucking stupid, 
so fucking trashy."

*WHACK*

"What do you mean, stop? Are you telling me what to do, 
cunt? Do you think I care what a stupid piece of shit 
like you says?"

*WHACK*

Mira tried desperately to hold still. She didn't want 
to disappoint him, but this was worse than she had 
imagined it would be. She began thrashing around, 
trying to get away from the belt and the pain. He 
reached down and smacked her as hard as he could across 
her face.

"I told you to hold still. We're just warming up here, 
cunt. My suggestion would be for you to relax or this 
isn't going to be a pleasant weekend for you."

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't be still. 
Her legs were moving under a power that didn't feel 
like her own, kicking in desperation from pain and 
fear. She kept trying to sit up, to twist away from his 
blows. He slapped her again.

"Either you stop moving and spread your fucking legs 
like I told you to do or I am going to stand up, walk 
out of here and never have any contact with you again, 
cunt." He pulled the rag out of her mouth. She breathed 
heavily, moaning a little as she tried to catch her 
breath. "Do you want me to go?"

She considered this. One word from her and all this 
pain would stop. All she had to do was to say, "Yes, 
leave!" and it would all be over. She had no idea what 
else he had in store for her and had even less of a 
clue about how she would be able to endure it. She only 
hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "No, Sir, 
please don't go." For better or for worse, Mira was too 
attached to walk away from him now. She was in this for 
the long haul.

"Good slut." He stuffed the rag back into her mouth. 
She tried to concentrate on her breathing to calm 
herself down. She heard him pick up the belt again, 
heard him bend it in his hands. "I think you've had 
enough of the belt, whore." She practically smiled in 
relief. "Yes, you've had enough of the belt. I think 
it's time for you to have a little taste of the buckle 
instead."

The buckle? She didn't have time to consider the 
ramifications of that word before she heard the belt 
again whizzing through the air. Then, the hurt she had 
felt in her breasts that she had thought was the apex 
of all pain doubled as the belt buckle crashed into her 
body.

Five more times she heard the belt cut through the 
stale air of the motel room and whack her hard on her 
breasts and stomach. She cursed herself for letting him 
stay, cursed herself for being this way, cursed herself 
for ever instant messaging this man in the first place. 
She was convinced that with every strike, her mutilated 
breasts must be spattering blood all over the room. 
When she took the blindfold off, she thought the room 
would look like a crime scene. Her breasts ached and 
her nipples stung, but somehow, using strength she 
didn't know that she possessed, Mira managed to hold 
still through the assault with the belt buckle.

Then she heard the belt fall to the ground and felt his 
fingers in her cunt again, pressing urgently into her, 
probing and prying. She knew she was soaking wet. She 
could feel her juices in a puddle under her on the old 
disgusting motel comforter. He began pumping in and out 
of her with three fingers. Mira made a sound like a 
desperate animal as she orgasmed powerfully against his 
fingers, frantically humping his hand like the 
worthless dog that she had become.

He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and she heard him 
stroking his cock, hard and fast. She lay on the bed, 
trying to catch her breath. "You liked that, you 
disgusting tramp, didn't you?" he asked as his fist 
traveled up and down his cock. He pulled the gag out of 
her mouth so she could answer.

"Yes...yes Sir. I liked it, Sir." Her breasts ached but 
she couldn't deny her body's reaction to the torture 
she had endured. 

She heard his breathing grow fast and with it the pace 
of his cock stroking increased. A few minutes later, 
while she still lay on the bed, trying to recover her 
breath, she felt his hot cum splash into her 
blindfolded face. He groaned loudly as he shot his load 
all over her. She lay still and took what he gave her. 
She was delighted from the very core of her being that 
she had made him climax.

He collapsed on the bed next to her for a few minutes 
to catch his breath. He didn't say a word to her. Then, 
she heard him get up and turn on the water in the sink 
next to the bathroom. She guessed he was cleaning up. A 
few seconds later, she felt a prickly sensation running 
against her face. He was using her toothbrush to clean 
up his cum from her cheeks and forehead and lips. She 
knew better than to protest. He stuck the toothbrush in 
her mouth. "There you go, cum sucker. Enjoy that." 

She kept the toothbrush in her mouth as she listened to 
him put on his clothes and buckle the belt around his 
waist. "I'll call you later tonight, cunt, and I'll see 
you early tomorrow morning." She heard the door open 
again and he was gone.

Still blindfolded, she had no idea what he looked like.


CHAPTER TWO

Alone again in the motel room, a thousand miles away 
from her home, Mira cried while standing under the hot 
water of the shower. She carefully scrubbed the dried 
cum from her face and gingerly cleaned her bruised and 
battered tits. As she cried, she realized that the 
tears weren't from the pain of the beating she had 
endured or even the rough treatment that he had given 
her. Rather, she cried because he had left and she was 
alone. 

She wondered when he would return, not worrying about 
the tortures that might await her when that happened, 
but just desperate to hear his voice and smell his 
scent in the air once more. She washed her swollen 
eyes, slipped into a nightgown and cried herself to 
sleep on the stained and disgusting motel room bed.

A few hours later, Sir returned unannounced, letting 
himself in with the key Mira had given him. He watched 
her as she slept, curled up in the fetal position. 
Coldly, he walked over, lifted the edge of the blanket 
from her face and slapped her hard in the face while 
grabbing her by the hair.

"Did I give you permission to take a shower, you filthy 
cunt?" he growled.

She slowly opened her eyes, forgetting for a moment 
where she was, and for the first time in her life, she 
looked up to see her Master's face. Despite the angry 
look in his eyes and the pain she felt from his hand in 
her hair, she smiled widely at him. "Hi, Sir," she said 
and then she sighed contentedly.

This wasn't the reaction he was expecting. He pulled 
her up, her body struggling to keep up as he dragged 
her to the floor by her hair. He forced her to kneel 
with her head on the ground and her ass in the air. 
"Don't you ever look at me without my permission, you 
worthless fucking whore!" He unbuckled his belt and 
slid it through the loops of his pants, folded it over 
and began whipping her exposed back without mercy. 

It was still surreal to her. She had been asleep just 
seconds ago and now was enduring her second beating of 
the day at his hands. She told herself to focus and 
tried with all her might to hold the position and not 
scream out as the belt flew into her skin. As he hit 
her, he told her over and over again, that she was a 
whore and a cunt and a worthless piece of shit who 
needed to learn her place. She concentrated on 
breathing and told herself that this is how she 
deserved to be treated, like an object who exists only 
for the pleasure of her Master.

Soon he grew tired of hitting her and stood behind her, 
kicking her legs apart. Her head was still pressed 
against the ground and he began kicking her in the ass, 
making her grunt from the pain. Then he stood in front 
of her and pulled her head up by her hair, forcing his 
boots in her face. She kissed them reverently and then 
began licking the sides and then the sole of his shoes, 
lovingly, as if it were her great honor to do so. 

"You're nothing to me, do you know that, pig?" he asked 
her as she licked the bottom of his boot. She nodded 
and he kicked her lightly in the face. "Never nod at 
me, cunt. You're not my equal in any way. You answer 
'yes, Sir,' or 'no, Sir,' do you understand me?" 

"Yes, Sir," she said, keeping her eyes on the ground. 
Her back ached and in the back of her mind she was 
sickened imagining what could be on the bottom of his 
shoes. She reminded herself that no matter what 
disgusting substance was stuck in the groves of his 
boots, she mattered less than even that. Dog shit, 
dirt, grass and sand, all were better than her. She was 
truly nothing, truly worthless, truly broken on the 
floor at his feet, where she knew that she belonged.

He pulled her to her feet and slapped her in the face 
again. This time, she never raised her eyes to his 
face. He pushed her down to the bed and lifted the edge 
of her nightgown. 

"I'm going to fuck your ass now, cunt. Do you want to 
have the honor of having my magnificent cock in your 
disgusting filthy ass?" 

She was terrified. Never in her life had she been taken 
back there. Even the idea of it disgusted her. Yet she 
knew that this is what she needed. She needed to bow to 
his will, no matter how gross or unnatural it felt to 
her. "Yes, Sir, I would do anything for you to fuck my 
ass, Sir."

He was surprised by how fast she was catching on. He 
reached down between her legs and felt the wetness of 
her cunt. Slapping her bruised ass cheek, he pulled off 
his pants and underwear and put his fist around his 
hard cock, pumping it and getting ready to hurt her 
with it.

She closed her eyes as tightly as she could and bit her 
lip, preparing herself for what was to come. He rubbed 
the head of his cock against her wet cunt lips, teasing 
her with it. "I don't know if you deserve my cock, pig. 
I don't know why I would desecrate my dick by putting 
it into your sloppy disgusting asshole. Tell me why you 
deserve my cock, cunt."

She moaned as he moved the head of his cock from her 
clit to her asshole and back again. "I, uhhh, Sir, I 
don't deserve it, Sir, but I would do anything for you. 
I am a worthless, disgusting piece of meat and I exist 
only to suffer for your pleasure, Sir. My whole life 
has lead up to this moment, Sir." 

She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of 
her mouth. It was like she was on auto-pilot and some 
strange part of her that had never existed until Sir 
had created her had taken control of her body.

"That's right, cunt, you don't deserve this. Do you 
know what you do deserve? You deserve to drink my piss 
and maybe on one special, special day, you might one 
day deserve to eat my shit, what do you think about 
that?"

Again, no hesitation from Mira. "Yes, Sir, I deserve to 
have my mouth filled with your piss and your shit and 
I'd thank you for both, Sir. It would be an honor to 
drink your piss and eat your shit." 

At that, he started pressing the head of his cock into 
her ass. Lubed only by the juices from her cunt and his 
pre-cum, it was so tight that it actually hurt him to 
try to force it in. Mira's head exploded with pain. She 
had heard the expression "blinding pain" before and now 
she knew what it meant. 

Her vision became nothing but a bright white light as 
her brain tried frantically to detach itself from the 
torture that was happening to her asshole. She moaned 
and buried her face into the dirty bedspread. She was 
determined to endure whatever he needed her to take in 
order for him to mark her as his own.

He grunted as he pressed himself into her ass. Every 
millimeter felt like a victory as he rammed himself 
into his willing little slave girl. Her muscles 
strained against his cock and her back arched from the 
pain. When the head of his cock was finally inside her, 
he reached up, grabbed her by the hips and slammed 
himself inside of her.

She screamed into the bedspread. The pain was surreal 
in its intensity. She couldn't imagine that childbirth 
could be worse than that. Her whole asshole felt like 
it was being ripped apart and coated with acid. It 
burned and it ached and she briefly wondered if he had 
torn her apart back there. A patina of sweat appeared 
on her back and tears now fell freely from her eyes. 
Still, she didn't tell him to stop or try in any way to 
get away from this brutal assault.

He was all the way inside of her then, his balls 
brushing against her shaved pussy. He reached down and 
picked up his belt, still warm from beating her 
earlier, and wrapped it around her neck. She gurgled as 
it cut into her windpipe. He took the ends of the belt 
and pulled it tight against her throat and began 
fucking her, pulling his cock nearly out of her ass and 
then slamming it back in. 

The sounds coming out of her mouth were inhuman. Her 
whole world had been reduced to this moment. Her mind 
couldn't concentrate on anything except forcing herself 
not to protest this invasion. The tears were flowing 
hard now as she repeated over and over to herself, 
"This is what you deserve. You're here to please him 
and this is the use he needs from you." He slammed her 
into the bed, literally fucking the wind out of her 
lungs, and choked her with the belt. He cared nothing 
for her pain or her pleasure, just using her as a piece 
of meat and a sheathe for his cock.

"Take it, you piece of shit," he growled at her, still 
pistoning in and out of her as brutally as he could. 
"Open yourself up for me and take my cock up your 
filthy, disgusting ass." She moaned and tried to push 
back onto his cock, trying so hard to please him 
despite the agonizing pain rippling through her anus. 

She was nothing, an empty vessel who existed only for 
the pleasure of this violent, sadistic man. Her earlier 
life as a daughter and a sister and a friend meant 
nothing to her at this moment. She belonged to him, her 
heart, her body and her soul, and anything he wanted to 
do to her was a gift from him in her mind. She tried to 
stop herself from screaming or from passing out, 
concentrating on breathing and pushing back onto his 
cock, trying hard to ignore the pain and the light-
headedness caused by the belt against her throat.

Finally, he was coming close to his release. Growling, 
he sped up the pace of his assault. She started to moan 
and then to wail softly, gurgling when he'd pull the 
belt tighter against her windpipe. "Do you want my cum 
up your ass, cunt?" 

Her voice was barely a throaty whisper. It was wracked 
with pain and stifled by the choking belt. "Yes, Sir, 
please. I'd do anything to have your cum up my 
disgusting ass."

That was all he needed to hear. Groaning, he came 
inside of her, pulling the belt tight and cutting off 
her air supply completely. She felt the world go black 
and she passed out, her last thought a feeling of pride 
that he had indeed taken her ass virginity and had cum 
inside of her bowels. 

A few minutes later, she was awakened with a splash of 
water across her face. "Get up, bitch," he ordered. 
Wincing, she struggled to her feet. He pulled her down 
by the hair and forced her to kneel at his feel. He 
pushed his cock against her lips. "Clean your filthy 
ass off of my cock, pig," he told her. 

She didn't hesitate, taking him in her mouth reverently 
and licking off every speck.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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