[FF] I beat a slut until she cried, and only then did I cum

I met Jill online, in one of those Facebook nudes groups that were randomly popular in 2017. She was pretty typical: 5’0”, blonde, curvy, B-cup breasts. But two things caught my eyes:

1. She was into some pretty extreme kinks.
2. She looked more like she was 16 than 26.

Sure, the school girl miniskirts didn’t help, but even without them there was a youthful vibrance in her face. She looked like a kid. Oh, and she lived in my county.

I started sending pics shortly after she did, hoping I’d catch her eye. I did, and after she gave me a couple of flirtatious compliments I slid into her DMs. 100% to ask about her job at the local library and 0% to ask to meet up for sex of course. At first at least.

After a couple weeks of talking, we started to become friends. Mostly we bonded over shared mental illness and feeling misunderstood for our kinks, but we also talked about music and books and philosophy and all the typical stuff. Like I said, she was into extreme things: gore, being drugged unconscious, kidnapping, CNC, and more. She hadn’t had an orgasm in months because she could only get off to the most extreme things and nobody was willing to go far enough with her.

Then one day she messaged me to tell me that she was going to a punk rock concert near my place and her date dipped. I snapped up the opportunity to join her. She came and picked me up wearing a leather miniskirt, a colored bra, and a black leather jacket. Not to be outdone, I was in heeled leather boots, black skinny jeans, a band t-shirt, a black leather jacket, and matching gold bangles and necklace. I hopped in her car and complimented her outfit. When she reciprocated, I took the opportunity to inform her that the jewelry set was designed to be reassembled into handcuffs and that my earrings doubled as clamps. That got her attention, and her breath caught as I described how I used them.

The concert was pretty uneventful. We had a drink each, danced to some music, met people who pretended to want to be friends until they learned we didn’t have weed. The usual. At one point she went off to go to the bathroom, and a cute girl came over and asked if we were together. I demurred, and we flirted for a while until Jill came back and my new friend excused herself.

We moved off to find a quiet place for a break and to talk some, and she ended up telling me about her latest disappointments in Tindering. As I said, Jill has some pretty extreme kinks, and the latest girl ghosted her when Jill confided in her. One kink in particular that sent people running is her interest in pain. In the past year, every orgasm she has had was while someone was inflicting intense pain on her. Usually with fire or a heavy metal object. I reiterated my belief that she’ll find someone who isn’t scared. After all, I like similar things.

We moved back to where the music was and danced until our heads were ringing, and then plopped into her car to drive back to my place. When we arrived, I was supposed to get out and let her get home (she had work in the morning) but we ended up talking some more about her sexual disappointments and kinks.

Eventually, she said she better get home and I told her she needed to ask permission to go home. Slightly confused, she asked for permission to go home and I said “no” flatly. She looked surprised, but before she could do or say anything I reached over and grabbed her by the neck and squeezed. Immediately, her face changed color and her entire body language shifted into subspace. I told her that she wouldn’t be allowed to go home until she paid her debt. After all, she had cockblocked me with the goth chick earlier and so she owed me an orgasm or seven.

Not letting go of her neck, I opened her door and climbed over her and out it, dragging her after me. I half marched half dragged her up the stairs to my place, then down the stairs to my bedroom. I threw her on the floor, tossed my jewelry onto her, and told her to prepare myself while I grabbed my favorite sex toys.

When I came back she was stripped to her panties, chained to the radiator, had the clamps on her nipples, and had found my collar and put it on. I lubed up my ladycock, looked her in the eye, and asked her if she was ready to serve as her mistress’s sex doll. She emphatically shook her head “no” but said her go-word for when she wanted to be forced into something.

I didn’t need to be told twice, and rushed her. I balled up my fist and punched her in the jaw, causing a shriek of pain. “That was the wrong answer” I said coldly. “And you’re going to hurt for it.” I pride her jaw open and shoved my ladycock into it, going as deep as I could and holding it in for a second shorter than what I thought would make her throw up. I fucked her face for several minutes, and to her credit she only had to tap out once.

When I finished, I examined my cock. It was covered in her slobber, but most of the lube had been licked away. I dried it off in her hair, leaving it slightly tacky but barely lubricated. I pushed her onto her back, reached backwards for where I had placed a switchblade, and cut her panties apart. They were soaked unfortunately, which meant I had to wait to penetrate her if I wanted it to hurt. I decided I was too impatient though, and plunged into her anyways. While she was dripping wet and highly lubricated, I got my wish to cause her pain when my cock slammed into her cervix. She screamed, and a knock came at my door.

I lived with three random roommates I met online, and they were worried something was wrong. It was Chase, the one guy in the house. I told Jill that if she didn’t want to be lent out to him, she would do a better job of keeping her pain to herself. Jill gulped and nodded.

I fucked Jill in a half dozen positions. On top, on bottom, from behind, missionary, bent over the dresser, bent over the dresser, bent over backwards, on the washing machine. But no matter how vigorously I fucked her, I couldn’t get off. We switched off and I made her fuck me a bit, then I made her give me oral for about 30 minutes. While it felt great, I couldn’t cum for the life of me.

I growled “fuck you bitch. I’m going to hurt you so bad if I can’t cum.” And I just started wailing on her. Biting her shoulder until I drew blood, squeezing her neck until she looked like she was about to pass out, pummeling her so hard she would proudly show off a body covered in bruises tomorrow.

Frightened by my renewed and unconstrained assault on her body, Jill began to cry saying “no,” “please stop,” “you’re hurting me,” and and similar. Finally, she started crying. And suddenly I felt an orgasm welling within me and I screamed out in pleasure while Jill broke down in tears.

After a break and some aftercare, she thanked me for giving her her first (also second, third, and fourth) orgasms in forever. We went up stairs, grabbed a bottle of scotch, and started talking about life: her job, a paper I had written recently, a local bar, how her roommate (a guy she met online) is a bit of a creep and leers at her. That gave me an idea, and she agreed to act slutty around him but would only fuck him if he got my permission and paid me. She had previously raised the idea of selling her body for money being a big turn on but not feeling comfortable doing the exchange herself, so having me as her pimp made her quite excited.

Two weeks later he sent me fifty bucks on Venmo, which was enough to use my whore’s mouth and cum on her face. She recorded it and sent me the facial which I uploaded here on an anon account. We made plans for me to take her to the club dressed like a cheap whore and make guys buy us drinks and pay me for the honor of cumming on her face. Unfortunately she didn’t have any whore clothes, but her roommate volunteered to buy her clothes, and I agreed her could keep a pair of her used panties if he took her shopping and bought her prostitute clothes to wear to a local club. What a great guy :D

I wish I could tell you I had a dozen more stories about my whore and the degrading things I made her do, how I sold her to her boss, gangraped her in a club after she said she was to tired to give more blowjobs to men, and came from flogging her in public until she cried. Unfortunately I was going through a rough patch in life emotionally and a week later I ghosted her. It wasn’t on purpose and it wasn’t anything against her, but I up and disappeared. I reached out about a month later but fucked it up and she stopped talking to me. And that’s how I lost contact with the girl who gave me the most intense fuck of my life.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cpcicf/ff_i_beat_a_slut_until_she_cried_and_only_then