It had started as a simple online flirtation, to help her escape the pressures of college. To let loose, but safely, in the privacy of her dorm room as her roommate partied. Letting men tell her what to do, how to fuck herself with her vibrator, to make her be a dirty little whore for them. And it was exciting. At first, when they told her to slap or choke herself, she had just pretended to, of course. But one day, she tried it, and found the rush intoxicating. It felt good. And so, the spiral started.
Still, she was focused on school, only delving into the darkness online when her roommate was gone or out, behaving the rest of the time. She briefly thought about going to parties with her, letting loose in person, but the guys around her did nothing for her. It was the dark and depraved daddies, the mean older men that brought out something primal from within her. That took her embers of womanhood and turned them into a raging forest fire of need. And then, then she met Steve.
He was like most of the other mean men, but there was some way he wrote to her, some way of using words, that wormed their way into her mind, in her dreams, even in her classes. Where before she mostly played with rando’s, now she spoke with him, again and again. He taunted her in class, telling her to grind her thighs together. And she did. He told her to go to the women’s bathroom and masturbate like the whore she was. And she did. He had her slap her face and tits and pussy until they hurt and were red. And she did. And then, he asked for pictures.
At first it was just of her body, slim and sleek, but with a good chest. She did, parting her lips, spreading her cheeks, holding her breasts. That gave her an electric thrill, and then, of course, he wanted more. In public places, hiking her dress, or pulling out her chest, taking pics for him to prove that she was a good girl, to keep his attention. Sometimes he demanded more, and if she didn’t do it, he wouldn’t respond for days. She cried herself to sleep those nights, aching for his approval. And then, heading to the bathroom, taking the pictures he demanded, licking the toilet. And he started talking to her again.
Her face was no longer obscured in anything she sent him, he knew her name. But the demands kept increasing. A week went by before she finally broke and sucked a guy off at a party, recording it all for him. Telling the guy to spit on her. And yet, Steve was right. She was soaked the entire time, and when he told her to slap and pinch her clit, she did eagerly, happy to hear from him again. When he asked for her number, she didn’t even hesitate. She wanted to hear him, needed his validation, craved his acceptance and to hear that she was a good girl from him. It was all that mattered.
He would call and text her regularly, in class, demanding that she touch herself, sometimes her classmates by her noticing her actions to shock or smiles. More blowjobs, more frat parties, always recording herself. She cried as she recorded a guy pissing on her, dropping so low, her body shook. And yet, she came as he told her what a cunt she was, that he was the only person who could love such a piece of shit and she knew it in her bones that it was true. She came so hard, slapping her face again and again on video for him. She loved him and told him as much. And so, he was ready to meet her.
She waited for him eagerly at the store, dressed as he had requested of her. A purple two piece bikini, with a crop top and miniskirt over them, and some heels she could barely walk in them. She got glances and hit on several times waiting for him, as the appointed time came, then passed. She grew more and more anxious, waiting over an hour. A cop came by and even accused her of solicitation, which made her cry and only then did he believe her and leave her alone. After two hours, he pulled up, and she almost started crying again in joy. She asked him why he was late and he told her she was stupid, they were always supposed to meet then. She frowned, sure she had gotten the time right, but he was probably right. She was wrong about a lot of stuff lately. But he was here, maybe 10 years older than she had thought he was, but still attractive. He told her to drive and she did, getting in the car. He told her to drive to a park, as he looked through her purse. She frowned at that, but focused on driving.
When they got there, he had her pull over, and strip to her bikini, and to give the clothes to him. She did, noticing he had ransacked her purse, taking her money and credit card. He told her not to worry, he was going to buy her a new purse, then he had them drive deep into the park, pulling into an access road and stopping. He slapped her then, once, twice, and told her she was such a stupid cunt for getting the times confused. He told her to rub her cunt, that she didn’t have a pussy, just a whore cunt and to get herself off. She started rubbing herself as he pulled her breasts free, her fingers sliding into her wet pussy, no, her wet cunt, he was right, easily. He pulled out his camera, recording it all, calling her names. He covered her mouth, spitting on her, holding her face firm, leaning over her, telling her he was going to fucking destroy her. She was scared, but she couldn’t stop herself. She shuddered, cumming, trembling hard.
He laughed at that, calling her pathetic, then shoved her head down on his cock. He gagged her purposefully, slapping the back of her head again and again, making her retch. She forced herself up and puked a bit, so he backhanded her and shoved her head down, crying around his cock, which only made him harder. He pulsed, filling her throat, keeping her head down until she had swallowed it all and he’d gone soft. Then he got out of the car and switched seats, filming her, streaming it online. He slapped her a few more times and asked if she really wanted him to stop. She cried no, as he spread her legs, touching her soaked cunt.
He drove them to his hotel, bringing her in like that, looking like a whore. Multiple people saw her, as he took her phone and took pictures as well, uploading them to her Instagram. Then he texted the video to all her contacts, before telling her to clean herself up in the bathroom. While she was in there, he broke her phone, and when she came back out, he shoved her into in the wall hard. Her head hit, sliding down, dazed. He took her mouth again, fucking it between the wall and his groin, his belly smashed into her face, then threw her down. He jerked down the tiny bikini bottoms and spit on her ass, shoving into it. She screamed but he just slammed her head down, taking the fight out of her. She still cried, her nose bloody, as he wrecked her ass, fucking it as deep and hard as he could, taking her virginity there. He came deep in her, then wiped his cock in her hair. She was limp, shaking violently. He left a message on a forum and got his stuff and left, her lying there. The door was unlocked and sometime later another man came in. He fucked her cunt, slapping at her, then pissed on her and left.
Eventually, she crawled to the bathroom, cleaning herself up. She realized her cards were gone, her phone broke. She cried, then called a friend, then another one. Finally a third came to pick her up, saying that she was into some fucked up shit but they’d help her. She rode in silence, looking at the video he’d sent out. Her friend asked if she was ok, if he’d raped her. She wanted to tell her friend you couldn’t rape a cunt, but she just shook her head no instead. At college, people whispered, called her names as she went back to her room. She cried, masturbating, even fingering her ass despite the pain it caused. She was ruined. No. She was always ruined, she just learned the truth today.
A month later, after dropping out, in her new apartment, she did a line, running her tongue over her teeth. She put on the plastic smile, checking her makeup before she headed out to go clubbing. The dress was tight, cheap, but she was ready to party. Her phone buzzed once and she glanced at it, her heart skipping a beat. It was Steve. He hadn’t responded to any of her texts, had maxed out her credit cards. The club gone from her mind, she texted him back, still craving his validation that would never come.
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