The Making of a Whore

Submissive whoreI remember walking down the dark road that night I ran away from home. It was a cold night and all I had on was my bra and panties as I walked down the dark road.my mothers new boyfriend was grabbing at me.

My mothers new boyfriend was grabbing at me and tearing my clothes off. They were both doped up and she was laughing, telling me I shouldn’t be so stingy with my body, that I should lay back and let him rape me, that I might like it! I ran out  as fast as I could.

That is when he picked me up, the man that would become my master.

He took me to his house, fed me and let me shower, But when I got out of the shower there were no clothes to put on, just chains!

He grabbed my young pussy with his dirty hands and shoved me to the ground. He was so powerful, I couldn’t fight back! within seconds, there were chains on my wrists and ankles and he was dragging my to the cellar!

He locked the chains to some eyebolts that were cemented into the concrete floor and I was sure this was the end! I watched as he undid his belt and dropped his pants. The second I opened my mouth to plead for my life, he rammed his sweaty cock down my throat!

I choked and gagged as he pulled my hair and raped my mouth!

Tears ran down my face as he punished the back of my throat, fucking it so hard! My hair was being yanked out in clumps as he continued to force his meat further and further down my esophagus, stopping only after he unleashed chunky dick spit that resembled sour milk!

I vomited all over the floor as he punched me, telling me to lick it up because that’s the only food I am getting until I learn to obey!

That was six months ago. Now I am lost without him. I am his dirty little whore and I live to please him. No other man could ever satisfy me the way he can!

 

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