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I had to go so fucking badly. I was bouncing around in the back seat of the taxi, trying to hold my bladder from exploding all through my pretty little panties. The cabbie glanced back again, asking me if I was alright. I was humiliated, and I tried to smile through it. ‘I just really need the bathroom, could we stop somewhere?” I was damn near begging. “I have to charge you for the stop, Ma’am.”
Was all he said, grinning beneath a midnight mustache. I knew I couldn’t afford the stop. Fuck. I had no choice but to hold it. It became apparent to me that wouldn’t be possible as we hit our next speed bump, and slowed down as we entered the construction zone. Bumper to bumper brake light traffic greeted my watering eyes as the smallest spurt of pee burst out.
“Don’t wet my back seat, ma’am.” The cabbie warned me, watching me desperately grab myself. There was no pretending now. I tried to open the door; I wold have to piss beside the cab. But the door was locked! We started to move again, inching painfully forward towards my impending omorashii doom. We hit another pot hole, and the spurting started again. I was in for it, badly.
Mindlessly, I shifted and tugged my micro skirt down. Damn it was hot, but I was dressed extra slutty to be in public. I was minding my business and waiting in line at the DMV, yes still six feet apart. The man behind me, however, had been coming closer and closer to me as the line move up, leading into a dark hall with a door at the end.
Now that we stood in the hallway, at the end of the line as the last clients for the day, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. My cunt spurted in excitement. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” He growled in my ear. My slit really started to drip. I knew that voice.
It was possible he’d seen me around town, but the quiver in my pussy knew what he meant. He’d used me, or rented me before when I was a trafficked sex slave. “What are you doing off your leash, chicklet?” He grabbed me hard around my wrist, and dragged me out to his vehicle like a sloppy little rag doll. No one tried to stop him while he manhandled me. He shoved me into the back of his van, and climbed inside with me.
He choke slammed me into the floor, pulling out a little burner phone as he dialed my old pimp; the one he was known me with. I’d been sold and rebought several times over. But! He was going to try and take me back to sexual slavery where I would be used like a whore day in and day out. Suddenly, with a second thought, he broke the phone in half and move on me like a starving tiger.
“I came to get my tags renewed and snagged a hot little slut instead.” He was laughing as he clamped the steel, barb wire collar around my neck. As it bit into my tender flesh, I screamed.
I had a young, tight pussy the first time I was sold to another man and fucked sensless. It was such an intense experience, I don’t know if any retelling will do it justice, but I’m going to try. Blindfolded, and tied down, I was sweating. The room was warm. I could see the glow of candles around the edges of my blinder. My naked body shivered every single time his breath caressed the inside of my thigh.
I was terrified, but I’d been told if I begged him not to hurt me, he’d hurt me real bad. My innocent pussy was pooling drool on the sheets below me. He laughed when he saw, letting the flogger kiss over my soft skin again. He beat me hard. I tried not to cry out; the ball gag in my mouth really helped with that. He mounted me then, without grace. I lost my virginity to a man who’s face I never even saw.
I’ll never forget the way his cock ripped into me, and the way I screamed against the red rubber ring in my mouth. He slapped me, hard. I wasn’t supposed to scream.
I couldn’t help myself. I was rescued from a trafficking ring, and I’ve tried living a “normal” life. All I’ve gotten is three rugrats, and three failed marriages to abusive fuck face men because all I can do is serve. The therapists I used to go see say I have Stockholm syndrome.
I love a little fucked up fantasy roleplay. Sometimes, my grandson comes over with a hefty little bag of snow. His goal is to numb me beyond oblivion while physically pummeling me into a pulp. I’m his play thing to string up from the ceiling and play whack a mole with. He turns me black and fucking blue, breaks my bones, and prolapses my old, dirty asshole.
I’ll do anything for my grandson. He’s only showing is old coke whore grandma how much he loves her; by violently fist fucking her on a live stream across the dark web. It makes my cunt runny the way he fucking demolishes my frail, old body. My saggy old hooker tits take a huge beating from his balled up fists and baseball bats alike. getting bludgeoned to the sound of the tip chime makes me cum harder than any man ever could have. I’m pleased to get pummeled to a pulp, for my pussy to get pounded and my prolapse to experience intense physical abuse. He makes me choke on his delicious cock!
This hot hate fuck fantasy fuels me up so bad, I cum every single time he calls. This is the sort of fucked up shit I’m in to, so try to keep up with this slutty, submissive sex drive. I’ll be a slave for my grandson any day of the week.
It’s clear to see you have a deep rooted understanding that we women are inferior to the entire male sex. We’re filthy cum dumpsters worth nothing more than cleaning the house, caring for the offspring, and being nasty sperm deposits. You were strolling through the park, seeking out a victim. That’s when you saw me; a mother you’d like to torture.
The thoughts flood your mind of the absolute carnage, chaos, and calamity you could cause on this whorish vessel. You want my pussy splayed open with alligator teeth needle clamps biting down into my most sensitive flesh. You want me to sit quietly while you tell me every single deranged thing; you don’t ever want me to speak.
I’m just to listen to the awful fucking sadism you’re wanting to afflict on my juicy cunt, my thick ass, my fat tits. You want to mutilate and violate my every boundary. You want to completely and totally use my body to your level of satisfaction. Everyone knows a mother they’d like to fuck, but you’re going out of your way to get this new and improved, easy to use fuck toy; my name was Tracy, but now it seems I’m your fucking slave.
Please, I beg you, tell me how you’re going to hurt me, to fuck me up!