Severe Humiliation and Degradation- M/f, nc...
So this is what i do in my spare time... lol... i usually try to write at a higher quality level, but i will admit this one is pure trash... just off the top of my head BDSM filth...
and it _is_ just a fantasy! lol...
Here are some codes: M/f, nc, mc, verbal humiliation, some spanking, and threat of snuff... sorry if i forgot anything...
She was so hungry... she realized as she was stomped awake by a boot to her belly. For weeks now, he had only let her eat crumbs and leftovers off the floor occasionally.. and drink water regularly from a trough.
She was in fact lucky to have been sleeping at all... he only let her sleep in snatches of three or four hours, keeping her up for 20 hour stretches at a time.
Coming awake, she felt the aches in her head and body pounding... a hangover that never left lately... but right now her hunger was the worst of it. She could only wait for him to decide to sate it. He punished her for asking, for having the nerve to beg for food... so she kept quiet and waited... though truthfully, he would hurt and humiliate her no matter what she did... she knew. He kept her in this perpetual state of hunger and sleep deprivation to intensify her confusion and fear in the no-win situations in which he put her. Her bewilderment continually multiplied on itself until sometimes she could do nothing but sob hysterically and incoherently.
He was now looking down at her lying on the kitchen floor, where he had let her sleep. As a rule, she did not have to kiss his boots or keep her eyes down with him, as some of his crueler girlfriends enjoyed making her do. So now she looked up at him with the hunger apparent in her eyes, voicelessly.
His foot attacked her again, this time on her breasts, but it was not as violent as it could have been. He was in a playful mood.
“Hey, little shit, I bet you’re hungry. Do you want something to eat, you whore?”
She took the question to be rhetorical, but her silence brought on reproof.
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face up close to his, making her flinch.
“Did you not hear a question, bitch? Do you think you have some right not to answer me, you ugly cunt?”
She became afraid, realizing anything she did would be a mistake, not knowing what she should do.
“Y-y-y--- yes, I’m s-s-sorry... I’m sorry... yes, yes, this little, little shit is hungry,” she stammered in reply to the eyes pounding hers.
“Okay, now isn’t that better. I do have a treat waiting for you. I’ll give you the chance to work for it, cuntrag.” He let go of her hair, dropping her back on the tile floor. He crouched down in front of her and pushed her onto her back, spreading her legs apart. He began fingering both vagina and asshole, roughly, stretching them, pulling them open.
He never fucked her anymore- just a few times when he first got her, after which he told her she was not worth his cum. So he experimented with her body, torturing her as creatively as he could, usually with the help of the sadistic women he invited over. He told her that soon she would make him some money as well, which scared her more.
“Okay, tramp,” he said, pulling her up by her nipples, making her scream silently, “find something in this kitchen to fuck- find the biggest thing you think you can take in your ass. Now.” He slapped her pussy hard for punctuation.
She got up and looked around... unable to outthink him... in her foggy mental state, her hunger pressing her forward, she could only obey his command directly. Find the biggest thing she thought she could take in her ass.
She knew she could not take much at all, but she could find nothing very narrow. She opened the refrigerator door and glanced at the case of beer warily- bottles and cans- making her shudder. She looked for something else... something else... maybe he would be merciful and let her actually fuck the smallest thing she could find. Uninspired, she took out a cucumber, finding it even too big, dreading the pain. Then she eyed a carrot, thankfully. Dropping the green vegetable, she grabbed the orange one, hoping it would be okay.
She offered the carrot to him wordlessly. He took it from her with a smirk.
“Okay, pig, we can start out with this puny thing in your ass. But I have a vision for your asshole.” He took a beer can from the fridge and placed it on the floor. Her eyes widened and she whimpered involuntarily, making him chuckle.
He bent her over at the waist, pushing her face to the beer can. “Open your mouth, bitch. Suck on the can- keep it wet- that’s the only lubrication you’ll get.”
She took in the cold metal, her lips stretching around the can, feeling its impossible girth... thickness that was soon to enter her defenseless asshole. Tears streamed down her cheeks thinking of it. Behind her, he opened her up with his fingers again, pushing the carrot inside... bottom end first. She screamed around the beer can. She had imagined the narrow end beginning the journey to her colon. As small as the carrot looked, it felt even bigger than she had feared.
He pushed relentlessly, deeper in... deeper inside her anal canal.. where she never thought anything would go. She could just cry, her teeth hitting the can with every sob. Now she began to feel that she was going to release something... though she knew there was nothing in her body to excrete... but the feeling persisted, along with a kind of pain she had never before felt. He continued pushing the carrot inside... she wondered how much of it was remaining outside.
Her body was trying to push it out, she could feel it trying out against the pressure he applied.
“Do not let this out, cunt. Do not,” he warned her menacingly. He left her and without his help keeping the item inside her body, she had to squeeze her sphincter hard. She feared so desperately whatever he might do to her if she let it slip out.
Soon she felt his fingers on her again, now digging in around the carrot, making more room. Suddenly she felt something else, another carrot, entering her beside the first one. She could not help screaming, “Nooooooooo,” releasing her oral grip on the cold beer can. She began bucking away from him, knowing there would be worse damage... forgetting the reason she was doing this horrible act to begin with... the food... she had forgotten her hunger... and as she remembered, she felt a pang of it almost knock her out.
She was crawling away from him... now in a quandary again... thinking she had probably lost her chance to earn the treat he had mentioned... yet unable to take the pain of her asshole being violated... and beyond that, so fearful of his response to her noncompliance... she looked for a place to hide. As she ran, she felt the carrot drop out behind her... to where would she run? Once he found her, he would be crueler than Alcatraz prison wardens... all the while that she ran from him, she contemplated running back to him and groveling for leniency.
She could not run outside... he had made her burn all her clothes... along with all her identification. He had forced her to watch as he burned everything inside her apartment- all traces of her. If that was not enough, he had had her body tattooed everywhere with degrading words and images. In fact, every time he mad her perform some new terrible act, he had it permanently commemorated on her skin. Worse yet, the tattoos were of poor quality, having been done by a friend still learning the skill.
She thought of locking herself in the bathroom, but what would that accomplish? Not only could he pick the simple lock, how long could she stay in there and live? She thought of calling 911, telling them she was a prisoner... but she was sure she could never make it to the phone and have enough time to make the call.. she envisioned herself throwing on some of his clothes, running outside to a neighbor’s house... but his neighbors were all his sick friends... she pictured herself running and running... maybe to a public place.. but how far would she get before she collapsed in hunger and fatigue? Before he would get to her? She thought she should try... if she really wanted to escape, she would try... but something besides her limited options kept her here...
Caught up in her conflicting reflections, she did not even realize that she had stopped running and had fallen to the bedroom floor... now lying there, inviting punishment from the looming 6’4” figure who had finally caught her. She would have prostrated herself at his feet and begged and begged for clemency if she thought it might matter at all. Instead, she just lay there, waiting, cringing and shivering, her ass still sore, her stretched lips still sore.
First he slapped her across the face, each cheek one time. Her head rocked back, she swore she was bleeding. She inched away from him on her back and her elbows. He stopped her by sitting on top of her waist, pinning her arms to her sides with his knees. She did not have the strength or courage to use her arms in self-defense anyway. He began removing his belt, but far more frightening was the threat in his eyes... and the cheer there as well... he was never more delighted than when she caused her pain, fear, confusion, and humiliation.
With his belt folded over one time, he smacked her face with it repeatedly, never ignoring either cheek. She screamed and cried, but did not beg him to stop... neither words nor coherent thoughts came to her now.. only tears in her fear and pain. He continued smacking her face, then moved down to her neck, her chest, and each breast, sometimes only hitting the nipple. The sting was unbearable.. it was maddening and she was no longer in the room, inside her body. Yet she was still loosely connected to the pain. He moved back up from her breasts to her face again, repeating this cycle so many times over she had no idea of the count.
Soon her face felt swollen, misshapen... she feared permanent damage... she pictured herself deformed and bruised... just another deterrent to running away.
She realized he was speaking to her, yelling at her... finally his words began reaching her brain.
“This is what you want, you fucking little piece of shit, cuntspit, pig! No reason to be nice to you again... you run from me, you fucking bitch.. now you’re going to scream and bleed like you never knew you could, you dirty hole.”
Getting off her, he pulled her arms over her head, dragging her to the bed. Grabbing her hair, he pushed her face into the bedpost. It was smooth, cold metal. She knew immediately what kind of relationship she would soon have with it and just sobbed and cried louder. She took in its size, bigger than the can of beer she had been sucking. She longed to beg for the carrots now, for the cold metal can in her ass instead... maybe he would change his mind.
Meaning to whisper calmly, instead she released her pleas in a scream of tears, “Please, please, please, let me fuck the carrots, the beer can, please, please, please.” She cycled the chant over and over as he tied her arms up behind her back with his belt. From the chest at the foot of the bed, which he kept stocked with such supplies, he pulled out binding cloth to wrap around her upper body, immobilizing her arms completely.
“Okay, whore piss, you get another chance. Be good and go get the beer can from the kitchen- in fact, get a cold one, slut.”
Suddenly she was grateful for the very thing from which she had run. No time for errors now, she thanked him properly... thanked him for letting this little slut fuck the cold beer can... she had to say it... she could not imagine how that bedpost would have fit insider her.
She ran to the kitchen. Doing everything with her pained face and mouth, she opened the fridge door and grabbed a beer can between her teeth. She ran back and offered the can to him.
He took it and pushed her up on the bed, facedown, ass up, legs apart. She was shaking and still sobbing quietly now. She was so scared of the pain- she knew it would have to be worse than the carrots... much worse.
But he would not just hurt her, he would humiliate her to no end, she knew. It began with his order to beg again to fuck the beer can... recorded now. He set up his little digital camera in front of her face on the bed.
He got behind her and on top of her, his mouth next to her ear, his hand on the button ready to press record. Hidden from the camera’s view, he whispered to her, “Now, beg, little slut, tell us how much you want a beer can up your ass, stretching it out. Do a good job, filthy whore, and I may be kind to you and still let you eat something. I know you’re still starving, you pig.” With that, he pressed record.
Still crying, quietly now, she did as he instructed.... pleading for the unnatural insertion of a cold, metal cylinder in her ass... using her fear of the bedpost to impel her to describe how much she wanted penetration by the beer can... the “please” she said were in her mind, “please do not impale me on the huge bedpost.”
While she spoke, he touched her ass with the cold metal and stretched and ripped at her anal skin. He came around and paused the video, placing the beer can in her mouth, stretching those lips and jaws once again. Her face was still extremely sore from the belt lashing, and she wished she had just stayed in the kitchen from the start.
“Oh, you look so disgusting, like such a fucking trick! A fucking dirty slut who puts her mouth around anything that’s shoved in there. Look at yourself, cuntspit.” He pointed to the camera and she could see how awful she looked, her cheeks bruising and swollen, tears in her eyes. He pushed the can in deeper and her jaws screamed. She thought they would break. He pushed record again, walking back behind her to pull her anus open again, preparing it.
She felt the sides of her lips stretching and shredding... and thought of her anal skin going through the same torture, but much worse, being a much smaller entrance... she did not know how she would cope with the pain to come... her breathing so heavy she felt her chest would break open the bondage in which he had wrapped her.
He came back and shut the camera off. He put his hand on the can to remove it, but felt how warm it had quickly become.
“No, this won’t do. Do not move, whore.” She would not, not now. Disobedience and thoughts of attempting to escape were nowhere near her mind... only the pain... the pain... the pain to come...
He was gone and back again in minutes with a fresh can, which he rolled along her shaking body, so she could feel how cold it was. He slid it between her butt cheeks, pondering how he really could get it inside. Once in, he could push it farther, but to start, he would really have to rip her apart. He did not want such a mess. He wanted her useful. So, not out of mercy, but out of practicality, he brought out a butt plug that was just small enough to force in without such a problem.
He would still hurt and stretch her, but not like she thought. She needn’t know his true reasons why. She would know and believe what he told her.
He brought the butt plug to her face, removing the beer can from her mouth so that he could smack her face with the rubber toy. She was completely unexpecting- which gave her face a look of such surprised fear that he loved... that made him almost giggle in delight.
“Now, you’re lucky, pig. I’m feeling nice again today. You can’t take that beer can, I know that. So I have something else for you. Are you feeling grateful, little cuntsack?”
She nodded emphatically. She had lost all sense of dignity... she had completely lost the concept of her own self as a person... in her mind now she was only his property and toy... so any kindness he showed her, even if it was fucking her ass with a 2” thick plug rather than a 3.5” beer can made her mind swell with gratitude... she had lost her rights and lost the memory of ever having rights.
He held the butt plug up to her face and she licked his hand and the item in it to show her thanks. He shoved it deep down her throat to get it all wet, then took it around and pushed it into her ass. She again felt pain and stretching and discomfort in her bowels, but nothing like what the beer can- or worse yet, the bedpost- would have been. So she took it all with happiness now... happiness and gratitude for what she did not have to suffer.
As she calmed down from the fear of worse pain, relieved momentarily, her hunger returned to her, attacking her once more with visceral force. She cried out from it.
“What? Oh, don’t think I forgot how we started all this fun, my sloppy slit. I know you are hungry. Too bad you missed out on the snack I had waiting for you. You know, you weren’t really a good girl at all... but..,” he left the room and came back with something in his hand.
“No sense letting a carrot go to waste, right, slut?” He held up the carrot, covered in her own anal bodily fluids. Though she could not have much in her body to produce any shit, it was still disgusting, coming from her ass. It still held a faint scent of it. She began to retch, as there was nothing to vomit either. He slapped her face, making her stop.
“Eat it. If you’re hungry, then eat it, you fat cow.” He shoved the carrot into her mouth and she held back the bile from the disgusting taste and smell tainting the vegetable. She tried to force herself to chew, but she wanted desperately to spit it out.
He pulled the carrot out of her mouth roughly. “I’ll make this easier for you, pig.” He dropped the carrot on the floor, pulling her down to the floor as well. He ground the carrot to pieces in the carpet with his boot. He sat down on the bed and lifted his foot. There were bits of carrot on the floor and some on the sole of his boot.
“Now you don’t have to chew much- I know the little whore’s jaws are sore. Last chance before I get pissed again, cunt.” He shoved his boot in her face, over her mouth, and she began licking and sucking the carrot bits out of the tread. She held back the retching, but could not control her shivering as she tasted a variety of foul things. Again, her tears began. Every time she thought she had sunk as far below humanity as possible, he jackbooted her even further down. At least the hunger in her stomach subsided slightly, just before he smashed her face into the carpet, his boot on the back of her head. She licked and ate up every morsel she could find, fearing the repercussions if she let any remnants.
She did not think she could remain in her body any longer. Though she was getting used to the feeling in her ass and colon, the soreness of her bruised face and jaws, the leftover sting on her breasts, chest, and neck from his belt, she knew fresh pain awaited her very soon.
“Now, that’s almost a good little bitch.” He pulled her head back with her hair, bringing his face to hers as he enjoyed, intimidating her this way, letting spittle from his words hit her face purposely as he spoke to her.
“Do you understand that that was a gift from me? You are not entitled to eat- you are not entitled to anything. You are grateful for everything I give you, you little fucking piece of shit. Do you understand that you are less than a little piece of shit from the flies on the dogshit? And when I am done with you, when I am tired of your sorry, disgusting whore body, I will get rid of you. Make no mistake. I will tie a rope around your neck and suffocate the life out of you, permanently. I will shove a loaded gun in your mouth and pull the trigger. I will pack you in a coffin and bury you alive in my own backyard. I might even just tie you up and leave you out in the woods somewhere, to starve to death, to be eaten by wild animals, or maybe raped and murdered by someone sicker than me. So do you get the picture, whore shit? Do you understand now that every breath you take, every second you live is because I give it to you?”
Excited and enraged by his own speech, he threw her hard to the floor. He stood over her and stepped on her neck, pressing down enough to choke the air from her lungs. Knowing he would and could kill her any second put her into an even more frenzied state of fear and panic. She did not understand how she had not gone crazy yet... how her mind had not yet broken to protect itself from her unlivable reality. She could only stare up at him now in frightened plea... wondering why she would want to keep living anyway, if this was to be the rest of her life... maybe she thought she would escape one day... or maybe she had sunk so low she could not conceive of any other life.
“Do you have something you should say to me, cuntpus?” He emphasized his words by stepping down harder on her neck, then releasing her so she could speak.
“Th-th-th-thank , th-thank you.. thank you,” she cried in utter humiliation at the entire scene.
“Thank you for what, you stupid trick?” He again pushed on her throat and released.
She sobbed, “Thank you for... for the carrot... for letting me eat something,” she wailed and cried, beyond her control to stop herself.
He removed his boot from her neck and placed it over her face, smushing into her. “Kiss it! Kiss it, cunt!” He yelled at her.
After she obeyed, he removed it to crouch down beside her. “Just understand your place. Do not forget that you are nothing more than my property, and a very replaceable object at that. But you better be grateful all the time. I can give you much more pain without killing you... for a very long time. Just remember that, little piggy.”
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ok so i'm a sick bitch... lol... stephen king of erotica... lol...that's my goal, anyway...
