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After she had finished cleaning his cock, he slapped her in the face and got into the motel room bed, climbing under the covers and leaving her kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed. “I’m going to rest for a while, cunt. We have a big night tonight. You can lie down on the floor and sleep because you haven’t earned the privilege of sleeping next to me, whore.” Instantly, she lowered herself down to the filthy floor of the motel room, wincing as her bruised breasts made contact with the rough carpet.
Her whole body ached. Every muscle felt sore from tensing up at his blows and her back, breasts and cunt throbbed from the assault with the belt buckle. Her asshole burned and she could feel his cum dripping out of it. Still, she was happy that she seemed to have pleased him, or at the very least satiated him for a while. She tried to doze off, listening to the sound of his snoring. Her mind was still reeling from the events of the last few hours. Part of her was rebelling against all of this. He had turned her into an object, less than an animal, just a possession that he used for his pleasure and amusement. The life she had back home mattered not at all to him, along with her feelings, dreams and emotions. Why was she responding to this treatment and falling so far in love with this cruel man? Part of her brain was horrified and yet as she thought about what she had endured, she felt herself getting wet yet again. This was what she was born to be, his pain toy, existing only to serve his every whim. She drifted off to sleep, a smile on her face, knowing that she belonged to him.
He kicked her in the ass, waking her from her dreams. “Rise and shine, pig. You have some work to do.” He reached down and grabbed her by the hair and half dragged her into the motel room bathroom while she struggled to keep up, still half asleep but desperate to obey.
“Kneel,” he said simply, and she obeyed. He held his cock to her face and she started to take him inside of her mouth. He slapped her. “Did I give you permission to suck my cock, cunt? Open your mouth and keep it open, and don’t you fucking dare look at my face without my permission unless you want me to turn around and walk out of your worthless life, you filthy fucking dog.” She knelt before him, her mouth open and her eyes downcast, her hands clasped tightly behind her back.
He made her wait for a full minute before starting to piss into her mouth. Her eyes flew open and met his, shocked by this latest indignity. She started to choke on the disgusting taste of his pee. “Don’t spill a fucking drop, ass fuck. You need to learn that absolutely nothing is beneath you.” She closed her eyes and began swallowing his piss, moaning a little as she tried desperately not to cough at the taste. Her stomach turned and briefly she was convinced she wouldn’t be able to hold in the vomit but she talked herself out of the urge, terrified that he would leave if she puked up his piss. Tears welled up in her eyes as he continued, looking down at her coldly as she struggled to swallow fast enough not to spill.
When he finished, he slapped her and pushed her down to the floor. “You spilled a little, cock sucker. Lick it up.” Now she was crying hard. The bathroom floor was disgusting, covered with the germs of who knows how many people. She hesitated for a few seconds before bending down, sticking out her tongue, and reluctantly licking the filthy tile around the toilet. She could taste piss and dirt and her tears as she licked the floor, broken and weeping. After a few minutes, which felt like four hundred to Mira, he pulled her up by the hair. “Good girl,” he said roughly. Her heart absolutely soared. This was the first real compliment he had given her since this entire thing had begun. Her joy was short lived, though, because he lifted the seat of the toilet and shoved her face into the water. “You stay here, piggy. I’m going to take a shower now.”
She could see her hair floating in the disgusting toilet as her face hovered, mere centimeters from the water. Her tears fell into the bowl. This was too much. How could she endure anything worse than this? The voice in the back of her head told her to get up and flee the motel room and never look back. She wasn’t a worthless piece of shit. She was an intelligent and attractive woman and men tried to pick her up all the time. Why was she kneeling over a toilet bowl, the taste of piss in her mouth, listening to some asshole take a shower next to her? Yet despite all of this, she knew that her cunt was wet with desire for him, and she knew that if he asked her at that moment to leave her family and friends and everything she knew and live this way for the rest of her life, she would agree to it without hesitation. No one had ever made her feel like this before, and she knew this is what had been missing from her life.
He got out of the shower and stood over her. “Look at you, you worthless disgusting cow.” He kicked her legs apart and stuck a finger in her cunt, her face still in the toilet. She moaned involuntarily and pressed back into his hand. “And of course, you’re dripping wet, you sick bitch. What kind of disgusting whore gets off on being treated like this?” He slapped her ass and reached down, fishing her head out of the toilet. “Get in and take a shower and clean yourself off, cunt. Put on a slutty outfit and a lot of make-up.”
Later on that night, they drove to a waterfront restaurant for dinner. Mira was wearing a short black dress, cut low in the front, no bra or panties. The welts from the belt were visible on her cleavage and the back and front of her thighs. He had barely spoken to her in the car on the way to the restaurant. She was nervous but excited to be out in public with Sir, no matter how many looks her outfit and her marks drew from their fellow diners. They sat down in a booth across from each other. She could barely read the menu or decide what she wanted to eat because she was so happy to be in his presence. She kept stealing glances at him across the table over her menu.
They had only been sitting for a few minutes when another woman came over and sat down next to Sir. She was absolutely stunning, dressed in a classy-looking green dress that perfectly accented her blonde hair and blue eyes. “Hi there, Master,” she greeted him and he smiled warmly at her. He drew her in close to him and kissed her passionately. It was like Mira wasn’t even there.
She felt like she had been stabbed in the heart. She had considered the fact that Sir might have other women in his life, but she had never imagined she would be forced to meet one of them. And this woman was gorgeous. She watched the two of them kiss from across the table, Sir’s hands moving up the woman’s thigh. Mira struggled not to cry as she saw the way he looked at the other woman, his eyes filled with love that she knew he didn’t feel for her.
Finally, the two of them turned their attention to Mira. “This is the disgusting cunt I was telling you about. I beat her, fucked her ass and pissed in her worthless mouth. She licked her shit off of my cock and begged for more.” Mira felt her face grow red. She couldn’t believe that this was really happening.
“Hmm, she’s pretty disgusting, Master,” the woman said, eyeing Mira as if she were an ugly outfit at a discount store. “I can see the marks on her tits. Very nicely done.”
Mira couldn’t even look at the two of them. They ignored her throughout dinner except for occasionally commenting on how worthless she was or how disgusting she looked. They had quite the romantic dinner, feeding each other bites of their meals and laughing together. It was obvious to Mira that the two of them were very much in love, and she had no idea what she was even doing there. She could barely eat her salad, looking down at her plate the entire time and trying hard not to cry. She had never been so embarrassed or ashamed, and the jealousy she felt towards the woman scared her with its intensity.
After they had finished eating and paid the bill, they walked out of the restaurant, Mira following behind. Sir opened the front passenger door for the woman, kissing her before she got in the car. He turned to Mira. “Get in the back, cunt,” he growled. Again, Mira was ignored for the entire drive back to the motel. She blinked back tears as they talked and laughed, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was in the backseat. They got out of the car at the motel without even looking at her, and after a few seconds, she got out and followed them to the motel room.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Sir sat down on the bed, pulling the woman towards him. They kissed passionately. Then he turned to Mira, his eyes filled with disgust. “Strip, bitch.”
She looked at the two of them, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her intently. The voice inside of her head was back, telling her to leave, get back on a plane and go home and forget this entire thing happened. She hesitated for just a few seconds before realizing that she had to obey. She stepped out of her heels and lifted the dress over her head, lowering her eyes to the floor and standing before Sir and the woman, completely naked.
The woman looked her up and down and then laughed out loud. “She really is a disgusting piece of shit, Master. Look at those tiny, saggy tits. They’re even uglier than her face.” Sir laughed. Mira felt her face grow red. No one had ever complained about her looks before. She was used to being complimented, not insulted. She kept her eyes on her feet. “Come here, cunt,” Sir ordered. She walked to the bed, eyes still downcast. He pushed her thighs apart and shoved a finger roughly into her cunt. “This stupid bitch is wet again. What a fucked up cunt.” The woman watched intently as Mira moaned at the intrusion. “You like this, don’t you, slut?”
How to even answer? Of course she didn’t like being there with the beautiful woman who Sir was obviously crazy about. She didn’t like hearing herself degraded and insulted and she didn’t like being exposed and molested in front of another woman. Yet how could she lie? Her entire body was tingling with excitement and she knew she was dripping wet. Moaning, she answered honestly, “Yes, Sir.”
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