Becoming Her True Self

by Kellyn

        He called her on the phone when he was on the way to her hotel room.

       “Are you ready for me, slut?”  he asked, his voice steely and cold.

       Mira took a deep breath.  She sat, completely naked, on the old and faded hotel comforter, waiting to meet her Master for the first time. 

       “…Yes…. Sir, I think… I think I’m ready.” 

       

       There was silence on the other end, silence that seemed to last for more than a minute, endless silence for Mira.  “If you’re not sure, slut, I’ll turn around and go home.”

       “No!  No, I’m sure.  I really want to see you, Sir.  I’m sorry for being hesitant.”

       “Remember that this is what you wanted, slut.  You came down here for me to use, for me to take and do anything with that I wish.  You’re the one who said that you were giving yourself to me completely, do you remember that, cunt?”

       She trembled.  “I remember, Sir.”  She did remember.  She remembered so much about the months that she had spent on the phone with this man.  She had listened as he had described in graphic detail how he would use her and torture her.  Somehow, she had fallen in love with this cruel man whom she had never met.

       “And you know what, slut?  Even with you coming down and giving yourself to me, do you want to know the truth?”  She was silent.  “You want this a hell of a lot more than I do.  I could live without ever meeting you, whore.  Could you say the same?”

       She stifled a sob and tried to hide the knot in her throat.  “No, Sir.”  Don’t cry, don’t cry.

       “Say it, slut.  Tell me what you are.”

       

       The words were second nature to her.  He had made her repeat them for months.  “I’m a worthless cunt.  I’m a stupid piece of shit.  All I am is a hole for you to use, Sir.” 

       “I hope you believe that.  I hope you know that’s true with all your heart.”

       She believed it.  Over the past few months, he had convinced her that she was put on earth to serve his needs.  The only thing that mattered to her in the whole world was to be there, in a dingy Motel 6, waiting for him to arrive and put her in her place.

       “Are you ready to drink my piss, slut?  How do you think you’re going to feel when you guzzle down my urine?”

       “I… I don’t know, Sir.”  She had served one Master before meeting this one.  He had been gentle with her, spanking her occasionally but mostly treating her like a prized pet.  Mira had grown bored with him, craving something more.

       “You’ll enjoy it, slut, and you’ll thank me.  You’ll thank me for the privilege of drinking my piss, won’t you?

       She shivered, partly with fear and partly with desire.  She could feel herself growing wet with desire for him.  Desire to be used.  “I will thank you, Sir.”

       “The harder I use you, the more I hurt you, and the worse I treat you will only make you love me more.  Isn’t that right, slut?”

       Again, she held back tears.  “Yes, Sir.”

       

       “And you know, that no matter what you do, no matter what happens, I will never, ever love you.  How can you love something so worthless as you?”

       Tears started falling silently down her face.  “I know, Sir.”

       He chuckled.  “Good, I’m glad we understand each other, whore.  I’ll be there in soon.  I want you to open the door wide and sit on the edge of the bed with your legs spread wide.  I want you to blindfold yourself with the scarf I had you bring.  I want you to sit like that and wait for me, slut.”

       Mira was mortified.  “But… what if…”

       

       He interrupted her.  “Did I ask you what you thought of it, bitch?  Did I ask you if you had anything to say?”  His voice was calm and flat.

       “No…no.  No Sir.” 

       

       “I didn’t think I did.  Sit like that and wait for me.”  He hung up.

       Mira stood up, shaking.  How could she do this?  Her motel room was on the main floor and it opened to the outside.  What if a maintenance person came by while she was waiting?  Worst yet, what if a family came by?  What if a child saw her sitting naked, completely vulnerable, on the bed?  Her heart raced with fear.  What if a fellow motel guest saw her and decided to take advantage of her?  Would Sir save her?  Or would he come in and enjoy the show?  She wasn’t sure.

       There was one thing which she was very sure of, however.  If she didn’t listen to him, if she didn’t do exactly what he wanted, he would leave and never come back.  He had told her that many, many times when she protested any of the activities he told her he would enjoy with her during her visit.  “That’s fine,” he had said.  “You don’t have to let me fist you.  I’ll just leave.”  The thought of him leaving, walking out of the motel room and out of her life, was too much for Mira to bear.  She was completely trapped, trapped by this mysterious man and trapped by her own feelings.  She had to obey him.

       She pulled the short satin nightgown she was wearing over her head, folded it carefully and put it in a drawer.  Completely naked, she studied herself in the mirror above the dingy dresser.  She was tall and athletic with wavy brown hair and engaging brown eyes.  Men found her attractive and she was asked out often, but she was looking for something more than boring old dinner and a movie dates.  She craved to be used, to be humiliated, and to be completely out of control.  She had from the time she was a very young child.  Going to sleep at night, she had conjured up scenes she had read in books about ancient slaves being punished and whipped.  She’d imagined herself in that position and it seemed to almost bring her peace.  Mira would think of how it would feel to be jerked roughly by the hair to the whipping post by a stern man, how she would be forced to raise her arms, how the rope would feel as it was tied, tightly, around her wrists.  She would imagine standing there, naked and exposed, as she waited for the whip.  It was only then she could fall asleep.

       She had thought there was something wrong with her, that she was the only person in the world with thoughts like this.  Then, she had discovered the internet at the age of sixteen, typed in some search words and discovered that there was a whole community of people with the same fantasies that she had enjoyed.  She had eventually met men off the internet, men who promised discipline, men who all ultimately disappointed her with the difference between their online personas and real-life attitudes.  Now, at twenty-three years old, she hoped she had found him, the dominant man she had been dreaming about since before she knew what it was exactly she was even dreaming about.

       Trembling, Mira walked over to the motel room door and unlatched the chain lock.  Then, she carefully opened it just a few inches.  She tried not to think about who might see her.  It didn’t matter anyhow, she told herself.  After taking one last look at herself in the mirror, she sat down, naked, on the bed.  She slipped the sleep mask over her eyes, grasped her hands behind her, and spread her legs wide.  Then, she waited, completely exposed, for her Master to arrive.

       She was sensitive to every sound she heard.  Was that just the breeze or is someone standing in the doorway?  Had anyone seen her?  Sweating slightly, every brain cell Mira had told her to close her legs, close the door and put on a robe, but she ignored her better judgment and sat still.  “I’m doing this for him, I’m doing this for him,” she repeated to herself, taking deep breaths.  She waited and hoped and prayed that no one would stumble upon her in this position.

       Suddenly, the silence of the room was broken.  Mira heard the door open wide and sensed that sunlight was flooding the room.  The door slammed shut.  She heard footsteps and the sound of the drapes being pulled shut.  She began shaking slightly.  Was this him?  Was this her Master?

       A familiar voice broke the silence.  “I’m happy to see that you can at least obey orders, you worthless piece of shit.”  It was him.  Mira felt a rush of conflicting emotions.  On the one hand, she was ecstatically happy to be in the same room with him and on the other she was absolutely terrified about what he might do to her.  She shivered and didn’t answer.

       She heard his footsteps making his way over to where she sat on the bed.  He grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her to her feet.  She gasped.  Still holding her by the hair, he held her head still as he slapped her face roughly, first one cheek and then the other, front hand and backhand. 

       “Are you ready for me to use you, slut?”  He slapped her again.

       “Yes… yes Sir.”  Mira was breathless.  He reached down and slapped her legs apart.  She felt his cold and rough fingers fumbling between her legs and then one enter her.  She moaned.

       “You’re so wet already, you whore.  Were you excited while you were waiting for me?  Did anybody see you?”

       

       “No, Sir.  At least I don’t think they did.”  She tried to keep her bearing as he roughly finger fucked her cunt.

       “Hmm.  Imagine if they did.  Imagine what they thought of you, sitting here naked and waiting for a man you’ve never even met.  What do you think they thought of you, slut?  What do you think your parents would think if they could see you right now?”

       Mira groaned and pressed herself down into his fingers.  “They… they would think I was a whore, Sir.  A worth...worthless whore.”

       He pulled his hand down and slapped her again.  “And would they be right, cunt?  Is that what you are?  Tell me what you are and tell me why you are here.”

       

       In between receiving hard slaps on her face, Mira answered, “They’re right, Sir.  I’m a worthless cunt and a stupid piece of shit.  And I’m here for you to use me and hurt me, Sir.”

       “Good slut.”  He reached down and grabbed her nipples.  He held them both between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed as hard as he could.  Mira gasped and felt her knees go weak.  He released the nipples and slapped her breasts with both hands as hard as he could. 

       “I like your tits, cunt,” he told her as he slapped them again, watching deep purple bruises form in the shape of his hands.

       Mira started crying softly behind the mask.  “Thank you, Sir,” she said, trying hard to hide the fact that she was breaking down. 

       He grabbed her by the hair again and dragged her to the other side of the bed.  .  He pushed her to the floor.  She tried to catch her breath as she heard him unzip his pants and slide them off.  He sat down on the bed and pulled her towards him by the hair.

       “Keep your hands behind your back and suck my cock, slut.  Show me how much you love me by how well you suck my dick.”

       

       

       

        Mira groaned inwardly.  She had asked him, no, she Mira groaned inwardly.  She had asked him, no, she had begged him, not to make her do this.  She absolutely hated doing it.   The few times she had tried it had triggered in her a horrible reaction.  Just two minutes of attempting it had seemingly caused her to regress to a childlike state.  She had cried and been unable to make eye contact with her partner and had eventually had to lock herself in the bathroom to regain her composure.  The reaction had scared her terribly and she had vowed never to experience it again.

       When she had told Sir about this reaction, he had been very curious, asking her for every detail about the attempt and pressing her for exactly how each step made her feel.  After she had finished, he matter-of-factly said, “I bet your daddy was fucking your mouth when you were a little kid, slut.”

       She had fought the urge to hang up on him.  “No he didn’t, Sir.  It’s just not an activity I really enjoy, and I would like to keep it as one of my limits.” 

       He had laughed a little and quickly changed the subject.  Now, she couldn’t believe that he would make her do this.  She had known he was cruel, but had no idea that he would force her to do something that he knew caused her a ton of emotional distress.

       She still had the blindfold on as she knelt at his feet.  She was hesitating.  What she wanted to do was to tell him off, to protest, to stand up and walk away. 

       “Did you hear me?  Get to work.”  His voice, again cold and emotionless. 

       Mira was crying hard now.  She hoped he didn’t notice.  “I…I thought we said this was…”

       He interrupted her.  “Either start sucking my cock or get out of my way so I can leave.  Those are the two choices you have, and neither one requires you to open up your big fucking whore mouth.”

       She believed him.  Quickly, trying hard to keep her composure, she lowered her face to his body and struggled to get his flaccid cock in her mouth without using her hands.  She lolled her head around, trying to suck the head into her mouth.  He pulled her head back and slapped her hard again.

       “No teeth whore.  If you use those teeth on me, I’ll knock them out, and then I’ll leave.”

       He forced her head back into his crotch.  Again, she struggled to capture the dangling penis in her mouth.  This time she was more successful.  She began running her tongue around the head of his cock as he jammed her head closer to his balls.  She could smell the musky, sweaty scent of him.   Flicking her tongue against the tip of his cock, she slowly began to move her head up and down on the shaft.  Tears soaked into the sleeping mask and Mira tried to block out the horrible wave of feelings and emotions that she felt coming on.  Every once in a while, she would slip and let his cock slip out of her mouth.  When that happened, Sir would pull her head back and slap her hard across the face.  Her ears began to ring from the blows. 

       He moaned loudly.  “You know, for someone who claims to hate this, you’re a really good cock sucker, cunt.”  He grabbed both sides of her head with both hands.  “Hold still.  I’m going to fuck your mouth.”  As an afterthought, he slapped her face again.  “And watch your fucking teeth.”

       Mira began choking almost immediately, but that didn’t even make him pause.  He began to shove his cock down her throat.  She tried to pull away but he was holding her head firmly against his cock.  He began moving in and out of her mouth, gently at first and then with a faster and harder rhythm.  She struggled to breathe in rhythm with his thrusts. 

       Suddenly, he pulled out of her mouth and stood up.  He pulled her up by her hair.  “Lie down on the bed and spread your legs.  I’m going to whip you now.”

       Still blindfolded, she stumbled over to the bed and lay down on her stomach.  “No, cunt, face up,” he told her.  She groaned, but turned over.  She could hear him fumbling around in the room as she lay there, waiting to be whipped.  “Didn’t I tell you to spread your legs?  Open them as wide as you can, and keep them open if you know what’s good for you.”  Reluctantly, she drew her legs apart, exposing the most sensitive part of her to the cruel man in front of her.

       He reached over and plunged a finger into her pussy.  He fucked her with his finger for a few seconds, leaving her moaning and thrusting her pussy up in the air, trying to meet his thrusts.  “Are you ready, cunt?  Are you ready to suffer for me?”

       She almost orgasmed right there.  “Ohhhh…yes, Sir, I’m ready.  I want to suffer for you, Sir.  I want to prove to you that I would do anything for you.”  She moaned again and pumped her sex against his fingers.

       “You’ll have plenty of chances to prove that this weekend, slut,” he said menacingly as he pulled his fingers away from her. 

       

       The first lash of his belt hit her directly across both breasts.  She tried to stifle a scream but one escaped despite her best efforts.  Her old Master would always start a whipping with a bit of a warm-up:  tiny little swats that helped her get used to what was to come.  He never whipped her hard anyway, never hard enough to leave marks.  This strike, however, was no display of playful foreplay.  It had nearly knocked the wind out of Mira.  Her nipples throbbed and stung and she found herself crying hard.

       “You stupid cow,” he said as she again heard him rummaging around the room.  She thought he’d come back with some sort of first aid kit to mend her breasts, which she couldn’t see but was convinced that they were covered in cuts and bruises from the way that they felt.  Instead, she felt him push some sort of rag into her mouth.  She groaned through the gag.  “I can’t have you making so much noise, you fucking whore.  You told me you wanted this and this is what you’re getting, so you might as well get used to it.”  He followed up this statement with another resounding smack with the belt across her sore tits.

       Over and over again, the belt came crashing down onto Mira’s breasts.  She tried to concentrate on breathing as the pain washed over her in waves.  Her tits felt like they were on fire.  With every strike, Mira didn’t think she could take anymore, only to be proven wrong by the next one that came raining down on her.

        *WHACK*

        “You stupid piece of shit.”

        *WHACK*

        “Here you are, naked on a motel bed, naked in front of a man you met ten minutes ago.”

*WHACK*

        “Letting a man whip you on your bare fucking tits.”

        *WHACK*

        “You’re a worthless disgusting cunt, letting me do this to you, pig.”

        *WHACK*

        “I’m going to make you pay for being so fucking stupid, so fucking trashy.”

        *WHACK*

        “What do you mean, stop?  Are you telling me what to do, cunt?  Do you think I care what a stupid piece of shit like you says?”

       

        *WHACK*

       

        Mira tried desperately to hold still.  She didn’t want to disappoint him, but this was worse than she had imagined it would be.  She began thrashing around, trying to get away from the belt and the pain.  He reached down and smacked her as hard as he could across her face.

       

        “I told you to hold still.  We’re just warming up here, cunt.  My suggestion would be for you to relax or this isn’t going to be a pleasant weekend for you.”

       

        No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t be still.  Her legs were moving under a power that didn’t feel like her own, kicking in desperation from pain and fear.  She kept trying to sit up, to twist away from his blows.  He slapped her again.

       

        “Either you stop moving and spread your fucking legs like I told you to do or I am going to stand up, walk out of here and never have any contact with you again, cunt.”  He pulled the rag out of her mouth.  She breathed heavily, moaning a little as she tried to catch her breath.  “Do you want me to go?”

       

       She considered this.  One word from her and all this pain would stop.  All she had to do was to say, “Yes, leave!” and it would all be over.  She had no idea what else he had in store for her and had even less of a clue about how she would be able to endure it.  She only hesitated for a few seconds before saying, “No, Sir, please don’t go.”  For better or for worse, Mira was too attached to walk away from him now.  She was in this for the long haul.

       “Good slut.”  He stuffed the rag back into her mouth.  She tried to concentrate on her breathing to calm herself down.  She heard him pick up the belt again, heard him bend it in his hands.  “I think you’ve had enough of the belt, whore.”  She practically smiled in relief.  “Yes, you’ve had enough of the belt.  I think it’s time for you to have a little taste of the buckle instead.”

       The buckle?  She didn’t have time to consider the ramifications of that word before she heard the belt again whizzing through the air.  Then, the hurt she had felt in her breasts that she had thought was the apex of all pain doubled as the belt buckle crashed into her body.

       Five more times she heard the belt cut through the stale air of the motel room and whack her hard on her breasts and stomach.  She cursed herself for letting him stay, cursed herself for being this way, cursed herself for ever instant messaging this man in the first place.  She was convinced that with every strike, her mutilated breasts must be spattering blood all over the room.  When she took the blindfold off, she thought the room would look like a crime scene.  Her breasts ached and her nipples stung, but somehow, using strength she didn’t know that she possessed, Mira managed to hold still through the assault with the belt buckle.

       Then she heard the belt fall to the ground and felt his fingers in her cunt again, pressing urgently into her, probing and prying.  She knew she was soaking wet.  She could feel her juices in a puddle under her on the old disgusting motel comforter.  He began pumping in and out of her with three fingers.  Mira made a sound like a desperate animal as she orgasmed powerfully against his fingers, frantically humping his hand like the worthless dog that she had become.

        He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and she heard him stroking his cock, hard and fast.  She lay on the bed, trying to catch her breath.  “You liked that, you disgusting tramp, didn’t you?” he asked as his fist traveled up and down his cock.  He pulled the gag out of her mouth so she could answer.

       “Yes…yes Sir.  I liked it, Sir.”  Her breasts ached but she couldn’t deny her body’s reaction to the torture she had endured. 

       She heard his breathing grow fast and with it the pace of his cock stroking increased.  A few minutes later, while she still lay on the bed, trying to recover her breath, she felt his hot cum splash into her blindfolded face.  He groaned loudly as he shot his load all over her.  She lay still and took what he gave her.  She was delighted from the very core of her being that she had made him climax.

       He collapsed on the bed next to her for a few minutes to catch his breath.  He didn’t say a word to her.  Then, she heard him get up and turn on the water in the sink next to the bathroom.  She guessed he was cleaning up.  A few seconds later, she felt a prickly sensation running against her face.  He was using her toothbrush to clean up his cum from her cheeks and forehead and lips.  She knew better than to protest.  He stuck the toothbrush in her mouth.  “There you go, cum sucker.  Enjoy that.”

       

       She kept the toothbrush in her mouth as she listened to him put on his clothes and buckle the belt around his waist.  “I’ll call you later tonight, cunt, and I’ll see you early tomorrow morning.”  She heard the door open again and he was gone.

       Still blindfolded, she had no idea what he looked like.

To be continued.

       Alone again in the motel room, a thousand miles away from her home, Mira cried while standing under the hot water of the shower.   She carefully scrubbed the dried cum from her face and gingerly cleaned her bruised and battered tits.   As she cried, she realized that the tears weren’t from the pain of the beating she had endured or even the rough treatment that he had given her.  Rather, she cried because he had left and she was alone.  She wondered when he would return, not worrying about the tortures that might await her when that happened, but just desperate to hear his voice and smell his scent in the air once more.  She washed her swollen eyes, slipped into a nightgown and cried herself to sleep on the stained and disgusting motel room bed.

       A few hours later, Sir returned unannounced, letting himself in with the key Mira had given him.  He watched her as she slept, curled up in the fetal position.  Coldly, he walked over, lifted the edge of the blanket from her face and slapped her hard in the face while grabbing her by the hair.

       “Did I give you permission to take a shower, you filthy cunt?” he growled.

       She slowly opened her eyes, forgetting for a moment where she was, and for the first time in her life, she looked up to see her Master’s face.  Despite the angry look in his eyes and the pain she felt from his hand in her hair, she smiled widely at him.  “Hi, Sir,” she said and then she sighed contentedly.

       This wasn’t the reaction he was expecting.  He pulled her up, her body struggling to keep up as he dragged her to the floor by her hair.  He forced her to kneel with her head on the ground and her ass in the air.  “Don’t you ever look at me without my permission, you worthless fucking whore!”  He unbuckled his belt and slid it through the loops of his pants, folded it over and began whipping her exposed back without mercy. 

       It was still surreal to her.  She had been asleep just seconds ago and now was enduring her second beating of the day at his hands.  She told herself to focus and tried with all her might to hold the position and not scream out as the belt flew into her skin.  As he hit her, he told her over and over again, that she was a whore and a cunt and a worthless piece of shit who needed to learn her place.  She concentrated on breathing and told herself that this is how she deserved to be treated, like an object who exists only for the pleasure of her Master.

       Soon he grew tired of hitting her and stood behind her, kicking her legs apart.  Her head was still pressed against the ground and he began kicking her in the ass, making her grunt from the pain.  Then he stood in front of her and pulled her head up by her hair, forcing his boots in her face.  She kissed them reverently and then began licking the sides and then the sole of his shoes, lovingly, as if it were her great honor to do so.  

       “You’re nothing to me, do you know that, pig?” he asked her as she licked the bottom of his boot.  She nodded and he kicked her lightly in the face.  “Never nod at me, cunt.  You’re not my equal in any way.  You answer ‘yes, Sir,’ or ‘no, Sir,’ do you understand me?” 

       “Yes, Sir,” she said, keeping her eyes on the ground.  Her back ached and in the back of her mind she was sickened imagining what could be on the bottom of his shoes.  She reminded herself that no matter what disgusting substance was stuck in the groves of his boots, she mattered less than even that.  Dog shit, dirt, grass and sand, all were better than her.  She was truly nothing, truly worthless, truly broken on the floor at his feet, where she knew that she belonged.

       He pulled her to her feet and slapped her in the face again.  This time, she never raised her eyes to his face.  He pushed her down to the bed and lifted the edge of her nightgown.

       “I’m going to fuck your ass now, cunt.  Do you want to have the honor of having my magnificent cock in your disgusting filthy ass?” 

       She was terrified.  Never in her life had she been taken back there.  Even the idea of it disgusted her.  Yet she knew that this is what she needed.  She needed to bow to his will, no matter how gross or unnatural it felt to her.  “Yes, Sir, I would do anything for you to fuck my ass, Sir.”

       He was surprised by how fast she was catching on.  He reached down between her legs and felt the wetness of her cunt.  Slapping her bruised ass cheek, he pulled off his pants and underwear and put his fist around his hard cock, pumping it and getting ready to hurt her with it.

       She closed her eyes as tightly as she could and bit her lip, preparing herself for what was to come.  He rubbed the head of his cock against her wet cunt lips, teasing her with it.  “I don’t know if you deserve my cock, pig.  I don’t know why I would desecrate my dick by putting it into your sloppy disgusting asshole.  Tell me why you deserve my cock, cunt.”

       She moaned as he moved the head of his cock from her clit to her asshole and back again.  “I, uhhh, Sir, I don’t deserve it, Sir, but I would do anything for you.  I am a worthless, disgusting piece of meat and I exist only to suffer for your pleasure, Sir.  My whole life has lead up to this moment, Sir.”  She couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her life.  It was like she was on auto-pilot and some strange part of her that had never existed until Sir had created her had taken control of her body.

       “That’s right, cunt, you don’t deserve this.  Do you know what you do deserve?  You deserve to drink my piss and maybe on one special, special day, you might one day deserve to eat my shit, what do you think about that?”

       Again, no hesitation from Mira.  “Yes, Sir, I deserve to have my mouth filled with your piss and your shit and I’d thank you for both, Sir.  It would be an honor to drink your piss and eat your shit.” 

       At that, he started pressing the head of his cock into her ass.  Lubed only by the juices from her cunt and his pre-cum, it was so tight that it actually hurt him to try to force it in.  Mira’s head exploded with pain.  She had heard the expression “blinding pain” before and now she knew what it meant.  Her vision became nothing but a bright white light as her brain tried frantically to detach itself from the torture that was happening to her asshole.  She moaned and buried her face into the dirty bedspread.  She was determined to endure whatever he needed her to take in order for him to mark her as his own.

       He grunted as he pressed himself into her ass.  Every millimeter felt like a victory as he rammed himself into his willing little slave girl.  Her muscles strained against his cock and her back arched from the pain.  When the head of his cock was finally inside her, he reached up, grabbed her by the hips and slammed himself inside of her.

       She screamed into the bedspread.  The pain was surreal in its intensity.  She couldn’t imagine that childbirth could be worse than that.  Her whole asshole felt like it was being ripped apart and coated with acid.  It burned and it ached and she briefly wondered if he had torn her apart back there.  A patina of sweat appeared on her back and tears now fell freely from her eyes.  Still, she didn’t tell him to stop or try in any way to get away from this brutal assault.

       He was all the way inside of her then, his balls brushing against her shaved pussy.  He reached down and picked up his belt, still warm from beating her earlier, and wrapped it around her neck.  She gurgled as it cut into her windpipe.  He took the ends of the belt and pulled it tight against her throat and began fucking her, pulling his cock nearly out of her ass and then slamming it back in. 

       The sounds coming out of her mouth were inhuman.  Her whole world had been reduced to this moment.  Her mind couldn’t concentrate on anything except forcing herself not to protest this invasion.  The tears were flowing hard now as she repeated over and over to herself, “This is what you deserve.  You’re here to please him and this is the use he needs from you.”  He slammed her into the bed, literally fucking the wind out of her lungs, and choked her with the belt.  He cared nothing for her pain or her pleasure, just using her as a piece of meat and a sheathe for his cock.

       “Take it, you piece of shit,” he growled at her, still pistoning in and out of her as brutally as he could.  “Open yourself up for me and take my cock up your filthy, disgusting ass.”  She moaned and tried to push back onto his cock, trying so hard to please him despite the agonizing pain rippling through her anus. 

       She was nothing, an empty vessel who existed only for the pleasure of this violent, sadistic man.  Her earlier life as a daughter and a sister and a friend meant nothing to her at this moment.  She belonged to him, her heart, her body and her soul, and anything he wanted to do to her was a gift from him in her mind.   She tried to stop herself from screaming or from passing out, concentrating on breathing and pushing back onto his cock, trying hard to ignore the pain and the light-headedness caused by the belt against her throat.

       Finally, he was coming close to his release.  Growling, he sped up the pace of his assault.  She started to moan and then to wail softly, gurgling when he’d pull the belt tighter against her windpipe.  “Do you want my cum up your ass, cunt?”

       Her voice was barely a throaty whisper.  It was wracked with pain and stifled by the choking belt.  “Yes, Sir, please.  I’d do anything to have your cum up my disgusting ass.”

       That was all he needed to hear.  Groaning, he came inside of her, pulling the belt tight and cutting off her air supply completely.  She felt the world go black and she passed out, her last thought a feeling of pride that he had indeed taken her ass virginity and had cum inside of her bowels.

       A few minutes later, she was awakened with a splash of water across her face.  “Get up, bitch,” he ordered.  Wincing, she struggled to her feet.  He pulled her down by the hair and forced her to kneel at his feel.  He pushed his cock against her lips.  “Clean your filthy ass off of my cock, pig,” he told her.  She didn’t hesitate, taking him in her mouth reverently and licking off every speck.

       

       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.”