Whore

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He knew I was a whore, that’s why he picked me. He must have been watching me for months, even possibly years. I knew the only thing on his mind once he had control of me was to hurt me. Make me suffer from being a little slut. I wondered if he had a teen daughter at home that he couldn’t get his hands on, so I was the victim instead. I was completely focused on masturbating. I was toying with my slick wet pussy, getting it all worked up for my new toy. It was slick and smooth and slid in and out of my pussy with slight resistance. I was just taking that cock, making it mine as I slid it in and out of my cunt. Suddenly though, I was interrupted by a rough hand holding my house and shoving the toy deeper in my cunt. I heard the words “You like that slut?” before everything went dark. When I woke up it was pitch black and I was tied up. I struggled, and tried to scream when I realized a ball gag was in my mouth. Where was I? What was this man going to do to my teen body? Soon I knew. Soon he was there, being brutally rough with my body. Calling me a whore and slut and making me repeat after him. He made me talk through his cock in my mouth as he pushed my head down as far as he could. I was helplessly his whore, and the whole time my bald pussy was dripping wet. Why? Because I am a whore, and only whore’s get treated like this.

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