As usual, when Uncle J (@degrade-and-ruin) picked me up from the bart station he checked that I was not wearing panties and fingered me before I got in the car. The first thing he did was give me a homemade edible and insist I eat it all. I already knew he was trying to fuck me up. That edible is the reason why I can only remember parts of our session unless he reminds me they happened. He threatened to break my fingers if I didn’t rub my pussy while we drove to his house.

For the court case that J says is inevitable, and to keep me in line when I get silly ideas about trying to get away, he records most of our sessions. Although getting gangbanged isn’t one of my fetishes, it’s also something I could see myself trying some day. Because I’m a big baby and J is a generous man, we struck a deal that if I begged to be fucked by strangers on camera, he would make sure none of them fucked my ass.

I think at this point I was starting to feel the edible. My vision was wavy and I felt air headed, I giggled as he left my fate up to the roll of online dice to decide how many strangers would be allowed to fuck me. I was high enough that the thought of being fucked by six men made me smile.

Being an independent woman and feminist, I recently made the decision to stop shaving completely. My legs, my armpits, everything. “That’s nice,” he said, “but I’m going to shave your cunt.” My heart fucking sank. No one had ever done anything even remotely like that to me. But my mind was swimming and the idea turned me on, and I didn’t even struggle as he cuffed my wrists and ankles together to keep me spread. I asked about my legs. “Your cunt is the only part that really matters,” was his reply.

I was letting myself relax while he shaved my cunt bare, but he would constantly keep me on edge, humiliating me, touching my hypersensitive skin gently, trying not to cut me, ignoring my clit completely. “A shitpig like you shouldn’t be allowed to keep its pubic hair. Don’t you want your pussy to look like a cute little girl’s?” He fucked with my insecurities and everything he said echoed and stuck into my inebriated, vulnerable brain. “You sure do grow in thick and wiry, huh? Your pussy will look better like this.”

At one point he had to switch the blade. He brought a new one from the bathroom and threw the old one on my stomach, making me scream. He knew I had a thing for blood play but when I was high the thought of a sharp metal in my skin made me queasy. I was begging him not to cut me or hurt me and he used it to his advantage.

“Just wait till I’m using this on your clit,” he said, going back to shaving my cunt. “And not the hood–the sensitive part.” and the thought of a blade anywhere even near my over swollen, vulnerable clit made me hyperventilate and beg him not to.

“I’ll tell you what, all you have to say is ‘please don’t cut my little boy cock’ and I won’t.”

I was stuck between bad and worse and I was too fucked up to think of a way out. I was fucked up enough that even if he was bluffing I didn’t want to find out. I was fucked up enough that finally giving in and calling my clit a little boy’s cock was better than having a razor sharp blade put up against it. He had his fingers on my clit, exposing the sensitive hidden part, and I was scared, and turned on, and probably wet, so after hesitating, after hating myself in my mind for ever letting this man put me in such a situation, I gave in. “Not to me,” he reminded me, “ask the camera.” I asked the camera not to cut my little boy cock. Even typing it is hard.

“There we go,” he said, stroking my clit, turning me on even when I didn’t want to be “you finally admitted it to yourself.”

He cleaned me off and I think at this point he had me eat his ass. It’s the best way I could thank him. He slapped my freshly shaved cunt while I stuck my tongue as far up into his ass as possible. He made sure my tongue was buried in his asshole before he farted on my face, several times, all recorded ): and he would hit me if I pulled away or stopped.

Then he tried fucking my ass. I say tried because, as I’ve mentioned, I’m a huge baby and can’t take his thick dick up my butthole. My pussy was already torn from being an idiot and not letting it heal from our last session, and the thought of him inside me made me too nervous. He would get the head in and I would immediately psych myself out.

Okay, this part is blurry. I don’t remember exactly how I ended up as a quadruped, where exactly in the haze of events he duct taped my calves to the backs of my thighs and my forearms to my arms, and my hands into useless balls of duct tape. But I know for the next part I was already duct taped like an animal and forced to crawl into the bathroom.

“I have something that’ll make you feel better,” he said, opening a bottle of champagne in possibly the most irresponsible way I’ve ever seen. He had me squat over it and it slipped into my ass. Slowly he helped me onto all fours. “The great thing about alcohol is you can absorb it through an enema.” He tipped it over and I felt it rush into my ass. For a second it felt okay but as i felt the bubbles start to tickle my sore asshole and rush into my colon my stomach started to cramp up. I almost started to cry as it became unbearable and asked him to stop, trying to sit back up and get away from the bottle, and he let me. We were both pretty disappointed so much champagne was left in the bottle, but he said I got plenty in my ass anyway.

I learned the hard way that it’s better to clean myself up before sessions with him. He had me crawl into the shower and had me squat over a glass and push the champagne in my ass back out into it. When I was done he had me turn back around. The champagne was murky and had bits of white stuff floating around in it, but I still drank down what he poured into my mouth. He also poured me a couple more glasses of the champagne still in the bottle (also murky with stuff in it) before the night was over and one more in the morning before breakfast.

Since we were already in the shower he decided the timing was right to piss on my face. Feeling shaken up, having his cock in my mouth was familiar and comforting, and he let me eagerly nurse on his cock, sucking it into my mouth even as he began to urinate. I’m a novice to drinking piss, so he was patient with me and waited for me to struggle to swallow before he continued filling up my mouth. My hands were still taped up and I couldn’t even wipe the piss from my eyes.

I spent most of getting cleaned up sitting there uselessly with my head against the tiles replaying our session in my head. When we washed off he cut the duct tape off me had me eat his ass more and continued to humiliate me, once by making me suck on fingers fresh from his ass while he used a freakishly strong vibrator on my clit. There’s nothing more fucking humiliating than feeling clean and blissful fresh out of the shower and being forced to stick my tongue up his ass while he farts.

I was still fucked up and light headed from several hard hits to my head and face. My cheeks were red and swollen. He decided to be nice to me and had me lay back as he worked a vibrator on my clit. I’d revealed to him that I can never cum with a partner, and he was using it to his full advantage. He pulled back my hood and worked the vibe at full speed against my clit. I was so relieved to be doing something else that I didn’t even try to make him stop. He’d cut off my air supply when I got too loud, I remember staring into his eyes while my chest burned, looking but not really seeing him, just trying to plead with my eyes to let me breathe. He kept me shuddering, hyperventilating, and desperate, right on the brink of orgasm but no way to achieve it. “You can’t cum, so there’s no real stopping point. We can just do this till I get bored,” holding me down while I tried to get my hips away from the vibe. I vaguely remember wishing he would put a finger up my ass once I got desperate enough but not wanting to ask.

I don’t remember how or why we stopped. I was exhausted and drifting between reality and a hazy dream state. I was grateful when he finally let me sleep, even if it was in a cage by the side of the bed. I tried to cum while I was in there, but there wasn’t enough room and I knew if I started rubbing my clit I would just drive myself crazy. He fell asleep instantly and I was curled up in the cage with an aching pussy, desperate to fall asleep without an orgasm.

[Editor's note: You forgot the part where I told you that only whores have shaved cunts as I shaved your cunt.]

I picked her up at her parent’s house around 10:00 at night. She was coming back to my place to play, but it was late and I thought it would be nice to stop and get coffee first, so I headed to North Beach. On the way, I offered her some pot - I wanted to make sure she was good and stoned and her judgment impaired. We parked in my favorite parking garage, up on the top floor, where there are both fantastic views of the San Francisco skyline, and views directly in through the windows of surrounding apartments.

As we got out of the car, I hugged her and spit in her face and mouth. Glancing over to where an Asian woman was stirring a large pot in her one-room apartment (the parking garage borders Chinatown), I turned back to her, and said “kneel and suck.” She sank down and crouched, her back to my car, as I pushed my cock between her lips. I fucked her face roughly, savoring her gagging noises as my cock hit the back of her throat and the panicked look in her eyes when I blocked her airway for too long.

I pulled out, and she looked up at me, drool running down her chin, and asked “please can I have you inside me?” I was surprised. Public play has been a limit of hers, but it seems like the pot was doing its job - and besides, like I’ve told her over and over, a shitpig like her isn’t allowed to have limits like normal girls do.

I had her pull her leggings down to her knees and bend over the hood of my car while I took pictures, then thrust my cock inside her and fucked her hard, whispering in her ear, “If anyone sees us, they’ll just assume that you’re a whore. But that’s not fair. A whore would refuse to do the things you do for free.”

Finally, I gripped her hair, and pulled her away from my car and into a corner of the parking structure, where she crouched, gasping. I smacked her face with my erect cock. There were smears of red on it from her cunt. “Clean it off.” She whimpered and turned away. I hit her face again with my cock, harder. “What’s the matter? You don’t like sucking your period blood off a cock?” She shook her head, and I filed her disgust away for later … it’s important to me to focus in on anything she finds disgusting. Maybe I’ll start finding women on their period for her to lick clean.

I slapped her harder, with my hand this time. “Open your fucking mouth. You know how this goes. You know you’re not allowed to say no.” She relented, and with a look of revulsion, opened her mouth for me to slide my bloody cock into. I pushed her head back into the corner, and thrust into her mouth, in and out, holding her skull against the concrete with one hand as I did. I took a moment to enjoy the feeling of her tongue on me, before I thrust as far in as I could. I held my cock there, feeling it nestled against the back of her throat, and began to piss down her throat.

At first she didn’t realize what was happening. When she did, she tried to turn her head away, but my grip on her hair was too strong, and I kept pissing, filling her mouth, throat, and belly. Some trickled out of her mouth, and I snapped “SWALLOW” at her. She did.

I stopped pissing, tucked my cock back into my pants, and pulled her to her feet. I turned her face to mine. “Look at me.” She tried to turn away. “LOOK AT ME!” She did, meeting my eyes with hers. Her eyes were green and very frightened. “Keep looking at me. Look into my eyes. I want you to tell me, ten times, that you are a urinal.”

She shook her head, and looked away again, “I can’t.”
“You can.”“
No…”
I slapped her hard. “Say it. Ten times. Now. Look me in the eyes and say it now.“She swallowed hard, and when she looked back at me, I could see the disgust in her eyes. The self-loathing.

"I am a urinal.”
“I am a urinal.”

A long pause. “I’ll tick them off on my fingers,” I told her, “you just keep going.”

“I am a urinal.”
“I am a urinal.”
“I am a urinal.”
“I am a urinal.”
“I am a urinal.”

I watched her eyes as a piece of her died, replaced by acceptance. The last three came in a rush.

“I am a urinal. I am a urinal. I am a urinal.”

This girl had a rape fetish, with some very specific elements. Ski masks. Threats. Unlubricated anal. She wanted to be raped, wanted it to hurt badly, and wanted to be terrified.

Eventually, we come to an arrangement. She gives me her home address and her work address. She tells me when she’ll be sleeping and when she’ll be at work alone, and leaves her apartment door unlocked.

It was 2 AM, several weeks later. I was waiting outside her apartment. I had a black hooded sweatshirt, a balaclava with a terrifying white skull emblazoned across the face, handcuffs, and a wartenburg wheel. I slid her front door open carefully, and let my eyes adjust to the darkness slowly. Her bed was off to one side of the room, and from the moonlight through the blinds, I could see that she was lying face down in bed, naked, snoring softly.

She woke up when I wrenched her hands behind her and handcuffed them in place. She gasped and made a little terrified squeak when I brought my skull-mask-face close to hers and said “You made a mistake. I’m going to fucking ruin you.“ Her blue eyes were wide and terrified.

I climbed atop her, and pushed her legs apart. She struggled some, but I got a good grip on her hair, and she stopped struggling when I held the wartenburg wheel to her neck. If you can’t see what it is, it feels like a knife. I pushed my cock up against her asshole, and growled through my mask “I could do anything to you. With the texts I have saved nobody would ever believe it was rape.” And then, putting my full weight behind it, I thrust full length into her.

At first her ass was almost painfully tight, especially without lubricant, but as I fucked her and threatened her, her cunt got more and more wet. I stuck my fingers into her cunt, and rubbed her juices on my cock. I growled again, “You little whore. You get off on strangers raping your ass?”

I said things as my cock worked inside her. “This is your punishment for being such a whore,” and, “I want you to come. If you come that means it isn’t rape, no matter how much you cry,” and, “When your boyfriend fucks you, I know you’ll wish it was me. You won’t be able to stop thinking about my cock in your ass. That’s the kind of slut you are. You prefer your rapist’s cock over your boyfriend’s.”

She made tiny, pained noises as I fucked her, like a hurt animal.

I told her I had given her address to other men I knew, and that they would be visiting as well.

Finally, using her hair to pull her back onto my cock as I fucked her, I exploded, filling her ass with my semen. I pulled out, and wiped my cock on her face and hair, leaving them both streaked with blood.

Leaving her cuffed and crying, leaking blood and semen from her gaping hole, I removed a large steel plug from my bag, and as she watched, coated it in tiger balm. I jammed it roughly up her ass, and saw her eyes widen as she felt the sting of the balm against her abraded skin.

I held the wartenburg wheel to her neck again, leaned close to her face, and growled through the mask, “You leave that plug in until you get off work. I want to know that you kept your rapists cum inside you like a good little slut. If you take it out, I’ll know, and I’ll be back, and I’ll cut your fucking cunt open.”

Finally, I pulled a digital camera from my bag, and took photos. Photos of her face, contorted in fear. Photos of her ass, stretched to accommodate the plug. Photos of her hands, twisted and purpling from the cuffs. It was still dark in the room, so each flash was like a slap to the face for her.

Then I unlocked the handcuffs and left. Before I left, I set a monster energy on her desk. She had to get up at 5 AM for work, and I am nothing if not considerate.

A Good Try at Humiliation

Fishing Line

First Meeting