Look in that mirror. Take a good look. You deserve this the way you dress and act. Look how pathetic you are naked with your own panties still stained cause of how wet you got while I stripped you. Don’t look away I don’t want you to miss it. I want you to see the moment you cum on your rapists cock. So that it really washes over you. You deserved this.

    darkwinterposts

    I wanna date a chick who was molested and sexually abused as a little girl. I want to be knuckle deep in her sopping wet cunt while she recalls every little detail of her abuse. Her juices flowing down my arm while her tears roll down her cheeks. Is that really too much to ask for?

    extremebbw32

    Wish I could find this type of guy who really wants my pussy. *blush*

    troubledkatieuk

    omg those words

    He hit her so hard, and so often, these days, that she walked around in a perpetual state of confused delirium. He beat her with his fists and he didn't think twice about punching her in the head anymore.

    As long as she stayed tight, and thin, and did what she was told, then she was pretty sure that the head injuries she was incurring weren't resulting in irreversible damage.

    The kicking, though, was a relatively new line of attack, and her ribs took the brunt of it, and he couldn't always be relied upon anymore to stop at the point of bones snapping.

    He didn't give a fuck about her. He just saw her as trash; unloved and unloveable trash, and he didn't see why he should treat her any differently, seen as the violence kept his cock hard.

    Beach

    We agreed that, at 33, we needed to make the most of your still young body, before men stopped taking an interest in you, and stopped noticing you. I decided I’d take you to the beach for the day.

    I bought you a bikini, that would fit a slim, still developing sixth-former. Tiny. Far too small for you. It barely covered your breasts, they spilled out everywhere and would be completely on show. Your ass would be barely covered too, and the outline of your pussy could clearly be seen.

    Once at the beach, you undressed, stripping down to your tight, tiny bikini. You were desperately embarrassed, utterly mortified and humiliated. Fading marks and bruises that I’d given you a few days before were clearly visible on your breasts, and, just about visible, were the outline of various words I’d written on your body with black marker pen a couple of days ago: Cunt. Rape toy. Fuckpig. Bruise me. Slut. Choke me. I told you to walk up and down the crowded beach. I watched as groups of men and women stared at you, pointing you out, laughing at you. I heard one guy call you a slut and saw a respectable looking older woman call you over, offer you a towel to cover yourself with, and then turn away in disgust as she saw the bruised breasts, the graphic, faded writing on your body. By the time you got back to me, everyone was staring. You sat down next to me, tears in your eyes, utterly defeated and publicly humiliated.

    Good little fuck, I whispered.

    Pointless

    When you’re not on your back, or bent over, with a thick cock rammed deep inside you, then I struggle to see the point of you. When you’re not being fucked, hurt, torn, broken or bruised, then you’re just taking up space, space that can be filled by fully-functioning, independent women, who have interesting things to add, to contribute.

    You can only ever contribute by offering up your ass, cunt or throat. When cocks are stuffed inside you, you have a purpose. When your body is being hurt, your breasts twisted, and your breathing compromised by a cock in your throat, then your existence is meaningful.

    Every time I choose to hurt your body, I am making your life have some sense of worth, stopping you from being an invisible, pointless, useless piece of nothingness. So thank me when my hands are hurting you, when I’m trying to ram my fist into your pussy, when my fingers are bruising your skin. These are your very best moments.

    You might not realise it at the time, when you’re desperately trying to push me away, and the tears are flowing. But I’m using you, in any way that pleases me, with no limits. For my complete enjoyment. This really should make you feel overwhelming gratitude towards me. There are plenty of other women out there who would want to be where you are now. You’re so fucking lucky, I tell you, as my fist ploughs its way into your cunt, deeper and deeper and deeper, making you squirm and fight.

    dumbworthlessfucktoys3

    Why go for broken girls? Cause it's just that much easier to prey on past-trauma. To prey on her vulnerabilities. Father didn't give her enough time? A single mom that was always working? Bullied at school? Or just a girl that ended up on tumblr and got brainwashed? It's all the same.

    Fact is, they're desperate, needy and we'll all be dead in a few years anyway. So why not exploit them some more?

    You know you want it, so why waste time? Like this, or message daddy saying "I'm broken, daddy" and we'll get straight to the part where you get exploited for my sick desires.

    dumbworthlessfucktoys3

    I'm waiting, cunt.

    troubledkatieuk

    i pmed you sir x

    dumbworthlessfucktoys3

    Why go for broken girls? Cause it's just that much easier to prey on past-trauma. To prey on her vulnerabilities. Father didn't give her enough time? A single mom that was always working? Bullied at school? Or just a girl that ended up on tumblr and got brainwashed? It's all the same.

    Fact is, they're desperate, needy and we'll all be dead in a few years anyway. So why not exploit them some more?

    You know you want it, so why waste time? Like this, or message daddy saying "I'm broken, daddy" and we'll get straight to the part where you get exploited for my sick desires.