Beth likes this guy. 07
Ben looked up, broke my gaze, and addressed the crowd, which had now grown to about 16 people. "If you don't fuck her hard enough, she won't come. That's why she's so eager. She may scream and cry, but don't stop until you hear her scream as she orgasms."
Ben stood up and walked between the men. I can see some money changing hands. Jarvis stood up too and gently buried my head in the gravel and dirt. He was involved in financial transactions in some way. Suddenly, both Ben and Mr. Jarvis jumped in our car and drove off! I was lying on the dirty floor with gravel in my ass crack and my husband, or rather my ex-husband, was missing!
I was confused and had a headache, but things didn't stop or slow down. Immediately two burly men stepped forward and grabbed me, each holding one of my feet. My silver heels matched my skirt and top, but I was covered in black dust and tarmac that felt hot and sharp, much of which had found its way into the crack of my ass. But as the men started dragging me by my ankles, one of them grabbed each leg, spread them wide open, and dragged them toward the back door of Tito's Bar. My poor ass was cut open, both on my buttocks and on both my cheeks. the entire area in between. Sharp tarlike gravel collected in my crack and began to tear with the scrape. Some sharp stones entered my anus, and of course some were pushed into my vagina, which was even more painful due to the newly burned blisters.
At first I waved my arms, trying to get the men to stop, but suddenly, as the pain and humiliation subsided, I found myself reacting and that perverted, shit-eating grin returned to my face. A fresh-faced young student walked up to me and witnessed my predicament, I just smiled and said to him, "My ass is skinny...even my asshole." He looked at me strangely and said, "But I Like. "Is that you, whore?" "I feel so useless and it brings tears to my eyes just thinking about how useless I am, but I know that the disgusting, perverted, masochistic whore happened to be "me" who did that and... There are a thousand other horrible things that really deserve to be punished. I absolutely loved it from the Punisher's point of view, and so did everyone else watching the prostitutes get punished, physically violated, and humiliated. It's a primal feeling that's very satisfying if you're lucky enough to witness it.
But suddenly something clicked in my mind and I felt a thrill because I realized, not for the first time, that I was lucky enough to be a prostitute, the only person with a female body that I could punish, because that was the only person I could punish. Only in this way can we truly appreciate the immeasurable impact of this evil greed. Everyone else is in the dark, trying to imagine what this must feel like for me. But I knew both sides, I knew how hard they were on me, I knew why, I could feel every trace of their sadistic pleasure; but I could also feel the consequences. I could feel the damage on my nerves, my skin, my body and ultimately my soul and heart. While this is excruciating, it makes the sadism all the more fulfilling!
Even my crazy schizophrenic reaction of splitting into two selves was part of the damage. The pain and humiliation split my soul in two: the part of me that identifies with the sadism and happily accepts the harshest and harshest punishments as if they were inflicted on others, and the victim part of me that is unbearable Torn and twisted by pain, she could only find solace in the narrative that it was indeed all my fault, my sin, and that I opened my kinky legs to anyone who wanted me as a just reward.
Because of course I invited this, because I am essentially a non-human, an animal, an out-of-control slut whore, existing in a realm that is completely beyond forgiveness or mercy. I am absolutely disgusting and should be treated accordingly.
The sadist in me is very passionate about connecting with men and showing them camaraderie. Our shared goal was to completely destroy my female parts and any other attractive or feminine aspects of myself. Destroy everything that inspires our crazy desires!
The masochist in me blamed herself entirely and offered up every inch of her slutty vagina, her ass, her breasts, her soft mouth and her sexy female body because she believed it was the right thing to do: her Definitely worth it. Because she is such a worthless, disgusting bitch.
But there is also a form of pleasure-seeking here, for in ungodly feelings, in hormonal delirium of which most people are unaware, it is easy to confuse pain with pleasure, and beginners begin to crave it, eventually need it, and rush Give every opportunity a chance to experience the crazy, irresistible fireworks that can happen when pain and pleasure collide and combine.
And the physical needs and desires became extremely strong inside me. Overnight I became addicted and completely out of control.
“You like it because it hurts you,” the student said, walking up to me. I looked up from my position and smiled evilly, my ass cheeks scratched as I was dragged across the floor.
"Yes," I said, my brutally honest little girl voice coming out of nowhere. "I need it because it hurts me."
"You are sick!!" he shouted to the crowd, clapping his hands violently. "Do you know what they're going to do to you?"
"Hmm...don't you want to fuck my pussy?"
"Of course, but first...? Don't you know? Didn't anyone tell you?" But now we were at the back door of the bar and the taller of the two men grabbed me by the armpits and put me on the floor. We then came to the back room, a sort of storage room with boxes, equipment and maybe some "entertainment items" that must have had a place in the pub long ago. There were pinball machines and VCRs, and a pool table off to the side, but front and center was a giant mechanical bull that looked like it had just been pulled out and dusted off this morning. The power cord spans several boxes and is awkward to plug in. Enter the wall. I suddenly realized that this was all for my benefit.
Two guys were doing it, standing on either side of the bull's hind legs, gluing something to the broad wooden saddle and dripping it onto random little objects. As the guys took me closer to the bull, I realized they were using a crazy suggestion that these little objects were actually oversized thumbtacks that were stuck to the bull's saddle with the pointed end pointing upwards!
"Oh my gosh!" I was shocked and surprised when I realized what they were glued to. The blond student caught my attention and chuckled at me. He mouthed "But you like pain..." and shrugged. I could see him straighten up. I looked around and realized that if he was upright, then everyone here was upright too. I felt like the wind had been blown out of me, but while my "victim" side was in tears, my "sadist" side was also grinning like an idiot. My aching, gritty pussy started leaking juice profusely.
One by one, two bearded men hammer big thumbtacks into the bull's saddle, making it impossible to guess who will ride the bull. I watched in awe as they slowly and methodically completed their task, the crazy glue drying quickly as they attached each nail. There must have been a hundred large, sharp nails glued to this wooden object that resembled a bull's saddle, most of them pointing straight up, right in the middle where the gusset of a woman's panties might have stopped as she straddled the saddle. But many of the places are also where a lady's buttocks might come into contact as she'd be tossed wildly back and forth, repeatedly lifted out of the saddle and then thrown back into the saddle while the mechanical bull went wild and wild on the ride Wobbly predictably. Many also appear on the sides where a woman's inner thighs may touch.
But I wasn't wearing any underwear. I don't have gussets or any other material to protect me from the scary oversized nails! Whenever the bulls wobbled, they pierced my delicate skin and repeatedly slammed my crotch and butt against the bridle-covered saddle!
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