…the need to be really abused? The real need to be taken, tied, beaten, slapped about and practically knocked unconscious?
To be grabbed and chained. To have the clothes torn from your body a piece at a time, knowing that you brought no other garments with you, knowing that you’ll soon be naked under the gaze of onlookers.
To be viciously spanked then caned and have your hair pulled? Then dragged before a group of others, shown off, displayed, offered and forced to do dirty things? A whore for their common use.
To be used as a cum bucket, fuck toy, a set of holes to be plugged and raped? Your cunt filled with all manner of things designed to humiliate and scare you. Strap-ons, dildos and sex toys bigger than you’ve ever dared look at. Thrown to the floor and pissed on from all directions with no-where to turn? Drugged and left to pass out knowing there are others still waiting to use you, hurt you, fill you and degrade you?
Then to realise that to add to your shame, they’ve thrown money at you. Wet dripping bank notes stick to the floor and your piss soaked skin. Bank notes they’ve spunked on and wiped over your face leaving you knowing you’re the sleaziest of whores. The cheapest, lowest form of human sex toy there is.
No, just me then. Whoops.