The Journey [Fiction]

stalemate · 07-15-2015, 01:18 PM

She looked in the mirror and it made it sick to her stomach. Her body covered in bruises and bitemarks. Her once bright red hair half cut and soaked in piss. Her little b-cup breast were bright red and burnt all over, her nipples swollen and hard. Her once fiery cunt now freshly shaven. Writing covered her body, everything from “flat” across her chest to “Out of service please use other hole” above her crotch. Even her forehead read “WHORE” and she couldn’t help but agree.

What disgusted her most however wasn’t how she looked or any of the horrifying things she was made to do it was something far worse. She wished she could stop it, she didn’t want to be like this but couldn’t help herself, she hated herself for doing it but she was compelled. She was butt-naked, surrounded by the smell of piss and urinal cakes the cold tile freezing her feet, standing there staring at her broken self and she was fingering herself like it was the first time something has been in her cunt.

It was a truth she couldn’t escape from no matter how much she wanted to, there was no denying it, she couldn’t hide it and she hated herself for it yet she liked it, on some level she liked it, on some twisted level despite how hellish the whole thing was it felt like the best thing that ever happened. She was naked in a guys washroom, after being left their like trash, completely degraded and humiliated and she liked it, she had never been more turned on in her life.

She needed to pull herself together, gather what was left of her torn clothes and try to get home. Take a shower wash away the ink and try to forget what happened try to go back and pretend none of this ever happened. She knew that’s what she needed to do but her body would not move, all she could do was stare and what she had become and shove her fingers into her raw cunt. She felt like throwing up, part of her wanted to die. She was so disgusted by herself yet she did nothing, she was in a trance, completely consumed. What if someone came in, what if someone saw her, what if her parents found out. She couldn’t take the thoughts, she couldn’t take the reality, she just stood there in a daze, fingering her cunt and staring at the shell that was once her.

She finally orgasmed and collapsed on the floor in her a puddle of her own juices. How did she get to this point, how did she turn into that thing she saw in the mirror she wondered. Was it always in her, a part of her biding it’s time waiting to come out or did recent events somehow transform her. It was the last thing she wanted to think about, she just wanted to run and hide, but her mind needed to process. It played in her head over and over again, and yet she still didn’t understand why, she still couldn’t move.

07-15-2015, 01:18 PM	#1
stalemate Junior Member Join Date: Jun 2015 Posts: 13	The Journey [Fiction] She looked in the mirror and it made it sick to her stomach. Her body covered in bruises and bitemarks. Her once bright red hair half cut and soaked in piss. Her little b-cup breast were bright red and burnt all over, her nipples swollen and hard. Her once fiery cunt now freshly shaven. Writing covered her body, everything from “flat” across her chest to “Out of service please use other hole” above her crotch. Even her forehead read “WHORE” and she couldn’t help but agree. What disgusted her most however wasn’t how she looked or any of the horrifying things she was made to do it was something far worse. She wished she could stop it, she didn’t want to be like this but couldn’t help herself, she hated herself for doing it but she was compelled. She was butt-naked, surrounded by the smell of piss and urinal cakes the cold tile freezing her feet, standing there staring at her broken self and she was fingering herself like it was the first time something has been in her cunt. It was a truth she couldn’t escape from no matter how much she wanted to, there was no denying it, she couldn’t hide it and she hated herself for it yet she liked it, on some level she liked it, on some twisted level despite how hellish the whole thing was it felt like the best thing that ever happened. She was naked in a guys washroom, after being left their like trash, completely degraded and humiliated and she liked it, she had never been more turned on in her life. She needed to pull herself together, gather what was left of her torn clothes and try to get home. Take a shower wash away the ink and try to forget what happened try to go back and pretend none of this ever happened. She knew that’s what she needed to do but her body would not move, all she could do was stare and what she had become and shove her fingers into her raw cunt. She felt like throwing up, part of her wanted to die. She was so disgusted by herself yet she did nothing, she was in a trance, completely consumed. What if someone came in, what if someone saw her, what if her parents found out. She couldn’t take the thoughts, she couldn’t take the reality, she just stood there in a daze, fingering her cunt and staring at the shell that was once her. She finally orgasmed and collapsed on the floor in her a puddle of her own juices. How did she get to this point, how did she turn into that thing she saw in the mirror she wondered. Was it always in her, a part of her biding it’s time waiting to come out or did recent events somehow transform her. It was the last thing she wanted to think about, she just wanted to run and hide, but her mind needed to process. It played in her head over and over again, and yet she still didn’t understand why, she still couldn’t move. Last edited by stalemate; 07-15-2015 at 01:51 PM.