slave-negress: uselesslittlebitch: It wasn’t the hours of facefucking or my tired tongue shove
slave-negress: uselesslittlebitch: It wasn’t the hours of facefucking or my tired tongue shoved repeatedly into his asshole. It wasn’t being pushed around the room and dragged around by my hair. It wasn’t even the hard slaps and strangling with a rope. It should’ve been when he threw me to the ground climbed on top of me and growled at me ‘don’t make me turn this rape into a murder’ but it wasn’t. It should’ve been when he kicked me in the face & commanded me not to move but it wasn’t. No tears didn’t start really flowing, my regret didn’t start growing, my fear never really started showing until he pulled me close and I felt a warm liquid flowing over my shoulder, onto my tits, over my bra, dripping down to pool on my skirt. Once I realized a stranger was pissing on me, as he slapped my tits and smeared his pee all over my face, when he commanded I open my mouth for him, that is when I cried out, my tears dripped down to mix with his golden stream, I locked my jaw shut & sobbed through clenched lips. I won’t remember how he got me to open my mouth, it must’ve taken a crow bar but as he emptied the last of his bladder into my mouth and shoved the entirety of his cock into my throat to make me swallow I hit the peak of my shame, fear, disgust and rebellion. After he pulled out I spit out what I hadn’t been forced to swallow a final act of rebellion before I sank back into my place, even further than ever before. Calm and submissive until the end. omg i’m sooo jealous -- source link