Terry 's mammilla are a piddling saggy. I do n't infer how you can be that skinny, have mammilla that small, and have tits that sag a slight. Whatever. I did n't engage her because she 's existent pornstar textile. I hired her because she 's a tight fitting 95lbs waif, and she 's naive and unexperienced. She does n't love what interrogation to ask, what signs to reckon for, or how often a scene is worth. Basically she 's just a regular slut looking to become a porn whore.

I signal Terrence to start cinematography. Terry 's sitting on the bed in front of the camera. Her hair's up in a bun. She 's nude. She has one of those skinny bodies that makes you want to fuck her until she splits. Pale skin with dark brown hair. She 's naturally skinny, not because she works out or pay attention to what she eats. Her face possesses a sexy, youthful glow that a lot of porn whores lack. They quickly mislay it after being in the business sector for too foresightful.

'' What 's your name ? ``

'' Dame Ellen Terry. ``

I go through the same audience enquiry for each prostitute I film. Lapp camerawork too.

'' How old are you ? ``

'' 19. ``

'' Do you experience a boyfriend ? ``

'' Yes. '' Typical. terry is just another unworthy piece of shit loose woman. By the time we 're done filming she 's going to know it. What we do here today will set her for the rest of her life.

'' Does he know you 're doing this ? ``

'' No. ``

'' What do you think he 'd do if he found out ? ``

She gives a half laugh, while looking uncomfortable and says `` Probably beat the shit out of me. ``

She does n't like these questions. I do n't worry.

'' So you think if he walked in right now he 'd beat the shit out of you ? ``

'' Yeah, probably, '' she responds with a smiling. What a stupid cunt. I ask these questions to regain out what variety of slut I 'm dealing with. terry is the sort of slut I hate.

'' What gets you off in your personal life ? ``

She looks stupidly at me, then repeats the question. I wait a second and ask again, `` yeah, what do you like in your personal life ? ``

She thinks about it for a mo, and responds `` drink beer."

This is significant. It 's significant because I have been given the insight that Terry does n't like sex. To her, sex is just a means to get what she wants.

'' What do you think of blowjobs ? ``

'' Well, it 's in the name, it 's a job. ``

Good. She does n't care what we 're about to do. The adjacent duo of hours are going to be even worse for her than I had planned.

I walk up to her while dropping my shorts, revealing my nine-inch cock. Her eyes hump.

'' Your beau 's cock large or modest than this ? ``

'' Smaller. ``

'' Have you ever fucked a cock this big ? ``

She shakes her head no. I smile, this is good.

While she remains induct I start to fondle her bosom. Not aphrodisiacal or erotically. I grab one tit, crush it a little, play with the teat and yield it a little slap and move on to the other tit. I do it with the Lapplander attitude and air that you might use when judging whether or not an aguacate is ripe enough. I do this on purpose. To work her spirit like nitty-gritty, like property. A non-entity.

The camera captures all of this.

I push her back onto the bed. She gives out a little indignant `` Hey ! '' and shoots me a smutty look.

I tell her `` spread your pegleg and hold them back. ``


She does what she 's secernate. Terrence reposition to get a ending up shot of her pussy. Her slit is nix special. It 's clean shaven with average sized labia. I spread it undecided for the camera with my hands. After a few indorsement of beguile footage, I insert two fingers into her cunt. I do it without lube or foreplay. She's dry, and my finger goes in about an in before it reaches anything moist. I fingerfuck her a couple of prison term and then pull out my fingers out and use my hands to go around her pussy brim and rub her clit with my thumb. Everything is dry so it can't feel good. She confirms my opinion by making an get at side, but she does n't say anything.

'' Alright bitch get on your knees, time to give suck some stopcock. ``

We get in billet : I'm standing ; she's on her stifle in straw man of me. She starts to suck in my cock. She has a operose time because her mouth is minor. Her attack is half-assed and she takes a lot of pause accompanied by worsen sighs. After 30 seconds of that I grow bored so I grab her face and set forth to pump my hips. She pushes with her hands against my hips, so I start to pump harder. Gagging randomness start to come out of her throat. She pushes gruelling and gets away from my hammer, and starts to sprinkle phlegm and saliva on the trading floor. I spit on her cheek.

She looks up annoyed at me and says,"not in my hair."Great, the prima donna mental attitude is starting. This whore is not notable or hot enough to be copping an attitude. And her hair is not worth worrying over.

I tell her not to flatter herself, producing an raging, almost distress, face before I force my cock back in her mouth. She keeps giving a half-hearted fighting by pushing her bridge player against my hips, but for the about share she 's compliant. Her oral cavity is amazing. After a few minutes I start to stuff my turncock deeper into her throat, bringing up louder and more wild gags. Every now and then she pushes knockout enough to get my cock out of her expression and we take a recess.

Once I feel we have enough footage of this I start to pump hard. She does n't like it. She tries to pull away with her whole eubstance, to turn her head teacher away but I get a good grab on her school principal and showtime to fuck her nerve hard. She starts to violently gag and her eye start to water and good turn red. I get a firm grip on her head & let her pull away for a second, making her think she 's free. Then, with all my persuasiveness I pull her face into my fork while pumping my cock into her mouth.


The resultant is porn film amber. I get all nine inches into her sassing asphyxiating her.

Her eyes bulge while I scream `` Yeah, you fucking cunt carry my hammer ! ``

She desperately pushes away, but I hold her point down for a few Sir Thomas More seconds. I feel hot liquidity on my peter ; it feels amazing. I want to cum but I concentrate and hold back - too soon. I let Terry go and she flies backward against the edge of the bed. vomitus starts to fall out of her mouthpiece onto her chin, pap, abdomen, down her cunt and onto the floor. I look down and see slime and half digested chunks on my cock.

The tv camera captures all of this.

'' Oh my fucking God ! I just puked on myself. You made me upchuck on myself ! '' She 's looking at her vomit covered mamilla and stomach incredulously. She looks up and her eyes are turning red and teary.

'' Shut the fuck up cunt. Clean my cock with your mouth. '' I step closer to her and push my putz towards her face.

'' No. That 's fucking disgusting. This sucks and it 's consummate. You 're an asshole ! ``

I slap her case and push my tool against her mouthpiece. For a second her face is just a consummate picture of absolute shock. Then she starts crying. She covers her face with her handwriting and sobs. I let that go on for a few irregular and ask `` What 's legal injury child ? ``

Through wracking sobs, she whines about vomiting on herself and how I 'm an asshole and how this is disgusting and fucked up and she did n't consider smut was going to be like this. While she sobs and goes into hysterics I start to fondle her scum bag covered tits and rub her slit.

I offer consoling quarrel ; and use my nice vox. It takes ten minutes but she calms down. But now I have ten moment of a humble town whore covered in her own puke, sobbing while I fondle her. Fucking amber.

I tell her to go take a warm shower and we 'll do the fuck scene. She nods without saying anything and takes a shower. The camera keeps rolling. Her shower is mechanical, with no joy or relaxation to be gained from it. I 'm surely as she cleans herself all she can remember about is what she just went through and her anxiousness about what 's coming.

When she gets out her hair's-breadth is wet and she has droplets hanging from her dead body. I admire her torso, and my rooster becomes so hard it hurts.

'' Bend over the bed. I 'm going to fuck you doggiestyle. ``

She looks at the bed apprehensively. But after a instant 's hesitation she goes over to the corner of the bed and bends over. I walk up to her, spread her ass nerve and spank her rectify cheek, hard.

'' Owwww, not so jazz hard douchebag. ``

'' What the fucking did you call me ? ``

'' I called you a douchebag, you fucker. ``

I spread her ass cheeks again and dump my dick into her snatch. A startled cry escapes her throat.

"That's right gripe, take the cock."

She makes lilliputian moaning sounds as I fuck her twat. I 'm not getting the unharmed affair in at first, but once her pussy juices start flowing it gets easygoing to slip in. Eventually I 'm plunging all nine column inch in. I start to pick up the rate and start fucking her as hard as I can. Every few CVA I can feel the tip of my pecker hit her cervix, something almost women find painful. I start trying to hit her cervix on purpose, getting it almost every CVA.

'' Ouch, it hurts, '' she complains.

I fishhook her rima oris with my index finger and pull so her face is turned towards me. I spit on her side and into her undetermined mouth and say, `` look ripe to me. '' I pull my finger out of her mouth and keep fucking her. Her face is disgusted and turning a inscrutable red. She wipes at her boldness to get my spittle off.

As I keep fucking her pussy, I decide to start spanking her ass. Every clock time I do it she makes a little cry of pain. So I keep increasing the force behind the smack and eventually I 'm leaving hand prints on her ass. She ca n't take it anymore and on my stopping point slap she tries to pull away as she jumps forward and lets my pecker fall out of her cunt. She looks angry. `` That really know suffering ! No more slapping. ``

I say `` fine '', seize her hips and draw in her ass towards me. With one hand I grab my hawkshaw and conduct it back into her pussy and start pumping into her again.

I look down and disperse her ass cheeks so I can see her picayune crumple asshole. I start rubbing it with my thumb.

'' Have you ever done anal ? ''

She looks back and responds `` no, and I do n't care being touched there. ``

I do n't really give a shtup what she does or does n't like. I keep fucking her and patter down on her shit and keep rubbing. Her kitty feels great and I start to feel ready to cum. This is my front-runner part of my films. Everything up to this stage is setting the scene, starting the build up to the crescendo. I start to pump furiously and my grunts get louder.

'' You fucking little cum bucket, you want my shtup cum ! ? '' She does n't answer.

'' I 'm going to pump you wide-cut of cum you stupid small-arm of shit. ``

I start cumming, so with one hired hand I grab her whisker and violently pull her head back towards me.

'' Hey ! '' is all she's able to scream out.

With my other hand I make a clenched fist and clout the back of her capitulum with it. Her whole body tenses and I can feel her kitty tightening around my shaft. I start spraying cum deep inside her. One thickly roach of cum after another. I punch her again causing her to yell again and scream `` what the fuck ! let go of me ! ``

I hit her again. I'm still spraying cum inside her and yelling `` roll in the hay you, you fucking cunt ! This is all you 're good for ! ``

She recovers from her initial impact of getting hit and starts twisting her eubstance away from me. I let go of her hair's-breadth and she tries to hit me with her hands. I roll off of her and she terror and attempt to get off the bed in an attempt to increase the distance between us. In her affright she falls off the bed onto the level. I jump off the bed and meet up with her just as she is standing up off the story. I 'm a big guy, and she 's a tiny, skinny street child who does n't work out. So when I push her she collapses back to the floor.

I straddle her organic structure. Her oculus are wide of the mark and scared when she looks up at me. I twist my torso away and then twist back bringing my hale body-weight behind my slug. The force whips her head away and the strait of my fist crashing into her human face is garish. I keep punching her nerve, forcing her head from one English to another. She 's screaming, feebly trying to block my punches with her arms. She might as well have left them at her position for all the skillful they are. Each blow sounds like a mallet whacking into a side of meat.

The tv camera captures all of this.

After twenty poke I stop. I 'm sweating from the air, but she 's a good deal unsound for clothing. Her human face has already started bruising, her nose is smashed and bleeding, and she 's missing a couple of tooth. Her sob are only interrupted by heaves and coughing disturbance as she chokes on spittle and blood.

I reposition myself blue on her body so I can see her tits. I grab what I can of each of those itty teensy-weensy titties and twisting as hard as I can. Her boldness grimaces at the painful sensation and her mouth starts moaning a non-human dissonance.

I get up and go the chest where I keep a lot of the shaft of my oeuvre. I open it up and seize a whip. I walk over to Terry 's prone torso, and column over her for a few bit. I can see her eyes, surrounded by spite flesh, staring up at me with a pleading, begging light. She coughs, spitting out a little descent and I her a whisper safety valve her back talk.

'' Please. Stop. ``

I look down at her. `` No. ''

And I bring down hell on her tits. The whip is just an annex of my body, each gust a materialisation of my hate. I whip her tits repeatedly ; each blow wracking pain through Terry 's body. When she uses her work force to cover her tits I send the next blow to her face. Naturally, she exposes her tits to protect her face and then I send the whip crashing onto her teat again. We repeat this for ten minutes. When I stop, her titmouse are bloated majestic liberation. The respite of her consistence is covered in welts from the eyelash that didn't reach her tits.

The camera captures all of this.

I need a happy chance. I 've been exerting myself for awhile now. I pick her up and toss her on the bed again and status her so that her head is hanging over the slope of the bed. I slap her brass so hard the sound reverberation and tell her, `` if you bite, I 'll kill you. ''

I stuff my rooster into her back talk and embark on fucking her. It feels amazing. She instinctively tries to push me away with her arms. But she 's tired and sapless and it does n't do anything. To her deferred payment she does n't bite down. I knew that she was really just an obedient, submissive musical composition of shit. I keep fucking her facial expression and I hear choking and gagging sounds. She blows chunks and I pull my cock out. Her stinker falls out of her back talk covering her nose and forehead. She gasps for air. I let her occupy three quickly breaths, but before she can fully reclaim I plunge my cock back into her mouth and continue facefucking her.

While I facefuck her I grab onto her mamilla and credit crunch. Her men grab on to mine, trying futilely to pull them off and stop the nuisance. But I keep squeezing.

I can discover the tell-tale sound of her vomiting again and I pull out. more than puke spill over her grimace.

'' Oh my god, please block up, please. ''

My cock goes back into her mouth. I slam it in all the way, cutting off her oxygen. I grab onto her pass and attract her towards my turncock so she can't get away. The itch to cum again starts to build. So I start to count in my head. I get to thirty is when Dame Ellen Terry really starts to panic. I keep counting. When I get to fifty her desperation for oxygen is overwhelming. Her consistence is twisting and spasming while she tries to crowd me off with her arms. I get to seventy and displume out. crumb comes out of her oral cavity like a geyser. She's coughing, crying, screaming,"Please, no more, I can't, I can't !"

I interrupt her supplication with a difficult slap to the face. I say,"yes, you can !"

I grab a arctic paddle from my dresser and run back over to Terry 's straggle descriptor on the bed. She 's still coughing and trying to pass over the puke from her aspect so she can see. When I get on the bed I force her peg apart and swing the paddle from over my fountainhead and hit her pussy. She makes a penetrative yelling haphazardness. She closes her stage and her work force come down to cover her pussy. She rolls over onto her side and makes a grimace. I smack her on her debunk clavicles with the paddle. This causes her to temporarily forget about her pussy and arch her spine. She tries to roll over in monastic order to prevent another hit to her back. This gives me an opening to hit her teat with the boat paddle.

I play whack-a-mole with her soundbox for a in force five minutes. By my tally I smacked her pussy 9 times and her boob 17 multiplication. I did n't even incommode keeping path of how many times I hit her wooden leg, arms or back.

I throw the paddle to the side. I rush back over to Terry and roll her onto her stomach. She has a uncommon moment of insight into what I 'm about to do and starts to scramble and plead with me. I spread her ass and start trying to vex my dick into her asshole. But between her struggle and her Virgo niggardness I ca n't get it in. I start punching her back, around her kidneys. `` Fucking pussy ! blockage moving. ``

Her conflict do n't arrest, so I look over to Terrence, still holding the camera, and tell him what to do. He throws over a relatively small dildo. I press it against terry cloth 's asshole and part pushing. Her battle heighten and I drop the dildo once and have to reposition myself twice. Eventually though, I force the dildo in, completely dry. Terry scream, but I keep pushing the dildo until it 's entirety is in her ass except for the percentage I'm holding. I let it perch there for a second before I rip it out as fast as I can. That hurts her. A lot. I force the dildo back into her ass and ram it in and out a few prison term.

I leave the dildo in for now and begin forcing my finger's breadth into her pussy. She 's not wet and my handwriting is n't lubricated at all so I have to be rasping to fit my fingers in. Eventually I tire of stretching her trap with my hired hand and I get up. As I do I take out the dildo out of her ass and have it on the floor.

terrycloth is exhausted from the evening 's insult. She 's lying on the bed, not even bothering to try to get away or cry anymore. I 'm also fatigued, but there is still work to do. I go over to the dresser and open a drawer and pull out four bed railroad tie. I set them up at each leg of the bed and insure them around her carpus and ankle. I tighten them as much as possible in the hopes of minimizing her struggle.

In the most ridiculous voice I 've ever heard she says, `` please, please do n't bolt down me. I 'll do whatever you want. ``

I stop moving over to the chest of drawers and look at her. `` You 're going to do whatever I want anyway. Why should n't I kill you ? ``

That brings new bout to her oculus. She 's almost lost all hope. I can hear it in her crack voice. `` Please. I want to go home. ``

'' You 're pathetic, but do n't care. I 'm not going to kill you. And you 'll probably be home soon. ``

Her eyes light up, but then I say, `` But I 'm not finished yet. ``

I go over to the chest of drawers and deplume out a tattoo gun and a ball gag. I plug the tattoo machine into the bulwark and climb into bed. I straddle her pelvic girdle and look into Terry 's face. Her eye display an intense fear. She shakes her principal desperately, `` delight just let me go. '' It's almost comical to me.

'' Not yet. '' I put the lump gag on her mouthpiece, begin up the tattoo gun and get to work.

It takes time of day. Throughout the all process terry does n't stop outcry. The clump gag cancels out most of her cries, but I can still hear her sobs, and while I work on her font I have to stop several metre to pass over away snag, stinker and line of descent.

The camera captured all of it.

Her straight nature is now on display for the whole world to see. The facade that every person keeps to keep others from truly knowing them has been dropped for Terry. Across her os frontale reads the intelligence"twat"in huge angry alphabetic character. Above her lips, swollen now from blows and the unsmooth tattoo job, in a jagged script you can record"CUM cyprian ”.

Looking down at her chest, above her tits, where it will be visible every clock time she wears a low cut t-shirt, reads"SLAVE TO MEN ”. I started tattooing her mamilla, but they were so bruised and swollen I could n't really get anywhere, so there are only a few unreadable squiggles. Above her slit I tattooed"WORTHLESS"in Brobdingnagian sprawling varsity letter across her stomach. Her pussy, the voice that took the prospicient and was the most unspeakable, is now a terminology dictionary, where you can search up how to say the Good Book"BITCH"in ten languages.

My body of work is done. Terrence puts the camera away. Looking at Terry, I feel a deep atonement at her destruction. Now to designate the humankind my work.

With her tied up I fuck Terry again. Not so much to proceed the humiliation, but just to get another nut off. She does n't fight it at all. In a way, this is my favorite character of the nighttime, when they've completely given up. I pump her pussy laborious and fast. She can't move or say anything. The most she can do is try to bet away. When I cum, my orgasm is intense and leaves my peg tactual sensation debile.

I let Terrence fuck her too. It 's office of his payment as the camera operator.

I release the bed tie and I start dragging Dame Ellen Terry by her precious hair out the door all the way to the car. This is not a short-circuit trip to be dragged. A match of meter she tries to get up to block off the pain. But I just plain out her ramification to drop her and commit her a kick in the stomach. This gives me another twosome of minute of arc unloose to drag her down the path. We lose a considerable amount of her hair on the way as it gets pulled out and I have to find a new handhold.

When we get to the car I open the trunk and slash her in. I drive onto the highway and we keep driving for an minute. When we get to an empty-bellied stretch we pull over and I pop outdoors the bole. There she is. A piece of work of art. I took a ugly piece of shit slut and turned her into a walk monument to human being degradation. The bruises will eventually go away, the places where her hide split or was scratched will heal. Her pilus will maturate back. Her pussycat and ass will eventually convalesce from the stretching and tearing. She may even drop all the time and money required to remove the tattoos. But it does n't matter. She 'll never be the same, she 'll always think of that she 's not a person anymore. She 's just a walking sex bird that I used and abused and turned into a tableau of pain in the ass and mortification.

I pick her up out of the proboscis and have her down the side of the highway and she tumbles down the XX fundament decline and comes to a stop right at the border with the woods that are off the slope of the highway. I can barely make out her respiration, and she 's not moving any of her branch. Some time tomorrow someone will receive her, or she 'll gain enough strength and conclude to climb back onto the highway where she 'll get picked up and `` rescued ''. But it 'll never be over for her .