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But my self-hatred isn’t strong enough to make me stop.

My body wants the V, and so I take Sadist’s cock deep into my throat. I swallow around him, moaning at the taste of pomegranates and chocolate to override the shit that was on the dildo. An explosion of arousal runs through me, and a tear slips free at the sweetness of it.

He grabs the back of my head and fucks me hard, and I slip a hand between my wet thighs as he scrapes himself across my teeth.

I want to hit the high as quickly as I can.

But he shoves forward so hard that I fall backwards. His cock slips out of me as I hit the ground, and he grabs my arms. I scream as I try to fight him, knowing what he’s about to do. He’s going to stop me from getting off. This is the only way he can get his release, and I know if I want mine, then I’m going to have to play his game.

I struggle against him, but he’s stronger than me, and he quickly pins me down with my hands above my head. I cry out in pain and a desperate need, letting my tears fall. He likes seeing them streak down my cheeks. It gets him hard.

He grabs his cock and pushes it against my lips. I turn my head until he slaps me. Then I’m sucking him deep. It’s too hard to pretend that I don’t want this.

“You’re such a greedy, little whore,” he mocks as his cock slams deep down my throat. “You’re a disgusting piece of shit that no one wants. I’m only fucking you because you’re all that’s available. But if there was even a pig here –” He grunts as he rams in ball deep, his stomach hitting my nose. “Then I’d choose the pig.”

Tears streak down my face, not an act any more. His words cut me deep, riding the coattails of my own shame. I struggle against him again, desperate to get myself off.

For the high of the V to rip away this pain.

But he keeps my arms pinned.

Laughing, he fucks my face harder. I twist against the floor, trying to buck him off. When that doesn’t work, I spread my thighs in invitation, hoping Bear will fuck me again.

Choking on that thought, another part of me dies.

I deserve to stay here for the rest of my life. I deserve for Sadist to torture me.

“You’re such a pathetic little whore.”

Sobbing on his dick, I struggle to breathe. To live with myself. I need the high of the V. It’s the only thing that’ll stop the pain.

His cock rams into me as I start to hyperventilate, and I retch all down his length. He pulls out of me as chunks go flying. It sprays down my chin, and I turn my head on instinct to let it out.

He forces me onto my stomach, rolling my face into the pile of vomit.

“Eat it,” he says, “and I’ll fuck you.”

I want to resist. To hold a little part of my dignity.

But the V pushes me to open my mouth.

Crying, I eat my vomit off the floor, the acidic smell making me nauseous. I gag as it touches my tongue, and Sadist laughs. Moving around me, he grabs hold of my hips, lifts me onto my knees, then slams his cock into my ass.

I whimper in need, my palms pushing against the floor as I wriggle back against him. I can get off with him fucking my ass due to the V, and I’m desperate to come. I spit the vomit out of my mouth, but he pushes my face into the floor as he pulls out of me.

“Eat it all like the bitch you are,” he snaps, and I know there’s only one way for me to get my release.

Sobbing, I suck the vomit back into my mouth. I gag as the chunks of meat and pasta hit my tongue again. I try to chew, but that’s making it worse, so instead I just straight up swallow. They went down the first time. Surely, they’ll go down now without choking me. Though if they do end up in my lungs, that’ll be no bad thing…

As humiliation paints me as a whore, Sadist lines his cock back up with my ass. He pushes in as I continue to eat. My stomach churns. The urge to be sick again gets stronger and stronger with every mouthful I choke down. My nose burns from the smell. My mind screams.

But at least Sadist is rutting into me, letting me chase that blissful release.

“Finish it, bitch.”

I search the ground for more bits of vomit, sniffing my way to any chunks that remain.

He laughs behind me.