the misognynist

Nick looked down with disdain upon Victoria. "You remind me of my slut of an ex-wife. She liked it down and dirty too. Unfortunately, she liked it down and dirty with any man who showed her some attention. Stupid bitch!" He spat out.

"You women are all alike. You act like proper bitches, but you're all really sluts who deep down like to be treated like dogs. Am I right?"

"Oh, yesss," said Victoria as she lay naked on her back, slowly fingering herself. Her chest heaved and her free hand ran over her breasts. Her mind was wrapping around the fact that she was a dirty slut.

"Thought so," said Nick. "Give me your purse, I gotta piss!"

Victoria crawled over to her purse and brought it back to Nick. He took it and pissed in it before zipping it up and dropping it on the floor.

"You bitches make me sick. You only good for one thing." He stormed out of the room.

Victoria sat up and leaned back against the wall. She regained her breath and tried to examine the events that led up to where she was. In the back of her mind, she remembered being a strong, independent, powerful, dominant woman, but now she just wanted sex, dirty, abusive sex. She felt the cum drying on her face and a shiver went through her body.

Nick came back with a beer. He was naked and sat on the bed.

"Got a drink for me?" asked Victoria.

"Go drink for the toilet if you're thirsty," he said gruffly. Apparently the thoughts of his ex-wife had taken him down a dark road.

Victoria walked into the bathroom and knelt before the toilet. She lowered her head down and scooped up some water with her hand and drank it. This disgusted her, she wondered why she was doing it.

"Damn, girl!" said Nick from the bathroom door. "What won't you do?"