"to be slapped and degraded"

"What?" You're not even sure what to make of that answer. It's so odd. "What does that even mean?"

She sits up tall in the bed next to you, her piercing eyes gazing at you intensely. "Slap me. Spit on me. Tell me I'm a useless whore."

You cannot believe your ears. This must be a joke.

"No." You respond. "I'd never treat you that way. Have men treated you that way?" You feel bad for her and start to wonder what you can do to change this.

"Yeah, I had a boyfriend who treated me that way. He made me cum so hard. He'd do those things, he'd take a Sharpie and write 'useless fucking whore' across my tits. He'd make me beg him to treat me like shit." Her glare is studying you intensely. It seems like she's telling you this to get a reaction out of you.

You try not to react, but the thought of this makes you angry.

And she doesn't relent. "He'd record it too. I'd beg him not to put it on the internet but he'd remind me that I'm just a stupid whore and I'd tell him that I know and he's right. A lot of those videos are probably still out there. I'll be honest, if one of your friends came to me and told me they knew I was a useless whore, I'd drop to my knees for them."

Why is she telling you this?

"That's what his friends did. One by one they all started fucking me too, beating me up, **** me, taking pictures of me used up, with cum on my face, and smeared makeup. Then sharing them. At first I thought it was going to piss him off. But then I found out he was encouraging it."

Why would she let herself get used like this. She's a smart beautiful girl. You don't understand.

"Until one of his friends, Darryl basically stole me from him. Darryl was a truly terrible person. He was an asshole to everyone. I once saw him punch a kid. I'm certain he'd **** multiple girls. He was the type of guy who didn't deserve any decency from others. I gave myself over to him completely."

Now you're starting to get angry. The idea of her giving herself to a guy like that is unfathomable. And she did so knowingly.

"He'd hit me of course, and fuck me in every possible way. He'd make me say that I didn't deserve his cock in my dumb cunt pussy and asshole. He'd skullfuck me until I couldn't breathe. He'd make me eat his asshole. Eventually he made up with my old boyfriend and he'd come over and they'd both piss on me. Naturally I'd cum buckets for them."

Who is this girl? She's like a total stranger... certainly not the girl you fell in love with. Your brain aches to make it all make sense.

"He'd threaten to fuck me until my brain turned to mush and then keep me in his basement as a fuck toy. For a while I thought it was going to happen. I wanted it to happen. But eventually he got bored of me and got rid of me. God, I'd have done anything for him. More than..." she stops for a second but she's already committed to saying what she's going to say, "... more than I'd do for you."

That hurts, intensely. And it does nothing to diminish your anger. Your jaw clenches. Your body tenses. And oddly enough, your cock stiffens a bit.

"I'm sorry but it's true. I love you but I've always known you were too nice a guy to do those things to me. And you won't so I guess I'm right." Her lips quiver, as if these thoughts of Darryl have been a real turn on. "It's okay. I can go without cumming. It's okay. But.... if Darryl texted me today and said he wanted me back.... I'd leave you."

Finally you sit up straight in bed. What a fucking slut!

"Our love isn't stronger than my desire to be his whore."

You feel your elbow ready to cock. You know why Darryl treated her like shit. Because she deserved it.

"I'm always his. My body is his. My holes are his. My mind is his. My heart is yours. But that doesn't mean much. Deep down I know I'll always be a worthless whore. My heart is useless. I'm sorry. When you're inside me, I'm thinking of him."

That's it! That's the last fucking straw!