She's gone

Damn. Well that's a disappointment. Then again, what did you expect, that she'd just stay there all night? You wonder what happened to her, though. Maybe nothing. There's no way to ever know. Still, you feel good, powerful. You had an experience with Natalie that can never be taken away from you.

You go about your life, taking a few days to recover before you decide what beautiful celebrity to prey upon next. Then, three days later, there's a knock at your door.

It's Natalie. You're shocked, absolutely stunned. She looks good, in a tight top and jeans, and she glares at you. "Are you going to invite me in?" She snips, no hint of submissiveness left.

You clear your throat. Your heart pounds. Your nerves escalate. You tell yourself you have nothing to worry about. You can still control her at any time. Still, it sure feels like she's here to **** you to face what you did.

"You're a heard person to find." She says as you wave her into your small shitty place. You sit, expecting her to join you, but she stands. "Well... do you want to know what happened to me?" You do. You're still not sure if this is supposed to be an accusation. Natalie doesn't wait for an answer, "A group of four guys showed up and I begged them to use me and they did. They fucked my ass and they fucked my throat until I couldn't breathe, then they dumped their cum on me and went away. Then two women came by. I begged them to use me. They laughed at me, called me a slut and spit on me. Then a policeman came by and asked if I needed help. I told him I needed someone to use me, humiliate me, and fuck me up. So he made me eat his asshole."

You're getting hard listening to this. Are you supposed to feel regret, because right now you just wish you were there to watch.

"That was the beginning." Natalie says, licking her lips. "Then three guys took me to a busy bar, stood me up on the pool table and I begged every person there to destroy me. So they did. They slapped me, they scratched me. Of course they fucked me, every way they could. They triple penetrated me and they quadruple penetrated me. The women made me lick them until my tongue went numb. They made a bet to see who could get their hand deepest in me. The men poured their beers out on me. They sodomized me with the bottles. They sodomized me with the pool cues."

Your cock is throbbing now, just picturing it all and Natalie Portman in the middle. It's ready to burst out of your pants and Natalie can see it. Her chest heaves up and down as she tells the story. She seems turned on, not angry. Or maybe a little bit of both.

She goes on. "They told me that if I begged them to stop, they'd just go harder and every few seconds my brain realized what was truly happening to me and I pleaded with them to stop, or at least give me a moment to breathe. Then just as quickly I was telling them to go harder, to fuck me up worse, and I wasn't even sure why I was saying it. By the time morning came I was a mess. I was repeating 'I'm a filthy fuck cunt. Use me.' over and over and over until I couldn't speak anymore. Then one of the guys took me home, took a bunch of pictures, cleaned me up, and dropped me off outside the Paramount lot. Every since then I've been looking for you."

"Me?" You feign surprised.

"I may be a whore but I'm not dumb. I know that what happened to me that night was because of you." You notice her demeanor has changed. She's not angry at all. Just intense. "Now that I've found you, I need to tell you something."

"Okay," you smirk. But she's still serious.

"I've fucked a lot of people in this town. But what happened to me that night was the most degrading, humiliating thing that's ever happened to me." She steps close to you and you finally stand. "So what I have to say to you is this..."