Fourth Assignment – Dorota

The Assignment:

Wasn’t watching that video fun? I bet you never knew that a cock could go that far up a girl’s ass! Isn’t your sister incredible? Not everyone can get fucked by ponies a dozen times a day and still be alive to rape tomorrow. Well, nevermind her… she’s gone now, and I’ve already spent the money I earned from selling her to keep you – Dog food isn’t cheap, you know. It’s time for you to start earning your keep.

Starting tomorrow, Dorota, you’re a whore. Now, don’t cry… you’ve been a slut and a fucktoy and a cunt and a bitch for 3 months now. It’s time you became a whore, too.

You are going to set your own prices… no, no, those prices are too high. Who do you think you are, your sister? Lower. Lower. There you go… And now, you are going to advertise yourself.

Make a persuasive argument to any potential buyer why they should pay to fuck each of your holes, along with the price. Let’s put your tits on there too for good measure… they should be able to earn you a buck or two. Try your absolute hardest to convince them to fuck you, even through you’re a worthless whore. Convince them that you are worth something as fuckmeat. You are going to recite that list to yourself, every day, until you can do it convincingly. You are going to beg men to rape you until you can do it so persuasively your own mother wouldn’t know you were being forced. And you are going to, by hand, write a few dozen posts advertising yourself that we’ll put up in truckstops and slums all over the area to find you some customers.

And slut? If you don’t bring me back enough money, I promise you you will regret it.

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The Response:

My name is Dorota, and I’m a whore. A cheap whore.

I whore so cheap that I could fuck for free, I just charge because I get off on being sold to guys.

Also, in case the scars from whips and burns on my body (photos attached) didn’t tell you that already, I’m a freaky submissive slut, who likes to get fucked hard and likes getting hurt. Scratch that: LOVED getting hurt.

So if you ever wanted to pound a cheap slut in all her holes, beat her up, whip her, spit and piss on her when you’re done and all that for the price of a trip to Starbucks – I’m the whore for you.

And the best part – for you of course – is that I’m into orgasm denial, so nothing makes me happier than having absolutely no pleasure from the act. Be free to go as fast and rough as you want and if I’m sobbing – this is just how good of an actress I am. Also, I’m a firm believer that safewords are for wusses, so don’t worry about that.

So a looong, loving, wet blowjob from me, with my either swallowing every drop of your cum (if I don’t – it’s free!) or taking it on my face costs 2$. And believe me when I say, I’m GREAT with my mouth. Had wonderful teachers. I suggest taking this option, just so you can last longer in my other holes. Would have forgotten though! For a vicious facefuck until I pass out you pay 20$ collateral which is lost if I die. If I only get brain damage you lose only 5$ – I have still my holes so that’s the important part, right?

If you want to fuck my cunt, it will be 5$. It’s not as tight as it used to be as I just can’t get enough of dicks, plus sometimes I get a fist or thick dildos rammed there, but I make it up with training. Believe me I know all positions, I know how to clench my cunt in the best way around a cock and if you are still not satisfied, there is always this leash attached to the ring piercing my clit. I don’t have to tell you what that is for, right? ;>

And there is my ass. Like my cunt it has also seen tighter days, but generally people consider it my best hole, even if only for the sounds I make when I get pounded there. Generally I ask every customer to give fuck me there hard, generally the more painful the assfuck the better… but I’m sure a strong man like you knows how to give a bitch an asspounding of her life, right? 😉 That pleasure – and I promise it will be a pleasure, if only for you – will cost you 10$.

Of course I’m aware that there are plenty of nicer, tighter whores around, so if you just want to have your balls drained by titty-fucking me (once again, I recommend the piercings, this time those in my nipples) or perhaps you’re a homeless person (not judging, I swear!) who needs a portable toilet – that would be only a dollar. Or maybe you have been fired from work or your ex-wife is raping you in the divorce and you need to vent up some anger – whipping my back is 25 cents per lash, whipping my tits and ass is 50 cents per lash and my cunt is 1$ per lash. Using a cigarette on me (and I swear I love it, especially on my cunt before getting fucked there!) is 5$ per cigarette. If I’m a painslut I could at least profit from it, right?

If anything above sounds interesting, please, please, PLEASE contact my owner!

Looking forward to seeing… no

fucking… no

getting fucked… no

pounded…

by you.

Dorota

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The Reward:

The bus stop was dark and dingy as I approached it. It was the kind of place where people avoided if they could, and if they couldn’t, then they would keep their eyes straight forward, looking at no one and trying to avoid notice. I loved places like this. I sat down on the bench and turned my gaze to my favorite part… the wall of the bus stop. They were always plastered with posters, notices, pleas. Most of them asked the same question… “Have you seen me?”

Most of them had pictures… that was my favorite parts. They always picked pictures that made the girls looks so pretty. “Missing,” they said. “Help,” they begged. I think I knew why girls that pretty had gone missing, why they needed help… and I enjoyed thinking about it. Sometimes I just sat there, imagining how the faces on the posts would look stained with tears, my cock buried down their throat.

Not today, though. Today I had my own poster to put up.

With a bang, I stapled the hand-written notice over the top of them, complete with its own pretty pictures. Then the bus came and I got on it, holding another pile of the notices to hand out to the men on the bus. As I left, one man ran to catch the bus, missing it as it pulled away. Then I saw him notice the poster and slowly rip off the contact number on the bottom, and I smiled.

“My name is Dorota, and I’m a whore. A cheap whore.

I whore so cheap that I could fuck for free, I just charge because I get off on being sold to guys.

Also, in case the scars from whips and burns on my body (photos attached) didn’t tell you that already, I’m a freaky submissive slut, who likes to get fucked hard and likes getting hurt. Scratch that: LOVED getting hurt.

So if you ever wanted to pound a cheap slut in all her holes, beat her up, whip her, spit and piss on her when you’re done and all that for the price of a trip to Starbucks – I’m the whore for you.

And the best part – for you of course – is that I’m into orgasm denial, so nothing makes me happier than having absolutely no pleasure from the act. Be free to go as fast and rough as you want and if I’m sobbing – this is just how good of an actress I am. Also, I’m a firm believer that safewords are for wusses, so don’t worry about that.”

As pretty as the girls on the other posters might be, they had nothing on you, Dorota. Not because you were more beautiful, but because none of them had as appealing of features as naked tits and bruises and a black eye in their photos.

I have many, many fond memories of our time together that I will treasure for years, even after you get tossed in a dumpster, is the look on your face when I told you your new profession. You cried so prettily when I told you that you were being turned into a whore. It was funny how much it bothered you to think about it. I’d kidnapped you and spent four months raping you, turning you into a obedient fucktoy that your old serve wouldn’t even have recognized. I’ve let dozens of men fuck you for free… so it was kind of hilarious to me that it felt so different to you when I started charging them.

I started you easy – I just made you beg to get fucked. You’ve been doing that for me for months now, so doing it in writing wasn’t much of a change – I let you write down everything you could think of for how you could make people want to fuck you, beg people to use you in the most attractive ways you could think of. Then I beat you for anything that wasn’t good enough, and made you do it again. And again. And again. For a week, a let you think that maybe that would be all it was… just a fun experiment of mine.

Then I just tied you up in a bed and invited in all the men that your writing had attracted to your new home.

I don’t think I’ve seen you break down begging for mercy like that since the first few days of you being my captive… but you really surprised me at the end of the first day. You blubbered and begged and pleaded for me not to sell you again… it really was quite beautiful.

So of course, I let twice as many men use you the next day.

“So a looong, loving, wet blowjob from me, with my either swallowing every drop of your cum (if I don’t – it’s free!) or taking it on my face costs 2$. And believe me when I say, I’m GREAT with my mouth. Had wonderful teachers. I suggest taking this option, just so you can last longer in my other holes. Would have forgotten though! For a vicious facefuck until I pass out you pay 20$ collateral which is lost if I die. If I only get brain damage you lose only 5$ – I have still my holes so that’s the important part, right?

If you want to fuck my cunt, it will be 5$. It’s not as tight as it used to be as I just can’t get enough of dicks, plus sometimes I get a fist or thick dildos rammed there, but I make it up with training. Believe me I know all positions, I know how to clench my cunt in the best way around a cock and if you are still not satisfied, there is always this leash attached to the ring piercing my clit. I don’t have to tell you what that is for, right? ;>

And there is my ass. Like my cunt it has also seen tighter days, but generally people consider it my best hole, even if only for the sounds I make when I get pounded there. Generally I ask every customer to give fuck me there hard, generally the more painful the assfuck the better… but I’m sure a strong man like you knows how to give a bitch an asspounding of her life, right? 😉 That pleasure – and I promise it will be a pleasure, if only for you – will cost you 10$.”

After a week of that, I told you that it was time to start doing it on your own. I could’t have you bringing all of these disgusting men to my place all the time – if you wanted to be a cheap whore, you’d be doing it on your own… in cheap motels, in the passenger seats of cars, and on your knees in dirty alleys. The upside, as I described it to you, is that you wouldn’t have to get fucked by nearly as many as many men this way.

You agreed too easily. I had intended to set a trap for you already, but if I hadn’t, you made it pathetically obvious. When I turned you loose at a truck stop that first night, I wonder how hard it was for you not to beg for help from the first man who approached you… or the second. Or the third. By then, you must have already decided you were escaping, so did it make you feel even more like a whore to let them fuck you anyway?

The fourth man, you told to call the police. That you’d been kidnapped. Raped. You begged him for help. Of course, he was one of mine… every man lined up for you tonight was. When I walked in, you knew you had fucked up, and started begging immediately… but you already knew it wouldn’t make a difference.

The next week would have been hell for you even if you had only tried to escape… but you didn’t stop there. You had told your customer that Dorota wasn’t your real name, after I went through all the trouble of giving it to you and branding it into your skin. I took the time to sear it into the top of your tits, too… so you could see it and remember.

At the end of the week, where you had been strapped down to a bed and fucked again every second I wasn’t torturing you half the death, I put you back on the streets. Once again, everyone was one of mine, but you didn’t know that. You trembled the whole time, and I could tell you were thinking about it… but your terror got the best of you. You never said a word about it again… that day or ever.

“Of course I’m aware that there are plenty of nicer, tighter whores around, so if you just want to have your balls drained by titty-fucking me (once again, I recommend the piercings, this time those in my nipples) or perhaps you’re a homeless person (not judging, I swear!) who needs a portable toilet – that would be only a dollar. Or maybe you have been fired from work or your ex-wife is raping you in the divorce and you need to vent up some anger – whipping my back is 25 cents per lash, whipping my tits and ass is 50 cents per lash and my cunt is 1$ per lash. Using a cigarette on me (and I swear I love it, especially on my cunt before getting fucked there!) is 5$ per cigarette. If I’m a painslut I could at least profit from it, right?

If anything above sounds interesting, please, please, PLEASE contact my owner.

Looking forward to getting pounded by you.

Dorota”

You learned the rules of your new life quickly after that. Everything that you ate would be bought only with what you earned from your body from now on. If you fell below the minimum that I set, then your meals would come out of a toilet, after I finished eating. The amount I wanted you to make seemed absurdly high to you at first, after I had told you to set your prices so cheap… but after I whipped your tits for an hour and told you it would have been half that before you tried to escape, you agreed pleasantly that the amount was more than generous for a worthless whore like you.

I wasn’t done yet though. I loved the way you paled when I reminded you how your sister earned her meals, now… but it wasn’t until I made you an offer that you started to weep. If earning your food on your knees and your back, a 5 or 10 dollar bill at a time, seemed like too hard of a life to her, than I had another idea. Horses and dogs and pigs weren’t born understanding that girls were fuckable, I explained. Someone needed to teach them. A stallion trained to a pretty whore was worth much more to a brothel than the woman herself, and since not every animal could be persuaded to do it, the girls they used to train the animals needed to work very, very hard to find the ones worth the time and money.

If you didn’t want to be a whore, I promised you I could arrange for you to take a mile of horse cock a day instead. After that, you thanked me for the opportunity to spend all day getting raped by strangers.

“What the hell was that?” I growled, putting down the camera. You flinched knowing you had done something wrong… again.

“Five dollars for a cigarette? Is that a joke? I don’t think so, whore.”

You shuddered in dismay. You were always trying to think of other things to charge for… a way to make enough money to get to eat real food instead of shit. It only took one night of that dinner for to realize you’d rather degrade yourself in a hundred other ways than do that again. I knew what you were doing… and you should have known you would be punished for it.

“No, no, after all… you’re the disgusting whore who smokes, right?” I said, taking out a pack of cigarettes. I loved the disgust on your face as you intensely looked at the pack as I moved it around… you had been dying for a smoke all day after I addicted you, even knowing that it would end with me putting it out on your body somewhere. “I think you should offer to make others more health conscious. I think you’ll pay them five dollars if you put out their smoke on you before they get started.”

Your eyes widened in horror… but you knew better than to argue. “Yes master…” you whispered.

I lifted the camera again. Making you record your sales pitch over and over had been an excellent idea. “If I were you, I’d start thinking of another way to offer to sell your body to make up for the loss. And remember to smile… your parents are going to see this, and I want them to see how happy and well-kept their daughter is. Well… one of their daughters.”

I turned the camera back on. “Now. From the beginning…”