Legal Abuse

[furious]

This story is, of course, fictitious. Write me your thoughts, gladly also as private message. I look forward to the discussion.
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He just loves to fuck women who don't enjoy it. With his girlfriend he leads a BDSM relationship and knows exactly how to bring her over her limits. It often happens that she has to cry during sex because the humiliation of verbal and physical humiliation is too much. He loves these moments. But he wants it to be a little more real. And yet he doesn't want to cross the boundaries of what's legal.

At some point, he has an idea.

On a marketplace on the Internet, he places an ad: "What lady is in need of money right now?" His goal: He wants to find a woman who has never had sex for money and doesn't know any other way to help herself than to sell her body. As naive as possible, as inexperienced as possible, as desperate as possible.

And lo and behold... Because money rules the world, several women actually contact him. So many that he has to sort them out. He asks them if they have done something like this before. If they say yes, he sorts them out. He asks if they are uncomfortable with the idea of having sex for money. If he gets answers like, "If I can earn a little TG that way, it's fine with me. Besides, I enjoy sex," then he sorts them out. After a while, he has a woman on his shortlist who turns out to be the perfect victim. Anna is 22, has long brown hair and needs money because she lost her job and will be kicked out of her apartment in a week without cash. She needs another €300. When asked if the thought of selling herself for money makes her uncomfortable, she replies:

"Yes, very. I do it as an absolute emergency. I'm sorry if that bothers you, but I'll be honest. I probably can't fool you into thinking I like doing it either."

If she knew what to expect....

He is very friendly during the conversation. Thus, he manages to make a very important rule of the game palatable to her. Since she doesn't think she will like it, she has to realize that she will only get the money if she "goes through with it". That means a whole hour of sex. He definitely wants to avoid her breaking off because she is uncomfortable and she has already gotten the money at this point. Of course, he wants her to find it as uncomfortable as possible from the beginning. But he wants her to force herself to keep getting fucked because of the money. He wants her to loathe and hate herself in the process. And because she has no idea, she agrees to his advance.

The meeting takes place on a Thursday morning in her apartment. It took him some persuasion to get her to meet him in her apartment. The date was also specially chosen so that her neighbors would not be home. He walked through the hallway of a rather run-down, multi-story apartment building to her apartment door. It smelled of cigarettes and lower middle class. It was clear that she could probably pay more than half her rent with the 300 euros. And how she would pay...


When he rang the doorbell, Anna opened immediately. In reality, she looked even smaller and more petite than in the photo. She was about 1.62m tall, her brown hair was about shoulder length and she was really very slim. When she greeted him, he noticed that her voice was trembling. Also, she could not look him in the eyes. The whole situation was visibly uncomfortable for her. Just as he had imagined. He put on a friendly voice, asked where he could hang his jacket and even if he should take off his shoes. She answered quietly and invited him in. The apartment consisted of a small kitchen, a living room and a bedroom, into which he followed her. It was neat, but the furniture looked cheap. As she walked down the hall in front of him, he looked at her small bottom and slowly became horny for what he was about to do to her.

After she closed the door to the room, he took a different tone. He made an effort to sound stern and intimidating. He summarized the rules again:

"It is now 11:00. Until 12:00, you're mine. You get the money if everything goes according to plan. I'll put it here on the table. Do you agree?" She answered with a curt yes.


He told her to undress now to show him what he would get for the 300 euros. She was wearing blue leggings and a white top. Obviously, she had put on makeup and lipstick for the meeting. Still, her overall appearance seemed more mundane than erotic. He liked that. She was a simple, friendly young woman. Not a whore. She just didn't know any other way to get the money she needed to stay in her apartment faster. And how she was going to hate herself for it, she obviously didn't realize yet.


The whole situation was visibly uncomfortable for her. She took off her top uncharitably, looking down in embarrassment. She didn't wear a bra. Maybe she never did, because she didn't have big breasts anyway. That was fine with him too, but he preferred to make the situation a little more uncomfortable for her, "Try a little harder and at least move a little while you're at it." Hearing his words, she winced and awkwardly began to gyrate her hips a bit as she pulled her leggings down. He appeared unimpressed and continued, "You won't get far as a whore with those little tits, if I'd known that before," registering with satisfaction the way she gulped at the word "whore."

Now she stood before him almost naked, clad only in a skimpy black thong. He said to her, "Show me your ass," to which she turned around without comment. He further commanded "spread your legs", which she promptly did. And further "now spread your buttocks with your hands". Nothing happened. She was obviously too embarrassed. Her body was turned with her back to him and she looked down in embarrassment. He could see that her legs were trembling slightly. No wonder, because in the apartment it was also quite cold. He was fine with that, too, because it was clear that she would have an even harder time getting "in the mood" that way. He said in a stern voice "now spread your fucking ass cheeks or don't you want the money". She flinched for a moment and did what he wanted her to do. He was satisfied. "Hold still."


He grabbed her thong, pulled it aside and commented, "Pretty little asshole," and then, "Do you mind me looking at you like that? You'll have to get used to that if you want to make a living as a whore." She said nothing. He continued to look at her little 22-year-old pussy, which was shaved and looking good. He smelled it and sucked in her scent. Then he roughly grabbed her ass and said, "Your ass is better than your face. Next time you should send pictures of it. Then you'll get a few more euros, too." And then he said, "Now turn around, WHORE". When she turned around to face him, he saw that she had tears in her eyes. He had to smile. Standing in front of her, he roughly grabbed her crotch and said, "Why are you crying?". He got no answer and decided to let the question sink in a bit. He visibly enjoyed this moment and grabbed her hand even more roughly. She started to squirm and he said "hold goddamn still now" and pressed two fingers into her. He quickly realized, however, that she wasn't a bit wet and he wasn't getting anywhere. She contorted her face in pain and disgust. He took his hand out of her crotch, grabbed her tits and looked into her teary eyes. Then he said "Don't be like that. You're earning your money. That's what it's like to be a whore. Now get on your knees and open your little whore mouth".


Her body had already lost all posture. The tears in her eyes were now running down her cheeks. He was very pleased, because he never thought it would be so easy to destroy her. Slowly she knelt on the floor and did nothing more. He opened his fly, took out his stiff cock and ordered her to open her mouth. He saw her reluctance and disgust in her face and was very pleased. Obviously she also knew what was expected of her and took him in her mouth. He saw her close her eyes and say, "Don't look so pained. How is this supposed to be fun?" She sucked his cock uncharitably, clearly having little fun. He figured he could push it a little further. After all, she wasn't showing the slightest resistance so far, "Try a little harder. Do you have a boyfriend?" Confused, she looked at him and quietly said, "Yes," looking sheepishly below her. He said, "Okay, just pretend I'm your boyfriend. Blow me like you're in love."

His instruction unsettled her, but she now made an effort to raise her head from time to time. Her tortured face didn't make her look like a good actress and it was obvious to her that a guilty conscience had now joined the disgust. He said, "You're just a bad whore. You can't even give a good blowjob," and he grabbed her head, shoved it deep down her throat and started fucking her like that. She immediately gagged and coughed and pushed away with her hands. He said "hold still" and just kept going. More tears came to her eyes now. After 2-3 minutes of being treated like this and pushing away with her hands over and over again, she finally turned her head away, held her hands in front of her face and really started crying:

"i can't, i can't, i just can't".

He enjoyed this sight for about half a minute. She was really a mess now and apparently about to give up. But he didn't want it to get that far and said to her, "Yes, that's right. You really can't do anything. Not even a proper blowjob. Let's see if you can at least satisfy me with your other hole." He grabbed her arm and pulled her onto the bed so that she was lying with her back to him. She wiped her tears with one hand. He knelt in front of her and said, "Now I want you to at least get a good fucking. I don't feel like throwing my money out the window". She looked out the window. When he put his cock to her labia, he saw her wince and pull back almost instinctively. "Look at me".

He grabbed her left shoulder and held it tightly. With his right hand he moistened his glans - very lightly. He wanted it to hurt her. Then he put it on and pushed it into her pussy with all his might. Her whole abdomen spasmed and she tried to stop him with her legs. There was no way he was going to let that happen, so he took her legs in his hand and pushed them over her head. Then he started again and pushed it into her as hard as he could. Her pussy was barely wet and it even hurt him a little. But the fun was worth it and he could see from her contorted face that she was in real pain. Just the way he wanted it. He now fucked as hard as he could into her and after about 5 thrusts he was all the way inside her. His thrusts were accompanied by several "Ouch" and "Please harder", to which he only replied with a short "Don't be like that". It went on like this for several minutes until she finally got wet. She had turned her head to the side and was staring blankly into her room while he went down on her pussy. It was obvious that she had mentally escaped to another place. He liked this sight and also her wet pussy just felt good now. So he just kept fucking her while she lay almost motionless under him. As his eyes wandered around the room, he saw a picture of a woman around 50 on her nightstand cabinet. Then an idea came to him: "Is that your mother?" he asked as he continued to fuck her with pleasure. Suddenly life returned to her gaze and she asked impassively, "WHAT?" He pointed to the picture and asked again, "Is that your mom? She didn't answer, but he could see from the perplexity on her face that he was right.

"What would she say if she knew that's how you earn your money?" Her body remained almost motionless, but her face showed sadness. And so he continued, "Would mom be proud to have raised a little 300€ whore? Gets fucked good and is too stupid to make money any other way." Bull's eye... He saw her start to cry. He took her legs and pressed them behind her head with all his might and moaned "and now you're going to get jerked off" and as he came he said to her "let this be a lesson to you".

Exhausted he let himself fall back and watched his cum run out of the 22 year old pussy. Anna still had her head turned to the side and was crying. He went to the table, took the money, came back to her and threw it on her. Then he spat at her again and said, "Thank you." She remained motionless and cried. He got dressed and left.