Brutal and abusive

I know (apologetically)

I know (condescendingly)

It's supposed to

Good

I'm sorry

It'll be over soon

Stop whining

And it'll get worse if you don't *insert threat*

Well it wouldn't have to if you didn't *insert mistake*

You're supposed to say 'thank you'

I love hearing you say that

This is nothing, I'll show you actual pain

Get used to it

You'll get used to it

Stop lying

At least you still feel it

Shut up

Why don't you beg me to stop, then?

Can't be that bad if you're still talking

I don't care

Did I ask?

It's the only way you'll learn

tell me how to hurt myself if i want to please you

make me beg you to be allowed to bruise my tits and torture my cunt

because my body doesn't belong to myself and it's a privilege to be allowed to abuse it in your place

laugh at me as i show you the proof of how i inflicted myself pain

and then tell me to do it again

i think it’s disgusting, i say no, but he’s insistent. “just try it out” he says, “i’ll stop immediately if you hate it.”

i concede, eagerness to please him overpowering my disgust. i lay down flat, eyeing him as he strips himself of his pants and hovers over me. he spreads his cheeks, and i see his asshole flex.

before i can back out, he drops himself on my face. it’s rank, snd i regret my decision to give in. his asshole is pressed against my lips.

“open up.” he demands, and i hesitantly do as he says. my lips are basically suctioned around his asshole, and i get ready to lick, when his hand grabs my head to hold me in place and he strains.

a nasty fart enters my mouth with a loud PFFFBBBBT, and i immediately gag and cough, squirming and wiggling underneath him.

i hear an “ahhh, fuck” and a sigh of relief. i feel like i’m gonna vomit immediately.

he wiggles his ass a little, burrowing my face deeper in. i tap on his thigh, squirm, cry; anything to show that i don’t want to do this anymore. he ignores me in favor of leaning back, putting his full weight on my face. “stick your tongue out.” i don’t. he smacks me, “i said stick your fucking tongue out, whore, or i’ll shit on your face.”

i feel tears stream down my face, and i do as he says, fearing that he’s not bluffing.

i tentatively lick his hole as he pushes against my tongue. i hear groans of satisfaction above me; i can tell he’s jerking off.

he rips another one, silent, this time so foul i swear it burns my tastebuds off.

he huffs out a laugh, “does it taste as good for you as it did for me?” i sob as he talks loudly about what he had to eat. he tells me how great of a girlfriend i am for helping out with his tummy troubles, how he knows he can’t eat certain foods, but it just tastes so good. and why should he restrict himself when he has such a kind, compassionate girl willing to help him out?

i lay there, huffing each one of his farts without choice, gasping for air every time he readjusts and frees my head for just a moment. there are a couple times where i beg him to stop, to let me up, but he just laughs at me and sits back down.