I was born with a cunt, and I know that's all I am. That fact is regularly raped into my holes, and for that, I am thankful.
It gives me purpose. That's why I ask for it. I'm here to serve, to be used. It's what I deserve.
The suffering is mine. The pleasure is his. It reinforces my place. Without it, I am lost.
Offering myself is the only way I have to find myself. That is why I go. My cunt is what makes me a whore.
It salivates every time a filthy thought crosses my mind. It craves the proper treatment for the worthless whore surrounding it.
My cunt feeds on degradation, humiliation. When it's not feeding, it's starving. I'm starving.
Feeding it hurts me, but its emptiness hurts me more. My situation gives me no choice.
There's nothing I won't do for it, and there's nothing it won't do for a man.
He says, kneel, and I find myself on my knees at his feet. He says, open that mouth. It opens, and it stays open,
no matter how much I choke and gag and gasp for breath, no matter how much spit flows and my eyes cry.
He says, turn around, bitch, and I'm turned around on my hands and knees staring at the floor.
He says, spread that ass, bitch, and my hands reach back to give him his choice of holes.
He says, now bark, bitch, like a dog, and I bark. Arr!
He says, you sound like a human barking. I said, bark like a dog. Arr!
He says, louder, bitch, I can't hear you. Arr!
He says, there, now you sound like what you are, a true bitch begging for cock.
Then he takes me, and finally, filled, I'm useful. I'm where I'm meant to be.
Most of all, through the pain, I'm happy.
Please, call me worthless. Call me stupid, nasty, filthy, disgraceful.
Humiliate me. Degrade me. Ruin me. Use me until I'm broken.
Then leave me alone, crying, empty and useless and starving once again.
I'm just a cunt. Please, disregard me and take your pleasure.