The Degradation of Terry - Sex Stories

The Degradation of Terry

... off. She doesn't fight it at all. I let Terrence fuck her too. It's part of his payment as the cameraman. I release the bed ties and I start dragging Terry by her precious hair out the door all the way to the car. This is not a short trip to be dragged. A couple of times she tries to get up to stop the pain. But I just kick her legs to drop her and give her a kick in the stomach. This then gives me another couple of minutes free to drag her down the path. We lose a considerable amount of her hair on the way as it gets pulled out and I have to find a new handhold. When we get to the car I open the trunk and toss her in. I drive onto the highway and we keep driving on the highway for an hour. When we get to an empty stretch of highway we pull over and I pop open the trunk again. There she is. A work of art. I took a worthless piece of shit slut and turned her into a walking monument to human degradation. The bruises will eventually go away, the places where her skin split or was scratched will heal. Her hair will grow back. Her pussy and ass will eventually recover from the stretching and tearing. She may even spend all the time and money required to remove the tattoos. But it doesn't matter. She'll never be the same, she'll always remember that she's not a person anymore. She's just a walking sex doll that I used and abused and turned into a tableau of pain and humiliation. I pick her up out of the trunk and throw her down the side of the highway and she tumbles down the twenty feet decline and comes to a stop right at the border with the forest. I can barely make out her breathing, and she's not moving any of her limbs. Some time tomorrow someone will find her, or she'll gain enough strength and resolve to climb back onto the highway where she'll get picked up and "rescued". But it'll never be over for her.