I don't want there to be anybody left out there, who doesn't know the look of my gaping cunt, I don't want to have friends or colleagues who don't know all the things I did, who don't know my complete destruction, my humiliation and how much it gets me off. Sandra sure was vocal about what she wanted, as she talked into the camera, that Old George, the homeless man who fostered her abuse over the last couple of hours, held towards her face.
I want to do it all - I want to further ruin my body, ruin my cunt, hell - even ruin my health if I need to. I want to expose everything, I want there to be nothing private left, I want to be available - to everybody, without any further limits. This weekend, the next few days - they will destroy everything I've worked for, every ounce of decency in my and show the world what I really am - Sandra Wilder, sex toy, nothing but a wide-open cunt, a cum bucket, a dumpster for the most defiled, for the most vile.
With this the camera panned down along Sandra's mostly naked body, only covered by the remains of her partially ripped dress, and towards the background: She was sitting with her legs spread as far as seemed possible, masturbating furiously with what seemed to be an empty wine bottle that she jammed into her sore cunt, while pulling on her nipple ring with the other hand. All this happened in the street light of the railway station, where she was half-propped on a dirty bench. Graffiti, grime, and dirt shaped the scene - that and the curious looks of multiple on-lookers, who in a fascinated way watched Sandra's wild performance.
It was around 11pm on a Saturday night - so not too many were around and honestly - most people who were still around were not the ones to complain about a mostly naked girl performing lewd sex acts. What a day it had been for Sandra, the star of the scene, the new-found local celebrity she had become over the last 24 hours, give or take a few. Stepping back to the previous night, Sandra found herself after being paraded naked throughout the whole city in the early morning hours back at her own place, where she invited the four homeless men who supported her repulsive acts and who made sure to share every little detail of her self humiliation on her social media channels - she wanted to be famous, after all.
So there they were, entering her cozy apartment, where she so graciously invited them. And boy had she invited them, after all the terrible things she had done to herself that day and that night, even those disgusting men were more than happy to settle down - and she insisted, that they take the king size bed. And again, they were happy to oblige, having had planned something special for Sandra anyway.
See, Sandra had over-performed in this night: She had inserted every terrible thing they had found on the street and in dumpsters into her cunt and asshole, she had let them run a train on her (or rather - she begged them to), she had allowed them to fist her in public, she had exposed herself to hundreds of people while drugged-out in broad daylight in the park. But, travelling home, still with the broken needles stuck in her cunt, she had insisted that she doesn't want her exposure and humiliation to end, just because the night was over.
So, it was not the bed for her that night - that would have offered far too much privacy for dear Sandra Wilder, instead she insisted to sleep out on her lawn chair on the balcony. It was a warm summer night, so she would not need a blanket - no, she would not even need any clothing, she demanded. So, out she went, followed by the wide-eyed men, who could barely believe what they saw: Yes, they saw Sandra humiliate herself all over time, but on her own balcony, with neighbors and friends potentially looking on, that was nearly too much to grasp even for them. Sandra, however, was not satisfied: See, it was not the first time she was naked out there, some of her neighbors might have seen quite a lot of her already in the past. So for today, this did not seem enough, it still seemed to good, to clean, to normal for how she wanted this night to end. But worry not, she laughed, she had something prepared - go to my room, you will find everything you need there, prepared on my nightstand.
And off one of the men went, only to come back a minute later with more than a wicked smile on his face: Carrying he was some zip ties, a dildo that seemed far too big for Sandra's tiny frame, and more importantly: a speculum. What are you waiting for, she demanded with a voice loud enough to attract attention at this time of the night - but that's what she needed, hoping soon some lamps around her own well-lit balcony would come on, investigating the noise. Spread me open, she urged, plunging down with her legs spread wide on her lawn chair.
You, tie my legs to the railing of the balcony, so there is no hiding, she told one of her tormentors, who laughingly complied with her wish. In the meantime, she started fucking her own cunt with the dildo - it still being sore from the needles she had jammed in their earlier and now carelessly thrown on the balcony floor. When she was satisfied with the abuse she had given her stretched out cunt, she pleaded George to insert the speculum as deep in her as possible, and then to open it as far as he could. Making sure to capture every moment of this amazing performance on Sandra's phone, he happily complied.
What a sight she was. It was still dark outside, but the light on Sandra's balcony illuminated her perfectly - showing off her trim body, but more importantly: her grotesquely opened up cunt. The speculum inside her prevented it from closing up, providing every onlooker insight into her once most private places. Yes, this is what she needed, her cunt to be stretched and destroyed, her health to be at risk, and her reputation to be ruined. Everybody should know what she looks like naked, and even more - every single spot of her body and the inside of her cunt should be public knowledge.
