Tina and Jacie
MF FF IR Piercing Consent
Part one, life changes
My name is Tina and here I am sitting on a park bench across the street from a popular night spot crying my eyes out. I'm 22 years old and already been used and abused by my only two boy friends. Men are such assholes.
Like it's not painful enough to go through a break up, yet they have to really fuck your mind in the process. My first boyfriend dumped me at the high school prom. He was mean, a bully who enjoyed extracting humiliation and pain out of anyone he could. Including me.
He made it a point to very loudly belittle me and tell me to fuck off because he was leaving with my bestie.. He told terrible nasty lies about me and had the entire class pointing and laughing at me. I felt like crawling under a rock.
A few weeks later after my eighteenth birthday I hooked up with Carl. He was nice at first, but had a mean temper. We were going out for about six months when he talked me into moving in with him.
Mom and Dad tried talking me out of it but I insisted I was in love and knew what I was doing. I was so wrong. Shortly after we moved in together he changed. He would get angry and hit me. He would get drunk and abuse me physically sexually and mentally. He'd get me drunk and pass me around like a party favor.
I really didn't know too much about that because he would spike my drinks and I'd lose track of time and events. I'd wake up the next morning with my cunt feeling like it was on fire and a river of cum would dump out of me when I'd get up to go to the bathroom.
I confronted Carl the first time and we had a loud terrible fight with him using me as a punching bag. He called me a whore and said I was nothing without him. He was very controlling., he would make me remove my panties and he would check them to see if I was fucked while He wasn't home. I felt so trapped and alone but convinced myself that I loved him and needed him.
In our fourth year together he passed me around again at least twice. Id come to naked, in bed or on the Livingroom floor, totally smelling like a fuck fest. The last time, two days ago, I woke up covered in Hickie's and cum. My cunt and asshole were feeling raw and sore.
My jaw was hurting, I had cum in my hair on my tits and belly. I sat up and the cum gushed out of my abused cunt and asshole. My mouth tasted like stale cum.
I looked around and saw Carl passed out drunk. The apartment door was open and there were cigarette butts all over the place. I knew he would wake up hungover and mean so I pulled on a housecoat, closed the apartment door and started cleaning up.
I cleaned up the apartment being careful not to wake Carl. I was a mess, cum leaking out of both my asshole and cunt. I knew he trained me. He passed me around like a cheap six pack. I felt so degraded, used and worthless. I found a video on his phone of me getting fucked and sucking numerous cocks. I deleted it and wiped any picture I found. Then I went to the bathroom and took a sock in the tub to relax my sore body and cleanse it of the filth all those men dumped in and on me.
Although I could cleanse my body of the cum and scum, I could not cleanse my abused and degraded mind.
When Carl woke up we argued, he left, storming out after again calling me a worthless cum bucket whore and punching me in the face and gut. The punch in the gut forcing me to puke up the contents of my stomach with included all the cum I swallowed while being gang fucked by Carl and his friends.
Carl didn't come back home, so tonight after hiding my black and blue face with makeup, I tracked him down at his favorite bar. I walked in to find him in the corner fucking some eighteen year old pig in a back corner. I screamed his name out and the bar went silent. I kept screaming, attacking the blonde pig and Carl punched me in the gut again, causing me to puke and says get your shit and get out of my apartment.