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Is this where they brought you?
Out here in the middle of no where?
You couldnât be heard screaming for help out here, could you?
How did that make you feel?
Hmmmm. Yes, I can imagine how terrifying that would be.
Are these the trees they tied you too?
So this is where they whipped your naked body?
How many lashes did they give you?
Too many to count?
That must have been terribly uncomfortable?
The pain was excruciating?
You blacked out from it?
Is that when you woke up on your back in the dirt?
And the men were using your holes?
How many men rutted inside of you?
Too many to count?
No, I meant, at a time. How many men at a time rutted inside you and used your tiny holes?
No less than two men at a time?
But more often it was three men at a time?
Sometimes there were two men in one hole?
Were they big men?
Older men?
Much older men?
Did their big, hard cocks stretch out your tiny holes?
How did that make you feel?
Hmmmm, yes, yes, I see.
I imagine it would make you feel like a dirty, filthy, nasty, little cunt.
Pardon me?
You only said it made you feel dirty?
Didnât you feel nasty too, being ârapedâ over and over?
You guess you did.
Didnât you feel like a filthy cunt as well with all those old menâs hard cocks pummeling your holes?
You guess so.
So I was correct in my assessment of you, before you so rudely attempted to correct me?
Yes, I thought so.
Dirty, filthy, nasty, little cunts like you often rudely interrupt their betters.
Youâre sorry?
Weâll see about that.
Anything else happen out here in this desolate place that night that we havenât already discussed?
Oh, it wasnât just one night?
They kept you out here for several days?
How many days?
Too many to count?
And no one reported you missing in all that time?
Youâre a runaway?
I see.
So for all those days those men held you out here, they just kept using you?
Over and over again?
Did they ever bother to feed you anything during all that time?
Only their semen?
So you were a cum guzzling, dirty, filthy, nasty, little cunt for them for days and days on end?
Youâre becoming upset?
Simply because Iâm repeating your own words back to you to describe the ordeal?
Seems a bit hysterical and unhinged of you, donât you think?
Perhaps I should restrain you so that you donât hurt yourself?
Youâre sorry?
You will calm yourself?
Youâll be better?
Of course I will accept your apology.
Now, during all this time, during all the brutal whippings, and the endless hole pummelings, and the cum guzzling buffets, was their ever a time that that filthy gash between your legs got wet and leaky for them?
What does that have to do with anything?
Are you serious?
Why would you even ask me something like that?
Are you attempting to deflect?
Why do I ask?
Because it seems as if you donât wish to take any responsibility at all for your part in this, is that true?
Your confused?
Really?
What were you wearing that day?
Oh really?
And just how short was the skirt?
What kind of panties were you wearing underneath?
A thong?
A black lace thong?
I see.
What about a bra?
You werenât even wearing a bra?
Just so I understand this correctly, you were out, walking around, all by yourself, in a short, short little skirt, with practically only black lace, dental floss between your pussy lips, wearing no bra at all, with your titties just bouncing all around for everyone to see?
How do you think that made those poor men feel?
You donât know?
Well, donât you think you should think about that right now and give it some fucking consideration?
Iâll ask you again, how do you, a dirty, filthy, nasty, little cunt, think you made those poor men feel walking around like a bitch in heat, flaunting your young, tight, fit body, practically naked, with your tits bouncing around all over the place?
What?
Iâm sorry, what did you just say to me?
Youâre not that big breasted?
Well, letâs just see about that, shall we?
Looks like theyâre bouncing around plenty every time I slap the shit outta them, doesnât it?
Iâm hurting you?
Simply from showing you the error in your thought process?
Youâre being a little overly sensitive and paranoid, donât you think?
Donât you see how Iâve proven to you that your tits were, in fact, bouncing all around for those poor, poor men to witness?
Thank you.
Now, back to the business at hand, how do you think you made all those men feel walking around like a slut for rent?
What was that, now?
Speak up dear.
How did you make those men feel?
Frustrated?
Yes, yes, I can definitely see how frustrated they would feel.
Especially now, being out here, all alone with you, I can definitely feel their frustration.
How else do you think you made those men feel?
You think you made their cocks hard too?
Interesting.
And how do you think that made them feel?
Like they needed to use a dirty, little girl to cum in and relieve themselves from their aching balls and throbbing cocks?
Good. Good, little one.
Youâre doing so well.
What else do you think?
Tell me what else you think you did to provoke these older men?
You looked some of them in the eye and smiled?
Do you think they took that as a challenge?
Maybe you do?
Well, do you think they took it as an invitation?
Again, maybe you do?
So to be clear, you think you were the one to actually instigate all of the events that transpired?
Take your time.
Really think on it.
Think about everything you did.
Think about what you were wearing.
Think about how you were walking.
Think about how you practically dared them to take you and use your holes.
Think about if that little slit got wet and juicy for them, inviting them to go deeper inside that nasty snatch.
Why are you crying?
Because you think it was all your fault?
Oh, because you know it was all your fault.
Good girl.
And because you feel bad for wasting my time and having me come out here?
Thatâs very sweet of you to say.
But, what about challenging me and my assessments of the ordeal?
Donât you feel at all bad for that?
What about your rudeness towards me?
Not even a tinge of remorse for that?
Youâre sorry?
Well, like I told you before, weâre just gonna have to see about that.
What am I going to do with you?
Why am I handcuffing you?
Why do you ask so many stupid questions?
What do you think Iâm going to do with a no good, used up, trashy, little runaway cunt like you?
And donât think for a moment that I canât smell that fucking snatch of yours starting to juice up for me.
God, you really are a dumb whore, arenât you?
What was that?
Youâll be a good girl for me?
You donât want to be hurt anymore?
Awww, you poor, little thing.
You donât even know what pain is.
But I have a little cabin, tucked away much deeper and much further in these woods where I will show you.
A cozy place I use to keep trashy, little provocative cunts like you.
Is that where Iâm taking you?
Christ, you really are stupid, arenât you?
Yes, dummy, thatâs where Iâm taking you.
Youâll what now?
Youâll show me how sorry you really are?
Oh, youâre promising to be really, really sorry?
Donât worry, cunt.
I happen to know for fact just how sorry youâre going to be.