Say it louder, slut - Him
she tried to act defiant at first.
she was trembling, but acted like she still had control.
But i saw the way she twitched when i grabbed her hair.
The way her breath hitched when i said it the first time:
“Say it. Louder.”
she whimpered something pathetic. Barely a whisper.
I slapped her face just hard enough to make her flinch.
Not to punish her — to remind her.
she looked up at Me with those wet, ruined eyes.
And that’s when it started.
“i’m Your slut.”
It was shaky. Unconvincing.
But I didn’t need it perfect. I needed it honest.
So I made her say it again.
And again.
And again.
Every repetition stripped something from her.
her shame.
her pride.
her identity.
Until she was Mine.
Not just in body — in voice, in thought, in instinct.
she moaned it between sobs.
Said it louder through the tears.
And when her voice broke, her cunt dripped.
she started needing to say it.
Like the words were the only thing keeping her together while I pulled her apart.
“i’m Your toy.”
“i’m nothing without You.”
“i was made for this.”
“i’m just a dumb little slut.”
Fuck.
She didn’t even realize how far gone she was.
Didn’t notice how her pussy clenched every time the word slut left her mouth.
Didn’t see how empty her eyes were getting — how perfect that was.
When she finally screamed it mid-orgasm, her whole body shaking, I smiled.
Because I hadn’t just made her say it.
I’d made her believe it.
And now?
she’ll never be anything else again.