ooooh, someone paying off my student loans in exchange for me being their personal porn star. maybe it's an old woman, who's already been through the struggle of debt and wants to "help" someone just entering the real world. maybe it's a young, rich man who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and only wanted someone easy to exploit. no matter their motivation, they look at me and see only one thing: a whore. someone not worth anything outside of how willing i am to degrade myself for other people.
it starts small. a picture of my tits for $30, not even enough to cover the monthly interest. when i ask for more, they tell me i need to work for it instead of begging for a hand out. $50 for a picture of my cunt. $100 for fucking myself with a dildo they picked out and recording it. $200 for wearing a plug out in public and taking a picture bent over a bathroom sink where anyone could walk in and see. the money starts slowly chipping away at my loan, and once it starts, i can't stop.
i ask for more, and they tell me they're done paying for pictures when they could just have the real thing. i protest, because i had told them i wouldn’t meet up in person, but they offer enough that i would stupid for saying no.
i agree. they're nice, on the surface. i can't differentiate the meanness in their eyes from the arousal. the first time, they're gentle, and i think that i made the right choice because nothing bad happened. the next time, they want to use toys on me and fuck me hard with a dildo thats just a little too big, they leave it in while they torture my clit and nipples with pinches. and the next, they want to hurt me. they hit me with a paddle until i'm crying, then use my body while i’m still reeling from the pain. i leave their place with a wobble in my step and bruises all over me.
i go over there one day and they have company. they keep passing me drinks until i'm swaying in my seat. they tell me to undress and i’m sober enough to put my foot down. when i refuse, they grab me and pull my clothes off, saying that whores don't get to say no. i try to fight them off, but it’s no use. they hold me against their chest and their friends start touching me, groping my tits and cunt, laughing at me when i flinch away. someone holds another drink to my lips and spills it all down my front when i won’t open, and the next time they try, my owner forces my mouth open so i have to drink unless i want to drown. more drinks are fed to me, the friends taking turns like i’m a zoo exhibit. the entire time, they’re commenting in my ear about how wet i am just from a bunch of strangers touching me, how loose i am after so long of being their personal sex doll. they make fun of me the first time i cum on someone's fingers.
when i’m wasted, my owner finally lets me go. i’m passed around the party. people use my mouth, my tits, my pussy, my ass. i’m in and out of awareness. i end up in someone's lap without realizing it, and they complain about how i’m so out of it i can barely ride them.
when i wake up, i’m sticky from alcohol and cum, tossed onto the couch at some point in the night. someone has written all over my body with a thick permanent marker, and my stomach flips when i see the tally of how many times i was fucked. my owner makes me beg for some pain killers, then pay for them with head, which makes my headache a thousand times worse. they tell me i can have a shower if i let them take pictures of the aftermath and they force me to pose with my legs open and cunt spread. they tell me i can leave if i let them post all of it online-- every picture and video i ever sent them, all the ones that were taken the night previous, and the aftermath, a perfect timeline of my own corruption published for the world to see.
i end up staying with them permanently. the first night of the rest of my life, they fuck me while scrolling through their own personalized porn folder.