At first, Callie tried to just not let the harassment she received online bother her. Every day she received messages from men telling her that she was a slut, threatening to rape her, and telling her that her proper place was on her knees sucking a cock.
But, day by day, the abuse piled up. And on one social media platform in particular, the constant stream of vile degradation was particularly overwhelming Finally, Callie had had enough – and she filed a formal complaint with the social media platform.
The social media company referred her to “mediation”.
When Callie turned up to mediation, she was surprised to find that it was held in a pitch-black meeting room, and once she entered… she didn’t entirely remember what had happened. She thought there had been a video. She was fairly sure there had been bright, flashing lights. She had an vague memory that there had been some odd noises.
She left the mediation in a daze.
When she got home, she undressed completely, without bothering to close the curtains to the street. She didn’t understand what she was doing or why she was doing it. She blushed but couldn’t bring herself to cover her tits or pussy. Her cunt was unaccountably wet.
She scrolled through each and every message in her inbox. Every time she found a degrading message, she wrote it twenty times onto a piece of paper, while reading it aloud and masturbating. “I am a stupid slut,” she would mutter while fingering her fuckhole and writing it in large letters. “I deserve to be raped. I am a fat whore pig.”
She would then send a friend request to the man who sent it to her, along with a picture of her naked and masturbating.
Where a man had told her she had done something wrong, she would clip clothes pegs to her clitoris and nipples, and then slap them off with one hand while masturbating with the other. Then she would, again, send the man a friend request along with a long apology where she admitted to being a stupid slut.
Where a man had sexually propositioned her, or threatened to rape her, she would send him a photo of her nude, and invite him round to her home to act out his fantasies. It took her weeks to get through these, within which she was fucked in her own bed by a seemingly never-ending procession of strangers.
All the time she couldn’t believe what she was doing. She didn’t want to be friends with these men. She didn’t want to fuck people who had insulted her. But she couldn’t stop herself. Sometimes she even posted photos of her degradation to her public profile.
Her humiliation didn’t last forever. As the process went on – and there were always more men willing to insult her online – she slowly came to believe the things she was writing and saying. She *was* a stupid whore. She *did* deserve to be raped. No nice girl did the things she was doing or behaved the way she did. She had been a terrible brat to make these men so upset with her. She should have concentrated on pleasing them by fucking them and showing them her tits and keeping her mouth shut.
And so eventually the day came when she didn’t even resent what was happening to her, and just accepted it. And at that point her complaint was resolved and her mediation was complete. She had no further objection – in fact, after that point, she never complained to a man ever again…
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