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Bella had been unhappy already about begging Charles to give her giant fake porn-cow tits, but she became much less happy when Charles told her how she had to beg.
“Strip naked and lie on the bed, honey, on your back, with your tits up,” he told her, and Bella did as she was told.
Then Charles pulled her down the bed until her head was hanging over the edge.
Charles went and turned on the TV on the far side of the bed, and then returned, took out his cock, and plugged it into her mouth in this position. Bella’s head was upside down, and it was disorienting, but she did her best to please her boyfriend’s dick with her lips and tongue.
“Now, I’m going to beat your tits and cunt for cheating on me, sweetie,” said Charles. “It’s what you deserve. And I’m going to keep beating you until I cum. And I’m going to watch some porn with prettier women who have bigger tits, because your body is a bit disappointing. And I want you think about having big porn-cow tits for me.”
He fucked her mouth a little with his cock, and then added, “If you can cum from thinking about porn-cow tits before I cum from looking at them, then I’ll know you’re serious, and we’ll make it happen. Otherwise we’ll do this again tomorrow morning, and then again tomorrow night.”
Bella’s mind filled with shame and humiliation. Charles was using her as an object – not a person, but a hole to fuck. A masturbatory toy. In this position, with her head upside down, her whole body arranged for the convenience of Charles’ cock, with no regard to her own comfort, it was impossible to feel like an empowered, intelligent woman.
And he wasn’t even looking at her, or thinking about her. He was watching big-titted sluts on the TV, because they made him harder and hornier than she did.
She remembered what she had admitted in counselling, that she was “worthless and small-titted”.
“I act like a bitch every day,” she had said, “because Charles deserves porn cow tits and all I offer him are tiny disappointing fuckbags.”
Normal girls didn’t disappoint their boyfriends. Their boyfriends didn’t have to watch porn in order to cum in their mouths. But Bella wasn’t normal. She was a worthless small-titted bitch, who couldn’t seem to stop disappointing Charles and cheating on him.
And then all of her thoughts vanished, because Charles started to slap her tits and cunt.
When the first blow landed on her exposed pussy, her whole body bucked, and she brought her legs together and her knees up to prevent further strikes.
In response, Charles pushed his cock all the way into her mouth, pinning her head against the bed. Her nose was crushed against his leg. Bella began to choke. She couldn’t breathe. She flailed ineffectually at Charles with her hands, but he continued to plug her throat with his dick as she struggled for air.
Eventually she realised what he wanted, and she spread her legs again. Charles responded by backing off, allowing her to suck a grateful lungful of air in through her nose. And then he slapped her pussy again.
If she wanted to breathe, she had to keep her legs spread, and her pussy unprotected it, and let him spank it. It felt so unnatural, to deliberately spread her legs so a man could abuse her most sensitive areas. And it hurt so much! Her pussy wasn’t designed to be hurt that way – was it? She could barely think from the pain in her cunt.
And then the pain was in her tits too, as he began to slap and punch at her breasts with his other hand. Bella tried to squeal with agony around her mouthful of cock, but she could barely produce any sound at all.
It felt like it went on for hours, but it must have been only minutes, and then suddenly Charles was cumming in her mouth. Bella swallowed, obedient and eager, even though her tits and cunt were on fire with pain.
Charles pulled his cock out when he was done cumming, and wiped it clean on Bella’s face.
“You didn’t cum, sweetie,” he said. “That means you don’t want your porn-cow tits enough yet. I’ll come back tomorrow morning, and we can do this again.”
There were tears in Bella’s eyes. “Please, Charles,” she begged. “This hurts so much. My pussy isn’t designed to be punched…”
“Yes, it is, honey,” said Charles. “You don’t think your pussy is so sensitive to give you *pleasure*, do you? It’s so that men can discipline you, and help you be a good girl. You evolved to feel pain in your tits and cunt so that men could help you make good decisions for yourself.”
That didn’t sound right to Bella, but her brain was so confused these days, and her breasts and groin were in so much pain.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetie,” he said. “Try to focus on how much you want your new porn-cow tits.”
When he was gone, she wept. He would beat her tomorrow, and the same thing would happen. How could she cum, thinking about being transformed into a disgusting sex doll? How could she cum when she was choking on a mouthful of cock, and the only stimulation in her pussy was a series of agonising slaps?
But she knew Charles was serious. He would keep doing it until she was able to orgasm before he ejaculated into her mouth.
God, she was so stupid and worthless. A good girlfriend could do this. A good girlfriend would please her boyfriend and do what he wanted.
She had to train herself. She had to practice. She had to get good at this, as soon as possible, to please Charles, and to stop him beating her cunt.
She went to her computer and went looking for porn featuring women with ridiculous fake tits. She set a suitable video to play, and began to play with her pussy while she watched it.
It was gross to her, at first. She wasn’t a lesbian. She didn’t like looking at naked women, particularly porn-cow sluts. But she played with her pussy, and after a while, she got wet from the stimulation, and what was on her screen seemed to be more interesting.
The video ended, and she chose another, where a woman was holding up her large tits for a group of masturbating men to ejaculate onto. Many of them missed her tits, and spurted across her face. Bella rubbed her pussy, and stared.
She played with her cunt well into the night. It took a long time to feel like she was close to cumming. These videos weren’t her fetish, and it was hard to be aroused while looking at them, but she tried hard. She didn’t allow herself to orgasm when she got close, though. She needed to save her orgasms for Charles.
She fell asleep eventually, and woke up the next morning to find Charles in her apartment.
“Take the position, sweetie,” he told her, and Bella obediently arranged herself on the bed like yesterday, so that Charles could fuck her face and beat her tits and cunt while he watched porn.
Today he had brought a leather belt, and he used this to whip her pussy and breasts, and it hurt far more than his hand had.
Bella tried her best to think how sexy it would be to have her new giant tits, but she was still only just beginning to get wet when Charles discharged his sperm down her throat.
“We’ll try again tonight, sweetie,” he told her, and left.
Bella had to go to work after that, and spend the day under her boss’ desk, sucking his cock (and cheating on Charles). She spent her time thinking about big tits and rubbing her pussy as she sucked. By the end of the day she was flushed with arousal, eager to cum, stupid with lust.
But even so, when she found Charles waiting for her at home, she wasn’t able to cum before he ejaculated into her. The pain of having her cunt whipped cut across her sexy thoughts, and she found herself concentrating on the agony more than the fantasy of her new tits.
She spent the night finding and viewing new practice material. It wasn’t enough that the women in the video had big tits. She looked for ones where they were in pain, having their tits whipped or their cunt spanked. She stared at their huge naked udders, and their crying faces, and their red, painful cunts, and she masturbated, without release, until she fell asleep.
The next morning Charles used her and beat her again, and while Bella was unable to cum, she was delighted to feel a confused, uncertain wetness in her pussy as Charles spanked her. She swallowed his cum, and promised to do better that night, and went to work.
In the office, still desperate to pass Charles’ challenge, she shyly asked her boss if he could help hurt her, as she knelt under his desk and sucked his cock.
He grinned, and said that of course he could. He found her thick bulldog clips to attach to her labia and to her clitoris, and he wrapped elastic bands tightly around the base of her tits. Then he attached a length of elastic to her clitoris clip, and to her breasts, and connected the other end to his wristwatch. Throughout the day, as he operated the mouse and keyboard of his computer, the natural motions of his hand would yank on Bella’s clitoris and boobs, causing her pain.
She thanked him, and obediently sucked his cock beneath her desk, her eyes watering at the constant tugging on her private areas. With her clitoris in a bulldog clip, she couldn’t rub her pussy normally, so she contented herself with fingerfucking her fuckhole.
That night she lay on the bed again, with her head hanging over the edge, and sucked Charles’ cock as he beat her. This was beginning to feel like a normal way, to Bella, for a girl to please her boyfriend. Unfortunately for Bella, abusing her tits and cunt all day had just made them even more sensitive, and Charles’ punishment now was unbearable. She began to cry, and once Charles realised he was crying, he orgasmed almost immediately. Bella noted that Charles enjoyed her body more when she was miserable.
She watched big-titted torture porn again that night, and stared at the crying porn-cows in the videos, and told herself that she wished she it was her in the video. She masturbated until she fell asleep, and she dreamed of rape, and of having her giant fake tits whipped.
She rose in the morning horny and stupid and barely able to think straight. When Charles arrived, she assumed the position for him automatically, with no conscious thought, and when he stuffed his cock into her mouth and began to slap her cunt she realised with delight that she was sopping wet.
She thought about being a big-titted porn-cow for Charles – and the thought was disgusting, and humiliating, and shameful – but all those feelings seemed to make her wetter. If she became a porn-cow, she would please Charles, and her life would be simpler, and she wouldn’t be worthless anymore.
Charles slapped and punched at her breasts, and then returned to her cunt – and on the third subsequent open-handed slap to her wet cuntflesh, Bella felt herself cumming. She was so proud of herself. She had done what Charles wanted. She was a good girl.
And when Charles saw she was cumming, he orgasmed as well, flooding her throat with his sperm, which Bella swallowed like the good girl she was.
And once he had pulled out of her mouth and cleaned himself on her face, Bella looked up at him with adoring eyes.
“Good girl,” said Charles, and it felt like the greatest praise Bella had ever known. “Now, sweetie, is there something you want to tell me?”
“Yes, sir,” said Bella. “May I have please have giant porn-cow udders now?”
“Of course you can, kitten,” said Charles, stroking her face. “Let’s get you booked in.”
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