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He stood over her again, sneering. Waiting. He wanted her to continue. "I'm so pathetic", she sniffled, knowing it was true. "I AM fucking useless", and she paused to snork her sinuses clear, "and... and I hate begging you so much, and, and, it makes me feel so awful...and I'm just a useless cunt". And at this she broke out sobbing, so that it took quite a while for her to blubber out, "and I hate myself, and...and, I just want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck my... my useless cunt. I...I want to make you happy." This made her cry harder, probably because at some level it was the truth. Her distress seemed to wash away all her creativity and she was reduced to whimpering,
"Please? Please fuck me...Please...please?" She did want it. Not that she was at all horny; she was just desperate to stop begging him. To stop groveling. Somehow, being raped was less humiliating than calling herself a slut and begging to be fucked. He spit on her splayed pussy, saying with disgust, "Me, fuck THAT hole? Hell, no" Her hands fell away from her rejected pussy, and she sobbed a little harder. And he waited.