Note: Thanks to @Whoreowner for providing the inspiration for this story.

Carrie Meets The Whoreowner



It was some weeks since Carrie replied to a unusual phone message telling her that she has been chosen to be the next target for an hour with the Whoreowner, and she had all but forgotten about receiving it. In a flash however, it all came back to her as she was bundled into the back of a van and then knocked out cold.

Carrie woke to find herself locked in the dungeon, her mind racing with fear and anxiety as she looked first at the bed in the corner, then at a countdown timer on the wall which was set to sixty minutes. She could hear footsteps approaching, and her heart began to pound in her chest. The door creaked open, and a man stepped inside. He was tall, muscular, and wearing a leather mask. Carrie recognized him immediately as the Whoreowner, a man that had been hired to train her in the art of sadistic pleasure.

The Whoreowner approached Carrie, his eyes raking over her body. Carrie was slim despite being a mother twice over, with shoulder-length blonde hair, a gorgeous tight butt and small but pert breasts, and she was also what most would consider to be objectively beautiful. Yet, the Whoreowner did not care for her appearance and verbally abused Carrie, telling her she was fat, ugly, and that she should be ashamed of her disgusting body and her small tits. She was wearing only a sheer white dress that she did not recognize, and as her bra and panties had already been removed it left little to the imagination. Her small breasts were barely covered and her long, dark nipples were rock hard whilst her hairy pussy was on full display beneath the thin material.

Carrie felt a shiver run down her spine as the Whoreowner reached out and touched her left breast. Suddenly, Whoreowner grabbed at Carrie's bush and yanked hard, pulling a clump of her pubic hair clean out, making her instantly scream with pain. Whoreowner observed Carrie's now disheveled bush, he shook his head slowly and to her horror he pulled out a lighter. "Stay still bitch!" he growled, as the lighter flames first licked her soft, brown pussy hair and then fully caught alight, Carrie squirming and screaming as her bush was incinerated and removed from her body, the smell of her burnt pubic hair alone was enough to make her gag.

"You're mine now," he growled, his voice deep and menacing. "I'm going to fuck you in every hole, use you in every way for the next hour. You're going to scream for me, cry for me. And when I'm done with you, you'll beg for more."

Carrie tried to escape, but the Whoreowner was too strong. He grabbed her and threw her onto the filthy bed, his hands roughly tearing at her dress. She cried out but her sounds were muffled as he forced his dick into her mouth, gagging her with his size. Spit dripped down her chin as he face-fucked Carrie, his balls slapping against her chin.

"That's it, whore," he grunted, his hips thrusting wildly. "Take it ALL."

She wore gold hoop earrings, Whoreowner tore these off her and clamped them onto her sensitive nipples, Carrie screaming in pain as she felt the sharp metal latch of the jewellry pierce her skin.

Carrie tried to push him away again, but he was just too strong. Whoreowner wore a belt with a selection of sex toys attached that could only be described as eye-popping, he grabbed for a huge dildo and forced it into her pussy, fucking her with it mercilessly. She screamed in pain as her vagina was stretched, still, he pushed it deeper, her body shaking with each thrust and her white pussy juices covering the black toy.

"Please, stop," she begged, tears streaming down her face. "It HURTS too much!"

The Whoreowner ignored her cries, instead reaching for a oversized butt-plug. He spat onto her hole before gaping it with one hand and pushing it hard into Carrie's virgin asshole with the other, making her scream. Carrie had never been fucked in the ass before, and the sensation was overwhelming.

"You're mine now, whore," he growled, his hips thrusting wildly. "I'm going to use you in every way."

He tied her arms and legs and bent her over a table before pulling the butt-plug out of her and picking up a whip, then in went his huge, hard cock as he started fucking Carrie in the ass mercilessly. She cried as he slapped her face and tits. He then whipped her pussy, the pain was unbearable.

Again, Carrie begged him to stop and tried to pull away but she had no more fight in her as her body was violated. She kept on repeating quietly.. "It hurrrrts."

The only thought on Whoreowners mind was to humiliate Carrie to the fullest extent. He got a permanent marker out of his belt and wrote all over her body, 'slut, whore, cum dump, tiny tits, deep throat lover, gag me and use me'. It would be weeks before those words would disappear fully from her skin.

The Whoreowner continued to ignore her cries, instead reaching for a bondage harness which was hanging from a rafter. He strapped Carrie into it, her body was elevated and her legs were spread as wide as they would go by the pulley system. Carrie was immobile, and Whoreowner inserted two of his index fingers inside her vagina and began rapidly finger-fucking Carrie, with his thumb massaging her clit. After a few minutes of this, Carrie's body convulsed and a jet of her bodily liquid shot out, covering the Whoreowners arm.

Carrie continued to shudder as the last of her juices dripped from her hole. The Whoreowner held his hard cock and pushed it yet again into Carrie's sore pussy. She moaned as he pushed deeper, her body shaking with each thrust. Carrie could not help herself as she was forced to have a powerful orgasm. Whoreowner pulled out, then lifted her legs over her shoulders and shoved his hard cock back into her tight, used cunt. He looked Carrie in the eyes and told her how much of a slut she is for cumming for him and for lubing up his cock with her whore juices. He then pulled his wet cock out, and started forcing it back into her tight ass.

"You like that, whore?" he growled, his hips thrusting wildly. "You like it when I fuck you like this?". Carrie screamed again but he just laughed and spat in her mouth.

Carrie couldn't answer, her mind numb with pain and pleasure. The Whoreowner pulled out, cum flowing from her fucked holes. He untied her and forced her to wear a ball gag, her body trembling with fear.
Whoreowner wanted Carrie to orgasm again, and warned her "You are going to cum again for me otherwise I am going to hurt your laughable tits even more." and he squeezed the earrings, sending a bolt of pain through Carrie who screamed as her nipples were fully pierced. With her fingers on her clit, a dildo in her pussy and his cock in her ass, Carrie had no option but to do all she could to cum again so that it will be over, just as Whoreowner exploded into deep into her bum.

"You're mine now, whore," he growled, his voice deep and menacing. "I own you."

Carrie had been in the dungeon for almost an hour, but it felt like an eternity. When the Whoreowner finally let her go after the timer sounded, his cum still flowing from her holes, she stumbled and fell over as her legs gave way, then she maanged to stand up and run. She ran until she was out of the dungeon, out of the building, and out of the city. She ran until she was free, her body bruised and naked, her mind clear.

And as she ran, Carrie realized that she had survived. She had been used, abused and completely violated, but she had SURVIVED.

And that was all that mattered.

 

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