This is a short prologue to a non-consensual/BDSM story I'm writing. I'm hoping the style isn't overly heavy or flowery. It's just meant to make you want to keep reading.
This story is about a girl who was made a fool of. A girl who was abducted, abused, and converted into a human sex toy - forevermore existing only to give her captors something to humiliate. One of these people was someone she had trusted, and falling in love with him, three years before this bleak second half of her life all started, was her first mistake. Isn’t there something very darkly erotic in the idea of a person being raped and degraded by the one that they love, and thought loved them back? A deep humiliation inherent in being the victim of such harsh and self-serving betrayal.
That said, the true author of her enslavement was someone quite different. There was absolutely no betrayal here, rather deliberate calculation and machination. To not have realized that she had caught the eye of this young woman’s sadistic desire, to have been unaware of her perverted form of love, was the victim’s second mistake. This orchestrator constructed a cruel fate for the girl, elevating sadism to an art-form. Not out of malice - just lust, and a carnal taste for schadenfreude.
And so at the hands of both lust and betrayal, the girl’s life tipped into one of constant, penetrating humiliation. Her captors made a mockery of her dignity, imprisoning her day and night and inventing forever more creative ways to belittle and lower her. This story is about a girl whose sexual degradation knew no limits. It will not end happily for her.
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