A Cumslut's Beginning Starts with Orgasm Control
The filming ends.
Nabi's cumslut declaration has been captured on video and carefully saved to my phone.
"Video's saved."
"Hhk… hhhk…!"
The moment the declaration is over, Nabi starts sobbing all over again. She might already be regretting it. Who could have known that a single tweet begging to get fucked would come swinging back like a boomerang and turn that fantasy into reality — and at the hands of the guy next door who fixed her computer, no less. She never would have imagined he was one of her followers.
And neither did I. Even before I set foot in this nest, I never expected the training to go this smoothly. To think I'd drag Nabi this low, turning her into a cumslut.
"I let you make a cumslut declaration. Shouldn't you be thanking me?"
I spit the words at her with a sneer. I was the one who blackmailed her into declaring herself a cumslut — that much is obvious. I know it perfectly well, and still I deliberately pin the blame on her, needling her with sarcasm. Humiliating Nabi like this is just too much fun. The longer this goes on, the deeper I sink into it.
"Hhhk… hhhk..! Hhhhk…!"
Nabi keeps sobbing, wretched and broken.
Slap!
"Haugh!!"
I strike her cheek with an open hand — a sharp little smack.
"I said, shouldn't you be thanking me?"
I spit the sarcasm again. It's the classic force-a-bow-and-demand-gratitude routine, but I keep threatening her because I want to hear it from her own mouth.
"Hhk… hhhk…!!"
Whether she's deliberately ignoring me or still can't process how wretched her situation has become, Nabi just keeps blubbering without an answer.
Slap!
"Hieuk!!!"
I give her cheek another light smack.
"What? Feeling pathetic now that you've declared yourself a cumslut?"
"Hhk… hhhk… Yes… now that I've… declared it… please stop… please…!"
"What?"
A flicker of anger boils up inside me. I drop my voice and ask her again.
"I already… declared myself a cumslut… please let me go… please…!"
"Ha…"
I'm so floored I let out a sigh. I plant my left hand against the wall and clench my right into a fist. I draw my right arm back. Then I drive the pulled-back arm forward with a measured force.
Thud!
"Huuuugh!!!"
I bury my fist in Nabi's lower belly — already red and swollen, faintly bruised blue — and she lets out a ragged gasp.
"Aaaah… augh… haaah… hah…!"
Bent double from the gut punch, Nabi hangs her head and heaves for air, her whole body shuddering. I grab both her cheeks and force her face up so her eyes meet mine.
"You think declaring yourself a cumslut is the end of it?"
"Mmmp..! Mmp…!"
Slap!
"Ugh!!"
"You declare yourself a cumslut and then ask to be let go?"
Slap!
"Mmmph!!"
"A girl who's become a cumslut — why the hell would you say something like that? You're just a bitch who spreads her cunt."
I load every word with a blade and hurl them at her.
"I've been wondering this for a while — are you pure, are you stupid, or are you doing this on purpose?"
"Hup… w-what…?"
With her cheeks still gripped, Nabi stammers the question back at me in a panic. To answer her, I let go of her face and pick up my smartphone. I open the Blow app and pull up Nabi's tweet on the screen.
"You posted this shit of a tweet and got caught, didn't you?"
"Nnngh…!"
I open the tweet where she begged to get fucked and play the video she uploaded with it.
"Hnnngh…!"
"You post trash like this."
I close the Blow app, open the photo app, and pull up the screenshot of Nabi's Blow profile.
"You were so careless managing it that I found your Blow account, huh?"
"Nnngh.. hnn…!"
Thud!
"Haaaah!!!"
I give her already red-and-blue swollen belly another light punch.
"Hah.. hah… haaah…!"
Nabi heaves for breath, her body rocking. She hangs limp like a tortured heroine, head bowed low.
"And you, you little pervert."
I set the tone, unclench my fist, and lay my open palm on her belly.
"Hieek..!"
Just putting my hand on her stomach makes her flinch — she thinks I'm about to hit her again. I slowly stroke my palm downward.
"Hnn…! Hnnngh…! Hah…!"
I trail my hand just lightly enough to send a dizzy, ticklish sensation through her. What comes out of Nabi's mouth isn't pain or sobbing anymore — something else entirely. My hand doesn't stop, sweeping straight down from just below her navel.
"Hieek.. hieeek… haaah…!"
Her moans keep pouring out in time with my caress.
"…! Hieeek..! Haaah…!"
The moment my fingers find her clit, Nabi's body jerks and a moan slips free. Something suddenly pokes out against the hand sweeping down. It's Nabi's clit — stiff and hard with arousal, standing at attention. I flick it once with a finger, then keep sweeping down to her labia.
"Haaaah..! Haaah…!"
When my fingers reach her folds, the sounds bursting from her mouth are unmistakably pure moans. I trail a single finger along her labia, then cup her entire crotch with my whole palm — wrapping it like a C-string.
"Hieek!! Hieeet..! Hieeeet….!"
When my hand engulfs her whole pussy, Nabi lets out a sound that's half panic, half lewd. The palm wrapping her cunt is soaked. I pull my hand away and look at it. Her juices and piss are mixed on my palm, sticky and glistening. I bring the palm smeared with Nabi's fluids up to my face and take a sniff. A fishy, faintly musky scent of her cunt juices stabs into my nose.
"Eek…! D-don't smell it…!"
Nabi tries a timid little protest in a shrunken voice.
"You take a beating and can't even keep from pissing out cunt juice like urine — and you even pissed yourself. What was that?"
I remind her again how filthy her body is, then move my hand back to her pussy. I deliberately stroke so my fingers graze her clit.
"Hieuk!!"
The second I brush her clit, Nabi twitches and moans. I dig around her pussy with the same fingers, like I'm searching for something.
"Hah!! Hnnngh!! Haaah!! Hieut!!"
As I finger-fuck and rummage through her cunt like I'm violating it, Nabi's moans spill out vulgar and raw. Like a doll, they burst out right on cue. As I dig through her pussy, something catches on the tip of my middle finger. I push slightly into the hollow beyond that catch. It's empty inside. Her cunt hole.
"Hieeeet!!! Hieet!!"
The panicked moan confirms it. I pull my hand off her pussy for now.
Slap slap!
"Augh!!"
I lightly smack the part of her thigh right where it meets her crotch. It's a light hit, but Nabi — wound tight with fear — lets out a startled moan.
"Hey. Lift your leg. Your leg."
Slap! Slap slap!
"Augh…! Augh!! Hieet!!"
Light smacks, but the wet crack of flesh and her moans hit my ears at the same time. Even with me tapping her thigh, Nabi doesn't lift her leg.
Slap!! Slap slap!!
"Augh!! That hurts..!"
"I said lift your leg!"
"Hieut…! Yes…!"
She finally caves and lifts the thigh I've been hitting, just a little. But the way she's holding it up is half-assed.
Slap!! Slap slap!!
"Aah!! Augh!! I-I lifted it…!"
"Higher. Higher. Lift it hard like a dog taking a piss, you bitch in heat."
Hearing that, Nabi lifts her leg a bit more. Once the leg is up enough, her pussy is fully exposed. I was too focused on training her earlier to notice, but looking now — Nabi's pussy is almost bare. Not completely hairless, but she must wax regularly; it's nearly smooth. Still, it's been a while since the last wax — a few prickly little hairs have started to poke through like stubble.
After a brief appreciation of her cunt, I bring my hand to the exposed hole and push my middle and ring fingers inside.
"Hieeeek…!"
Nabi panics at the foreign sensation entering her pussy. She's already so wet from the juices pouring out that I don't even need lube — my fingers slide in easily, spreading her hole.
"Hieet…!"
As my fingers go deep, the density of Nabi's moans thickens. I push middle and ring fingers in as far as they'll go, rotate my palm toward her clit, lift, and curl my fingers. A soft, pliant texture presses against the curled tips.
"Haaaaaah!!"
The moment I hook my fingers inside her cunt like a grappling hook, Nabi screams loud enough that "scream" is the only word for it — as if she has to announce the stimulation. Keeping the upper wall of her vagina pressed under the finger-hook, I start pumping my hand in and out.
Schlick. Schlick.
"Hngk!! Hnggk!!!"
The sound of her juices being crushed and ground against my fingers inside her pussy harmonizes with Nabi's vulgar noises. More and more of her juices coat my hand, thicker and stickier. With one leg up like a dog, the very sight of her under orgasm control looks filthy.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
"Hnnnngh…! Hnng…! Haaah…! Hah…!❤️"
Nabi, who was sobbing and begging me to stop just moments ago, now pours out lewd, frivolous moans like she's surrendered to the orgasm control. From the pussy I've been scooping out with my fingers, even more juice erupts than what had already spilled.