i have been trying to follow my slut rules, and i can't do it always, but i'm getting better at it, and i had an experience i'd like to share, although to be honest it put me into a wierd state which is why i've been sorta absent the lat little bit.

okay so i finally figured out that all the bars in this area are not "rough" anymore, in any real sense. so someone gave me the idea that i might have to drive out of town and go to a more of a "hick" bar in a smaller town where at least my "unladylike" appearence and behavior would at least be more noticeable.

well, i heard a long time ago that there was a meth lab in a certain area, and it was a pretty big deal, and it was near enough to a certain small town. so even though i didn't know any of the bars there, and it was a three hour drive, i decided to go there, actually i googled the area and found a bar that was not even in the town but along a highway very near town but not in it. one of the yelp reviews implied that it was "very sketchy" and said "don't go there at night". so i went!

i decided that i would go late at night so i ended up not leaving my house until 8pm and i didn't get there until after 11. i might have gone on a Friday or Saturday, but i couldn't wait, i was too excited, but it worked out, and by that i mean i had a very intense experience, one that i have been wanting for a long, long time... i am still lort of shell shocked, and i had to go to the doctors because i was worried i had maybe really been injured, but i am okay. i am not injured, and i am very spacey but very happy... i feel like an insane person saying this but i am definitely going to go back!

when i got there, there were a few guys at the bar close to the entrance, but there were a few guys who were more loud and drunk at a table in the back. the table was pretty close to the bar, and i decided that if i sat at the very back of the bar i would be only a bout six feet from their table, and that's where i wanted to be. 

i had a shot of jameson's for courage, and then another because i needed a little more courage, and also i had a plan to get drunk and to stay until closing if i needed to. i wore a clingy, strappy red dress which barely covered my ass, but i had on black garters which could be seen, plainly, below the hemline. so even when i was standing you could see a sliver of my very pale thighs between my hem and stockings, and of course the garters themselves clipped onto the stockings, and when i walked on my red 3" heels, or when i sat on the bar stool, of course a lot more was visible, and of course according to my slut rules i am mot allowed to wear panties. my pussy would be on full display if i spread my legs. the dress would not cover it. and that is what my slut rules required me to do.

so that's what i did. after my two shots, i swiveled around in my seat, faced the guys at the table, shut my eyes, and opened my legs.

i was afraid to open my eyes for a few minutes. but i could hear them talking... not every word, but most of the louder words. "check out that fuckin' whore" is the first thing i heard. some laughing and some whispering, and then i think i heard one of them say "i can see her pee hole" and then a burst of laughter, and i definitely felt my face turning a darker shade of red with the pure humiliation of it, but then i heard one guy scoot his chair back and stand up, and i knew he was approaching me, so i opened my eyes. according to my slut rules i am supposed to look him straigt in the eyes and open my legs wider. even though i was almost paralized with humiliation, something inside of me was there, and i knew i had to follow all the rules. i had driven three miles for this.

so it was a tall red haired, lanky guy with a mustache, no beard but whiskery. i looked him right in his eyes, which were blue. he had a big, sarcastic smile, and he glanced down at my pussy as i spread wider and scooted forward on the stool. i tried to smile but i couldn't. i'm sure he could see how scared i was. but also, it was more than obvious he didn't care how i felt. 

"lady," he said. "did you know that we can smell your pussy from all the way over at our table?"  

i sat there silently, unnable to respond. i was red as a beet. of all the things he could have said, this was the last thing i would have expected. i started to close my legs.

"nope," he said, motioning with his hands to leave my legs open.  he took a step closer to me, standing in between my legs so i couldn't close them. i looked up and noticed everyone in the bar was staring at us... not that many people, but maybe six others plus the five from his group. "barkeep! bring me a bottle of peppermint schnapps!" he raised his right hand above his head and snapped his fingers. "and grab that bar towl for me!"

i was looking at his whiskery face with his sarcastic smile. his expression was one of pure amusement, and an unquestioning self-confidence. i felt like i was in a movie. i could tell he was some kind of criminal, or something. everyone was looking at us, and it didn't bother us a bit. i felt like i better do what he said. i was too scared and too embarassed to think about anything, even sex. it was just all, all of a sudden happening, and happening very fast. this was what i have fantasized about for years, but it didn't feel like a dream come true, it didn't feel fun. it felt very scary, but i could also feel my pussy flooding, and i was worried he could actually smell it.

and in fact, as the bartender quickly grabbed the bottle and towl, he put his hand between my legs and shoved his middle finger up inside me.

he didn't finger fuck me at all, he just swiped it around a bit and kinda scooped some of my wetness. ""you are wet as fuck, you pervert" he said, then he held his finger to his nose. "Oh My God!" he yelled. everyone in the bar could hear him. "your fuckin' twat smells like bad cheese! don't you ever wash yourself, you skanky sewer slut?!

as the bar tender set the bottle of peppermint schnapps and the bar towel down on the bar near my shoulder, everyone seemed to be moving closer. i was so wet. i'm generally wet whenever i'm even thinking about sex, but i was really soaking. i think my whole bush was soaked, which doesn't even make sense, but i swear that's how it felt. and i really believed he could smell it.

he looked at me, and said sort of quietly, just to me "you really want to get fucked, don't you?" he said it just to me but by now people were circling in close and probably many of them could hear. "don't you?" i whispered "yes."

"speak up!" he yelled in my face, grabbing me by the hair. he turned my face towards my audience. "if you really wanna get fucked, you gotta say so!"

facing the small, all male crowd, i said "i want to be fucked." but i said it way too quietly.

"I can't hear you!" my red-haired tormentor intoned loudly and sarcastically. "If you want everyone here to fuck you, you gotta say it so everyone here can hear you!"

"wait!" he said. then he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "say it loud and clear, but only say it if you really mean it. do you really mean it?" he asked. "uh-huh," i affirmed, shyly. "I knew it, you dirty little pig." Then he looked back up at our audience:

"This slut wandered in here dressed like this, sat down with her naked ass on our barstool, then wheeled around and spread her legs for all the guys at my table to see her ugly, stank-twat. She's the fuckin' whore of Babylon, and she smells like the's been fucking dogs all day! oh good, that's right, let's get this action on our phones."  some of the guys had their phone cameras pointed at me. "This bitch obviously deserves whatever she gets. But! But, my friends, it gets worse. he leaned down to me and asked quietly "what's your name?" "april" i said.

"april here fuckin' wants it. i think she seriously wants this. april here fuckin' wants whatever the fuck happens to her tonight. Don't you, april?"

this was a terrible, amazing moment for me. i was suddenly pretty sure that i could stop this if i said no and started crying and struggling. i don't think everyone in this bar would have raped me, and now it was too public for it to be safe for them to do it anyway. rape is a crime, and i didn't think all these people knew each other. so it was really a strange moment, and i was stuck in my head for a moment, with everybody staring at me.

"wat do you want, april?" my red-haired abuser asked me matter of factly? "do you want this?"

"yes" i said meekly.

"it would be better if you spoke up a bit, april. and please speak in complete sentances>"

"yes i want this" i said just loud enough for everyone to hear.

 "what do you want, april?"

"i want to be fucked!"

"where do you want to be fucked, april?"

"anywhere you want." i started to get a little more able to speak. i started to like being asked these questions. "anywhere you want to fucking drag me!"

"oh you want us to drag you around?"

"sure" i said.

"like in the parking lot?"

"yes in the parking lot!"

"wouldn't that hurt, if we dragged you around in the parking lot? you basically have nothing covering your tush!" my red-haired abuser seemed to be enjoying himself. our audience was laughing too, although some were pretty visibly disgusted. i still had my legs spread wide, and everyone was staring, and i was soaking wet.

"so you don't mind if you get hurt? you would surely get hurt being dragged around the parking lot by your hair, scraping your ass against all the jagged concrete and gravel and so on, right? wouldn't that hurt?

"yes"

"but you don't mind it?"

"i don't care?

"you don't care, or you want it, april. be honest." 

"i want it."

"you want to be hurt?"

i was quiet for a few beats. i wanted to say yes... of course i did, i've been waiting my whole life for this, but also it was very scary, although somehow i was not halted entirely by the fear or the humiliation, although i felt them both intensely. but the blushing, and also the mortal fear, were also somehow adding to the crazy thrill for me, and the thrill was definitely, and dizzyingly, sexual. not only was my whole vulva and pubic area sopping wet like a mop, but i noticed myself involuntarily grinding my hips a little, lifting my exposed pussy up off the stool. i was fully leaning back on the bar with my weight on my elbows, by ass crack on the edge of the round, padded stool (which was soaking wet and probably glistening), my red pumps locked in the cross-bar of the stool, and lifting my ass off the seat slightly as i made involuntary grinding motions, pushing my dirty nasty pussy up towards everybody who could see it, who were taking videos of it, videos that had my face in them too and were almost surely be posted on the internet. I was becoming very fond of the idea of letting them all fuck me. but i wanted more then fucking. if you've looked much at my uploaded pictures, you must have an idea of where my mind goes when i am this worked up.

so i was hesitating, terrified to admit to this crowd of strange men that i not only wanted a good gang-fucking, but that i also wanted, desperately, to be hurt. i could barely say it. but then i remembered the slut rule that i always have to be honest. and that decided it. i have always been a rule-follower.

at first all i could say was "yes".

"yes what?" asked my red-haired devil.

"yes i want to be hurt." my heart sank into my stomach, my whole body blushed crimson, my nipples stiffened into hard little nubs, and of course, my pussy flooded freshly and copiously, so that i believe i could feel it dripping onto the floor in front of the bar stool. and my upwords thrusting grinding motions went into a kind of hyperdrive.

a huge smile came over my red-haired devil's face, and he looked right at me, right at my eyes. i could feel him looking right into me, but he spoke loudly, so that everyone in the bar could hear it. "you are the most disgusting little pig, and i bet you want us to hurt your your disgusting little piggy body, don't you?"

"yes"

"say it! say it so that everyone can hear you!"

"i am a disgusting pig. a piggy slut, that's what i am. that's all i am.  and what i want, all i really want, is for you guys to, um... what i really want, is, um, if you want to, is to hurt my body. i just want you guys to fuck me and rape me, brutally, and to really, if you want i mean really to hurt me, everywhere. really hurt me, if you want.

red haired devil laughed fiendishly as he pulled my shoulder straps down and flipped the cups of my bra and dress down, uncovering my small breasts. "you want us to hurt these nubbins, right?"

"yes"

he slapped my face, which felt like an electric explosion, the sting just radiating the erotic sensations towards my nerve endings, while the shame of being treated like a subhuman whore hit me in the core of me being. i wanted to be slapped again.

 "yes what?!" he demanded.

"yes i want you to hurt. um, i want all of you to hurt my breasts. please hurt my breasts." I could barely breathe.

then he grabbed my legs up off the stool, both with one arm, and he used the other arm to slam his palm into my nude fanny. it was just a spank, but again it felt like electricity exploding and i could feel an awakening of the whole area, including the little vortex of my anus, and all i wanted was to be spanked and whipped there so brutally that the skin of my pedunda peeled right off.

"where else do you want us to hurt you?"

"my ass. Please hurt my ass, everybody, please please please hurt my fat piggy ass so hard!' I was squirming aroung in his arms, but i let him put me back down on the stool to get some balance. but then, with my legs still pulled up high and the small of my back resting against the barstool, he reached down with his free hand, the one that he had spanked me with a moment before, and spread my ass cheeks to reveal my dirty, stinky asshole to the crowd. i don't know how dirty and stinky it actually was, but it was certainly sloppy and wet from all the pussy juice that had leaked into it. well, now it was on view.

"i bet you like being fucked up the ass, april. right?" "yes" i said.  "but does fucking your anus reall count as hurting it, techically?" be honest, april.

no no no... please fuck it, fuck my ass, but yes, dont just fuck it. please, as he says, fucking it doesn't count... please hurt it hurt it! HURT MY FUCKING ASSHOLE! REALLY HURT IT!"

"oh, i think we might have hit a live wire!" said my red Devil. "april, you are obviously a depraved little piggy, who never washes and by the smell of it fucks dogs all day and doesn't ever shower or douche afterwards, but honestly, are you hoping that these guys will hold your ass cheeks apart just to do terrible, painful things to the outside, and maybe even deep inside, your stinky little asshole? 

i was somewhat taken aback by this, and brought back to the reality of how much this was likely to hurt. having the eleven men rape me would, i think, be fun, even if it might leave me a little banged up. But i had no idea what they would do to my asshole. would they punch-fuck it? would they shove rocks in it? would they burn it with cigarettes? but all these thoughts made me more excited, not less, and i thought of a scene from one of my posted drawings, one i really like, in which someone gets a glowing hot metal rod forced up her ass. i have fantasized about such a thing happening to me so many times i can't count. i'm not sure that i'd ever want th really realize that fantasy, but right then the thought of giving ny ass up for whatever painful things the worst of them dared to do to me, and to tell them so, to put my "most private place" on offer not only for gentle penetration but for rough fucking and deliberate hurting, was really exactly what i was wanting right then. it felt like the ultimate surrender, and just the anticipation of explicitly offering myself to these men in that way was making me grind relentlessly at the emply air. and they were all witnessing this.

 "hurt it, yes, yes. please, please, my anus is for hurting, hurting, please. i want it so much!!"

the room fell silent, but only for a few seconds. "i see" said my red-haired devil. "and i can smell by the stench of your smoking twat. which reminds me. you probably like your twat to be roughed up too i imagine. you are a nasty little pig, and i bet your insatiable little stink-twat is what drives you to these depths, isn't it. so if i were you, i guess i'd be pretty darn mad at my own vagina: firstly that it stinks, secondly that it leaks like a broken faucet, and thirdly that it must be the very exact part of your pathetic anatomy which drives you to do all this. Am i right?"

"yes," i admitted meekly.

"come on, say it loud enough for everyone to hear!"

"yes, it's my disgusting, smelly wet pussy. it's my pussy that drives me to want these things, want them so much that here i am. here i am, asking for it. i am a slave of my evil, evil pussy."

"yes, i thought as much. hmm. so, i suppose you will want us to punish your disgusting, leaky, smelly, evil pussy. you would like that, wouldn't you?"

"yes please, yesssss." i started hyperventilating.

"we should really just do anything we want to this evil pussy of yours, right? we should really teach it a lesson. am i right?

yessss, teach it a lesson." i was so excited by this thought that i couldn't get my breathe back.

"go ahead bitch. hyperventilate until you pass out. we don't care. this sounds like a "no limits" agreement on pussy torture, isn't it?

again, this felt like a crossroads that i did not have to pass. i could have said no. i waited until i got my breath back, as my red haired Devil hovered above me, snickering.

"no limits" i said.

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guys, this is taking forever to write. i might not be getting it all word for word, but yes, after many disappointing attempts, this is pretty much what really just happened to me the other night. i must have gone to the right place, and met someone who knew how to "read" me, and further he knew exactly what to do with me. i have never actually had an experience like this. apparently he is a part of a biker gang and they have woment who the "own" and who get banged up all the time, and "shared" with both the less abusive gang members and the more. I have been invited to become  one of their "bitches" and maybe i will, but maybe not. But i'll try to get tyhe rest of this down asap. but if i don't, i bet you can guess where i am!