My Sweet Prostitute (English Translation)

Chapter 5

⚠️Trigger Warning ⚠️

**This chapter contains an explicit non-consensual sex scene and physical violence.**

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Camila's POV

It was a little after 11 p.m.

Hardin never seemed to get tired. On the other hand, I couldn't stand him anymore. He wasn't delicate. He gave orders like he was talking to a slave, expecting to be attended, immediately.

When I hesitated, he quickly held me tightly and without asking permission, do what He had in mind. But he wasn't the only customer like this: Most of them acted that way. My  problem is, that I was thinking about another person. Someone more delicate. Caring.
Someone who had somehow, given me pleasure.

-"I want you from behind."—He said.

This made me wake up from my autopilot.

-"I don't do anal." —I spoke categorically.

-"What? Of course you do anal! You're a whore!"

-"A whore whom doesn't do anal. That's my only condition."

-"Condition? I'm paying for you and I want you from behind!"—Violently, he rolled me over on bed, pulling my legs away with his knees and holding my hands behind my back.

-"Stop it! I don't want!"—I spoke up, trying to sound threatening.

-"I don't fucking care about what you want!
I want it! And I'm going to have you in any way that please me!"

-"Help!"

-"Shut up, bitch!"—He grabbed my hair tightly, causing a sharp pain.

-"Let me go! Help!"—I screamed trying to be heard.

Hardin took his shirt with one hand, while the other still held my wrists on my back. He immobilized me sitting on top of me. Pulled my hair up, lifting my head and the next thing I knew I was gagged with a piece of cloth, which went from my mouth to a knot behind my head.

I tried to scream, but my screams were drowned out by it. Hardin grabbed my wrists again and spread my legs. I was moving desperately.

He couldn't force me do that!

—"Hhmmppff!"

-"If you don't cooperate, bitch...I swear you'll regret it."

I tried to speak, but obviously couldn't.

-"Turn your back and stay on all fours. Now."

No, I would not.

I wasn't going to let him do that to me. I tried to get rid of him, beating him and kicking him as much as I could.

I was prepared to run through the door, completely naked and gagged, if necessary. And then he finally lost his patience, hitting me hard in the face. I was in pain, but still struggled with him. Hardin grabbed my hands above my head, on the pillow and hit me again.

-"I'm going to teach you to be an obedient whore!"—He said. And then hit me again. And again. And again. My face was already on fire, I didn't have the strength to fight against Hardin. He was extremely strong. And he was hitting over and over. And the next blow was stronger than the previous one. Finally, I gave up fighting. He kept hitting me. Each blow turned my head and I had no strength to look at it again. My tears were running down my face.

I wanted to scream, wanted to cry and
beat him to death. But I couldn't. I was imprisoned. Defenseless.

When he got tired of hitting me, He roll me over onto my back, forcing me to stay down on all fours. Grabbing my hips, he made his way and thrust in. I felt intense pain, and more tears welled up in my eyes.

My anus wasn't even a bit lubricated, but Hardin didn't seem to mind. And then He thrust in again, with more force. And again. Repeatedly. And every time I felt the same: Pain. Pain. Much pain. More pain.

Tears came silently to my eyes with each dressing. I couldn't believe this was happening to me.

Please someone open that door! Please!
Stop hurting me, please!
I silently beg.

But he wouldn't stop, and he kept hitting me all over my body, pulling my hair, and thrusting into me. Between blows and thrust. He leaned into my ear and moaned hard, licking me and biting my neck hard. And I could only cry, compulsively and silently.

There is nothing more to describe about that night.

After an hour and a half, he took his shirt off my mouth, got dressed, gave a kiss and a lick on my back and spoke in my ear:

-"What a nice bitch you are, love. Your body is a delight. I hope didn't hurt you too much."

And without saying anything else, he get out of the room, leaving me alone.

I stayed in the same position for several minutes, face down, on my bed. My entire body hurt, my face was swollen from crying and his cruel treatment. Everything hurt.

Inside and out. I was devastated.

After a while, finally got the strength to get out of bed and went to take a shower, which relieved my pain, physical pain at least.

I reached to the conclusion that it had taken a long time for this to happen. As a certain client had once told me: "Any whore does anal sex"

I didn't, and the fact that, until that day, no one had decided to force me, was truly incredible.

Until that day.

After I finish taking a bath, rubbed cream on my bruises, turned off the light, and lay down on bed, so I could finally sleep.

I cried out for the rest of the night.

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Hi, guys...

I know, I know...

It was really hard for me to translate this part.

Even though this is a fanfiction, it represents a cruel reality that many women go through in that environment.

Tomorrow, I'll post next chapter ✌️