In an age of relevity

There is a kind of girl who is raised to be an undisciplined whore. A parent is so blindly devoted to her so almost sexually attracted to her. She's adorable, until her breasts swell and her cunt heaves and she leaves them devastated in her wake of sexuality. The young men who prey on her don't know how to tame her, or please her, so she takes solace only in the pleasure she can provide herself. The feeling she has when she touches herself reminds her of other pleasures. The way her throat warms as the first cold sip down her throat, the way her body pulses as the feelings meet her bloodstream. She learns how to get there, fast, to the edge, and over. It's quicker, and cheaper, than drugs. But, soon it's not enough. She's impatient. She cums too quickly or she can't come again quickly enough. She is lost.
He sees what she is. A ruined whore; an addict. But, he can see in her desire the potential for happiness. Mostly his, but hers, too. He sees how if he can show her how to wait, how to suffer, how to subjugate her desires for his. Her pleasure will be beyond her wildest expectations. And she will be grateful beyond his.
She doesn't know this yet. She just wants to get to her orgasm, and as soon as she lets out her last gasp wants to get to it again. What a selfish girl. He knows that she needs a hard slap across her face, a cock deep in her throat leaving her gasping and gagging. She's a girl. To be used, to provide pleasure, to shut up and take it. He has afterall, as the song goes,”be cruel to be kind”