There would be some spots in the big city where feral hobo girls lay around. This one has a thick scouse accent. She’s mouthy, obnnoxious, her chav clothes are ripped, she’s dirty and half naked, and stinks of hormones. She sits chewing huge wads of gum, loudly. Sitting in the doorway of a boarded up shop, m*********** hard with a broken beer bottle she used to fight off some thugs, cos she’s a scrapper too. She loves getting in fights. What she loves most is when a random guy passes by and picks her up over his shoulder. To give her a good home for the week. Oh sure, she starts crying, and hitting him with her fists, kicking against his torso, but secretly she loves how it feels to be treated like meat. The rule is that if she gets picked up, *anything* he does to her is on limits. When he gets her to his house she starts fighting harder, adrenaline spikes reminding her what might happen. Scratching him, wrestling with him. Anything to get away. But he’s too strong, and eventually she pushes him over the edge. He starts beating her now. Really laying into her soft bruised body. Testing how her mouth feels wrapped around his throbbing d***. The screams and cries only turn them both on more, his neighbours either side are only doing the same to their hobo sluts anyways. She bites the s*** out of him, smashes a chair over him, to no avail. He r****. R**** her relentlessly. You’d think his d*** had spikes on it like a cat’s does, the amount of noise she makes. After the first session is over though, she looks at him totally submissive, with goo goo eyes, tending to his welts and cuts, as he does hers. She has the safety of a warm bedroom all of her own at night, no trespassing allowed (or he’d be shot dead on the spot), and all the food she can eat. I mean sure, the guy is going to make her projectile vomit, and s***, afterwards, for his own amusement, but anything to stay thin, right? All weekend long they power play, and she picks one wish that he will make come true no matter what – might be to go to a concert dressed like the belle of the ball; might be ten thousand pounds to keep her in drugs for the next few years. No questions asked. And this girl got lucky: he has a big dog to keep her company at night. Oh how he loves to hear her chewing on the dog’s meaty knot, taking it to add to her womb’s growing s**** collection. And his neighbourhood’s private doctors give her plenty of checkups and medicines, making sure she has no long-term risks from disease, addiction, or hunger. But come Monday afternoon, he takes her back to her doorway, and goes straight to the district detention centre for his three months of live-in community work, shorn of material joys, subject to military discipline. Nursing work, cleanup on the highways, you name it. That was the choice he made, when he picked up the smelly hobo girl.

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