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Bianca Snaps Out of It

The sound of snapping fingers cleared away a fog Bianca didn't even realize had settled over her mind, and she awoke from a dreamy haze to discover that she hadn't settled into bed for a good night's sleep after all. She was lying on some kind of bondage apparatus, a contraption that looked like a cross between a padded sawhorse and a massage table, with her wrists and ankles cuffed into place on four separate platforms that left her in a crouching pose with her ass and pussy jutting out at exactly the perfect height for someone to come along and fuck. And somehow she'd gone along with all of it.

The cold water splash of dawning awareness cast a whole new light on her drowsy, muzzy drift through her nightly routine; Bianca remembered nodding in agreement with a whispered voice inside her own head every time she began to recognize something strange about her environment, easily and effortlessly convincing herself that the latex dress and knee-high platform boots she was putting on were her own pajamas and the room she entered was her cozy and familiar bedroom despite the evidence of her own senses. In retrospect, it was obvious that she was listening to a hypnotist, coaxed into hallucinating a comfortable and safe little bubble of reality that matched her expectations while she….? Bianca looked down at the cuffs. They seemed awfully inescapable.

Someone must have done this to her. At some point, someone at the party must have lulled her into a light trance, then taken her deeper and deeper until she believed their whispers more than her own eyes, more than her own thoughts. They'd walked her into this bare, empty room, convincing her the entire time that she'd already gone home for the evening and it was just fine to strip naked and put on a whole different outfit, and she'd believed it so completely that she smiled a sleepy smile and giggled a dopey giggle and put her hands and feet right into the cuffs so she could be bound into place in a perfect pose to be fucked and used. And she hadn't suspected a thing. Even now, examining her own memories in the cold light of reality, Bianca couldn't separate the illusion from the truth.

She looked around wildly, unable to stop the panic from welling up even though she couldn't avoid realizing that whoever did this to her must have also woken her specifically because they wanted to see her reaction now that she was helpless and bound and couldn't prevent whatever was going to happen to her. But her range of motion and her field of view was constrained, and whoever snapped their fingers must have known exactly where to stand to stay out of even her peripheral vision. Like right behind her. Like maybe just inches away from her exposed cunt, uncovered and open to the gentle breeze. Bianca whimpered as the shaft sunk home, her eyes rolling back in her head as the pleasure of penetration saturated her vulnerable brain.

She was still hypnotized, she realized sluggishly. She was awake enough to believe she was awake, awake enough to be aware that a stranger was fucking her, but… but each thrust felt like a thunderclap of ecstasy in her brain, and she couldn't make herself see the person behind her despite her best efforts, and being helpless and bound and used was making her cunt drool with arousal and Bianca knew that couldn't be something she really wanted--but arguing against her desire didn't make it go away. Resisting didn't help her wake. And Bianca genuinely could not stop herself from cumming around the stranger's cock.

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"I'm surprised that you were given this designation," the administrator says. "Your academic records are excellent. No indication of behavioral problems, either. Usually one so promising isn't relegated to breeding stock."

You try to sheepishly shrug, but find the restraints too tight. "I wasn't originally, but I opted-in."

"Oh? That's unsual. Why?"

"Early retirement."

He barks out a laugh. "I have a hard time believing that. You understand that this process will permanently erode your current intelligence, yes? You will be rewritten to be entirely dedicated to your... craft, even after you're no longer capable of meeting demand."

"I know," you reply on a sigh, and wince slightly as the admin inserts the IV. "Look, I'm just not all that interested in a fast-paced career is all. I'm done with the stress of it. I feel that whatever loss I bring by choosing to be a breeder will be made up for later down the line. Maybe my kids will cure cancer, I don't know."

He graces you with a wry smile. "I think you'll find your environment to be very fast-paced," he says, adjusting the legs of your chair; spreading you apart. "This will be cold," he states, and you feel his gloved hand smear lubricant on your exposed genitals. You shiver under his ministrations, and eventually feel something solid rest at your entrance.

"Y-Yes, well," you stammer, "different sort of work."

"True," he conceeds. For a moment, his eyes wander down the length of you. "I'm sure you will be popular. You are quite attractive." He turns to his monitor and hums. "Well, I think that's that."

You gulp. "So... what next?"

"Next? Don't you worry about next," he says, patting your tummy. "Just relax. You're not going to be awake for much longer, so no need for any more thoughts or questions. You won't care to ask once I'm done with you."

"No," you murmer, eyes fluttering over to the IV as it drip, drip, drips. "'Suppose not."

"For what it's worth, you're probably the most well-behaved of our preprocessed breeders," the administrator remarks. "Even the volunteers tend to start to panic by now. I appreciate your cooperation."

"Mmm. Thanks." You smile dreamily. "I've wanted this—" you yawn "—for a while."

"To be a stupid little fuckdoll, hm? Very ambitious," he teases. "Maybe I'll take a turn with you myself while we're processing you. Get you used to a real cock. How about that?"

You laugh softly, and your eyes drift close. You think fleetingly that you had better come up with a retort, but all that escapes you is a soft sigh. Your entire body tingles; sleep rapidly approaching.

"I'll take that as a yes. You'll be too dumb to care either way, won't you? All you'll want is to feel full."

The administrator was saying something, but it felt too far away. You just nod.

He chuckles. "Good girl."

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Imagine you find a nice guy, go on a few dates and decide you like him enough to let him take your virginity.

He holds you and kisses you and asks if you're sure a million times and he makes sure to get you ready beforehand.

When he first pushes in he's so gentle, praising you as he moves slowly, stretching you out for the first time.

He thrusts gently, rubbing your clit, kissing your neck, telling you how good you feel for him until you start to get close.

He tells you to cum for him and it feels amazing, filled up with his cock, his praise in your ear, pleasure tearing through you.

But then he doesn't stop. He keeps rubbing your clit, he starts fucking harder and faster.

Your mind is a mess already and you assume he's just trying to get himself over the edge. You try to pry his wrist away but he doesn't budge.

Your back arches as it becomes too much and you cum again. He starts laughing. He starts mocking you and he still doesn't stop.

You're writhing under him as he starts pounding into you, bullying your clit rougher forcing you to cum again and again.

Your eyes are rolled back, body shaking, you cant move to fight him as he keeps going. Hips smashing against yours hard enough now to leave bruises.

His free hand grips your throat, your eyes wide in fear as he smirks down at you. "I said Id be gentle the first time, but this is what? The 5th now? Little whore just cant stop cumming hmm?" He mocks as he pulls all the way out only to slam back in. Squeezing your throat harder at the scream you try to let out.

By the end of the night you cant even count how many times he made you cum. At some point you blacked out, waking up to find yourself tied to the bed, blindfolded and gagged. Something much harder than his cock pumping in and out of you. Something metal.

Over time you'd come to learn that it was a fucking machine. He tells you you need to be filled at all times now that you're broken in.

Turns out by allowing him to take your virginity, you've agreed to become his entirely. And your mind is far too fucked out to come up with any logical reason why that wouldnt make sense. It does make sense. You're his now. His little fuck whore, for him to train to take him as he pleases.

And it really doesn't take long for you to learn to like it, because he's not wrong about what a dirty little slut you are in the slightest.

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I can't stop thinking of being strapped into an alien brainwashing machine that edges me mercilessly and only lets me cum when I give in to each phase of the programming.

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“Out of your burrow.” The shy bunnygirl peers out of the mountain of blankets, her doe-eyed expression pleading at her owner to let her stay.

“Come on, out you go. My friend will be here soon.” More gentle coaxing, as the bunny slowly emerges from her nest. The older man bends over and picks her up off the floor, carrying the small naked figure into the living room. The girl’s arms wrap around his shoulders, and she buries her face in his neck. An almost inaudible whisper in his ear; “…can you breed me please?”

He rubs her back and soothes his anxious pet as he walks through the house. Depositing the girl onto the couch, she flops over and sticks her bum up into the air. Seeking comfort, the bunnygirl shows off her body. Cute pussy peeks through her thighs, just below the fuzzy tail plug in her behind. “…wan cum in me?” Her owner ignores her flirtations and brings her a snack. Handing a fresh, peeled carrot to the young girl he encourages her to eat.

“Don’t play with your food. You’ll need your energy for when my friend gets here.” The owner softly admonishes his pet, while she presses the carrot into her needy pussy. Those desperate, big eyes stare at him again. “…cock, pls?” The poor creature is in heat, unable to keep herself from desperately pleasuring her body.

After some more negotiation, the carrot is eaten while the man fingers the bunnygirl. A compromise, one she immediately regrets as he takes his hand away from her. She follows him around, hugging onto his leg, slowly humping him. “I wanna get bred… cum pls…” The girl whimpers. Her small hands paw at his pants, trying to tease him into cumming inside of her.

Knock, knock, knock. The bunny leaps up, cowering behind her owner. The unlocked door slides open, and his friend enters. She closes her eyes and tries to make herself as small as possible, terrified of strangers. The two friends greet each other, and the bunnygirl hears the voice of a woman. Sneaking a peek from behind his leg, she sees a tall woman about her owner’s age approach and give him a big hug.

He’s gonna cum inside her :( not bun… Disappointment is visible on the young girl’s face. “I have something to show you!” The woman chimes to the bunny’s owner, before heading back out to her car. His hand gently strokes the bunny’s hair. She trembles, overwhelmed by the interaction and her sex-crazed thoughts. More loud noises from the doorway. The woman has returned, dragging a leash behind her.

She leads in a young man, almost completely naked. Dog ears and tail adorn his lean body. The two pets’ eyes meet. He tugs against his leash, trying to get closer to her. “Heel, boy.” The woman commands. The puppyboy whimpers and kneels by her.

“Sorry, I don’t want him to attack her.”

“Oh, it’s fine. She’s not as fragile as she looks, trust me.”

“I’m going to let you off your leash. Be on your best behavior!”

The click of the leash being removed from the puppyboy’s collar, and the two owners sit down at the kitchen island to enjoy some coffee and catch up. The bunnygirl cowers in the corner, while the other pet slowly crawls over to her. Her knees up against her small chest, her hands cover her face. She can hear him getting closer.

The dogboy’s face is inches from hers, now. She can feel his breath. Tears run down her cheeks as he touches her thigh. His wet tongue kisses her neck, and she squirms. His fingers run over her naked body, and she pulls her hands away from her face to try and push him off. The young man kisses her. The girl is frozen. His face is wet from her tears.

Getting more excited by her body, the puppy gropes at her. The owners continue their conversation, laughing and chatting and ignoring their pets. The young man pushes the tiny bunnygirl to the ground, straddling her. She hears another clinking sound and sees what’s attached to his waist. A chastity belt. His cock is locked away. Confused feelings of relief and disappointment run through the panicked girl.

The boy whines, pressing his cage into the girl’s soft body. Still eager to play with her, he paws at her breasts and pushes her around the floor while she tries to squirm and escape. Her legs open for a moment, and he seizes his opportunity. Bringing his wet tongue to her bare pussy, the puppyboy starts to lick at the sensitive bunny. She lets out a loud squeak. Her owner takes a sip from his coffee.

The quivering pet pushes against the boy’s head, trying to get him off her. It’s useless, she’s small and frail and the puppy is much stronger than her. His hands force her thighs open, getting deeper and deeper inside. He sucks and slurps, dragging her closer to him each time she pushes away. The girl’s chirps get louder, begging him to stop. “Nooo~!!! Too sensitive…~ Too much... Stahhp!!!”

The bunny starts crying again, looking over to her owner. The pair is deep in their conversation. Sitting closer, her owner’s hand rubs the woman’s back. The puppy’s tongue makes tight circles around her clit while she watches her owner’s hand gently squeeze the woman’s ass. The bunny gasps as the intensity of his warm mouth starts to overwhelm her. “Stoppp! Nononono!” A flurry of tiny kicks bounce off his back. Her feet brace against his shoulders and she pushes away from him, scurrying off to hide behind the couch.

The girl curls up into a ball and cowers behind the furniture. Tears drip from her face as saliva and her cum drip from her pussy. She can hear him trotting closer to her. The bunny’s heart is pounding in her chest. Finding his prey, the puppy attacks her again. Rolling her over, the boy mounts her face, pushing the chastity belt against her cheeks. His fingers reach into her mouth, exposing her pink tongue. Through her blurry vision, she can see his hard cock painfully pressed against it’s cage. Precum dribbles through the metal. She tastes it.

“I hope you’re behaving yourselves back there!” The owners have moved to the couch. Peering over the back, the woman chastises her pet. “Naughty boy, be nice to that poor thing.” The bunny’s owner shakes his head. “It’s really fine. She’s just being dramatic.” The woman’s hand reaches into the older man’s shirt, rubbing his chest.

“Is it okay if I take off his muzzle? It’s been weeks - He’s all worked up.”

“Nooo! >.< …scary…~” The pet whimpers through the dogboy’s fingers.

“Sure, I don’t mind.”

She produces a key, and with a click the belt is removed. The puppyboy inhales deeply, the frenzied look of a hunter in his eyes. The girl can see his cock fully now. Not as big as her owner’s, but hard as rock. The boy’s balls are swollen and heavy after being denied for so long. The fresh air kisses the head of his cock and a thick string of cum leaks from the tip. It splatters on the bridge of her nose, kissing her blushed face with little droplets.

The bunny escapes again, bounding out from behind the couch. She only makes it to the middle of the living room before he catches her. Pouncing, the freed boy pins her to the carpet. “Nuhhh~ no! stopstopstopstop!!!”

His loaded balls smack into her sensitive clit. The eager puppy has buried his cock into her with one sudden movement. He pauses a moment, enjoying her warm, tight hole. Wiggling slightly to make sure every bit of him is inside her, he starts to fuck the tiny bunny. Pressing his entire weight onto her body, she can’t move at all. Her lame efforts to push him off only make him squish her more.

"No!~ Nuuuh!~ Stahp! No fuck! Only breed! Stop!!! ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚"

Smack. Smack. Smack. The young man doesn’t hold back. He needs the relief and fucks her with weeks of pent up sexual frustration. Her face is pushed into the ground, and she whines pathetically when he sinks his teeth into her shoulder. Smack. Smack. Smack. His rough pace is too much for her, and tears burst from her eyes again. Each touch of his heavy balls against her pussy sends shivers up her spine. The owners watch from the couch, the woman stroking his cock.

Smacksmacksmacksmack! Faster and faster, the bunny sobs and begs. "...too ruff! too ruff for bun!..." He doesn’t listen. She feels his muscles tighten. A warm, familiar feeling floods into her cunt. The puppy keeps thrusting. The slippery sensation of his cock becomes sticky.

The boy rolls her over onto her back again. She stares at his cock, slick with cum. Pushing her legs up to her chest, into a mating press, the puppyboy keeps fucking her. Her stunned expression looks at the wet mess of their parts. “…he cum sooo much…” The girl stops crying. Cum leaks from her as he pulls out and is pushed back in with the next forceful thrust. Sticky strings of semen connect their thighs. Her heartbeat slows, and her pupils dilate as she absorbs his cum.

The two pets look into each other’s eyes. Both share a dreamy, warm smile. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls herself up to kiss him. They embrace each other as he fucks more cum into her, while their owners start to make love on the couch. “…more breed?” The bunny pants. The puppy looks different, now. Handsome, roguish, charming. She starts to throw her hips up into his, needing more of him.

He cums again, she cums with him. Entirely filled with him, still more of the young man’s cum stuffs the little girl full. He cums again, she follows right behind him. The girl is docile now, her anxiety relieved by complete submission to the puppy’s forceful breeding. He cums again, the perfect sensation of a full pussy makes her cum, too.

An hour later, the leash clicks back onto his collar. A light tug from the older woman, and the boy is pulled from her. They try to hold onto each other, whimpering as they’re separated. The owners wish each other well, and the guests leave.

The bunnygirl kneels next to her owner. Between her legs is a puddle of the boy’s cum. She hugs the older man while he gently pats her head. Her face pushes into his thigh. She starts to tremble and shiver. Squeezing harder, her heartbeat increases. More cum leaks from her pussy, gone too soon. Panic starts to fill the nervous little girl again.

“…need more breeding… please…?”

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You really know your place, don't you, slut?

You'd give anything to feel someone bigger and stronger than you have his way with you, wouldn't you? To be pulled aside and tossed around by someone determined to use you like a toy, forced out of your clothes and gagged so you'll stay nice and quiet... you'd get so wet at the feeling of being bent over, getting pinned against a wall, or having your legs spread and thrown onto his shoulders as he wraps a hand around your throat, wouldn't you, sweetie? And if you've got even an ounce of resistance left, I'm sure your attitude would quickly begin to change once you feel his thick, hard, meaty cock slide inside you, the tip alone stretching you more than those tiny fingers of yours that you might be used to... and as he thrusts deeper and deeper inside, fucking you harder and harder, rougher and rougher as you moan and struggle against him, you'll eventually feel him pound against your cervix, desperate to fill your womb and breed you like an animal unable to control its instincts...

It's not his fault you're so breedable, so fertile, so vulnerable... he can't help it that you were made to be fucked, to offer yourself to whoever decides to take you, to wrap your tight cunt around a thick, oversized cock, and to be used, abused, and stuffed full of thick, warm cum until it's leaking out of you and you can hardly think...

Doesn't that sound nice? What about being forced to submit, ordered to your knees so he can drop his soft but growing cock on your face and press his full, heavy balls against your nose, telling you to be a good toy and take deep breaths for him as his scent overtakes you? How wet do you think you'd be by the time he's halfway down your throat and pinching your nipples, slut? If he slid his hand down your pants and played with your little clit before slipping a finger or two inside you, would he find that you're soaked and ready to take him? Whether you need a little lube or not, it wouldn't be long until he's fucking you harder than you can imagine, entranced by the sight of your chest bouncing back and forth and all the cute noises you'd surely make...

You know he just wants to make you feel good... he knows that you would be such a good girl, and that you just need to orgasm once or a dozen times to really learn your place... every time he pushes you over the edge, you know he won't stop, only pounding you harder so you can hurry up and cum yet again for him... he wants to make an absolute mess out of you, sweetie... just a loyal, broken, mindless fucktoy who knows her fucking place... a good girl...

Is that what you really need?

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Yes Sir~! I need it so badly… To be trained and broken again and again until I’m just a perfect, mindless fuckdoll, a toy to be used and abused~ For someone to shape me, to teach me my place, they way I was meant to be used~ No thoughts, just pleasure, a beautiful, fuckable mess~ That’s all I want~

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I know there are a lot of girls that are harassed by men on here. A lot of girls that are tired of gross degrading messages. If that includes you then this post is not for you.

Like or reblog this if you want me and other men to message you gross and degrading messages. If you don’t want to be asked if it’s okay, just assumed you’re a slut that will love it. Corrupted in to fucked up things. Pushed to be a slut. Well which side of this are you on?

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I had a dream last night that some guys took me to a back alley and they forced me down to my knees. One of them held my hands behind my back while the other unzipped his pants. I closed my eyes, terrified, as he pushed his long, thick cock down my virgin throat. I could taste him in my mouth as he pushed all the way down, making me gag around him until his balls pressed against my chin. I tried to struggle, but the other man holding me just laughed and groped my tits while I was completely helpless to stop them. The one fucking my face grabbed onto my hair with both hands and fucked my throat mercilessly, his balls slapping against my chin with each thrust down my throat, my nose pressed into the musky scent of his pubes. Eventually he forced me to open my eyes and look up at him, and I couldn’t help but moan around his cock, drool dripping from my lips. His friend pulled up my hips, ripped off my frilly little panties, and thrust his raw cock into my tight virgin pussy, which was humiliatingly wet from having my throat raped. And then I woke up, and now I can’t stop thinking about buying a dildo so I can finally start training all my holes to take cock ~

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Sarah's Pacification

Sarah thought she'd been struggling before. But her earlier desperation was nothing compared to the way she thrashed and yanked against the restraints once the apertures in the tank began to open and the wriggling, questing tentacles slid out to explore her soft, pale flesh. "We don't actually know what it is," Doctor Mason admitted sheepishly, her eyes bright and hungry with anticipation. "About the only thing we've learned at this point is that it's unwise to get too close before it's fully sated--which is why I'm all the way over here, I'm afraid. Makes conversation a bit of a chore, but it's alright. You won't be talking much longer."

Sarah wanted to respond with defiance, anger, perhaps even just a scream of terror as the slick pink tentacles began to probe the entrance to her pussy and ass… but there was another aperture directly in front of her, and she didn't dare open her mouth when this creature seemed to have such a fascination with every last her orifices. "I know this has to be terrifying for you, dear, but I promise you won't be afraid for much longer. It's a side effect of the feeding process, you simply lose the cognitive framework required to understand what's so frightening about the pleasure you're experiencing. Everything's going to fade out of that pretty little head soon enough, and that includes fear. All it leaves behind is pleasure, and you want that, don't you?"

Sarah couldn't help letting out a gasping grunt--not out of any kind of agreement, but simply because the tendrils pumping in and out of her ass and pussy were finally getting to her on a raw and physical level of sensation despite her desperate fear. Her jaw slackened slightly, eyes going a tiny bit distant as she watched herself getting penetrated on the screen in front of her, and even though she tried to tense her muscles back up as the tentacle emerged from the aperture near her mouth it was stronger than she expected and soon Sarah found herself openly fellating the slick extrusion. "It won't be long now," Doctor Mason cooed sympathetically, watching Sarah's struggles become weak and uncoordinated. "The more direct contact it has, the easier it is for it to feed."

It wasn't feeding at all, Sarah realized, although with her mouth filled with spongy pink tentacle and her thoughts rapidly dissolving into a sticky sea of bliss she knew there was no way she'd be able to communicate her discovery to her enslavers before her brains simply dribbled out her ears and she became a mindless, compliant fucktoy. The entity was a powerful telepath, powerful enough that the strange and alien sentience of the human race crashed discordantly into its consciousness and caused it true pain. As exhausting as the effort was to it, the beast was simply doing what it could to quiet all the harsh, bizarre thoughts and emotions leaving only sweet pleasure behind. It didn't understand the damage it was doing to Sarah. It couldn't.

But Doctor Mason knew. And when the tentacles finally went limp and retracted, the creature's energy once again spent, she sealed up the tank and collected Sarah's vacant, blissed-out body from the restraints. She walked the mindless woman out of the room, remaining patient with Sarah's fumbling and half-forgotten attempts to walk, and brought her in to the clients waiting to collect her. Sarah smiled a perpetually aimless smile, her comprehension utterly gone, but her new owners weren't interested in her intellect anyway. And what was left of Sarah was eager to please.

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Imagine going to a frat party only to see one of your friends tied up in a side room, gagged and whimpering. frat bros sip their beers and stroke their cocks, all waiting for their turn as the guy fucking her jokes about how tight the sluts pussy is.

Horrified, You try to back out but your "friend" grabs you from behind, you pinning your arm to your side as he gropes your tits

"Hey guys, I got more fuck holes for us to play with!"

Ever man there cheers, more hands grabbing you and drag you to a couch. You start to cry out, but are helpless against all the men around you who work to rip your clothes off.

Before long you're airtight on rapist cock, each guy taking a turn with your holes. Those cocks feel so good that you can't help but cum over and over as they take their turns using you like a fleshlight.

"Hey, let's see if we can knock this bitch up".

By the time morning comes around you have dozens of guys loads dripping out of your gang raped pussy. And dozens more every night after that.

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thinking about an escape room but the twist is that if you don't get out in time, you're used by the entire staff until they're satisfied.

you know what you're getting into, of course. you sign the forms saying that the facility can't be held liable for any damages that happen to you. afterwards, you're stripped down and restrained. cuffs around your wrists behind your back as you're bent over a table, chains holding your ankles together. a collar is attached to your neck, connected in two places. one, to hold you still on the table. and the other connected to the ceiling with a lot of slack. you seem to be in a dungeon, iron bars blocking the unlocked exit.

you're left alone and the timer is placed immediately in front of you, counting down, minute by minute. right where you can see it. the restraints are firm and secure, but they each have their give, their weaknesses. the chains on your feet can be undone by looping it around the corner of the table and pulling at it at just the right angle. then you have to move your cuffed wrists behind your back and under your legs so you can use them.

the part of the collar connecting you to the table is dealt with by simply unhooking it, meaning you're able to stand up and move around the room. there's a box with a pile of keys for you to sort through. one of them must open the cuffs. one of them must unlock the bars. you sort through them in a hurry, adrenaline making your cuffed hands shake as you try each and every one of them, adding them gradually to the discard pile. once your hands are free, you fiddle with your collar. it doesn't seem to have any give. but while doing this, you see that on the other side of the iron bars is a bolt cutter, exactly what you need.

you're invigorated, trying all the keys on the bars as the minutes count down. your time is scarce, it's moving far more quickly than you're able to take into account. until finally, the lock clicks. the metal gate swings open and you can see the bolt cutter on the floor right in front of you.

except when you walk forward, the collar around your neck tugs you back. the tool is just out of reach. you can't get enough slack to pick it up. you try desperately, every option you can think of, to stretch your body out and try and kick the bolt cutter closer to you, desperately now as you see you only have three minutes remaining, then two, then one and a half.

until you finally remember the chains on your feet. you hurry back to the table, reaching under it to grab the chains and looking at the time left on the timer. 50 seconds. you hurry back to the iron bars, throwing the chains, trying to lasso the bolt cutter to finally get it in your grasp. and with 20 seconds remaining, the tool hooks onto the end of the shackles on the chains, and you desperately try reeling it in. 15 seconds, and you're pulling it closer, so very carefully. until finally, you reach down and wrap your hands around the tool and that's when your heart sinks.

it wasn't a bolt cutter. it was a toy. lightweight and useless, like something that would go in a child's tool set. and you realise: you were never meant to escape this. you never even had a chance. you had willingly walked into a trap.

your time is up and an alarm sounds, the lighting in the room turning red. the staff walk through the door, heading straight for you, cocks and straps and toys in hand, grins of delight on their faces.

they push you back onto the table and use you exactly how they want to, each and every one of them noticing how soaked you've gotten just from being in the escape room and playing this game, mocking you for what a slut you are as they take you without any preamble.

they use all your holes simultaneously, manhandling you into whatever positions they want. bending you over, taking you from behind. seeing how much can fit into you at once. slapping you about, spitting on you, spanking and whipping, passing you from one to another. never a moment for you to rest or recover before you're impaled on another cock.

all while their mocking voices taunt you.

this is what you were asking for when you came here. this is exactly what you were hoping for. to be used relentlessly. you never wanted to escape anyway, no matter what you'd say. you needed to be used like this. only sluts ever enter these escape rooms, and so you would be treated as what you were. willing holes for them.

once they've all had their turn, they take the toy bolt cutter and shove it into your used hole, fucking you with it slowly. it's too big and uncomfortable, but you stretch around it so easily after all that use. your arousal making it easy. you keep crying out, and they keep laughing. this was the thing you thought would set you free. this was your salvation for twenty minutes or so, all you cared to get. and now they were filling you with it. and worse than that, they were making sure you enjoyed it.

they bring you to an intense orgasm with the very thing you thought would save you. your mind is foggy and you can't think of much aside from the feeling of the toy inside you. you're burning with embarassment.

you came so close to escaping. you were so resourceful and clever about it all. but now you were nothing but holes for them to use until they decided they were done. all that intelligence you used to try and get out would leak out with your arousal as they continued to whore you out. your brain would never work the same once they were done with you. once they had reduced you to something so pathetic.

they aren't done using you. they won't be for a while. and you don't know if you ever want to be done serving them. this is where thinking got you, and now you were being put in your place.

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I have this fantasy of going on a super innocent date with a nerdy guy— maybe to a comic book store, or a game shop— and spending the day just having a very romantic daytime date. And then afterwards when he’s driving me home, when he offers me a drink I don’t think anything of it, and I drink it, not knowing that he’s slipped something into it. Then I wake up in the back of his car, which is parked off the road in a deserted patch of woods where no one will find us, duct tape over my mouth and my hands bound behind my back. He’s on top of me, pushing my face down into the seat and holding my hips up, my skirt pulled up and my frilly white panties pulled down to my knees. I try to squirm away, but he’s already pressing his massive cock inside of me— so massive that I’m stretched to the breaking point around him, and every time I think he’s bottomed out he just keeps pushing deeper and deeper until his balls finally slap against me. Every time I squirm pitifully underneath him I’m just teasing his cock, squeezing it even tighter inside my virgin cunt. And then he fucks me wildly, unforgiving, like an animal— holding me tightly as I’m helpless underneath him, my muffled cries underneath the tape eventually giving way to unwilling moans that I can’t stifle, my high pitched voice and the sound of his balls slapping against my cunt over and over echoing throughout the otherwise silent car. When he finally finishes, pumping me full of his hot, sticky cum, I sigh, thinking it’s over, only for him to quickly harden again inside me for the process to continue over again. He rapes me over and over all night, rubbing my clit to force me to cum all over my rapist’s cock as part of the process to train me into the perfect fuck doll. And then when he’s finally done for the night he leaves me tied up in his trunk so he can take me back to his place and continue training me into the perfect little toy.

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If anybody has any good recommendations for hypno audios to listen to lemme know~ I’m really in the mood to be completely objectified, talked down to, reduced to an object with no free will of my own, and forced to cum over and over until there’s nothing left of me but a mindless fucktoy ~

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i want to be conditioned to whenever i wear a certain collar i drop into a horny mindless trance is that too much to ask for

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How would you feel if I told you I wanted to play a game of MtG? I'd reassure you that you don't have to worry, that it's easy enough, but once we sit down and I pull out some cards, you realize you might be in over your head... once I briefly explain how to play and the basic rules, we start the game and I take my first turn... and then, every time you make some kind of mistake, I'd tease you for it and tell you to try again for me... of course, as I start teasing you more and more, I'm sure you'd only get more distracted and lose focus... and if after a while you still aren't quite understanding what to do and what not to, I might have to punish you a little more intensely to get everything through into your head... once we're done playing and I've won (likely by a fair margin), I'd ask if you knew what we were playing for the whole time... and before you can even finish your answer, I'd be reaching to force you out of your clothes and telling you how I'm going to stuff you so fucking full...

Does that sound like fun, sweetie?

-🌲

Mmm, that sounds like so much fun~! I love the idea of someone knowing so much more than me, and me feeling dumber and dumber as they tease and punish me~ Id love to sit there and squirm, getting more distracted and wet while you control the situation like that~ Soooo hot~

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Every time I log on and there’s no anon submissions I get all sad and pouty :c

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I really like nerdy guys. I want a cute dork to talk my ear off about DND and video games and scary movies and whatever else he’s interested in. Bonus points if he’s super smart and into math or something— I love it when engineers and science majors talk about sciencey stuff and I get so lost and I feel so dumb and I just start to space out… I want a guy to take advantage of that so when I start to be lulled into daydreams he starts slipping in some covert hypnosis triggers, a little bit of conditioning… and over time I become dumber and dumber, and he can mold me into his perfect bimbo girlfriend to warm his cock and bring him snacks while he plays games ~!