#free use cnc

[xxprincessbunbunxx]

Love my new shirt ! I just got railed UwU

[casualpeachmiracle]

Getting ready this morning, I’m feeling better. Still coughing but not as bad anymore

[mela-g]

[domwithsecrets]

Girls like you are just sluts

You act innocent a lot in your real life, but truly you just want to be stripped and forced to do humiliating things for attention. You want to be on all fours begging for my cock. Begging for my attention. Begging for me to breed you. You’re just a slut. Admit it.

[chokemeyogi]

[strawberrypuppy123]

Mm I wanna be laying on my stomach watching my show and have someone come up behind me and start playing with my ass. Place their hand on my back when I try to roll over and tell me to stay. Yank my hands behind my back and tie them in place. Wrap a blindfold around my eyes and push my head into the bed before pulling my pants down and lifting my ass up into the air. Want them to spread my legs and thrust their cock inside me without any kind of warning. Put their hand on the back of my head and push it into the bed. Want them to fuck me so hard I'm practically screaming and shaking. Need them to fuck me until it hurts and I'm begging, telling them I cant take it anymore just for them to slap my ass and tell me to "Stop lying, you're so wet for me. You can clearly keep taking it". I need somebody to use me and fuck me until it hurts.

[daddyfromhell23]

She knows she has it too

Pussy so cute it would leave glitter on my cock if I fucked it

[mela-g]

[enby-cuntboy]

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.

[rforshort]

the bulge in your pants to bulge in my throat pipeline

[heartkinsleyy]

i wanna be a good girl for you 🎀

[ilikeprettygrl]

Not ootd because I’m sick 😞 it’s not too bad, here’s a quick photo from my shower

[xxprincessbunbunxx]

WE DID IT 🥳🥳🥳🥳Someone requested up skirt flash with no bra for 1000 followers so here ya go! I'm so obedient for you guys,,, ^~^ maybe I'll post some extra photos for you today as well hehe. xx

[mellowruinspirate]

[sweetsouthernthing94]

Life goal: to be the free use little house doll in a house with 3 or 4 roommates.

I pay my rent as their free use flashlight.

I’ll cook and clean and do all the domestic stuff while they work and they have full access to me when they get home from work.

One on one , threesomes, foursomes or more at any time they want it