How About I Piss In Your Ass, Make You Push It All Out Into A Bowl, And Then Shove Your Face Into It?

Does this thing look like it deserves equal rights to me? Absolutely fucking not. There's barely a single fucking braincell between this dumb cunt's ears, and whatever shred of dignity she may have had was eroded long ago.

All that's left is what all of you whores aspire to be: pure, unfiltered, brainless fuckmeat.

Spreading your legs for anything I want to shove in you. Grinding that pathetic gash against my leg while begging and pleading for me to piss down your throat.

You'd be repulsive if it wasn't so fucking funny.

So go ahead, cunts. Embrace your inferiority. Be disgusting for me. Maybe you'll get a laugh from me. Maybe if you're very lucky you'll earn my cock and your life will finally have meaning.

You're at your best when you're crossfaded, braindead, and all you can think about is being a drooling set of holes. Take another edible. How about more shots? Get more and more fucked up.

Doesn't it feel good? No thoughts. Just your brain leaking out your cunt.

And don't worry about passing out. The guys and I will take great care of you.

Now be a good girl and bend over for me.

I want to be forced to get super high before being taken out in public, wearing a short, tight dress. He pushes an edible between my lips before we go into the dark bar. He sits next to me at the table so his friends can sit across from us. Periodically he'll slip his fingers between my thighs and tease my already dripping wet slit, while his friend talks to me about something I can't quite grasp. His friend will make a joke about what a braindead little slut I am, and they'll all laugh, while my man says they haven't seen anything yet and slides two fingers inside of me without warning. I can't help but moan at the feeling, and the conversation shifts to all three men quietly degrading me in the back corner of this dark bar while I try not to be too loud. One of his friends pushes my legs apart with his knees under the table, keeping them spread wide. The waitress comes by and brings us shots that I don't remember anyone ordering, and all four are held up to my mouth to drink, those two fingers still slowly sliding in and out of me, making me unable to focus on anything but being the good little fucked up whore I am. He asks if his friends want to give me a try, everyone should feel how tight my wet little hole is at least once. "Come sit over here, princess," one of them says, pulling his chair out and patting his lap. I can see his bulge through his pants and as I get up to stumble over, he pulls his cock out for me to sit on. He covers my mouth as he slides deep inside me, bouncing just slightly to keep me overstimulated. He can feel my little cunt tighten and twitch around his size, and says to me "aww, is the little whore going to cum already? If you cum now, the three of us are going to take that as a sign to use your worthless holes all night, is that what you want you little cumdumpster?" He thrusts a little harder and I can't help but cum all over his big cock, flushing scarlet red but so high all I can feel is the pleasure.

"well boys, you know what that means."

It's far more important that you're edged dumb and horny than well-rested. After all, only one of those is entertaining for men.

spent all night edging only slept 3-4 hours total😳

You seem so eager to be used as a rape toy, I'd hardly call it taking advantage. You're probably already drunk, ass in the air, begging to have your pathetic holes filled by whatever cocks you can get to pay attention to you.

🖤rb if you would take advantage🖤

Tears make the best lube. So go ahead, cunt. Cry more. It's going in your ass, next.

I love when I cry and it makes a guy horny. That’s so fucked up… put your dick in my mouth

No need to feel guilt or shame, slut. You're merely embracing what you are. What you were built for. What your purpose is.

Everything else is just noise; conditioning that society has put upon you to make you ashamed of what you are.

Ignore the noise. Embrace what you are. Take cock in all of your holes and smile knowing that it's what's right. It'll feel so good, I promise.

A cry for help ??

When I say I'm just a set of holes, it goes beyond little attempts of degrading and humiliating myself. I truly believe that I'm just a set of holes and I struggle to be anything other than that in real life.

My cunt hole is always leaky no matter what I do. From the moment I wake up, when I'm working or doing school work, when I'm doing chores, during my meals,when I'm outside.. Always hoping that today it gets to be used by someone.

My mouth opens instantly at the mere thought of sucking a cock and my asshole starts pulsating ready to be put to work.

I've always been ready to give up my normal life and be my true self and I even tried to go through with it in lots of different ways, but I still managed to feel some sort of guilt.. It's annoying and it makes me confused.. I hate being confused.. I wanna call for help but not the type that would fix me..

Help me get rid of the guilt please.. Help me give up being human..

I like to write my whore stories to keep her in the right headspace. I wrote her one today that I think you worthless cunts would all enjoy, so I've decided to share.

TWs: rape, cutting, misogyny, CNC, piss play, intox

You wake up, groggy, sore all over; the feeling of cold tile under your bare ass stirs you to alertness. Panic sets in as you realize both of your arms are restrained, behind your back, and your head locked into place. Around your neck is a thick steel collar, tethered to the wall by a very short chain. You're still not quite sure where you are, but you can guess. In the darkness you turn your attention to your body to keep from giving into fear.

Your cunt and asshole ache and you're acutely aware of the cum that's leaking out of your holes. And yet you can't remember a thing. Your head is pounding. The last thing you remember... weren't we on a date? It was a nice restaurant and I was being so nice to you. You should have known.

As you sit there on the cold tile, chained to the wall, contemplating your abuse, you hear me approach.

You wince as the beam of a flashlight blinds your eyes and you hear me laugh. Of course I wouldn't turn on the lights. I want you in the dark, terrified.

"Oh, I see you've come to, whore." I laugh. "Feeling sore? I couldn't help myself when your disgusting little fuckholes were right there on display. And oh, don't worry, I waited until after we'd left the restaurant to rape you. I could tell the drugs were kicking in towards the end of the meal, so I settled up, dragged you into the alley next to the place, and fucked your holes like a cheap whore. I wanted you on your knees, next to the trash, in a puddle of piss, sucking my cock. And in your fucked up state? You were more than eager to do it."

You wince as you feel my hand brush across your face. You can barely move, there's nowhere to run. Your eyes catch a glint of light and you begin to panic. Is that a fucking knife?

I see the look on your face and chuckle. "Oh, right. The knife. Yeah, I can see why you might be scared." I start to run the tip of the blade across your skin, down your body, towards your cunt.

"But this isn't a time for fear, it's a celebration. See, today I've decided it's time to take our dynamic to the next level."

I very gently run the tip of the knife against your clit and then push against it, ever so slightly.

"You've enjoyed so much autonomy in this relationship, but we both know what you truly want: to be owned. To be broken. To be reduced to nothing more than a brainless piece of fuckmeat with no worries, stresses, or fears. Just the warm, comforting embrace of Sir's love and cruelty. No thoughts. No decisions. Just an empty head and filled holes. So today we begin that journey."

You scream as a blinding hot feeling of pain rushes over you. I've started cutting the knife into your pelvis.

"Now I know this hurts, but if you're going to be property, you need to be properly labeled."

You're bawling as I drag the knife across your skin. It's in deeper than I've ever cut you before.

"Y'know, some Doms prefer branding. I just find it so impersonal. You're not cattle! I mean, you're subhuman, yes, but I think my property deserves a special touch."

You're sobbing uncontrollably now, but you breathe a sigh of relief as the acute pain subsides. You see the flashlight shining down, right above your cunt and you see the blood, pooling around my crudely cut initials.

"That should scar up nice and good. And now nobody will question who you belong to."

You hear me unzip my pants and a new fear sets in. You feel the searing pain as a stream of piss hits your open wound.

"Time to clean you up."

I laugh, the cruellest laugh you've ever heard from me, as I piss directly into your open wound. You sputter and gasp as I move from your cunt to your face, drowning you in my acrid piss.

"Welcome to your new life, whore. Get comfy, you'll be here awhile."

I wipe my cock off on your face and then click off the flashlight. The last thing you hear is the door closing behind me as you're plunged into darkness.

That's what your unlubed asshole is for, cunt. Hopefully you were helpful enough to offer your shithole to him to rape, because dry and painful is obviously what he wanted for you.

My sub and I have started doing movie-kink date nights where we pair something horrific and violent with play. Last night we watched Gaspar Noé's Irréversible and then re-created the rape scene.

She was screaming so much I had to shove the dumb cunt's panties in her mouth and duct tape it shut just to keep her quiet while I pinned her down and split her ass open.

A perfect night of CCNC (cinema and consensual non-consent).

I just woke up and there's no pathetic, disgusting pig tongue-fucking my ass and that is, frankly, unacceptable. Which one of you pathetic whores wants to come here and make out with Daddy's shithole?