dreamsofbeingused: This wasn’t the first time that she had been sentenced to community service
dreamsofbeingused: This wasn’t the first time that she had been sentenced to community service, but today there had been a new “maintain anonymity” option on her check-in form. Naturally, she opted in; she had been sure anonymity could only be a good thing at a disgusting place like this. Now, she wondered if it had been a trap, if they were going keep her like this forever.She couldn’t move.She couldn’t see.She couldn’t hear.She couldn’t speak.She couldnt breathe.She was nothing but an anonymous fuckdoll.All was silent except for her own muffled, embarrassing cries and moans echoing inside her head. The restraints bit into her body and held her down on the table with almost no give. The blindfold stole her sight and left her in darkness with only her tortured imagination as company. The combination of the large gag and tight corset literally took her breath away. She tried to focus on breathing through her nose but the continual harsh penetration of her body constantly interrupted her rhythm and she resigned herself to the high of oxygen deprivation.On previous visits there had been faces for her to direct her hatred towards and a clock to keep track of the time; now, there was only cock. Every man that used her was nothing but another piece of the never ending line of disembodied cocks come to brutally piston away inside her for their own pleasure. She should have hated each and every one of them but found it impossible to cling onto the feeling. Each and every thrust shot sparks of pain and pleasure through her mind, punctuated only by the periodic self-betrayal of a degrading and humiliating orgasm forcibly ripped from her body, leaving her stumbling through her own thoughts.‘I’m not enjoying this! I’m only cumming because of the lack of air is making my brain fuzzy,’ she tried to rationalize to herself.‘It’ll be over soon,’ she told herself over and over and over again. ‘Just a teeny tiny bit more,’ she tried to reassure herself as her hold on sanity weakened. ‘Surely it’s been eight hours already, right? Right?’ she thought as the panic closed in on her.‘Oh god, there going to keep me like this forever! Let me out! Let me out! Let me out!’ She squirmed and bucked and cried in full panic. She would do anything to escape this hell but it was all for naught. In and out went the omnipresent, omnipowerful cocks, completely oblivious to the terror of their plaything but still finding great enjoyment in the way she squirmed and tightened around them. Eventually, she gave up; she resigned herself to this pathetic life as a bound cocksleeve. There was no resistance left in her, mind or body, just the constant in and out of whichever cock had deigned to use her holes at that time. It was only after this breakdown that she was let out; but it wasn’t freedom, at least not yet.She was kindly informed that she had only endured four hours thus far and that after a fifteen minute stretch break she would be suited up again to finish her day. Those few words managed to break her will far more effectively than all the previous community service hours she had endured combined. She would never earn another day at the community service center again; she understood her place in the world now. -- source link