bimbo-stripper: Fuuuuck things like this make me hotter than anything else… made to be vulnerable in
bimbo-stripper: Fuuuuck things like this make me hotter than anything else… made to be vulnerable in public… stripped in front of so many men, the humiliation must be so exquisite even before they use me. Those laughing, smiling faces, greedy looks, jokes and insulting names as they all look on and no one helps me, and slowly they begin to come forward and touch and kiss me, and there’s nothing I can do… and I cry and I am so afraid and in shock, in horror and they tell me it’s ok, they kiss my tears, but they don’t slow down or stop… I need this level of confusion and humiliation, to have no control as they all take me in every hole and I cry and beg, and then just give in and take it like an animal, like a good girl, I want to know how that feels so fucking bad… to have penises in me and more in my face, in my hands, and these aren’t violent rapists — they’re just nice boys who noticed me and got turned on, and it’s my fault… so how can I call for help or try to stop them?I shouldn’t have been on that train, shouldn’t have been wearing cute clothes, shouldn’t have smiled at that guy. Now I’m being fucked while every other guy on the train waits his turn with his dick in his hand, and I can’t do much besides whimper and hate it (but love it so much too), because I encouraged them by being female, by walking by them, by being here. I wish this happened to me every day. I wish I knew what this kind of attention felt like from this many men at once, while I suffer cock after cock after cock as they watch. I want to go home after a ride on the subway and not be able to sit for days, to cry because my asshole is too sore; to pretend to everyone like nothing happened, really, I just got mugged… and to keep an eye out for those guys for the rest of my life because nothing else can get me off anymore now that they’ve ruined my innocence. To be used like this and blackmailed into marrying one of the guys… and to need this kind of treatment and sex from him and his friends every day. I’d beg them to share me again and they’d become disgusted at how pathetic and desperate I’ve become. A fucking whore; a worthless cow; but they still enjoy my body, because I eagerly do anything they want me to. I worship men like this, because they know what they want and then they use a blow-up doll like me to get it, and whether I want them to or not is not an issue or a deterrent. They are able to make my decisions for me and they do; therefore, they are superior to me. Demonstrating that is part of raping me. -- source link