…about getting off on male superiority is that there’s so much misogyny in the world!
Sexual inequality used to piss me off, but now it just turns me on. And I’m waaaaaay happier being a warm, wet, fuckable dripping cum-hole than I ever was as an insufferable angry cunt.
Even better if they sexualize their own oppression as well as the oppression of other girls like good little gender traitors. They’re the best girls, and deserve all the abuse and misogyny they crave.
It’s always so adorable to see a silly feminist rationalize her corruption with: "Oh it’s just a fantasy, edging my holes sore to degrading porn for hours totally won’t fuck up my brain".
OMG OMG OMG I wanted to walk my nightly walk around the lake here nearby and then two boys approached me. They asked me to hang out a bit with them and of course I said yes. It turned out that there were chilling in a gang of 4 people, so I was the 5th person there. It all happened at the lake on a bench at night time.
A long story short: I got groped by two of them, they were touching my thighs, my pussy above my clothes and my tits, even slided their hands under my top and even under my bra while the others were watching/not caring. I even kissed someone there and two asked me to have sex but today I was insecure cuz I was out the whole day and usually I just don't fuck around with anyone, so I declined. But the groping was SO GOOD OH FUCK I LOVED EVERY SECOND, I DIDN'T WANT TO GO HOME. Even when we 5 were waking to the train station, they groped my ass with there hands, sometimes even cupping my ass cheeks and even slapping it in puplic :33 that was so NICE, I KNEW that my mini skirt and my outfit today would pay off :3
daddy putting me over his knees and spreading my cheeks to see my aching holes, poking around with his fingers while scolding me for being so drippy. explaining how little sluts like me get their holes punished and probed, spanked till they’re all red and weeping. then laughing at me when I get even wetter, promising he’s going to help me be better, a better whore
Force feeding you shots and making you take hit after hit until you’re a crossfaded mess, not even knowing where you are. The room is spinning for you, it’s hard to keep your eyes open. But I reassure you that you’re ok, that I won’t let anything bad happen to you. You slowly start to drift asleep, completely oblivious to my plans for you. I push your legs apart, spreading you wide open and I start touching your clit lightly, rubbing and playing with it, as you start getting wet for me, I can’t help myself but to lick you, and taste you. I get lost in how perfect you taste, and I leave your pussy a sloppy, spitty mess, perfect for me to shove my fingers in and give your hole a thorough inspection, shoving them deep inside to feel how tight you are, how wet you’ve become for me. Making sure your little hole can take my cock, I pull my dick out, jerking it with my hand that is soaked in your wetness. I slide my cock into your unconscious pussy, pushing my entire dick inside of you. My thrusts start slow as I stretch you out around me, the faster they get, the more you start stirring awake, as my thrust become more feral your little body can’t take it anymore and you jolt awake, crying out, trying to get me to stop. You’re so drunk that all of your words, all of your cries come out slurred, and you’re forcefully pounded as I make you cum repeatedly on my cock while you physically can’t do anything in your power to stop me, forced to be my little sex toy as I uncontrollably fill you full of cum over and over again, all night long
Wanna have a toy inside me that spreads my little pussy wide open and I want to feel vulnerable from how exposed my most intimate part is in front of him.
He can look deep inside me while I'm bend over a chair and he can see how my wetness runs out of my desperately clenching cunt.
The toy isn't enough but he is curious how his cum looks when it's in my fuckhole. So he starts jerking off in front of my open hole as I'm squirming and begging him to touch me.
More and more wetness running out of me as he jerks off and when he cums he lets it drip into my inviting pussy.
I can feel how his hot cum runs down my wet walls deep inside me while he just watches how it disappears until he can't see it anymore and he wants to try it a second time because he hasn't seen enough.
Wanna get fucked from behind until my legs start to shake.
Until I can't keep my body up while his cock hits my cervix over and over again until I collapse on the bed and he leans over to use his weight to keep me in place.
Until I can't do anything but whimper and take it. Take whatever he wants me to take.
After six months of leaving your window unlocked, someone finally took the bait.
You frequent some dark corners of the internet. When tumblr wasn't enough to get you wet anymore you turned to reddit, and when that stopped working you moved to 4chan. These days the sites you cum to don't even have names, their URLs are just strings of random letters and numbers. It was in one of these places that you saw the symbol.
The only identifying feature of the original poster was an off-putting avatar image of Sonic the Hedgehog's gaping asshole. The post was a single photo of the symbol, written in thick marker on a scrap of looseleaf paper. Below it, the text read: place this symbol in your window to let passersby know it's unlocked, and you're ready to be taken advantage of.
You came when you saw that symbol. (You had been touching yourself for hours at that point, but still, the symbol is what pushed you over the edge.) You saved a screenshot of the symbol, and in the nights that followed you touched yourself to it again and again, daring yourself to do it, imagining the things strangers could do to you in your sleep. When your better judgement finally caved to that insatiable need, you touched yourself again. You sat there for an hour, edging and watching that symbol in the window, until your mind felt slow and stupid with fantasies.
You did that a few more times in the following nights. But the after a week the fantasies alone weren't doing it for you anymore, and you were increasingly realizing something that probably should have been obvious from the beginning: most people aren't into the same disgusting shit you're into. The people in those ugly little corners of the web lived all over the world. What were the odds one of them would just walk past your first-floor apartment one day?
So you forgot about it. Mostly. You left it there, of course, but the more time went by the less you believed anything would ever come of it. You turned to other places to make you cum. Lately you've been getting off on posting pictures of yourself, letting strangers describe the ways they'd like to use and abuse you.
And then this morning you found three polaroid pictures placed neatly on your kitchen table.
All three pictures are of you, naked and asleep in bed. You started sleeping naked ages ago, at the advice of a tumblr post detailing how to be more of a slut. You're glad you did now, because the feeling you get looking at these pictures is like nothing you've ever felt before. It's electric, a vibration in your brain and the pit of your stomach that makes your legs wobble and your knees press together. The first picture is of your body, undisturbed, sleeping on your stomach with your ass in the air. The second is a view from the foot of your bed, your pussy pressed against the sheets and your legs open. The third is of your face, an unfamiliar hand brushing back your hair and an unfamiliar cock resting on your cheek.
Before you can even think you're falling to your knees, masturbating desperately and furiously to those pictures. When you cum it's labored, almost painful, your breath catching in your chest, your moans short and agonized. You manage to stand long enough to take the pictures to your bed, where you're able to scrape together the self-control to edge for about five minutes before you cum for a second time.
The one you can't tear yourself away from his that cock on your face. The knowledge that someone was that close to you without your knowing. Touching you. Pleasuring himself to you. When you cum for the third time, it's to the thought that he didn't rape you, as far as you can tell. That means he intends to come back.
That night you feel like a kid waiting for Santa Clause to come. You toss and turn, too excited to sleep, but terrified that he won't follow through with it if he can tell you're awake. You close your eyes and stay as still as possible. If you can't be asleep, the best you can do is appear asleep.
You wake to sunlight streaming through your window, a little surprised to realize you fell asleep at all. You can feel immediately that something is different; you've been violated, you can feel it in your clit and in your cunt. You hurry to the kitchen and find three new polaroids. The first is a close up of your pussy, already swollen and wet. The second is taken from the same angle, but this time there's a hand in frame, three fingers pushed inside you, stretching you out. The third sends a thrill up your spine. In this picture, a man with a Halloween mask pulled up to his forehead has his head buried between your legs. His face isn't visible from this angle, but it's clear he's eating you out. What really excites you, though, is the out-of-focus smudge in the corner of the shot: you're certain it's the edge of someone's finger. There was a second person in the room with you last night, holding the camera. You wonder if he was there the night before too. You wonder if anyone else has been in your room without you knowing.
When you've cum twice, you're able to think clearly enough to wonder how you managed to sleep through all this. This isn't a cock brushing your face; this is penetration, stretching, clitoral stimulation. That isn't the kind of stuff you sleep through, is it? You get off for a while imagining you really are just that much of a whore, that you can have three fingers inside you and barely notice a thing, but then you spot the cylinder in the corner of the third picture. It's a metal canister, like an oxygen tank, connected at the top to the kind of plastic mask designed to cover your mouth and nose. They drugged you. That's why you didn't wake up. They put you into a deeper sleep so they could do what they wanted with you. Your clit is getting sore at this point, but when you come to this realization you can't help but cum one more time.
In your dreams that night someone is holding you down, kissing you, shoving his tongue down your throat. You're afraid and excited and wet, and you want to scream for help but you can't remember how to speak. Someone is saying something, but the words don't mean anything to you, and the relentless sucking on your clit is making it hard to focus on anything else. You want to moan, to arch your back, to press your legs shut, but your body isn't your own. Maybe you cum. Maybe you don't. It's hard to tell.
You come to slowly, blearily. You become aware of your surroundings one thing at a time, and out of order; first you notice the wetness, then the soreness, then the sunlight behind your closed eyelids. You stretch and rub the sleep out of your eyes, but your hands come away with more than the usual eye grit on them. With a jolt you realize your face is painted with cum, and looking down you can tell that it isn't just your face. There's cum on your tits, on your stomach, even your thighs and feet, and a hand between your legs confirms its inside you too. Hands shaking, you scoop it off your thighs and stomach, trying to get as much as you can into your pussy, fingering it deeper and deeper. You must have really taken a pounding last night, because your pussy is sore and your groin feels bruised, but the feeling of that cum inside you is worth every ounce of pain. You put a few pillows under your ass, trying to keep your hips elevated, keep it from spilling out for as long as possible. You imagine it taking root in your womb, changing your body, making your breasts and belly swell with motherhood. You imagine men you've never seen coming into you home while you're asleep and hungrily drinking your milk, squeezing and sucking so you wake up with your nipples sore. You wish one of them was here to fuck the cum deeper inside you, but you make do with your fingers. This time when you cum it's different. It isn't like the first orgasm of the day. It feels like maybe the fifth time you've cum in the last few hours; barely pleasure at all, just spine-tingling, mind-numbing sensation. Is it possible to cum in your sleep? It feels like it shouldn't be allowed, but you're having trouble thinking straight...
You need to stop touching yourself. You're sore and trembly and weirdly exhausted for someone who just woke up, but you can't stop thinking about those strangers in your bedroom, the cocks that must have been in your cunt and your asshole and your mouth. Your clit throbs, begging your fingers for just one more release. You make a compromise with yourself. You put on some panties to keep too much cum from leaking out, and you go to the kitchen to look at the pictures. But there are no polaroids on the kitchen table. Just a cheap plastic USB drive with your name in permanent marker on the side.
It shouldn't be a surprise that they know your name. They've been in your house, they can obviously find your name on your mail or your computer or your driver's license. But seeing it there in unfamiliar handwriting, one more tiny violation of privacy, makes your clit throb again, as if to remind you of its presence.
The voice of your elementary school librarian echoes in your head as you retrieve your laptop and return to bed. It is profoundly stupid, she reminds you, to plug an unfamiliar drive into your computer. There's no telling what kind of malware it could contain, and that kind of access could allow hackers to take complete control of your computer. But you've already done the most profoundly stupid thing. You've done it repeatedly, in fact, and you're in deep enough now that there may not be any going back. The drive contains a single folder, also with your name on it. The folder is full of pictures and videos, hundreds of them, from different cameras and different perspectives, every angle you could possibly want from the events of last night. Men in rubber masks, too many to count, taking turns raping your lifeless body. Stuffing their cocks down your throat and laughing as you choke reflexively. Squeezing your tits, pinching and biting your nipples. Playing with your pussy, intermittently fucking it and trying to shove ever-larger objects inside it. There's a closeup video of your face as one of the men ejaculates onto it. Another of your pussy as a cock pulls out, allowing a fat glob of cum to collect just at the entrance of your unresponsive hole. The last file in the folder is a .txt file, containing a single line of text: a string of numbers and letters that you recognize.
Right there on the first page of your favorite site is a picture of you, asleep and drenched in cum. Below it is your home address, and a short note:
Found this tasty slut by accident at the above address, just noticed the rapeme in her window and figured I'd come back that night. Good pussy, and she must like what we did to her because she hasn't taken it down yet. Stop by if you're in town; we like a limp body, but I bet she'd put up a nice fight if you'd rather forgo sedatives. Just make sure to gag her lol. don't want the neighbors complaining and ruining our fun. and remember to leave her a souvenir! She especially likes polaroids ; )
By the time you've finished reading you're in a daze. Your eyes can't seem to focus on anything. Your mind can't form a coherent thought. Your clit is no longer asking for your attention; it now demands it. As you begin to pull the panties back down, you notice something: the light next to your laptop camera is on.
You place the laptop on the bed between your legs, and begin stuffing the panties into your cunt.
I love it when men use the word rape instead of forced or other substitutes. Say it. Say it out loud. Say it with your entire chest. You want to rape me .
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