I like to imagine that someone would deceive me into meeting them at a hotel for sex.
I’d want them to restrain me to the bed with cuffs around my wrists and ankles so that I couldn’t move an inch. They’d gag and blindfold me so I couldn’t try and call for help and I wouldn’t be able to identify anyone.
They’d take a picture of me with my restrained legs wide open, displaying my most intimate parts for the taking, and would post an ad online. The hotel and room number would be given, and for a small fee, any man that wanted to could come rape me. They’d pimp me out, asking $5 to fuck my ass, $10 to fuck my pussy, or $12 for both. They’d charge an extra $5 to be able to fuck me without a condom and cum inside.
They’d rape my ass themselves until they were satisfied, and by the time they were done with me, other men would be on their way to the hotel and lining up to rape me.
There would be so many impatient men waiting for their turn that eventually two would be allowed to rape me at a time, and once my holes got stretched enough, eventually even three. I would stop being able to count how many times I’d been fucked, but the one making it all happen would keep track, and by the time the men that were showing up slowed down, the number would nearly be in triple digits.
My body and the bed would be a complete mess of sweat and cum, and only after I passed out would they release me from my bondage and take me to a new, clean hotel room to rest until I woke up the next day. And then the raping of my sore holes would start again…
