Your life's purpose is to satisfy a man. If you haven't done that today, you are a worthless waste of oxygen. Making men happy is the only thing that matters in life.

When I wake up, I’m in an unfamiliar room and each of my limbs are tied to the corners of the bed I’m laying on. I try to free myself, noticing I’m fully unclothed. The binds are too strong so I look around trying to think of a way out only to see the dozens of eyes on me.

The room is filled with men who all look much taller and stronger than me. They look like they are going to eat me alive. Then several of them jump onto the bed with me, touching and groping me. I’m not sure how many of them there are as my whole body feels like it’s on fire. I squirm at their touch, trying to fight them off and screaming to let me go but it’s no use. It doesn’t take long before I feel one of them poking at my enterance. Another is using one of my hands, the other hand being sucked on, and what must be 3 or 4 different hands playing with my mouth.

An hour in is when I stop fighting. I don’t stand a chance. These men will use me however much they want and there’s nothing I can do about it.

3 hours in and I stop hoping for it to end. My holes are all being stuffed, every part of me is being touched and used. I’ve come to learn that once this group of men is done, another group will replace them.

4 hours in is when I pass out. My body too weak to stay awake, being used in my sleep.

When I wake up, I think it’s finally over. The lights are off now and I’m still half asleep, noticing the movement stopped. I’m no longer being bounced around and I don’t feel any wandering hands. I try to move only to realize I was very wrong. The second I move, I feel them. Both my holes are being stretched open, the men inside me deep asleep. I’m still tied up and can’t even move an inch off of these guys, being forced to take them until they wake up.

wiping the tears off your face after filling you up, and pushing a lollipop into your mouth.