broken ex-les/"ftm"

Before I turned the camera on, I'd whisper in her ear that there was only one thing that would make me go easier on her: if she looked at the camera and betrayed her identity. If she moaned about how much she wanted to be fucked by a man, how much she needed me. If she panted out what a stupid little dyke she'd been for thinking that she wasn't made for men's pleasure.

Maybe there'd be a little spark of defiance in her eyes when I said that - an inner certainty that she'd never give in. And then I'd start the stream, and start destroying her. Twisting her into the perfect positions for me to strike her cervix with every thrust. Getting off on the sounds of her screams.

Once she started choking out the words through tears, I'd slow. Really enjoy myself for a little while, savoring the feeling of pushing her open with my cock. But before long, I'd speed up again, to make sure she was motivated to scream out how much she was enjoying it.

they would have broken in, tied me to my bed, and immediately start toying with my cunt. that’s all i’d be to them: a toy. they’d notice how drenched i was and they’d laugh. how many fingers could they fit into me at once?

they’d slap my pussy as hard as they could and watch me stir. my nipples would be pulled and slapped and bitten until i woke with a start and immediately screamed. no worries; a cock would be sufficient to shut me up. he’d push himself shamelessly into my mouth and down my throat. he’d force me to cockwarm him this way, massaging the bulge in my throat as i struggled to breathe.

that’s when the other men would shove two fingers each in my cunt and make me count based on what i could feel inside me. i’d hold up ten fingers. they’d laugh and i’d cry because if not ten, how many?

fingers would be replaced with thick, fat cocks. the kind that would destroy my cunt with little effort. they would be determined to leave their mark on me: bruises, cum, and a cunt so sore i wouldn’t be able to even sit down without thinking of them.

when the first man came inside of me, i couldn’t even beg him not to; my mouth would still be stretched and suctioned around someone else’s cock. they’d empty themselves one by one into my pretty little cunt until a river was flowing from me onto the bed. someone would make me squirt, and this time, my mouth would be free so i could cry out and feel the shame of my pleasure. despite my best efforts, i would be cumming with them, crying because good girls aren’t supposed to feel pleasure from being raped like this.

they’d reposition me so i would be ass up, face down into the puddle of cum that dripped out of me. they’d slap my ass, my cunt, my thighs. my cries would be muffled by the cum soaked bed beneath me, but they’d understand me begging them to please stop, please, i’ll do anything, please just make it stop.

at that, the man inside of me pulled out and came on my back, showing me how much he enjoyed hearing me beg. “you’ll do anything to make it stop, huh?” yes, yes, yes. anything, i’d mumble. “fuck yourself on us and we’ll leave. make each of us cum by riding us and we’ll leave you like this tonight.”

i’d cry harder but agree to the terms. i’d also immediately fail. my body would be too sore and tired, too limp to possibly fuck all these men. so i’d collapse and let them go until they couldn’t any longer.

But the smart ones? They have spent their entire life having pressure put on them by their parents, their teachers, their peers. They have been told so many times what they could accomplish. They probably studied hard because of it, convinced it was what they had to do. All that pressure and responsibility...

And then somewhere along, it breaks. Of course it breaks, because the world is a mess. All that pressure gets to be too much, and you just want to escape. You don't want to be successful and high achieving, you want to feel like you belong somewhere. You want to belong to someone. You want to be allowed to feel good for once in your life without having to think about it so much.