Ever Bound

In the coming misogynic totalitarian utopia. Cunts lives will be controlled down to a point that they are treated like 10th class citizens that are under constant surveillance, and GPS tracking.

Privacy is for men, not cunts. Cunts will be branded with a barcode on their head so that men can scan them when they want. Don’t even have to be buying her, some things you want to know about this specific cunt. The scan holds details like

Age, previous masters, levels of abuse cunt has taken, sexual acts it’s best at, bra size, detailed description of cunt, detailed description of her nipple and areolas size with measurements, whether she has birthed before and how many, if it’s currently gestating, whether or not she is owned, and much more.

The goal isn’t just to oppress cunts or limit their freedom. The goal is to dehumanize them so badly, so cruelly and brutally that we men can properly use them for our own desires.

eliminate female bathrooms completely. make them into glory holes instead. literally use our hair as toilet paper. make us piss outside like dogs.

the only women's clothes sold are sexy and exposing with free access. of course women have no money. owners can buy them clothes. They have to convince some one to buy them for them some how. or maybe the barcodes can be scanned like debit cards but they only get charged by humiliating and sexual acts at an extremely low rate. even then the employees would have final say.

maybe she goes to buy a cute outfit but when she tries to pay the employee decides she needs a school girl skirt so short it could be a headband. The "shirt" about the same length, see through, and 3 little buttons pulled so tight the shirt gaped in between each and a little plaid collar with a bow. She has no choice. he makes her strip and put it on right in front of everyone. someone takes her old clothes while she's bent over the counter and fucked in both ends. She's flipped around pinched and slapped those buttons never stood a chance. when they finish with her she's covered in cum the skirts ripped a bit. the shirt is destroyed. her old clothes disappeared. she begs for a shirt any shirt and even though she has a few points given the gangbang he refuses. she begs, kissing his boots, ass in the air, legs spread. finally he tires of her display. he grabs clamps with a tight spring between them "This is as close as youre getting to a shirt. And these don't release unless a man chooses to take them off. oh and I must give you the matching clit clamp. Present clit." As the metal clamp closes on her most sensitive part she screams and his dick twitches growing hard again.

Can. Can you talk more about making the delivery in the rape district.

you gripped your satchel tightly, swallowing nervously. it's the first time you're making a delivery to Rapetown and you can't help but remember all the stories you've heard during your stay in Free Use City, but quickly shake it off; you had a job to do! so you treat it like any other delivery and start making your way down the street

and... it's pretty normal, all things considered. you're not sure what exactly you expected, what with a name like Rapetown, but like... storefronts are neat and tidy, people are all smiles with each other, and there's a generally pleasant air to the city. heck, at this rate you'll be early for your delivery!

"Oh my gosh, I love delivery girls!"

you turn around and there's a stunning woman approaching you. long, tan legs held up by tall platform shoes, an hourglass figure pushed to the extreme, huge bouncing tits, and inflated lips turned up in a big smile. the bimbo strode forward, loudly snapping her gum as she hiked up her miniskirt, revealing a long, smooth cock that was rapidly hardening. you take a nervous step back, about to explain that you're here for a job, but she grabs you by you hair, forcing you to your knees roughly on the sidewalk

"Oh my gosh sweetie, you're soooooo cute!"

she smacks your face a few times with her cock, cooing down at you before she pulls her hips back, squeezing your jaw to force your mouth open and ramming her dick down your throat. your cry is stifled by the bimbo's cock as she ruthlessly assaults your throat, sighing in pleasure as she holds your head down, pushing her length as far as she could and cutting off your air

your mind was getting hazy when you felt her tense up, her acrilic nails digging into your scalp as she moans and sighs, feeling her shaft pulse and throb in your mouth. the bimbo gave a contented sigh, pulling her softening dick out of your throat with a wet slurp

"Bye-bye cutie!"

sluts drink free

asking for a freebie is consent to be used

free drinks come with a little red wristband wrapped around them that goes on your wrist once you've finished the drink

you don't have to get any drunker than you want to be! people who want to fuck the drunkest sluts can just count the wristbands

(the bar makes money by kicking out anyone who isn't drinking every now and then, so non-sluts still have to buy drinks to participate)

anyway people can start groping and fucking you as soon as you've finished your first drink, but if you want more you can just stay at the bar and get fucked from behind while you're ordering and drinking them

no dress code but your clothes are probably gonna be soaked in cum at minimum so you may as well go in your cheapest, tiniest outfit

if you only want to be a little tipsy you can down a couple shots and then go lay yourself out on a table or hang out near the toilets waiting for someone to use you

alternatively if you're determined to pass out on someone's dick and wake up with unknown volumes of cum leaking out all your holes, go right ahead. one of the bar staff loves taking still life photos of unconscious sluts lined up along the bar with bottles plugging up their used holes to save on mopping time

(if a bartender thinks your actual health is in danger but you're still asking for more they'll just jerk off into a cocktail glass and feed you that so you can still get another wristband. you're too drunk to tell the difference so he's probably doing your liver a favour)

take off the wristbands when you're done and someone will call you a taxi (free if you let the cabbie use you on your way home)

don't even try to think, dumb cunt

Somehow i’d managed to fall into a deep sleep after He’d secured me for the night. Exhausted from the hours of torture and abuse, my body and mind had collapsed. The rude awakening as my head was yanked back, the words shouted in my ear…”Wakey wakey slave, look what i’ve got for you today” 

it took a moment to register, to work out, but as soon as i understood i couldn’t hide the shock and horror from my face. i started struggling and begging through the gag. All ignored as He unlocked me and dragged me over to the box. 

Today was the day He’d promised to release me from my position shackled by the face to the cold, stone floor. i should have realised things could always get worse. He made short work of replacing the head harness with a full hood, small holes for my nostrils the only gap, totally encased before i would be totally enclosed. 

Held rigid, no wriggle room, secured, my knees bearing the brunt of the pain…for now. i sensed the addition of the lid, the slight shaking and rattling the sign that it was being screwed into place….imprisoned, isolated, invisible. then the bone jangling thump as it was pushed over.

Episode 2 following on from Episode 1 of @pupnovy zapping me with his electro kit.

I had a metal hook put in me which was then hooked onto some cool little bondage work that Novy did, as well as a conductive pad just below my abs which made me keep pushing back on the hook.