❤️Bunny❤️

Then I'd take your phone and wallet so you can't report anything right away or call for help after.

Obviously your clothes have to go. I'm sure you don't want to wear them again anyways so I'd cut them off, leaving them under you on the ground.

And now I can take my sweet time. Because what are you going to do? You can't hide anywhere where I can't find you. If you run back onto the street you'd be entirely exposed. And I still got your phone and wallet. So I'd make you beg for it. Maybe even have you masturbate so you get wet for me. I'd write "whore" "fuck me" "I want it" "breeding slut" "don't pull out" and other things on you so you are even less likely to run. Once I've had my fill and you are broken in I'd finally fuck you, having you thank me for finally stuffing your cunt.I would cum deep inside you, not caring if you end up pregnant.

After fucking you to my hearts desires I'd pull out and hand you a bag. I'm not cruel so you get some clothes. Well if you can call what I picked out clothes.

In the bag there is a micro skirt so short it might as well be a belt. A crop top with more crop then top which has "slut in training" written on the small stretch of cloth. And a pair of high heels which make it impossible to walk without wobbling, unless you are used to them of course!

It's up to you if you wear them or not, you'll look like a cheap slut regardless.

And just when you thought your humiliation was finally over I start walking away, with your phone and wallet. You see me depositing them on the other side of the street, waving at you before leaving your field of view. Guess you will have to expose yourself after all if you want them back. Just hope no one sees you and takes you for a ride ;)

Omgomgomg yessss fuckkk

him asking subtle questions for more details and im so out of it that i dont seem to realize how strange his questions are. i dont even notice when his body shifts in weird ways. i dont notice when he starts staring at the chest i left unbinded after my rapist ripped it to shreds. I don’t notice how seductive I must look to a real man with an unfathomably high líbido. i mistake the occasional silent grunts and noises as his way of reassuring me that he’s listening. before i realize it hes much closer to me than he was when i started talking. his breath is so heavy, and his arm is twitching every now and then beneath his hoodie. i pause and stare at him in a questionable state. and just as i piece together what hes doing— just as i escape my dazed state, he pins me down and continues to jerk off over my body. he laughs as i struggle underneath him, holding my hands above my trembling body. im kicking and screaming for help, though i know no one can hear me. i chose to tell him at his apartment because i knew no one could hear me. I didn’t want to be heard as i recalled my rape. i was ashamed of being a victim. ashamed of letting someone take advantage of me. ashamed of being called all the names that made my cunt throb with excitement. ashamed of how wet i seem to be once i realize he’s getting off to this.

when he fucks me and bathes in every scream i give, i try to ignore the endless amount of slick pouring out of my cunt with every thrust, or the way my clit aches and begs for stimulation. finding myself going silent when he grunts in my ear, “yeah, just like in your story.”

Eating you out all night until you're too blissed out to notice me using your hand to unlock your phone.

Waking up in the morning to tons of supportive happy comments from estranged transphobic family congratulating you for turning your life around. "We're so glad to have our beautiful little girl back" I posted your fake apology to your public Instagram and made sure to text a copy to your parents.

You don't know how you're going to explain any of this. It's been up for hours. You can't say you were hacked, there's a video of you tearfully apologizing to real trans boys for using them and contributing to transmasc erasure.

i need to be taught that i am defined by my body. by my wet cunt and my tits. my body was built to serve a real man.

maybe it's only a kink at first! but slowly my mind will equate feminity and girlhood with pleasure. i'll need to be called a girl to cum. i'll need to be filled by a man to feel like i'm worth anything.