His Kitty Pet

muttering "bet your dick doesn't even work" to your drunken deadbeat dad back from the bar - only for him to throw you over the couch and show you just how well it does as he rapes you senseless

i wanna go to my dad, crying about all of the gross and messed up things that other men have done to me, really open up to him about all of my trauma only for him to tell me i deserved every bit of it, that i shouldn’t dress like a whore and be so tempting to men… i want him to tell me that he’s been holding back for years and that he wishes he was those other guys >.<

Going to the meetup to finally see your favorite person in person, but it was all a trap to lure you away from people and fuck you like some cheap whore with no one to save you

I’m not ignoring you as you beg me to stop raping you, I promise. I just can’t focus on anything other than how good it all feels. How soft your skin is as I dig my nails into your hips, how tightly your warm aching little cunt clenches around my cock, how adorable you look staring at me with tearful eyes as I pound into you over and over again. I can’t snap out of the trance you put me in. I don’t just want this, I need this. I need all of you, your body, your holes, every last part of you, inside and out. I’m a selfish bastard and I need it all to myself, for however long I’d like, in any which way I desire. So stop struggling. Stop searching for a way to break free, because that’s simply not an option. I can’t stop until you feel my cock twitch as I empty myself inside of you. I can’t stop until my urges are quelled. And the only girl who can do that for me is you, my beautiful little victim whore.

Glory holes should be like jury duty, every cunt will get called to do their civic duty and serve the general public with their dripping holes.

follow me as i get off the bus and pull me to the nearest alley, rip my clothes off of me, tear my shirt apart, hit me, write on me, make me hump your shoes, make me gag on your cock, cum all over my face and my tongue, grope me, bruise my entire body, rape me again and again until you get bored, use me to get off and leave my naked used body, post a picture and the location online so others can come and keep using me

Women belong in the workplace in the same way air conditioning does. You're not people, you're conveniences for men. Women don't belong on payroll. Women belong under your boss's desk, keeping his balls nice and clean while he works on something far too complicated for you to understand. You belong in the break room, spreading your holes while the men write degrading things on your body. It's funny, it's entertaining, it's a workplace bonding exercise. You belong bent over a desk so the men can take out their frustrations on you during long shifts, in the toilet when the urinal is out of order. You're not a person, but you can still be useful. Make yourself useful. It's what you're for.

Glory walls are so perfect they are everything want to be trapped in, just show the whole world the only parts of me that matter while anyone can come and ram their cocks and knots into me filling me with cum over and over and over