After years of saving up, I'm finally able to move out on my own. I pack up my things and move as far away as I can afford, hoping to have a fresh start to my life where no one knows that I was born a girl.

Everything goes swimmingly. I eventually have to find a job, and I do. It's a rickety gas station, and the only availability they have open is the night shift, but I'm fine with that. It pays the bills, and my coworkers respect me as a man, so I’m happy.

A few months pass, and I grow comfortable. The stress of moving subsides, and I finally feel at peace. That's until you come into the gas station one night.

I'm the only one on shift, which is usual for this time of night. I don't pay you any mind at first, restocking some of the items behind the counter. Eventually though, I feel a presence behind me and turn to see you on the other side of the counter. One hand bracing yourself against the counter as your other hand fists your cock, all the while staring me down.

Before I can even open my mouth to threaten you, you stop me in my tracks. My dead name falls from your lips, and you smile as my mouth hangs open. You explain that we used to go to school together, though I don't remember ever seeing you. Then, you cum all over my counter.

I'm appalled, but more than anything, I’m afraid. You hold power over me, knowing my secret. That isn't lost on you as you tuck yourself back into your pants, assuring me that we will see each other again. Very soon.

Like hell we will.

I try to evade you. I come up with some sob story and recite it to a coworker, asking to switch shifts for just a week. They're reluctant but give in because I’ve helped them on more than one occasion. I feel relief hit me as I get to work on day shifts for a week. It's only a week, but at least I don't have to be paranoid about being alone and getting cornered by you. There's no way you'd try anything funny in broad daylight.

I realize I’m wrong as I watch you stroll in among a few other customers one afternoon. I don't think you've seen me yet, so I quickly excuse myself to the other person on shift and make my way to the walk-in freezer in the back. It'll be cold and a bit miserable, but I can wait in here until I’m sure you've left.

Five minutes drag by, and I hear the door begin to open. I assume it's my coworker coming to check on me, but it's you. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I don't understand how you even got back here.

It doesn't matter. I know I can't fight back when you know the truth about my body. My breaths come out in white puffs as your cock stretches out my virgin pussy. It's so painfully freezing in the room that it's almost a relief to feel the warmth of you shooting your cum deep into my abused hole.

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I need to be found in a quiet part of this building by someone I've never seen before. I'm just passing through, planning to nod a quick polite hi and pass by, but they don't nod back. I feel them do a second take at my face, look up and down my body, and the back of my neck tingles as I pass them - but I'm slammed against the wall, their hand over my mouth, and they're grinning as they put their full body weight against me, forcing me to the ground.

I'm too stunned to recognize more than the feeling of weight and hands for the first few seconds, and then my clothes are torn open and my chest, stomach and thighs can feel the floor, legs split open and my assaulter laying across my ass and back. He's rutting his cock against my ass, slowly for now, and holding my mouth with one hand while opening his phone with the other. I'm too weak to throw him off, still struggling to wrap my mind around how this happened - so fast, here in the open, to me, by this guy, is anyone coming by soon? -

And then he's shoving his phone in my face.

Wait. That's me.

It's my blog.

Those are my nudes.

There are my legs spread wide for any stranger to see, my back arched for the best pornslut angle.

There are my holes on display. My pussy, my ass, my promises that they're tight (they are, god they're too tight right now) and that they love raw cock (they don't, in reality, I just wanted to sound hot, I can't actually risk it-)

And my words begging for someone to take me, to use me, to rape me, as hard as they want.

I feel his cock rutting against me harder as I start to cry. He asks if it's me - I never show my face, I thought I was safe - and I try to hide in shame, but I'm as exposed to him now in his control as I am on the screen. He scrolls down to a photo of my spread pussy with the words "rape me harder" written above it - I wrote them - and leaves it propped directly in front of me.

His hand comes to my face and wipes my tears, then uses them to wet his cock. It's not needed. I realize just how wet my pussy has gotten when he pushes in, and I hate my body for how good it feels as he bottoms out. He only stops to readjust, pulling my hips up enough to arch my back like the photos, and then he's fucking me, hard, hitting me deep over and over, his balls rubbing my clit everytime he's all the way inside me, and I'm tensing up away from him in disgust whenever I can think but it feels so animalistically good.

He's reaching over to scroll further down my nudes, using more alluring versions of me as his porn for my rape, changing his pattern randomly, spanking me and pulling my hair, until I have no idea what's next and I can't help but moan in confusion from the sensations he knows I like. When I start fucking myself back onto him, he leans in close and asks if that's really me in the photos. I nod, and he slaps my face. He orders me to keep bouncing on his cock, and to answer him - is it me?

"Yes."

He slaps me - answer him louder.

"Yes!"

It's my blog?

"Yes."

Slap.

"Yes!"

Slap.

"Yes!"

And as he's fucking me as hard as he can, and all I can do is stutter out "yeses" so he doesn't keep slapping me, finally someone rounds the corner. As I'm stripped, moaning, bouncing on my rapist's cock, shouting "yes," and with my own nudes in front of me, they make shocked eye contact with me, turn back around and walk away.

You're welcomed into the party and it's been pretty chill. It's for a newer work friend and some of his college friends, some of your other coworkers, some of them bringing partners, and there's some drinking and smoking and music and games - but when someone suggests truth or dare, a group of you jump at the chance to do something interesting.

It starts off easy: truth, did they really hook up with that old boss ("no, but I wish"), dare, go steal Crystal's drink when she isn't looking. It gets to you and you pick truth. "How many people have you slept with?"

Oh. Well. The guy asking is pretty cute and he's been respectful. If it could be that kind of night... "Not enough," you smile. "It would be fun to have at least one more..."

It's a popular answer that gets everyone's attention, and you see him and a few others lock onto you the way you wanted, as you hear the round of teasing laughs and "oohs" go around the room. You move on with a topic change for the next dare though. You have all night.

By the time it gets around to you again, the tension has built up and every question is sexual. A few people have been dared to partially undress, a few have described their favorite sex in detail, you've casually admitted to being "a bit of an exhibitionist" in response to someone else's story, and you're ready to do something about the attention you're still getting. So when the same guy asks you, you choose dare.

He hesitates for a split second. "Would you... have sex in front of other people?"

Your heart skips, then you feel it beat faster. "That sounds more like a truth."

"Just checking on some possible limits first," he smiles reassuringly.

You feel the whole room frozen, waiting for your answer, and it's intoxicating. "I think I would. So what's my dare?"

He starts moving toward you, moves your drink to the side, looms over you and kisses you. "Undress."

As you lay down underneath him in front of everyone, his hands are on you, helping you take your shirt off, and handing it to someone else in the circle. Everything else follows, even the thong you had hoped to show tonight. You're spread out under him and faintly hearing the others comment on how wet you are, and what a fun slut you're turning into, when you feel his cock at your entrance. You look down and notice he's barely pulled his jeans down to fuck you with his raw cock, while you're on full display for everyone, and you're reminded that this is your "show everything" dare, not his. And - this wasn't explicitly part of it, was it? But then his fingers are on you too and fuck he feels good, and he's pushing inside, and everyone can hear what you sound like when you're fucked, and he's praising you for it-

And then, too soon, he pulls out, and crawls further up over your body instead, and puts his wet cock on your lips, and when you open your mouth to protest he calls you a good girl and pushes it inside. And you realize the hands you can still feel on your legs can't be his, because his are in your hair, controlling how deeply you have to take his cock in your throat, and these other hands are tracing their way up your inner thighs, and new fingers are stretching you out, and pumping in and out of you while a new person settles between your spread legs, and you can't say anything around the cock in your mouth while he tells- you? Everyone? How good you feel. And this new cock lines up and pushes right into you. And everyone laughs when you kick your legs - you must be ticklish, right? - until the new guy grabs them and wraps them around his waist. And - you're just used. You're gasping for air when the first guy pulls his cock out enough, you're involuntarily moaning a little extra from feeling the next hit deep inside you from mystery man two, and then the first one's covering your face in disrespectful cum. It's over your eyes and you can't even see anymore. He fingers some back into your mouth, making you gag, then gets off you, and you finally have a chance to speak, to scream-

The next guy leans forward and chokes you as he fucks you harder. You hear others in the room cheering him on as he slams his cock into you, putting on a show. He raises your legs onto his shoulders to hit you perfectly inside, and you forget words no matter how used and worthless you feel, he's found the off button for your brain and you're his fucktoy now.

You feel him lose rhythm, going as deep as he can, and announce to the room - not to you - that he's cumming inside this slut. It doesn't matter. You don't matter. You reach down and rub to help yourself and hear a new round of cheers.

The scientists are unbelievably excited as they gave me my check up. They keep whispering to eachother and laughing as they inspect me, and I can see some of them touching themselves over their uniforms in the brief moments when they think no one is watching. None of them tell me anything, and everytime I try to ask, I'm only met with knowing glances and snickers.

"Its gonna split her open," I hear one of them whisper.

"No, she'll take it. The real question is if she'll pass out or not." Another answers, and I catch her grinning at me, "you'll get a couple days off after this," she tells me, "you'll need it."

They walk me to an observation room, one of the large tanks they're so fond of leaving me in now. There's nothing inside, save for a second door attached to a smaller room made with heavily tinted glass, though I can hear something snarling and pacing inside. "What is that?" I ask, turning to face them, but they all ignore me.

I hear a loud click behind me, and the low groan of hinges, followed by the slow, methodical pad of heavy feet against the hard tile floor. I turn slowly, and my knees buckle beneath me. A massive wolf creature looms above me, its fangs are easily each the size of my arm, and it drools puddles onto the floor as it stalks closer, and there is very little comfort in the fact that it's wearing a muzzle. I can see its twitching cock hanging between its legs, long and thick, with a swollen knot at its base, dripping with precum and throbbing as it gets closer.

I cant imagine how that thing will fit inside me, but I cant find my voice to protest. "This creature will breed its partner until it smells a successful pregnancy," a doctor says over the intercom, "since we've given you something to prevent that from happening with any of our creatures, it will breed you until it physically cant anymore. We're all very eager to learn how long that takes."

It snarls louder when I try to back away, and a large clawed hand lands on my chest, pinning me easily to the floor. It leans down, and I feel the cold metal of the muzzle bump my thighs as it sniffs me. Its cock twitches harder, and it suddenly stands on its hind legs, picking me up as easily as if I were a little doll. Its drool drips over me, hot and slick, dripping down my body and onto the floor. It lowers me slowly onto the tip of its cock, and I whimper as it begins forcing itself into me.

"Its too big," I yell, "please, I cant take it!"

"Yes you can," one of them answers, "and it's not like you have a choice. We cant stop it now thats its decided to breed you." I swear I hear a note of smug glee in her voice, but I'm immediately distracted as the creature forces it's cock deeper into me with another long growl.

It's so hot inside me, stretching me more than I thought possible, twitching and leaking and making my body jolt.

The only mercy is that it goes slow, easing itself into me, panting harder as I near the top of its knot. I try to relax, to find some pleasure in the sensation so that I can take all of it inside me. It does feel good, the tight pressure of my body struggling to accommodate its size, and the visible bulge twitching through my stomach, filling me so deeply. My head falls back as it forces in another few inches. The head of it's cock has already well since met my cervix, but it wont stop until it's completely inside of me, and I shudder at the thought of it spilling its cum directly into my womb.

When my head falls back, I can see the scientists all watching with rapt fascination. I can see some of their erections through their pants, and a few of them are clearly pulling their lab coats around them to try and conceal how they're fingering themselves. Earlier in the morning, one of them told me she and her friends couldn't wait to have me alone. No one gave a shit if the doctors took advantage of the volunteers, we were all nothing but breeding whores anyway, so who cared what they did to us? I began to fear, and maybe secretly hope, that the experiments were skewing away from pure scientific curiosity and toward the doctors own fantasies. Perhaps it was the exhaustion or the physical strain or the aphrodisiacs that never quite left my system, but my pussy clenched hard at the thought of being used as living porn for the doctors.

The creature snarled as I clenched around it, and I found myself pinned to the floor again as it began to slip out of my pussy. I could see the doctors more clearly now, their faces flushed as they toucbed themselves between taking notes, watching so excitedly when the creature slammed back inside me without warning.

I screamed, and it did it again, slowly building to a rapid pace and holding me down as it rut into me, its cock continuing to bulge deep in my stomach. I swore my body was going to split apart, but I kept taking it, swearing and moaning as it fucked into my cervix with each thrust, its knot meeting my hole with increasing urgency until it pulled almost completely out and then slammed into me with enough force to wedge the knot inside.

My vision blurred for a moment, and I couldnt seem to remember how to breathe. The creature didn't stop, in fact its enthusiasm only seemed to increae now that it had knotted me, and it thrust into me as hard and fast as it could now that it was firmly wedged inside.

My moans reduced to nothing more than wheezing breaths, punctuated by weak gasps for it to breed me already, and, finally, I got my wish. It's hips jolted and it let out a howling whine as burning hot cum flooded my womb. I could see it twitching inside me, and my belly swelled with the sheer volume of cum, which seemed like it would never stop.

The creature pulls out of me slowly, and I cum as its seed gushes out of me in thick waves, leaving my body shaking and clenching on the floor in the warm sticky puddle. It leans over me, and sniffs deeply, before it snarls and forces it's cock into me again, dissatisfied by my inability to be bred how it wants.

I look back at the doctors, many of which have given up any discretion and now openly touch themselves, rubbing their clits and stroking their cocks as they watch it breed me over and over and over until I lose count. It stops bothering to pull out and check after the first six times, and then simple continues fucking me and trusts its knot to plug its cum inside of me, though some spills out around it.

Hours must pass, and though I never lose consciousness, I'm barely aware of my surroundings. I cum without really noticing anymore, and my stomach continues to swell with hot cum until it's forced to leak around the knot. At some point the creature forces me to lay on my stomach, pressing my cheek into the pool of cum that has amassed around my body.

I almost dont even notice when it slows down. It pants heavily, and my body is held aloft only by its hand supprting my stomach and keeping my hips raised for it to rut into me. I stare at nothing, vaguely aware that some of its cum has gotten into my mouth and not caring. It suddenly lifts me, holding me aloft on its cock like a fleshlight, it's cum dripping off me my body.

It begins lifting me up and down, and I realize my comparison couldnt be more accurate as it uses me to jerk off, grunting with one final burst of vigor in a vain attempt to breed me, no longer caring to be even somewhat gentle with me, squeezing until I cant breathe, rocking me onto its cock with every desperate ounce of strength it has left until the final wave of cum pours into me. It holds me down on its cock, roaring as it floods my poor body one last time, trying to bury its cock as deel into my womb as it can. Before finally laying me down and letting me slip off of its cock. I catch briefly on its knot, but slowly it's pushed out of me by the pressure of the buildup of its cum. It pours out of me in thick pulses as my pussy clenches around the unfamiliar sensation of nothing.

I hear the creature pace back into its cell, before collapsing in an exhausted heap as the door shut and locks behind it, and then doctors rush in to tend to me.

They lift me up, wrapping my arms around their shoulders to keep me upright as they carry me away, cum dripping from my pussy the whole way to the baths.

I expect them to leave me to the attendants to clean, but the three doctors who accompanied me instead let me sit against the wall and undo their pants. I start to protest, but one of them clamps her hand over my mouth.

"We're not going to fuck you," she promises, "we just want to finish. You're so fun to get off on after all, and who can tell which cum is ours, and which is the creatures?" She begins stroking her cock, holding my jaw with her free hand to make sure I watch. "Open your mouth." I obey, and she cums over my tongue, laughing as it drips down my chin.

She steps aside, and the next doctor has the other two lay me down. She kneels between my legs, and the others hold my thighs up and open so she can cum into my stretched hole.

The third is less deliberate, and just makes sure to rub her cock against my cheek as she cums on me, murmuring what a good girl I am.

"She looks so good covered in cum, doesnt she?" One of them asks, and the other two nod in agreement.

"Shame she has to get cleaned up, I like seeing her look the part of cock hungry cum slut."

"She always looks like a cock hungry cum slut."

"Yeah, but I like when she looks used."

I listen to them in a daze. My body is sore and beyond exhaustion, and their words are making me long to be fucked again, even as I know my body can't handle it. I want to be their cumslut, and i find myself imagining being left in a break room or common area, held upright by some contraption with my holes always presented and ready to be filled.