LilSubbyPrincess

imagine using that to break in cunts like me. asking me “do you want to be on your knees or on your back when you suck my cock?”. i know that one of the two is inevitable, so i soothe myself with the pretence of ‘at least i have a choice’ and choose the one i least object to.

i sink to my knees, my voice failing me from the dread that courses throughout my body. my mouth reluctantly opens, and so begins the start of a series of subtle cognitive shifts within my brain. i don’t notice it, but i am more pliant and eager when the thick cock slides past my lips.

you take it further. “Would you rather have me choke you unconscious with my cock, or with my hands?”. my jaw would be aching from sucking your cock so i gargle out my answer of ‘hands’, mostly coming out as indistinguishable sounds around you whilst I finish sucking.

we change positions, you now towering over me whilst you lay me down. your hands go to my drool covered mouth, wiping it all over my face and giving me a few slaps across my cheeks. your hands go down to my throat, gently applying pressure at first but steadily increasing until im left clawing at my own throat. you see my eyes roll back, my face go red, and feel my body go limp. a few hard slaps to the face and i eventually come back round, my vision hazy and breath irregular. just past the ringing in my ears i hear “would you rather i rape your ass or your cunt?”.

i answer through my sobs to rape my cunt. i’ve never done anal before and i don’t want to imagine the pain that would come from you brutalising a hole i’ve only ever had the tip of a finger inside. i naively think that I can try and tune out what is about to happen, but you begin asking a second question. “I can rape you twice tonight, or you can let me fuck you raw and I’ll stop after I cum. Which would you prefer?”. i wouldn’t be able to handle the trauma of being raped twice, so i choke out my answer. this time, you take it one step further.. you tell me to beg for it. you have to be sure i mean it after all. once your satisfied with my pleas, you enter my cunt, taking no care or consideration to be gentle. you pump in and out of me, going hard enough to leave bruises on my abused body.

“Do you want me to record you being raped or do you want me to cum inside your cunt and breed you?”. i know im not on birth control, but having it recorded could be devastating for me if you decided to do anything with it. id internally struggle with the two answers, but you press me saying if i don’t choose that you’ll have to do both. having my rapists baby sounds more traumatising than having it recorded. you can choose to ignore the recording, you can’t choose to ignore being pregnant. i tell you to record me, not knowing how big of a mistake ive made.

your phone comes out. you ask me another question as you continue fucking my limp body. “Do you want me to punch you in the stomach or your tits?”. i close my eyes as i prepare myself for the pain that i will succumb to as i answer. I beg you to punch my stomach, not realising that you start the recording just after you ask the question, the flash hitting my mascara stained face. the recording makes it appear as if i am begging for the abuse as your enclosed fist strikes my stomach and i cry out in pain. The camera now capturing the red marks across my body.

“Where do you want me to cum slut? Your ass or your pretty little mouth?”. i can tell you’re close by the increased rhythm of your thrusts, so i waste no time in begging you to cum in my mouth. Your cock pulls out of my cunt, which aches and throbs. Your cum splatters all across my face, some on my tongue, which i have no option but to swallow down as your free hand clamps over my mouth. finally the torment is over, or at least i believe. You hush me as I sob, desperate to escape your grip. You rub your cock over my cum covered face, and i feel you getting hard again. i beg you to stop. I try to reason with you, that you had said you would only rape me once if I let you record it… only to hear your laugh in response to my desperation.

“Oh sweetheart, you asked for this remember? I gave you options the entire time. You never once said no. You wanted this, admit it. You even begged for it. Now… tell me. Would you rather me fucked your ass or post the video of you begging a stranger to abuse you be posted everywhere and sent to your friends and family?”

You gather the wetness from my cunt and spread it across my asshole. You know what my answer is, you’ve manufactured this outcome from the beginning. I beg you to fuck my ass instead of having my rape be posted online forever. I did ask for this after all.

"look at you taking me so well like this… such a good girl."

"arch your back a little more for me, baby. perfect. you feel incredible."

"that’s it… push back onto me. you’re doing so beautifully."

"listen to how wet you are. my perfect girl, letting me use you from behind like this."

"good girl. stay just like that while i fuck you deeper. you’re taking every inch for me."

First a screenshot of you sleeping, soft and unaware. Then one of you changing. Then one of you touching yourself, legs spread, face buried in the pillow like no one could possibly see.

Picture after picture — you crying on the floor after a bad day, you laughing on a video call, you half-naked and vulnerable in moments where you thought you were alone.

Every notification making your stomach drop and your body react in ways you hate. Your hands shaking as you open each one. You feel exposed, violated, and somehow still turned on. You keep staring at the pictures of yourself that you never meant for anyone to see, heart racing, thighs pressing together despite the fear.

When I wake up, I’m in an unfamiliar room and each of my limbs are tied to the corners of the bed I’m laying on. I try to free myself, noticing I’m fully unclothed. The binds are too strong so I look around trying to think of a way out only to see the dozens of eyes on me.

The room is filled with men who all look much taller and stronger than me. They look like they are going to eat me alive. Then several of them jump onto the bed with me, touching and groping me. I’m not sure how many of them there are as my whole body feels like it’s on fire. I squirm at their touch, trying to fight them off and screaming to let me go but it’s no use. It doesn’t take long before I feel one of them poking at my enterance. Another is using one of my hands, the other hand being sucked on, and what must be 3 or 4 different hands playing with my mouth.

An hour in is when I stop fighting. I don’t stand a chance. These men will use me however much they want and there’s nothing I can do about it.

3 hours in and I stop hoping for it to end. My holes are all being stuffed, every part of me is being touched and used. I’ve come to learn that once this group of men is done, another group will replace them.

4 hours in is when I pass out. My body too weak to stay awake, being used in my sleep.

When I wake up, I think it’s finally over. The lights are off now and I’m still half asleep, noticing the movement stopped. I’m no longer being bounced around and I don’t feel any wandering hands. I try to move only to realize I was very wrong. The second I move, I feel them. Both my holes are being stretched open, the men inside me deep asleep. I’m still tied up and can’t even move an inch off of these guys, being forced to take them until they wake up.