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Luckily though, her roommate had lent her his fan! Nice of him. He was nice.

The fan was maybe a little old and beaten up, but that was fine, It was certainly a lot better than nothing, and she definitely appreciated it. It didn’t make her cooler, really, but it made her less warm, which made all the difference to her right at that moment. She sprawled, she sweated slightly, she stared into space, she let the air be shoved over her.

And then she let her stare move from space towards the fan, just because.

It was, as said, a little old. How old she couldn’t say but her roommate had clearly had it for some time given how rough the thing was looking - and sounding. Fans often had a constant, soporific drone, but something about this one was particularly…

… she couldn’t quite describe it. ‘Relaxing’ felt too strong for just a fan, but it was certainly not unpleasant to listen to.

Looking at it, she was also starting to appreciate how beaten up the thing was. The blades, specifically. She hadn’t noticed before she’d turned it on, but now it was spinning it was more obvious. The blades were scuffed and scratched and this didn’t mean it worked any worse, of course, but it did mean that now they were spinning all of them were sort of smearing and spinning and blurring together and…

… and…

She was staring. Listening to the fan. Buzzing humming. What had she been thinking about?

Her roommate was so nice…

Oh yeah, the fan. The blades. The marks on them. The weird nice smeary shape they made when the blades spun. Because it was a shape, or at least something that looked like a shape. Lines? Something. Something moving to the middle. She couldn’t quite describe it no matter how much she stared and she really was staring and staring, listening to the nice humming buzzing sound, her roommate was so nice, so caring, her roommate looked after her…

What had she been thinking about? 

It was so hot. Even with the fan it was too hot. She needed to take her clothes off. Yes. It was too hot to be wearing anything, yes. Naked. She quickly stripped down, doing the best she could not to look away from the fan as she did so - what was that shape? She could have sworn it looked like something. If she stared at a little longer she could work it out…

Yes. Naked was better. She felt better. This was good. She felt good. Staring, listening. Focus. Her roommate was so nice. He looked after her. He made her feel safe. It was good to listen to him. She should listen to him more. Like how she was listening to the fan humming buzzing nice and safe keep staring. It was okay her legs were spreading. Just too hot, that’s all.

Spinning shapes like a spiral, she realises. Around and around spinning spinning. Pulls to the middle. Kept pulling her eyes to the middle. Could look away if she wanted. Easy. Just didn’t want to, that was all. Didn’t need to. Wanted to keep staring. Eyes in the middle. Safe. Her roommate kept her safe. Focus. Listening. Needed to listen to him more. Good girls listen. Humming buzzing listen focus stare.

She was thinking about something, only not really because she couldn’t really think. Too hot for thinking. Buzzy hummy spinning focus. Just an idea in her head. A sense. A need. A want. 

What was it…

She wanted to touch herself. Yes. That’s why her hand was between her legs. She wanted to. That was what was in her head. Touch herself. Listen focus stare touch play switch off. That’s what she wanted to do. Her idea. She wanted to.

So she did.

The sun had long set by the time her roommate came in to see how she was doing. It was too dark for her to keep staring at the fan but she hadn’t moved anyway. She could play, she could listen, she wanted to play, she wanted to listen. That was how he found her. Slumped, legs spread, lazily rubbing, drooling. When he turned the fan off she whined.

The sudden silence was a void. None of her thoughts rushed in to fill it, because they’d all gone quiet and disappeared. She didn’t know what to do, what to think. She felt scared.

Then she heard him. His voice. His voice filled the void, swallowed the silence, made her safe. His voice was her thoughts and there wasn’t anything to worry about. He said to keep playing, and so she did. He said she was his now, and so she was. He said she wanted to suck his cock, and so when she felt the head of it pass between her lips she groaned and did just that. 

He was so nice. He looked after her. He kept her safe. He owned her.

Eyes glazed, staring at nothing. Dumb smile on her face, streak of drool running down her chin. Panting, shallow breaths. Little wet spot between her spread legs, thighs glistening. A giggle every so often. She was gone.

For fun, he reached across and mimed plucking something from her head. She didn’t immediately notice, but after a delay of a second or so there came another giggle. Silly owner.

“I took all your brains,” he said, holding up his fingers pinched together, as though he was dangling something. He wasn’t, obviously, but she still struggled to bring her eyes to focus on it anyway, woozy, confused. She stared intently at the nothing a moment and then giggled yet again, blinking slowly.

“‘Don ‘wan brainsss….” she slurred, the closest she’d managed to actually speaking in a long while now. He considered this, nodding to himself.

“Alright. So I should just throw these away?” He asked, motioning to do that. She’d started groping her tits again, eyes fluttering shut, and if it hadn’t been him speaking she probably wouldn’t have listened at all.

“Brainss bad… no brains…” she mumbled, head lolling.

She was so gone.

“Alright,” he said again, getting an idea. “Maybe best to keep them for now, case I need them. Maybe your friends start asking questions again or something, you know? But where to keep them, hmm…”

With her eyes closed she didn’t notice him getting closer.

“Somewhere safe, somewhere we probably won’t lose them… ah, I know…”

She gasped as his fingers slid into her, so, so easily. Her whole body juddered, head falling forward, eyes still closed. She was so gone.

“This seems like a good place, hmm? Nice and safe here. I think your brains fit much better here than they ever did in your head. Isn’t that right?”

The sound his fingers made between her legs were obscene.

“Nnnhhhh ah riiggghttt…”

“So I think your brains can just stay tucked away here, nice and safe in your cunt. You do most of your thinking down here anyway, when I’m not telling you what you should be thinking, so this is for the best. Yes?”

“Besssst yesss…”

“My little dummy just thinks with her cunt. Can you say that for me?”

“N’little dummy s’thinks cuntss…” she slurred. He smiled, pulling his fingers out and not even waiting until she’d finished halfway-mumbling the words before feeding them, slick, into her mouth. She sucked automatically, moaning like how she’d been trained to, and how she thought she always had.

You could just be walking down the street and a man tells you to show him your tits. You can be a good girl and expose yourself to everyone in public... or he will reveal them by force. Either way, you're still getting stared at - though if you annoy him enough, he may need to teach you your place by stuffing your pussy right there in the street and showing everyone how your tits flop around as he fucks you. You'd better learn to be obedient if you want to get to work any time soon. Or at the very least, how to stop your sloppy cunt from cumming uncontrollably around every cock that enters it... I mean, you can't blame everyone for stopping and staring when you look so pathetic speared by a man.

Or on the train, a man could decide he wants to fuck you there, rubbing his cock under your skirt before pulling your panties aside and filling you up. Everyone on the train would immediately notice, but no one would do anything to stop it. In fact, most of the men on the train would cheer, or pull out a camera to film your erotic slutty face as you get raped. Maybe one of them would order you to moan loudly and tell everyone how good it feels, else he'll rape you next. The assault won't ever end until you give into their demands and humiliate yourself. Oh, and your stop? Well, you missed that long ago.

And what about services? While men can easily shop with just money, women aren't allowed to buy anything without offering their body, of course. Maybe the local shop requires every woman to pull down her panties and spread her pussy for the cashier to see whilst moaning a specific phrase, like "my greedy cunt gets so wet when you look at it, sir". Or maybe a gym requires all women to be sufficiently edged to enter, meaning a man will finger her cunt to check she's wet enough. After all, horny brain-dead girls make the best eye candy for men. And if she's not... Well, the next few hours will be spent fixing that, won't they?

Oh, and you'd better hope you don't look too enticing. Once you get caught in a public gangrape, the rest of your day is essentially gone, along with the last of your dignity. Not to mention the photos and videos soon to be all over the internet <3

Keep touching, keep liking, keep reposting, keep DM’ing creators, keep submitting to spirals on tumblr

Flash warning: fast video, you might have to watch it 4-5 times in order to read everything properly.

No matter how long its been, i will always find my way back here and ready to obey 😵‍💫

I WAS BORN TO BE P0RN AND HOLES 4 MEN 💗💗🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 I’m sorry what’s a limit? Oh yea didn’t exist

Your head is just a toy for me to jerk off with.

Hands behind your back, throat full of daddy’s meat and your brain is completely off.