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You should be used by tgirls.

Tgirls need good toys to play with and that could be you ❤️

It would bring so much joy and purpose to your life~

i need to be spat on. slapped, hit, until i’m tearing up and sniffling, then covered in your spit. make me look worse. denigrate me until im crying in shame and humiliation from how you treat me. then let me crawl back and beg for more, tongue out, saying please won’t you please spit in my mouth. it tastes good. a mutt like me wants it. i need it.

oh, well aren’t you just the cutest thing? i tried to crawl away, but it pinned me down, backlit by light like a halo. have you ever played front hand backhand?

“no, I—“

it slapped me. open-palm against one cheek, backhand against the other. what’s your favorite?

“i don’t—-“

oh, no favorite? I can help!

more strikes, each one harder than the last. nobody was coming to help. they were all watching me, skirt flipped up in the struggle, top riding up. tears spilled from my eyes, even though i was trying my hardest not to cry. i was already a crybaby, pathetic, whining as i was bullied and thrown around and tormented. i didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.

she kissed me and it felt like rape, long tongue filling my mouth, swiping over the back of my throat. she spat on my face after, as if reprimanding me for not kissing back. i tried to get up, to run, but she caught me by my shirt and threw me back down on my stomach.

a sharp kick hit my thigh. distantly, i heard the click of a knife.

Now, i was wondering… do you have a girlfriend? or a boyfriend? i was thinking you could be mine. what do you think?

“I’m not…I don’t…” The tip of the knife scraped my underwear, digging in. I found my courage. “I’m not gonna date someone who hurts me!”

It laughed. The knife slipped into the waistband, and with a brutal upwards sawing motion, she cut my underwear off me. Calloused fingers, spreading my pussy lips open. I wanted to die of humiliation. Oh really? You seem to be enjoying this.

It flipped me over, tossed the knife aside, and wrapped its hands around my neck. Dark eyes, filled with glee, swallowed me up. I could drown in those eyes, lost in the shark-like blankness. I couldn’t breathe. The world swam. My top was cut off. When did it cut my top off? I wanted it to stop. I didn’t want it to let go.

If you want me to let go, you better kiss me like you love me this time, okay? Make me believe it.

“Ow,” I said, indignant. Not because it hurt—the cane and the paddle and the fist inside me earlier all hurt—but because it was rude. Because I didn’t deserve to be treated that way. Only I did, because it was happening and I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop its boot from grinding my jaw into the rock, gritty mud left on my cheek. I clawed at her calf, but she didn’t let up. Instead, it pushed more weight onto my head and spat on my face.

It would be so easy to snuff you out right here. It looked to the butch next to it, and the two of them shared a smile and a nod. See? Now that we’re done raping you, and you’ve seen our faces, what else are you good for?

I finally clawed the boot off my jaw, only for it to stomp down on my chest. I tried to lick it, tried to show I could be good, could be good for something after my holes were stretched beyond recognition and my body was covered in deep bruises. My tongue just ended up sticking far enough out that it spat in my mouth.

“Ahhh….” I begged for more. I needed it. Needed more. I loved feeling disgusting. I deserved it. I needed her spit in me like I needed her in me.

It teased me, the saliva building up on its tongue, taking a small eternity to drip into my waiting mouth. It tasted sweet and bitter and like pure ambrosia. My sore cunt throbbed, and I almost came just from my slick thighs rubbing together when the boots kicked my side.

And it's definitely more than you've been able to take before!

You try and beg them to take it slow, say how much it is, your pussy isn't used to anything that big! And your clit is hammering in time with your heartbeat and you're shaking when they start rubbing it super fast while they keep fucking you...

Then, before you've even gotten used to the current size, they squeeze the pump again and you whine, oh fuckkkk that's WAY too much! You're starting to sob, overstimulated from the stretch and the attention on your clit, and your partner shushes you, tells you it's okay! And then they take the hand on your clit and use it to push your own teat into your mouth, holding it there so your're forced to suck on it.

All the while, they're still fucking you, and you can't do anything about it, and your brain finally starts to shut off when the pump squeaks again, and all you can do is take it...

Hours later, your partner undoes the release on the strap and steps back, leaving the toy still lodged in you, and then you're dazzled, blinking in even the dim bedroom light. Your partner is behind you, one hand on your tit, groping, and the other circling around the end of the toy inside you. You're held up by their shoulder and your wrists and ankles are still bound, so you're forced to watch in the mirror beyond the foot of the bed as the toy is finally pulled out of you... You cum hard, and the evidence of all the other orgasms forced upon you joins it, flooding the bed further as your hole flutters vainly, the muscles exhausted and stuck where they've been forced for the past few hours.

You're so open, and you finally look properly at the toy, still inflated at the size it was removed from you...

How THAT managed to fit inside you, you have no idea. It makes you feel light-headed just looking at it.