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i thought they just didnt hear me when i asked them to stop the first time, i was so scared of them cumming inside me raw, but they didnt stop no matter how much i begged and eventually one of them grabbed my face and said “do you get that you’re being raped or are you too fucking stupid from the cock inside your pussy?”

i still think about them whenever i touch myself and whenever i get high i have to talk myself out of texting one of them to get fucked like that again. is it even rape if i came on their cocks? i dont know, it doesnt matter.

Something about it being a couple that raped you makes it so much better. It's one thing if it's a singular, depraved person who couldn't help themselves. But a couple? Couples talk, they communicate, and that means they've talked about raping you and agreed to do it together. For an hour or two, you got to be part of this loving couple too.

Why stop yourself from reaching out? You know you want it, let them do it to you again. Is a little pleasure really that bad? Was anyone actually hurt, or are you just scared of how much you enjoyed being the girl they wanted to breed?

I’ve been rubbing my swollen clit for hours to the most vicious, misogynistic porn I could find — girls crying and gagging while they get brutally used. My pussy is absolutely soaked, slick and puffy, leaking creamy arousal down my thighs in messy strings. Every time I press my fingers against my aching hole I can hear the wet, obscene squelching sounds echoing in my room. My nipples are hard and throbbing, my skin flushed and burning hot. I need to be bred so fucking badly I’m shaking.

I want you to throw me down, shove my face into the sheets and mount me like a bitch in heat. I want to feel your heavy cock slap against my soaked folds before you force every thick inch inside me in one brutal thrust. The stretch would burn so good — that tight, aching fullness as you split my cunt open. I’d moan like a stupid whore, voice muffled by the mattress, while your hips slam against my ass with loud, wet smacks. I want to feel your balls slapping my swollen clit with every savage stroke, your sweat dripping onto my back, your hot breath against my neck as you growl that I’m nothing but a worthless cumrag.

Choke me until my vision blurs. Slap my face, spit in my mouth, yank my hair so hard my scalp stings. Pound me deeper, harder — I want to feel your cock battering my cervix, my juices squirting messily around your shaft with every thrust. Use me until my legs are trembling and my pussy is red, swollen, and ruined.

And when you’re ready… I need to feel you throb and swell inside me. That hot, pulsing rush as you empty your heavy balls deep in my womb — thick, sticky ropes of cum flooding me, so much it forces its way out around your cock and runs down my thighs in warm, creamy rivulets. I want to stay there clenching around you, whimpering and milking every last drop like the desperate breeding slut I am.

“P-please, Daddy… it hurts so much,” I whimper, but my hips won’t stop grinding. My dripping pussy slides shamelessly against his thigh, leaving a slick, shameful trail of my arousal on his skin. The wet, obscene sound of it makes my face burn even hotter.

He pulls me tighter against his chest, his warm breath ghosting over my ear as he leans in. Then his tongue — hot, slow, and deliberate — drags across my tear-soaked cheek, tasting the salt of my surrender. A low, pleased growl rumbles in his throat, vibrating against my skin. His cock twitches hard beneath me, thick and insistent, pressing into my belly like it’s trying to claim me through fabric alone.

“Shhh, princess,” he murmurs, voice dark velvet. Two thick fingers push past my lips, sliding deep over my tongue. I gag instantly, throat convulsing wetly around him as drool spills from the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin and onto my heaving tits. The taste of his skin, the pressure at the back of my throat — it turns every broken sob into a choked, gurgling whimper.

He slaps my swollen, soaked cunt with a sharp, wet smack. The sting explodes across my sensitive folds, making my whole body jerk as fresh tears flood my eyes. Then his hand softens, fingers gliding through my dripping slit, spreading my slickness everywhere. He circles my aching clit with torturous precision, then teases my tight little holes, pressing just inside, feeling how greedily I clench around him.

“Look at you,” he coos, mocking and adoring all at once, “such a sweet girl… such a sweet, filthy little slut for Daddy.” His praise sinks into me like warm honey while his palm possessively kneads my burning, marked ass, fingers digging into the tender flesh he just punished.

I’m floating — lost in the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure. The heat of his body, the salty taste of my own tears on his tongue, the wet sounds of my gagging and dripping pussy, the sting blooming across my skin… everything melts together until all I can feel is him. My mind is hazy, soft, and empty except for one desperate truth:

Hands start lingering. Fingers sliding up my inner thigh under the blanket. Someone “accidentally” groping my ass when I get up. The comments turn openly filthy: “God your tits look fucking suckable in that top,” “Bet that tight little cunt is already dripping just from us looking at you,” “You’re not really our friend… you’re just the group’s pretty fucktoy, aren’t you?”

I’m soaked and blushing but I don’t stop them. I love it.

A couple hours later my clothes are gone and I’m completely naked, straddling one of them on the couch. He forces me down onto his thick cock in one rough motion, stretching my dripping pussy wide open. The burn is delicious. I’m cockwarming him while the movie plays, my cunt clenching and fluttering around every inch as he throbs deep inside me, right against my cervix.

Their hands are all over me. Rough fingers pinching and twisting my swollen nipples until I’m whimpering. One of them spits directly on my clit and starts rubbing it in messy circles while another wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes, cutting off my air just enough to make my head spin and my pussy gush around the cock inside me.

“Gonna breed this stupid little group slut,” the guy under me growls, bouncing me a few times so his cock slams against my womb. “Keep you plugged full of cum all night until your belly swells up.”

They pass me around like a cheap fleshlight. He lifts me off his cock with a wet pop, my pussy gaping and drooling, and they hand me to the next guy. The new cock is even thicker — it forces a broken moan out of me as he yanks me down and fills me in one brutal thrust. While I’m impaled, another grabs my jaw, forces my mouth open, and spits on my tongue before shoving two fingers down my throat.

I’m a drooling, choking, whimpering mess. Every time they pass me, my cunt is wetter, sloppier, leaking their precum and my own juices down my thighs and all over the couch. They choke me while I ride them, slap my tits red, spit on my face and rub it in like lotion. One of them growls right in my ear, “This is what you were made for — just a set of warm holes for your friends to breed and use.”

They take turns cockwarming me for long stretches, just keeping their cocks buried deep while they laugh and watch the movie, occasionally lifting me up and slamming me back down when they want to hear me cry out. My pussy is swollen and puffy from the constant use, constantly leaking. Every time one of them gets close they pin me down and pump me full of thick cum, telling me they’re knocking me up, that I’m going to leave here dripping and bred like the pathetic shared cumdump I am.

By the end of the night I’m their official little group pet — collared, covered in spit and cum, holes sore and leaking, happily crawling between them whenever they snap their fingers.

Using my mouth as his personal fleshlight while he makes morning coffee. The bitter scent of fresh grounds fills the air as he fucks my throat slow and deep, my nose pressed against his pelvis, drool spilling down my chin while I gag wetly around him, eyes watering.

Being pulled into his lap mid-emails like a needy pet, my dripping cunt sinking down onto his throbbing cock. He bounces me lazily, using my tight hole to stroke himself while he types, one hand occasionally tugging my hair or slapping my ass like I’m nothing but his warm, wet toy.

Under the lunch table, his fingers pumping into my sloppy pussy, curling hard against that spot that makes my thighs tremble uncontrollably. I stare desperately at my untouched plate, biting my lip raw, trying not to moan while my juices coat his hand and drip down my legs.

Bent over the kitchen counter before dinner, wrists pinned behind my back, cheek pressed against the cold marble as he rails me hard. The wet slap of skin on skin echoes, my tits squished against the edge, legs shaking while he uses me like a convenient little fuckpet.

Folded up on the couch during a movie, his thick cock pounding deep, stretching me open with every rough thrust. My whimpers and gasps are swallowed by the film, pussy clenching greedily around him as I leak all over his lap.

Suddenly grabbed by the ankles in the hallway, legs wrenched wide apart as he slams into my dripping cunt without a word. Just a free use pet — pinned, spread, and fucked stupid because he felt like it, my voice breaking into pathetic moans.

At night, exhausted and sore, he still fucks me slow and deep in bed. My body is so pliant and used, every inch of me sensitive and sloppy, yet my pussy still flutters and squeezes around him like an eager little pet desperate to please.

I thought I was free.

He’d turned his back, let his guard down for just a split second. The door was unlocked and I took my chance. I didn’t stop to think, I just ran. Out the door and into the forest, weaving in between trees, going deeper into the woods surrounding his cabin. He would expect me to run towards the main road, get help along the highway. So I went the opposite way. I thought I had outsmarted him.

I was wrong.

The moment I let my guard down, stopping along a small creek to take a break, he was there.