silly angel

once the your cunt's new owner dumps their load inside you, you wobble over to the desk, searching the site in vain for a way to cancel whatever forms you signed, to get yourself out of this, but there's nothing. you're stuck.

it only takes a few days for you to resign yourself to your new role. all you can do is hope your owner gets bored with you after a while. you spend hours at a time unable to stand as they ram their cock into your cervix, leaving you sprawled over your bed, desperately humping a pillow for some relief, though you can't feel it between your legs.

when they do get bored with you, it's not what you'd hoped for. one day after fucking you, you feel them pull out, and think you've won a moment of respite, before you feel something cold and thick being shoved unceremoniously into your hole, the light pat against your gaping lips before they draw away feeling almost condescending, like they want you to know they're doing this intentionally to degrade you.

it continues this way for some time, rounds of being used for their pleasure before being stuffed with whatever objects they seem to have on hand, for their apparent amusement.

all things come to an end, however. you're so familiar with the feel of their cock that you know instantly when something changes. someone else fucking into you, a little thicker, their pace different.

at first you think it might just be a friend, but when they're done, another follows, and another, and in your rare, brief moments of human thought you piece together what has happened, as your stomach slowly bulges with the loads of countless strangers.

you've been discarded. turned into a public cumdump in the back of some dingy club or alleyway, just a braindead cunt for strangers to pump full of their cum. whatever hope you had from escape is long since vanished. this is all you are now. all you were ever meant to be.