Thinking about telling daddy I wanna try bondage somewhere public... always dreamed about being helpless, exposed, strangers staring and no one helping... till one day during a little date at a bar daddy whispers in my ear he has a surprise for me. He pulls me off the bar stool, into the men's room - im nervous, excited already. He pushes me into one of the stalls, telling me hes gonna make my dreams come true, be a good girl now. He kisses me hard once the door is shut behind us, before spinning me around. He puts me on my knees on the toilet seat, placing my hands on the handicap bar that runs behind it, my ass arched up for him. I ask him, daddy what, but he shushes me, slapping my ass and making me squeak as he duct tapes my hands to the bar. I whimper as he flips my skirt up, tearing my panties apart and shoving them in my mouth. I moan desperately and his breath is speeding up, I cant catch his eye as he yanks my shirt up over my head - im blind now, bound and gagged. My tits heave as I gasp, and he roughly pulls them out of my bra, my nipples pebbling as he roughly gropes them. I hear his belt clink and suddenly hes in me, ruthlessly stretching my cunt as I shriek into my panties. Take it cunt, he grunts, railing me fast and hard - too fast, it hurts, hes never been this rough, but I've been wet since he bound me here. It doesn't take long for him to thrust all the way in me, biting my shoulder as he breeds my sore cunnie. There's a pause as he catches his breath, and I expect him to untie me now, but then... he doesn't. I try to speak as he tucks himself away, and I hear something click next to me, before I feel something soft draw a line next to my cunt. Ive set up a camera, little girl, daddy says, and started a tally of how many loads youve taken. I made a deal with the bartender tonight - I get a free drink for every man he sends in here to use you. As he says this, I shake my head no, trying to whimper out pleas, as he cuts my bra off, my skirt. I can't see, can't move - i know i won't be able to do anything about the many strange men who will come to stretch my holes. He strokes my hair one last time, kissing my head as he slaps my ass - be a good little cocksleeve, he says, I know how much youve wanted this, before leaving me to my fate

I want desperately to be fucked and recorded against my will. Either because I'm too high to stop it or he's just so much stronger than me, I want there to be video proof that I got my cunt violated. I want to be unwilling porn for whoever he decides to send the video to, I want everyone to know that I'm just a cocksleeve to be used to get off with.

The thought of someone grabbing my face, forcing me to open my mouth and then filling alcohol into my mouth or even better spitting shots into my mouth to get me drunk to take advantage of me is so hot.

Get the whore drunk and then rape the fucking fleshlight in the ally

whenever I’m on the bus I always fantasise of a man or a few using and raping me in public for their pleasure..

Getting lost somewhere and asking a group of guys for help just for them to lead me somewhere secluded to use me!

Getting gangraped at a house party in some stranger’s bed. Lying on your back in missionary with your arms duct taped above your head as a group of men you’ve never met before take turns on your holes, while one of them forces you to take vodka shots straight from the bottle. Feeling the pain dissolve into pure pleasure, getting dizzier with every sip, all of their dirty talk slurring together as you slip into a braindead state of bliss. Having load after load emptied into your cunt, inside your ass, onto your tits as they walk out of the room one by one, until you’re left filled up, coated in cum and all alone, ready to pass out without a care in the world.