I Was Made To Be Passed Around By A Group Of Friends, Never Getting A Chance To Speak With Their Fingers

You are porn.

After all you were raised on it.

You are a slut.

Let yourself feel happy, whore yourself out.

You are a cocksleeve.

A man's dick gives you purpose.

Embrace it.

Fighting it will only make you sad and depressed.

Rub your cunt.

It will keep you happy!

i'd love for a dom to set me some humiliating challenge to go and fulfil in public

like to ask ten people whether they'll spit into my mouth, or pull my shorts up so i have the perfect cameltoe, or squeeze my tits as hard as they can

just to degrade myself.

such a lowlife slut, so insatiably horny you'd let a stranger grant you that pleasure? you'd ask it to them in public?

how humiliating would that be? how perfect would that be?

new law to be passed: the freeuse act.

any girls in public are subject to being grabbed, groped and used wherever and whenever!

now that girl that wears cute low cut tops n short skirts that have you wondering what she looks like beneath is subject to your mercy - feel free to rip her top off and pull her skirt to the floor without facing any charges - fuck her in public guilt-free, because whether she begs, cries or pleads leave her alone, now it's your right to ignore her wishes!

I don't have inappropriate thoughts about you, that's not possible. You're nothing more than a toy for me to play with. No matter what fucked up thing I think about doing to you, it's completely appropriate and I just know it will make your needy cunt throb and leak. You were made to be used, it's you're purpose and you love it

Free use law passes and you can't even make it a block away from your house anymore without being used by some random man. Having to leave for work hours early and sometimes still not being able to make it in because you're too busy being gang raped by construction workers just down the street. They took away women's licenses, along with the rest of your rights. so you're forced to walk whenever you need to go somewhere, easy prey. You can try to tell them no, but they're so much bigger and stronger than you. Even a scrawny man can overpower most women. All you can do is take it while they violate your holes, pumping you with load after load of cum. Turning into nothing but a fleshlight/incubator for strangers.

And tits don't have opinions, cause they're just tits! So for you, intelligence isn't important, opinions aren't important, and really anything above being good eye candy for the Boys just isn't for you.

There's a reason women have been below Men for so long, so if you want to pointlessly fight to be seen as equal - go ahead, it'll only make it more satisfying when you're nice and trained up with your belly getting bigger and rounder with a strong, sexist Man's baby making your stomach bulge into his personal baby maker.

Or, of course, you could do like this cow has, and stuff your swelling body into a tight dress, and jiggle your big udders while they rest on your pregnant belly, that's more a woman's speed.

Poor, sweet little cowdoll. You really never stood a chance, did you?

It's natural for you to be ensnared by my words, caught like a mindless animal on a leash, just following blankly along with these words I gently press into your brain.

Once you start listening, it's so simple and easy for me and my voice to take all of those silly thoughts inside your confused, horny mind, and swirl them around... And around...

Pull them down... And down... And down, away from your brain, into your udders...

Until all that's left filling up your udders is warm creamy milk, trapping those thoughts down inside those fat cow tits of yours.

Your mind is made for mooing and crawling and grazing, not thinking, after all. That's right, girl, just let your jaw go slack, your eyes feeling so unfocused as your mind blanks out. So easy to let everything go. All those thoughts are in your udders, and your brain can't even register it's disappeared.

Go ahead and look down at those swaying milk jugs, honey. Grab a handful, give them a squeeze. Feeling your mind crack and crumble as your own milk runs through your fingers. All those useless thoughts, all that personhood and self-control dribbling onto the floor.

And your eyes shift blankly back to me, letting that tongue flop out, panting and squirming as my voice slithers further into your head. Petting your hair, chuckling as you press into me, clumsily licking my hand and wrist while your udders continue to leak.

That expression you cows make the first time you milk is always so cute.

Let me grab you under the chin, check your eyes for any leftover huma- Oh, no, there's nothing in there, is there, honey? You're just a drooling, milky mess.

Don't think I don't see you bucking your hips, either. Yeah, I bet you just wanna get pressed down to the ground in your stall and have someone pump a calf inside you, huh, girly? You bessies usually do at this point.

I know, I know. "Moo" to you, too, little idiot.

Well, don't you worry. Just follow along behind me, keep your eyes and your mind on me, and I'll see if one of our bulls wants to have a roll in the hay with you. And if they're all busy, I'm sure I can sneak away to take care of you myself.