[M4F] Mindbreak and CNC in a free use society
This is a prompt that involves CNC, mind-break, free-use, and some pretty extreme themes. I’m looking for someone who likes to write long, in depth replies, and is interested in writing about the inner struggle of a slut deeply in denial about her submissive instincts.
You live in a society in which sex slaves are surprisingly common. They are expensive, completely submissive, and trained to absolute perfection in different specialties (maid slave, anal slave, fuckpet, pain slut etc). You and many other women always found the custom disgusting and misogynistic, but the slave companies always claim that the women sell themselves willingly into slavery, choosing a life of complete submission rather that deal with the stress and strain of modern life. Unfortunately, you know this can be true. You were shocked three years ago when one of your best friends had willingly sold herself into slavery, seemingly out of nowhere. The last time you saw her was a year ago, she was getting gangbanged at a college party by some jock assholes who had chipped in together to buy a slave for their stupid frat house. At the time she had a huge cock up her ass, wearing only a collar and leash, and two other frat bros were literally making a competition out of who could throatfuck her the hardest. You’re not sure she even noticed you, eyes rolling, choking and drooling on those fat cocks, pretty face glistening in spit and cum. But the worst part is, every time one of those assholes pulled their spit-soaked cocks out of her gasping throat she looked so… so happy. You still can’t get the image out of your head, and on a few occasions, you have shamefully touched yourself in bed while thinking about it.
Then one day you go to a party at the same frat house and some misogynistic douchebag is trying to chat you up while you have a cocktail. He talks about their stupid football team, his new car, and about how proud they are that they managed to make enough money to buy a frat slave, even though their frat is one of the poorer ones. You’re only half listening, one of the richer boys had his father buy him a slave for his birthday, and he’s demonstrating to the other boys how she can cum just from having her tits slapped. The poor girl is completely restrained, her huge pale tits covered in pink welts, a small puddle of cunt juice beneath her. You feel faint headed just watching the abuse. But some part of what this idiot is saying breaks through to you. How did they afford a slave? Each one costs $100,000 minimum. You turn to the grinning douchebag.
“Yeah, that’s a lot of money. Let me guess, you asked your rich daddies to help you out?”
He grins and leans in: “Not exactly. Can you keep a secret?”
“Sure” you say, rolling your eyes, feeling a little shaky. Maybe too many cocktails. Or too many douchebags.
“We sold bitches to the training camps. Like 10 of them.” His eyes glitter sadistically. What he’s saying doesn’t make sense. They can’t just … sell women into slavery. It doesn’t work like that. You’re glad you’re sitting down, because suddenly you feel dizzy.
“What the fuck are you saying?” you snap, finally losing your patience with this creep “like you convinced them to volunteer?” Your head feels light, and the lights seem weirdly bright.
“Not exactly” he sneers, leaning so close you can smell his shitty cologne “we drugged them, then just sold them off to the nearest camp.”
There is a moment of silence, and then realization hits you like a bomb as you look down at the cocktail you’ve been drinking. Your hand goes slack and you drop the drink, glass shattering on the ground. “You… you sonovabitch” you slur as your vision goes dark. The last thing you hear is the frat bro loudly and theatrically proclaiming “Ooops, looks like someone’s had too much to drink.” He moves in to catch your body as you sag out of your stool.
Your time in the training camp comes in 3 phases:
Phase 1: CNC, anal, humiliation, throat training. You awake in a room which contains only a clock, sex toys, and hardcore porn playing 24/7. Every 3 hours me and one other trainer come in and brutally rape you, pinning you down while you sob and struggle. Every three hours on the dot, so it becomes a psychological torture, looking at the clock counting the minutes until you get raped senseless again. Every night at 8pm, five or more trainers come in and gangrape you senseless. At first, you dread every single minute that brings you closer to being raped again, but slowly a small part of you forms that... looks forward to it. Before you know it, you are shamefully using the sex toys on yourself in between rapes.
Phase 2: Anal, ass to mouth, watersports, creampies and humiliation. Finally, when you have begun to show signs of obedience, you are moved into a bigger room where multiple sluts sleep. Many of them are at different stages, some will still cry when they are raped, others quietly whisper to each other that getting throatfucked isn't so bad, and talk about which trainer is their favourite. At this stage it is becoming clear that different sluts are being trained for different purposes. One is being trained as a domesticated slave, given cooking and cleaning courses on top of her daily rapes. One is being trained as a piss slut, and is used as a urinal by the trainers constantly. Another is being trained specifically as an anal slut, and wears a chastity belt so she can't even touch her dripping cunt. She recently learned to have anal orgasms, and has been rewarded by having her daily spanks reduced by 20.
Phase 3: Domestic servitude: Outfits, rules and training, being abused by other slaves, pet play. Finally, you are at the stage where you will eagerly beg for cock in any one of your holes. If a drop of cum spills from another slut being used, you will dart forward and lick it up. You still have a lot to learn, but you have fully accepted your place, and your truest goal is to be the best slave you can be. You are now moved up into the main facility. This entire time, although you did not realize it, you were living in an enormous basement under a mansion. The mansion proper is where the trainers and the advanced sluts live. You still sleep in a room with other sluts, but the beds are more comfortable, and there are windows and a nice pool. You are grateful for every bit of it, and I reassure you that you have earned these basic amenities through servitude. The food is better too, and most meals are served with a fresh helping of hot cum. Quite often I will feed you a meal absolutely soaked in cum, and fuck you senseless while you slurp it down. It’s to the point where if you are given a meal not drenched in cum, you are always mildly disappointed. Every slut gets 100 slaps or spanks a day, but this can be reduced by good behavior, but also by abusing other sluts for the trainer’s amusement. This has created a kind of pecking order where newer sluts are often used and abused by the more senior ones, spitting on them, making them lick fresh cum out of their cunts or asses. If I or another trainer sees this, we take a few spanks off.
So that’s my prompt. There is a lot of room for creativity inside this, and I’m happy to take it in different directions. If some of these things are limits for you, that’s fine, but obviously I’m looking for a more extreme rp. Also once again, I'm looking for someone who likes to write.