u/justthrowawaygirl

I don’t even recognize myself anymore. Blitzed out of my mind, drugs I can’t even pronounce flowing through my system, some guy railing me from behind, no condom in sight. How had it gone so wrong?

Streaming had been innocent enough. I’d started out just streaming myself playing Minecraft, and had worked my way into a decent following. After high school, without any desire to go to college or get a ‘real job,’ and being forced out of my home by my loving parents, I needed something more. Bills piled up, no landlord in their right mind would rent to me, until I realized I could use my… other assets.

Free rent in exchange for a blowjob every week solved one problem. The rest of my expenses needed another answer. So, obviously, I began streaming other things. I went from mostly clothed thirst traps to teasing my subscribers while wearing barely anything, but they always demanded more. Even the landlord got bored of my mouth, and I didn’t know well enough to put up any boundaries.

The price for rent went up to daily visits. My landlord would grope whatever he pleased, use my body as he wanted, actually fuck me this time. He was considerate enough to use protection, probably more to protect his marriage than anything. I was having a harder time avoiding what my viewers wanted as well. The only clothes I’d wear in my streams, videos, and pictures barely covered anything at all, and were only kept on long enough to drive up a bit of interest.

Eventually, I was hardly bothering with clothes at all. Whether streaming, paying rent, or simply lounging around my apartment, my closet was full, body bare. The toys were getting more and more ridiculous. From a standard, smooth dildo the size of my finger at the beginning, to an alien tentacle thing larger than my forearm with hidden vibrators and tubes controlled by my viewers, I was cuming and getting creampied for all to see. But it was still… me.

Condoms, fake cum, the barrier of the screen. It all kept me safe, mostly. But, when He messaged me. That’s when it all fell apart. The money He offered was insane. Seven fucking figures, just for a weekend. It seemed too good to be true, but the transfer went through like a god damn dream. I was a millionaire, and all I had to do was spend a couple days partying with some random guy off the internet. The red flags were ignored as they waved in front of my face, alarm bells put on snooze as I flew out to meet Him. It was over before it started.

That was months ago. Probably longer, I can’t tell. Drugs and alcohol keep me completely mindless, oblivious to everything else happening to me. I’ve lost weight, put it back on, had my hair bleached and dyed so many times I can’t even remember my natural hair color. Some of His friends take me to get tattoos, some inject me with new stuff. Some make me lick powders off their junk, others spill it onto me or push it into my pussy to eat it out of me.

My mind is mush, only affording brief, fleeting moments of lucidity. Usually just long enough for me to cry myself to sleep, which is a luxury at this point. He’ll come in and fuck me any time of the day or night, whenever the urge strikes. There’s no consent needed, I’m the toy he bought from the internet. The small town hottie who fell in way over her head, addicted to more than she knows, who only knows how to take all He can give. How much longer… what if He gets bored…

“I don’t belong here!”

“There’s been a mistake!”

“You can’t do this!”

My pleas used to echo through the halls of this prison, but I now know they’re pointless. From start to finish - the arrest, initial ‘investigation,’ faux trial, and then the paperwork for my transfer… it was all a sham. Just a way to get me exactly. right. here.

Arrested for speeding, though I was hardly going three miles per hour over the limit. Tried for… I still don’t know what. The prosecution used evidence I had no defense for, my attorney didn’t seem particularly interested in helping, and the judge… Christ, the judge…

They all visit me from time to time. In this prison, which is most definitely -not- a women’s prison. My protests and pleading continued, off and on for the most part as the other prisoners used me. Then the guards, I was still begging. Screaming that they might see reason, as if any of this was in any way ‘normal.’ As if I hadn’t been put here just to be raped over and over.

Then, the familiar faces showed up. The prosecutors came, having the guards hold me down as they took turns. Fucking and recording me, groping me as they pleased, flooding me with their filthy sperm. The judge showed up a few days later, but my own attorney - the man who put such little effort into my defense… that shut me up in a hurry.

The whole system, every aspect, every facet, all set against me. For what? Just so these ‘powerful’ men can fuck me? Isn’t there an easier way? Isn’t there a way they could just fuck me without ruining my life? Instead of screaming for reason, these are now the thoughts that bounce through my head. I don’t even realize how tamed and broken they’ve made me, but I have noticed that I’m well over three months late.

‘The mightiest of the Sailors,’ but still prone to getting stuck in messy situations. No matter, this sigil won't hold me for long. I just have to find-

I don't even finish the thought before tentacles swarm all around me. My arms and legs are restrained in a flash, leaving no time to react. I try to kick, but the tendrils hold with little trouble as I squirm, more tentacles rising from the glowing design on the floor.

Hellish wind gusts upward, scorching me and burning some of my uniform away. The tentacles take advantage, constricting around my waist to hold me steady as others prod at me. One twists against my exposed nipple, making the sensitive bud stiffen as another~

“Nuhghh- no!” I cry, trying to flail my way out of this mess.

It's no use. The thick appendage shoves itself into me, plunging deeper than any boy or toy I've played with before. In one thrust, it's nearly at my womb. The thing pulls back out, twisting, stirring my insides, making my eyes roll as I choke the moan down.

No matter how I struggle, their grip only tightens. The tentacle surges into my pussy over and over as more join in. Soon, I'll be completely overwhelmed. My unwanted pleasure already drips onto the glowing sigil below, inviting more tentacles to my rape. They trace their way up my bound legs, one already teasing my virgin back door while others explore my belly and tits. How long can I endure…

I worked my ass off to get here. Well, not -here- here, this was obviously a mistake. One wrong turn, one door I shouldn't have stepped through, and BAM, I'm the test subject. What they're testing here, I'll never know.

All I know is… well… I know… fuck, what do I know? My mind races and freezes all at the same time. I… my name- it's… if I focus hard enough…

“mnhhh~”

Someone moans as I try to think, derailing my attempt. The ceiling overhead jolts rhythmically, and the woman moans again. Is that me? My voice? My moans? I… I can't tell. What's-

Test subject 44: Zhu Yuan, 26, 5’2”, 125 pounds, DD Bust,

Injection Successfully Administered

Status: Complacent

Subject doesn't respond to any attempts to communicate

Subject doesn't appear capable of speech

Test: Success, more testing in progress

W- where did my pants go? And… and panties? One second, I'm looking for clues, the next… it's like there's some strange time dilation, but that- that's not possible.

Neither are the creatures surrounding me. I pull my sweater up to filter the air, which is suddenly so very heavy. Musky. Why am I~ j~jinkies… my pussy is positively throbbing.

For years we've been unmasking old, rich people scaring others away. Now, it seems like we've met some real monsters. I just hope the rest of my gang is on the way to help, but… I think I hear Daphne screaming. No, not screaming~

“Jinkies~” I mutter, shivering despite the warm night.

My nipples are unbearably stiff, both screaming for attention. Arousal drools down my quivering thighs, and I don't even flinch away as a clawed hand roughly grabs me. The pointed claws bite into my heavy breast, drawing a moan out of me, much to my dismay. To my horror, very much of its own accord, my body staggers into the groping creature as my sweater is pulled away.

It's a small mercy that my glasses went with it. I can't see without them, so I won't be able to really see how many surround me. Daphne howls somewhere off to my right as another big hand grabs my ass, kneading my left cheek as the monster in front of me squeezes my right breast. A long tongue licks my vacant tit, twirling around my nipple as thick fingers find my ravenous pussy.

The long night is just beginning. Something tells me I'll be filled with clues over and over before it's done. Worst of all, I hope it never ends…

Glaring, the only weapon I have left. No sword, no dagger. Hells, not even my voice. All I can do is glare, my sea blue eyes stabbing deep into my aggressors telling them what my bound and gagged mouth cannot. 'You won't break me.’

It's bullshit, of course. There's only so much anyone can take, even a formidable knight. Now, ten men in, easily a dozen more waiting their turn, I knew it was just a matter of time. The resolve would leave my eyes eventually, all I could do was pretend.

Every time one finishes, another steps up to take his place. They cum in me, write on me, beat me, and keep me from getting any rest whatsoever. Two more enter the room for every one that leaves, and the dozen waiting quickly turns to a daunting crowd.

Cheers accompany the grunts as I'm flooded again and again, and I can feel myself starting to crumble. Still, I shake the abuse and glare, biting into the beam in my mouth as they use me. How many hours? Has it been days? I don't imagine anyone is coming to save me, my whole battalion was either wiped out or captured. All I have is my pride, and all I can do is feel it crumble with every dirty load pumped into my tenderized cunt.

There had been threats made against my father, my royal family, and of course, me. My father, in his infinite wisdom, hired the best mercenaries to beef up my personal guard. Anywhere I went, I had a muscular entourage to ensure my safety. Anyone meaning any harm would have to think long and hard, most of them remaining in the shadows. Until…

Those damn magic users. He didn't even have to cast much of a spell, just one that enhanced what was already there. Each of the mercenaries had wanted to sample the ‘innocent’ princess, and that simple spell made their desires impossible to ignore. To make matters worse, the magic burned through me as well.

I… wasn't attracted to the orcs, I swear. That didn't matter when my ears shifted, a bit of fur growing where hair hadn't been before, and these horns…

Animalistic desires cloud my judgement now, and I love the way my handlers use me. Gripping my horns to pull my mouth from cock to cock, making lewd sounds as they all take turns with me. Actually hearing myself beg these dominant men to cum in me, hoping that their strength may take root in my belly.

My purity is no more, the value I once possessed to my family just as shattered as my former innocence. I'll be an outcast, so there's no point in returning. These mercenaries will keep me safe as they breed me again and again, and… to be honest… this new life is so liberating. I only wish I might have stumbled across the ‘wrong’ summoner sooner.

It couldn't have been this easy. My lifelong friend and I, the ‘dynamic duo,’ scourge of all those who prey on the weak and helpless. Brought down with a simple spell? Or, was it two?

The sorcerer flicked his wrists, making my crimson friend buckle over. Another flick, and my eyes crossed as a sudden, demanding throb kicked me between the legs. It was painful how aroused I was all of a sudden, and I couldn’t catch my breath. The air was suddenly heavy all around me, a smell…

My legs were so weak, I don't know how I managed to stay upright. I took another step forward, suffering another agonized throb between my legs as my arousal began to lick down my inner thighs. A gasp, then a moan pulled my attention back behind me, my eyes going wide when I saw it.

She'd always been horny. A little joke I'd tease her with about the horns sprouting from her obsidian hair. Even while I held them in both hands, keeping her face buried between my thighs as she made them shake. That magic tongue of hers was often distracting, but not anywhere near the distraction now standing deliciously hard on her pelvis. The fattest, veiniest cock I've ever seen…

The cock now buried inside me. We've shared far too many orgasms now, her endlessly filled balls pumping into me again and again, my ravenous cunt gushing and convulsing as she makes me cum over and over. Cognitive thought is in short supply for either of us, the sorcerer we were tasked with now long gone. All that matters is the next hit of dopamine, another orgasm, her cock pistoning and pulsing as deep as it'll go. We're no threat to anyone anymore, perfectly content to just fuck until we both simply drop from exhaustion.

I used to fight. Used to stand up for what was right, against what was wrong. There wasn't a hint of complacency in my soul, my heart always beat for justice, and my body... gods, my body...

Instead of roars of defiance, now I just moan. Grunts escape my lungs as my master stuffs me more full than I even knew possible. Incoherent sounds of pleasure, maybe words, I don't know anymore. I don't care.

That's the worst of it. Or, maybe the best? I don't care. Juices spill down my legs almost all hours of the day or night, my body caked in fluids I don't even remember the source of. Every hole gets filled, either one at a time, two... all three. Hard to say how often, I don't even care.

My mind is sluggish. It used to be sharp, I used to be witty, I think. No, I don't do that anymore. The burden of thought, all those ideas leading to conflict, they've been removed. I don't care, they've been replaced with pleasure. So much pleasure, that I don't even care if my body is being used to incubate the next generation of... masters~

Months of pleading and begging had finally paid off. The greatest wizard in the district had agreed to take me under his wing, teach and train me as his apprentice! Finally! All I had to do was prove myself.

"One simple test," he'd said.

I... don't really remember what happened after that. His wand... it touched... fuck, I was so horny. Hopefully he didn't notice the vacant look in my eyes, or the desperation in my face. My panties were utterly drenched, but I don't think he noticed.

It's been a few hours... or, maybe days? So many helpful people at the local tavern. They all take turns, some helping me as a group. Trying to help, at least. Cocks, fingers, tongues, toys, other instruments, even a few pussies rubbing against mine, none of it can satisfy me. Not the way I need.

Hopefully the wizard will be patient with me. He's been here helping as well. I've taken several warm loads from him since the test began, but I'm still not sure what we're testing? Hard to think, all I can even try to concentrate on is the next cock, the juicy cunt on my tongue, and whatever it is the last guy pushed into my ass. So... so good, but... more~

It should have been a simple quest. A walk in the park. Beneath my talents. This sluggish, oversized monster living in a small cave, preying on local women and terrorizing the village was sure to be nothing more than an inconvenience.

I wasn't prepared for the toxins in the air, or the way they'd make me feel. Despite my sharp blade and sharper wit, the heavy air slowed my reflexes. Suddenly, this hulking beast seemed to be everywhere and nowhere, taking swipes at me that chipped away at my armor. Worst of all, my legs were uncharacteristically weak as a telling wetness drooled down my thighs.

The other women have been located, but I'm in no condition to save any of them. Their bellies are in varying stages of gestation, each with vacant stares in their faces. My own cognizance gets quieter, that spark that makes me formidable dims. I can feel it, but can't seem to care as pleasure overwhelms me. This can't be the end...