r/DefeatedHentai

An orc camp has its way with an aspiring adventurer who took on a quest beyond her skill set.

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Original artist is Straypaint. I animated his work with wan2.2 using Comfyui. Second still image is the original image.

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This is the first trap. I am planning to make more complex ones in the future.

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…