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Red Room

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It’s hard, but finally you open your eyes. A rush of panic crashes like a wave. Where are you? You don’t know this place, that much is for sure.

It’s hard, but finally you open your eyes. A rush of panic crashes like a wave. Where are you? You don’t know this place, that much is for sure. The red lighting makes everything hard to distinguish. You feel sluggish.

You try to move, and cold metal bindings bite into your wrists and ankles. Breathe. Breathe. Push the fear down. Assess the situation.

First fact: You can’t remember how you got here. It’s… painful to try. A party? Maybe?

Second fact: You are naked, legs spread. The freezing panic grows stronger. Your pulse quickens. You feel totally exposed. Vulnerable. Stay calm. Stay calm. Look around. You can figure this out.

A machine. A tube going into your arm. A red liquid. No doors. Screens. So many screens…

Then, the noise. The room comes alive with a mechanical whine, and you feel as if you’re in the belly of some terrible beast, about to be devoured…

You feel it going into you, sliding effortlessly. Are you… wet? Surely that’s impossible. You squirm and suddenly you notice the red liquid going down the tube, heading like a snake towards you. Inside you.

Screens turn on at once. Women. Women masturbating. Women on their knees, performing fellatio…

Your arousal bubbles suddenly. No. No. No. This is not you. You don-t like seeing these… images. It’s just the red liquid, and the machine penetrating you with metronomical precision. Unstoppable. Without mercy or remorse. Just in and out and in and out… Like the sluts on screen, getting pounded…

You thought “sluts”

Did you? Why did you think that? They’re… not… that. YOU are not that. They look so… happy. And so… hot.

Hot? They’re not pieces of meat. But they do look… fit.

You could stand to spend some more time in the gym.

Sure, you don’t have a body like that, but… You look down. Were your ti- breasts that large before? You’re not sure. Everything is a bit hazy. It’s hard to think. Hard to think. And the sluts, they are talking. Maybe. Hard to be sure.

“Fuck me with that big cock. I live to please and worship men”

Fuck, that’s ho- NO. It’s not. It’s appalling, sexist trash. And yet…

And yet your cunt hungers.

It’s not true. Your… vagina is…well, it does feel good, but… it’s just the drugs. The drugs and the big juicy toy using your stupid slutty pussy like the toy you… NO. Those aren’t your thoughts.

Aren’t they? It does feel good… and the cunts look so happy, with their empty heads and mouths full of cum…

STOP IT: You are NOT like them. You are NOTHING like them. You should… you should… get out before… fffffuck. Something hits your big, dumb bimbo tits. Drool. You’re drooling.

Look at you. And you think you’re better than them? You’re like an animal. Who the fuck are you to judge those happy, slutty, bubbly whores?

THIS IS NOT YOU. THIS IS NOT YOU. THIS IS NOT…

But it should be. Could be. So much easier to give in…

New slut on the screen. She looks familiar. She’s wearing the cutest, kinkiest schoolgirl uniform. God, she looks so dumb. So needy… Hard to focus. She’s…

Come on. you know it. Say it.

The “teacher” on screen drops his pants, revealing a tempting, already hard cock. You are thrusting with the machine, now, and you don’t care. This is cheap porn, but… fuck it. You’re not going to escape here, so you might as well enjoy it. Like the slut on screen is… But she’s…

Good. Getting there. Say it. It’s the truth.

You. It’s you. Fuck. It has always been you. Is it? Fitter than you remember. Bustier. Dumber. Sluttier. A more perfect you. The orgasm is building, now.

What have you forgotten? How many cocks have you tasted? How much has your whore ass been used by Men? How many scenes have you filmed already? It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. The world boils down to your cunt, and the slut on screen, and the drool and the moaning… God, you love this. You love it. you love it. You’re going to cum looking at your own raped mind. And it feels. So. Good. Building up… any second now…

It’s hard, but finally you open your eyes. A rush of panic crashes like a wave. Where are you? You don’t know this place, that much is for sure. The red lighting makes everything hard to distinguish. You feel sluggish…

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  • Reply Psiberzerker ID:1fr6k6ud4

    Awesome.