All that is written below is just a fantasy. Moreover, not all I really want to bring to life. But if there is someone who will help me with the embodiment of some of these fantasies - I will be glad. Write ...

My name is Ann. I am 18 years old, large breasts, slender legs, a pretty tall brown-haired woman with long hair. I am a very modest girl, and in the last six months this feeling has developed to me to the absolute submission of someone else's will. In this regard, now I can twist and turn as I please, i.e., to mock and degrade my dignity, which is what my classmates' hosts do almost every evening. I will tell you recent stories and it will be clear to what extent a young woman can be morally destroyed and without experiencing resistance from her to do all sorts of nasty things and perversions with her, mock her, create unlimited violence against her body and morality.

They said that I would spend the next week in the company of lovely rapist perverts, that they received ten thousand dollars for me and, of course, asked me not to let them down. Now im

it is enough to ask me, because this is tantamount to ordering for me. Previously, natural modesty gave me only trouble, but now they have almost eliminated everything from me. Notice, I said "almost." That is, some remnants of shame are preserved, and this especially pleases my tormentors. Well, I was distracted, however, some aspects of my behavior will be clear.

Today I put on my most expensive stockings of soft flesh light, thin as a gossamer, pleasant to the touch. A man, touching them, should immediately lower. White lace belt - very narrow, emphasizing my wasp waist, white, cambric, transparent shirt. I didn't have any underwear on. On the legs, high boots to the knee and a short soft fur coat, so short that you barely stoop and immediately visible edging stockings. And what to do, so my masters ordered me to dress. On the street, 0 degrees, and I'm almost naked. Who is interested in my female health?

I went out into the street and immediately felt how my clean-shaven pubis was pinching. Being resigned to the inevitable, I ran to the bus stop. My torturers have chosen this time of day for a reason. Rush hour. With a feeling of light panic, I catch on myself the interested views of the people crowded at the bus stop. Of course, whore and only. Unexpectedly, I felt the vaginal sponges moistened.

“You are a whore,” I told myself, “already flowed. Lord, what have they done to me! What a shame! ”

I notice three guys standing next to me, and then I hear obscenities, which they quietly say about me. They will probably feel me in a crush. The vagina is even more moisturized. A bitch is a bitch, downtrodden, morally let down, perverted person.

I am brought into the bus. I see that this trio fell in behind and there are already timid attempts to lift my fur coat. Small efforts and now, at least two hands on my thighs. One fumbles in stockings, the other has already discovered the ass without panties. I have already begun to feel seriously. Lord, the stockings are uncoupled from the strapless, and they hang on their knees, fingers climb into the anus and into the vagina, climb unceremoniously and cruelly. I pinch my shameless lips with all my might, and it costs me a lot to not scream in pain. Guys downright torment my insides, grabbing the labia in a handful and putting three, four fingers into the anus. It hurts me a lot. These feelings are mixed with a sense of shame and slavish hopelessness. Everything else flowed like a bitch during estrus. That's it, I'm starting to roar silently. At this moment, I somehow especially hurt the clitoris, and I sobbed. I was turned to face them.

“Stop roaring, whore,” came an ominous whisper in her ear. - And unbutton your fur coat.

“I’m so ashamed,” I whispered, taking up the first button.

There was a giggle and right there, in the formed incision, one of them put his hand and grabbed me by my big elastic tits of the fifth size. In general, without false modesty, I should note that I have a figure of a photomodel and a pretty face, but my breasts are far out of classical parameters. And imagine, a beautiful girl stands clasped in front of three guys and cries sobbing, her fur coat is wide open and her bare breasts are brutally squeezed by male fingers. It hurts me squeeze silky skin, twist nipples.

This continues until the stop.

“Boys, I should go to the next one,” I murmured. - Maybe you are taking me.

- Of course, fuck.

It hit me like that, but what can you say against the truth.

“Please fasten my fur coat and fasten stockings, and then how can I go.” Moreover, in the place where they are waiting for me, they really pay attention to the appearance of the slut.

Then I sobbed again. I stood completely helpless and submissive to any fate.

- Are you a masochist?

“Yes,” I whispered. - Sex slave. You know how to mock me!

- But do you like being fucked in all the cracks?

- Like. But still, when it hurts, it is a real pain.

- Need to think! Okay, we'll dress you and escort you to the place. And there you will entertain us. Agree?

- Yes. - I said with doom in my voice.

While walking to the house I needed, I calmed down. I was no stranger to violence against myself, and I had some idea what would happen in a few minutes. They called the elevator and, of course, drove to the last, twelfth, floor. As soon as the four of us entered the booth, the guys pounced on me. The coat was unbuttoned again and dropped to the floor. In my sharp, like a goat, four hands dug into my chest, two more began to tear the crotch. Fingers poked into the anus, tearing sponges and clitoris. I stood indifferent, and then began to breathe noisily, portraying that I was excited, which, by the way, was not far from the truth. In fact, I flowed heavily. When my unexpected tormentors realized this, they were surprised.

“Here is a masochist,” one of them said with feeling, squeezing my nipple painfully and turning it.

- Painfully? Answer me!

“It hurts, very much,” I said. - Spare my body, I beg you.

These words acted on them like a red rag on a bull. The elevator stopped and they threw me out onto the landing. I fell and hit my knees and elbows. Stockings are torn. I fell on my side. Then I was roughly raised and forced to remove stockings and boots. I stayed completely naked. They began to get their reared members. I leaned against the wall, but they grabbed my chest and dragged me to the stairs leading to the attic. The door was open, and I was pushed inside. I fell again on the dirty floor. They stood over me with the members already naked.

“Get up bitch,” they screamed terribly in one voice.

I started fussing and rose on all fours. My hands opened my mouth and, almost tearing full sensual lips, stuffed a huge dick into my mouth. He immediately began to peck in my throat.

Everyone calmed down at once. They continued to feel me, trying to make it hurt. Five minutes later I was already gasping for breath, but suddenly a powerful jet sprayed into my throat and I began to swallow it because there was nothing else for me to do. The fallen off owner of the first member immediately replaced the other one, and again my throat was crammed to capacity. At this time, let down wiped his dirty member of my gorgeous freshly washed hair.

- Lower her face, Serge. Do you want to cum on your face?

I nodded and immediately received a full charge of viscous fluid in the nose, cheeks, eyes. I had to sperm my nose and swallow it. They noticed and began to neigh. For some reason, I became unbearably ashamed, and I roared into the voice.

- Shut up, bitch, otherwise you will get!

I kept crying, smearing tears and semen over my face. Suddenly I noticed some kind through the veil ...