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Happy New Year by baby-ash featuring a wrap bracelet

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You’re okay, sweetheart. Relax and breathe deep. Slow down your breaths and close your eyes. You’re safe. You’re loved. Lay your head on me and rest.

It’s okay to be angry, afraid, upset. But hurting yourself with those feelings will just make you sick. It’s okay to feel that way, and it’s okay to let those feelings pass, too.

You’ve got a big life to live, and you’ve only just begun. You’re braver than you know; stronger than you realize. Today, just rest. Take care of yourself. Tomorrow will be different, and we’ll face it when we get there.

love it when someone tells me they jerked off to me. like you find me so cute and adorable that you came to thoughts of overpowering my tiny frame and abusing my holes?? that's so hot !!!

I would like to experience something I usually like to call "continued misfortune".

I want someone to use me in public to satisfy themselves and then abandon me, naked and too fucked out to move, for any random passerby to use me just as I'm starting to be able to get back up. I want people to watch me be made into a toy for people to get themselves off, no matter their gender, and instead of calling for help, they'll just continue to use me like I deserve.

I wanna leave a nice and big trail of cum that any monster can follow into the woods, so just as I think the delicious humiliation and the staring and whispering, all the giggling and the hands running over my body and plunging fingers into me stop, something big knocks me down and holds me against the ground so hard I can't move and I get all scratched up, like the used and abandoned toy I was made to be.

And while I'm barely capable of stringing even two words together to beg, whether to stop or to be ruined completely, my breath will be stolen by a huge cock or tentacles.

I want to be used by the Monster and pushed close to insanity, too fucked silly and blissful to realize what's going on anymore, so I can only scream and drool as I'm taken on th experience of a lifetime.

I'll wake up feeling sticky and gross, all covered in cum from men, women and monsters, and feeling something thump into me, tucked nice and tight in my belly, and when my hands go down to investigate, is when the pleasure hits me, as a new monster uses me in my sleep to carry it's spawn. The orgasm that wakes me all the way up would be so deliciously sudden that it would have me screaming praises to my current lover, toes curling as I scramble to grab anything my hands can reach while I'm shaking so badly my limbs become useless.

I'll be left alone for a while, after that, so I can check myself, and realize I'm carrying so many eggs, of so many different kinds, that I can barely walk at all. Every step makes the eggs twitch inside me, and they press against spots that I never knew could feel good, so even as I'm stumbling out of the forest, I have my fingers in me, looking like all slutty as I try to walk home swollen with eggs, sticky with cum, and playing with myself without noticing it.

Just as I'm getting home, someone will bend me over a parked car and fuck my throat, and then leave me there to experience another round of strangers using me for their pleasure, telling how stupid I am, for letting the monsters use me as a brood mother, how pretty I look being made to take their lust and have to hold on for dear life as I'm fucked through countless orgasms, until it feels like I won't be able to cum anymore, and then they draw another orgasm out of me.

I'll have to stumble home with cum and eggs falling out of me, until my new babies catch up to me as they escape their eggs, and I'm swarmed by the little monsters who want to either clean up Mommy, or use Mommy like I've been used until now.

Maybe I get to keep a certain monstrosity in myself, so I have to go around getting bent over any random bench or parked car and fucked by strangers and neighbors, like I also need to eat.

And instead of going tow Kirk as usual, i get to wear the tiniest skirts and mesh tops that barely cover anything, so I can get to my new post as the communal slut. I could be bouncing on a nice dick one moment, and the next I'm crawling under a desk to eat a pretty pussy that I'm being ordered to please. Maybe, if I'm good enough, I get to fuck someone, instead of always being the one getting fucked. I could break in the new sluts, get them all nice and pretty, and then go around ensuring they know what it feels like to be used no matter what you say you want. The rest of the office get to watch as I make their make up run with tears, and they beg for more, to be left used and marked up with bites and bruises from my hands holding them in place. And when I'm done, I'm pushed under the nearest skirt, so I can put my tongue to work, like the slut I should've always been.

And at the end of the day, I'll go back to that forest, and scream myself stupid as I get myself swollen with eggs and Monster cum again, stumbling back out all bitten and scratched, bruised by hands and tentacles. I'll sleep in my own home less, and more in any stranger's bed, as they get me as their sloppy little slut for the night.

It won't ever stop. It's not like I have a choice. I'm a good little slut, and everyone already knows I'm free for the taking whenever, so why should I try to make them stop? :)

Holy shit! This is... you got pretty much everything in here. This is wild! Thank you so much for taking the time out of your busy schedule of being used and abused to write up this sexy fucking novella for us!

“Nothing has ever hurt me more than loving you.”

-Day 511

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