#used and abused

[hotwife-heat]

[miia-x-miia]

Little Whore Challenge

I’ve already been passed around and used by hundreds of men, but now I want to be shared here too. I’m just a slut, made to be used and discarded, and maybe dirty men on here will enjoy me as much as they do in person. I need to be seen, shared, and used—that’s all I know 💦

Here’s how you can make me post more:

💋 1 Like = 1 point

💬 1 Comment = 3 points (Tell me what a slut I am, I love hearing it)

🔁 1 Reblog = 5 points (Share me around like I’ve been shared by so many men before 😈)

If the goals are reached, I’ll show you:

500 points — A teasing photo… just a little taste to make you want more

1,000 points — Full nude, no face… I don’t need one, I’m just here for your pleasure

2,000 points — Full nude with face… I’m yours to look at, use, and share

5,000 points — A video of me doing what I was made for… a BJ video, filmed by a client

I get shared around as a worthless whore all the time… but now I’m here for you on Tumblr too. Share me, use me, and let’s see how far this goes 😇

[submissive-humiliation-slut]

Things that make me go mmmm....

Cuffed naked to a pole with my arms behind me so I can be made to stand or kneel as required. I am the stress relief for the office and anyone can come and use me at any time in any way they want. Had a bad morning? Slap my face, my breasts and ass to take out your frustrations. Feeling like you need to relax? Make me give you a luxurious blowjob. Want it rough? Just grab my hair and face fuck me. Fuck me, use me, hurt me as many times as you want. And then let the hot women in the office come and berate me - spit on me and slap me for being such a dirty whore...!

Arms tied behind my back, bra and panties ripped to shreds, sweating and aching while I am thoroughly rough fucked. My breasts slapped repeatedly until I am begging for mercy. Then my face slapped again and again and again while I am fucked until I orgasm on that cock from being face slapped. Ever tried continuously slapping your face when you are about to cum?!

Tied on my back spread eagled and naked on a dirty mattress with several men and women taking turns spitting on me. A gorgeous woman holds my neck so I choke if I try to bring my head down. Another woman holds a hitachi wand pushed deep into my clit - I have no escape from the orgasm torture that ensues. Spit lands on my face, eyes, open mouth, breasts, armpits, stomach... while I cum and cum and cum until I am literally screaming for mercy.

Being held down by 5 men and forced to wear my bridal lingerie. On my back with two men holding me down with their dirty boots placed on each wrist, two men holding my ankles down and one man with his boot on my face. The men swap positions to take turns to rough fuck me. With their combined cum oozing out of me they drag in my beloved husband and force him to fuck me using their cum as lube...

This list could go on and on and on... Welcome all to 2025!

Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!

[wyzechyld]

I am truly amazed by how deep you sank your teeth into my existence—

and whether or not you loved me hardly stands out next to the multifaceted mélange of counterfeit moments

you wove so elegantly to keep my head twisted off my shoulders and full of sirens.

You are an artist, swooning to the sadistic melody of a siren captivated by her own reflection—

masticating the bitter fruits from each tree until there is nothing left but gnashing teeth,

twisted roots, a pound of flesh, and whatever the fuck might be left of a diseased me.

But to you, I could be anybody, so long as I’m weak.

So long as the cracks in my soul portray dim shadow puppets

falling forward as they fall asleep to the persistent thud, thud, thud of your dancing feet.

The insatiable thirst for chemical release you marked as love

viciously dominated each impulse hidden beneath words

spilling from your mouth like pregnant spiders.

Your chest swells with confabulation,

and you wonder why it hurts all the time.

But you know—really, really, you know—

possessed by vampiric intent, and honestly,

I wouldn’t be surprised if you were chalk full of flies.

I don’t wonder anymore, though uncertainty beckons,

repeatedly wandering from downcast eyes

so worried of being cast aside,

crystallized and stoned and—

shattered amidst lies.

A never-ending déjà vu—

or another one of those night terrors—

coming down with broken bones,

just to go paralyzed dreaming of elusive homes,

where no one ever needed me anyway.

Sleazy, queasy garnishes of pragmatic drive-bys—

freezing the frame so I can quickly erase the white chalk outlines while hope dies.

A needle in my arm to slam the truth somewhere the sun won’t shine,

because it doesn’t get any darker than this,

and I’m only getting started.

The night remains full of voices

that never really said anything at all,

and I’m still not wondering why it all happened this way.

[princesseliza1235]

I want to go camping, get too high and fucked up, then have someone come and use me where I don’t know what’s happening or who’s using me. I want to wake up and not remember anything.

[a-symphony-of-pain]

Tw

Welcome home

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”5”

you hear a voice say behind you as you walk home from work late at night. you recognise it from somewhere but you can’t pinpoint from where. there’s a small spike of paranoia and you look back to see someone walking behind you. they’re mostly just a silhouette in the darkness and the streetlights don’t help you get a glimpse either. you shake your head it’s probably just someone talking on the phone or to themselves you think everything’s okay.

”4“

the voice rings out again and it gives you a weird gut feeling. you look back again the figure seems to have a slightly faster walking speed then you but theyre still pretty far away. you put your hands into your pockets to grab hold of your keys they make you feel safer like you can defend yourself if something were to happen. the paranoia rises but you’re still trying to tell yourself everything will be okay they’re not talking to you. but why does the voice sound so close if the person is so far away? you take a look back again this time more frantic as your pace quickens. the figure has come closer then before but they seem very calm. your heartbeat has started beating faster as you try to make a plan in your mind to calm down. you go through different routes maybe the person isn’t following you like you’re suspecting maybe you’re just making it up. you come to the conclusion that an obscure shortcut you know would be the perfect way to find out if they are after you so at the next block you turn away from your usual route and proceed down a different street.

”3“

your breath is quick even when you try to keep it calm you think that you shouldn’t show any fear. you heard somewhere that kidnappers, rapists and other people trying to do harm are less likely to go after people who seem like they have a clear destination and that there are people waiting for them. you straighten out your shoulders, look forward and start doing longer more confident steps while grabbing your phone. you pretend to click a few buttons and hold the phone up to your ear before starting to speak. it is a bit difficult while trying to stay aware of the figure but you manage to make up a story talking to a friend who’s expecting you in about 10 minutes. you try to make your voice sound less shaky as you ramble and make up different scenarios about how dangerous you are and that you’re not to be messed with.

But all of your efforts seem to be wasted as the figure continues to follow. youre starting to get a headache but you don’t know why maybe it’s from the fear that is setting into your veins. you make a left turn into an alley this should lead you home quicker even if it might be less safe for right now. you look behind you once more and your heartbeat continues to grow faster as the figure is once again closer then before but how can that be? they seem to walk at the same pace as before as calm as the sea before a storm but you’ve been speeding up. you swallow the clump in your throat as you grip your phone harder and try to continue your story.

”2“

the hair at the back of your neck stand up straight and your pulse rushes through your veins painfully. you almost trip as you feel yourself get slightly dizzy but you push on. what is happening? you look back again and you can see them a bit better now as they’re getting closer. the persons face is mostly obscured by a hood but you can see part of they’re lower face which has a creepy grin plastered on it.

you pass under another street light and a flash of sharp teeth can be seen while you feel yourself being intensely observed. a flash of memories hit you as the person lifts their head more revealing a little more of them. they remind you of a patron that always comes in. a very kind person having chats with you as you work they’ve become somewhat of a comfort for you. but that can’t be them you don’t believe that.

you round the last corner before your house the footsteps of the person almost booming in your mind and your vision more blurry then before. your little phone call ruse is only a mush of mumbled words and long parts of silence now. as you see your house you start to run as best as you can towards it.

you reach your door and sloppily fish your keys out of your pocket you’re panicked as you try to unlock the door and constantly look back at the figure approaching. when it’s only a few meters away from you you manage to burst through into your house and throw the door shut behind you. you feel like puking while you lean against the door shaking. through the little window in your door you can see the person standing outside with the big grin on their face. their eyes looking at you like you’re their prey and up close it’s unmistakably the nice patron you know. what are they doing? what is happening? you blink and suddenly the figure is gone. your heartbeat is pounding in your chest and you back away from the door. how did they move that fast? where are they now? you brace yourself against the railing of your stairs as you carefully ascend them. you throw your stuff into a corner before you make your way around your house locking every door and window. the comfort of your home calms you down a bit and you hold yourself as you sit on a chair in your kitchen trying to regain your composure. everything’s okay now you tell yourself they can’t get in they will leave and when i feel better i will contact the police. you nod as if agreeing with yourself and hold your head. why do you feel so nauseous? you should probably go to bed you think as you stand up and make your way over undressing yourself along the way. why are you so wet? did that interaction make you horny? no it’s just a coincidence you sigh and turn off the light in the bedroom before stumbling into bed and closing your eyes.

”1“

You hear the familiar whispered voice directly next to your ear. your eyes fly open and you’re greeted by the intense predatory eyes of your patron. you open your mouth to scream but no sound comes out. you try to get up and run but your body won’t listen to you. your head is pounding one rush of pain after another through your head and the only thing you can do is frantically move your eyes filled with terror.

”Tsk tsk tsk don’t try to fight it it

will only make your pain worse“

the intruder says as they caress your hair and begin to undress themselves.

”You were so easy to train and

hypnotise. just a few touches and

hints and one or two pills in your

drinks and i could make you do

whatever i want. it’s almost like you

wanted this to happen with how

mailable you are“

they say while crawling onto the bed they’re hard dick already pressing against you while they smile down on you.

”You’re such an obedient toy

undressing for me. you know i really

enjoyed having a little chase with

you. no matter what you would have

done we always would end up here.

mhh your tears only make me

harder you want me to rape you so

badly hm?“

they say grinning at your misery while they grab your legs and position themselves at your entrance.

”This is gonna hurt so enjoy every

inch of me“

without even giving you time to process they thrust into you with one precise hip movement. your mouth opens to scream but nothing comes out except for a few chokes whines.

”Im sorry about your voice i would

love to hear you suffer but i don’t

want your neighbours to ruin our

fun“

they say while starting to move pinning your legs up to get a good few of your dripping cunt. It hurts immensely while they ram into you as if you’re just a fleshlight but the tears rolling down your cheeks only makes them grin and fuck you harder.

”Yes just like that show me your

pain you look so very good and

you clench around me harder“

They say as they grab your throat watching you try to form the words help and please stop but to no avail. their hand tightens more and more making it harder to breath by the second and your already fuzzy brain is getting even more out of control. suddenly without you even wanting it a moan escapes your lips which makes the intruder stop.

”Did you just moan?

you’re enjoying this so much hm?

well then i can go even harder

right?”

their grin stretched almost impossibly long across their face and you think it might actually wrap around their entire head or is that just the drugs and loss of oxygen?

the intruder let’s go of your neck letting you cough and whine as they grab your nipples instead and rail you with all the aggression they had in them. you try to hold yourself back but the moans keep coming and you don’t know why. you’re not enjoying this they are raping you they’ve drugged you why are you moaning?

”What a perverted and filthy whore

you are”

they chuckle through their own moans as their hip movements get more frantic and you realise they’re about to cum. you feel the drugs slowly begin to wear off as you can now weakly move your body again and you try to push them away making little incoherent screams and pleas for them not to come inside but with a fist to your jaw you go quiet again and just whimper as blood drips from your nose. Their moans get louder and with a couple last deep thrusts they bury themselves into you and breed you. at the same time as the warm feeling fills your insides you can’t stop the oncoming orgasm of yourself. you don’t want this this is disgusting and yet it rocks through your body and you cum with a moan so intense it’s more like a scream. leaning forward they lick the blood from your nose and kiss you before getting out of you and watching their cum drip out.

”so pathetic but so gorgeous at the

same time”

they mumble before laying down next to your broken and shivering body. their hand brushing through your hair even when you shy away.

”You were better then i hoped and you even came. i thought you might

enjoy it a little bit but that it would

take more time to make you cum

but you came from the first night i

was here“

You look over at them in terror as you realise what they’re implying

”Oh yes doll i’ll be with you more

often now but don’t worry you won’t

remember a thing until i want you

to. i wouldn’t want you to ruin what

we have by going to the police“

they reach for a pill and some water over from your bedside table and get up to move towards you. as you struggle and crawl away they seem amused by it and let you fall off the bed getting even more bruised before pulling yourself across the floor. a trail of cum and blood follows you as it drips out of your cunt but your rapist can easily keep up with you. once they’ve had enough of watching you try to escape they aggressively kneel over you pinning your arms painfully under their knees. lifting your head they then smash it into the floor so you’re a bit more drowsy again before shoving the pill into your throat and squeezing some water after it. you try to spit it out but they hold your mouth and nose shut giving you no other choice but to swallow.

”Good pet“

they say and look you in the eyes before pulling you up by your hair and dragging you back to bed.

”The effects will set in very soon

and you will believe you got into a

bit of an accident at home with all

the bruising. you will wash yourself

ignoring my cum and then go to 

work like nothing ever happened. i’ll

visit you again and one day i’ll make

you officially mine but in the next

few weeks that won’t happen yet“

they whisper in your ear and their voice while very recognisable before becomes that of a stranger. you try to remember why they’re there but just as quickly as you wanted to remember you stop and the presence of the stranger is gone. you’re in pain but why? oh right you tripped in the kitchen while cooking and hurt yourself but you feel okay to work tomorrow. you’re heads kind of fuzzy and you feel used but that’s only cause you haven’t slept yet and it’s already so late you’re just overwhelmed with work. you nod to yourself as if agreeing before slowly drifting off to sleep.

”I’ll see you tomorrow my heart“

is the last thing you hear as darkness takes you

[submissive-humiliation-slut]

Guest Complaint

I find women who work in hospitality so fucking hot. They are serving constantly. I find it an intrinsically submissive job. Very noble on the surface but extremely servile and subservient in essence. Their only purpose is to please their guests.

Food and beverage attendants are so hot... cleaning tables, serving food, bringing drinks, apologising for anything that goes wrong... fuck. Front desk and concierge staff - oh fuck... helping guests and being told off for any problems they may have.

But the best are the female hotel managers. Always perfectly groomed. Hair tied back. Short skirt and jacket over a deliciously feminine blouse. I always wonder what sexy lingerie they have on underneath. And what if a super high value guest lodged a complaint and she was sent to ensure she fixes it at all costs... how far would she go?

I imagine him berating her for all the mistakes. Talking down to her. And her pleading and apologising. And begging for another chance. She tells him she will do anything to make it up to him.

He slaps her across the face... fuck! Tells her to strip naked. Makes her crawl to him and beg to be abvsed. He belts her until she is screaming in pain. Housekeeping staff hear her and look pityingly at each other as they hear her being hatefucked. He r4pes her pussy - spitting in her mouth, her eyes, her face. Then he flips her over and r4pes her ass as he whips her back and butt. Finally he throat fucks her pulling out and cumming in her face and hair.

She lies on the floor a sweaty mess, her hair dishevelled, her eyes red from crying, her body sore with welts, shame engulfing her. He tells her, "now get the fuck out of here... and do not clean my cum off your face." She slowly gets up and puts on her bra. Winces when her sore nipples press against the lace. Her silk blouse stains with her sweat as she puts it on. Gently wiggles into her skirt averting his gaze. Her pussy is so sore from the pounding she can barely walk straight.

"Now get the fuck out of here. And do not wipe my cum off your face you cheap whore..." he reminds her. She turns to him pleadingly. He walks up to her and spits in her face. "get out"...

She walks out of his room. Staff members outside look at her. Her face stained with his cum, cheeks red from his finger marks, hair matted, barely able to walk straight. Tears flow freely from her eyes as she makes her way back to her office.

The next day she is fired from her job... for being a whore...

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[real-raw-confessions]

Is it so wrong to be controlled? What could possibly be so bad about losing yourself? Feeling your mind slip away and your body becoming mine. Mine to do whatever I want with. You're made for this, aren't you? Good pet. At least you understand something in that brainless head of yours. It's better to be something for me to use than whatever it is you seem to think you're good for. The only thing you're needed for is to pleasure others. You need no pleasure of your own, yet you get it anyway just from a cock in your mouth or cum dumped in your holes. Pathetic.

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[horn1sometimes]

I have this biggest fantasy of being used as furniture. Like yes I can be your footrest and yes you can use me as an ashtray. Just not even because it makes me wet you can ignore me completely and even laugh at me if it makes me wet and just cuz you don’t want to get up so you use me instead like as Urinal on demand.

[submissive-humiliation-slut]

Cost of Living Pressures...

Anywhere you turn right now, you can't escape the growing public discourse around the ongoing cost-of-living pressures many parts of the world are facing. In many developing countries this has been prevalent for a while now but when it starts to affect people in lucky first world countries, everyone talks about it. And the more I hear discussion about it the more I can't shake that deep tingling arousal I feel...

We get so far behind on our rent that my husband sends me down to our landlord's unit to ask for rent relief. Our landlord is a cruel, ugly man (both inside and out). He ruthlessly uses my vulnerability to make me his cheap whore. He makes me strip naked and crawl to him... then places his shoe on my face while he makes me beg him to defer our rent. He belts me, chokes me, slaps me... and makes me keep begging him as he r4pes me pumping me full of his cum. Then he makes me go back up to my husband naked, bruised and leaking his cum from my pussy. From that day on, I am his whore at any hour of day or night when I am home... I am summoned to choke on his cock on demand, offering all of my holes for his amusement, serving him and his horrible friends as his maid and then being gang r4ped by them as their release and entertainment...

It doesn't get any better at work. I desperately need to keep my job and my Boss knows this. She is a conniving dominant dyke who has always wanted to control me and now she knows she has me at her mercy. She berates me in front of everyone and mercilessly r4pes me in her office. For fun, she makes me available to her mates (both male and female) who use me at will, sadistically beating me, fucking me and degrading me. I come home exhausted and pray that my landlord does not want to use me at least for a few hours...

With both work and home becoming quagmires of sexual slavery for me, my only respite remains is the comfort of my husband's arms. In his love I hope to find some solace and the strength to continue being abvsed like this. Alas, he feels terribly emasculated from all that is going on. His feelings of inadequacy manifest themselves in him taking out his anger, frustration, helplessness and ineptitude on me. Seeing me marked, bruised and dishevelled with cum and spit stains all over my face, body and between my legs makes him both angry and horny. He slaps and degrades me, not letting me shower and wash my r4pe off me. He ties me up and fucks me in that filthy state - smelling of sperm, spit and sweat. Then as his sperm drips down my legs, he makes me do the housework, cooking and cleaning for him...

Who ever said that suffering the cost of living pressures did not lead to have some benefits?!!!

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[jtem]

...and then one day you wake up and two years had passed, and you suddenly realize how much you had wanted to be wrong. But, you weren't.

[dirtyxslxt]

I’m baaaaack

[pangolin-piety]

Kisses with Blood

It’s sad to be done.

I’m going to miss the chase-

The back and forth of rage

The back and forth of care

A tender hold that slowly turns tight

A grip on my life that loosens to a gentle graze

But a graze is still a scrape

And a scrape still scars

My scar ridden being craves the pain

Craves your touch

But you don’t want me

And I don’t really want you

I want what you are

Something I shouldn’t have

Something that couldn’t ever want me

[a-symphony-of-pain]

A sex Dungeon that’s build like a dungeon from DnD.

You start easy in a room with maybe some light spanking the way you like it and you continue to be lured by the promise of more pleasure but the deeper you go you don’t notice that the doors behind you lock and you wouldn’t be able to get back out.

At this point it becomes a game of survival where in every room people tackle you and strap you up or use you in increasingly unhinged and vile ways. if you can escape you make it to the next room if you don’t you’ll come out a drooling mess and the strangers throw you into the next room.

When you reach the very last room Daddy’s waiting on you to give you all the aftercare you can think off or is that just your twisted perception at this point and there’s actually a butcher who’s going to gut you and feed you to the staff of the dungeon?

who knows 😘

[submissive-humiliation-slut]

Black Tie Event...

Going to a formal dinner event (it might be a wedding, award function, something important). I am dressed in a formal cocktail gown, hair done up and a wisp playfully curled and falling down the right side of my face, full makeup complete with a ruby red shade of gloss lipstick to complement my dark brown hair. As we are ready to walk out the door you stop and say, "kneel…" Instantly I comply picking up my gown so as to not crease it - my face flushing and heart racing in fear and arousal. I lock my hands behind my head as I know I must do when you use this tone with me.

You trace a finger along my lower lip as I look up at you - my perfect lipstick slightly staining the tip of your finger. You insistently insert one finger into my mouth and I swirl my tongue around it tasting your skin and smelling traces of your cologne on your wrist. Another finger goes in and I start to feel some dread now. You push deeper and deeper and deeper into my mouth until a single tear forms and runs down my right cheek staining that wisp of hair. You pull out and then push in again - this time even deeper - my throat retching at the assault. Tears now flow from both eyes and drool starts to run from my mouth down to my gown - staining the front. Now you insert a third and fuck my throat with your fingers. I beg with my eyes as my makeup starts to stain and my gown gets more and more wet with my saliva.

Without warning you withdraw your fingers and slap me hard across my face with your open hand staining my cheek with my own saliva. You do it again - this time leaving angry marks on my cheek. By this time I have let go of my gown and it is falling around me in the pool of spit caused by my drooling. You take out your cock and start to mercilessly face fuck me grabbing my perfectly made up hair to abuse my throat further.

You cum quickly - deep in the back of my throat and I have trouble taking it all in. I splutter and some of your cum runs from my mouth onto my gown. You glare at me for wasting your cum. Your belt comes off and you whip me until I am weeping and begging for mercy. Then you stop.

You ask me to use my gown to clean your cock. I comply. Then you zip yourself up and say, "I'll wait in the car for 5 minutes..." as you walk out the door.

I rush like a possessed woman to take off my gown and find something else to wear. My heart beating at a million miles, I rush to find another dress - nothing as opulent or perfect - just a nice little black dress. I kick off my shoes to replace them and look at myself in the mirror. I am cum and spit stained with finger marks on my cheek. I try and correct my hair the best I can and apply foundation to cover up my smarting cheek.

I rush out the door still dishevelled but just dressed enough to do the rest in the car... I am sucking in air to replenish oxygen depleted from my facefucking followed by my rushing around to make myself presentable for being presented to the elite gathering. My heart is pounding from my recent abvse followed so quickly by my absolute fear that you might get angry if I am late getting to the car.

I rush down the front patio steps to the car porch and my heart stops.

You've already left.