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[roamingleaf]

"Toy Story"

TW: R@pe, Stalking, Light Bdsm

What a fascinating little Fleshlight you are. How brazen of you to loudly scream into the perverse, darkened, depraved void and not expect the sirens call of such an innocent, naive, miniature figurine like yourself to go unheeded. I'd be willing to bet all the men in your life are fooled by that wickedly, innocent facade you put on day in and day out. If only they knew how eagerly and voraciously you exposed yourself to strange men who are twice, or even thrice your age online.

However, maybe that's your plan. To prance so freely across the digital landscape like some whorish, petite, cock hungry nomad till one of these starved lions decided to make good of this prey. Could you see it now? You would have been busy at work staging your own photoshoot inside your bedroom. So many times had that almond canvas been under the watchful gaze of your phone's camera. However, what changed this evening was the lingering pair of eyes stashed in the corner of your window. If only that intoxicating call of your pussy wasn't so intense, perhaps you might have noticed the soft squeak of your window slowly starting to betray you.

It gave rise from this strangers finger tips as if they too were eager to watch your violent violation. How could you have laid there in nothing more than that form fitting pink tee that desperately clung to your curves as if it's one purpose in life was to display your body like the fuckdoll you are. While, complimenting them with such innocent jet black, thin fabrics you swore were panties that no man could resist. Either way, your teasing ways would finally catch up to you. Right as you leaned your delicate, sun kissed, frame down against your bed so that precious, spankable peach proudly poked in the air you felt it.

Some stranger's burly, big, hands racing down your silken smooth skin. The grips carefully built into your hips were used to keep you pressed against your bed. It all happened in what seemed like a flash. Has this man been practicing? From how easily he lifted the window, to how privy he was to when you would be most distracted. Has he...been following you? Such thoughts raced through your mind before you could think of letting out a cry for aid. Right as that idea dawned upon that dainty mind, it was far too late. That hungry lion had silenced your plush, candied lips with his husky paws. After all, you asked for your body to be reshaped into a once in a lifetime Fleshlight. Why should anyone interrupt your wish now?

There would be a struggle but only for a moment as this devious devil kneeled behind you and utilized his jealous free hand to spank that heavenly, plumped, bottom. Once wouldn't be enough, oh no, twice, three times, four times. By the time your ass had been reddening properly this mighty monster had lost track of the count. Though, who would need it when that panty cladded bottom stared up at the demon with eyes screaming of hungrily needing to be filled.

And as a marauder hellbent on claiming his prize, He happily would make good on his desires. Before hand however, your lips had been invaded while your ass was being swiftly dealt with. Two fingers quickly swirl and sloshed around between the soft, sticky, warm feeling of your slobbering mouth to distract from the zipper being undone. Before you would know it, a thick, meaty, force would have found its new home housed deeply inside that needy, coiling, cock starved hole. How could this have happened to such an innocent angel? All you wanted was attention, validation, someone to tell you you were pretty. Yet instead, there in your room, your body was being reshaped to memorize the length of some strangers shaft.

Keep up the filthy, slutty desires you have. You're closer to that wish than you think. Happy Hunting you pretty little victim.

-🪶

[roamingleaf]

"Become What You Are"

Tw: R@pe, Stalking, Breaking and Entry, Creampie, Struggle

What a poor, precious, curvy fuck doll you are. Look at how easily your twisting, canvas leads the eye down such a ivory landscape. You look right at home on your knees waiting for someone, anyone, to push through your bedroom door, hold that canvas like body down, and fill you with every last drop of seed they had. Could you imagine?

The moment that bedroom door of yours closed, could you feel the excitement of the day finally catching up to that snowy portrait of yours? It was as if a hurried, lingering curse had been cast over that frame thanks to the speed in which you freed yourself from the shackles of clothes. There in the middle of your wooden floor did your sacred shrine start to drip with anticipation as you set the mechanical stare of your phone camera in front of you. Click, click, click. Went the timed stitches of your camera as you stayed still posing like a sculptor should.

Unannounced however, was the shadowy man that lingered throughout the halls of your darkened home. How did he get in here? It was as if he had practiced with the lack of noise made on entry. Nevertheless, he was now at the cracked edges of your door, allowing such tantalizing images to embolden his hunger. Despite his prize being but an inch or two out of his reach he knew there would be no need to rush. This feast he was about to partake in would be a hardy one for the ages. Foolishly, instead of rising back up from your perched position, you leaned that fragile, serpentine frame over so that you could reach for your phone. If only you knew that was the sign this hungry lion had been waiting for.

With your prized, porcelain, peach pressed up into the sky he could no longer contain himself. In through those flimsy barricaded protectors you called a door did he barge. With one goal in mind--his hands fell upon that peach as he used nothing but his body weight alone to pin your needful front to the cold embrace of your homely wooden floor. This brazen, sudden attempt at your body would leave you all but in shock as you felt some strangers hands spreading your cheeks. Right before the urge to scream for help could escape the prisons of your throat you could feel that man's hand slither up your frame to cover your candied lips. No, no, this couldn't be happening. Not in the sanctuary of your own home!

Yet, those thoughts were swiftly dashed as you felt it for the first time. The stabbing, thrusting, filling sensation of his heavy, thick, manhood plunging deep inside your leaking, coiling, snug pink palace. You always told yourself the internet would get you in trouble one day. All that reckless teasing, All those deranged, desperate, demons looking for a taste. Every action you've foolishly made had brought that undefiled canvas to its day of reckoning. The forced entry alone all but drained what werry fight you had reserved in that tank as you settled into the devastating onslaught of thrusts this man swiftly delivered. One after the other they continued; As they did you could feel a bubbling, building sensation starting to reach out from the depth of your innocence. Could this be real? Was your body about to cum for this perverted rapist? You had been nothing but a filthy tease to men online, and now finally, all that horny desperation had gotten you exactly what you deserved.

-🪶

[roamingleaf]

"On Burrowed Time"

TW: Kidnapping, Restraining, Light Bdsm

"Stop...please I'm sorry...I don't want a daddy anymore.." A soft plea stumbled hastily from a poor, petite, portrait that was tightly bound by pink ropes that ensnared such delicate wrist. All while those lightly roasted almonds legs that once proudly strutted were restrained to one another thanks to a few zip ties. "I...wanna go home.."

Trailing between each sniveling tear that stitched her black eyeliner down her cheek as if it was the violet night sky itself came a frightened wiggle as she continued her struggle for freedom. Sadly for this innocent, ebony bunny those cries had fallen upon deaf ears--The only thing that managed a response to her calls were the sounds of her own scurried squirms against that ancient felt laced Toyota trunk. How could she have ever thought about agreeing to something as silly as meeting a stranger off the internet? For her naive, foolish nature the prize that awaited was this bunny's chocolate body bared for the starry skies eyes.

"Don't be silly. You're much too young for such decisions to be made on your own" Chuckled the masked man. Tickled by his own statement the encouraging shadow that lumbered over her elfen frame lowered itself quickly to match her shaking stare. "You're going to be the prettiest Toy ever." With that twisted reassurance laid down as foundation her sinless, cartoon tattered panties found a home stuffed between her candied, plump lips.

After her lips had been muzzled properly with her innocence, a stern strike was delivered across her once unscathed face. In only a mere moment what glimmer of hope that poor bunny has was ripped away. Replaced instead with a stained printing of a palm. "Now be a Good girl." The cruel masked mocked with a gentle tap of his handywork. "Till we get you to your new home."

-🪶

[roamingleaf]

"When Beauty Learned that Nightmares Existed"

Tw: R@pe, Gang, Medieval, Princess, Riot, Creampie, Degrading

Long Ago, there was a Kingdom that held the prettiest princess in all the lands. Her skin was as soft to the touch as a warm summer breeze. They say her eyes glowed the most radiant hazel any person had ever seen. While her body could only be described as an angel who had fallen from the heavens to bless mortals with their esteemed beauty. There were few who could deny that her radiance was something nature must have constructed carefully. Yet her father was a bitter old man who could not learn from his foolish follies.

However, this all boiled over at an unfaithful crossroad one day; That beauty wouldn't do her any favors as the poor started to take to the streets. With a sea of pitchfork and hells fire crashing into the gates of the castle the Princesses beauty would be the reason her fate was already sealed. Before the poor deer knew it, shouts, slurs, and uncertainty beckoned at her fairweather door. Frozen by the winter of fear the time for escape had long past for our posh princess.

Within seconds of those murmuring bosks falling silent her door swung open with the force of a thousand burning suns. Before the crackling torchlight of these rebellious hooligans stood our frightened unsuspecting host. It was true what they said. Her frightened, water logged eyes may have been dampened but they managed to illuminate the room more than any torch ever could. Dressed in an eerily glistening emerald gown that revealed much of that princesses curveous canvas, her brain started to feel the weight of a mighty fog settling in as the gaze of monsters fell upon her.

There would be no words as some of the men could no longer contain their excitement. A cackling chorus of pitchforks klanking against the cold floor could be heard as they rushed in. Each one of those dreaded demons decided to detain the doe where she stood. One gentleman -if you could even consider these rabid dogs- took her by her wrist pulling them both behind her with one smooth motion. As another fell to his knees, not for worship or aid, oh no it was too shamelessly press his lips against her exposed navel through that scanty attire.

Struggling was sadly not in this poor dolls nature. The king foolishly preached into her that if she was ever to be captured to do as they said, help would be on its way. Yet, unannounced to this slighted advice her guards had all but laid slaughtered. From the gates, up the stairs, and even throughout the hallway. There would be no help coming.

As if hoisting a partial bag of grain she was flung onto her mattress as more men started to flood into the room. There would be too many for the princess to keep track of as her instincts to hide started to kick in. She headed for the safety of her pastel blankets. Though, that would not save her. Those too were ripped from her protective clutches to be flung out the window into the chaos unfolding in the streets down below. Understand, that night, lost in the sea of anger, passion, and depravity our princess did not plan on becoming a slave to cock. Yet, her portrait-like beauty that could rival any of the ancient wonders of the world sealed her submission.

Despite those guarding monsters managing to get towards the princess chambers, it seemed as if none of them were ready to be the first to do as they had seemingly desired to. That all was until one towering, grizzled, monster stepped from the crowd. His bloodstained, blonde hair all but hid his eyes leaving only a freshly acquired slash spilling from his lips. With only a few steps that giant had found himself on the Princess bed.

What would the Princess do now face to face with a giant? Before any fragile words could be mustered from her, his wartorn hands found themselves tightly wrapped around her neck. This sudden shock sent the princess into a whirlwind of emotions. Such force. Such vigor. Never before had this little princess been treated with such disregard. That holding grasp would be used to pin her head against the makeshift wooden headboard of her bed while his lips hungrily descended upon hers.

A daring, brazen, demon had done the unthinkable. He sullied the princess with his lips. But, he would not stop there. Like a slithering snake that led eve astray his tongue snuck between her petite lips to invade much more than her room.

Cheers, Applause, drunken cohoots could be heard starting to echo from the onlooking gallery. Who would encourage the defiling of such an innocent flower? Only monsters who must have been sent from the depths of hell. As this fiery festival started to get underway another similar sized giant stepped up to seize the spoils of war for his very own.

This man was bald; His face was withered by battle to the point that his full faded eyes showed nothing behind them. The bald one grasped at the poor princess's wrist to pull them towards his already throbbing, hardened cock that pushed against his trousers.

What a horrible night to have a curse of beauty. Men from every corner of the kingdom had succumbed to the blissful cooing of this freshly blossoming rose. In what felt like an eternity the brute who had dragged himself on top of her breakable body finally pulled from her lips to take a breath.

Gasping, almost heaving from the sheer amount of shock that was placed upon her from having her very first kiss stolen by some man whose name she did not know. Disgust could not begin to describe what was going through her head as her hands took hold of a warm, pulsating pole through this break. The night was young, and the rioters looked to be fed either blood and bodies. Our princess would be no different.

Enough would be enough, the time would come for her glowing, shrine of a body to be given to the pillagers. The bald one who had used her hands like they were a toy quickly moved to her vacant mouth. He had grown weary of their time. Animalistic urges had captured his mind by now; all that could be shown off it would be the fluid, forceful, frustrated thrusts he delivered between her lips. Such raw emotion. His hips were moving as if he was possessed by outer worldly forces.

Teary gargling could be heard bouncing from ear to ear as the crowd all but quieted down in the wake of the princesses violation. It seemed the new show being presented was enough to bring an utter hush as more men started to make their way out of the crowd to join the stage. Though her throat started to find ruin--her pink, hidden, garden would be left to grow wetter, and wetter to the symphony of her own throat being forcefully mishaped. In front of everyone, her captured canvas was rested on to her stomach still with some strangers cock housed snugly between the folds of her throat.

Then, her ass was raised into the air for all to watch as the hermit-like warrior plunged his mighty manhood in between the lips of her unused, untouched, undefiled pussy. The final seal has been broken. Blood started to dribble just a bit to prove our princess was once as pure as the fresh white snow. Now that purity was reduced to nothing more than a whores weight in bronze.

Her moans became a witches brew to the men who gathered around her violation with their cocks out and in hand. That evening, her body would be used under the anarchy of a new flag. The sins of the father would be paid for with the body of the daughter. Man, after man, after man took their turns leaving every ounce of sticky seed they had inside her pussy, throat, and ass. Some called it retribution, others Rape. Whichever the case, that broken, cum glazed, puzzle was left on the bed by sunrise a former shell of itself.

-🪶

[roamingleaf]

It doesn't matter how much you struggle. In the end it always ends the same. Your dress would be torn and used to restrain your meek wrists. Your once unscathed face slapped, bruised, and used as a glorified cum rag. And of course, your holes generously and considerately stuffed with load, after load, til your cum filled, cock-drunk body was dumped outside for some weary passerby to take their turn.

You were born for one purpose and that was to entertain every single man who ever laid eyes on that whorish, curveous, canvas. Say thank you for someone deciding to use your filthy holes finally.

-🪶

[roamingleaf]

Do you dream in COLORS so vivid that it still sends shivers through your skimpy system? That night when you got lost amongst the violet sea of stars. That same night where your innocence was stripped from you only to be replaced by the loathsome sins of lust and defilement. You can smell it still can't you? The thick, chalky vignette of smoke ruminating from the leather bound seats your teary, makeup smeared face had found itself pressed against.

Do you dream in COLORS so lucid that it still feels as if those icy, prying hands of the devil still marched along your seacoast, shimmering canvas. It's your calling, no, your destiny to be shaped into the prettiest, most corrupted, living Fleshlight. Why fight your fate? You were designed by mother nature to be nothing more than A Slutty Princess.

-🪶

[roamingleaf]

"Wouldn't It"

Have you conjured filthy disillusions of what I'd do with a canvas like yours? Is there even room left in that tainted well you claimed as a mind for thoughts of decency? Or has the decadent, whorish tune echoing from your calling pussy grown so loud within you that it's drowned out all other sounds. No, no you mustn't tell me all about that. That would be too naughty....wouldn't it?

-🪶

[roamingleaf]

Have you ever spoken to someone who yearned to kidnap Take Care of You? Wouldn't it be interesting if you did...

-🪶

[roamingleaf]

Hey chat,

Outside again. Can you see her? Hold on. Okay, can you see her now? That Meek, Sun Kissed, Figurine standing behind the register? I'm going to follow her home when she gets off in an hour. She has no idea what I have planned for this evening.

-🪶

[roamingleaf]

"Dormant Demons"

Tw: Somno, St@lking, R@pe, Breeding, Freeuse

The first time I broke into your room, it was calculated. After what seemed like an eternity in weeks of observing, nay, studying that marvelous little frame. Where you went, what you eat, who you're with, right down to when you went to sleep. If I'm to be honest I hated when you went out with your male friends. But, I bided my time all the same. Tonight, I intended on making use of my research notes; once the clock struck half past 1 am your slender, well-tuned, canvas was already tightly tucked in with a one way ticket to Dreamland.

As if your windows wished to betray you, they quietly glided themselves up and opened with but a mere coaxing of my fingers. Slinking softly between that once barricaded gateway my feet all but tip-toed hurriedly to the edge of your bed for a closer inspection of my sleeping beauty. From your awaiting bedside my hands couldn't contain their excitement any longer. Both of them raced to the weighted, warm, blanket that kept my trophy safely wrapped up from the chilly autumn wind that was now rushing through the opened window. Once two handfuls of that blanket had been acquired, down it would be peeled. Slowly though, for this unwrapping must be done delicately, vigilantly, and above all else, carefully.

Not enough to disturb that peaceful rest, no, that would be silly. In no time at all that hand quilted, heavy blanket found itself resting at the door steps of your supple, voluptuous hips for I had grown tired of the long tease. Weeks, hours, and seconds of planning were all about to be rewarded. I needed you; Like a human needed breath, you were the air about to fill my lungs. As all these thoughts swirled in my mind, my instincts took charge and guided me between the weighted shroud of your bed to lay right behind you. It was all so overwhelming at first, the smell of your nightly shampoo, the soft mixtures of the weighted fabric cover, the aroma from your nightly ritual of creams and lotions. What predator in the stalking savanna would have been able to resist this concoction of lust?

If only you could understand how amazing it felt as my arms finally got the chance they pined for over this agonizing week. Finally, they would feel the royal silken embrace of your flawless figurine pressed against them as they calmly crawled along the well curved hillside you hailed as hips. Though, I couldn't comprehend the lack of panties that careless canvas had forgotten. Such a naive, naughty, victim. This was only one of the plenty of reasons why I picked you from the crowd of all the other girls. You're just the way I like my trophy to be.

With each slithering step my fingers started to take around and down your snowfall soft navel you had unintentionally gotten me started. The further south my fingers slipped, the more your serene, hushed body pressed back further into me. Till I could finally feel it, your squeezable, curved, peach pressed against my tightening jeans. That need for you was swiftly evolving into an unhealthy obsession. There was this lingering, growing hunger that had awoken the moment I first laid eyes on you; now, with you lined up against my shaft I was going to feast upon this bunny like a rabid wolf. What truly intrigued me the most, was those babbling little whispers you eeked out in your dreams.

Did you know I was behind you baby? Did you know I was about to claim you as my own? Or, were you happy to finally be lost in rest after your finals? Had exhaustion taken control of you so much that you couldn't even register a monster in sheep's clothing? Either way, that cacophony of cozy cooing would be the final encouragement for my shaft to find itself slowly pushing inside your tight pussy. Once the entry to your supple, alluring, cove was penetrated my once wandering palms tightly grasped to your hips to hold that slumbering frame in place to receive a proper reshaping.

There was no telling how much time had been spent lost inside the clutching waves of your slippery lake, but, no sooner did your otherworldly frame start to stir from dreamland did your moans take center stage to drown out the creaks of the bed. Even with the firm grasp from one of my palms keeping those lips shut, nothing could bring absolute silence to that sirens call. The neighbors would know you belonged to.

I'm sure if I were in my right state of mind, the amount of guilt I would feel as I drunkenly listened to your muffled plea and cries would have made me sick to my stomach. However, whatever hex you had placed upon me only made me more feral the more you cried for it to end. This was your fault. Don't try and blame me for it now.

-🪶

[roamingleaf]

Them: "Call me Daddy", "I need a horny slut rn", "Where are all the naughty little girls?"

Me: "Those twisting curves that delicately drip along your forming canvas has the shadowy thoughts of depravity dancing along the murky, obscured corners of my mind. No matter how much I try to change those thoughts, they always come back to me shaping your throat, pussy, and ass into the most snug, fitting, fuckdoll the world has ever known. Shh, shh. Of course you don't get a say, what toy decides when it gets played with?"

Some of you don't understand the subtle art of making them need you. Some of you can't comprehend what it means to provoke a riot in her heart that could only be fixed by your calming embrace. Some of you are fucking losers.

-🪶

[roamingleaf]

Why do you act up? Is attention that much of a currency for your little frame that seconds, minutes, and hours not spent with you feel like a punished caged fairy withering away. You must be aware that your mischievous tantrums are going to end with you bound like a Plundered portrait, Gagged as if you were nothing more than the spoils of a war, and Fucked till your legs gave out from beneath that brattish, fairy-tale frame.

Wow, did you get wet from that? What a Naughty, Naive, Nymph you are.

-🪶

[roamingleaf]

Women say men are hornier than them but, everyone knows what a lie that is. A Broken Doll like you doesn't even try to hide it anymore. It's written all over your soiled face while that pillowy, plump peach is perched at your desk. Who are you trying to fool? You rarely wear panties anymore and when you do, that filthy, quaking, ravenous hole manages to stain such lacy fabrics with a creamy blueprint of nymphomania.

What were you fantasizing about this time you fraudulent little fairy? Was it how everyday your skirts and dresses manage to get smaller, and smaller until your manager, Hr, and big Boss all needed to see you in their office to reprimand the department whore. Or, well, it would be more of a reward for you wouldn't it be? Knowing that the cramped office was filled with burly, savage business sharks salivating for a taste. Either way, there would be no plans for rest once a familiar click of the door locking all but echoed through that shallowed chamber.

-🪶

[roamingleaf]

You are the catalyst of your own destruction. Don't look at me with those fussy, tear filled, doll-shaped treasures you call eyes. You knew your body was so purposefully crafted; shaped by passion, desire, and lust which provokes a primal desire so ancient, any man would have to act upon it. Now, be a good girl and stay still, the trunks going to get full after a few more stops.

-🪶

[roamingleaf]

"You Are A Hole."

You. Are. A. Hole. A depraved, deviant, sluttish toy--whose one purpose for existing is to swallow every shaft; To greedily guzzle every ounce of nut that's so graciously spilled down your throat.

You should feel honored that You would be plucked from an ocean of attention starved, broken dolls. All for a chance at memorizing every inch of each brutish demons manhood that gets tucked inside your undeserving cunt.

-🪶

[roamingleaf]

How can you protest with sullied words like stop when you wandered outside in a skirt so short it would make a whore blush. It was almost childs-play following the glistening roadmap that leaked from between your thighs like the mighty nile river. Why would you scream for help; Why disturb the neighbors when this was your desire you ungrateful whore.

If only words could describe the bountiful garden I found behind the gates of your pillowy thighs once I pried them apart. The hanging gardens of the ancient world would be put to shame; Much like Babylon, desecration is all your altar like frame would know by the time I was through with it.

Don't try and cry for help. You've tempted the demons that dance by the fireside, and for that, tonight they break bread by your bedside. Bare the consequences of your sheepish, calculated, actions whore.

-🪶

[roamingleaf]

"Have You?"

I think about what a degrading, depraved, existence being on this side of the internet can truly awaken. All day it's "I need a daddy" this, "I'm in love with my teacher" that, "I want an older man" blah, yap, and beg. Have you ever stopped to consider what the Older Man wants from you?

Did the thought ever scurry cross your mind that perhaps you're not presenting that glowing, hypnotic, canvas to the best of your abilities? Of course not. That dainty head of yours is as lost in yearning as your hole is empty and hungry. Ya know what, the more I think about it, the more I think you (might) need an Older Daddy

-🪶