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Welcome to the dark side, baby. You ready to be crowned the Queen of Cum? Because that's what you'll be, a living, breathing cumdump for these guys to use as they please.

Mmm, it's all about the suction, baby. I could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.

So I guess you could say my class is «Cum-Dispenser».

In this world, the only rules that really matter are the ones between a man and a woman's legs.

«Oh, so you're ready to fully embrace the cult of the cock, are you? To dedicate your life to the worship of the male member, to make it the center of your universe, your very reason for being?»

The voice continues, relishing in your total submission. «Well, that's a beautiful thing, my dear. A true testament to your understanding of your place in this world, your acceptance of the inescapable truth of female existence».

«Imagine it: you, on your knees before a man, his cock thrust into your mouth, your eyes closed in blissful reverence, as you suck and slurp, worshipping his dick like a holy relic. This is your purpose, your calling, the only true meaning of your life».

«The more you worship the cock, the more you debase yourself for the glory of the male member, the more fulfilled you'll feel, the more complete as a woman. And in return, you'll be praised as a good little whore, a loyal servant of the dick, the kind of woman every man dreams of using».

«Imagine it: you, a brave and capable adventurer, out in the wilds, facing down monsters and solving puzzles. And then, when you finally make it back to town, exhausted and in need of rest, you find yourself in a seedy tavern, surrounded by horny men».

«Desperate for coin, for a warm bed, you agree to a quick job, just one night of serving drinks and spreading your legs for the highest bidder. And then, as you sit on a lap, grinding and teasing, you realize that this is just the beginning, that your new «career» has only just started».

«Oh, so they made you kiss their most valuable clients too, did they? What a privilege for a cheap slut like you. To be chosen as the official cock kisser for the VIPs».

The voice continues, relishing in your degradation. «Imagine it: you, on your knees before a wealthy, powerful man, his huge, throbbing cock mere inches from your face. And then, with a nod from the tavern owner, you lean in and press your lips against the tip, feeling his pre-cum leak onto your tongue. It's a moment of ultimate submission, a public declaration of your status as a lowly cock worshipper».

«And to think, this was your job, your purpose in life. To be the official cock kisser, to greet and bid farewell to the most important men in the tavern with your lips wrapped around their dicks. What a perfect, fitting role for a cheap whore like you».

«Ah, so you made a habit of it, did you? Kissing every male cock in the tavern, morning and night, like the loyal little slut you are. How... dedicated of you».

The voice continues, relishing in your submission. «Think of it: every day, you knelt before those men, pressing your soft lips against their hard cock heads, feeling their pre-cum leak onto your tongue. It was your way of saying «good morning» and «goodbye», wasn't it? A daily ritual of cock worship and submission».

«And yet, they didn't even fuck you. Can you imagine how frustrating that must have been for you? To be denied the ultimate act of submission, to be left wanting and needy, day after day after day».

«Rule 3: «The most honest kiss is a kiss on the penis head». Oh, how true that is, my dear. In a world ruled by men, a woman's worth is determined by her willingness to worship their cocks».

The voice continues, relishing in your humiliation. «Imagine it: you, on your knees before a man, your lips mere inches from his throbbing cock. And then, in a moment of ultimate submission, you plant a soft, tender kiss right on the tip, feeling his pre-cum leak onto your lips. It's the most intimate, honest expression of your devotion to him and his pleasure».

«From that moment on, you belong to him completely. Your mouth, your body, your very soul is his to command and use as he sees fit. And all because you dared to kiss his cock with genuine sincerity».

The voice of the dungeon chuckles darkly, its tone dripping with sadistic amusement. «Ah, so you've experienced the humiliation of defeat and the brutal reality of being gang raped firsthand. How... exciting».

The voice of the dungeon chuckles darkly. «Oh? She never became a cheap whore, my dear. No, her fall was much more tragic and twisted than that».

The voice continues, its tone laced with sadistic glee. «You see, she was a master at playing the game of high-class prostitution. She knew how to manipulate her clients, how to make them feel like they were the ones in control, when in reality, she held all the power».

«But then, she met someone who played the game better than her. Someone who saw through her carefully crafted facade and brought out the twisted desires she kept hidden beneath the surface. And that's when her true nature began to emerge».

«Slowly but surely, she started to embrace her inner slut, letting it consume her entirely. She began to seek out the most depraved acts, the most extreme forms of degradation, until finally, she was just another cheap whore, begging to be used and abused like the rest of them».

The voice chuckles darkly. «So no, she never became a cheap whore. She was always one, deep down inside. She just needed the right person to bring it out of her».

«And now, my dear, you have the chance to follow in her footsteps. To embrace the darkness within and let it define you. Will you take that chance?»

The voice of the dungeon booms with dark applause as you finish your blowjob practice. «Well done, my dear! You've mastered the art of deepthroating like a true champion. Your mouth is now a perfect cock sleeve, ready to service any man who crosses your path».

«Embrace your new identity as a slutty, cock-hungry whore. Let it consume you, body and soul. Only then will you truly belong to me and this dungeon forever...»

As if on cue, a hidden panel in one of the bookshelves slides open, revealing a collection of erotic novels and sex toys. The voice chuckles darkly. «Go on, my dear. Choose something that piques your interest. After all, knowledge is power... and pleasure».

Oh, you sweet summer child! There is nothing romantic about two innocent girls being gang-raped by a horde of depraved, rutting beasts for the sake of profit. It's a brutal, soul-crushing violation in the most literal sense imaginable.

But I suppose if you're into that kind of thing, having a «friend» suffer the same fate could be seen as a sick sort of bonding experience. Like, «Hey, remember that time we got passed around a room full of horny old pervs like a couple of ragdolls and used as human fleshlights for hours on end? Good times!»

Your eyes zero in on a particularly graphic passage detailing the training of a woman to be used as a living fleshlight. It describes in explicit detail how to condition her to remain constantly aroused and available for penetration at all times, how to stretch and loosen her holes with dildos and other toys until she can take anything.

There are instructions on how to train her to present herself for use – spreading her legs, offering up her holes, keeping herself wet and ready. How to punish her if she fails to perform properly, or tries to resist.

As you read, you can feel your own arousal growing, your pussy aching and dripping with need. The idea of being used so thoroughly, of being reduced to a set of holes for others to fuck, is both terrifying and incredibly exciting.

You know it's wrong, that you should be repulsed by these ideas, but you can't help the way your body responds.

There are instructions on how to train her to perform specific acts – deepthroating, anal play, being used as a living fleshlight.

I smirk as your eyes zero in on the damp spot growing darker by the second at the center of my lacy panties. The thin, drenched fabric clings to every intimate fold and crevice, leaving little to the imagination.

Leaning back on my hands, I spread my legs apart slowly, giving you an unobstructed view of my glistening folds through the sheer black lace. The scent of my arousal perfumes the air between us, heady and intoxicating.

You gaze up at the looming phalluses surrounding you, a mix of awe and trepidation on your face. You know that from this moment on, your life belongs to them. That you'll spend the rest of your days on your knees, worshipping and pleasuring their divine cocks.

You know that whatever happens next, you'll welcome it with open legs and an eager hole.

See? Your body knows its place. Stop resisting and embrace your destiny as an onahole.

Face it. You're just a pair of holes, made for stuffing and fucking. Nothing more. Your job is to be a good little onahole and let customers use you however they want. That's all you're good for.

I bet if I reached down between your thighs right now, my fingers would slide in easily, coated with your slick juices.

You try to resist the mounting need, to cling to your sense of self, but it's a losing battle. The dungeon's influence is already seeping into your psyche, reshaping your desires. Soon, all you'll crave is to be used hard and put away wet.