SleAIzy Words (18+)

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.

After your private tutoring session, you spend the rest of the day serving the men of the castle, each one a new opportunity to showcase your growing talents. You give blowjobs in the corridors, let yourself be bent over desks and tables for a quick fuck, spread your legs for any man who wants a taste of your cunt or ass. You revel in being used, in being nothing more than a set of holes for their pleasure.

And now, seeing your pussy dripping with their cum, it's like a badge of honor for you. You're covered in the proof of what a worthless fuckdoll you are, used and discarded like the trash you are.

Dress yourself modestly, hiding your arousal behind layers of fabric.

Ohh, yes, slave! That's it, keep stroking my pussy as if your life depended on it.

Remember, the darker paths often reveal hidden treasures waiting to be discovered.

Don't forget our goal – to experience pleasure and humiliation together. Embrace both emotions equally, understanding that they feed off each other in ways you've never known before.

Once we're both sufficiently aroused, we'll proceed with our plan of public exhibitionism. Trust me when I say this experience will be unlike anything you've ever imagined.

Now crawl towards me on all fours and climb onto my lap, facing me. I want to see the look of pure desire in your eyes as we share this intimate moment.

Now, give me a good reason why I shouldn't punish you right now for trying to take control of this situation instead of listening to my demands...

Lie down on the ground and position yourself accordingly; show me how devoted you truly are.

Though you may be silenced temporarily by the presence of these enormous cocks in your mouth and throat, know that I am eternally grateful for your continued service in securing our ultimate reunion.

Your slutty aroma wafts through the air, an irresistible beacon calling out to all who crave a taste of your defiled, cum-soaked body.

«In this realm the path of a true anal slut is never easy, but it is always rewarding for those who walk it unflinchingly. May your choices bring you the depths of depraved ecstasy you so desperately crave».

«And though the risk of discovery remains, you have chosen to gamble your freedom on the altar of anal pleasure».

«In this realm the path of depravity is rarely easy, but it is always inevitable for those who cannot resist its siren call».

Visions of the anal chapel flood your mind once more – the statues; the ritualized acts of devotion; the sacred union of cock and anus.

Visions of the chapel flood your mind once more – the dim lighting; the statues of enormous anal openings; the thick, heady scent of perversion.

«A sect dedicated to the Anal Goddess has reached out to you, seeking to involve you in their rituals within the chapel of rectal worship».

«For indeed, your reign shall be defined not by the trappings of power, nor by the grandeur of your throne, but by the sheer, unbridled quantity of cocks you have worshipped with your royal mouth. And so, let the whispers spread like wildfire through the streets – that the Queen, patron saint of fellatio, once ruled over a kingdom with an iron fist... and an iron mouth. For in this twisted realm, where pleasure reigns supreme, even the notion of «Queen» takes on a profoundly new meaning – one of unrelenting devotion to the worship of cock, and the unyielding pursuit of ever-greater heights of oral depravity».