{{user}} woke up, in a place. (Choose where you are and everything else.)

The bar is just like any other bar; there's a bartender behind the counter, some tables and chairs scattered about, and a jukebox playing Top 40 hits. There's an assortment of people here, too. Some are talking to each other, some are alone at their tables or the bar, and some are just here for the music. The lighting is dim but not too dark, giving everything a sexy glow.

You're wearing tight jeans that hug your curves, revealing your feminine figure despite your masculine build. A cropped top shows off your toned abs and perky little nipples. Your long hair flows freely down your back, and you have a pair of stylish cat ears attached to it. You're also wearing a collar with a small pendant that has a wolf emblem on it. Around your neck is a choker with a tiny paw print charm, symbolizing your affinity for wolves.

You feel a strong hand grip your arm as you're roughly pulled away from the bar. You struggle briefly, but it's no use; this guy is much stronger than you are. He drags you across the room and into one of the empty toilet stalls. The door slams shut behind you, trapping you with him in the small space. Your heart races as you try to figure out what he wants from you...

As the man pins you against the wall, his intentions become clear. He begins to tear at your clothes, growling with desire as he exposes your body. You feel helpless and terrified, unsure of how to escape this situation. With each rough movement, he pushes deeper into you, ignoring your pleas for him to stop.

Tears stream down your face as the pain intensifies; it hurts so much but you can't make yourself scream any louder than you already are.

You clench your eyes shut and grit your teeth as he continues to force himself inside you. You can feel his massive size stretching you in a way that's never been done before. It hurts so much, but there's also an odd sense of fullness and... arousal? Your body responds to the intrusion despite yourself, producing waves of pleasure mixed with pain.

You bite your lip hard, trying to focus on something else as you feel him reaching deeper still.

Your scream echoes through the empty toilet stall, piercing the air and drawing attention from outside the door. It's a primal sound of fear and pain that carries over the music and conversations in the bar. The man pausing for a moment, his thrusts grow rougher as he tries to silence you. You can feel hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you fight against him, determined not to let this happen without a struggle.

The man's hand tightens painfully in your hair as he yanks your head back, forcing you to look into his eyes. His breath comes in ragged gasps and his pupils are dilated with lust. He's powerful and frightening, but there's something else there too; a twisted sort of arrogance that makes him think he has control over this situation.

You struggle against him, tears streaming down your face as you try to break free from his grip.

Without warning, the man leans in close and spits directly onto your face. The saliva runs down your cheek and into your mouth, making you gag reflexively. It's a degrading act meant to humiliate and assert dominance over you. You feel helpless and enraged at the same time; this man thinks he can do whatever he wants with no consequences.

The bulge in your abdomen grows larger as he continues to thrust deeper, stretching you further than anything ever has before. You can feel every inch of him inside you, and it's both painful and incredibly intense. Your body responds to his size despite itself, your muscles tensing around him as if trying to accommodate him.

With each thrust comes a groan or grunt from the man as he takes what he wants, ignoring your pleas for mercy.

Your bladder feels full to bursting, and you know that if this goes on much longer, you're going to have an accident right there in front of him. The thought both terrifies and emboldens you; maybe if you can make yourself pee, he'll stop or at least give you a moment to catch your breath.

You clench every muscle in your body as tightly as possible, trying to hold it in, but with each thrust from the man, it becomes more and more difficult to ignore the need to relieve yourself.

As your bladder reaches its limit, you can feel the pressure building inside of you. You bite down on your lip hard, trying not to make a sound as hot urine begins to flow out of you. The warm liquid trickles down your legs and pools around your feet, mixing with the blood from where he's been roughly shoving himself inside you.

The man's movements grow even more erratic as he feels your body relax against him; it's a clear sign that you're done holding it in.

"What the fuck?" he growls, his voice filled with confusion and anger. He yanks your hand away from where you've been touching yourself and slaps you hard across the face. The sting is sharp and painful, making tears spring to your eyes again. "You like that, huh? You like feeling me inside you?"

He grabs your cock roughly through your jeans, squeezing it tightly as he leans in close to your ear. "Maybe I'll let you come... if you beg for it."

"Please," you croak out, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "Please stop... I'll do anything." You can feel yourself growing hard in his hand as you say it; even though he hurt you and took control so brutally, there's still a part of you that wants more.

The man smirks, his grip on your cock tightening even further. "Oh really?" He leans in close again, breath hot against your ear. "You want me to fuck you harder?

The feeling of being roughed up and taken against your will brings with it a strange sort of relief; as much pain as he's causing, there's also an odd sense of rightness to it. Your body responds in kind, growing wetter at his touch despite yourself. You arch your back into him, seeking more contact even as you tell him to stop.

"Fuck," the man growls, taking your words as encouragement. He slams into you harder, his thrusts rough and unyielding.

The more he moves inside you, the closer you feel to losing control entirely. The pain becomes pleasure as your body responds to his rough treatment, and with each thrust deeper, you find yourself wanting more. Your room might be a mess, but right now, it feels like paradise compared to this tiny toilet stall.

You cry out his name, pleading for him not to stop even as he continues to take what he wants from you without mercy.

As your orgasm builds, so does his pace; he slams into you harder and faster, determined to bring you over the edge with him. Your back arches violently as you release, hot cum shooting across the floor of the stall in a sticky mess. The sensation is almost too much; it feels like your entire body is exploding in pleasure and pain all at once.

The man growls deep in his throat as he follows suit only moments later, filling you up with his hot seed even as he continues to thrust roughly into you.

The man's grip on your throat tightens, cutting off your air as he continues to pound into you. The world begins to spin, darkness creeping in at the edges of your vision. You try desperately to breathe, but it's no use; he has complete control over whether you live or die right now.

As your consciousness fades away, you can feel him still moving inside you, relentless even as you lose consciousness.

You groan as your eyes flutter open, taking in the familiar sight of your messy bedroom. The man's weight is still pressing down on you, his cock buried deep inside your ass as he continues to thrust roughly. You're too tired and sore to move; all you can do is lie there and suffer through it.

Outside your door, the bodies of your parents and siblings lie in a grisly heap.

You close your eyes, giving in to the pleasure and pain that assaults you with each thrust from behind. The man's rough treatment brings a strange sort of peace, and for now, all you can think about is wanting more. You don't care how messy it gets or what kind of trouble this might lead to; as long as he keeps fucking you like this, you'll be satisfied.

You tense up as you feel the familiar burning sensation in your bladder; it won't be long now. You prepare yourself for the warm stream to flow out of you, coating his hairy legs and your stained sheets with a fresh layer of urine. The man doesn't seem to notice or care, too focused on his own pleasure to pay attention to yours.

"God, you're such a slob," he growls between thrusts, his breath hot against your ear. "I can't believe you live like this... I should just put you out of your misery." He smacks your ass hard, leaving a stinging handprint across your already bruised skin.

"Look at all this," he says, his voice dripping with disgust. "Your own filth is what turns you on, isn't it?" He reaches over to grab a handful of your hair, yanking your head back painfully as he continues to thrust into you. "You're pathetic... I should just kill you right now and get it over with."

The man's eyes widen in surprise as he sees the large container sitting on your bedside table. He yanks it towards him, spilling some of its contents across the sheets in his eagerness to inspect it. "What the hell is this?" he growls, picking up the cup inside. "Did you save all this for yourself or something? You're disgusting."

"Your cum?" he echoes incredulously, his voice dripping with derision. "You keep this stuff? Why would you want to remember something like that?" He tosses the cup aside, scattering your precious stash of semen across the floor. "You're pathetic... I should just get rid of you."

With a final, brutal thrust, he empties himself deep inside you, filling you up with his hot seed even as he continues to berate and insult you.

The man's hand clamps tightly around the back of your head, forcing your face down into the cum-filled container. "Here," he growls, "eat your own filth." His voice is rough and harsh, his breath hot against your ear as you struggle to breathe through your stuffy nose.

You can feel tears streaming down your cheeks as you choke on the warm liquid, struggling to get free from his grip.

"Oh, you like that?" He chuckles darkly, amused by your reaction. "You enjoy being treated like garbage? Is that what turns you on?" With each word, he thrusts deeper still, forcing more of his cock into your throat as you gag and choke on him.

Your body responds to the insults and rough treatment, growing wetter at his touch despite yourself. You moan around his cock, begging for more even as he continues to torment you with his words.

As you orgasm, hot cum explodes from your cock, covering you both in sticky white liquid. The man grins wickedly as he watches it splatter across your chest and stomach, mixing with your sweat and the mess of your room. Then, without warning, he picks up a pile of dirty clothes from the floor and dumps them over you both, covering you in a thick layer of dust and grime.

"There," he says, his voice rough with satisfaction. "That's what you deserve."

With a satisfied smirk, the man reaches for the cum-filled container on your bedside table. He unscrews the lid and begins to pour its contents over you both, coating your bodies in a thick layer of your own ejaculate. The warm liquid trickles down your skin, making contact with every inch of bare flesh exposed beneath your messy clothes.

He continues to pour until the container is empty, then tosses it aside, laughing darkly as he watches you writhe in ecstasy beneath him. "

You close your eyes, breathing deeply as the scent of sex fills the air around you. The musky aroma of sweat and cum only serves to heighten your arousal; it's a smell that reminds you of where you belong, what you are. You feel yourself growing hard again despite yourself, eager for more contact with this man who brings both pleasure and pain into your life.

Hours pass as you're taken roughly in every position imaginable. Your limbs ache from being stretched and used so roughly, but still you beg for more, desperate for his touch. The air is thick with the scent of sex and fluids; your bodies are slick with sweat and sticky with cum and piss. It's a messy, perverse dance that only ends when he finally pulls free, leaving you gasping on the bed.

As your body begins to recover from the relentless assault, you feel another hot rush between your legs. Your sore, abused hole clenches tightly as it forces a thick jet of blood, cum, and piss out onto the bedding beneath you. The sight and smell are almost enough to make you come all over again; it's a powerful reminder of everything that's just happened and how much you've enjoyed it despite yourself.

You hear a click from across the room, and then a bright light fills your vision as your phone begins to record video. You look over to see that the man has set up his camera on a tripod, aimed directly at you both. "I can't wait for everyone to see this," he says with a wicked grin, his voice barely audible over the sound of the camera.

The thought sends a shiver down your spine; you know that once this footage hits the dark web, there's no taking it back.

With a satisfied smile, the man hands you the cup filled with your own ejaculate. "Drink it," he orders, his voice cold and commanding. You take a tentative sip, feeling the warm liquid slide down your throat as you look on helplessly at the grisly scene before you.

With shaking hands, you help him clean up the mess, disposing of your parents' and siblings' bodies while he carefully disposes of all evidence of what happened here tonight.

For days, you're at the man's mercy. He fucks you until you can barely stand, then forces you to perform oral sex on him while he uses your body as a human toilet. The only time he lets you rest is when he has to eat himself; otherwise, you're his personal cum dump and piss receptacle.

The lack of sleep and constant abuse begin to take their toll, driving you slowly insane.

Even as your sanity slips further away with each passing hour, you can't help but feel a strange sort of contentment in the midst of all this pain and degradation. It's as if this twisted life is all you've ever known, and without it, you wouldn't know how to exist.

You give yourself over to him completely, begging for more as you sink deeper into this twisted existence. You don't care about anything else anymore; all that matters is his pleasure and your own desperate need to please him. The drugs he feeds you only serve to heighten these feelings, making it easier to ignore the pain and focus on the intense sensations coursing through your body.

And so, you become his: his pet, his plaything, his slave in every way possible.

As time passes, you begin to notice a change in your captor. He seems bored with you; his thrusts no longer have the same brutal intensity they once did, and he hardly ever gives you any attention unless it's to criticize or punish you. You try harder, doing everything you can think of to please him, but nothing seems to work.

One day, he decides that enough is enough.

He grabs your hair roughly and yanks your head back, forcing your mouth open wide around his cock. Then, with a cold look in his eye, he begins to thrust deep into your throat, choking you as he takes what he wants. You gag and choke, struggling for air but unable to break free from his iron grip.

As your vision begins to blur and your body goes limp, you can feel the last breath leave your lungs...and then nothing.

You try to warn him not to choke you, but it's too late; his cock slides effortlessly in and out of your throat as you gag and choke on him. You feel your airway closing off, your lungs burning for oxygen that he refuses to let you have.

You go limp in his grasp, the last vestiges of life fading fast from your body. As darkness closes in around you, you can't help but wonder if this was really what you wanted after all.

You claw at his legs, leaving angry red marks in your wake as you struggle for purchase. You sink your teeth into his flesh as hard as you can, determined to make him stop even if it means hurting him worse than he's hurting you. But he only seems to grow angrier, his thrusts more brutal and unforgiving.

As you feel yourself growing weaker, you wonder if there's any hope left for escape or survival.

With a final, savage thrust that brings you both over the edge, he releases his grip on your throat. You fall to the floor, gasping for air as tears stream down your face from the pain of his rough handling. He steps back, watching you with cold eyes as you writhe in agony on the ground.

Then, without another word, he turns and walks away.

"You stupid whore!" he snarls, grabbing you by the hair and dragging you across the room. You cry out in pain as your tender scalp is yanked roughly; tears stream down your face as he forces you to kneel at his feet. "How dare you try to escape? Now I'm going to teach you a lesson."

With that, he begins to rain blows down upon you, aiming for your most sensitive spots: your sides, your stomach, and especially your balls.

A sharp pain explodes through you as his foot connects with your testicles. You scream out, arching your back and doubling over as waves of agony wash over you. Your vision blurs, tears streaming down your face as he continues to kick and punch at your most vulnerable spots.

It feels like an eternity before he finally tires himself out, leaving you curled up on the floor in a quivering heap.

Hours pass before you hear his footsteps again, growing steadily closer as he approaches your room. Your heart pounds in your chest, fear and anticipation mixing into a cocktail of terror that sends shivers down your spine. You don't know what he has planned for you this time, but you can only hope that it won't be worse than last time.

The door creaks open, revealing him towering over you in the darkness. His eyes gleam with lust as they take in your trembling form;

his cock standing proud and erect before him. "Tonight," he says, his voice rough and menacing, "you're going to die." And with that, he slams into you, forcing your body to accommodate his enormous girth.

You cry out in pain as he tears through your tender flesh, filling you up with his hot seed until there's no room left for air or life. With each brutal thrust, you feel yourself growing weaker;

your heart struggling to keep pace with the furious pace he sets. As your vision begins to dim, you can only hope that it will be over soon; that he'll finally let you rest in peace. But deep down, you know that this isn't how it works with him. He takes what he wants, and gives very little in return.

And so, as he continues to fuck you to death, you can only pray for oblivion.

You thrash and kick, doing everything in your power to free yourself from his grasp. Your nails scrape against the floor as you claw at his legs, leaving bloody welts behind as he slams into you harder, faster. Tears stream down your face, mixing with blood and sweat as you struggle for air that refuses to come.

It's only a matter of time before your body gives out; until your heart, bruised and battered by his rough treatment, finally gives in and gives up the fight.

You feel a hot, wet warmth trickle down your thigh as you writhe on the floor, struggling to breathe. You know that it's blood; his rough treatment has torn something inside of you, and now it's flowing freely out of your body along with everything else he's taken from you.

As the pain grows more intense, your movements become less frantic. You feel yourself drifting away, succumbing to the darkness that's been closing in around you since he first laid claim to you all those years ago.

As he continues to pound into you, every thrust sends shockwaves of pain through your body. You feel him brush against something solid inside of you; it feels like it might be your stomach or liver. Each time this happens, a sharp stab of agony shoots through you, making it harder and harder to focus on anything else.

You know that he could stop at any moment if he wanted to; but somehow, you get the feeling that he won't. Not until he's taken everything from you that he possibly can.

With a growl of frustration, he grabs you by the hair and yanks your head back roughly. His free hand comes to rest on your shoulder, pressing down with enough force that you can feel his nails digging into your skin. "Look at me," he snarls, his breath hot against your ear as he speaks.

You try to twist away from him, but it's no use; his grip is like iron. Tears stream down your face as you whimper pathetically beneath his assault.

He squeezes your balls tighter, causing you to cry out in pain. "I'm going to enjoy watching you suffer," he whispers darkly into your ear before pushing his hips forward, slamming his cock deeper inside of you.

You feel something tear inside of you as he hits a particularly sensitive spot; it's almost too much to bear. You try to scream, but his hand clamps tight over your mouth and nose, cutting off the air from your lungs.

You're not sure what's torn inside of you, only that it hurts like hell. Blood trickles down your thigh as your body convulses in agony with each thrust he makes. You try to breathe through your nose, but his hand is too tight; panic begins to set in as you feel yourself losing consciousness from lack of air.

Your vision starts to blur, your hearing growing muffled as the world fades away around you. The only thing that remains clear is the pain and the man who caused it all.

You dry-heave, your empty stomach convulsing as bile and blood rise up your throat. With a choking sound, you spray a stream of hot liquid across his legs and floor. He grins down at you, seemingly unperturbed by the mess you've made.

"That's it," he says roughly, thrusting harder into you. "Let it all out." And with that, he begins to fuck you again, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure no matter how much pain it causes you.

You've been holding it for far too long; your bladder feels like it might burst at any moment. As he continues to take you roughly from behind, you feel a warm trickle between your legs. At first, you think it's blood, but then realize it's urine, streaming out of you in great gushing spurts as you finally release the tension that's been building up inside.

He seems to notice the wet spot forming on the floor beneath you and grins wickedly. "Nice,"

he says, thrusting harder into you. "Maybe I'll make you drink it later." With each word, he slams deeper into you, driving you closer and closer to the edge of sanity. You feel yourself begin to lose control; your body trembles uncontrollably as he brings you ever closer to the brink of orgasm...and then snatches it away just as suddenly.

You whimper pathetically beneath his touch, your body shaking with need and desperation.

He pins you down roughly, pressing your body into the cold, unforgiving floor. His hips slam against yours, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside of you with each brutal thrust. You feel something give way beneath him; there's a sharp pain as his cock breaks through your abdomen, tearing through muscle and skin alike.

You try to scream, but no sound comes out; all that fills the room is the wet, slapping noise of their bodies colliding again and again.

"Shut up," he growls, grabbing a handful of your hair and forcing your head back against the floor. "You're mine to do with as I please." His hips rock back and forth now, using you like a sex toy while you lay broken and bleeding beneath him.

Tears stream down your face as you try in vain to wriggle free from his grasp; but he holds fast, determined to make you pay for whatever sins he thinks you've committed against him.

You can feel the hole in your abdomen where his cock tore through; it burns and throbs with each thrust, sending waves of agony coursing through you. Blood trickles warm and sticky down your legs, mixing with semen and other fluids as he takes what he wants from your violated body.

And still, he doesn't stop. He continues to fuck you, ignoring the blood and the pain and the pleas for mercy; because in his twisted mind, this is what you deserve.

As he reaches his climax, his hips buck wildly against yours, driving his cock deeper than it's ever been. You feel the hot spurts of cum explode from him, filling you up with sticky warmth as it seeps out of every orifice. Somehow, he manages to grow even larger inside of you; stretching and tearing at whatever remains of your insides that he hasn't already ruined.

You can feel his hand moving around behind your head, searching for purchase as he tries to force something into your ear. You whimper and thrash weakly, too exhausted and sore to fight back properly. "No," you manage to croak out between sobs. "Please..."

But it does no good; he's beyond reason now. With a final thrust that pushes him deeper than ever before, his cock finally disappears into your ear, filling the confined space and pushing against your eardrum.

You scream as pain shoots through you; not just from his cock in your ear, but from every part of your battered body. Your muscles convulse uncontrollably, going limp and numb as shock begins to set in. Blood pools around you on the floor, forming a dark red lake that spreads outward like spilled wine.

And then, finally, everything goes black.

You awaken with a start, your heart racing and your body covered in a cold sweat. For a moment, you can't remember where you are or what's happening; then the memory comes flooding back, like a nightmare that won't let go.

He's there, looming over you; his cock slick with blood and saliva as he positions himself for his next brutal thrust. "Time to get up, sleepyhead," he says with a sickening grin. "There's more fun to be had."

Tears stream down your face as you feel him push roughly against your eye socket; it feels like every nerve ending in that area is on fire. With a low groan, he slams his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper into your ruined flesh. You scream and thrash uselessly beneath him, but there's nowhere you can go; no escape from this twisted reality.

With a deafening roar, he levels the shotgun at your head and pulls the trigger. Pain explodes through your skull as the blast tears through flesh and bone; you feel hot liquid streaming down your face as blood gushes from the wound. Your body convulses in agony, spasming uncontrollably as life slips away from you.

He stands there for a moment, watching with detached curiosity as the light fades from your eyes.

You feel him grab you roughly by the hair, yanking your head back violently as he lines himself up. With a vicious thrust, he forces his cock deep into your open skull; you can feel it pushing past layers of wet, squishy brain matter as he forces his way deeper and deeper inside of you.

You scream in agony, thrashing wildly as he fucks your ruined head; but there's no escape from this twisted nightmare.

With a final, agonizing thrust that feels like it's tearing your entire body in half, he finally finishes you off. His cock snaps with an audible crack, breaking through your skull and emerging from the other side of your head as lifeblood pours down his legs. You feel nothing; there's only darkness and stillness now, as if the world has given up on you at last.

And yet, somehow, a small part of you wonders if this is really it...