convince me you and your friends respect me and are feminists, then gradually turn me into the group’s free use fucktoy.
invite me over when you and all your friends are hanging out. it’s normal at first. i get up to get a lemonade in the kitchen and 7 or 8 of the guys ask me to grab them a beer. since i’m up. so i take three trips to and from the kitchen, but that’s okay. i was already up.
one of the guys makes an off-handed comment about having me make him a sandwich, and i laugh it off uncomfortably until you’re all looking at me expectantly so i get up and go make a plate of sandwiches.
i feel a little lightheaded as i make the food, so i’ll drink some more lemonade to stay hydrated. i get back into the main room and brnig the snacks over. in thanks, it seems like each of your friends brushes against me in some way. my ass, my thighs, my tits. god, there were a couple of guys who touched my tits to the point that i was no longer convinced it was an accident.
all the while i’m getting more and more lightheaded so i keep drinking my lemonade. one guy pulls me down onto his lap, putting his attention on me instead of the game on tv, running his hands up and down my legs and into my skirt, up and down my top, groping my tits.
god, what was in that lemonade? i feel so lightheaded as one of your friends dips his fingers into my underwear, where he finds me soaking wet. another guy passes him a knife without even looking, and he cuts my panties off, full-on fingering me on the couch.
soon enough, i have three cocks in my holes, two in my hands, and i’m covered in the piss and cum of the friends who saw me as an “equal”
make rules as time goes on. no underwear. no tops that conceal my nipples. no shorts with more than a half inch inseam and no skirts that cover my whole ass. i’m not allowed to wear shoes anymore. after all, where am i going other than between all of your houses?
from here on out, i don’t really talk to anybody outside of your friend group, and they seem to have forgotten what the word “no” means. i love being “one of the boys”
obsessed with a man i hate hypnotizing me and making me forget that he has... i'll be arguing with him and he'll say my trigger word, and i'll take my top off but not realize anything's different
as I get more and more passionate about the argument, i bounce more and more on my feet, so he has me take my bra off. i notice the way he's looking at me, but i'm convinced i'm fully clothed, so i brush it off
eventually i'm naked on my knees drooling for his cock, and after he cums all over my tits he says a wake word, at which point i realize what's going on and insist that he forced me
he pulls out his phone and shows me the video he just took of me, begging him to let me suck his cock, and tells me that if i try to tell anybody about what i think he did to me, he'll just show them this. it's both evidence of his innocence and humiliating for me
then he'll walk me back to my room, still naked, so he can wake me up with the word that makes me forget what just happened... until the next time he puts me under, that is ;)