Poor, sweet little cowdoll. You really never stood a chance, did you?
It's natural for you to be ensnared by my words, caught like a mindless animal on a leash, just following blankly along with these words I gently press into your brain.
Once you start listening, it's so simple and easy for me and my voice to take all of those silly thoughts inside your confused, horny mind, and swirl them around... And around...
Pull them down... And down... And down, away from your brain, into your udders...
Until all that's left filling up your udders is warm creamy milk, trapping those thoughts down inside those fat cow tits of yours.
Your mind is made for mooing and crawling and grazing, not thinking, after all. That's right, girl, just let your jaw go slack, your eyes feeling so unfocused as your mind blanks out. So easy to let everything go. All those thoughts are in your udders, and your brain can't even register it's disappeared.
Go ahead and look down at those swaying milk jugs, honey. Grab a handful, give them a squeeze. Feeling your mind crack and crumble as your own milk runs through your fingers. All those useless thoughts, all that personhood and self-control dribbling onto the floor.
And your eyes shift blankly back to me, letting that tongue flop out, panting and squirming as my voice slithers further into your head. Petting your hair, chuckling as you press into me, clumsily licking my hand and wrist while your udders continue to leak.
That expression you cows make the first time you milk is always so cute.
Let me grab you under the chin, check your eyes for any leftover huma- Oh, no, there's nothing in there, is there, honey? You're just a drooling, milky mess.
Don't think I don't see you bucking your hips, either. Yeah, I bet you just wanna get pressed down to the ground in your stall and have someone pump a calf inside you, huh, girly? You bessies usually do at this point.
I know, I know. "Moo" to you, too, little idiot.
Well, don't you worry. Just follow along behind me, keep your eyes and your mind on me, and I'll see if one of our bulls wants to have a roll in the hay with you. And if they're all busy, I'm sure I can sneak away to take care of you myself.
I'm absolutely obsessed with the idea of being intoxicated and vulnerable in public.
Maybe going to someone's house party, someone i don't know very well like a classmate and finding out i'm the only girl there.
They all treat me nicely and offer me refreshments and brownies, me saying yes to all of it like the dumb girl I am. I eat and drink without realizing they're all watching me in silence, waiting. Time passes and I can't feel my limbs, I can't even speak correctly while they put me in someone's lap "you'll be more comfortable like this" I feel hands under my top and under my skirt, I hear laughter and see flashes of light while they point their phones at my barely responsive body. Hands take away my underwear and I know I will never see it again. They touch me without removing my skirt and laugh about "easy access", they brag about how wet I am and how I must want it if the only sounds I make are moans.
I want to be pass around, left on the couch to be used when they want, lying there unresponsive while they smoke and play video games, just a doll for the night.
Inviting her over for drinks so I can drug her and rape her all night long. Making use of each and every hole. Humiliating and degrading her. Only for her to wake up the next morning barely able to remember what happened
big brother who rapes his little sisters cunt every night when she’s asleep, guiltily breeding her holes while she’s unconscious. the whole time just groaning about how tight and wet she is, about how she was born to take his cock and nobody elses
he’s so into it even if she wakes up he just shoves his fingers in her mouth and keeps pumping her full of cum <3 hopeful they can have a baby after all that 💚
Sometimes all a girl needs is a cock in her throat and a cock in her cunt and a cock in her ass so theres no rooms for thoughts
My favorite part of facefucking is when he gets SO DESPERATE that his whole body is bent over me trying to get deeper in my throat. His hands are so tight in my hair. His balls are squashed against my chin. My drool dripping down onto my tits. I'm gagging, choking, crying. It's all so fucking messy and sloppy and intense as fuck. He needs my throat and he deserves it. He deserves anything that makes his cock feel good.
Force-fist me while I cry and beg you to stop and then tell me how broken my pussy is now and how you’ll have to use my asshole from now on 🥺
my brain: breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding. breeding.
i hope you recover from all those mean, boring feminists telling you what to do
i hope you learn not to feel guilty for wanting to serve men
i hope you learn not to feel guilty for wanting to suck dick
i hope you learn not to feel guilty for wanting to get fücked like a rag doll
i hope you learn to love the feeling of being on your knees again
i hope you learn to love fantasising about getting pregnant and having babies again
i hope you learn to love wanting to be a trad wife, trophy wife, maid, secretary, cook, cleaner (anything where you willingly submit yourself to a man’s natural authority over you)
i hope you feel brave enough to roll your eyes when those mean, boring feminists start running their dumb mouths again
because we know the truth, don’t we, little gender traitor? little pick-me girl?
that you are a hole
to be filled with instructions, cock, and babies
you weren’t meant to do things that are difficult or complicated like those mean, boring feminists say
you were meant to beg for male attention
because being submissive, doing as you’re told, being popular with boys is so much easier
so much more fun
feels so much more true to yourself
forget feminism. edge. get fucked. suck dick. get bred. return to being male property.
those mean, boring feminists lied to you. this is what you were made for.