If you looked around the shop full of brand-new fucktoys for sale, you'd be forgiven for thinking that they'd chosen to be here. With the way they smiled, giggled, and made eyes at customers it seemed impossible to believe that they'd been snatched up and forced into this life. Every one of them was in a different revealing little outfit, dolled up in makeup that gave them a big-eyed "fuck me" look, and making an almost absurd show of being slutty and horny. Everything about them seemed designed to draw the eyes of men as much as possible. Each had a price tag pierced into their ear, advertising today's 20% off prices. Under a sign in the front declaring the sale, a few were dancing happily with each other, and occasionally flashing their tits at a shopper as he entered the store.

Of course, if you went to the warehouse in the back you'd see an entirely different scene: rows of cages full of girls looking quietly miserable. Some were walking around, working on their makeup and practicing sexy faces in the mirror, preparing for their turn on the sales floor. They all knew that most guys who bought a girl like this only planned an using her until they got bored, before tossing her away and heading back to the shop for another. But failure to be sold was even worse. After a few days they'd be sent to the discount store, and after that sold in bulk to some corporation. Everyone had heard the rumors about what those girls suffered through during their very, very short lives.

Legally there were a lot of rules around the practice of acquiring new fucktoys. In reality, it was common for girls to disappear from their college campuses for no other reason than being pretty enough to sell. Many of them struggled to accept that this was their new reality. They weren't around for long. For those still alive, this was the only real option: accept their roles, act their part, and hope that whoever bought them would be entertained enough to keep them around for a good long time. They'd fantasize about being bought by someone nice and living a long life, even though deep down they knew they'd never seen a fucktoy who was reaching their mid-twenties.

Hi, I'd love to roleplay as a girl who's been caught up in this world and made into a disposable slut for sale. I'd like to be forced to act like a brainless doll who lives for the attention of men, even though on the inside I'm just a scared girl trying to survive. I want every part of my style and personality remade to cater to the male gaze. The more I have to debase myself, the better. Maybe if I'm forced to act the part enough, I'll actually learn to love being a toy for men to fuck and abuse.

Although this is obviously snuff-themed and would include it, I'm not interested in long and detailed snuff scenes (unless I'm being butchered or disassembled in some kind of industrial setting.) This is really more about living under the shadow of my inevitable death, and doing everything I can to postpone it. I'm totally open to any setting you'd like in this world. Maybe the local university has an on campus training program? Maybe you're rather go to a pet store full of girls like this? Let me know what my new life will be like!

Kinks: bad ends, sluttification, forced prostitution/pornstar/egirl, drugs, mindbreak, body modifications, slave/pet play, slapping/hairpulling/choking, shredded alive, cum/spit/piss, gangbangs, bukkake, being used in all holes, collars and leashes, amputation, anal, cock/balls worship, rimming, being filmed

Limits: Necro, scat, vomit, torture

I strongly prefer multiparagraph RP

[F4M] My life as a disposable fucktoy