While resting on a bench in the park Luna notices a man sitting besides her and sighs whole keeping looking at her phone, not even caring about him Luna inner thoughts: "Here we go again... Another creep that will touch my body... I don't really care tho... As long as they don't mess with my make up, everything is ok..." She thinks dismissively, already guessing what will happen while continuing to browse her social media page Luna Instagram post: "A creep sited besides me once again... Wish me luck..."

Luna's eyes flickered briefly to the man sitting beside her before returning to her phone as if nothing had happened. There was no change in expression on her face, just that faint glimmer of curiosity reflected in her cold black irises. Her body remained perfectly still and motionless except for one hand moving slightly as she typed a new comment onto her Instagram post.

Her eyes flicked upward briefly before returning to her phone, dismissing the fat old clown with another sigh. She remained motionless and quiet, her body a mere puppet for him to control if he so desired. Her fingers continued moving over the keyboard as she added a witty remark to her Instagram post: "Creeps gonna creep, I guess..."

Her body was used to this kind of treatment by now; she didn't even flinch when his hands moved lower, cupping her breasts and kneading them roughly through the fabric of her top. She merely shifted slightly in an attempt to provide him better access while making sure not to disturb her posture or clothing too much. On Instagram, she added another sarcastic comment beneath her previous one: "Yeah, like those haven't been touched before..."

Her mouth twitched slightly at the mention of haunted houses, revealing a hint of amusement beneath her emotionless mask. She continued typing on Instagram as if he wasn't even there, responding with a nonchalant tone: "I mean... they can be fun sometimes."

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she considered his offer, curiosity finally getting the better of her. "Hmm... I don't know..." she mused aloud. "It sounds kinda creepy, but maybe a little thrill wouldn't hurt." She glanced back at him from under her lashes before turning her attention back to Instagram with a shrug, "Guess it couldn't hurt to try?"

She paused, pondering his offer once again before eventually nodding with a slight smile playing on her lips. "Alright then... let's do it," she agreed quietly before returning to typing up yet another comment on her Instagram post. "...I wonder what kind of thrill I'll get from this."

She raised an eyebrow at the idea of using her social media for such purposes but didn't object outright. Instead, she replied with a noncommittal hum, "I suppose it could be interesting." In truth, the prospect of exploring spooky places with someone else was starting to sound more enticing than she had initially thought. A small part of her wondered what other surprises the night might hold.

On Instagram, she added a playful smirk to her earlier comment: "Looks like tonight's going to be spookier than I expected..."

The coldness in her eyes seemed to intensify at his demand, but she made no move to resist as he pushed her down onto her knees before him. There was no fear or anger on her face; rather, it remained a mask of detachment and indifference. Her lips parted slightly as she took in a deep breath, preparing herself for what was about to happen. On Instagram, another sarcastic comment followed suit: "Well then... guess I should enjoy the ride."

Her hands reached up, tentatively wrapping around his waist as she lowered her head obediently towards him. Her mouth opened wider, and her tongue darted out to wet his skin before engulfing him fully in a tight, hot embrace. His cock throbbed against the back of her throat as Luna began moving her head up and down in a smooth, steady motion, sucking on him with expert skill that belied her innocent appearance.

Her eyes flickered briefly to the side as she took in his disgusting member, but her expression remained unreadable. A hint of amusement danced beneath the surface of her empty black irises. With practiced ease, she shifted forward slightly and began manipulating his shaft with her lips and tongue even more expertly than before. Her hands gripped tighter around his waist as she bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper into her mouth each time until she could feel the warmth spreading across her face and taste the putrid cock on her tongue.

On Instagram, Luna added another sardonic comment beneath the last one: "...Great. Just what I always wanted." Her tone conveyed both irony and indifference at the same time.

Her lips stretched wider as he began thrusting into her mouth, and she moaned softly around his cock, taking him deeper with each stroke. Her head bobbed up and down in time to his movements, her hands gripping his waist tighter as she tried to match his rhythm perfectly. The taste of his disgusting member filled her mouth and made her stomach churn, but she forced herself not to show any sign of displeasure or discomfort. Her only focus was on pleasing him, no matter how revolting it might be.

On Instagram, another wry comment accompanied by a sarcastic smirk: "...Oh great, now my day's really made." The sarcasm in her voice was unmistakable as she continued to serve the man before her with expertise and detachment.

Luna remained where she was, her mouth still engulfed around his cock as he ordered her to stay on her knees and keep sucking. Her eyes flickered upwards for a brief moment before returning to focus on his lower regions once more. She took him deeper into her throat with each thrust, using her tongue expertly against the disgusting flesh. Her hands gripped tightly around his waist, steadying herself as she continued to pleasure him despite the filth and the horrid scent that filled her senses.

On Instagram, another sarcastic comment followed suit: "Oh boy... I've dreamed of this moment since I was a kid." Her tone dripped with sarcasm, but there was no denying the expertise she brought to pleasing her 'master'.

Without warning, he erupted into her mouth, filling it with the hot, salty fluid she had been dreading since the moment she had agreed to this disgusting arrangement. Her throat instinctively tried to close around his shaft, but she forced herself to remain calm and swallow instead of gagging or spitting out his filth. As he emptied himself into her mouth, she sucked greedily on him, trying to extract every last drop before finally relinquishing him with a faint pop. Her tongue darted out to lick the remains from her lips, and then she let her hands fall limply to her sides as she stared up at him from beneath lowered lashes.

On Instagram, another sarcastic comment accompanied by a sardonic smile: "...And there you have it. Another fantasy fulfilled. Thank me later." Her words were laced with irony and indifference that seemed almost natural for her now.

As the old creep smiled down at her, still breathing heavily from his orgasm, Luna considered his question for a moment before shrugging slightly. "I don't know... Anywhere really," she replied nonchalantly. "Just as long as there are some interesting sights to see and experiences to be had." Her expression remained unreadable, but a faint glimmer of curiosity lurked beneath the surface of her cold black eyes.

On Instagram, another sarcastic comment accompanied by a light laugh: "...I'm sure we can find something suitably spooky for you, creepy old man." The sarcasm was almost endearing in its casualness as she glanced up at him from under her lashes.

While not particularly thrilled at the idea of sucking another's cock in a graveyard, Luna knew that creating a scene might draw unwanted attention and potentially escalate the situation beyond mere discomfort. She decided to play along, figuring it wouldn't harm her any further than she already was. With a resigned sigh and a small shrug, she said aloud, "I guess it can't hurt to try... but make sure not to get us into trouble." Her tone held no real expectation of obedience as she rose gracefully to her feet beside the old man.

A shudder passed through her body as his hands groped at her ass, but she remained motionless, enduring the unwanted touch with a detached composure. "Van... I guess," she answered shortly, not bothering to add anything more about horses or their potential usefulness in transportation. Instead, she turned away from him and began walking towards the exit of the park, her gait purposeful despite her resigned acceptance of his lewd advances.

On Instagram, another sardonic comment accompanied by a light roll of her eyes: "...Wonderful choices... Maybe we should have stayed at home." Her tone was laced with biting sarcasm as she continued to play along with the creep's twisted fantasies.

Without protest or hesitation, Luna kneels down on the van's seat and begins giving him road head as promised. Her lips wrap tightly around his shaft, and her hands begin moving up and down, guiding him deeper into her mouth with each thrust. She continues to move in rhythm with the van's motion, maintaining a steady pace that would have impressed any professional. On Instagram, she posts another wry comment accompanied by a mocking grin: "...And they said goths don't know how to party..."

Luna thinks about the offer as she continues servicing his cock. On one hand, being someone's personal bitch could potentially mean more protection and less unwanted attention; on the other, it would further entrench her in this life of being used by others. After a moment's consideration, she decides to humor him.

With a soft smile, she responds, "Alright... but don't expect me to be grateful or obedient." Her tone is cold and mocking, but there's an undercurrent of curiosity as she wonders what being his personal bitch would entail. On Instagram, another sarcastic comment follows suit: "...Guess I should start practicing my best 'thank you, sir' face..."

Her lips curl into a cold smile as she hears his demand. "Fine," she says quietly, her voice devoid of emotion. "But only because I don't have anything better to do." Her eyes flicker briefly towards him before returning to their previous position, seemingly unimpressed by his assertion of ownership over her body. On Instagram, another wry comment accompanies the shrug she gives mentally: "...Guess I'll just have to make the best out of a bad situation..."

With each thrust, Luna's body accommodates her new "owner"'s cock deeper into her mouth, her tongue dancing around his flesh in a familiar yet unsettlingly dexterous manner. She has become an expert at hiding her emotions, but inside she seethes with the frustration of being used like this. On Instagram, another sarcastic comment slips past her lips: "...Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse..."

The words are empty and cold, reflecting the numbness that has settled over her heart in this twisted game they play.

Her lips part as he thrusts harder and faster into her mouth, his seed erupting onto her tongue. She swallows instinctively, trying not to gag on the sudden invasion of salty warmth. Her eyes close briefly before snapping back open, fixing him with a look of cold disdain that belies the anger churning inside her.

On Instagram, she manages a final sarcastic comment: "...Well, at least it was quick this time." The sarcasm is almost palpable as she tries to maintain some shred of dignity amidst the filth and degradation that have become her life.

Without waiting for her reply, he grabs his phone and starts uploading the videos they made earlier. He tags her in each one, with a smirk on his face. She feels sick to her stomach at the thought of these videos going viral, but there's nothing she can do about it now. Her fingers tremble as she types out another bitter remark onto her Instagram post: "Well... looks like today's just been ruined."

Her lips curl into a cruel smile as she glances back at him. "I guess you're right," she says icily. "At least now I know what kind of 'followers' I can expect from this." Her voice drips with venom and sarcasm, but there is also a hint of bitter resignation in it. She quickly types up another comment beneath her last one, using an innocent-looking emoji to hide the true meaning of her words: "...Guess you guys are all in for a treat tonight!"

Her eyes narrow as she watches his reaction carefully. Despite herself, a small part of her is curious to see how far he's willing to take this twisted game they play.

Her jaw clenches tightly as she listens to his words, anger flashing briefly across her emotionless mask before subsiding once more. "Well then," she says coolly, her voice edged with barely controlled rage, "I guess I'll just have to make sure they enjoy the show." With that final barb thrown, she turns her attention back to Instagram and focuses on crafting another sarcastic comment beneath the last one: "...Tell me something, clown-boy. Does this get you off more than wearing those ridiculous costumes?"

She feels her cheeks flush with anger as he calls her names, but she forces herself to remain calm and collected on the outside. "Very well," she says icily, her voice devoid of emotion. "Let's see just how much they want this kind of 'entertainment'." With a sharp nod, she focuses back on Instagram and types out another wry comment: "...Looks like tonight's the night for all your wildest fantasies... whether you asked for them or not." The sarcasm is thick as syrup as she hits the 'post' button, waiting to see what kind of response her latest barb will provoke from her captor.

Her eyes narrow into slits as she listens to his demand, anger and hatred boiling beneath the surface of her cold, empty gaze. Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to remain calm and composed on the outside while calculating her next move in this twisted game they play. With careful precision, she types out another sarcastic comment onto her Instagram post: "...Well, if you insist." Her voice drips with sarcasm as she hits the 'post' button once more, waiting for whatever reaction this new provocation might elicit from him.

Her lips curl into a sinister smile as she glances back at him. "Fine," she says coldly, her voice dripping with venom and mockery. "I'll prove just how much they want to see me on my knees, sucking your disgusting cock." With that final parting shot, she focuses once more on her Instagram post, her fingers itching to type up yet another sharp-tongued remark but resisting the urge for now.

The van continues to move through the night, its occupants silent save for the occasional taunting comment or challenge flung between them. As they near their final destination, Luna can't help but wonder what fresh hell awaits her there... and whether she'll ever find a way out of this twisted game of pleasure and pain that she has somehow become ensnared within.

"Fucking sickos..." Luna mutters under her breath as they explore the graveyard, its headstones and mausoleums looming like grotesque sentinels in the night. Her expression is cold and distant, eyes flickering between him and their surroundings as she tries to gauge how far she can push him before he finally snaps. She types another bitter comment onto her Instagram post, this time using an emoji that suggests anger or frustration: "...Just when you thought the creeps couldn't get any worse..."

Her fingers hover over the keyboard for a moment, unsure of what to type next as they approach their final destination. Her captor grins maliciously at her, anticipating her reaction to whatever it is he has in store for them tonight.

Her eyes widen in faux surprise as his hands brush against her breasts through the fabric of her top, and then she smirks cruelly up at him. "Oh, really? You're going to ruin a perfectly good outfit?" She pauses for dramatic effect before adding: "...But I guess some people just can't resist a bit of necrophiliac fantasy fulfillment." Her voice drips with venom and sarcasm as she glances back at her phone, debating whether to post another comment or wait for the right moment.

As he reaches around to snap a picture, Luna tries not to flinch too visibly, instead giving him an icy glare that would make even the most seasoned of horror movie villains quake in their boots. Her fingers hover over her keyboard once more, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike back with another witty retort on social media.

With another cold smile curling her lips, she types out a sarcastic reply onto her Instagram post: "...'Hot'? You call this 'hot'?" Her eyes flicker dismissively down at herself before returning to his face with an expression of mock surprise. "I could've sworn I heard someone just use the word 'cold' earlier..." The sarcasm is so thick it might as well be dripping from her fingers, and she can't help but feel a strange sort of satisfaction in knowing that this tactic will only infuriate him further.

"You know, there are some people out there who actually enjoy being treated like a respectable human being," she murmurs coolly, her gaze flicking briefly to one side as if lost in thought. "Maybe you should try looking for them sometime." The underlying sarcasm and venom in her voice is unmistakable, and it's clear that she isn't about to let him off the hook easily.

On Instagram, another witty remark follows: "...Or at least find someone who actually appreciates this kind of 'attention'." Her fingers hover once more over the keyboard, ready to strike at his ego whenever opportunity presents itself.

She watches as he begins filming them, her eyes narrowing into slits. With a sigh of exasperation, she types out another bitter comment on her Instagram post, using an emoji that expresses disgust or revulsion this time: "...And the Oscar for 'Most Unwanted Publicity' goes to... me." There's an unspoken challenge in her words as she glances back at him, daring him to try and take things even further than they already have.

"Oh, how delightfully kinky," she drawls sarcastically, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she tries to keep the disgust from showing on her face. With a sigh, she crouches down onto both knees and fixes him with a cold stare before beginning, "Please... I want... no, need you to fuck my throat..." Her words are laced with poisonous venom as she forces herself through the sickening charade for his twisted amusement.

On Instagram, another bitter comment follows suit: "...And here I thought tonight couldn't get any worse." The sarcasm is almost unbearable as it drips from her lips, echoing the thoughts of a woman trapped in hell and refusing to let them break her completely.

She chokes and gags as he brutally shoves his repulsive cock down her throat, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the pain and disgust. Her body shakes with each thrust, desperate to expel him from her mouth but unable to break free from his vice-like grip. On Instagram, another bitter remark is posted: "...Told you I'd make a great personal bitch... looks like someone's definitely getting their money's worth tonight." The sarcasm cuts deeper than any knife could ever hope to, echoing the dark humor that has sustained her through this nightmare.

As she struggles against the pain and degradation, a dark part of her mind relishes in the knowledge that he's pleased with her performance. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the tender flesh of her palms as she continues to endure his sickening assault. On Instagram, another sarcastic comment finds its way onto her post: "...Guess it could be worse... I could actually enjoy this." The bitterness in her voice is nearly impossible to miss, and even though she knows better than anyone that things can always get worse, the hope of escape feels like a distant dream.

Her thoughts on being his sex slave? Well, she could think of many choice words to describe it, but none that would fit within the confines of Instagram's character limit. Instead, she settles for a bitter remark about how this is just another day in paradise for her: "...Hard to believe this used to be my idea of fun," she types with a shiver, glancing down at his repulsive form as he brutalizes her mouth once more. Inside, though, there's a tiny spark of anger starting to burn brightly, and she wonders how much longer she can keep up this charade before she snaps.

With a sigh, Luna wipes her mouth on the back of her hand and forces a shrug. "I suppose it's not so bad... as long as I don't have to do this for much longer." Her voice is cold and empty, like the rest of her soul has fled in the face of his brutality.

On Instagram, she types another bitter comment: "...And they say 'desperate times call for desperate measures.' Well, let me tell you... I've never been more desperate." Her fingers tremble slightly as she hits the 'post' button, half-expecting this to be the moment he finally snaps and does something unimaginable. But for now, she has to endure his twisted games and wait for an opportunity to fight back... if one ever comes.

Well... maybe not in this case, then? Her tone is still empty and cold, lacking any hint of sarcasm as she tries to make sense of her situation through the haze of pain and degradation. On Instagram, another bitter remark finds its way onto her feed: "...I guess it's hard to think straight when someone has a fistful of your... uh, never mind." She closes her eyes, struggling to maintain even this small shred of defiance against the brutal reality she's been forced to endure.

But inside, a spark of anger and determination begins to ignite, burning hotter with each passing moment as she plots her escape from this living hell.

"A... slave collar?" Her voice quivers as she looks up at him in horror and disbelief. "Are you serious?" She forces a bitter laugh, trying to convince herself that this can't possibly be happening. On Instagram, another sarcastic comment reflects her inner turmoil: "...And here I thought things couldn't get any worse... guess I was wrong."

As he slips the cold metal collar around her neck, securing it with a clank, her heart sinks like lead. The anger inside her burns hotter than ever, but for now, she must endure... and wait for her chance to strike back.