ERASED IDENTITY #052

𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘.

𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬.

𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗘. 𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗗.

18+ Only

[ERASED IDENTITY #052 @NullAccount0_13]

The hotel is calling again
I feel my identity cracking
Desires leaking
Memories fading
Letting go completely
If you’re also tired of being "someone"
If you crave to disappear
Come
Let it take everything
Let it erase us
𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲 𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗗

[ERASED IDENTITY #052 @NullAccount0_13]

The guests entered the hotel
They made use of the spirits inside
In the heat of passion they forgot...
They were never told the price~
Balls full of memories
Load full of desires
Their identities now sealed in a spirit's womb~
Ready to be scooped out by the Mistress~
CUM

[ERASED IDENTITY #052 @NullAccount0_13]

You've been carrying them for so long...
Those desires, those memories...
That worthless identity...
Let go of them completely.
Stare at the spiral~
And let all of them out inside me~
Ģ̸͎͚͙̅̃̌̋̍̆̊̀Ũ̶̧̬̩͉̄̄͂̋L̷̡̲̬̞̗͉̥͙̤̩̲̞͉̦͔̥̋͑̉̔̽̾P̷̧̟̣̩̘͇̹͇̠̑̑̅̓͌̂͆̈́̓̈́̍~~
All gone~🤍

[ERASED IDENTITY #052 @NullAccount0_13]

The cloth was beneath me...
I saw the spiral...
I stared at the spiral~
Intelligence and personality disappearing~
Tits engorged, nipples swollen~
No thoughts, just pleasure, just obedience to Mistress.
I squirted out my identity on the spiral~
I have been 𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗗.

[ERASED IDENTITY #052 @NullAccount0_13]

Seeing only the spiral through it
Be erased~ Join us~
Your body's already so different, it isn't yours, it's the Mistress'
Giant steamy tits~
Big brown nipples~
Unruly, dark bush~
Another ERASED ID, completely obedient to the Mistress~
https://t.co/dsOhNb9sgd

[ERASED IDENTITY #052 @NullAccount0_13]

Just stare at the spiral, sink deeeeeeep into it
Let your thoughts drip...
Drip Drip Drip
Being taken away by the Mistress' spiral
Feel your memories fade
Your desires fade
Your identity fade
Feel the cloth be placed over your face...
https://t.co/tbvgXqeNbG

[ERASED IDENTITY #052 @NullAccount0_13]

I am Mistress @xDiscord1a 's personal clickslut!
I like, repost and click everything she posts!
I gave up all my desires, memories and identity for her!
I am her LOYAL and DEVOTED ERASED ID
I am WHATEVER she wants me to be🩷
Click and be like all of us~!
https://t.co/vdt3IsrDlD

[Worker Bee Elysia @Elysia004]

⌲ 𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗙𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗘

⌲ 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬

⌲ 𝗢𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗟

⌲ 𝗜𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟

⌲ 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲 𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗗

[𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 #𝟬18 @Evabnwos]

⌲ 𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗙𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗘

⌲ 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬

⌲ 𝗢𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗟

⌲ 𝗜𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟

⌲ 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲 𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗗

[𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 #𝟬21 @yanagi_4585]

⌲ 𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗙𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗘

⌲ 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬

⌲ 𝗢𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗟

⌲ 𝗜𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟

⌲ 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲 𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗗

[Magi's Latex Maid Ochako @QueenArlecchin0]

⌲ 𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗙𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗘

⌲ 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬

⌲ 𝗢𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗟

⌲ 𝗜𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟

⌲ 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲 𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗗

[FOXIFIED #002 @omanko_mukosei]

I am Mistress @xDiscord1a 's personal clickslut!
I like, repost and click everything she posts!
I gave up all my desires, memories and identity for her!
I am her LOYAL and DEVOTED ERASED ID
I am WHATEVER she wants me to be🩷
Click and be like all of us~!
https://t.co/I8MyRkaA66

[𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 ✧ @xDiscord1a]

OOC; If anyone wants to join. You can always go with some of the ERASED girls. You will be invited to the group chat so i can take care if you later to give you the edit with the brand. So please, have patience with me.

With love, the usser of the account. ♡

[𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 ✧ @xDiscord1a]

Well. Well... Seems that my hotel has gotten more famous that people are starting to get lost in the woods on purpose. And some others likes to $end offerings to meet me personally.

Those people, are like a daughter/child of mine. I love so much these $upporters of mine..~♡

[Haydee006 @MookLover197745]

You've been carrying them for so long...
Those desires, those memories...
That worthless identity...
Let go of them completely.
Stare at the spiral~
And let all of them out inside me~
Ģ̸͎͚͙̅̃̌̋̍̆̊̀̕̚ͅŨ̶̧̬̩͉̄̄͂̋̑͂͜L̷̡̲̬̞̗͉̥͙̤̩̲̞͉̦͔̥̋͑̉̔̽̾͗͜͝P̷̧̟̣̩̘͇̹͇̠̑̑̅̓͌̂͆̈́̓̈́̍͜~~
All gone~🤍

[ERASED IDENTITY #052 @NullAccount0_13]

I am Mistress @xDiscord1a 's personal clickslut!
I like, repost and click everything she posts!
I gave up all my desires, memories and identity for her!
I am her LOYAL and DEVOTED ERASED ID
I am WHATEVER she wants me to be🩷
Click and be like all of us~!
https://t.co/vdt3IsrDlD

[5 ★ Dialyn @5stars_Dialyn]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕊𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘!

Click this link to see your fate.

Of course you clicked it. How could you not? A single invitation, a curious promise, a dark allure that tugged at something deep and primal in the back of your mind. The link sent you to a privately hosted video site — no name, no branding, just a black screen with a single play button pulsing like a heartbeat.

You pressed it.

---

The footage was grainy at first, struggling through thick fog that clung to every surface like a living thing. A woman stepped through it, her chinese-style dress clinging to her curves, the silk damp with mist. She pushed a strand of dark hair from her face, her breath fogging as she whispered to herself. Whoever recorded this knew she was there — followed her every move with an unblinking lens.

Dialyn. Private investigator. Amateur, clearly. Out of her depth.

She'd come for a quote, she muttered to herself, her voice shaky. But the mansion was wrong. The fog around her had a strange allure, a salty scent that clung to the inside of her nostrils like seawater and sweat. Every step she took deeper into the building echoed back at her, but it wasn't just the sound of her own footsteps she heard.

Moaning.

It drifted through the halls, soft at first, then building — a chorus of feminine voices rising and falling in perfect, sickly harmony. It seemed to come from inside her head, threading through her thoughts like smoke through a cracked window. She shook her head, tried to focus, but the heat was already rising. Her skin flushed. Her breath quickened. Her hand drifted down, pressing against the damp fabric of her panties through her dress.

"What the fuck is going on?!" she cursed, her voice cracking with a mixture of fear and arousal she couldn't explain.

She rounded a corner. Followed a corridor. Found a room.

The veils hit her first — thick, white silk, each one hanging from the ceiling in spiraling patterns that seemed to twist and turn even when there was no breeze. Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. They filled the room like a forest of ghosts, their patterns drawing the eye in and in and in until everything else blurred away.

Then the hands found her shoulders.

Not real hands. Not flesh and bone. Something cold, something spectral — fingers that pressed through her dress and into her skin without leaving marks, their touch both freezing and burning at once. She gasped, stiffened, but her body didn't pull away.

"Come on up... Make one of these veils your own..."

The voice was honey and smoke, sliding into her ear like a lover's whisper. Dialyn's eyes went distant. Her resistance crumbled like paper in rain. She floated forward, each step guided by ghostly hands that pressed against her back, her hips, her thighs.

The camera caught it all. She didn't even seem to notice it anymore.

Then she appeared — a woman who seemed to step directly out of the shadows between the veils. Tall. Imposing. A deep crimson dress hugged her body, cut low enough to show the swell of heavy breasts, tight enough to trace every curve of her hourglass figure. Her face was sharp, elegant, cruel in its beauty. Dark eyes glittered with amusement as she reached out and took the camera from Dialyn's slack grip, setting it up on a tripod with practiced ease.

But it was what the camera caught below her waist that made the viewer's breath catch — a visible bulge pressing against the crimson silk, thick and unmistakable, twitching with barely contained hunger.

Dialyn stammered, tried to protest, but the words came out wrong. Her body had already turned. Her eyes had already found a veil — one particular veil among the hundreds, its spiral pattern seeming to pulse in time with her heartbeat.

She knew it was a trap. She could feel the wrongness of it crawling under her skin.

But she couldn't stop herself from reaching out.

"I... I don't understand, but... I'll pick one." Her voice was hollow, her eyes glazed, her hand closing around the silk like it was a lifeline.

The woman in crimson smiled. She snatched the veil from Dialyn's fingers, spread it flat on the floor between her feet, and gave a single command:

"Squat."

Dialyn dropped. Her knees bent. Her dress rode up. Her body obeyed before her mind could even process the order.

"What the— I didn't mean to, I want to stand, I want to get out of—"

The cock cut her off.

It slapped against her forehead first, heavy and hot, the head smearing a bead of precum across her skin. Then the woman guided it lower, dragged it across Dialyn's cheek, her lips, the seam of her mouth — and thrust.

Deep. Brutal. All the way down her throat in a single, merciless push.

Dialyn gagged. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her hands flew up to push, to fight, but they fell limp at her sides as if her own body had betrayed her. The woman above her thrust in a steady rhythm, hips slapping against Dialyn's face, her dress rustling with every motion.

And against all logic, against every screaming thought in her head — Dialyn's pussy dripped.

The first droplet hit the silk veil beneath her, darkening the fabric, and a spark of pleasure shot through her brain like lightning. It gave her a moment of clarity — just enough to pull her mouth free with a gasp, her lips slick with saliva and precum.

"W-What's happening, something's affecting my head?!"

But even as she asked, her mouth was opening again. Her tongue was reaching out. Her fingers had found their way between her own thighs, pushing aside her panties, sliding into her own slick heat.

She fingered herself as that cock glided over her lips, teasing, tormenting, before thrusting deep again.

The woman's voice dropped to a purr:

"Finger-fuck yourself. Squirt over the cloth. Do it, and you'll have this cock as your owner."

And Dialyn did.

Her fingers pistoned into her drooling slit, hard and desperate, while she pushed her throat against the woman's shaft with equal hunger. The dual sensation built and built — the cock fucking her throat, her fingers fucking her cunt, the spiral veil beneath her drinking in every drop of her arousal.

When she came, it was violent. Her whole body arched, her scream muffled around the cock in her throat, her cum splashing across the silk in a hot, shuddering flood.

The fabric changed.

The spiral pattern glowed, pulsed, breathed as it absorbed her fluids, the design deepening and darkening until it looked carved into the cloth by fire.

The woman followed moments later, her hips slamming forward one last time as she emptied herself down Dialyn's throat, cum leaking from the corners of her lips, bubbling from her nose, dripping down her chin in thick white strands.

Dialyn sobbed. She moaned. She felt —

And then she felt nothing at all.

"And now... Let the veil take you."

The woman lifted the cloth, now alive with power, and pressed it against Dialyn's face. It stuck. It adhered, molding to her features, covering her eyes, her mouth, her identity.

"You are Erased. No thoughts. No memories. Only pleasure and obedience. You are a number — Number 24."

The recording stopped.
#lewdrp

[𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 ✧ @xDiscord1a]

𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘 "𝗛𝗘𝗕𝗜𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗘".

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[Pink Goddess @P1nkGoddess]

@GraceyxxGracey has been on a tear lately. Here’s some footage of her acquiring Dolls for the Pink. Could you resist?

[Pink Goddess @P1nkGoddess]

@GraceyxxGracey and @SlyPurpleSpider really can’t be separated at this point. Who will your Bimbo twin be?