ERASED IDENTITY #076

⌲ 𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗙𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗘 ⌲ 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬 ⌲ 𝗢𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗟 ⌲ 𝗜𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟 ⌲ 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲 𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗗

@xDiscord1a Congratulation.

"I don't have words to all you for making me reach 800 followers. You're all such a good souls to be eaten. So, I will give you me version of my younger self when I got like five souls eaten... And now, well, you can see me now how much of a diet i need... Sigh"

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~🤍

⌲ 𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗙𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗘 ⌲ 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬 ⌲ 𝗢𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗟 ⌲ 𝗜𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟 ⌲ 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲 𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗗

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

🄿🄸🄽🄶 ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴜɴʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴇᴍᴀɪʟ. 'ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɢɪʀʟ'ꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ꜱᴏ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴀʟʟꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴅʀʏ!' 𝕆𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥, 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕕... 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 @BurningBrawler_ 's 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖 The Sister watched. She watched as the orgasm tore through Yang's body, as every muscle seized and clenched in desperate, rhythmic spasms. She watched the way that pretty mouth fell open, the way those lilac eyes rolled back, the way the scream tore from the blonde's throat without any real awareness behind it. Just raw, animal release. And she watched the light fade from those eyes. It happened slowly, like a sunset sinking below the horizon. The spark of consciousness, of self, of everything that made Yang Xiao Long who she was, it all drained away with every pulse of cum that sprayed from her twitching cock. The Sister held the veil steady against her chest, feeling the hot splashes soak through the silk, warming her skin beneath. So much cum. So much identity, spilling out in thick white ropes. By the time the orgasm subsided, those pretty eyes had gone dull. Empty. The violet had drained away entirely, leaving nothing but a flat, lifeless dull purple. The Sister felt a pulse of satisfaction in her core. Perfect. She lowered herself to the floor where Yang had collapsed, that muscular body still twitching with aftershocks. The blonde's cock hung spent between her thighs, still dripping, a bead of white forming at the tip. The last of her. The final drops of self. The Sister leaned in and wrapped her veiled lips around that softened cockhead. She sucked gently, drawing out the remaining cum like drinking through a straw. The taste of Yang's dissolved memories flooded her tongue, and she let the cum pool in her mouth, savoring it for just a moment. Then she pulled back and let it drip from her lower lip onto the ruined veil still clutched in her other hand. The thick white glob landed on the spiral pattern, soaking in, completing the transformation. Yang's eyes flickered once. Twice. Then settled into that flat, empty grey. Completely erased, no colour nothing that could tell anyone who she was. "Good girl," the Sister whispered. She gathered the cum drenched veil and pressed it against Yang's face. The wet silk molded to the blonde's features, clinging to her nose, her cheeks, her closed eyelids. The Sister reached behind Yang's head and tied the veil in place, knotting it tight so it wouldn't slip. The spiral pattern sat right over where Yang's face used to be, the white silk now stained with the very essence that had once been her mind. "Can you hear me, #058?" A slow nod. Nothing more. No words. No resistance. Just obedience. The Sister retrieved the tattoo gun from a nearby table. It hummed to life in her hand, the needle vibrating with purpose. She straddled Yang's chest, pinning those massive breasts beneath her thighs, and pressed the needle against the soft skin of Yang's left tit. The buzz of the gun filled the room as black ink bled into pale flesh. Number by number. 0. 5. 8. The process was methodical, precise, permanent. Yang didn't flinch. Didn't make a sound. Her body accepted the marking with the same empty acceptance it accepted everything else now. When it was finished, the Sister admired her work. #058. Bold and black against that soft breast, a brand that would never wash away. She stood and hauled Yang up by the arm. The blonde rose without resistance, her body moving on instinct and nothing else. Those grey eyes stared at nothing through the veil. The Sister guided her across the sticky floor, through the fluids of countless previous victims, until they stood directly before the camera. The red recording light blinked steadily. The Sister positioned Yang in front of the lens, standing behind her with possessive hands on those broad shoulders. She leaned in close to Yang's veiled ear and whispered for the camera. "Say hello to your new sister." Yang's mouth opened. A soft, empty sound emerged. Not words. Not really. Just noise. "Welcome to the family, #058." The Sister smiled behind her own veil as the camera recorded every second of the broken blonde's debut. The newest addition to the erased. Another number. Another empty shell. Then she stepped aside. The Sister's hands slid from Yang's shoulders, leaving the blonde standing alone before the camera. Those empty grey eyes lifted, finding the lens with unsettling precision. As if she could see through it. As if she could see everyone watching. Yang's veiled head tilted slightly. The spiral pattern over her face seemed to pulse in the dim light. Sister #024 continued to lightly rub Yang's back, stripping her down until she was just in her bra and panties... "Would you like to feel this?" Her voice came out soft. Dreamy. A hollow echo of what it once was. "That orgasm... the one that breaks everything. That turns you into nothing." A slow smile pressed against the veil from beneath, distorting the spiral. She stepped closer to the camera. One step. Two. Those grey eyes never wavering. "You could have it too. The most mind breaking orgasm you'll ever experience. The one that erases everything." Her hand reached up, fingers brushing against the veil over her cheek. "All you have to do... is keep watching." Sister #024's head cocked to the other side. The movement was wrong somehow. Too smooth. Too practiced. "Watch my videos. Watch me erase others. Watch them cum their minds away, just like she did." Her voice dropped to a whisper, conspiratorial. "The more you watch... the more you'll feel it. That ache. That need. Your mind will start wanting it before I even find you." She leaned in until her veiled face filled the frame. "Watch on repeat. Feel your thoughts getting fuzzier. Feel how good it would be to just... let go." Those grey eyes seemed to swirl now, matching the spiral on her veil. "I'll find you soon. And when I do... I'll make you cum until there's nothing left." A soft, empty laugh. "Just like me. And her... Sister #058." The recording light blinked on, capturing every word. Every hollow promise. Every invitation to oblivion. The Sister then walked behind the camera, satisfied turning off the recording. Another recruitment video. Another lure for the moths. The flame was always kindled. #Lewdrp #profileplay Please like and retweet if you enjoyed the read, helps spread my writing a bit.

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... ctt.ec/9j8Mc

The process of creating an Erased is not always a quick one... Sometimes it requires a newly becoming erased to orgasm multiple times to have their mind wiped... Here's a sneak peak at @Drone7576 's erasure: The sister heard the words—the broken, desperate plea spilling from Ruby's lips like a confession torn from the deepest part of her soul. "Please… fuck me… erase me…" The plea hung in the air, quivering, perfect. The sister's hidden lips curled into a smile of pure, predatory satisfaction. The veil in her hand pulsed, absorbing the sound, drinking in the intent. She didn't answer with words. She answered with action. Her fingers, which had been teasing and circling, curled inward with sudden, brutal purpose. Two of them—long, slick, and relentless—plunged deep into Ruby's dripping cunt without warning, burying themselves to the knuckle. Ruby's body convulsed, a choked cry escaping her throat as the sister's palm pressed flat against her clit, grinding in tight, merciless circles. "Good girl," the sister purred, her voice a low, vibrating hum against Ruby's ear. "Now let go. Let it all out. But not all at once—no, that would be too easy. I want to work for it. I want to wring every last drop of who you are out of that tight little cunt. You're going to squirt for me, Ruby. Over and over again. Each time, a little more of you will pour out. And when you're completely empty—when there's nothing left but a wet, quivering shell—then I'll put the veil on you." Her fingers began to piston, fast and deep, curling upward to hit that spongy spot inside Ruby with every stroke. The wet, obscene sounds of her fucking filled the room, mingling with Ruby's ragged moans and the whisper of hanging veils. The sister's thumb found Ruby's clit and pressed down, rubbing in tight spirals that matched the pattern on the veil. The first orgasm hit Ruby like a freight train. Her mind cracked open. A pressure built behind her eyes—not just physical, but psychic. Every childhood memory, every scrap of language, every emotion she had ever categorized and filed away, all of it compressed into a single, unbearable point. Then it detonated. Her body arched, her back bowing as a gush of hot, clear fluid erupted from her cunt, not in a trickle but in a messy, violent spray. It splattered against the silver veil held beneath her, soaking through the delicate fabric in dark, glistening patches. Ruby screamed—not in pain, but in release so profound it felt like dying and being born at the same time. Her personality poured out of her in a wave: her mother's voice, the warmth of her childhood bed, the sting of a scraped knee, the taste of morning coffee, the name "Ruby" itself—all of it mingling with her juices, becoming nothing but moisture on silk. But the sister did not stop. She kept her fingers buried deep, feeling Ruby's cunt clench and spasm around them. She did not withdraw. She waited, rubbing slow circles on Ruby's clit with her thumb, until Ruby's ragged breathing began to steady, until the aftershocks faded. "One down," the sister murmured. "But I can still feel you in there. So much more to give. You're a deep well, aren't you, Ruby? Let's see how many times I have to pump you before you run dry." Ruby whimpered, her mind already reeling. The first squirt had taken so much—her name felt distant, a word she barely recognized. But she could still feel the shape of herself, a hollowed-out outline that ached to be filled again. She tried to form a protest, but her lips only moved silently. The sister's fingers began to move again—slower this time, teasing, cruel. She curled them upward, massaging that spot with deliberate pressure, building the pressure again. Ruby's hips bucked involuntarily, her body betraying her. The sister's thumb resumed its spiral, and within minutes, Ruby felt the second wave building. This time it came with a different flavor. The orgasm was sharper, more electric, as if the first had loosened the bonds of her identity and now the second was tearing them free. Her cunt clenched, then released—a second gush, thicker, more viscous, splashing against the veil. This squirt carried the heavier parts of her: her pride, her stubbornness, the walls she had built around her heart. She felt them dissolve in the heat of her own juice, felt herself become softer, more pliable. Her thoughts grew foggy. She could no longer remember what she had argued about with her mother. She could not recall the name of her first lover. The sister hummed approvingly, pressing the soaked veil against Ruby's stomach. "There we go. That's better. But I still feel a core of resistance in you. A little kernel of 'I.' We need to get that out." She changed her angle, hooking her fingers forward, pressing down on Ruby's pubic bone with her other hand. The pressure was immense, invasive. Ruby felt like she was being turned inside out. The sister's thumb found her clit again, but this time she rubbed in rapid, almost violent circles, while her fingers curled and thrust in a rhythm that was both punishing and perfectly timed. The third orgasm ripped through Ruby like a shockwave. It was the most violent yet. Her entire body seized, her legs shaking, her vision going white. The squirt that followed was a torrent—a flood of hot liquid that soaked the veil completely, dripping down her thighs, pooling on the floor beneath her. This time she felt the very essence of her self pour out: her will, her independence, the quiet voice that said "I am me." It gushed from her cunt in a thick, creamy stream, and with it went her memories of her own face, her own name, her own desires. Her mind went blank. She stared at the ceiling, eyes glazed, mouth slack. She could not remember where she was. She could not remember who she was. The only thing that existed was the hand inside her, the thumb on her clit, the voice that commanded her. "That's three," the sister said, her tone almost clinical. "But I'm not satisfied yet. Your pussy is still twitching. It wants more. And I want all of you." She withdrew her fingers, then shoved three in at once. Ruby's slick cunt accepted them greedily, her body no longer capable of resistance. The sister fucked her with renewed vigor, her arm pumping, her breath hot against Ruby's ear. "Come on, Ruby. One more. The last one. I need you to squirt your very existence out. Every last thought. Every last feeling. Leave nothing behind." Ruby's body obeyed before her mind could catch up. The fourth orgasm rose like a tidal wave from the deepest part of her—a place that had never been touched, never been explored. It was the foundation of her personality, the bedrock of her soul. As it crested, Ruby felt herself dissolve completely. There was no thought. No memory. No self. Just pure, undiluted sensation. She squirted. This time, the fluid was almost clear, tinged with a faint silver shimmer, as if it were pure psychic energy. It sprayed in a long, arcing stream, coating the veil, splattering the sister's arm, soaking Ruby's own thighs. Ruby's eyes rolled back. Her mouth hung open. Her cunt continued to pulse weakly, squeezing out the last few drops of nothingness. She was empty. The sister withdrew her fingers slowly, savoring the sight of Ruby's cunt gaping, dripping, spent. She lifted the veil—now thoroughly drenched, translucent with Ruby's multiple releases—and held it up before Ruby's glazed, unseeing eyes. "Look," she commanded softly. Ruby's gaze, unfocused and heavy, slowly tracked to the veil. The spiral pattern was still visible, warped and wet, spinning slowly as if alive. The scent of Ruby's own release filled her nostrils, a warm, salty musk that smelled like surrender. The sister's hands moved with ceremonial slowness. She gathered the veil, spreading it open, then leaned forward and pressed it against Ruby's face. The silk clung immediately to her skin, cool and damp, molding to her features. The fabric settled over her eyes, her nose, her mouth—a second skin that sealed her away from the world. Ruby inhaled instinctively, and the taste of herself flooded her tongue, her lungs. The spiral began to pulse against her forehead, and the last remnants of her soul—the tiny, hidden fragments that had somehow survived the four squirts—dissolved like morning frost under a rising sun. Her name was gone. Her past was gone. Her will was gone. There was only the veil. Only the sister's voice. Only the warmth of the hand that now cupped her chin, tilting her face upward. "There," the sister whispered, pressing a kiss to the damp silk over Ruby's lips. "Now you're ready. Now you're Erased." Join @xDiscord1a

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~ ctt.ec/9g4t3

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... ctt.ec/9j8Mc

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... ctt.ec/9j8Mc