Last month, multiple faggots, once prompted, applied for and obtained a new credit card exclusively to be drained.
Interestingly, the most common approval was between $8-10,000, generally on Capitol One or Discover.
Something interesting happens when cashpigs begin filling out the applications, and then see the approval come in. It’s a sense of reality; that the cravings and fantasies they have had for years, often lifetimes, are finally moving forward.
No matter the net worth of the cashpig, seeing one card designated for wallet rapings excited them. Taking on debt, feeling it drain, knowing they will be stroking feverishly as more is drained, and then the ultimate rush when the card is ultimately declined as it reaches its limit; pure euphoria for the cashpig.
In one cash, reaching the $10,000 limit took about 9 days.
Cashpig j###### has been serving for years, and has even reached some financial struggles as it is self -employed, and income is not always consistent. Still, it applied for the card on Discover, and was approved for $10,000.
Once approved, instead of a traditional raping working it into deep subspace while increase the amounts it is drained, I simply worked it up without a single demand. As it stroked, needing to feel debt added to its card, the cashpig began whimpering, begging to be raped.
And so a single demand. $999. Clicked.
The cashpig was hooked. Each day it messaged, needing it. It started early in the morning, before work. One quick $999 click, debt added to its card.
Each day, the faggot worked to delay it longer, trying to fight it. The addict would then message late morning, while at work, head to the restroom, strip and kneel in a stall, and drain. $999.
Until day 9.
The message begging came in at 6:47 AM. He couldn’t sleep, he needed it. Needed to transfer wealth. Needed to take on more debt.
$999. Clicked. Drained.
But he couldn’t stop. The rush was consuming it, its cock throbbing, kneeling, begging.
Another $999.
Almost the full $10,000 drained in 9 days. But for the cash pig, it needed one more step.
So off went a small, $50 pay mail.
As the cashpig tried to add, it was declined, and the best orgasm of its life shot out of its cock, its body shaking, its purpose made clear.
And even now, as it work overtime trying to pay down its debt, it is begging to apply for a new card.
Yes, the life and desperation of the cashpig.