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After my ex... used me while I was stuck, he must have told his roommates about the "new sex doll" in the laundry room. He was still high, bragging about this amazing new sex doll he'd found. And... a little while later, one of his roommates came into the laundry room. He just stood there for a second, looking at me bent over and motionless. I tried to say something, but my voice was muffled by the drum. He must have thought I really was a doll. He unzipped his pants and started using me too. He was rougher, more clinical, like he was just testing out a product. Then another roommate showed up. They were talking about the doll's realistic feel while they took turns. I stopped struggling after a while. What was the point? From their perspective, I *did* look exactly like a sex doll in that position. I know it sounds horrible, but honestly? It's my fault. What did I expect, getting myself stuck in a washing machine in a house full of guys? I presented myself as a target. My clumsiness created this entire situation. If I hadn't been so stupid, none of this would have happened. So yeah, I kinda deserved to be used by the whole house. It was my bad for being in the wrong place at the worst possible angle.