"Be A Good Boy/girl," Used As A Trigger, Implanted Deep In Your Mind, To Silence You At The Mere Flicker

"Be a good boy/girl," used as a trigger, implanted deep in your mind, to silence you at the mere flicker of disobedience; forcing you back into blank obedience.

Doesn't that sound fun?

Your girlfriend felt terrible about leaving you alone like that. In one moment of bravery, after she was halfway down the street, she finally got the courage to come back and do something. To bargain with your rapists, threaten to call the cops, plead with them to let you go, anything… but as soon as she saw you there, bent over with a man rutting into you from behind, using you, your eyes rolling back as the muffled whimpers leaked through your own boxers that served as your gag, she froze. She took a step back, transfixed by the sight, unseen by you or any of the men, and retreated to the other side of the street where she did absolutely nothing… but watch.

Her big, strong protector, her butch, her rock, the one she depended on to keep her safe… humiliated, degraded, reduced to nothing more than a weak, defenseless plaything for a pack of men. A gut-wrenching, heartbreaking scene… or at least, it would be, if it weren’t for this unwanted other feeling she was having… this strange warmth that was flowing across her face… and her cunt.

She tried so hard to keep her hand out of her panties as she crouched there in the bushes, she hated herself for how turned on she got seeing you at your absolute lowest… but no matter how hard she fought against it, the poor girl didn’t stand a chance… her pussy won out in the end; it always does.

hnghh... I love this idea. I especially love the idea if she tries to reconcile with me afterwards.

I can't really forgive her for leaving me, but I'm so shell-shocked that when my old girlfriend comes crying to me I forgive her just so I can have someone to talk to. I try to go back to our old routine, attempting to pretend nothing has happened.

But in private, my cunt is aching. I don't want sex, and she seems to understand, but whenever she leaves the house I can't help but fuck myself on my fingers. Every time it reminds me of the way those men forced their cocks into my cunt... but it's still not enough. Every time it ends with shame, but no matter what I vow to myself, I still end up with my boxers on the floor and moaning as I fingerfuck myself.

My girlfriend, unbeknownst to me, is in a similar situation. At night when I am asleep, she lays next to me and remembers my half-lit figure, bent over and violated on the street. Despite herself she finds herself jealous-- of the fact that I was filled and bred, but she wasn't. Sometimes she wishes it was her who was left behind.

Things come to a head the day she gets a message from an unknown number. They claim to be passing along something from a "mutual friend", and send her a video. When she opens it, her shock runs straight to her clit.

It's my cunt, split around a thick, long hairy cock. It's clearly from one of the men who raped me. She watches, transfixed, as I moan and sob as his balls slap my pussy. He fucks me harder until my cunt starts pulsating around his dick, clearly cumming. The man moans and his cock starts to throb. He cums balls deep in my cunt before slowly pulling out, being sure to give the camera a good show of the way my cunt clings to his cock, dripping cum. He reaches down to spread my folds, teasing them with one finger, giving my girlfriend a front row seat to the way my hairy pussy throbs, flushed and filled with cum. It's over too soon-- she plays it three more times before she cums on the dildo she's bought and hid beneath our bed.

In a week, when I come to her in tears with a pregnancy test in my hand, she tells me maybe it's not so bad-- we can start a family, she tells me. That night she touches herself as she tells her new 'friend' that he's going to be a father-- and when he'd like to come over to celebrate...

damn girl, you look like you are easily overpowered (flirting)

"spam likers will be blocked" spam likers can cum in my mouth

So, I'm a lesbian, I'm polyamorous. More and more people are these days, it's starting to be normalized, and honestly in this economy you need that many incomes to afford to move out from your parents.

So I've got my polycule, it's fairly large. 5 of us in one home, a couple more LDRs spread out across the states and all, and we're all women.

But we aren't all lesbians, and well, my first ever gf is Bi and I certainly don't hold that against her, but her new bf has been coming around so often, and we're pretty open about sex here so he's been in the room as a couple of us have fucked.

and he's bi but like, he's so tall and he dresses so straight, and now I know my gf is getting dicked down Hard in the bed we sleep in together, and he's gonna move in with us eventually. I started getting into L gets D stuff before he was in our lives, but fuck I can't help but imagine our polycule just becoming his harem, being owned. Not caring for women I used to date, just seeing them as competition for attention from our man.

What a wonderful scenario… a group of women, bonded together by love, living together by economic necessity, sharing everything with each other including each other… and then all it takes is one man to be introduced into the mix for everyone to start naturally gravitating towards him, instead. Your egalitarian connection fading away, and reforming into a very different kind of relationship… one where all of you are together, beneath him, united in servitude.

How convenient for you that you were already into orientation play, and this ‘kink’ of yours finally gets put to the test… knowing how hard your girlfriend is getting dicked down by a man in your own bed must leave you salivating. I’m sure you must be pressing her for details, aching to know what he feels like for yourself. Because you’re all poly, after all, I’m sure she’d be all too happy to indulge your curiosity. Will you be the first domino to fall? Will you give in to that hunger, and make sure your other girlfriends know how much you enjoyed it? Will you make them crave it too, until one by one he conquers another lesbian’s sexuality? Until you’re just a house full of eager toys for him, trying your best to outdo one another to please the man that owns you.

obsessed with a man i hate hypnotizing me and making me forget that he has... i'll be arguing with him and he'll say my trigger word, and i'll take my top off but not realize anything's different

as I get more and more passionate about the argument, i bounce more and more on my feet, so he has me take my bra off. i notice the way he's looking at me, but i'm convinced i'm fully clothed, so i brush it off

eventually i'm naked on my knees drooling for his cock, and after he cums all over my tits he says a wake word, at which point i realize what's going on and insist that he forced me

he pulls out his phone and shows me the video he just took of me, begging him to let me suck his cock, and tells me that if i try to tell anybody about what i think he did to me, he'll just show them this. it's both evidence of his innocence and humiliating for me

then he'll walk me back to my room, still naked, so he can wake me up with the word that makes me forget what just happened... until the next time he puts me under, that is ;)