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Not me being a normal human in public after spending my morning cumming to the most disgusting, violent degrading porn I can find
imagine you’re at the gym superrrrrr late one night
and maybe you’re a little paranoid because it’s late at night but you just can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching you
you check and check but you never spot anyone else in the gym
you’re not the brightest, so you see no problem in showering at the gym before you go home, even if you feel a little unsafe
you always act a little bit like a dirty slut in the shower because you think it’s silly
you stick your tongue out and look up with puppy dog eyes, pretending you’re about to have your pretty face absolutely defiled
you make a show out of washing your tits, massaging them and making them extra soapy
you of course stick a cheeky finger into your naughty holes, just to double check that you’re extra clean
you’re scared shitless when you hear someone open the locker room door
you flush all over absolutely humiliated and embarassed with how you were acting in a public space, thankfully no one saw you but the door opening was just what you needed to stop playing around
just as you’re about to turn off the water the curtain behind you is pulled open
you whip around, one hand instinctively covering your tits and the other your princess parts
before you could so much as get a scream out, you’re manhandled to turn away and are pressed into the shower wall
a giant hand covers your mouth and another holds your slutty body tight to the man behind you, you struggle against him, only causing his grip to tighten
the arm holding you keeps you in place while descending down your body, he skips right over your achy clit and goes straight for your fuck hole
he slides two fingers in with ease, you tell yourself it’s the shower water that’s giving him easy entry but deep down you know that’s not true
his fingers work almost too fast leaving you dizzy and unsatisfied
you continue your futile attempt to break free, accidentally fucking yourself more on his fingers
before you can process what’s happening he rips his fingers out, your abused pussy clenching and leaking around nothing
a hard hand smacks your tits, when you go to scream the fingers that were just in you get shoved down your throat, you gag as you taste yourself on your r4pist’s fingers
you feel his hard, throbbing cock at your drippy hole
you go to scream only to choke and gag more on the fingers being forced down your throat
the man behind you wastes no time filling you up, stuffing you in one go, the stretch of his massive cock burns but your eager whore hole greedily accepts the intrusion
the man stands up fully and lifts you with him, you sink onto his cock more, crying from the fullness
he leaves the two of you like that for a bit, forcing you to cock warm
you start to cry once you realize just how much of a mess you’re making all over his dick
you haven’t stopped leaking, your body knowing it needs a good fucking
you whine and are horrified when you find your hips starting to rock, desperately seeking to be fucked
“good girl”
you’re relieved for a few moments as he fucks you up and down on his monster cock
you’re dangerously close to cumming when he sets you back down and bends you over
he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and his dick out of your fuck hole, ruining your orgasm you were so close to having
before you can scream and cry and embarrass yourself more, your drippy hole is stuffed once more
this time though, it’s not a cock impaling you
no, he shoved your shampoo bottle as far as it could go into your tight little pussy
“no no no take it out!”
your ass is smacked hard in response causing you to shut up
“be a good little fuck doll or i’m not going to let you finish tonight”
he fucks the bottle in and out of you a couple times, the wet sounds of your greedy hole accepting any kind of fucking mortifies you
the bottle stills and you can’t tell if you’re relieved, your hole aching to be fucked again
one hand pushes your head down holding you in place, the other starts to prod your back entrance
you really start to kick and scream
“anything but that! please! you’ll split me right open, im begging you anything but that”
“shhhhh daddy’s gonna make you feel so good princess”
one finger turns to two, two turns to three
every time a finger gets added the bottle buried in your cunt is fucked in and out of you
you’re a moaning, groaning, overstimulated mess
dumbly, you fall for the same slap scream finger combo as before
you’re forced to taste your ass as the man positions himself to enter your other fuck hole
this time he doesn’t hold back, fucking you at a brutal pace
it hurts but the fucking in your ass causes the shampoo bottle in your cunt to rub deliciously against the sweet spot inside you
you don’t cum but he does
you feel hot, thick ropes of sperm shoot into your ass as he stills
you stay like that for a long time, a bottle in your fuck hole and a fat cock cock warming your other fuck hole
the man plays with your nipples while you’re forced to cock warm
“i gotta keep you ready and fuckable for the next few rounds”
want somebody to rape me until I turn so dizzy that I almost faint, then have them roughly pull my head back & wake me up again, back to being overstimulated & crying 🥺
when they rape me next to a dumpster to remind me my worth <333
when they sit you down on their lap and jerk off to your trauma & tell you it was your fault <333
going to a party tonight, I wish a man would pull me to the corner, get me all drunk and drugged, and make me fall all docile in his lap <3
wish he'd then make the party's drunk little fuckdoll, have everyone pass me around and get a taste of me, spill drinks on me, watch me try to resist as they use my little holes until I eventually give up & let them do what they want to me <33
wish daddy would buy me another plushie so I can hold it while he watches me gasp from him raping my little body again 🧸 <333
little girl pushing her daddy away with her little hands as he rapes her kitty but still keeping quiet because she doesn't want to break her and daddy's little secret, when? <3
fuck, I need someone to sit me down on their lap and make me talk about my trauma as they rub me, watch me squirm and get all teary eyed <3
tell me to be a good girl or else they're gonna take me back to my rapist and let him ruin my little body <33
fuck I need someone to be mean to me so very bad right now <3 just treat me like a toy, throw me around, wrap their hands around my neck and fuck all my holes <3
tell me to shut the fuck up as I sob and beg them to stop, bruise me up and tell me I deserve it <3
gosh, I need someone to ruin me completely, break me so horribly I can't think of anything but them <3
The Dinner
Your promised special evening couldn't have been better. Dinner at the posh restaurant, even though you made me eat new things that I've tried before (surprisingly delicious although I won't tell you that, haha), wine, though I usually don't drink it, was amazing. I had always thought all wine tasted like that inexpensive vinegar that I had tried before. But at $250 a bottle, my eyes were opened to the explosion of flavors that I never knew could exist together. My head is still spinning but I don't know if it is from the wine or the giddiness of being on your arm, our finally being together after so long.
Not even the cool night air upon leaving the restaurant could clear my head. It was as though the pleasure of being with you clouded all other perceptions, making even the lights of the parking lot glow oddly, like a watercolor painting where colors bled beautifully across lines that shouldn't be crossed.
Suddenly, a grip that was not your own ripped me from your arm. I hadn't heard anyone approach, but we were surrounded by bodies and I felt tossed from one set of hands to another. I cannot find my voice – was that from the wine, or was it more? Even your voice echoed like from a tunnel instead of clearly like you are but a few feet from me. Your protests, angry and loud cannot make me shake the cloud that has settled on my mind. Faces flash briefly before my eyes – isn't that the face of the waiter who served the wine? Too late to decide as the black hood shuts out the dim light of the parking lot.
I can't hear your voice any longer. Oddly, my concern is for your safety more than my own as the vehicle that I've been tossed into rumbles off across speed bumps, ignoring any sense of safety as we speed to some destination – where? Where am I being taken? I can't think, not from fear – that makes your senses sharper. No, this lingering feeling has to be from something else. Could it have been the wine that tasted so good? Did the sweet savor disguise something more sinister within? I don't have time to ponder it as we pull into what I guess is a driveway and screech to a stop. My abductors have been strangely quiet, not responding to my pleas to let me go or explain what is happening. The doors open and this time the shock of the night air not only doesn't clear away my confusion but seems to make this less clear.
The burly chest that had held me fast at the parking lot now practically lifts me from my seat, half carrying me and half leading, and takes me up some steps and through a door that slams loudly behind me. I know I should be feeling more fear than I am, but my body responds oppositely, almost tingling in anticipation of the unknown. My wrists had been secured when I was first grabbed. Now they are released from my bonds but not from multiple grips as I am spun around and pushed against what I assume is a wall. There I am held as item after item of my clothing is taken – ripped, from my body, yet I cannot find the words to protest. My tongue is tied by what I am now convinced was more than just wine. Drugs perhaps? Had to have been to make my fear be replaced by the strange euphoria.
As each piece of clothing is pulled away, it is replaced by rough, searching hands or damp clamping lips. My skin has become a canvas to be painted by forceful tongues behind sensual lips and pressing fingers that electrify my senses. I feel my nipples grow hard against my will as they are circled simultaneously by two tongues, applying just the right amount of pressure to send shivers from the top of my spine to the end of my toes. I open my mouth to protest but the only thing to escape is a deep sigh of pleasure at all the sensations that are exploding all over my body. The hood over my head is pulled up halfway so that my eyes are still covered and then secured behind my head so that it becomes a binding mask. But one flash of light before the task is completed lets me see a sliver of the face of one of my captors. I have to be drugged because it looked for that instant like my Dom's co-worker who I had met only briefly once but had made an impression by his rugged, handsome features. No, it could not be, could it?
The thought is ripped from my mind as my gaping mouth, gasping at growing pleasure from being touched from so many directions at once, is suddenly filled with two fingers. Instead of defensively biting it, I find myself sucking them, tasting my juices on them, realizing that they were the ones that had just now stopped pumping my unresisting pussy, now dripping with evidence of my excitement mixed with fear. I moaned at the wonderful taste of myself as other fingers took the place of those that were now in my mouth. My hips involuntarily pump onto the hand that is against me while his (I assume his) fingers are curling against my inner walls and are driven relentlessly as deep as they can go into my tightness.
The owner of the ones in my mouth must be satisfied that I will not bite him, because the fingers are briefly pulled out and replaced by a thick, throbbing cock which I eagerly take in, licking and sucking as it literally fills my mouth. My moans as I suck it must seem like a vibrator to its owner because I hear the first sounds from him as he growls his pleasure at my tongue swirling around his tip. I know it shouldn't, but the sound urges me on and I feel his cock start to pulse against the roof of my mouth and I realize he is close to cumming. But I can't think about that now as fingers are withdrawn from my drenched pussy and replaced by another cock, thicker and longer than the one that fills my mouth. I struggle against the hands holding my wrists down. They probably would allow them to be free if they knew that I only wanted to stroke the cock that trembles against my lips. Where is the fear that I should be feeling? The disgust at being ravaged by I don't know who? It could be anyone, but whatever was in the wine has me not caring as long as the cock in my pussy keeps filling me over and over with those long, deep strokes.
The owner of the cock in my mouth pulls out suddenly and I almost cry out in disappointment as I feel his hot load spill out over my boobs, which only moments before had had two sets of lips attached to each nipple. How many of them are there, anyway? I have no way of knowing and actually don't care as long as they don't stop. That is until I hear, “OK, guys, she's ready for me. Back off.”
My heart nearly stops. Even through the drug-induced fog of pleasure, I recognize your voice. As they remove the mask/hood, you are standing naked in front of me, your cock at the ready.
"I promised you a CNC adventure. I had to wait these weeks to give it to you so that you would forget and it would be a surprise. But just to make sure that you would be too frightened, I had to add a bit of "incentive" to your wine. I've loved watching you be pleasured, but I can't hold back any longer. I need you too much now.”
My mind seems to clear at your words, but the pleasure of the last minutes lingers as you kneel and fall into me. Moments later, all is awash in torrential waves of pleasure as my pussy squeezes the last of your cum into me while my body is wracked with ecstasy from my own cumming.
Best. Dinner. Ever!
The Dinner
Your promised special evening couldn't have been better. Dinner at the posh restaurant, even though you made me eat new things that I've tried before (surprisingly delicious although I won't tell you that, haha), wine, though I usually don't drink it, was amazing. I had always thought all wine tasted like that inexpensive vinegar that I had tried before. But at $250 a bottle, my eyes were opened to the explosion of flavors that I never knew could exist together. My head is still spinning but I don't know if it is from the wine or the giddiness of being on your arm, our finally being together after so long.
Not even the cool night air upon leaving the restaurant could clear my head. It was as though the pleasure of being with you clouded all other perceptions, making even the lights of the parking lot glow oddly, like a watercolor painting where colors bled beautifully across lines that shouldn't be crossed.
Suddenly, a grip that was not your own ripped me from your arm. I hadn't heard anyone approach, but we were surrounded by bodies and I felt tossed from one set of hands to another. I cannot find my voice – was that from the wine, or was it more? Even your voice echoed like from a tunnel instead of clearly like you are but a few feet from me. Your protests, angry and loud cannot make me shake the cloud that has settled on my mind. Faces flash briefly before my eyes – isn't that the face of the waiter who served the wine? Too late to decide as the black hood shuts out the dim light of the parking lot.
I can't hear your voice any longer. Oddly, my concern is for your safety more than my own as the vehicle that I've been tossed into rumbles off across speed bumps, ignoring any sense of safety as we speed to some destination – where? Where am I being taken? I can't think, not from fear – that makes your senses sharper. No, this lingering feeling has to be from something else. Could it have been the wine that tasted so good? Did the sweet savor disguise something more sinister within? I don't have time to ponder it as we pull into what I guess is a driveway and screech to a stop. My abductors have been strangely quiet, not responding to my pleas to let me go or explain what is happening. The doors open and this time the shock of the night air not only doesn't clear away my confusion but seems to make this less clear.
The burly chest that had held me fast at the parking lot now practically lifts me from my seat, half carrying me and half leading, and takes me up some steps and through a door that slams loudly behind me. I know I should be feeling more fear than I am, but my body responds oppositely, almost tingling in anticipation of the unknown. My wrists had been secured when I was first grabbed. Now they are released from my bonds but not from multiple grips as I am spun around and pushed against what I assume is a wall. There I am held as item after item of my clothing is taken – ripped, from my body, yet I cannot find the words to protest. My tongue is tied by what I am now convinced was more than just wine. Drugs perhaps? Had to have been to make my fear be replaced by the strange euphoria.
As each piece of clothing is pulled away, it is replaced by rough, searching hands or damp clamping lips. My skin has become a canvas to be painted by forceful tongues behind sensual lips and pressing fingers that electrify my senses. I feel my nipples grow hard against my will as they are circled simultaneously by two tongues, applying just the right amount of pressure to send shivers from the top of my spine to the end of my toes. I open my mouth to protest but the only thing to escape is a deep sigh of pleasure at all the sensations that are exploding all over my body. The hood over my head is pulled up halfway so that my eyes are still covered and then secured behind my head so that it becomes a binding mask. But one flash of light before the task is completed lets me see a sliver of the face of one of my captors. I have to be drugged because it looked for that instant like my Dom's co-worker who I had met only briefly once but had made an impression by his rugged, handsome features. No, it could not be, could it?
The thought is ripped from my mind as my gaping mouth, gasping at growing pleasure from being touched from so many directions at once, is suddenly filled with two fingers. Instead of defensively biting it, I find myself sucking them, tasting my juices on them, realizing that they were the ones that had just now stopped pumping my unresisting pussy, now dripping with evidence of my excitement mixed with fear. I moaned at the wonderful taste of myself as other fingers took the place of those that were now in my mouth. My hips involuntarily pump onto the hand that is against me while his (I assume his) fingers are curling against my inner walls and are driven relentlessly as deep as they can go into my tightness.
The owner of the ones in my mouth must be satisfied that I will not bite him, because the fingers are briefly pulled out and replaced by a thick, throbbing cock which I eagerly take in, licking and sucking as it literally fills my mouth. My moans as I suck it must seem like a vibrator to its owner because I hear the first sounds from him as he growls his pleasure at my tongue swirling around his tip. I know it shouldn't, but the sound urges me on and I feel his cock start to pulse against the roof of my mouth and I realize he is close to cumming. But I can't think about that now as fingers are withdrawn from my drenched pussy and replaced by another cock, thicker and longer than the one that fills my mouth. I struggle against the hands holding my wrists down. They probably would allow them to be free if they knew that I only wanted to stroke the cock that trembles against my lips. Where is the fear that I should be feeling? The disgust at being ravaged by I don't know who? It could be anyone, but whatever was in the wine has me not caring as long as the cock in my pussy keeps filling me over and over with those long, deep strokes.
The owner of the cock in my mouth pulls out suddenly and I almost cry out in disappointment as I feel his hot load spill out over my boobs, which only moments before had had two sets of lips attached to each nipple. How many of them are there, anyway? I have no way of knowing and actually don't care as long as they don't stop. That is until I hear, “OK, guys, she's ready for me. Back off.”
My heart nearly stops. Even through the drug-induced fog of pleasure, I recognize your voice. As they remove the mask/hood, you are standing naked in front of me, your cock at the ready.
"I promised you a CNC adventure. I had to wait these weeks to give it to you so that you would forget and it would be a surprise. But just to make sure that you would be too frightened, I had to add a bit of "incentive" to your wine. I've loved watching you be pleasured, but I can't hold back any longer. I need you too much now.”
My mind seems to clear at your words, but the pleasure of the last minutes lingers as you kneel and fall into me. Moments later, all is awash in torrential waves of pleasure as my pussy squeezes the last of your cum into me while my body is wracked with ecstasy from my own cumming.
Best. Dinner. Ever!
you and your friends are watching the game at our place. i've just finished bringing you all drinks and snacks when you order me to sit. confused, i look around. all the seats on the couch are taken. that's when i realize that your best friend matt has his cock out, already hard. my eyes widen as you gesture towards him, but i don't dare say anything. i step towards him, and as soon as i am close enough, matt wraps his arms around my tiny waist and pulls me towards him. cold fingers pull down my panties. my pussy is still wet from the edging session before your friends arrived. but as matt slams me down on his waiting cock, he's not aiming for my pussy. i scream as the tip of his cock pushes through into my ass. “shut up, we're watching the game”, you say. i try to get away, but matt holds me down by the waist. he's so much stronger than me. my ass is burning as his cock slowly fills me. i feel tears running down my cheeks. matt grunts and then starts thrusting. when i look over, i see alex stroking his cock and grinning at me. scared, i look at you. you just shrug. “you're a free use toy, honey. better get used to me sharing you with my friends. don't worry, they won't make you cum.”
TW// intox, dubcon, somno
we’re sitting around the table with our friends, laughing and catching up, when she reaches into her purse and produces a pill. she drops it into my palm, and i look down at it. i know what it is; i know what it’ll do to me. i toss it back and take a swig of water to wash it down.
about 15 minutes later, things start to change. i realize that i haven’t been keeping up with the conversation, and when i turn to her to ask what was just said, my vision goes blurry.
“are you tired, sweetheart?” she smirks.
i manage to nod, and before i can even process the goodbyes, we’re driving home.
- her arm around my waist in the driveway -
- her fingers fidgeting with the keys -
- holding me tight as she leads me upstairs -
- the comfort of lying in bed, eyes finally closed -
when i feel her start to tug at my belt. i open my eyes and force my head up to see her standing at the foot of the bed, wearing nothing but a bra, as she slides my skirt down past my feet.
my head falls back, eyelids heavier than ever before, and i begin to doze off for a moment. suddenly i’m pulled back to alertness by the cold shock of her fingers pressed against my hole. she applies the lube gently, then softly forces two fingers past the entrance until they’re buried inside me.
“now you’re ready for me, baby.”
i try to nod, but my head is too heavy to move at all. it doesn’t matter anyways; she’s going to use me no matter what.
as her cock slips forcefully into me, i fully give in and let her take advantage of my limp body. i lie there for what could be hours, or days, or just moments, fading in and out of consciousness, as she groans and squeezes my thighs tightly and rams her length into me over and over and over again.
the sensation of her hips slapping against my ass repeatedly gives me reassurance that she’s enjoying me. i’m feeling good, too — not that that matters.
i’m barely clinging to the waking world when i feel her start to thrust harder, and hear her speak firmly:
“fuck, i’m going to cum. keep being good and let me breed you.”
my eyes would’ve rolled back into my head in pleasure if i could still understand her, but by the time i would have felt her hot seed fill my hole, i was already completely asleep.
she always gets what she wants. i tried to fight and lost. she won yet again. but let’s be honest, i didn’t put up much of a fight.
Daddy decided to use me today. (even when i didn’t want it)
Here’s the audio he took. 🩷
Daddy wanted me to send him some shower pics but i thought i would be a naughty slut and send them to you guys as well 😉
Would you fuck me in the shower? ❤️
Keep thrashing and I'll tear your clothes to fucking shreds and you can walk home naked when I'm done with you
"In my clients defense, Superbeast by Rob Zombie was playing on full volume"
"Sir- there are ten women missing!"
I ain't your daddy, I'm the monster under your bed.
Let me drag you under baby, let me make you mine.