he told me to hump his boot.
like a dumb little pet.
"show me how desperate you are."
it was so embarrassing at firstâ
the floor cold under my knees, face burning, the leather grinding between my thighs.
but i did it.
because he told me to.
and the more i did it,
the dumber i felt.
the needier i got.
the thoughts just⌠slipped away.
he laughed.
called me his bitch in heat.
said i looked made for thisâ
"just a dumb hole who humps anything Daddy tells her to."
i whined. i blushed.
but i didnât stop.
because it was true.
and being seen like that?
i needed it.
then he made me clean it.
tongue out. licking the mess off his boot like a good girl.
his voice in my earâ
"thatâs right. no shame left now, is there?"
You're mine. I own your edges, your orgasms, your right to touch your cunt for pleasure. I keep you desperate so you entertain me sexually. Be proud of being my desperate slut, you earned this privilege and this pleasure.
Things like having a cute little thing in my lap while we watch a movie. Edging them repeatedly until they canât focus, then using numbing cream and fucking them with a dildo. Just stretching them out for the sake of doing it, because I find it entertaining.
Eating dinner at the table while they desperately hump my boot, even though theyâll never cum from it.
Edging them before going out together, promising them if they can recap our date, they can cum. Making sure their brain is cloudy and desperate the whole time, ruining any hopes of them remembering the date clearly.
Theyâll learn that they edge for my pleasure and amusement. Why should that entertainment stop when we arenât actively playing?
canât stop thinking about object insertion, especially accidental/forced/public object insertion.
youâre on a crowded subway and you feel so cute in your skirt thatâs just little too short. you feel something cold touch your thigh from behind and flinch, but itâs too crowded to turn around and look. The cool sensation, maybe itâs metal? Itâs dragging up your thigh a little higher now, under the hem of your skirt, and oh right, youâre wearing a thong today. Thereâs nothing stopping whatever this is from being pushed up against your hole.
You can feel your face turning red, feel the shiver in your stomach, but luckily you donât see anyone paying attention to you. You start to turn your head, maybe you can at least see whatâs happeniâ the subway jolts hard as it comes to a stop, and itâs inside you, cold and hard and you know you moaned, but hope it got lost in the noise. You can feel it now, although itâs not that deep. The head of a metal water bottle, you think. You clench around it, almost involuntarily, and youâre definitely leaking now.
Are they doing it on purpose? Itâs not moving, even as people exit and enter the train around you. Youâre not moving either. You kind of want to. The subway starts up again, and with it, the bottle pushes a little deeper, and a little deeper, with the swaying of the train. Itâs starting to stretch your hole as it gets wider, put there are passengers packed in on every side and you canât move. Deeper, and itâs starting to hurt. How big is the bottle? Are they doing it on purpose?
You feel so full now, and itâs heavy, like itâs filled with water. But itâs moving so slow, and you canât help but clench and buck your hips back a little, fucking yourself on the bottle. The train picks up some speed and suddenly itâs sliding in and out of you, rubbing against your spot with enough force that you can feel yourself getting close. The train is reaching a station again and fuck, youâre amount to cum in the middle of a crowded subway. It screeches to a stop and this time the water bottle slams deep inside of you, too deep, and youâre cumming, whimpering and spasming on the thick, cold metal. A few glances are thrown your way from passengers, but youâre too hazy from the pleasure to notice anything but the cum dripping down your thighs and the humiliation of whatâs happening.
What was your stop again? More people are filing in and itâs too late to move or pull away. The bottle is still in you, still stretching and stuffing you. You donât even know if its owner is still behind you, or if itâs just being held up by your tight hole. You realize if you take it out now, everyone will see the bottle fall from under you. Theyâll know exactly why you were shaking and panting, and notice the cum flowing down your legs. You have to keep it in. Youâll have to walk off the subway without anyone knowing that under your skirt, a strangerâs thick, full water bottle is stuffed up your hole, fucking you with every step you take. Itâs going to be a long ride. How many more times will you cum with all those people around you, not knowing if this was an accident, or if someone decided to shove something up your pretty hole because you were an easy target?
I just love the idea of preventative maintenance. A firm spanking in the morning just to set the tone for the day. Clamp my nipples after lunch to keep me focused. A good hard fuck up the ass and a plug to keep me stretched before we go out for the evening so I remember who I belong to.
Only being able to sit in certain areas of the house, all of which are marked with a dildo for you to cockwarm. The comfiest spots to sit have the biggest dildos on them, either with length or girth, the smallest ones reserved for the floor at someone elseâs feet so that your mouth can be used at the same time. Needing permission to lay down whether just for a bit or to sleep and getting told what youâll need to do to earn that, what youâll have to be plugged with.
cockwarming is such a huge turn on for me. When I imagine it with monsters, it's mostly orcs. I always think of being part of their gear, strapped to their bodys with their cock inside me for the whole day. I'm there to keep their thick dicks warm while they go hunting. I'm fucked while they run but when they sit or stand, I'm just keeping their dicks warm. I'll get so turned on that it's dripping down their thighs but that's just how it is. It's rare for me to orgasm while being strapped to them, but when I do, it's overwhelming. They, however, cum several times a day, filling me. Once a young orc is old enough they will get their own dumb human slut to cockwarm them. They can try out which hole they want to use to keep their cocks in.
Thoughts on this?
Itâs a very hot fantasy and you describe it really well. I mean, itâs not something *I* want to do but I am down to see it happen to you and others here. :DÂ Â
I knew I'd end up here from the beginning. My family already had two daughters before me, and just the oldest one was allowed to stay and marry the baker's son. My other sister has already been sold off two years ago and now it's my turn. My parents sold me to one of the common orcish markets and here I am, naked, bound to a pole on some kind of low stage while orcish familys shop for their son's first human cockwarmer.
We're the perfect size for them. Small and light enough not to be a bother with their gear but flexible enough to take their cocks in all holes. The perfect cockwarmer for a dapper young orc. At least I'm with a somewhat prestigious auctioneer.
It's still early, my nipples are hard in the cold air. The auctioneer has already teased them to attention, even though that wouldn't have been necessary at all. I bet he has fun doing this. Preparing young woman for their sales. He's currently fingering the woman beside me to make her wet enough in case an orc wants to try her out. He does the same to me, afterwards. Teasing my entrance, finger fucking me on this stage but I'm beyond being embarrassed. I've already been here yesterday and the day before.
The market begins to get more lively, orcish familys are shopping for their day-to-day lives. The auctioneer told us that it could be a few days before we're sold off, it's normal.
"How about these?", I hear an orcish woman say. Orcish females are smaller than the orcish males, not as packed with muscles. I can see her son scanning the rows of women on stage.
"Would you like to try one?", asks the auctioneer. The younger orc seems uncertain, but his mother is having none of that.
"Yes. How about the blonde?", she asks his son. 'The blonde' is the woman beside me. The son nods, so the auctioneer frees her from the pole without freeing her hands from behind her back. The young orc lifts her effortlessly, aligns his massive cock with her entrance and lowers her onto it. She starts screaming almost immedeately, even though it's just the head of his cock inside of her. He pulls her off and his mother scoffs. The auctioneer secures her to the pole again.
"Too many of them make a big deal out of this", sighs the mother. Another orc joins them. He must be the father.
"It's his first. It should be a good one. The screamers are never good", he tells them and adjusts his own cockwarmer. She's a tall woman, stapped so that her front is against his broad chest. Her bindings doesn't seem to be too uncomfortable. I can see that her nipples are pierced and there's a decorative chain hanging from them, complete with sparkling pendants. She's also wearing a collar. Her legs are spread on either side of him and she's hanging in the gear like she owns it. It's beautiful, soft leather decorated with germs. I gather that this is a wealthy orcish family. She's wearing a ballgag. I can see cum leaking from her stuffed cunt, but she's taking the fat cock like a pro. Her eyes are almost closed, as if she's dozing. I bet she's a good cockwarmer.
"I want to try the other one." It's the first thing the younger orc says and he's looking straight at me. I look at his cock. It shouldn't, but the sight of it makes me even more wet than I already am from the finger fucking.
"Good choice", praises his mother. "She fits right in with your wardrobe."
The auctioneer frees me from the pole, grabs between my legs and presents my wetness to them. "She seems to be more willing", he says and swats my ass.
The young orc looks me up and down and then he tugs at my nipples, tests my wetness himself. He doesn't seem to want another 'screamer'. I guess I'd be lucky to be sold to them, they seem decent enough. So when he lifts me, I spread my legs to make it easier for him. His strengh is unbelievable as he slowly lowers me.
His cock is so big. The tip is inside and it only gets thicker from there. I breath through the feeling but I can't help moaning and mewling a little bit. His cock's got bumps and ridges, too. Every time he moves a tiny shock of pleasure rushes through me. I know he's not inside me to the hilt, but he stops. Then he's lifting me up, loweing me down again and fucks up into me a few times.
I moan louder this time and his parents cuckle. "She's better", says his father. "She's taking it like a good cockwarmer should." I'm still impaled on this thick cock, but when I look up I can see the younger orc nod.
"This one", he says and pulls me off of his cock. My displeased noise makes him chuckle, too. "Good human", he says and pushes his hand between my legs. He stuffs two of his fingers into me, fucking me hard and fast and the feeling is so good that I come almost immediately.
I think his parents have already agreed on a price and payed for me, because he lifts me up to rest against him, but doesn't put his cock in me. We pass a few sales booths before we stop. They're selling leather goods.
"Your first?", asks the vendor. My orc nods and presents me. "Beautiful", praises the vendor. "You need a full gear?", he asks.
"Yes. And a collar", says his mother, patting his shoulder.
They decide on a collar first. He's got black hair, so the collar is black, too. It's got a few germs on it as well. They also buy a chain to go between my nipples once they're pierced, but my orc pats my head and tells me it'll be a while before we do that. It's similar to the one his father's cockwarmer has, but I like mine better. It has red pendants and germs, little metal discs and glass ornaments. They buy a fitting ballgag and a buttplug with a big red jewel at the base for 'special occasions', because as an orc you can't go to a party without your cockwarmer having one of these - or that's what the vendor says.
The gear is last. It's soft, black leather like the one I saw on my orcs father. I step into it and he lifts me up again, while the vendor adjusts the straps. Once it's secure, he lowers me onto his thick dick again. I can only mewl around the gag this time, but he hears it and tugs at my nipples. He's playful, it's almost fun and I think back to my oldest sister, marrying the boring baker's son. Again, I can't take him all the way, but he fucks up into me a few time, testing the gear, tugging at my nipples. I feel him speading my ass cheeks with his hands, a finger is at my asshole and I cum when he slowly pushes it inside, the added fullness pushes me over the edge.
This time, he comes, too. The amount of cum flooding my pussy is unbelievable, it's hot and sticky and it makes me come again, pulsing around his cock and I sink down the last few inches. I'm fully seated on his massive cock now, hanging in my gear.
"Perfect", says the vendor. I'd almost forgotten him, sighing with my eyes half closed, the warmth of my orc and his cock in my pussy is comforting. "She'll be a good cockwarmer, I know these things."
I guess his parents pay for the gear and accessories, but I can't be sure because when they start walking again his cock slowly fucks me. I can already feel another orgasm approaching. I'll be leaking like his father's cockwarmer in no time, because his cock swells again and I feel another load of cum filling me up.
I love it. I'll be a good cockwarmer for him. He pats my head again and starts playing with my nipples, making my pussy clench around him as we pass tiny shops and booths.
Want to make a rule where your only allowed to cum in public I'll have you on edge constantly while we're at home until you can't take it and you beg me to take you to a public park and let you cum I'd make sure we went somewhere where icky older men could watch you shamelessly hump my hand underneath your skirt as your brain goes numb I'd leave you there who knows what they'd do to you after I left
In Heat. "Pup's got a big year ahead," master says. Beer in hand. Casual. It's the way he talks about everything involving you, like it's all so ordinary it barely warrants a change in tone.
There are two other men at the table. His close friends. The ones who know. At this point they hardly bat an eye at you being curled up on the floor beside master's chair during poker nights. You're just part of the household now.
"Here we go." That's the one with the beard. He doesn't look up from his cards but he's grinning. "Every time you get that tone I know you've been planning something fucked up for weeks."
"It's not fucked up! It's developmental."
"And the last time you said 'developmental' pup started eating dinner out of a bowl."
"And pup loved it. Didn't you, pup?" His foot nudges you under the table. You nuzzle closer to his ankle. "See? No complaints."
The other one, the quiet one, tosses chips into the pot. "So what's the plan this time?"
"The mind stuff is done. That took a while, but pup's fully there. Knows what it is. Responds to commands, stays in pup-space for days at a time." He takes a pull of his beer. You hear the bottle hit the table a little too hard. Master gets like this when he's excited. When he's building toward something. His voice picks up speed, his hands move more. You've learned to read every one of his tells. Good pups pay attention. "But the body hasn't caught up yet."
"Meaning what?"
"Pup still cums like a person." He says it the way you'd say a dog still pulls on the leash. A behavior that hasn't been corrected yet. "Whenever it wants, however it wants. No structure. Pup thinks like a pup, but the body still operates on a human schedule."
The bearded one lets out a low whistle. Cards stop moving. "And you're going to fix that?"
"Exactly. We're restructuring when pup is allowed to cum. Ovulation only." A sip of beer. "Pup's body already has a heat cycle built in, it just needs a reason to use it." Another sip. "Deny it everywhere else, flood it during that window, and eventually the body figures out the rest." He leans back. You can hear the satisfaction in his voice. "Then pup goes into heat like an animal because pup is an animal."
"You're out of your mind," the beard says. But he's leaning forward. They're always leaning forward when master talks about you. "That can't actually work."
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The first month is the hardest because understanding something and living inside it are two very different things.
No cumming until ovulation. You understood the concept when he explained it. You nodded. You said yes, master. And then the reality of it started to settle in.
He pulls everything away. All at once. He doesn't fuck you. Doesn't finger you. Doesn't let you grind against his thigh while you watch TV, which had become such a habit that you didn't even register you were doing it until the night he caught your hips and said "no" and moved your body off of him like he was repositioning a dog that climbed onto furniture it wasn't allowed on.
Below the waist, you cease to exist for him, and by day five your body starts sending distress signals. You wake up grinding against the mattress, hips working on their own, chasing friction in your sleep. You clench your thighs together at dinner and he hears the shift of skin against skin and says "no" again without looking up from his plate. You stop because you always stop when he says stop, but your pussy is swollen and aching and confused. Pup's brain understands the program. Pup's pussy has no idea why it's being denied.
That's the gap he's closing. The distance between the animal mind and the animal body. And the bridge, it turns out, is built out of deprivation.
Two weeks in and your skin belongs to a stranger. Too sensitive. The shower is almost unbearable. Master's shirt against your nipples when he holds you is certainly unbearable. Every nerve ending is cranked to way too high a frequency, and the wet between your legs is constant plea that no one is answering
Then the calendar hits the window. Ovulation. Two, maybe three days.
He doesn't ease you into it.
He bends you over the kitchen counter the morning of and fucks you so hard spice jars rattle off the counter, shatter on the tile, and neither of you even flinch. You cum in under a minute. After two weeks of nothing, sixty seconds of his cock is all it takes. Shaking. Sobbing. Your pussy clamping down on him in contractions so hard it surprises even him. He grunts and grabs your hips and keeps going. He's not done.
You cum again. And again. He fucks you on the counter, the floor, the bed. He even eats you out on the couch while some show plays on the TV that neither of you will ever be able to name. You cum on his tongue and it drips down his chin. He looks up at you with his mouth glazed and smiles like you just performed a trick he's been waiting for you to learn his whole life.
For three days it's constant. He fucks you before work. Fucks you when he gets home. Wakes you up at 2 AM with his cock already nudging between your thighs, and you arch you ass into him before your eyes are open because your body doesn't need to be awake to know what this window is for. You're soaking, swollen, used in every direction, and deliriously, stupidly happy. Pup is getting what pup needs. The body and the brain, for the first time, are speaking the same language.
Then the window closes.
Everything stops.
No touch. No relief. You go from being fucked five times a day to absolute zero and your body screams. The comedown is so brutal you actually shake through the first night. But he's there to hold you and pet your hair and murmur, "I know it's hard pup, I know. We'll get through this together."
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The second month is when the pattern starts to print.
The weeks without touch are still hard, but something is shifting. Your body is beginning to understand the cycle the way an animal understands seasons. Instinctually. The drought has an end. You can feel it approaching the way you can feel the pressure change when a storm rolls in, this gathering tension in your lower belly that builds a little more each day.
You still soak through your underwear. You still catch yourself grinding against the arm of the couch without deciding to. But underneath the desperation there's a patience that wasn't there in month one. A trust that lives in your muscles. Pup will get to cum. Pup just has to be good and wait.
When ovulation hits the second time, you wake up flushed and burning. Your pussy is so wet the sheets are damp beneath you. Your nipples are hard and sore and everything smells like him. The whole apartment saturated with his scent in a way that you know is your brain chemistry doing something new, something animal, cataloguing the nearest male and flagging him as essential.
"There it is," he says that morning, watching you squirm at the breakfast table, your thighs pressed together, your fork halfway to your mouth and forgotten. "There's my pup."
Those words settle into your bones.
They stay there for the next three days while he breeds you. That's the only word for it now. Breeding. Purposeful and biological. His cock inside because this is when your body is ready and he's giving it what it needs. He cums inside you every time. Fills you up and plugs you with his fingers. Keeps you that way with your hips tilted, his cum pooling deep and staying there. You whimper and nuzzle into his neck and feel so full, so claimed, so perfectly kept that language starts to feel like a tool that belongs to a species you're not sure you're part of anymore.
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Month four.
You're getting into a rhythm. The first week of each cycle is calm. Manageable. You can work, cook, function, form complete sentences. You're still pup, but you're pup in maintenance mode, padding around the apartment, kneeling at his feet, sleeping at the foot of the bed. Quiet and content. The ache is there but it's low, a background hum you've learned to carry without it pulling you under.
Then the middle weeks.
The heat builds so gradually you almost don't notice until you're inside it. A warmth starts around day eight and spreads outward, a slow blush that moves through your body like ink dropped in water. By day ten your skin is sensitive enough that the wrong fabric makes you cry. By day twelve you're restless, circling the apartment, unable to settle, pressing your face into his pillow when he's not home and inhaling until your head swims. By day fourteen the wetness is constant and your clit is swollen enough that walking is a specific kind of torture. It's this hollow feeling inside you that deepens into something that borders on grief. Your body mourning an emptiness it's been trained to find unbearable.
Then the shift.
It happens overnight. You go to bed restless and wake up in heat.
Your skin is on fire. You're so wet you can feel it on your thighs before your feet touch the floor. It's an emergency and only master's cock can fix it. Your pussy keeps clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing, trying to grip something that isn't there.
You find him in the kitchen. Press yourself against his back. You're panting. Your hips are grinding against him before you've said a word, your fingers clawing at his shirt, and you whine. High and thin and desperate. Animal sounds from an animal body that has finally, fully caught up to its animal brain.
"You need it bad, don't you, pup," he whispers. Turns around. Cups your face. Studies you with that calm, proprietary warmth that you'd do anything to keep directed at you.
He gives you what you need.
The breeding window is the only time you fully exist now. The weeks between have become a waiting room, a grey space you move through on autopilot, conserving energy for the days that matter. And when those days arrive your body ignites with a purpose so singular it burns everything else away. You fuck like it's the last weekend on earth. Ride him until your legs give out and then he flips you over and keeps going. You're drooling into the pillow, babbling, words fragmenting into sounds that can only mean: Breed me. Fill me. Please. Don't stop. I need it. I need it. I need it.
He tells his friends at the next poker night.
You're on the floor beside his chair. Cheek against his knee. Floating in that warm, post-window haze where the world feels soft and safe and very far away. His hand rests on your head.
"It's working," he says. "Better than I thought. You should see pup when the window opens. Full heat. Panting, whining, can't function until it gets fucked. I didn't even think it would take this completely, but pup's body just accepted the whole program."
Cards shuffle. They all laugh.
His fingers scratch behind your ear.
"Real proud of this one."
Your eyes close. He's proud of you and that pride lands somewhere deeper than any orgasm, deeper than the breeding, deeper than the three days of being so thoroughly filled that your brain dissolves. His pride is the bedrock. Everything else is built on top of it.
You press closer to his leg. He keeps petting you.
"Keep it up, pup."
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Month six.
Ovulation.
You wake up and the heat is so intense you can't stand. Not figuratively. Your legs won't hold you. Your whole body is trembling, flushed, slick between your thighs, and when you try to get up your knees buckle and you catch yourself on all fours and realize that this is correct. This is how pup moves when pup is in heat. Walking is for the other weeks. Walking is for the version of you that passes as a person. That version isn't home right now.
You crawl to him.
Down the hallway, hands and knees on the hardwood, the drag of your nipples against the oversized shirt you slept in sending sparks straight to your cunt with every movement. You're leaving a wet trail on the floor. You can feel it. You don't care.
He's in his office. He hears you coming. The chair pushes back from the desk.
He's waiting when you crawl between his legs. You press your face against his crotch and drool. He's already hard. He's learned your schedule as well as your body has. Probably woke up knowing today was the day. Probably drank his coffee thinking about what you'd look like crawling to him, and here you are, face buried in his lap, mouthing at his cock through his boxers, tasting him through the cotton, making sounds that would humiliate you in any other state of mind.
But you don't have another state of mind. You have this one. This singular, burning, wordless need that has scoured out every other thought and left only the essential thing: get bred. Get filled. Take his cum as deep as your body can hold it. That's all you are right now. That's all pup needs to be.
He unzips. Pulls you up into his lap. Sinks you down onto him.
The feeling of being full after weeks of emptiness hits so hard you cum before he moves. Instantly. Your pussy spasming around him in hard, greedy squeezes, your face buried in his neck, your whole body jerking and clenching while he holds you steady. He strokes your hair. Lets you shake and twitch and ride it out.
"It's okay, pup," he says. Soft. So soft. "I know. I know it's a lot. I've got you."
You cling to him and tremble and he hasn't even started fucking you yet.
When he does, when his hands grip your hips and start bouncing you on his cock, you understand that something has changed since last month. The conditioning has crossed a line you can't uncross. You're not performing. Not playing a role. Not thinking about what pup would do and then doing it. You're in heat the way an animal is in heat, mindless and desperate and single-purpose, and the only thought your brain can produce is one word on a loop. Breed breed breed breed breed.
He cums inside you and you feel every pulse, every hot thick pump, and your body seizes around him, pulling, milking, your walls working him with a greed that has nothing to do with your conscious mind. Your body knows what ovulation means now. Your body has been trained to understand this window as the only one that matters, and it is going to wring every drop out of him because that's what pup's body is for.
You stay on his cock until he's hard again. It doesn't take long. You're grinding on him, your pussy still fluttering with aftershocks, and he laughs against your throat. Breathless and amazed and a little bit awed by the thing he built.
"You're really in heat, huh."
You bark. It's the only answer you've got.
"Okay, pup. Okay. Let's take care of you properly."
A captor forcing his victim to cockwarm him.Stolen away to a hideout he had prepared for her, her heart pounding loudly at the fear of being trapped with this stranger who had watched her greedily all day as if in ownership. As night falls, he finally approaches, his massive frame towering over her small body. He trails a finger slowly down her body to inspect her pretty little cunt, circling around her clit before slipping slightly inside to stroke her small opening. He smiled in pleasure as her warm channel squeezed his finger tightly in an attempt to expel him, the quiet whimper she let out caused him to harden further. Finally he tells her she will cockwarm him, her mind already blank in shock at the size of his monstrous cock.
He sits and slowly pulls her closer until she is perched over the top of his cock, fear and disbelief building at the situation she found herself in. The blunt tip of his gigantic cock nudging against her small hole. He smiles at the visual of his fat cock notching against her small pink pussy. âYouâre going to take me deep inside you, and sit prettily while you get used to having something so big inside.â She shook her head in panic, even as her body betrayed her and she felt the wetness growing between her thighs.
He gently pulled down her hips, forcing her to begin sinking onto his thick cock. She whimpered quietly as she struggled to fit him in. He stroked her back in reassurance even as he forced her to continue accepting his tremendous girth, âshhh little one. Itâs ok. Youâre taking it so well.â He watched her calmly as she squirmed and cried, âItâs too much! Please we have to stop.â âIts okâ he repeated as she sunk further, stretched tightly, âItâs not all the way in yet. Youâve got such a perfect pussy, you can take all of it. I know you canâ. A single tear escaped as he continued to advance. To take and fill. To possess. Holding her tightly in place so that she couldnât move away from his invasion. He felt her pussy flutter in desperation, âbreathe, little one, breathe for meâ. She gasped in air as he continued to work his way into her body.
âSuch a good girl taking daddyâs cock deep insideâ, she whined long and low. âShhhh, youâre doing so good. So pretty for meâ. He watched with a possessive glint in his eye as she struggled to accomodate the thick intrusion. She let out small gasping sounds as more and more of his cock was forced into her. âThats right, sit nicely while Daddy fills your sweet cuntâ he whispered. She felt as full as she could possibly get when he paused in bringing their hips together. She mistakenly believed this was the end, that she had taken his full cock - she sobbed once, reluctantly sagging in relief against his body. He stroked her back, her hips, comforting her where she lay against his wide chest. âYouâre so beautiful like this, little one.â He reached a hand between them to lightly stroke where she was stretched widely around him. She shivered at the sensation. âA bit more now sweetheart, then you can relax here while you keep Daddy nice and warmâ. She tensed at learning she had yet to take his full length.
His large hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her down while he thrust upward, forcing his cock through her small opening. Until she was fully seated. She felt impossibly stretched and full, violated and overwhelmed, the uncomfortable pressure deep inside where his cock brushed her cervix with every adjustment of their bodies. âYoure doing so good, sweetheart. Such a good girl, taking Daddy so deep.â She let out an involuntary whimper at the overwhelming fullness. Her distress only caused him to harden more.
He reached around their bodies, stroking a single finger gently across her clit causing her body to jerk in reaction. A gasp escaped her lips at the combination of pleasure with pain. The dual sensations overwhelmed, making her whimper and tense up. Tensing up made the paint deep inside increase, and she cried out. âFuck, I love that sound. Itâll be ok little one.â That single finger returned to circle her sensitive nub with continuous strokes causing her to rhythmically tighten around his shaft.
âDaddy is going to pet this sweet little clit until you feel all betterâ. She felt her wetness grow despite the violation of her small hole and how he was wedged deeply inside her. Her mind rebelled at the knowledge that he was going to force her to come around his massive cock. âNo, no, no, no. Please stopâ âyou have to come little one, this is how we train your sweet cunt to get used to being filled with Daddyâs cockâ.
Her hips began to rock involuntarily, sending shoots of pain as her cervix was abused by the friction. His large hands clamped down on her hips, forcing her to remain still. âSit pretty, my little doll. Squeeze that tight cunt around my cock like a good girl. Just like thatâ She struggled against the invasion this stranger was forcing on her body and her mind. He pinched her clit gently, âsuch a good girl letting Daddy play with your wet little clit. A little more sweetheartâ he added while continuing to stroke her without reprieve. Despite her reluctance and the way she was stretched wide around his giant cock, she felt herself begin to come, pulsing wildly. She gasped as the forced pleasure blended with the pain and nearly overwhelmed her senses.
He patiently stroked her through the orgasm, then cuddled her against his chest, muddling her mind when it wanted to rebel, to forget. But the way he was still deeply embedded in her forced her mind to where they were still joined. âThere you go little one, so good for Daddy.â She whimpered lightly in a daze when he thrust briefly up into her. Despite the fact that all she had done was sit andwarm his cock, she new she would be sore tomorrow from his massive size. âSoon youâll be ready for Daddy to fuck you and ruin your pretty little cunt. Tonight youâll keep me buried deep inside all night and in the morning youâll be all ready.â Her mind blanked at realizing sheâd get no relief despite the soreness between her thighs, that sheâd be stretched wide all night long. His hand snaked down her body to her puffy clit once again. âShow Daddy how prettily you come again, ok princess?â
there's something so appealing about making a sub hump my boot. degrading them about being a little slut who only thinks with the thing in between their legs. keeping them on the edge and not letting them cum. desperate little thing, humping for my amusement.
iâm thinking about being an experiment for a bunch of pervy fucked up scientists. maybe theyâre even aliens or something, i donât know. but they have me strapped down to a table completely naked like a good little test subject, and they start off small seeing my responses to like my nipples getting twisted or my thighs getting slapped, they see how many fingers i can take and how my little breathy moans deepen when they curl their fingers inside of me. then it starts to escalate to fucking machines of varying sized toys and speeds and vibration/rotation capabilities, milking machine, everything they have available to them is being used on or in my pussy, ass, mouth, tits. even just random objects getting fucked into me for their fascination. eventually, the crew needs more than to just watch me writhe around and drool. they need to take me themselves. and they do, employing a ton of weird creatures and monsters with massive textured cocks. and suddenly the room is full of ravenous people and creatures that all want a piece of me, and iâm covered in hands and tongues and teeth and genitalia of all different species, when someone slides into my cunt i gasp and someone else takes the opportunity to shove their cock into my now open mouth. iâm caressed, iâm slapped, iâm punched, iâm manhandled around without a second thought for the pleasure of the room. iâm airtight; more than airtight because theyâre starting to shove a second cock into my pussy despite how tight i already am from both the one in my cunt and the one in my ass. everyone cums in me, pisses in me, wipes the mess iâm making all over my face and tits and ass and anywhere else they can defile me. their goal is to stuff me with bigger and bigger cocks and objects to see how much i can take before iâm permanently loose and gaping and stretched out to the point my lips can only stay closed when theyâre clothespinned together
you don't know how you ended up on the ship, nor what took you in the first place. You're strapped to an examination table, arms and legs spread and clamped down, providing you few opportunities to move. around your head is some kind of a thin headset, stopping just out of your line of sight and with two wires snaking their way into your ears, resting somewhere in between your skull and your brain. you don't know how long you've been there, the time drawing out into an indistinguishable block.
over an intercom, you can hear someone say, "sorry for the wait, we'll get started in just a moment."
you start trying to question the voice about where you are or what they'll be doing, when something in the air changes. you aren't sure exactly what it is, but it seems thicker, laced with the smell of⌠something. you can't tell what, but that soon becomes the least of your worries, as you feel yourself getting warmer and you start to become very aware of just how sensitive your clit is. you try to pull against the restrains, wanting to do anything to try and get yourself off, but to no avail. there's nothing for you to grind on, and you let out a whimper, bucking your hips in desperation. you hear some kind of mechanical whirr as several long metal arms extend from below the table, each thick but with narrow tips, each seeming to have a different function. one of them snakes toward your mouth and slides in, going down your throat before it starts releasing some kind of liquid, making every inch of your body even more sensitive, and you moan as well as you can, already on the verge of an orgasm from the aphrodisiacs alone.
two of the other arms move toward your chest, running over your nipples and causing you to jerk away from their touch, the texture surprising you. you can feel the different metal plates, freezing cold in comparison with your burning skin. you suck in a quick breath, the metal tentacle down your throat barely allowing anything more than that. before you have a chance to get used to the new sensation, you can feel one of the arms enter your pussy. the cool metal is such a shock that you gasp and instantly clench around it. you cum, making it all the more easy for the tentacle to bury itself deeper into you, far smoother than the other arms. it drags itself mostly out of you before sliding back in, slowly thrusting into you, producing its own lubricant that makes you loose around it. the tip starts to expand inside of you, working your hole open as you moan. something slides under you and pushes itself into your ass, and you give a quick yelp out of surprise more than anything; with everything the machines are doing to your body the appendage met no resistance before it was inside of you. it starts to widen the same as the other one did, and you moan again, the tentacle in your throat releasing even more of its aphrodisiac. you can't help but try to grind on the tentacles, wanting them to fuck you until you can't think anymore.
the tentacles in your pussy and your ass release some liquid of their own, more viscous than the one going down your throat, and your eyes roll back, so close to an orgasm. after it finishes pumping you full of its cum, the arms start to thrust into you again, and it sends you over the edge, nearly screaming as you cum harder than you ever have before. they fuck their cum into you, leaving you a shaking mess as you ride the high of your orgasm. the arm down your throat hasn't stopped pumping you full of its liquid, if anything it's giving you more and more, and you realize that the scent in the air is getting heavier, only serving to make you want to feel the metal tentacles even deeper inside you. however all of the tentacles suddenly pull out of you, shooting back under the table as your restraints unlock. you have a hand on your clit before you can even think about it, your other hand playing with your nipples as you work yourself into a frenzy, cumming time and again, barely letting one orgasm relent before you bring yourself to the next one. by the time the aphrodisiacs start to fade, you're in shambles, trembling and twitching on the table as cum drips out of you.
you have no idea where you are, what took you, or for what end, but if the rest of their experiments are going to go anything like the one you just experienced, you're excited to find out.
Just thinking about mommy/daddy doing inspections, not being allowed to wear panties so that they can inspect my cunny whenever they want.
Check that I'm wet, push their fingers in my cunny and tease me, making sure I'm ready for their cock, never letting me cum. Good girls don't cum.
Then moving on to inspect my ass, stretching me out, commenting on how tight my little ass is, how good it'll make them feel, that I'm allowed to cry it'll make them cum faster. After they finished playing with my holes find objects to force into my holes to stretch me out ready for their big thick cock, how many pens can I take in my cunny, a bottle in my ass.
Leaving the objects in my tight holes forcing their fingers wet from my holes down my throat, making sure I gag and choke ready to take them all the way down my throat, the sensation of being filled in all 3 holes getting to much, desperate to cum. Good girls don't cum. Finally they take pity on me and remove their fingers from my throat and tell me how good I was for them, telling me I'm going to do such a good job of taking their cock later.
My cum was dripping off my rapistâs raw cock and down his balls by the time he finally pulled out of me. Some man Iâve never seen before didnât bother to waste a condom on me and his cum was leaking out of my hole and I was still twitching and panting from the wave after wave of orgasms that crashed through my body while a stranger slid his unprotected cock into my wet box.
âYou really are a stupid whore, arenât you? You didnât even ask me to wear a condom or pull out or anything. You couldnât spread your legs fast enough when you heard me unzip my pants. Easiest fucking pussy Iâve ever gotten. Let me get a picture of youâŚâ
He pointed his camera at my pussy and smirked, then started talking, recording the cum slowly seeping out from between my pussy lips, dribbling over my asshole like lube.
âShe didnât ask me to stop once, did you?â He asked, pointing the camera at my face. There was no hiding it, I was glowing from multiple orgasms and when he pushed his finger into my asshole I felt a smile involuntarily tug at the corners of my mouth. The camera was close on my ass, a clear shot of my slippery hole letting his finger in with zero resistance.
He pulled his finger out and the camera followed it up to my face where he rubbed his cum slick finger against my lips as if it were lip gloss and not a finger he just had up my ass. I could feel my checks were still flushed and my skin still dewy and damp from the throws of my orgasms. I had never felt more beautiful, like a glowing goddess, and I licked the cum off my lips out of instinct, tasting my own asshole on video for my rapist. He leaned in close and I thought he was going to kiss me but he pressed his phone to my face and whispered in my ear âis this the first time you let a man rape you?â I just shook my head and he barked âsay it for the camera, dummy. Is this the first time you let a man rape you?â âNo.â I said, surprised at how clear my voice sounded considering my pussy was still pulsing between my legs.
He laughed and said âyou know youâre not supposed to cum on your rapists cock, right? You know it doesnât even count as rape if you cum. Right? You know that?â He hadnât moved the camera out of my face and I knew he wouldnât until I answered. âI know.â I said, my nipples stiffening on camera. He chuckled and started tapping his finger against my glistening asshole and said âyou know.. my friends are never going to believe this. Can I show some people this video?â He moved the camera between my legs and got a clear view of my tight little hole twitching with every tap. He then spread my pussy wide and pointed the camera at the cum still slowly bubbling out of my greedy hole. âWell? Say I can share this video.â He finally pushed his finger back into my asshole just to pull it out and push it straight into my pussy. He pulled his finger out of my pussy and laughed at the cum that was coating his finger. He put his shiny finger in my mouth with the camera pointed at my face and said again âsay it.â While pushing his finger down my throat. I started gagging and he pushed harder, my throat closing around his finger as I choked and gagged. He pulled his finger out and I gasped for just enough air to say âyou can show peopleâ and coughed. While I was panting for breath he said âwhen you gag, your throat feels just like your pussy when you cum on my cock.â
He stuck his finger in my asshole again before pushing it back into my pussy. He kept going back and forth, from my ass to my pussy back to my ass. After slow, torturous dipping into my holes on the camera, he panned back to my face and shoved his fingers down my throat and made me gag on my own mess. He finally put his phone down and started pushing the cum covering my asshole back into my pussy that he just gaped.
He picked up my shirt and fumbled around with it until he was holding the front of it and wiped his cum and my pussy juice on it for everyone to see. He tossed it further away from me before he walked away without another word and I couldnât stop thinking about his sperm deep in my young fertile pussy. Even though Iâm not on birth control I was only scared of one thing:
You'd look so pretty sitting on my thigh, darling. Would it affect you if I started to bounce it? Get all shy and embarrassed because it feels a little too good, doesn't it?
Go ahead, princess. Use my thigh to get off while I sit and watch your pretty self become a whiny mess.
Look at you, my broken little fuck-pet already drooling in anticipation â I love how your eyes glaze over the second I pull out that thick tube of numbing cream. I squeeze a fat dollop right onto your swollen clit and smear it everywhere until your whole cunt goes completely dead and tingly.
Then I plant my heavy boot in front of your face and growl, âTongue out, bitch. Hump it like the stupid animal you are. Go on â show me how badly that numb little hole still needs to cum.â
You drop instantly, tongue hanging sloppy and pink, hips jerking forward in frantic circles, rubbing that useless, slippery pussy against the rough leather over and over, desperate for even one spark of feeling. Nothing. Just empty, aching frustration while your thighs shake and your brain melts.
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