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Transandrophobia is not real
lying naked on the bed while two huge cis men kneel on either side of you and one of them is spreading your labia open with his hands and the other is rubbing your clit with his whole palm and they're both staring at your vagina and youre so embarrassed your pussy is dripping into your asshole
raped a fakeboy last night ā” first i ate her little ass and told her i would only continue if she was playing with her cunt the whole time. there was no fake jerking off her tcock or any of that bullshit, she used her fingers to rub her juicy fat clit while i sucked on both her holes. got her real high, then pushed right into her sloppy cunt and raped her until she came. bitch squirted everywhere. she was sobbing the whole time so i kept going until i fucked my cum into her, then plugged her up with a toy and fucked her with it when she passed out. recorded and took some pictures, took turns using different toys and my fingers to rape her with. used her mouth, pussy, ass, and the rest of her little slut body to get myself off before i came on her face. should've raped her ass, but i decided to come in her messy pussy one last time. she loves being bred, whether she's awake for it or not.
his head off the side of the bed. tears rolling down his cheeks. his throat bulging from the size of the strap I decided I'd fuck his throat with tonight. his body squirming as I smack his stupid chest. his scars all pink from the force I'm using. stupid. so fucking stupid. I smack his dick next. hard. he yelps and I bury my cock deeper into his throat as he gags and splutters. love giving messy head don't you mutt? fucking slut. this is all you're fucking good for. say it. come on, tell me this is all you're good for. you sound so fucking dumb mumbling around my cock. mm there we go buddy. my cocks all covered in spit and ready for that dripping cunt now. soaked the fucking sheets from just having your cock hurt. so fucking broken. it's a good thing I'm here isn't it? get on your knees faggot. let me fix you
pissing in their mouth without warning in the middle of head saying āaw iām sorry i just couldnāt hold it inā
little boy spasming on his mom's cock, cunt sopping wet and well-trained from years of being gaslit and raped shown the full extent of her love. his mom is harder than ever, wearing a vibrating cock ring so it buzzes against his plump clit with every balls deep thrust. she readjusts so she can fuck his cervix, cock ring steady on his angry little button. the expression on his face, completely void of any higher-level processing, eyes rolled back, drool streaking his chin and neck from the blowjob he gave her earlier -- she can't believe her own child looks like that. she's never gonna be able to not think about it when she's alone and stroking her clit.
she's glad she decided to set up the camera tonight. usually she uses her phone to film herself plowing his cunt, but with the tripod set up she can get her hands all over her boy while recording all of his cute, squirmy orgasms. he's been cumming so hard tonight too -- working that heart plug into his ass was a great idea alongside the ring. the kid doesn't know what to do with himself.
she's just grateful that she has the willpower to not immediately flood his womb with her load while feeling his drenched pussy grip her clit. still, she's struggling a bit the longer they make love -- each time he starts shaking and thanking her for another orgasm, she has to seat herself balls deep and stay completely still. the combination of the vibrations, his cunt having something thick and throbbing to suckle on, and his asshole clenching around the bejeweled plug is clearly distracting him enough from the break in his mother's pace, though. just to cover all her bases, she's leaned down so she can kiss him whenever she stops, and she switches to more of a slow grind once she calms down. he's definitely cumming more than he can think about it.
he's starting to choke on air, eyes totally white now, convulsing violently as his cervix struggles and slurps at her tip, and that's her cue to pull out to give him a break. she groans at the nasty, creamy noise of her cock sliding out, chuckling at how he squeals and squirts hard on her exiting length. they're still connected, his plump, young cunt fucked open obscenely. she really doesn't know how he's managed to take all of her over the months -- she's much bigger than most women. the kid's a natural-born whore.
"...mom," he manages, whole body shaking. she swallows down a strangled, short moan at the sight of cream drooling from his clenching hole, gripping her cock for a moment just to stroke its whole length right in front of his broken-in pussy. "yeah, kiddo?" she grunts, feeling her balls tighten up.
"why're you...why'm i getting fucked like this?" he whines, and she pauses, letting out a short, overwhelmed huff as she freezes, trying not to shoot ropes over his visibly throbbing clit at the words alone. holy fuck.
"'m sorry, baby," she says, feeling a little guilty, which is an emotion she admittedly doesn't feel all that often when she's dicking her boy down. but looking at his teary eyes, his puffy, teased nipples, how his lower half still trembles like she's still actively demolishing his boycunt...a tiny bit of sympathy creeps into her brain despite the delicious heat sinking further into her body. "mom's almost done. you think you can cum a few more times for me?"
she's already slipping back inside, not waiting for an answer. she sighs as she feels that incredible slide and her tip already squishing against his cervix. when he tries to open his lidded eyes, she can see how he's struggling to keep them uncrossed. "icann'tt," he attempts, but she's already forcing him right open, grinding her sensitive head into that tight pucker.
"doesn't matter," she mutters, angling her hips so he has nowhere to escape from the vibrator again, feeling up the soft peaks of his little tits. "take your breeding."
he frantically holds onto her forearms as she thumbs at his nipples, legs askew and kept apart by her body in between them as she digs deep inside him, and she rumbles in approval. poor fuckin' kid. the noises coming out of him are more akin to small, scared prey. it's incredibly erotic paired with the filthy noises coming from his traumatized conditioned happy pussy. she's so glad she decided to start raping spoiling her kid like this -- this is the best stress relief she's discovered in years. he clearly likes it too -- his underwear is almost always ruined when she does his laundry. he clearly can't get his mom's clit out of his head, even at school. even then, his grades are better, more consistent, and he's made far more friends this year than he usually does. her baby's been glowing. seems like he just needed some momcock to break him out of his shell.
he's already cumming when she bottoms out, a broken, pretty moan stuttering out of her as she feels her balls pulse hard against the cold metal of his plug. she grins, a breathy laugh spilling out of her when he wraps his legs tighter around her with every spurt of her fertile seed. a panicked, fucked-out mommyyy slips from his tightened vocal cords and a grunt escapes her, cock twitching with how hard he's clenching around her. maybe she...shouldn't enjoy this as much as she does, but that just makes it even hotter.
as she works her load into him, she watches him buck up against her with a tight grip still on her arms. the way he's looking at her is so maddeningly innocent, more than a touch of fear there, contrasted with his drooling, dominated pussy. he's practically daring her to keep fucking him full of cum. her cock jerks inside of him at the thought.
fuck. with the rate his breasts are growing...she's really gonna have to start wearing a condom soon.
lovingly, caringly, but impersonally lubing up and fingering and warming up a bound captiveās cunt like theyāre a familiar favorite machine thats just being a bit uncooperative, or like a beloved pet scrambling and crying but still held fast because its owners plans and decisions for its body just matter more than its own
After I'm done abusing you, I let you cry for some minutes. I take pity on you. I gently rub your back. I ask you if you need anything. You don't reply. I tell you to stay put. You know your place, so you do. I come back with a glass of water and a blanket. I hand you the water and I tell you to drink it. You look at me. You can't trust me, but you've been crying all night long. You figure you need it, so you drink. I cover you up with the blanket. I rub your back, I run my fingers through your hair, I caress your thighs. You feel dirty. Hollow. Broken
I tell you to take it slow. Drink your water. I'll be right back. I go to the bathroom and turn the shower on. I let the bath tub fill up. I come back and tell you to come back with me. We enter the bathroom and it's nice and warm. You have a pit in your stomach. You're not sure of what I'll make you do. I tell you to get in the shower, as I grab the blanket and take it off for you. You get in. The water is warm. You sit there, letting the water wash away the memories. You try reaching out for the shampoo, but I get it for you. I start washing you
You're dirty. Full of bruises and marks. It hurts. I tell you that I'll tend to them later. I'll wash your hair first. You feel like I didn't enjoy hurting you. Maybe that's what I want you to think. You're having a hard time processing what happened. Why am I being so soft, caring and gentle? You know I'm just manipulating you. Trying to make you feel like I care about your well-being. Maybe I just don't want my toy to break. You're not sure of what to think. But you feel cleaner now
When we're done, I help you get out and dry yourself. You notice I don't even try touching you. You go sit on my bed. I got you some nice clothes. Too nice. They're also exactly your size. They're clothes that you would enjoy wearing, if not for the fact that your rapist is giving them to you. You put them on anyways. I come back after you're done dressing with some ice packs and painkillers. I take care of your bruises, and I got you some more water to help drink some pills. You trust me, and you do as I tell you. I want the best for you
I rub your back, and your legs. I take such good care of you. You don't even recognize me anymore, but it feels nice. You enjoy this. You almost want this to happen again, just so I could softly wash your hair again, just so I could make you feel like someone loves you and cares about you. The pit in your stomach starts to hurt again. I continue to take care of your bruises, and I also apply some antibiotic ointments on your cuts. It stings. I dress them with bandages, and you feel a lot better. You really feel like I'm doing this for you
I tell you to go to the bathroom and pee. I can tell you've been holding it. Your legs are shaking. Your body is squirming. I ask if you need any help. You tell me you got this. You go and take your time. You don't understand why I'm being so thorough, why I'm taking such good care of you. You assume I'm just trying to manipulate you, or to give you a false sense of security. And it's working. I come back and enter the bathroom just as you're done. You feel embarrassed. I wordlessly come next to you. Your adrenaline rushes. You begin to feel scared again. But I just take some toilet paper and clean you. You freeze in place. I ask if you need help getting up. You don't reply. I pull your underwear and pants back up, and I help you get up and come back to bed with me
I made you dinner. There's a lot of food. Your legs are shaking and you feel weak. There's that pit in your stomach. You wonder if it's hunger. Once you think about it, you realize you're starving, and you begin to eat. You feel shy and embarrassed. I tell you that you're doing well. That you did so well today. I tell you to eat slowly and to enjoy the food. I made it specially for you. You notice that it's a lot of food you like. I even brought you pastries and snacks. I get close to you, and tell you that I'll be leaving. I kiss the back of your neck. You want to cry. I tell you that I'll be back later. We'll do this all over again. And you better get used to it. Don't worry. I'll take good care of you. You'll learn to love your rapist. You'll enjoy being raped. You'll crave that feeling, and you'll feel so relieved once it's over, because you know I love you and will take good care of you
Imagine heās got you in the meanest mating press, his thick cock spearing you open against the bed and itās so good youāre seeing stars. But suddenly he stops and just leaves his cock inside of you, splitting you open, not thrusting and not moving, just buried deep inside, holding you nice and open for him. And he decides to focus on your clit, maybe with a vibrator or maybe with his fingers, just rubbing and playing with your swollen clit. Itās making you whine and buck your hips against his weight but heās so much bigger and so much stronger thereās no way to stop him. He tells you to be a good girl and take it because he just wants to feel your pretty pussy pulse around his cock, he wants to feel your walls fluttering around him, your cunt milking his cock so perfectly in response to the overwhelming stimulation on your clit. And heās so mean about it, one hand working your clit and the other braced against the bed so he can lean into you and keep you pinned down. Heās pushing you closer and closer to a mindbreaking orgasm as he whispers in your ear. āSuch a good girl for me, come on, milk my cock with that pretty pussy, thatās it, feel good for me, I want to feel that cunt clenching around me, there you go.ā And finally, your body breaks into a toe-curling orgasm, trembling, writhing, crying for him and the unrelenting pleasure heās forcing out of you. You look at him through teary eyes, expecting him to go back to fucking you but all you see is the sadistic gleam in his eyes that tells you this is far from over. āCome on baby,ā his voice is so mean as his fingers donāt stop working your clit, āOne isnāt enough, give me more, let me feel that pretty pussy pulse around me again, thatās it, keep making those needy sounds for me, you can take it, I want your pussy to cum over and over again to milk all the cum out of my cock. Weāre not stopping until Iām satisfied.ā Youāre sobbing now, trying to push him off, trying to make him stop the assault of pleasure. Begging, crying, gasping out pleas that heās ignoring because he wants to use you to feel good, he wants to use you like a fuck doll, meant for nothing more than to milk his cock like a toy with no regard for how you feel. His fingers pull another orgasm from your body, the feeling lighting your every nerve and forcing your pussy to milk him just the way he likes. But itās not enough for him, it wonāt ever be enough for him, and so he keeps going. He pulls one orgasm after another out from your helpless body just so he can use you to make himself feel good. It has nothing to do with your pleasure because heās exceeded that several times over now but it has everything to do with using you like a sex toy to get himself off. You have no idea how many times heās forced your body to cum for him when he finally groans above you as his hips jerk into you, pumping his cum deep inside of your still-spasming walls. And maybe heāll leave his cock inside of you even after, keeping you plugged up and nice and full with his cum while you fall asleep in his arms, with his gentle kisses on your forehead and soft strokes of your hair.
looking into your wide eyes, making you shake and cry with every thrust, stroking your hair and kissing your forehead and telling you "dad's gonna put so many babies in you" when he knows full well you're so so little that there isn't even a chance....
if i can be honest i cant quit thinking about raping someone in a closet. maybe late into a party or something. knock them on their ass quick and hard, shut the door behind us and follow them onto the floor. not enough room to be comfortable in any way, just enough for me to paw their clothes off and smother them with me. itās cramped, awkward, painful, stuffy with the muffled sounds of our struggle. i know im holding their mouth too tight, i know theyāre stuck at an odd, uncomfortable angle splayed under me and crammed into the corner, i know it hurts, but i donāt care. if anything it spurs me on more. i know they can feel my words just getting me harder but i tell them im sorry anyway, holding them close, intimate like a lover as i force more and more of me inside, cooing in their ear i didnāt want it to be like this but that i need them to bear it for me anyway
would you let me take you to my favorite trail and lead you to the most secluded parts, right by the riverbed, and strip slowly under the blazing sun, dip slowly into the water, moan at how cool and refreshing it is, ask you to join me and make eyes while you take off your clothes. what if we took breaks and picked berries and i let the juice dribble down my chin, stain my skin red and purple, get the meat of it in between my teeth and under my nails. it looks like blood and flesh, like what would happen if you overpowered me and raped me there on the rocky shore. donāt you want to? donāt you want to snuff the light of my eyes, watch the bright greens and golds of my irises dull when you beat me into submission, too shocked and tired from swimming to really fight back, just a wet and tight hole to tear into. you want to watch how i struggle with my head under the water, closest to the place i call home, with the algae and budding salmon and pond skaters and the green gold light reflecting on the waves i cause in my panic. you like the way my hair floats out like dark snakes fleeing in the remaining ripples of my life. you think the most beautiful ive ever looked is while dead and broken beneath you.
Saturdays are for reblogging House of Gord!
Claire Addams is the toughest bondage model I've ever known, but Gord's Back Arch Machine still left her completely destroyed. This is the exact moment when the pleasure broke her.
My biggest turn on is the the kind of guy that whimpers and whines while raping me hard and rough. The type that doesn't only lose control over himself the moment he sees me, knowing he just has to take me, consent or not, but also the type to forget everything but my pussy and making me belong to him once he feels my warm pussy clenching around his cock.
He fucks both of us dumber and dumber, holding my hips as I try to struggle fucking me like a fleshlight, like a toy, like he's not even considering what I want or how I feel... All while crying into my neck, his hands shaking against my hips and his cock aching, practically begging him to stop pumping his seed into me. Everything hurts. He's so overstimulated, raping my pretty body for hours now, pounding his cock into me and violently trying to fit it deeper as we both squirm and whine in pain, trying not to scream. But he can't stop. He needs more. He needs to reach deeper, he needs to completely drain his balls into my womb, he needs to pound me until he can't take it anymore, then fuck me until we both pass out.
At first he was rougher and more aggressive with his actions, moving me around, groping me all over, playing with my body with complete disregard for my protests. But the more he came, the more he fucked me stupid... Gradually he did the same to himself. Now we're both on the floor, my body too weak to fight anymore as I do the only thing I still can, crying and trying to quietly beg him to stop between thrusts. He, laying on toy of me, kisses my temple while moving his trembling hands to touch my body and play with my tits, whining unintelligible words into my ear as our tears mix together on the cold floor.
need them to clamp a hand over my nose + mouth and they pound into me so hard they don't notice I lost consciousness minutes ago
the soft animal of my body wants to get face fucked until I puke
hi-res image I saved of this scene forever ago
this is claire adams with gord from house of gord
i have been outattributed! this is not gord, i just think all old white men look and sound the same. this is from kink.com's old website, water bondage. it IS claire adams though