you can bite, scratch, and claw all you like, kitten. Those marks will heal. I can barely feel the pain through the pleasure of burying Myself in your tight, wet cunt anyway.
The way your body is reacting to Me, I can tell it's going to be very, very welcoming to what's about to happen. Did you know why they call this a "mating press"? you're about to find out in a very hands on type of education.
Oh, and before you think about doing anything silly, I'm going to come find you every. single. month. until you carry to term. you don't have to believe Me. I'm happy for you to learn your lesson the hard way. The thick, rigid, throbbing hard way. Every month. Forever.
Why is this happening to you? Oh kitten, because I'm stronger than you. Because I'm smarter than you. Because My genes are all the right mix of talents to make sure they're passed on, and your genes are all the right mix to make sure you pass them on.
Maybe if you weren't designed for breeding, you wouldn't be bred. Sounds like a you problem.
threesome where you're not allowed to talk, just 2 guys doing whatever they want to you. and you just have to lie there and take it, be manhandled, and bossed around.
and all the while they're conversing about how good your holes feel like you're not even there, and what a good girl you are just shutting up and taking their cocks.
Not being allowed to say anything. Or be any thing more than a living fleshlight. Being manhandled however You please as You talk about me like i’m nothing but an object.
Maybe believing it all to be over and falling asleep, only to wake up to round two
I think it’s hot to feel helpless. After they cum inside your pussy with their cock and pull out, you feel helpless and have to just lay there feeling conquered. So fucking hot.
yes if you give me access to you, i will make money off of you and exploit you for fun. yes i will turn you into a prostitute. no i am not sorry.
like, the idea of pimping you out to my friends for some quick cash. branding you with a hot iron so that everyone is aware who you belong to, no matter how much they wish you were theirs.
coercing you to send me your nudes, full body, or specific shots - face blurred out, or maybe not depending on the price (because your privacy isn’t yours anymore) and then selling them to perverted strangers on tumblr to jack off to.
auctioning videos of you — grainy, muffled videos of me fucking you senseless. taking commissions depending on what the people want to see me do to you, or see you do to yourself. practically turning you into a glorified porn star.
Corruption of the mind, until You can tell me to do anything and i’ll do it. A camera clearly being pointed at me, where it used to be hidden away so i was unaware.
Letting You do whatever you want with me and always thanking You at the end of it. Often while tears still fall down my face
Stop trying to “get better.” We both know that’s a fool’s errand. You’re a disgusting little porn addict, and you know it. Look at yourself, you pathetic fucktoy. You can’t keep your hands out of your panties for longer than a day, and even that’s stretching it. The words you read and the videos you watch get stuck in your head until it starts feeling like torture when you’re deprived of it. You’ve reached a point where you can’t live without it, where you can’t ignore the cravings any longer and come crawling back to this app for more; More smut, more violence, more abuse to make your body shiver and your holes clench around those fingers digging deep inside yourself. That’s all you can seem to think about these days, and it’s never enough. You keep cancelling plans with friends just to stay home edge yourself stupid. You keep ignoring family members because they just always seem to call you at “the worst time,” when you’re too dumb to realize that raping yourself with a dildo has now become half of your entire life. You keep taking longer and longer “breaks” at work, spending as much time as you can get away with locked in the bathroom stall, just to fuck yourself to videos of pretty whores getting used like sex dolls. Don’t you see? You’re too far gone. You’re never “getting better.” So just give up. Give in. Get worse. Do it for me. Do it for all the perverted men online who wanna see you spiral out. Do it because it feels better than anything else in the whole wide world.
sleeping naked with the windows open, doors unlocked. oh no i really hope nobody comes in amd rapes my defenseless sleeping cunt in the night.............
Being convinced to first take some Polaroids in my underwear. Then slowly getting closer and closer to full frontal nude. Unaware that pictures have already been taken of me when I’ve fallen asleep, with cum and hand prints marking my skin
Still. I have no idea how they are traded to a wider and wider group of people, seeing me at my most vulnerable.
I just love the idea of a man whose obsession with someone is so absolute, so corrosive, that it systematically dismantles every principle, ethic, and belief he once held sacred.
I love the idea of a man in such psychological and moral collapse that honor, restraint, and consent fractures and disintegrates under the pressure of that single, devouring need to be inside the person he’s obsessed with.
I love a man so obsessed that he's stripped of his former self, willing to commit the most extreme violations and taboos, risking reputation, freedom, damnation, and the last shreds of his humanity for nothing more than the raw, primal chance to feel them wrapped around him, to experience that one stolen, forbidden moment of being inside them no matter what it costs or who it destroys.
Therapist. Licking the tip of his finger, the man flips through his notes. The girl sits silently on the couch. Her misty eyes stare at the clock on the wall.
“Are you ready to begin?”
She doesn’t reply. Her therapist taps his pen on the paper. Two clicks of the pen, and he scratches out a few notes. She shudders slightly.
“Let’s get started. From the top, let’s go over what happened that night.” Her eyes drift down to the floor. “…again?” She swallows her words. “Trust the process.”
“Uhm… I went out dancing…” The girl’s unfocused expression is blank and docile. Her therapist adjusts his glasses and watches her carefully. “And what were you wearing?” She picks at her nails, avoiding the question. “…the clothes I showed you…” He nods. “Did you wear them today, like I suggested last time?”
Visibly nervous, the girl holds onto the fabric on the hem of her shirt. “…yes… under here…” The man smiles. “That’s good. You’ve come a long way from our first session. I remember you didn’t even want to look at those clothes.” He clicks his pen twice. “Let’s see them.”
Shallow breaths. She wants him to fix her. Lifting up the shirt, she reveals a thin lace top. He takes more notes. Her sweatpants slide down. A tiny frilly skirt barely hides her blue-and-white striped panties. Long socks match her underwear. Her therapist examines her. “Why do you think you chose to wear that outfit that night?”
Embarrassed, the girl tries to hide her body behind her frail arms. “It was a rave… lots of girls dress like this…” He doesn’t respond, letting the silence invite her insight. “…I guess I wanted attention…” The man writes on his pad. “Well, you certainly got it. Tell me more about what happened.”
“Was a little drunk… lost my friends… dancing on the floor… some guy started touching me…” Her small voice fades off. “Mmhm. Touching you where?” She’s getting more nervous. He adjusts his glasses and watches her breathe. “He was groping my tits.”
The man clicks his pen twice. She shudders. His hand reaches out and cups her breast. “Did he grab you like this?” The girl whimpers, her tiny bralet lets her feel each one of his fingers searching her. “No… was rougher…” Her therapist pushes his hand under the lace, squeezing and gripping her tits. “Like this?”
She nods. “…pinching my nipples and stuff…” He recreates it for her. “Dressed up like that, it’s no wonder some guy wanted to put his hands on you…” The man can feel her rapid heartbeat in her chest. “So what happened next?”
“…uhm… told him to stop…” He squeezes harder. His other hand lifts up her skirt. “Why did you do that? You’re letting him see your panties, don’t you think that’s a bit of a mixed signal?” The girl blushes a deep red. “…I dunno… I tried to get away… he followed me to some old hallway at the back of the club.”
“Going somewhere a little more private? Sounds like you were trying to get fucked.” Her body twitches in his hands. He clicks his pen again. She lets out a short gasp. “No… was just trying to have fun… told him to leave me alone… he grabbed my neck.” The man lifts his hand up from her tits, holding her by her throat. A firm squeeze makes her face turn pink.
“Did he choke you? Like this?” She can barely breathe. The girl nods, her eyes close. “What happened next?” She shakes her head. “Tell me what happened. It’s important for your therapy.” He chokes her harder. “I won’t let go until you do.” Her head spins. “…kissed me…”
Her therapist drags her in closer, pulling the girl onto his lap. His lips press into hers. His tongue fucks her mouth. She squirms and tries to push him away. He releases the choke, holding the back of her neck to keep kissing her. The girl slowly stops fighting.
“You’re doing good. Let’s keep going. What did you let him do next?”
Drool runs down her chin. Her distant expression is almost lifeless. “Dragged me into the janitor’s closet… shoved me into the corner…” He nods and kisses her cheek. “Okay, we’ll go through that now.”
His powerful hands grip her by the waist. She stumbles as he drags her across the room. He pushes her to the floor in the corner of the room. “I’m sure you were fighting more than that. Don’t leave out any details.” The girl’s eyes start to water. Her terrified breaths are short and raspy. The pen sits on the table by the couch. “Come on, tell me.”
“I was crying, begging him to not do it… I sucked his dick… thought it would keep him from – “ The therapist cuts her off. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” He strokes her hair. “It’s okay to cry here. Let it out.” She sobs. “I didn’t want it.” The man unbuckles his belt. She’s back in that closet in the nightclub. Tears run down her face.
The girl is still sobbing as she wraps her lips around his cock. Her head bobs quickly. The therapist grips the back of her head, fucking into her throat. He lets out a satisfied groan as her tears and spit mix, drooling down her slutty outfit. “So, you thought if you made him cum, he wouldn’t fuck you?” He doesn’t look down, but he can feel her nod.
“Try harder, then.”
Stroking his shaft, she sucks off her therapist. The girl does everything she can. Forcing it as deep as it can go, rubbing his balls, running her tongue along the bottom of his shaft. Her facefucking gets more desparate. She knows she’s running out of time.
“Did he cum in your throat?” The man growls. She shakes her head no. He smiles and pushes his glasses up his nose. “Guess he needed more, huh? Keep telling me the story.” The girl gasps for air. “Please, no… just let me suck your cock… please… not that part…” Her therapist lays his dick across her face. “You’re almost there, keep going.”
He uses her tears as lube as he rubs himself across her cheeks. “He pulled my panties down… forced my legs open… he… he…” The man kneels down and follows the script. A sharp tug pulls her cute panties off her legs. “You’re more wet than last time. That’s good. You’ve made a lot of progress.” Her toes point into the air. He buries his cock in her pussy.
She lets out a quiet scream. The girl’s body starts to fight him. He pins her wrists to the floor and ruts into her. “He held you like this, right?” Even as she struggles, she nods. “Was his cock my size?” A pathetic whine. “No, you’re a lot bigger…”
The therapist pounds into his patient. “I’m…” The girl twitches underneath him. “I’m…” Deep hard strokes. “No…” She whimpers. The patient cums on her therapist’s cock. Her head spins as he breaks her. “Did you cum?” The man asks, inches from her face. “Yes…” He keeps going. “I meant the night that it happened.” She looks up at him, filled with shame. “Yes…”
“You’ve done so well. We’re almost all the way through. He came in your cunt, didn’t he?”
The girl’s eyes light up with fear. “No no no… not that part… please, no, stop…” Her warm wet pussy tightens involuntarily around his cock. “That’s what happened, isn’t it? It’s okay to let go.” She tries to fight again. Her fingers claw at his chest before he pins them to the floor again. “Please, no, stop. I want to stop. I don’t want to do this anymore.”
“Is that what you told him?” He thrusts faster into her slippery hole. “Don’t cum inside of me. Don’t don’t don’t don’t…” She bursts into tears again. “Did he cum in you?” The therapist’s soothing voice makes her shudder. “Yes, but I can’t go through that part… I can’t…” He kisses her, stroking her head like a terrified animal.
The man gasps and lets out a long exhale. She feels his cum flood into her. The catatonic girl stares down at her used pussy as he slowly slides out. The sticky damp of her therapist’s cum pours down her ass. She can see him talking, but all she can hear is pounding in her ears.
He relaxes on the couch. The girl’s tongue cleans his cock. “Did you do this for him?” The man slowly rubs her back. “…nu-uh…” She nuzzles into his bulge. “You’ve come so far. You almost made it all the way through the story before you tried to stop the therapy.”
“I think you’re close to a breakthrough. I’d like to bump you up to two sessions a week for the next little while.” The girl feels his half hard cock twitch in her mouth. He clicks his pen twice. She nods as his hands grope her tits.
Thinking about those glory hole gangbang videos- you know the ones, where the girls are set up and lightly restrained in little plywood cubicles, some for fucking and some for sucking. Some bent over and others with their pussy at face level to be eaten out. Yeah.....
Nikolai/141 x fem!reader, darkfic, noncon/rape, sexual slavery, bondage, gloryhole, gangbang, loss of virginity, forced orgasm, forced peeing, piss play, oral, anal, cum/blood as lube, tickling, mindbreak
Nikolai smiles down and pats your head, as sweet as sugar, as if you weren't bound wrist and ankle in a cheap plywood box, laying naked on a padded bench with your lower half sticking out of a similar padded hole- everything accessible, vulnerable, and Nikolai kisses your cheek where tears are spilling down.
"Oh sweetheart, don't cry. I promise, it's just a little while and then your family's debt is paid- you'll make me quite a lot of money, I think. And I'm not a cruel man, no one is abused here-" You stifle a hysterical little laugh. "-and I have good friends to come and, oh. The English words never feel right." His smile curls, becomes sharper. "Break you in, precious girl," and he pinches your nipple and pats your cheek and leaves, the door closing at his back, and you're left in the box with only a small light in the corner, and a camera in the other, it's little red light blinking steadily.
You can't stop the tears. You're scared and cold and want to go home, never mind the debt, you never agreed to this, to be- to be sold, laid out like meat on a table, and you begin to sob and yank uselessly at the soft cuffs. Padded as well, smooth black leather, and it hits you that you're not the only one to be held here- not the first, and not the last.
There's mens voices nearby, out of range to hear clearly, and you pull harder. It's a whole group of them, deep voices getting louder, and then it's just thin wood separating you from them. You can't see at all, not even a glimpse through the hole your body is shoved through, and your pleading kicks up when two big, strong hands grasp your thighs and stroke down to your pussy.
"No," you gasp, "no!" But the hands don't stop, a man's voice saying something aside to another and then, thumbs spreading you open, a wet tongue licks right up over you to your clit and sucks.
Your hips jolt and you arch up off the bench, sobbing, and strain against the cuffs. A smack to the inside of your thigh makes you yelp. "Settle the fuck down," a man growls, lips on your pussy, and sets back to licking. Someone else laughs.
A fist pounds on the cubicle, making it shake. "Count yourself lucky he won the draw, girl," someone else says, "he's a munch for fresh cunt. Any other of us would be fucking you bloody for a starter." Someone else protests, that they'd treat you right, and your pussy aches under the assault of a mouth determined to pull your soul through your clit.
It's relentless, the hot firm pressure, and when a finger slips into your pussy to the first knuckle you whimper as your body answers it, clenching down, legs and hips all trembling. "Please stop," you whisper, choking on tears, but your clit throbs instead, and there's a tiny responsive lift of your hips when the finger draws out and then a little further in.
You shriek when they all cheer, and more hands grope at your thighs and pinch at you, someone shoving their hand up across your belly to palm your breasts. You flinch, squirming, and your next sob breaks on a moan.
The tongue dips and sucks at your clit, your pussy clenches, you're unable to stop it now- the way your hips relax and lift, chasing pleasure, while someone tickles the sole of your foot- your toes curl in, and they keep it up, as hysterical giggles start to break loose in your chest. Too much, hot mouth and wet pussy, your foot straining in the cuff, the hands touching and stroking and teasing, and there's an ache in your belly that gets tighter with every pounding heartbeat.
You barely even hear them over your panting breaths. "Oh, I think she's gonna go," someone drawls, and as the mouth on your pussy grins against you and sucks so hard your back arches, moaning, someone else licks across the sensitive skin under your knee, a tongue curls across the toes of your foot not being tickled- and you heave out a gasping, ragged moan and come in a hot pulse of pleasure, energy dripping out of your pussy along with your cum as your body sags on the bench.
You whimper when your clit is released, throbbing, and feel the slick wet squeeze of your pussy clench on the finger still gently stroking it, soft movements completely at odds with the way you're bound, the reality of the situation outside the heat in your belly. Thick fingers move up and down your pussy, petting it, and then you're shrieking and jolting from the bench again as both feet kick wildly, trying to escape the tickling, as it travels up and down your leg. The wild bursts of laughter sound unhinged to your own ears, what does it sound like to them- what do you look like, dripping pussy and your body swinging as you flail uselessly? Your chest heaving, squeals and sobs spilling past your lips, and a fresh wave of humiliation and fear builds with the second growing ache in your belly.
"No- no, stop-!" You beg, and instead get a hand on your stomach, tickling and pushing in turn, the hard, callused heel of their palm bearing down under your navel. They know, you realize, and sob through their laughter as you struggle so hard your shoulders pull in a sharp ache. Your stomach twists. You're still so wet from coming that the glob of spit landing on your clit barely registers under the other onslaught of sensations, but then- fingers pinch and rub your clit, there's multiple bodies crowding around you, holding you still as you shriek and beg for mercy, and then the first hot spurt of piss escapes your body- and then another, and another, each half-scream of laughter and despair urging it out of you, until the ache in your clit peaks and you come with a squeal and gush of slick cum and pee all puddling down between your thighs, soaking the bench, a relief so sharp it hurts, your cheeks burning with humiliation even as your pussy clenches and pulses, feeling swollen and heavy between your thighs.
You gasp for breath as the onslaught finally ebbs, gentle touches now tracing down your thighs and around your hips. Someone lifts your ass and squeezes it, spreading wet fingers over your skin. "There we go, good fucking girl," someone says, and sticky lips touch the thin skin over your ankle. "Not so bad huh? Does that feel better?"
Your head shakes back and forth even though they can't see you. "I wanna go home," you whimper, and this time Nikolai is who answers, his voice rough and low.
"Go home? When you haven't even begun to keep your end of the bargain? Should I have set you out for the regulars and let you cry on their cocks first after all?" He pauses, then slams a fist to the wall- you shriek. "Well? You'd rather be raped bloody? Eh?"
"No!" You wail, and then something rubs at your pussy- something thicker than a finger, hotter, slick at the head. "No, no wait- wait please, I can't- I haven't ever, I'm a virgin, please don't do this!" Your belly is tight and shaking, all the forced lassitude gone as your legs are bent back further, pressed to the wood of your- coffin, it suddenly feels like, not a cubicle or box but something suffocating.
The groans that answer you come with slick wet sounds, hands on cocks you realize, and Nikolai laughs. "Oh, we're aware, sweet girl," he says, "why else would I want you and not your house, or cars, or other labor? You're going to make me lots of money, even if the Ghost is who first gets you ready," and the thick cock is starting to push in, fighting your body's resistance. It hurts, a sharp sting that grows worse as he drags at your ass and hips, moving you on the bench.
"Nik, can we pull her out? Want a taste of those tits," someone says, and through your tears you hear an affirmative- and then Nik is in the box with you, unbuckling the cuffs on your wrists so swiftly you don't have time to react before they're crossed behind your head and rebuckled around the legs of the bench. You yank at them, metal rattling, and Nik kisses your cheek, dodging your head as it thrashes- you want to bite him.
"Ready?" He says, not to you, and hands grip your hips and the bench under your ass. "Now!" He says, and shoves forward on the upper half of the bench- you're pushed out, ribs and chest popping through the hole in the wall, leather squeezing over your breasts before they're suddenly assaulted by groping hands, pinching fingers- and you open your mouth on a wail as your pussy is forced down onto the waiting cock, the heavy fat length of it huge and throbbing as your pussy strains, resists, and then is breached fully with a sharp internal pop of flesh, a new ache to join the one in your chest, your ankles and thighs as your legs strain, the pain in your nipples as they're pinched and twisted.
"Fuuuck, so fucking tight, Nik," someone groans, the man fucking you, his hips sliding back and forth, grinding his cock into you. Your back arches, the only movement left to you. Nik cups your cheek in his hand, smiling down as you plead with him through the blurry layer of tears on your eyes- and then he braces his arm against the wooden front of your coffin, pulls out his cock, and drags the slick head of it over your face, your eyes, smearing the tears with it.
"Suck," he says, and lays it on your tongue; you limply drool around it as the man at your pussy grips your thighs and starts to fuck his cock deeper, hard pounds of his body that make your head spin. Someone plucks your nipple and then there's another cock being rubbed over it, broad hands cupping your breast and squeezing it, crushing it down on your chest under the weight of another big, heavy body, another leaking cock. Hands play with your stomach, your other breast, someone digs their fingers into your armpit, making you flinch.
And even in the midst of the pain and the fear and the begging, your pussy- still slick and swollen, still wet, every thrust growing wetter as blood is churned up inside you- starts to heat again, nerves teased with every slap of heavy, muscular hips to your skin, every time your clit is teased and rubbed by questing hands, even the stinging pain starting to fade and be eclipsed. Your hips raise up, as a soft sound squeaks out around Nikolai's cock on your tongue, and he grins and smacks at the front of the box again.
"Ghost! Feel that?" He asks, and pumps his cock further into your mouth; at the same time a hot, wet mouth seals over one of your nipples and sucks at the tender, swollen peak. Your head swims. "I told you virgin pussy could come if the girl is ripe for it." His free hand curls over your throat, a steady pressure, and he turns your head and starts fucking into your mouth, shallow thrusts that leave spurts of precome on your tongue, even as Ghost mutters something to the others and then begins- the whole box shakes, it's too- much- hard and fast and overwhelming, your breath catches- your clit is smacked against his groin as he bottoms out, a deliberate grind every time, your pussy sore and pulsing and squeezing around the huge cock forcing it to stretch, ruined and soaked and gushing, you can feel the mess of blood and slick splattering on your thighs, down your ass, and Nik wedges his thumb into your cheek, between your teeth, to keep you from biting down when you come with a groan and a trembling, shaking rush of heat and pleasure-pain, as Ghost echoes you and the first hot spurts of cum pump into your belly, into your sore, fluttering pussy, the slick mess of it all smeared by rough hands across your stomach, your breasts, sucked off fingers with appreciative moans.
Ghost withdraws and Nikolai keeps his thumb in place. "Good girl," he praises, and strokes his cock with his other hand now, "big girl, all grown up. No more cherry to pop. Say thank you that I let my friend do it and not a customer." He pulls hand and cock away, rubbing the head of it on your lips. You mumble something, disconnected, the little shivers running up and down your spine making your limbs tremble. "Eh, good enough."
He leaves you there, steps away with his cock still out and hard, and you weakly gasp for breath, floating as the men speak and murmur, as Ghost's cock slips out of your pussy as it clenches.
Then two hands stroke down your thighs, and another cock notches at your pussy, pressing in against the sting and flutter of abused flesh, and you find you can still cry more tears- new, burning hot ones, as your pussy burns under another pounding cock, another relentless forced entry into your body, no debt could be worth this, this humiliation and pain and misery- and even as the cock pounds into you, sharp snaps of the man's hips that draw him nearly out then fast back in, someone lays their head against your belly, nuzzles at your skin, and then a tongue flicks over your clit even as your pussy is fucked, a gentle little touch that you strain to keep feeling, little candle-flame flutters against the fire deep in your belly.
Your hips lift to chase the tongue, squirming when the cock withdraws, and you whine and moan wordlessly when the man's mouth seals fully over your clit and sucks. Hot-wet-tight-good, pure pleasure after the pain, and you gasp and roll your body into it mindlessly. A beard scrapes your breast, another wet mouth on your nipple again, and even faster than before you find the heat winding up tight, the little whimpering sounds in your throat bubbling up, and you're so close to coming and it's so good, nothing but pleasure and heat and you need it- you're hurting so much and you need something good, something sweet and easy-
The mouth vanishes, and the cock is back, pounding harder than before, and your voice cracks on a wail of despair, begging not to go home or to stop but:
"Please! please please I need it please let me cum please please cum please-!!"
"No," Nikolai says, his voice rough, and you realize he's the one fucking you now, his cock splitting you open, and you clench and shudder as he groans and fills you with his own cum, flicking your clit with his thumb like striking a match, too sharp and harsh to tip you over the edge.
Another third cock, this time with the slick folds of your pussy thumbed apart so your clit throbs alone, untouched, the burning pain sharp again inside you as the ruined flesh is pounded, fucked, used- so wet with cum now that it drips down your ass and joins the mess of your own piss and cum from before- and your eyes roll when someone else steps into the box, grips your head, and forces his cock into your mouth.
"There you go," a soft voice urges you, rich with an accent you can't place with your brain upside down and cum-soaked, "come on, let me in- open that little throat for me."
You choke, gagging, and the thick head of his cock pushes against the opening to your throat. You can't see his face, only a piece of his stomach, the edge of his opened jeans, and your pussy clenches down tight, burning and stinging, as your throat squeezes and is forced open as well, a second virginity ripped out of you. You gag, thrashing, and the cock pops free, stroking over your tongue before pounding into your throat again.
Your stomach rolls, nausea building as your gag reflex is pounded, but every time you nearly heave the man pulls out, strokes his cock over your tongue, prods at the inside of your cheeks- you're swimming in an ocean and going under the waves every time, pain and despair rippling down through you as any small pleasure vanishes, and you sob weakly when the man twists his hand in your hair and yanks, forcing you to swallow around him, and pumps thick, bitter cum into your throat, paints your tongue with it, your pussy clenching around another load of cum puddling inside you, dripping out.
You whimper when Nikolai pats your thigh and reminds you, "two more! I brought four friends. Almost done, more than halfway now, pretty girl." The man gripping your hair laughs.
"Aw, Nik, shoulda seen her face- fucking heartbroken."
Nikolai's head comes around, he's a blurry, massive bulk in your vision, as he thumbs a bit of cum off your lips and rubs it into your hair instead. "Aw, poor thing. Pussy sore?" Your head sags in a vague nod. It hurts. It's so sore it's fluttering, unable to close now, just a solid ache and throb from clit to hole.
He kneels, and pinches your ear, making you look at him. "A choice then, for being so good and coming on their cocks. You can get your pussy fucked twice more," you whine, "or, pay attention- you let the last two have that tight little ass instead."
There's twin moans outside your box. "Christ, Nik, I don't care what she says, if ass is available I'm taking it!" One snaps. "Waiting half the fucking night."
Nikolai smiles again, sharp toothed and nasty, and drops your head to bounce to the bench. "Hm, yes. Go ahead," and your mouth drops open on a long, soundless moan as fingers slick in your own cum and theirs prod down under your pussy, find your ass, and shove inside, two thick burning brands forcing even more of your flesh to stretch, to strain and tremble, hovering on the edge of a terrible, tearing pain.
The fingers thrust and roll in and out, sawing at you, and your belly clenches with a twisting ache. More slick is squeezed from your pussy with a hand on your lower belly, a thumb flicking your clit to make you whine, and all of it mixes into a wet, sticky mess that makes your skin crawl.
"Please no," you whisper, watching the ceiling spin, the camera and it's light uncaring as you blink tears down your temples. "No, I can't, I can't," but the camera keeps watching as the hot head of a cock is lined up, a finger in your pussy prodding and stroking, finding the sore, aching nerves inside, and as you flinch and whine it presses further in, breaching the tight rim of your hole, and a little weak spurt of piss is forced out of your bladder as the man bears his weight down on you, groans and swears and slowly forces the full length of his cock into your ass.
It burns, worse than your pussy, your body clenching and shaking to try and get it out again. Too much, too big and hot and awful, your sore pussy clenching on the finger in it only because the whole entire mess of your used flesh is clenching, trying to force the intrusion out.
It doesn't work.
He only grinds in deeper, moans and plays with your pussy, stroking your clit, urging more slick cum down to soak the base of his cock as it moves in you. It feels like it's in your lungs, and someone else sighs and drags their hand over your belly, up to cup your breast, and tenderly thumbs your nipple.
Slow, solid pumps of his hips, soft little rubs on your nipple. Your brain can't figure out what to focus on, the pain or the too-light distracting touch following it, forced to stay present and feeling it all, and you hiccup around a cry and drool cum down your cheek when there's a wet, hot splash across your breasts, trickling down to your throat, under the edge of the padded hole and into your hair-
They're pissing on you.
Another splash of it, and you give up. You can't even try and fight it, can't force the cock out of your body or their piss off your skin or even make the torn, bloody insides of your pussy regrow- you're a used up fucked up piece of flesh to pay off a debt, you'll be handed off to paying customers once these sadists are finished and you won't even know when you'll be free again.
Your own piss joins the puddle of theirs, wetting down between your legs, and all the tension drops out of you at once. The man in your ass groans, finding it easier with less resistance, and his hips snap to yours faster, wetter, chasing his pleasure. Someone looks in on you, though you can't see who, and makes a satisfied sort of noise.
The hot cum in your ass isn't even a surprise, or a new humiliation, just a notch in the long list of misery unfolding in front of you. Why not make your ass burn and tear and squeeze out more cum? Why not stretch your hole to the breaking point and spit inside it, groping hands and fingers pinching at you, smacking your pussy, your clit.
Your ankles are uncuffed, your wrists cross as you're rolled over to lay flat on your stomach, and now your ass is more available- and they take advantage, heavy palms slapping across your cheeks, your thighs, sharp cracks on your flesh until you make a thin, weak cry, skin throbbing and burning, and then the last cock is forced into your aching hole, the cum and slick and blood all smearing together as he fucks you hard.
He's harder than all the others, cruel with it even past what you had already endured- his fingers jab into the soft, bruising flesh of your ass, pinch so deep into your thighs your muscles jerk and spasm to break his hold even as your mind slips further away. A big hand cups your face, turns you to look up, and a stream of piss flows into your mouth, making you choke and sputter, as two fingers join the cock ripping your ass apart.
You whimper and try to spit it out, but the hand crushes down over your mouth and nose, forcing you to swallow, the awful salty taste sticking to your tongue, in your nose, as your body swings between giving up and survival.
Giving up wins again, and your head drops down to the bench again, lungs burning, dark spots floating in your eyes. Your ass is a burning mass of pain, your pussy close behind it, and the man digs in a third finger and comes with his other hand under you, pinching your clit so hard lightning crackles through you and whites you out and finally nothing at all, just the peace and bliss of a long dark tunnel with nothing at the end.
-
You wake in pain, head pounding, still laid on the bench but pulled fully inside your box now. The cuffs are gone but the evidence remains, bruises and marks and the sticky, half-dried evidence smeared on your skin, the stinging, burning ache between your legs, in your throat. You moan, trying to sit up, and you shift your legs and realize there's something inside you, something thick and heavy in both your holes, forcing abused skin and flesh to stay stretched and open.
A new horror starts to trickle in when Nikolai comes back inside, his cock back in his pants but that same smile on his face. "Sleeping beauty," he says, "have a good rest? Feel better?"
You stare at him dully. Whatever he's put in you or decides to do to you- what does it matter?
He shrugs when you don't answer. His hand comes down on your arm, urges you to stand even as you gasp, lightheaded, swaying on your feet. You feel weak as a baby stumbling to the door. "A good first night, I think. You'll go clean up and rest now, and I will fetch you for work when ready." He guides you down a dark hall and to another small room, the same camera in the corner, a bed, a shower on the other side. You yelp and collapse when he pushes you into it, and turns on a hard jet of cold water.
He aims the spray between your legs, and you flinch back, throbbing, and the plugs inside you are squeezed, shifting. You can't bring yourself to feel them, to touch where you're so sore and swollen. It all surrounds you in a mindless fog, pieces jabbing through as Nikolai leaves with the door locking behind him. Work, work, pay a debt with a body already torn and bruised and hurt- and you start to slowly weep again when you realize just how totally fucked you're going to be.
Thinking about those glory hole gangbang videos- you know the ones, where the girls are set up and lightly restrained in little plywood cubicles, some for fucking and some for sucking. Some bent over and others with their pussy at face level to be eaten out. Yeah.....
Nikolai/141 x fem!reader, darkfic, noncon/rape, sexual slavery, bondage, gloryhole, gangbang, loss of virginity, forced orgasm, forced peeing, piss play, oral, anal, cum/blood as lube, tickling, mindbreak
Nikolai smiles down and pats your head, as sweet as sugar, as if you weren't bound wrist and ankle in a cheap plywood box, laying naked on a padded bench with your lower half sticking out of a similar padded hole- everything accessible, vulnerable, and Nikolai kisses your cheek where tears are spilling down.
"Oh sweetheart, don't cry. I promise, it's just a little while and then your family's debt is paid- you'll make me quite a lot of money, I think. And I'm not a cruel man, no one is abused here-" You stifle a hysterical little laugh. "-and I have good friends to come and, oh. The English words never feel right." His smile curls, becomes sharper. "Break you in, precious girl," and he pinches your nipple and pats your cheek and leaves, the door closing at his back, and you're left in the box with only a small light in the corner, and a camera in the other, it's little red light blinking steadily.
You can't stop the tears. You're scared and cold and want to go home, never mind the debt, you never agreed to this, to be- to be sold, laid out like meat on a table, and you begin to sob and yank uselessly at the soft cuffs. Padded as well, smooth black leather, and it hits you that you're not the only one to be held here- not the first, and not the last.
There's mens voices nearby, out of range to hear clearly, and you pull harder. It's a whole group of them, deep voices getting louder, and then it's just thin wood separating you from them. You can't see at all, not even a glimpse through the hole your body is shoved through, and your pleading kicks up when two big, strong hands grasp your thighs and stroke down to your pussy.
"No," you gasp, "no!" But the hands don't stop, a man's voice saying something aside to another and then, thumbs spreading you open, a wet tongue licks right up over you to your clit and sucks.
Your hips jolt and you arch up off the bench, sobbing, and strain against the cuffs. A smack to the inside of your thigh makes you yelp. "Settle the fuck down," a man growls, lips on your pussy, and sets back to licking. Someone else laughs.
A fist pounds on the cubicle, making it shake. "Count yourself lucky he won the draw, girl," someone else says, "he's a munch for fresh cunt. Any other of us would be fucking you bloody for a starter." Someone else protests, that they'd treat you right, and your pussy aches under the assault of a mouth determined to pull your soul through your clit.
It's relentless, the hot firm pressure, and when a finger slips into your pussy to the first knuckle you whimper as your body answers it, clenching down, legs and hips all trembling. "Please stop," you whisper, choking on tears, but your clit throbs instead, and there's a tiny responsive lift of your hips when the finger draws out and then a little further in.
You shriek when they all cheer, and more hands grope at your thighs and pinch at you, someone shoving their hand up across your belly to palm your breasts. You flinch, squirming, and your next sob breaks on a moan.
The tongue dips and sucks at your clit, your pussy clenches, you're unable to stop it now- the way your hips relax and lift, chasing pleasure, while someone tickles the sole of your foot- your toes curl in, and they keep it up, as hysterical giggles start to break loose in your chest. Too much, hot mouth and wet pussy, your foot straining in the cuff, the hands touching and stroking and teasing, and there's an ache in your belly that gets tighter with every pounding heartbeat.
You barely even hear them over your panting breaths. "Oh, I think she's gonna go," someone drawls, and as the mouth on your pussy grins against you and sucks so hard your back arches, moaning, someone else licks across the sensitive skin under your knee, a tongue curls across the toes of your foot not being tickled- and you heave out a gasping, ragged moan and come in a hot pulse of pleasure, energy dripping out of your pussy along with your cum as your body sags on the bench.
You whimper when your clit is released, throbbing, and feel the slick wet squeeze of your pussy clench on the finger still gently stroking it, soft movements completely at odds with the way you're bound, the reality of the situation outside the heat in your belly. Thick fingers move up and down your pussy, petting it, and then you're shrieking and jolting from the bench again as both feet kick wildly, trying to escape the tickling, as it travels up and down your leg. The wild bursts of laughter sound unhinged to your own ears, what does it sound like to them- what do you look like, dripping pussy and your body swinging as you flail uselessly? Your chest heaving, squeals and sobs spilling past your lips, and a fresh wave of humiliation and fear builds with the second growing ache in your belly.
"No- no, stop-!" You beg, and instead get a hand on your stomach, tickling and pushing in turn, the hard, callused heel of their palm bearing down under your navel. They know, you realize, and sob through their laughter as you struggle so hard your shoulders pull in a sharp ache. Your stomach twists. You're still so wet from coming that the glob of spit landing on your clit barely registers under the other onslaught of sensations, but then- fingers pinch and rub your clit, there's multiple bodies crowding around you, holding you still as you shriek and beg for mercy, and then the first hot spurt of piss escapes your body- and then another, and another, each half-scream of laughter and despair urging it out of you, until the ache in your clit peaks and you come with a squeal and gush of slick cum and pee all puddling down between your thighs, soaking the bench, a relief so sharp it hurts, your cheeks burning with humiliation even as your pussy clenches and pulses, feeling swollen and heavy between your thighs.
You gasp for breath as the onslaught finally ebbs, gentle touches now tracing down your thighs and around your hips. Someone lifts your ass and squeezes it, spreading wet fingers over your skin. "There we go, good fucking girl," someone says, and sticky lips touch the thin skin over your ankle. "Not so bad huh? Does that feel better?"
Your head shakes back and forth even though they can't see you. "I wanna go home," you whimper, and this time Nikolai is who answers, his voice rough and low.
"Go home? When you haven't even begun to keep your end of the bargain? Should I have set you out for the regulars and let you cry on their cocks first after all?" He pauses, then slams a fist to the wall- you shriek. "Well? You'd rather be raped bloody? Eh?"
"No!" You wail, and then something rubs at your pussy- something thicker than a finger, hotter, slick at the head. "No, no wait- wait please, I can't- I haven't ever, I'm a virgin, please don't do this!" Your belly is tight and shaking, all the forced lassitude gone as your legs are bent back further, pressed to the wood of your- coffin, it suddenly feels like, not a cubicle or box but something suffocating.
The groans that answer you come with slick wet sounds, hands on cocks you realize, and Nikolai laughs. "Oh, we're aware, sweet girl," he says, "why else would I want you and not your house, or cars, or other labor? You're going to make me lots of money, even if the Ghost is who first gets you ready," and the thick cock is starting to push in, fighting your body's resistance. It hurts, a sharp sting that grows worse as he drags at your ass and hips, moving you on the bench.
"Nik, can we pull her out? Want a taste of those tits," someone says, and through your tears you hear an affirmative- and then Nik is in the box with you, unbuckling the cuffs on your wrists so swiftly you don't have time to react before they're crossed behind your head and rebuckled around the legs of the bench. You yank at them, metal rattling, and Nik kisses your cheek, dodging your head as it thrashes- you want to bite him.
"Ready?" He says, not to you, and hands grip your hips and the bench under your ass. "Now!" He says, and shoves forward on the upper half of the bench- you're pushed out, ribs and chest popping through the hole in the wall, leather squeezing over your breasts before they're suddenly assaulted by groping hands, pinching fingers- and you open your mouth on a wail as your pussy is forced down onto the waiting cock, the heavy fat length of it huge and throbbing as your pussy strains, resists, and then is breached fully with a sharp internal pop of flesh, a new ache to join the one in your chest, your ankles and thighs as your legs strain, the pain in your nipples as they're pinched and twisted.
"Fuuuck, so fucking tight, Nik," someone groans, the man fucking you, his hips sliding back and forth, grinding his cock into you. Your back arches, the only movement left to you. Nik cups your cheek in his hand, smiling down as you plead with him through the blurry layer of tears on your eyes- and then he braces his arm against the wooden front of your coffin, pulls out his cock, and drags the slick head of it over your face, your eyes, smearing the tears with it.
"Suck," he says, and lays it on your tongue; you limply drool around it as the man at your pussy grips your thighs and starts to fuck his cock deeper, hard pounds of his body that make your head spin. Someone plucks your nipple and then there's another cock being rubbed over it, broad hands cupping your breast and squeezing it, crushing it down on your chest under the weight of another big, heavy body, another leaking cock. Hands play with your stomach, your other breast, someone digs their fingers into your armpit, making you flinch.
And even in the midst of the pain and the fear and the begging, your pussy- still slick and swollen, still wet, every thrust growing wetter as blood is churned up inside you- starts to heat again, nerves teased with every slap of heavy, muscular hips to your skin, every time your clit is teased and rubbed by questing hands, even the stinging pain starting to fade and be eclipsed. Your hips raise up, as a soft sound squeaks out around Nikolai's cock on your tongue, and he grins and smacks at the front of the box again.
"Ghost! Feel that?" He asks, and pumps his cock further into your mouth; at the same time a hot, wet mouth seals over one of your nipples and sucks at the tender, swollen peak. Your head swims. "I told you virgin pussy could come if the girl is ripe for it." His free hand curls over your throat, a steady pressure, and he turns your head and starts fucking into your mouth, shallow thrusts that leave spurts of precome on your tongue, even as Ghost mutters something to the others and then begins- the whole box shakes, it's too- much- hard and fast and overwhelming, your breath catches- your clit is smacked against his groin as he bottoms out, a deliberate grind every time, your pussy sore and pulsing and squeezing around the huge cock forcing it to stretch, ruined and soaked and gushing, you can feel the mess of blood and slick splattering on your thighs, down your ass, and Nik wedges his thumb into your cheek, between your teeth, to keep you from biting down when you come with a groan and a trembling, shaking rush of heat and pleasure-pain, as Ghost echoes you and the first hot spurts of cum pump into your belly, into your sore, fluttering pussy, the slick mess of it all smeared by rough hands across your stomach, your breasts, sucked off fingers with appreciative moans.
Ghost withdraws and Nikolai keeps his thumb in place. "Good girl," he praises, and strokes his cock with his other hand now, "big girl, all grown up. No more cherry to pop. Say thank you that I let my friend do it and not a customer." He pulls hand and cock away, rubbing the head of it on your lips. You mumble something, disconnected, the little shivers running up and down your spine making your limbs tremble. "Eh, good enough."
He leaves you there, steps away with his cock still out and hard, and you weakly gasp for breath, floating as the men speak and murmur, as Ghost's cock slips out of your pussy as it clenches.
Then two hands stroke down your thighs, and another cock notches at your pussy, pressing in against the sting and flutter of abused flesh, and you find you can still cry more tears- new, burning hot ones, as your pussy burns under another pounding cock, another relentless forced entry into your body, no debt could be worth this, this humiliation and pain and misery- and even as the cock pounds into you, sharp snaps of the man's hips that draw him nearly out then fast back in, someone lays their head against your belly, nuzzles at your skin, and then a tongue flicks over your clit even as your pussy is fucked, a gentle little touch that you strain to keep feeling, little candle-flame flutters against the fire deep in your belly.
Your hips lift to chase the tongue, squirming when the cock withdraws, and you whine and moan wordlessly when the man's mouth seals fully over your clit and sucks. Hot-wet-tight-good, pure pleasure after the pain, and you gasp and roll your body into it mindlessly. A beard scrapes your breast, another wet mouth on your nipple again, and even faster than before you find the heat winding up tight, the little whimpering sounds in your throat bubbling up, and you're so close to coming and it's so good, nothing but pleasure and heat and you need it- you're hurting so much and you need something good, something sweet and easy-
The mouth vanishes, and the cock is back, pounding harder than before, and your voice cracks on a wail of despair, begging not to go home or to stop but:
"Please! please please I need it please let me cum please please cum please-!!"
"No," Nikolai says, his voice rough, and you realize he's the one fucking you now, his cock splitting you open, and you clench and shudder as he groans and fills you with his own cum, flicking your clit with his thumb like striking a match, too sharp and harsh to tip you over the edge.
Another third cock, this time with the slick folds of your pussy thumbed apart so your clit throbs alone, untouched, the burning pain sharp again inside you as the ruined flesh is pounded, fucked, used- so wet with cum now that it drips down your ass and joins the mess of your own piss and cum from before- and your eyes roll when someone else steps into the box, grips your head, and forces his cock into your mouth.
"There you go," a soft voice urges you, rich with an accent you can't place with your brain upside down and cum-soaked, "come on, let me in- open that little throat for me."
You choke, gagging, and the thick head of his cock pushes against the opening to your throat. You can't see his face, only a piece of his stomach, the edge of his opened jeans, and your pussy clenches down tight, burning and stinging, as your throat squeezes and is forced open as well, a second virginity ripped out of you. You gag, thrashing, and the cock pops free, stroking over your tongue before pounding into your throat again.
Your stomach rolls, nausea building as your gag reflex is pounded, but every time you nearly heave the man pulls out, strokes his cock over your tongue, prods at the inside of your cheeks- you're swimming in an ocean and going under the waves every time, pain and despair rippling down through you as any small pleasure vanishes, and you sob weakly when the man twists his hand in your hair and yanks, forcing you to swallow around him, and pumps thick, bitter cum into your throat, paints your tongue with it, your pussy clenching around another load of cum puddling inside you, dripping out.
You whimper when Nikolai pats your thigh and reminds you, "two more! I brought four friends. Almost done, more than halfway now, pretty girl." The man gripping your hair laughs.
"Aw, Nik, shoulda seen her face- fucking heartbroken."
Nikolai's head comes around, he's a blurry, massive bulk in your vision, as he thumbs a bit of cum off your lips and rubs it into your hair instead. "Aw, poor thing. Pussy sore?" Your head sags in a vague nod. It hurts. It's so sore it's fluttering, unable to close now, just a solid ache and throb from clit to hole.
He kneels, and pinches your ear, making you look at him. "A choice then, for being so good and coming on their cocks. You can get your pussy fucked twice more," you whine, "or, pay attention- you let the last two have that tight little ass instead."
There's twin moans outside your box. "Christ, Nik, I don't care what she says, if ass is available I'm taking it!" One snaps. "Waiting half the fucking night."
Nikolai smiles again, sharp toothed and nasty, and drops your head to bounce to the bench. "Hm, yes. Go ahead," and your mouth drops open on a long, soundless moan as fingers slick in your own cum and theirs prod down under your pussy, find your ass, and shove inside, two thick burning brands forcing even more of your flesh to stretch, to strain and tremble, hovering on the edge of a terrible, tearing pain.
The fingers thrust and roll in and out, sawing at you, and your belly clenches with a twisting ache. More slick is squeezed from your pussy with a hand on your lower belly, a thumb flicking your clit to make you whine, and all of it mixes into a wet, sticky mess that makes your skin crawl.
"Please no," you whisper, watching the ceiling spin, the camera and it's light uncaring as you blink tears down your temples. "No, I can't, I can't," but the camera keeps watching as the hot head of a cock is lined up, a finger in your pussy prodding and stroking, finding the sore, aching nerves inside, and as you flinch and whine it presses further in, breaching the tight rim of your hole, and a little weak spurt of piss is forced out of your bladder as the man bears his weight down on you, groans and swears and slowly forces the full length of his cock into your ass.
It burns, worse than your pussy, your body clenching and shaking to try and get it out again. Too much, too big and hot and awful, your sore pussy clenching on the finger in it only because the whole entire mess of your used flesh is clenching, trying to force the intrusion out.
It doesn't work.
He only grinds in deeper, moans and plays with your pussy, stroking your clit, urging more slick cum down to soak the base of his cock as it moves in you. It feels like it's in your lungs, and someone else sighs and drags their hand over your belly, up to cup your breast, and tenderly thumbs your nipple.
Slow, solid pumps of his hips, soft little rubs on your nipple. Your brain can't figure out what to focus on, the pain or the too-light distracting touch following it, forced to stay present and feeling it all, and you hiccup around a cry and drool cum down your cheek when there's a wet, hot splash across your breasts, trickling down to your throat, under the edge of the padded hole and into your hair-
They're pissing on you.
Another splash of it, and you give up. You can't even try and fight it, can't force the cock out of your body or their piss off your skin or even make the torn, bloody insides of your pussy regrow- you're a used up fucked up piece of flesh to pay off a debt, you'll be handed off to paying customers once these sadists are finished and you won't even know when you'll be free again.
Your own piss joins the puddle of theirs, wetting down between your legs, and all the tension drops out of you at once. The man in your ass groans, finding it easier with less resistance, and his hips snap to yours faster, wetter, chasing his pleasure. Someone looks in on you, though you can't see who, and makes a satisfied sort of noise.
The hot cum in your ass isn't even a surprise, or a new humiliation, just a notch in the long list of misery unfolding in front of you. Why not make your ass burn and tear and squeeze out more cum? Why not stretch your hole to the breaking point and spit inside it, groping hands and fingers pinching at you, smacking your pussy, your clit.
Your ankles are uncuffed, your wrists cross as you're rolled over to lay flat on your stomach, and now your ass is more available- and they take advantage, heavy palms slapping across your cheeks, your thighs, sharp cracks on your flesh until you make a thin, weak cry, skin throbbing and burning, and then the last cock is forced into your aching hole, the cum and slick and blood all smearing together as he fucks you hard.
He's harder than all the others, cruel with it even past what you had already endured- his fingers jab into the soft, bruising flesh of your ass, pinch so deep into your thighs your muscles jerk and spasm to break his hold even as your mind slips further away. A big hand cups your face, turns you to look up, and a stream of piss flows into your mouth, making you choke and sputter, as two fingers join the cock ripping your ass apart.
You whimper and try to spit it out, but the hand crushes down over your mouth and nose, forcing you to swallow, the awful salty taste sticking to your tongue, in your nose, as your body swings between giving up and survival.
Giving up wins again, and your head drops down to the bench again, lungs burning, dark spots floating in your eyes. Your ass is a burning mass of pain, your pussy close behind it, and the man digs in a third finger and comes with his other hand under you, pinching your clit so hard lightning crackles through you and whites you out and finally nothing at all, just the peace and bliss of a long dark tunnel with nothing at the end.
-
You wake in pain, head pounding, still laid on the bench but pulled fully inside your box now. The cuffs are gone but the evidence remains, bruises and marks and the sticky, half-dried evidence smeared on your skin, the stinging, burning ache between your legs, in your throat. You moan, trying to sit up, and you shift your legs and realize there's something inside you, something thick and heavy in both your holes, forcing abused skin and flesh to stay stretched and open.
A new horror starts to trickle in when Nikolai comes back inside, his cock back in his pants but that same smile on his face. "Sleeping beauty," he says, "have a good rest? Feel better?"
You stare at him dully. Whatever he's put in you or decides to do to you- what does it matter?
He shrugs when you don't answer. His hand comes down on your arm, urges you to stand even as you gasp, lightheaded, swaying on your feet. You feel weak as a baby stumbling to the door. "A good first night, I think. You'll go clean up and rest now, and I will fetch you for work when ready." He guides you down a dark hall and to another small room, the same camera in the corner, a bed, a shower on the other side. You yelp and collapse when he pushes you into it, and turns on a hard jet of cold water.
He aims the spray between your legs, and you flinch back, throbbing, and the plugs inside you are squeezed, shifting. You can't bring yourself to feel them, to touch where you're so sore and swollen. It all surrounds you in a mindless fog, pieces jabbing through as Nikolai leaves with the door locking behind him. Work, work, pay a debt with a body already torn and bruised and hurt- and you start to slowly weep again when you realize just how totally fucked you're going to be.
I want to be part of a friend group who over time all slowly start to sexually humiliate me
I want them to do it individually and act like they don’t notice anything when another one of them does something to me
I want a girl to casually pour water on me at a barbecue when i’m wearing a white dress, making it entirely see through, and then not let me change into another outfit
i want a guy to grope my chest at dinner in front of the group and for everyone else to just carry on talking
I want someone to find my nudes on my phone, send them to themselves, and then set them as their lockscreen
I want someone to reach under my skirt and pull my underwear down when im talking
I want it to escalate until we’re all hanging out and drinking one night, and a girl finishes her beer and just moves my underwear to the side and shoves it up my cunt
I want to slowly realize that they’ve been planning this all along, getting me comfortable with being objectified over time, so that when it got worse I didn’t even question it
and now i’m actually just an object for them to use, and they do
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