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.
You're bored. It's the first time this has happened since you came to live on the farm. You and Sable and the farmer had gotten home from the competition a few days ago to much fanfare from the others living there.
All the attention had been wonderful. You'd accepted all the hugs and kisses bestowed on you gladly, basking in everyone's affection. The farmer hadn't allowed it to go on for too long though. He'd put an arm around your shoulders, gently pulling you away from the assembled cows.
"Alright, everyone, I know you're excited to hear all the details but we need to rest." He'd given you a mock stern look, even as his lips curved in a smile. "Especially you, sweetheart. You're going to get the pampering of your life this next week."
And the farmer had been true to his word. You been allowed to lounge in bed til past noon the last few days, with the others stopping by to bring you snacks and to pepper you with questions about the competition. They'd cooed over your blue ribbon and sighed dreamily as you recounted Sable's performance.
It's all been wonderful. You love being spoiled like this. But it's also left you feeling... fidgety. The others hadn't been able to visit you for long, each with their own chores and milking to get to. You'd briefly considered visiting Sable in the stalls but dismissed the idea. If you'd been ordered to rest, the farmer had probably left similar instructions for Sable too.
You stretch out across your mattress, fingers idly circling your clit. That was pretty much all you'd been allowed to do the past few days. And while there are few things you love more than playing with your pussy, you find yourself wishing for some company.
And then, almost in answer to your thoughts, your door creaks open. You glance up in time to see Milk Dud peeking at you through the gap, their expression alight with mischief. You immediately straighten up but don't bother covering yourself.
"What are you doing here?" you whisper.
"We miss you," Dud says, opening the door further to reveal Bluebell standing beside them. They're both grinning as they hurry inside and quietly shut the door. Before you know it, they've both stripped out of their clothes and joined you on your bed, seated on either side of you. Delight floods through you at having them here but you can't help but look between them with a small frown.
"Are you allowed to be here?" you ask in a hushed voice. The last thing you want is for Bluebell and Dud to get into trouble.
"Don't worry about it," Bluebell says, also keeping their voice low. "The farmer doesn't know, but we've asked the others to cover for us." They lean forward to peck you softly on the lips. "So we're going to have to be very quiet."
Excitement fizzles through you. Your eyes flicker between Dud and Bluebell, even as you allow your thighs to spread further.
"Quiet?" you repeat. "What do you have in mind?"
Bluebell and Dud exchange a glance.
"Well, breakfast in bed is great and all," Dud begins, reaching out to run feather light fingers across up your thigh, "but we figured you might like a different kind of treat."
"What do you think?" Bluebell whispers, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. "You deserve something sweet after winning that pretty blue ribbon." A shudder moves through you as you feel them suck lightly on your earlobe.
A soft little whimper escapes your throat as Dud's touch glides across your clit. Their smile widens.
"You can have whatever you want," Dud adds, rubbing tiny circles against your sensitive nub.
It's hard to think with the two of them touching you like this. You bite your lip to keep any errant mooos from escaping as you search your foggy mind for a treat that would muffle the inevitable noise you were going to make.
An idea occurs to you just as Dud's fingers slip inside your cunt.
"Moooo-ooooh." Your head falls back as you spread your legs even further, arching your back as Bluebell cups one of your aching tits.
"What was that?" Dud murmurs teasingly. "You're gonna have to use your words, little cow, if you're gonna get what you want."
That's just mean. You press your lips together for a moment, working to get your breathing under control even as your hips buck against their hand.
"I w-want you to... to... fuck my t-tits," you manage at last, staring at Dud with wide eyes. "And Blue, I... I want you to m-make sure... nothing goes to wa-waste."
Bluebell and Dud exchange a grin. It takes them a moment to get into position and, with a little coaxing, you get Dud to face away from you as they cup your tits and slide their cock between them experimentally. Bluebell sidles up beside you, their own tits pressing against your side as they brush feather light kisses over Dud's thigh.
"Mmmm... that feels nice," Dud whispers.
But you're not listening. Your eyes are fastened on Dud's little hole, fascinated. Before either Bluebell or Dud can say or do anything else, you lean forward and flick your tongue over Dud's pucker.
A loud "Mooooooooooo," escapes Dud, and they bring their hands up to cover their mouth in a belated attempt to muffle the sound. You find yourself grinning, suddenly mischievous. Maybe you're not the only one who's going to have trouble keeping the noise levels down.
"Keep going," Bluebell whispers. You're not sure if the words are directed at you or at Dud, but you find yourself moving forward again as you begin lapping at Dud's twitching little hole. Almost in unison, Dud's hips begin to move.
Dud was right. This does feel nice. Precum is dribbling down Dud's cock as they fuck your tits, the moisture spreading and easing the way with every stroke. You crane your neck, stiffening your tongue so Dud can fuck themselves back on the tip.
It's not enough, though. You want to taste more of them, so you slide your hands up to cup Dud's ass cheeks, spreading them open wider as you work your tongue deeper into their hole. A hand touches the back of your head, and your eyes flick over to find Bluebell watching you closely, pressing you deeper into Dud.
Yes. This is what you want.
Your eyes flutter closed as you continue to lap at Dud's hole. Little noises escape them as their thrusts pick up speed, fucking your tits before rocking back against your tongue. And all the while, Bluebell cups your head and plays with your hair. All the sounds and sensations are making your head swim, and you can feel your cunt leaking, wetness trickling down your thigh.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Dud chants, their hands tightening on your tits, thumbs rubbing circles across the sensitive nubs. "Moooooooore," they gasp. "Deeper, go deeper, please."
You're more than happy to oblige. With Bluebell's help, you press even closer, breathing Dud in and relishing in the helpless little noises they're making. They'd fallen still by now, grinding back against your hungry tongue. At your side, Bluebell is murmuring encouragement to both you and Dud, their other hand reaching over to pick up the slack on Dud's neglected cock.
By now, you can feel droplets of milk beginning to leak from your tits. You wish you could feel someone suck on them, but maybe later. For now, you focus on bringing Dud as much pleasure as possible.
You can't wait to feel their cum splashing your tits and mingling with your milk. The mental image of Bluebell licking it all up has you muffling your own needy little mooooo between Dud's ass cheeks.
"That's it, you're both being so good," Bluebell whispers. "C'mon, Dud, I want you to keep going now. Fuck those pretty tits, paint them with your cum."
Oh, fuck. You can't help the way your hips buck in the air at that as you suck and lick at Dud's rim even more vigorously than before. Dud whimpers, apparently forgetting the need to be quiet, hips stuttering as they begin to thrust, their cock sliding between your tits once again.
The room is filled with the sounds spilling from your and Dud's throats, interspersed with Bluebell's breathless encouragements. Dud's hips are moving with abandon now as their cock weeps with precum. Your nipples are throbbing, your cunt clenching around nothing.
Fuck, why hadn't you taken the time to set up the dildo?
Finally, you feel Dud's body stiffen, their tight little hole fluttering beneath your tongue.
"Oh, oh, moooooooo." Their head falls back as hot spurts of cum splatter against your skin. Dud's hands, which had been kneading at your tits the whole time, let go to massage their own tits. Moments later, drops of milk join the sticky cum coating your skin.
Despite Dud finding their release, you don't let up your attention on their whole. You smile against their sweaty skin even as your jaw aches. At last, Dud's hand reaches back and pushes you away weakly before they topple over beside you with a giggle.
"That was fun."
You're still grinning and you glance over to share an amused look with Bluebell, only to find them staring hungrily at your tits. You can't help the way your back arches in response to their expression.
"No waste," you remind Bluebell in a husky voice.
You've barely finished speaking before Bluebell is moving over you, straddling your thigh as they dip down to lap at your skin. Getting dirty had been wonderful but the clean up is just as good.
Your eyes roll back in your head as pleasure pulses through you. Bluebell's tongue alternates between your nipples, sucking the swollen buds between their lips and licking off errant drops of Dud's cum.
"Mooooooooo..." A small, very distant voice in the back of your head warns you to keep it down but you pay it no mind. You reach a trembling hand between you and Bluebell, your fingers easily slipping between the soft, wet folds of their cunt.
"Oh, fuck," Bluebell whines, lifting their head away from your chest briefly. Your eyes fasten on their glistening lips as you slide a third finger inside them. From the corner of your vision, you notice Dud inching closer and that's when you feel their touch on your own soaked pussy.
Your eyes flutter shut. A moment later, you feel Bluebell's tongue back on your skin, resuming their clean up. By now, you've all forgotten the edict to keep your voices down, your cries of delight mingling with the wet sounds of pussies getting fucked by clever fingers.
The door to your bedroom opens with a soft creak. Startled by the sound, you all glance in the direction of the doorway to find the farmer taking in the scene with an expression of exasperated amusement.
"This wasn't really what I had in mind when I said I wanted you to take it easy," he comments.
Oh. You all exchange a distressed look, but it's quickly dispelled by the sound of the farmer's laugh.
"It's fine, none of you are in trouble. I just wanted to make sure Dud and Bluebell were alright. Shoulda known they'd come sneaking in here."
You can't help but giggle at that, and see that both Bluebell and Dud were wearing sheepish smiles. The farmer shakes his head fondly.
"Well, don't let me keep you from you fun." He waves a hand for you all to continue even as he leans against the door frame.
The three of you don't need to be told twice.
Somehow, it all feels even better, knowing that the farmer's watching. You can't decide where to settle your gaze: on Bluebell, eagerly licking cum and milk from your skin; on Dud's bottom lip caught between their teeth as the fuck your cunt with their fingers; on the warm approval on the farmer's face as he watches the three of you.
Finally, it's too much to keep your eyes open at all. The pleasure crests and your orgasm rushes through you.
“Moooooooooooooooo.”
More milk sprays from your nipples as your cunt clenches around Dud’s fingers. Your own hand stills from where it’s been toying with Bluebell’s clit, the pleasure too intense for you to do anything more than tremble.
But that’s when the farmer steps in. Hearing Bluebell’s little whimpers of protest—muffled from where her mouth is latched onto one of your nipples—he steps up the bed and replaces your hand with his own.
“Here you go, Blue,” he croons, crooking his fingers deep inside of them. “You can cum now. But make sure you don’t spill any milk.”
It’s a heady sight, the farmer standing there fully clothed, pushing Bluebell towards an orgasm of their own. An eternity seems to pass as you come down from that impossible high while watching Bluebell fall apart above you.
Trembling arms finally give way, and Bluebell collapses on top of you, their pebbled nipples sliding against yours in a way that makes you shiver. At your other side, Dud shifts even closer, the tip of their half-hard cock pressing against your thigh. You turn to rub your nose against theirs playfully.
“You all feeling better now?” the farmer asks from above you. He’s licked his fingers clean and reaches for yours to give them the same treatment, his tongue chasing the taste of Bluebell’s sweet cunt.
“Sleepy,” Dud yawns, even as they bury their face in the crook of your shoulder.
“I’ll bet,” the farmer chuckles. He presses a kiss to your palm before lowering your hand back down to the bed. “You two can spend the night here but everything’s back to normal tomorrow morning. Is that clear?”
You all murmur your agreement, snuggling up against each other as exhaustion tugs you under one by one. The farmer smiles before leaving the room and shutting the door quietly behind him.
Wanna get tied down to a bed on my hands and knees. I start screaming for help has men start to fill the room. They laugh at my helpless state and being listing off everything they plan to do to me. I shake knowing I’m about to be violated. The first man comes up shoving his long skinny cock up my tight teenage cunt. I scream out as he calls me a whore and tells me to shut up. He begins pounding into me raping my virgin hole as his friends all laughs at my pitiful state. He leans down and says “I’m gonna put a baby in you princess” and “fuck ur tight what are you a virgin?” When I don’t respond he slaps my as and says “well I’m waiting on you, I mean wearing these shorts shorts and low cut tops your asking for it”. I scream out “please stop I’ve never done this” that was my first mistake. The man behind me goes feral painting my inside with his cum. After him 5 other strangers dump their cum inside me. I’ve never felt so full. At this point I’ve stop trying to get them to leave and begun to enjoy it. Another man appears behind me and starts calling me his cock sleve. I recognize his voice, he’s my teacher and now he’s about to fuck me cunt. I beg him to stop as I’m sensitive so he leave down in my ear and says “don’t worry I’m gonna take care of you princess. I’m gonna give ur cunt a break” before showing his 9 inch thick length up my ass. I scream out at the raw and burning sensation. Some tells me to shut up so another stranger starts face fucking me. I scream out as my ass hurts and the man infront of me slaps my face and I moan. “Ohhh she liked that one what a fucking slut” she spits in my face. Another man grabs my hair and tears run down my face as he points a camera in my face. I know that I’m never leaving this room and this is my only purpose. So I start sucking the strangers cock as I feel my teacher finish in my ass. I fall asleep only to be woken up by a new group of men with their fat cock our waiting to ruin me…
Once a girl turns 18 she can choose to join my society where all women in my utopia are forced to wear fertility collars that change colors respective to their position in society there would be four different colors in the collars, representing green would be the free-use sluts that can be fucked anytime throughout the day.
on her way to work, it starts at the train ticket booth being fucked and filled by the guard after being given a ticket, making her way down to the platform and there is already a line waiting at the bottom of the platform where she is just pushed to the ground and raped and bred over and over until the train finally arrives.
the rules for being on public transport were she would only be allowed to stand in front of a door or the walls no sitting, and another 4-5 guys taking their turns one of the guys got mad and slapped her around a little bit, knowing her stops coming up and she has to get off.
getting to work, the boss is hosting a meeting, and she comes out with the platter of food on the lunch break, where the men can eat and empty their balls after they've had their meal, a line would start forming each man on a time crunch pumping and dumping his cum as quickly as he can before having to head back to the office, and after each employee has had their fill of her, going to the bosses room and presenting her cunt in case her boss might want it while he fills out some reports.
green collared sluts would be career women and the main reason for their existence is to make sure men's balls are always drained in the workplace on the way to work, there would be other workplaces they exist in, some heading towards industrial zones being tied up to out of work machinery, making sure every working man or tradesmen has their balls emptied.
Women with blue fertility collars would be private rape dolls, only given to the men at the top of society, the top performing students at universities, and anyone with high status, they would be carefully selected and picked from thousands of applicant's be trained in sexual seduction and be modified turned into a proper bimbo rape doll, their bodies a symbol of their high status and that they are reserved for private use.
they would only have one user, and that person would have access to them all throughout the day, making sure they are always performing at the top of their fields, her job would be to always be available always be dressed as slutty as possible, Woman with blue collars would be allowed to tease other men but never touch or be fucked by them, they would be a status symbol the envy of most men, and the woman who doesn't perform to the best of her ability would be de-ranked and moved to red fertility collars.
Women with red fertility collars would be society rape toys, their days would begin differently some heading towards public breeding pits, where she is propped up with hundreds of other women on breeding bars in a public square and just raped over and over all day by men from all walks of life.
some would go to public bathrooms and be chained to sinks and some were chained to the toilets, and are repeatedly raped all day by men after relieving themselves.
others would go to public libraries, with muzzles over their mouths because they have to stay quiet in a library, propped up by a breeding bar in each reading booth, borrow a book head towards a reading alcove, rape a red collard breeding slut, read your book and go home, these girls would be extremely popular for how adept they would be at not reacting to be being raped.
once a girl is successfully bred, her collar would turn purple, and she would be taken to a breeding farm, men would travel on vacation to these farms and pay a premium to fuck pregnant rape toys, and women would be sorted on how far along term they are, the bigger and rounder her belly is the more a man has to pay, these farms would be very popular the women thinking they were going to get a break instead just fucked night after night with a round pregnant swollen belly in heat, tongue sticking desperately as men sneak into the farm basement every night to milk your tits while they pump more cum into you, drinking from your udders while holding your swollen round belly.
some of the women can choose to be kept in the barn and dressed up like cute little fuck cows, where they walk on all fours and are bred every few hours, their pregnant swollen bellies put on display, walking aimlessly with a dead glazed look in their eyes, just fucked so full already pregnant and in heat, raped until they are just empty shells, the fuck cows with the bigger bellies being much more popular lines stretching out for what seems like forever.
Slip me a sleeping pill. Wait until I’m fully out. Set up the camera to record. Strip me. Push random things in my holes. Stretch them. Gape them. Use them all like fleshlights. Cum all over me. Tuck me in and kiss me goodnight.
The fun part of bondage is that you're not in control anymore.
you don't decide what type of restrains are going to be used to tie you up
you don't decide how you're going to be tied up (in what position)
you don't decide how long you're going to stay tied up, even if you want out after a while
you don't decide if you're going to be gagged
you don't decide what type of gag is going to be used
you don't decide how long you're going to be gagged
you don't decide which clothes you'll be wearing
you don't decide if you're going be stripped naked
you don't decide what will happen to your clothes once you're tied up in clothes (they can get cut off)
you don't decide if other people could see you tied up
The only thing you do decide: if you want to play this bondage game.
And don't worry, you'll be taken care off very well, even if you are tied up uncomfortable or a gag feels uncomfortable. You'll be fine. Health and safety are always top priority.
Underrated kink, choking a sub and making them masturbate until they cum before they get to breathe. Maybe starting off lightly. Mouth taped shut, a hand on the throat, just squeezing lightly, then gradually firmer as time passes. Then if they haven't cum by a certain mark, you add a nose clamp so they can't get any air in at all whether you choke them or not.
Just thinking of someone gently but firmly gripping my throat while I can't breathe at all anyways, watching me desperately try to get myself off by any means necessary and whimpering through the tape.
Even meaner would be finally coming and having the tape pulled away so I can gasp and breathe, then replacing it with a cock after a few seconds of me getting my breath back. Just fucking my face at whatever pace you please while I'm still breathless and watching me cough and gasp every time your cock leaves my throat.
Tentacle dildos but not silicone molded into tentacles shapes—actual alive tentacles the size of a dildo, some bigger, some smaller, that you have to keep and care for like anemones in an aquarium. They love wet and warm crevices because they're used to laying their eggs in them. Since they've been domesticated for the general market, they've developed a symbiotic relationship with humans. When removed from the water, they search your body for that warm hole to breed, glide into your ass or pussy and start fucking you until they come inside you. The eggs will develop and leave your body eventually, requiring an additional one-week incubation period. Once they have hatched, they grow fairly quickly into full-sized tentacles and boom, you got yourself a dozen more that compete for your holes.
If you're not into the whole eggpregg business—they recently crossbred two types of tentacles whose come is sterile. They have been cleared and declared as safe, but the crossbreeding resulted in some unforeseen side-effects. Tentacles that came once or twice per session now have a seemingly unlimited amount of come that they shoot into you until they tire, and the slippery mess it makes has been declared a safety hazard by several consumers now.
If you're not in for the clean-up, you can have them fuck you during their infertile period, which lasts about two weeks. Their self-lubrication is not as active during that time, making for an interesting textural experience, especially with the bumpy ones. But be careful—while infertile, they simply won't finish and just keep fucking you, which can lead to some very long sessions that some customers have called ‘too intense’.
I keep thinking about giving up control to someone. Like letting someone else decide when and if I cum. How I masturbate. What if any toys I use. What kind of porn I use. Letting them have control over my remote toys. Them making me do humiliating things to earn the right to touch or cum. Them making me overstim myself until I'm begging them to let me stop. Or them making me edge myself over and over not letting me cum, and once I'm crying and begging to cum they just tell me to stop and go about my day. Just let me be a mindless mutt and make all my decisions for me.