Sadist woundfucker who wants to cut their partner open and fuck every new hole they make x immortal masochist who only gets off to their flesh being mutilated and violated
it orders boxers for you using your online shopping account. you donāt remember asking it, but theyāre more comfortable, so you wonāt scold your robot. itās got a better memory than you.
it uses a short name for you so it can āsave processing spaceā¦ā youāre not sure why you feel such a joy over how masculine it comes off.
you start to wake up with the robot standing over you in bed every once in a while, and your upper leg always seems more sore after these days (youāll later realize this seems to happen on almost a weekly basis).
itās the first time itās forgotten anything when your monthly razor refill doesnāt arrive in the mail, but you donāt really need to shave your legs, or the odd extra hairs cropping up on your chin.
the workout routines and meal plans it designs for you are a bit confusing; youāre used to so much more cardio, and you remember a calorie calculator saying a woman of your age shouldnāt eat as much (of course, youāre not a woman of your age). but you trust the robot.
and when you find yourself needing more, well, you attribute it to the confidence youāve somehow gained over the past few weeks. and you trust your robot, so you let it help. youāre not quite sure why itās fingers buzz in that way, but you trust when teaches you.
forcing an addict in the thralls of withdrawl to do horrible shit to themselves for a hit
bringing them to a skeevy motel where no one asks questions and no one cares and telling them the more depraved an act they commit on themselves the more drugs you'll give them
you could really go anywhere with that
watching them strip as fast as they can while they're shaking with naseua
they shove whatever they can in their holes,
bottles, bar of soap, toilet brush, the phone off the desk, tv remote
whatever they can reach
watch them find the knife you put in one of the drawers
the smart ones would start cutting, so delirious from the withdrawals they don't even care when the blood starts flowing, when they cut just a little too deep
could also just use them yourself if you get bored of watching a desperate bitch scramble around
you wouldn't even have to restrain them, just hook your fingers directly behind their lower jaw and push forward
fuck their throat until the naseua is too much, a little vomit isnt anything compared to how tight they'll get while they choke
force them over, press their face into the mess they just puked up, and rape them until you're satisfied
fuck them with whatever they were trying to stuff their battered holes with earlier when you need a breather
if they're still conscious by the end, toss them the bag
Drugging someone up and fucking them. Maybe forcing them on a leash as they whine pathetically maybe give them too much to the point where they seize fucking their seizing body as they foam at the mouth
A friend of yours introduced us at a party. I liked you right away. You were cute, and I could tell from the way you steeled yourself before giving me your name and pronouns that you needed me, even if you didn't know it yet.
It didn't take me long to get rid of your friend and get you alone. I'm good at getting things done once I know what I want. You were so goddamn easy, followed me outside like a puppy when I offered to split a joint with you, and you weren't even high yet. You were made for this -- made for me.
We got on the topic, and I told you I could get you anything you need, with one condition: don't tell your friends that you're getting the pretty boy discount. I'll hook you up. Back to my place. Honestly, you were so goddamn easy.
I left you on my couch with my cart while I went and found the good stuff for you. You were well on your way to out of your mind when I came back.
Pay attention, pup. I've got everything you need but you'll need to follow my instructions. Don't worry. I wrote them down. I know you can't be trusted to remember later. Let me show you what you need. I've got everything you need in this bag, okay?
This is a hybrid strain, high in terpenes. That's more important than THC percentage, okay? Every day, take two hits in the morning, just enough to make you desperate, and then get yourself way up in the clouds when you're home for the night.
This is testosterone cypionate, 200 mg/mL. Hush, you don't need to know where I got it. I told you I would give you what you need, didn't I? Every Sunday, you take 0.4 mL of this into the muscle of your thigh. Yes, it's going to hurt, puppy. You can take it.
This is a stroker. This is how boys get off, pup. Do you know how to use it? I'll show you. Take your pants off. Don't lie, you're leaving a wet spot on my damn couch. Doesn't that feel good? Every night before bed, you edge yourself stupid, understand? It's good for you. The T will make you desperate for it. I'm just taking care of you.
This is a key to my house. Yes, this house. Look at you, lying naked on my couch, stoned out of your mind, panting and humping my hand like a dumb mutt. I know what you need. I'll take care of you from now on. You come here every weekend. I'll check up on you and keep you stocked. And in return, you'll do absolutely anything I want.
get testosterone. go to the gym so you can build muscles. throw away the feminine clothes and get flannels, jeans and sweaters. dump him, he's not bisexual, he sees you as a tomboy fantasy, have some self respect and only date t4t. they will call you a "tboy", a "femboi", "confused" "my daughter" but never, never forget that you are a MAN. act like one.
itās honestly sooooo hot to be so fucked up you have no idea whats going on and are totally disoriented. idk why I even bother watching things with people when Iām at that level cuz all I do is zone tf out, slump on the couch, blink dumbly at the screen and go āwuz happening?ā every few minutes.
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