Demon-possessed Priest who rapes and breed a convent full of nuns.
The Demon can tell the Priest wants this, his head is so twisted and vile it took remarkably little for the man to let him in.
The Demon sees the Priest's thoughts when the young novices report to him, encourages the Priest to pleasure himself at night imagining how their tight virginal cunts would feel, taunts him with how sweet their cries would sound.
It takes a surprisingly short time until the Priest snaps, "punishing" one of the Novices by spanking her bare ass, making her spread her legs so he can stare at her exposed cunt as he reddens her cheeks. She's trembling, sobbing, begging forgiveness and he can't take it anymore. He pulls his cock out and buries it in her in one brutal thrust. She screams as he grabs the back of her neck, pressing her cheek into his desk where he's got her bent over and rapes her.
When it's over he tells her she is forgiven but only if she tells no one of this ultimate penance she gave him. She redresses and limps out, unknowing that the Demon picked her because she was fertile.
One by one the nuns are brought before the Priest to be "punished" for some small thing or another, one by one they end up with his cock inside of them and his seed growing in their wombs.
When they begin to come to him, bellies rounding he tells them this must've been God's plan and they should thank him for helping it come to pass. He pulls his cock out and forces them to their knees to suck him off, the Demon egging him to fuck their faces as brutally as he can, with no care if the women pass out from gagging and choking as long as he comes down their throats.
need to be tied down naked and on my back on a picnic table in a public park at night and have a train run on me. gagged so my pleading makes it plausible im there willingly. hole so plugged full of cum it squelches when the next man slides in. videos posted all over the internet with my full face in them. please
confession: probably the most degrading thing i've ever done, i went to meet up with a guy who was staying at a friend's house on the water. they were having a party, a bunch of cis guys, and we went out on a boat. they asked me to take my clothes off when we were out there and i did--even though we were in FULL VIEW of houses i did it anyway, they all still had their clothes on, and i laid there naked with my legs spread while they all drank, and just let them do whatever to me. sometimes they would finger my pussy, or just rub my chest or stomach or legs. one guy put a finger up my ass and just played with me for a while. and the whole time we were outside where people could definitely see. it was like i was just a party favor and they were doing whatever they wanted to my body. i was almost shaking i was so turned on, whenever i think about it i'm SO humiliated but it makes me so wet
confessing my rape fantasies to a friend who acts disgusted and repulsed. waking up that night to my wrists pinned to the bed and their cock inside me.
She barged into my room, screaming and calling me names. I barely have time to react as she goes for my neck and her other two friends hold me down in my spot. "Do you think you could just fvck my boyfriend and get away with it? You dumb wh0re, I've seen all your texts", she says as I struggle to break free, and any attempt to talk back gets her to slap me across the face.
"But you like to show off in naked photos, don't you? Don't worry, everybody will get to see the kind of 'star' you really are." I begged her to calm down and listen to my apologies, but she followed with a grin as her friends dragged me to the bathroom. She pointed her phone at me and started to film, instructing the girls to hold me down on the floor and take off my clothes.
She sprayed water all over my face using the pressure shower douche, but focused the strong water jet on my pvssy. I squirmed, unable to stop it. "Of course, nobody likes a dirty b¡tch, so let's clean her up before you guys can come and use her, shall we?" Wait, who was she talking to? Was she streaming this live?
One of the girls squirts a shampoo bottle over my hips and thighs, and with her soapy hand she starts f¡ngering me roughly. I stop begging for mercy and try to hide the fact that I'm enjoying being manhandled. Of course I fail, and they notice it immediately.
She approaches me to get a closer shot - framing sometimes my face, sometimes my pvssy -, and aims the pressured jet of water directly on my cl¡t, making me gasp and moan against my will. Her friend grabs the shampoo bottle again and clumsy pushes it against my pvssy, trying to shove it inside. After some resistance, she manages to do it, jerking it in and out as I scream and moan from embarrassment and pleasure.
"I told you I would expose the easy slvt that you are. I hope you enjoy getting railed and stuffed full because there are a lot of people on their way right now to get a taste of what they just watched. And don't fvcking come near my boyfriend again."
The Clearing. You’ve known about the place for months. A friend of a friend mentioned it at a party, half-laughing, as if she wasn’t sure she believed it herself. A spot in the woods outside town. Girls go there, she said, and men know to look for them. It’s not official. It’s not like there’s a signup sheet. You just go and wait for the worst to happen.
You laughed too. Called it a ghost story that suburban kids make up because they don’t have anything real to be afraid of.
Still, it stuck with you.
You went home that night and searched for it. Found a forum, then another, then a rabbit hole of firsthand accounts that made your face hot and your panties wet. Girls describing what happened to them in that clearing. How they walked in nervous and walked out ruined. That they didn’t see faces and didn’t exchange names. Hands just grabbed them from behind before they even heard footsteps.
At this point you’ve read every account at least twice. Some of them you’ve read while touching yourself, cumming with your hand over your mouth, imagining it was you on your knees in the dirt with a stranger’s cock down your throat.
You’d never go yourself. You’re not the kind of girl who does things like that. You’re careful. Cautious. Always double-checking that you locked the door. Texting your friends when you get home safe. You don’t walk into the woods alone and wait to be taken by men you’ve never met.
Even if you can’t stop thinking about it.
About going somewhere and giving up control completely. Skipping all of the awkward "so what are you into?" conversations, and getting straight to someone grabbing you by the throat. Being used so thoroughly until there’s nothing left of you but raw sensation.
You finally go.
Just to have a look and see if it’s real. To satiate your curiosity. And you can always turn around and run if things get out of hand. That’s what you tell yourself.
You park at the trailhead as the sun starts to drop. The directions from the forum are specific, and you’ve read so many stories you basically know the way by heart. The woods are quiet. Golden light filtering through the leaves.
As you get closer to the point of no return, you remind yourself yet again that you could go back. You could go home and make dinner and watch porn and touch yourself to the fantasy instead of the reality. Just stay the girl you’ve always been.
But all those tiny reassurances feel hollow compared to the excitement of finally being here. Of a world opening up to you as the tree line thins out.
You step into the clearing.
It’s smaller than you imagined. A rough circle of grass surrounded by trees, private and enclosed. Late sunlight slants through the branches. It’s almost peaceful.
You stand in the center and wait.
Nothing happens. Five minutes. Ten. You start to feel foolish. The whole thing was probably made up. Some elaborate fiction for lonely people to jerk off to. You’re about to leave when you hear it.
Footstep behind you. Not on the trail, they’re coming through the trees.
You freeze, a scared doe that’s forgotten how to run, standing perfectly still, fists clenched at your sides, heart pounding so hard you can hear it in your ears.
The footsteps stop. He’s close. You can feel him there, just behind you.
"You came here on purpose?"
You nod. It’s all you can manage in the moment.
"You know what happens to girls who come here."
Another nod. Your legs are shaking.
A hand fists in your hair. Yanks your head back. You gasp, and then his mouth is at your ear.
"Then get on your knees."
You drop. Leaves and twigs pressing into your skin through your jeans. He keeps his grip on your hair, keeps your head pulled back at that sharp angle, and you still haven’t seen his face. Not that you’d look if you could. Even you know better than to make a mistake like that.
"Hands behind your back"
You comply. He lets go of your hair long enough to grab your wrists, and you hear a zip tie ratchet tight around them. Your pulse spikes. It’s actually happening. You’re in the woods with a stranger and your hands are bound and you’re so wet you can feel it soaking through your panties.
He comes around in front of you. You keep your eyes down. See his boots, his jeans, his hand working his belt open. He’s stroking himself slowly, already hard, and you watch as his cock dangles in front of your face.
"I own you until I cum. So open up, slut."
You open your mouth. He feeds himself in without ceremony, one hand gripping the back of your head, pushing deep enough that you gag. He holds you there. Your eyes water. Your throat spasms. Saliva pools around his shaft and drips down your chin.
"Breathe through your nose."
You try. It’s hard to think. His cock is thick and hot and alive in your mouth and all you can do is take it, let him use your throat.
He fucks your face with no tenderness at all. Long strokes that make you choke, that leave you gasping each time he pulls back. You’re drooling. Crying a little. Your arms ache from being pinned behind you. You wonder if he’ll ever finish. If you’ll be trapped here forever.
When he finally pulls out you gasp for air, chest heaving, and he’s already hauling you up by the arm, spinning you around, bending you over a fallen oak. Your cheek presses into rough bark. His hands yank your jeans down, your underwear, and then his fingers are sliding through the wet mess between your legs.
"Soaked," he says. Almost to himself. "Knew you would be. You sluts always are."
He pushes two fingers inside you. You cry out, hips jerking, cunt clenching around the intrusion. He fingers you roughly, carelessly, like he’s testing your limits. Finding out how much you can take.
"It’s usually the eager whores like you that end up here."
He says it with a laugh as his fingers withdraw and then the head of his cock is pressing against you, pushing in, stretching you open around him. He bottoms out in one long stroke and starts fucking you like you’re nothing, like your only purpose is to be a warm place for him to empty himself.
Your bound hands chafe against your lower back. The bark bites into your cheek and breasts. He’s gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, pulling you back onto his cock with each thrust, and you’re making sounds you’ve never heard yourself make. Animal sounds. Desperate, wordless begging.
You cum without warning, your whole body seizing around him. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow down. Just keeps pounding into you through the spasms, through the second orgasm that builds right on top of the first.
"One more," he says. "Give me one more and I’ll fill you up."
You shake your head. You can’t. You’re too sensitive and raw and broken.
"Yes you can."
His hand snakes around, finds your clit, starts rubbing in tight circles while he fucks you. The pleasure is almost painful. Too much. You’re crying now, really crying, tears and snot and drool smearing all over
"Come on. Give me what I want. Be a good whore."
The third orgasm rips through as if it had claws, and you feel him slam deep and hold there, feel his cock pump ropes inside you, feel the hot rush of him filling you up just like he promised.
He pulls out slowly. You feel his cum leak down your thigh. He cuts the zip tie, and your arms fall to your sides, numb and tingling.
You hear his belt buckle, his footsteps retreating back into the trees. And then you’re alone in the clearing, bent over with your jeans around your knees and your cunt full of a stranger’s cum.
Your mind is quiet for the first time. Like someone reached into your head and turned off the noise that’s been buzzing there for years.
You pull up your jeans slowly. Wipe your face with the back of your hand. Your legs are unsteady as you make your way back to the trail, back to your car and the rest of the world.
You sit in the driver’s seat for a long time without starting the engine. Your body throbs. Your wrists are marked. You can still taste him in the back of your throat.
You’ll come back. You know that now. You’ll come back next week, or the week after, and wait in that clearing for whoever shows up to use you.
been fantasizing about some being a ghost’s playtoy for a bit
they start off with just teasing me every so often, almost enough to make me feel like it’s all in my head- they do little things like rub my cunt a few times through my clothes or grope my ass while i’m alone. they gradually begin to do this more and more, until there’s no way i can be making it up. it’s not like it’s bothering me though, so I don’t do anything to try and stop it.
after over a week of toying with me, they decide to escalate things further. sometimes after teasing me, i’ll feel my cunt spread open for something cold and hard, but only long enough to pump a load of pale, sticky cum inside. it’s hard not to moan or beg them to fuck me properly, especially when others are around, but i somehow manage.
eventually, my silent prayers are answered, and they start fucking me properly. the first time was when i was at a library and thankfully no one was around to hear me pant and moan, but once they started fully fucking me, they only did it more and more often. they didn’t bother taking my clothes off, since they could just fuck me through them anyway, so the only indication of me being fucked was the mix of their cum and my juices that dripped down my thighs during after.
one day, they decide to make a show out of things. when i feel cold fingers teasing my cunt open while in a crowd, i only bite my tongue to prevent from crying out. what i don’t expect is them pushing me to my knees and positioning me so my head is on the ground and my ass is in the air. i’m both surprised and aroused, and my feelings only grow as cold hands pull my shorts and underwear down, exposing my cunt to everyone around us. now that there’s no use hiding it, i don’t hold back any noises when they start fucking me hard and deep, which just attracts even more attention. soon dozens of people are watching me cry out and moan while my cunt stretches around nothing, and it isn’t long before i’m cumming for all of them to watch, likely to be the first of many. the cock stretching me out continues to fuck me through it, but i feel it’s thrusts growing more and more erratic. i know they’re about to cum and my cunt clenches around them, desperate to milk out every drop. soon enough, they bottom out in me and begin filling my womb with spurts of cold cum. the position i’m in prevents any of it from leaking out, but they make sure to pull out before they’re done cumming and shoot the remaining bit of their load where the crowd can see it.
but just because the ghost is done doesn’t mean it’s over. one of the members of the crowd steps forward, pants undone, and easily thrusts their entire length into my wet and stretched hole. it only takes a few thrusts before they’re adding their own load of cum to my womb. they don’t take the time to mark my hole like the ghost though, but only because another cock pushes into me as soon as they pull out. the first cock settles for cumming on my ass instead, which encourages other strangers to cum on me too. it’s clear that i won’t be leaving until i’ve pleased all of their cocks, either with my cunt or with my body.
by the time i make it home, i’ve been thoroughly marked inside and out by load after load of cum. my torso bulges from all the loads pumped inside, and there’s no way that i’ll be able to get the stains out of my clothes. but despite being used for hours, i’m too restless to sleep. i’m too busy wondering where i should go to tomorrow.
i can’t wait for my ghost to make me their public cumdump again.
'Road trip' but you just tie me up, spread out and naked in the backseat, drive us deep into the woods, and rail me all night where no one can hear me scream <3
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