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You hate that you love the pain. You despise the fact that you were born like this, that the trauma you’ve endured made you the whore that you are today. And yet, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re addicted to every hit, every bruise, every scar, every hurtful word that exits the lips of a man as he brutalizes your holes, all for his pleasure. You love crying in his arms as you feel his cock twitch in your cunt. You love the sting of a smack across your face, especially when it’s earned, when you brat your way into a punishment. You love how dizzy, how numb, how warm you feel inside, no matter how bad it hurts on the outside. And you’ll never find a replacement for that feeling. You’ll never find your innocence again. You’ll always be a disgusting, happy little victim who needs male approval and abuse more than anything in this world. Because it’s everything to you. It makes you who you are.

ophisthanas

Arguably the most fun part of CNC is to keep her guessing, questioning her safety.

If a slut asks me to stop, I get a great deal of enjoyment out of making her think I'll stop. I look concerned for her. I ask if it hurts too much. I slow down, go gently. Then rip the rug out from under her, and put her back in her place.

Be explosive. Be unpredictable.

A dominant that masters this, while the act itself remains deeply consensual, rapes the girl's mind in a very real sense.

cumsocket2

Bitch School

You’re the first female in your family to graduate from an academic institution. Of course, it’s not a boy school, so you didn’t learn science or math. You learned what most women know innately, but don’t have the right words to express it. Females lack the intelligence to describe their experience.

Which is why your graduation speech was written for you by a man, the Dean of the school cheekily but accurately known as Bitch University. As top in your class, the graduation speech falls on you.

You see your family in the audience when you approach the podium. Your mother sandwiched between your father in brother. Both men are wearing suits, while your mother is in tights and a waist corset. It doesn’t cover her chest, so her tits are bare, just like yours. Just like every female in the audience.

You take your place behind the podium. It momentarily hides your scandalous graduation outfit—six inch heels, fishnet stockings, and a waist-trimming corset that pushes your naked tits out. It’s good to leave the details for the audience’s imagination. For now.

You clear your throat and begin reading your cards. “Men and bitches,” you proclaim. “Thank you for attending as we celebrate the passing of females into adulthood. This time is especially important in a woman’s life and we are honored to have you join us.”

You glance back at the Dean, standing behind the stage side curtains, and he smiles encouragingly. “My time at university taught me many things,” you continue, your voice loud and clear. “I learned the difference between men and females, and why I as a woman am destined to serve and obey.” Lots of clapping from the audience now. You swallow nervously, knowing what is coming.

“I learned that female bodies are evolutionary supplements to enable reproduction.” You stumble over some of the bigger words, in part because your nerves make your body shake. “Our wombs provide the means to create life, if we are able to earn a man’s desire.” Harder clapping now.

You step out from behind the podium so the audience can finally see the whole of your shame. Your fishnets are thigh high and your corset peaks dramatically near your navel, but you’re otherwise bare. You watch the men in the audience evaluate your naked womanhood and something twinges deep inside you.

You raise your voice to be heard over the clapping. “I, a female, speak on behalf of the class when I tell you that we are ready to enter society as cunts.” With the last word, your hand comes down hard to slap the flesh between your legs.

The audience oohs appreciatively. You see your brother pointing at you with one hand, his other on your mother’s tit, while he smirks and mutters something to your father. Your pussy twitches at your exposure, but you’ve learned that shame and public humiliation are the daily life of a woman.

Your voice trembles just a little as you continue. “As head of my class, I have the honor to be welcomed to womanhood by the Dean himself!” You throw an arm out dramatically just as the man himself strides from the side stage. “Men and cunts, please enjoy my bitching!”

The audience erupts in applause as the Dean waves to them and then strides purposefully toward you. Even while your body stiffens in anxiety, you turn to face him, spreading your legs to ensure your cunt is well exposed. You arch your back so your tits pop out further. This is one of many bitch poses you learned to entice men to use your body.

The Dean stops before you, then lifts one hand up to land on a tit. He grins to the audience. “It’s my pleasure to welcome the graduating class by breaking in our best student,” he announces. His eyes meet your father’s as if to reassure him that you’ll still be good sloppy seconds.

Then his attention is back on you. “Breeding position 4, darling. Face the audience.” You obey, your training now instinctual. You sink to your knees, lean forward on your elbows, and prop your cunt in the air. The audience hushes as if holding a collective breath.

The Dean circles around behind you and you hear the zipper on his pants. “This is what we train our students for,” he explains, then thrusts his cock in your breeding hole. Your eyes instinctively roll back in your head and you hear a few chuckles. A woman’s bitching face looks ridiculous.

The Dean starts fucking you methodically. “As I’m sure some of you will soon attest”—you can imagine him winking at your father—“the slut’s cocksleeve is tight and well-lubricated. Maximized for a man’s enjoyment.” You let your tongue loll out to emphasize his superiority as the fucker and your inferiority as the fucked.

“Now, bitch,” the Dean addresses you. “Tell our guests about your education while I seed your wet cunt.”

The sensation between your legs makes you dumb and hazy—bitch brain, your professors called it. You try your best anyways, while the Dean continues using your cumsleeve.

“I’m a bitch,” you announce loudly, your voice shaking a bit from the hard fucking. “Females are biologically designed to drain cock, like I’m doing now.” You see several people peering intently at the connection between the Dean’s cock and your wet hole.

“My classmates and I learned”—you gasp as the Dean smacks your ass hard—“to keep our cunts soaked and available for men’s use.” Your brother leans forward and stares at you intently, still absently milking your mother’s tit.

“I’m about to drain semen into my vagina,” you state, returning your brother’s gaze. “This is what it means to be a woman.” Your cunt clenches hard in shame at the smirk that passes over your brother’s face.

The clenching apparently worked for the Dean, as he starts fucking you harder. “The bitch is squeezing my cock to this,” he announces to more audience chuckles. “She’s been trained to cum when a man breeds her. Watch this.”

He cums inside you with a loud groan. Sure enough, your trained body kicks into overdrive and then you’re cumming on his cock, on stage, in front of everyone you know. You squeal loudly to make sure every man in the area knows your cunt is spasming on a pulsing cock.

“The bitch came!” the Dean proclaims, his cock still twitching inside you. The audience claps loudly. Your father and brother clap the loudest. You know what will happen to you right after the ceremony is over. Your pussy twitches again. Cum runs down your thighs, not the last time it will today.

lil-miss-mimi

Getting roofied at a bar just to wake up blurry, drugged, my hands tied behind my back, blindfolded, a ring gag in my mouth and a huge vibrating plug in my ass. Stumbling naked and blind down back alleys, whining for help as my helpless cunt drips down my thighs. Desperately hoping not to be seen even as I wordlessly beg to be released. Hearing cameras flash as passersby spot me; unseen hands pinching and slapping me. Forced to my knees, hands spreading my holes as a cock is shoved down my throat. "Fuck her face harder, she gets so tight when she gags." Drool and tears on my face as I'm split from both ends; and the toy keeps buzz buzz buzzing as I'm filled and stretched and abused, right there on the street. No one helps and no one cares; I'm an easy set of rape holes, and I'll see the evidence online when I'm finally set free

pumpaloadinmeplease

How do you fantasize breeding?

Okay so I fantasize it in a lot of different ways, but here’s my current fantasy:

I’m in a doctor’s office. It doesn’t matter what for, but scheduling conflicts mean I have to meet with someone other than my primary. I’m waiting, a little chilly in the sterile room, when an older man with graying hair walks in, my chart in hand. We start speaking, the specifics never clear, but the conversation culminates in him scheduling a quick procedure for that afternoon. I’m a little hesitant, but I trust this doctor. He leaves me alone in the room for about half an hour while the nurses prep the space and I get undressed.

When he comes back his cheeks are a little red and he has a silver tray in hand with a little metal jar on it and a wide mouthed syringe, like the type vets use to feed animals. It’s just him and me. He tells me to lie on my back and scoot my butt to the edge of the bed, gently spreading my legs and guiding them into the stirrups. I feel exposed as my hospital gown lifts and my pussy is exposed to the chill air of the room. He sets up a cloth divider, separating my top half and bottom half and preventing me from seeing him where he stands between my legs. Then he comes up next to me, guiding an oxygen mask to my face and telling me to breathe deeply. Everything slowly goes black…

Once I pass out, the doctor returns to the other side of the divider, where my pussy is waiting for him to violate it. He snaps on a pair of blue latex gloves and brings his hand down to brush against my slit. When I make no indication that I felt it, he slowly guides his finger deeper, passing through my folds until he reaches the pucker of my hole. Slowly, he presses a finger in, my unstretched pussy tight around even his index. He fingers me gently, first with a single finger and then two, working me open until I don’t resist the intrusion. When he finally pulls his hand away I’m wet, slick glistening on his gloved hand. “What a sweet little pussy you have,” he mutters hungrily.

He reaches over to the silver tray and pops the lid off the container. Inside is a viscous white goo. I don’t know it, but when he left me to get undressed he went and jacked off twice in the staff bathroom, filling the jar as full of his seed as he could. He grabs the syringe, dipping it in and pulling the plunger until it’s as full of cum as it can be. Turning back to me, he brings the dripping tip up to my cunt, wiping the excess cum off by dragging it through my slit. With one hand he spreads my lips wide, and with the other he inserts the syringe, pressing it against my hole until the wide cylinder forces it’s way in. He goes in about half way, before pulling it out a little, watching my pussy cling to it. In and out, he slowly fucks me with the syringe full of his cum. “Look how good you take it,” he murmurs. “I bet you love this. You’re going to be so full of my seed by the time I’m done, there’ll be a baby brewing in that womb of yours before you reach the parking lot.” He slides the syringe in further, only stopping when the barrel has completely disappeared inside me and the finger rests press tight against my skin. Slowly, he presses the plunger down, flooding my cunt with his thick semen. He waits for a moment and then pull his tool out, watching my hole clench around nothing as he refills, a few drops of white slipping out and tracing down the curve of my ass. He slips the syringe inside me again, this time only half full, and can’t stop from palming himself through his pants as his thumb presses down the plunger and seeds me again.

Keeping the barrel inside me, he carefully removes the plunger. When he kneels he can look inside my most intimate parts through the clear plastic; at my soft pink pussy and the thick white cum he filled it with. Finally, he divests himself of his gloves and unzips his pants, pulling his thick cock out and jacking off as he watches my cunt pulse around the syringe he used to violate and fill me, as he watches his semen slip through the tight ring of my cervix and into my unknowing and unprotected womb. When he feels himself getting close he can’t hold back anymore, staggering to his feet and teasing the syringe out of me. My pussy clings to it, unwilling to let it go, and clenches once it’s gone. Then, with one smooth motion, he plunges his cock into me.

I jerk even through the anasthesia as his fat cock forces it’s way inside, bulbous head reaching deeper than the syringe and slamming against my cervix. If I was awake I would be crying from the burn of his sudden intrusion, at the way it felt like he was going to split my tight pussy in half from his girth alone. As it was, I only whimpered a bit in my sleep.

There’s no slow or soft period. He grinds his thick head against my cervix before pulling out and slamming his cock back in, fucking me deep. He feels his cock beat against my cervix with every thrust of his hips and pushes in deeper, aiming for the impossible and trying to break through. I’m crying in my sleep at how roughly he fucks me, but he can’t see that past the curtain. My cunt is the only thing about me that matters anyways, even my trembling thighs only useful for how he can use them to pull my hips towards him and fuck me deeper.

The room echoes with the slap of flesh on flesh as he drives into my pussy over and over, desperate to cum inside me and fill my womb for the third time. The semen that wasn’t yet absorbed into my body, wasn’t yet seeking out an egg to fertilize, acts as lube, slicking my cunt even further. It collects at the base of his cock, dripping on the floor and splattering across both our lower bodies every time his hips violently meet my ass.

As he reaches his end he pounds into me deeper, harder. He’s frenzied as he does his best to pry open my cervix with just the blunt tip of his cock. It’s my whimper that does it, driving him over the edge. He grips my thighs bruisingly tight, pulling my hips towards him until he’s buried to the hilt inside my abused hole, twitching balls pressed against the skin of my ass. He empties his load deep inside me with a snarl, having too much self-restraint to yell. He pants, keeping his cock still to encourage as much of his seed as possible to fill my womb.

Looking at my trembling lower belly, he can almost picture it. The thick white liquid slipping into my young womb, filling it to the brim with his semen. The individual little sperm invading an unknowing me, searching out an egg and forcing their way inside, fertilizing it much the same way he did me. All his fallen little soldiers who couldn’t impregnate me dripping from my cunt and flooding my panties, smearing along my lips and slicking my every step. His cum lubricating my every step and my uncomfortable, blushing face as I feel my lips slide against each other as I leave his office.

He starts thrusting again.

...

I wake up to the doctor at my side, feeling sore down below in a way I’ve never felt before. It feels like my very cervix is bruised, making even sitting up painful. I cover myself with my hospital gown once I’m upright, and I’m not sure why the doctor smiles.

He explains to me that the procedure went well, and I’m cleared to go home. He says that I’ll probably feel sore down there for a few days, but that I shouldn’t worry about it and let it heal in it’s own time. I follow along as best I can, but I’m distracted by the wet feeling I notice between my legs. I try to subtly shift, wincing at the movement. The doctor smiles at me one last time before leaving me to get dressed. I move slowly, trying to accommodate for the ache I feel deep inside. I don’t notice the thick white seed dripping from my cunt, or how my panties smear it over my skin. I don’t notice the sperm inside me finding an egg and burrowing in, fertilizing me. I don’t notice the doctor’s sly grin as I check out, watching me shift from side to side with pink cheeks and a frown. I don’t notice any of it.

lord-of-dice-and-kinks

A post work-out struggle

Imagine having had a proper little work-out at your local gym. It was night, you came here after work/school even though you were already pretty much knackered. But that didn’t matter much did it? You wanted to let out steam. Might as well do it when you already craving a proper after-work-out-nap right? So you go there. At night. AirPods in. Listening to music as you do your cardio, squats and general exercises. You work on whatever you want to work. People stare at you, but you ignore them. Focusing more on your breathing and general work out routine than the few people around you.

And after two hours you stop. Body warm and sweaty. Breathing heavier than before. You feel the sweat drip down your shorts and down onto your leg. It’s been a rewarding session. And you walk away to the changing rooms which, like usually at this hour, are empty and all yours. You look for your stuff in your locked and find your towel which you use to wipe the sweat from your brows. Still mid-catching your breath you suddenly hear the door creak behind you.

Was there maybe another person using the changing-room alongside you? As you turn around, face half buried in your towel, you see a man walking towards you. “Hey you don’t belong here?! Do you need something?” You say half in confusion and half in fear. Your mind racing to the fact that thankfully you didn’t undress before he rudely barged in. But the man does not respond.

“Hey I’m talking to y-“ before you can finish your sentence the man has closed in the distance between you two and put his sweaty palm in front of your mouth. Gripping tightly onto your face as he pushes you against the locker behind you. You try to grab onto his arm and you dig your nails into his skin. You scream, but the sounds are muffled under his palm. You try to kick. But he is out of reach. And no matter how much you dig into his flesh, his grip does not soften.

And then. Then you feel his hard fist hit your stomach. Not only catching you off guard, but also slamming the air out or your lungs. Your legs buckle. The panic hits. And again and again you feel his fists hit your ribs, side and stomach. Making you feel sick to the stomach. You weakly look into his eyes as you cough and struggle to breath. But all you see is darkness. All you see is a serious intent to harm. And that, combining with a knee to your side, is enough to make you collapse in pain and fear.

The man lets go of you and all you can do is gasp for air and cough out violently. All you can do is grab onto your bruised and battered body and try to beg for mercy “w-why?!” You say as he chuckles. Blood trickling down your lip. And then you notice the warm liquid around you. Now you notice the brutal battering and physical bullying has made you piss yourself in pain and fear. Now you notice the smell and feel his content glare. That’s when the tears break out. You start sobbing. And you feel his big hands grab onto your shoulder and drag you through your own piss onto one of the sitting benches.

There he tears your top off. Rips your sweaty and pissy shorts to shreds. And puts you in the position he wants. The position I want. Before slamming my already hard cock all the way inside of you. Holding tightly onto your hips with one hand and slamming your face down against the bench with the other. Bruising your face even more in the process while enjoying your pathetic whimpers. Slowly I slide my hard veiny raw cock outside of your sweaty and wet pissy pussy. Before slamming it all the way inside in one brutal thrust. Repeating that mean and slow process of pulling out and slamming in. Battering your insides just how I have done with the rest of your body.

You can’t believe it. This man just merciless started to use your cunt. You can feel his raw unprotected cock pound inside of you, but all the struggle has been punched out of you. Your body sore and battered. You are still trying to catch your breath. Your wet hair smeared all over your face. Your body bruised and bleeding. Piss dribbling down your thighs as pussy juice swiftly follows. All you can do is softly whimper for him to stop. But even that is too much for your lungs right now. And before you know it you hear him primally grunt in annoyance.

“Quiet you whore.” I say as your needy begging frustrates me. “I said fucking QUIET.” I growl out as I slip my shaft out of your wet hole. Before getting up and taking off my sweaty boxers.

For a moment he stops. Did it work? Is he free? Hope returns as he seems to let go. You weakly turn around. Finally a moment to catch your breath. Before you suddenly feel him grab you by the face and slam his fat dick all the way down your throat. You gag. Panic kicks in. You feel him pulsate deep down your throat. Literally gripping his fingers into your skull as he pounds your face harder than your pussy. You can now taste your own pussy juice and piss on his cock. That combined with a salty and musky taste and smell from him that you had not noticed before. You try to resist, weakly slap his leg, but all you end up doing is look more pathetic as waves of spit and drool dribble down the corners of your mouth.

He pulls out as bubbles of drool fill your mouth. The world around you looks hazy when he slams his dirty sweaty boxers into your face and mouth. The strong stench or sweat, ballsack and pre-cum a literal wake up call from your hazy and dazed state. Before you realize he has lifted you up by your hips and slammed you against one of the lockers. Drilling your cunt from below while holding your weak body up. Using you as a pissy pocket pussy.

Throwing you on the floor soon after and stepping onto your face. Pushing your hair deeper into the pissy puddle, before positioning your ass just where he wants it to properly wreck and use it. And that’s exactly what he does. He forcefully uses you. Bullies you. Kicks your cunt. Punches and pinches your tits. He primally mounts you while biting your neck. Bruising you beyond your wildest expectations. He slaps your face. Pushes your face between his hairy sweaty asscheeks and makes you clean his sweaty hole. Tears falling down your cheeks as you hear his disgusting groans. Before he puts you in a mating press and brutally hammers away at your pussy.

No mercy. No affection. He caught you. You are his prey. You lost. So he uses you however he wants. For degrading enjoyment. For the licking of his ass. For the wet warm holes you provide for his veiny cock. His veiny cock that is about to explode inside of you. Your last whimper of resistance comes out at the same time as his animalistic guttural groan. As he fulfills his primal desire. Wave after wave of hot cum shooting inside your unprotected pussy. Filling you up and overflowing you as you whimper around his big hands that choke you to orgasm onto his cock.

Pathetically forced to cum as he forcefully uses you. Forced to cum as he chokes you out and batters your pussy.

“Are you okay sweetheart?” I say as I let out one final gasp and kiss you on the forehead. You smile and whimper a little fuck. “It stinks in here now!” I softly whisper in your ear “Like pissy bitch in heat.” You weakly slap my arm. “Who’s fault is that!?” You say loudly as I help you get up.

“Not miiiiiine” I smirk. Before giving you a soft naked hug. “Let’s get this cleaned up as you take a shower, before we head back home. We worked out enough for today, don’t you think?”

lord-of-dice-and-kinks

I want you to daydream about trusting somebody far too much. And inviting them over to your place. Perhaps feeling a little bit ill due to the weather. Feeling drained due to work. Or generally just exhausted, and this person taking advantage of your weakness by pushing you more and more and more. Until, through convincing coaxing and pushing, they have you on your knees sucking their musky cock off. Struggling. Whining. Really wanting them to stop.

But they don’t. Instead they get frustrated with your lackluster job. Instead they get annoyed with how you pleasure them. How slow you are licking. So they grab you by the shoulders. Push your back against the door as you fall onto the floor. Pinning your arms above your head as you try to turn away. But instead they lock your head between their thighs as they pin you fully against that door behind you. Cramming their cock inside your mouth. Not stopping until they feel the back of your sore throat. And groaning primally as they just fuck your face like a pussy. Rape it like one too.

Imagine crying. Struggling. Not being able to breathe. Resisting. Surrendering. Zoning out. Disassociating. Trying to escape the moment. Trying to hold on. Survive. As your face, mouth and throat get roughly get raped and taken. Imagine that fear. The objectification. That defeat. The surrender. And eventually feeling them dump wave after wave of cum down your throat, on your neck and on your tits. Leaving you on the floor sobbing, struggling and breaking.

lord-of-geeks-and-subs

“You are mine”

I’ll growl into your ear while forcing my hard rod inside your unprotected pussy forcefully. My big hands hold you down by the shoulders as I slide my raw cock in and out your pussy. Dick throbbing inside of you in delight, as I start by sliding my shaft in and out of you in long careful strides. Before switching over to deep and rough thrusts that batter against your cervix with every thrust. In the meanwhile tears stream down your face. You scream for help. Kick. Crawl away. But I easily overpower you and pin you in place. Slamming my veiny shaved inside you deeper than ever before in one mean thrust. Hurting and pleasuring you in the process. You whimper. “Please.. s-stop. No. No. I-I donnt waaant this..” you say. I smile and laugh, while a soft groan escapes my lips. “Hmhmm but I do. You were asking for it with a sexy body like that. Now I’m going to enjoy you. Rape you. Use your young body. Unload my balls in you and make you mine.” Panic enters your mind. Breathing becomes hard as you frantically start to scream for me to stop. I put my large hand in front of your mouth and growl sadistically in your ear. “Goooood. Suffer for me. Hyperventilate. Have a panic attack. It only tightens up your fucking cunt even more for me. Fuck.. so tightt. I’m about to cum… I’m about to fucking cummmm.” I growl, before pushing the tip of my dick against your cervix and blasting wave after wave of hot cum inside of you. My cock pulsating and throbbing from base to tip. As you feel jets of hot sperm pump inside your dripping pussy. Forcefully raping a load in you while holding you down violently. Fingers digging into your flesh as I howl like a beast and you whimper like a caught prey. Until I’m done pumping inside your pussy and slowly slide out my softening member. You lay there limp. Pussy leaking with cum. And I use your ripped off panties to clean my cock. “Thanks hole. That was a good fuck.” I say before kissing you on the forehead and leaving you there on the floor bruises, filled and ravaged.

corruptedbyhim

Times Up. The room is dim. Expensive furniture reduced to shapes in the darkness. The only sound besides your own breathing is a quiet hum from a digital timer mounted on the opposite wall. Red numerals glow in the gloom: 00:59:57.

Just under one hour.

"You're awake." The voice comes from somewhere near the door. You crane your neck, wrists already testing the leather restraints, and watch him step into the faint light. You don't know his face. But you recognize the way his eyes move over your body. Roaming. An inventory assessment.

He's carrying things. Metal glints.

"The rules are simple," he says, approaching the bed. His footsteps are unhurried. "When the timer hits zero, I undo the restraints. The door opens. You leave." He pauses at the edge of the mattress, looking down at you. "One small addition."

Cold metal touches your nipple. You gasp as he fastens the clamp, the bite sharp and immediate, radiating heat straight down to your core. The second clamp follows. You arch involuntarily, straining against the leather.

He produces a vibrator. Sleek. Expensive looking. You watch him lower it between your legs, watch the silicone part your folds and settle against your clit. He turns it on.

"Every time you cum, an hour gets added to the clock."

youronlinedadsblog

tw/ r@pe,piss

She was a stuck-up bitch, always looking down her nose at men like me. Well, tonight, I was gonna teach her a lesson she'd never forget. I followed her home from the bar, waiting until she stumbled into her apartment before kicking in the door. She screamed, but I was on her in a flash, slamming her against the wall, my hand clamped over her mouth.

"You think you're too good for me, slut?"I snarled, ripping her dress off."I'll show you what happens to arrogant whores like you."

I dragged her to the bathroom, shoving her head into the toilet. "Open wide, bitch.You're gonna drink what I give you."

I unzipped my pants, pulling out my hardening cock."Suckit, you disgusting slut. And if you even think about biting, I'll knock your teeth out." She struggled, tears streaming down her face, but I gripped her hair, forcing her mouth open. "Fucking swallow, whore."

I pissed into her mouth, the warm liquid filling her throat.She gagged, trying to pull away, but I held her in place, laughing as she choked and sputtered. "That's it, drink it down. You fucking love it, don't you? Dirty little piss-drinking slut."

Once I was finished, I yanked her head back, spitting in her face. "Now, get on your knees and clean my dick with your tongue. And if you're a good girl, maybe I'll let you breathe before I fuck your face raw." She hesitated, sobbing, but a sharp slap across the cheek snapped her out of it. Trembling, she sank to her knees, taking my hardening cock into her mouth.I grabbed the back of her head, thrusting deep, not caring as she gagged and retched.

After what felt like hours, I pulled out, spraying my cum all over her face."Clean it up, slut," I ordered, wiping the last drops on her lips. Sarah hesitated, then began licking my seed off her cheeks, sobbing quietly.I smirked, tucking myself back in."Good girl.Now, bend over the toilet. I'm not done with you yet."

I fucked her face mercilessly, using her throat like a toy. Sarah gagged and choked, tears and snot streaming down her face, but I didn't stop."Look at you, loving it, you filthy whore," I sneered, slamming my hips forward."You're nothing but a hole for me to use."

I spent the rest of the night using her every which way, violating every hole, marking her as my property.

youronlinedadsblog

After our regular livestreams and pornos you’ll start renting me to old perverts online <3

They’ll make me dress up like their daughter just like an innocent cunt and make me suck on their cock while saying I’m thirsty for milk

There’ll be regular gangbang sessions where I have to ride each cock and in detail write about my experience and submit a report to you but all the pages I submit will have drawings of cocks and my drool and juices slathered on it as all I could do while writing the report was get wet and edge and realise that I’d forgotten how to hold a pen so I just fucked myself with it

For some special livestreams you’ll tie me up naked in a public mens toilet, my face covered in a latex mask and only one hole opening into my mouth, telling me we’ll play for a few minutes or so but in truth you’d set up a camera and post the location online inviting other men to use me to jerk off and cum in me and use me as a toilet

On another special livestream you’ll get “daddy’s cumslut” tattooed on my tits with a bunch of cocks drawn on my body as I’m drugged up due to which I orgasm everytime the needle touches me, even better if the tattoo artist has his dick inside me while tattooing me

Please daddy? 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖

Oh yes slut, I'm gonna tie you in the toilet but I won't make you wear a mask cause I want people to cum,spit,piss on your face. You'll be a free use whore. You'll be tied there with a board which says "use as you please". Anyone can use you the way they want. Fuck/gape/spit/piss/cum or use you as a ash tray.

I'll keep you in a dark room and I'll give you an aphrodisiac and make you watch disgusting rape porn. That will be your only source of entertainment. This will happen again and again. Till you go brain-dead and beg me to use you. You'll be to r@ped like a dumb whore.

Then I'll fuck you like a slut you are and leave you there on floor passed out. If I wanna use you again I'll shove my cock in you again and fuck you doesn't matter if you are conscious or not. I will feed you in a dog bowl and when u eat I'll cum,spit,piss in it.

If anyone comes home you'll be naked on a leash and will walk on your 4s like a good little pet. You'll not be allowed to speak. And do everything I say like a good slave. I'd use you in front of them and let them see you being a good whore for me. And if they get hard you're gonna crawl like a bitch to them and suck their cock good and make them cum.

If I get bored I'd take you to the woods naked and tie you to a tree. I'll share the location online so anyone can come and use you and that will all be streamed live. People would pay for the stream and whoever tips the most will get you for a whole night.

You'll be a 24*7 slave for me. Having no life,desires of your own. You will think what I want you to think. I will give you thoughts in your little brain, Words in your mouth. Your whole point of existence is to please me.

youronlinedadsblog

TW/ Cnc, forced scene, gang bang

You're at a wild college party, the music pounding and the alcohol flowing freely. You're having a great time dancing with your friends when you realize you've lost them in the crowded room. Wandering through the house, you hear laughter coming from upstairs.Curious, you climb the stairs and follow the sound to a dimly lit bedroom. Inside, you find five guys smoking and drinking. They look up as you enter, their eyes lighting up with interest. "Well hello there," one of them says, standing up and approaching you with a smirk."Look what we found. "Before you can react, he grabs your wrist and pulls you into the room. The door slams shut behind you as the others surround you, grinning predatorily. "Let's play a game," another guy suggests, his hand sliding down to squeeze your ass. "How about truth or dare? "You try to pull away, but they're too strong.

"Truth or dare?" the guy asks again, his grip tightening on your wrist.You hesitate, your heart racing. "Truth," you whisper.He smirks."Okay, truth. Have you ever been with more than one guy at a time?"You blush and shake your head. "No."The guys exchange glances, grinning wickedly."Well, tonight's your lucky night," one of them says, grabbing you and throwing you onto the bed."We're going to teach you a lesson about wandering into the wrong room."They pounce on you, tearing at your clothes as you scream and struggle. Handsgrope your breasts, pinch your nipples, spread your legs forcefully.You're overwhelmed by their touches and the burning desire in their eyes.

The first guy tears off his shirt and climbs on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head.You can feel his hard cock pressing against your stomach as he grinds against you."I'm going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours," he growls, reaching down to unbuckle his belt.You try to scream, but another guy clamps a hand over your mouth."Shut up, slut," he hisses in your ear, his other hand sliding between your legs to finger your wetness."You're already turned on, aren't you? You love this."The first guy pushes his pants down, freeing his massive erection.He positions himself at your entrance and thrusts inside without warning, stretching you wide open.You cry out against the hand muffling your screams as he begins to pound into you mercilessly.

The guys take turns fucking you, using your holes like their personal toys.They pass you around the room, one after another claiming your mouth, your pussy, your ass.You're lost in a haze of pain and pleasure, your body no longer your own. They slap your face, pull your hair, bite your neck as they rut into you like animals.You can feel their hot cum filling you up, dripping out of your stretched holes and down your thighs.One by one they finish with you, leaving you lying on the floor in a mess of sweat and semen.But just as you think it's over, the door opens and more guys walk in..."Hey, what's going on here?" one of them asks with a smirk."Nothing much," the first guy replies."Just breaking in this little slut. Want to join us?"

The new guys grin and start undressing, their erections are already evident."Hell yeah," one of them says, approaching you and grabbing your chin roughly."Open wide, bitch. It's time for round two."He shoves his cock into your mouth, forcing you to deepthroat him. The others gather around, stroking themselves as they watch.You're completely at their mercy now, a plaything for their twisted amusement. The night is far from over.

Wanna read part 2 let me know in the comments?

fallen-from-the-sea

The only reason you whores are not being raped constantly is that most men refuse to disobey social norms. All it takes is for one man to stop caring and those millimeters of cloth separating their cock from your pussy will vanish. No matter how hard you fight, no matter how much you struggle their cock will go in any hole they fucking please.

You pass by so many men and any one of them can rape you leaving you a beaten and cum filled slut.

I am one of those men and I enjoy finding you when you are alone and vulnerable. You wont see it happening begore its to late. By then its far to late as your falling face first into the dirt ass up.

You wont be able to process whats happening. It couldnt happen to you. This was only a fantasy you rubbed your clit to on the internet. This only happens to whores and sluts who dress like prostitutes. As my hands are forcing your leggings down to reveal the thong you wore for your bf. As you start coming to your senses you hear my pants falling. You start to try and move as im forcing my cock into your aoaken wet pussy.

Another man, a strange man is forcing his cock into your drooling cunt. You start to buck your legs, start trying to move , crawl away, turn to try and escape. I grab your hair , rise ur head up and then back into the ground. You start to scream, begging, wailing, crying, pleading.

In 1 hand i grab the back of your neck and force you down. I pull my cock out until only the tip of my cock is left inside your drooling pussy. then with the other hand i start slapping your soft smooth ass, not stopping , beating ur ass black and blue. You beg with each hit to stop, and plead that you will forget this, that you never saw my face.

I laugh with joy and then thrust my cock hard and deep into your cock hungry cunt, thrusting in and out harder and faster. You start moaning and sobbing. My cock feels incredible in your tight wet cunt, and as much as you fight and are trying to crawl away you can feel every single centimeter of my cock moving in and out of your pussy.

As you start feeling my cock throbbing you start begging and pleading with renewed tears flowing down your face. You start screaming you will forget this, that I can cum anywhere just not in your pussy. I laughed as I grab your waist and start thrusting hard and faster and faster. Your sobs growing into more moans till you are just moaning like the cocksleeve you are. Until I ram my cock as hard and as deep as I can hitting your womb, you start sobbing and crying, as suddenly you feel my warm cum squirt into your womb. You are so overwhelmed by it you pass out from shame, anger, sadness, and mental anguish. As I got to enjoy your cunt. I just get up and leave you out in the park. I a fond memory of raping a new cunt. You a new craving to be raped, and a life time of never being able to forget my cock.

hostilecontact-deactivated20260

Sometimes I don’t even want sex. Sometimes I just wanna lock a retarded gen z cunt in a closet and see how badly I can make her spiral out. Leave her all alone in the dark with her hands cuffed and walk off, just to trigger her fear of abandonment. Come back a few minutes later, pull her out, toss her to the ground, beat her until she stops screaming and starts apologizing, throw her back in. Pull up a chair and start stroking myself to the sound of her pathetic whimpers with her ripped panties wrapped around my cock. Kick the door every now and then just to startle her and keep her tears flowing, laughing at her when she lets out a yelp and starts sobbing harder. Sometimes the only thing that gets me off is making sure she’s never the same in the head again when I’m done with her. Sometimes I just wanna fracture a whore’s mind.

lord-of-dice-and-kinks

Raped

[This was obviously written as CnC. Even though not explicitly mentioned, you can always assume there’s discussion, consent, safewords or aftercare within my CnC type stories. Like something that happens behind the curtain of the show.]

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You deserved every second it. You deserved the suffering. You deserved me forcing myself on you. You deserved my hands all over you. You deserved me brutally raping and molesting you. My cock inside of you. The panic. The fear. The risk. You deserved it.

After all, you are the young slut flirting with somebody much older than you.

You are begging to get caught.

Begging to get fucked.

Begging to get used. Corrupted. Coerced. And made mine. My young rape toy. My little victim slut. Mine to bully. Mine to emotionally break. Mine to claim.

So imagine having met me at a party, convention or mall. Having a chat with me. A casual flirt. A bite to eat and drink. And then everything getting woozy. Not remembering. Not knowing. Not understanding…

You suddenly wake up in the middle of the night due to this stretching pain and heavy feeling on your back. Your mind feels foggy and heavy as your consciousness is still half pulled into your dreamstate. You blink for a split second before closing your eyes again. Was the pain real or a dream? You force your brain to wake up and try to recollect bits and pieces of when you suddenly feel the pain again.

This time far more awake you realize that something heavy is pushed on top of your back and restraining your movement fully. You hadn’t realized before. How could you? Not only were you still in that foggy dream-state. But something was messing with your senses. You felt intoxicated. But why? How? When?

As you try to turn onto your back your shoulders get pushed down immediately. You feel rough fingers hold you down and a hushed growl breaks the silence. That’s when you start to realize what’s happening. Somebody is laying on top of your back, fully pressed into you and breathing into your neck. Not only that. The sharp stretching pain is now clearly coming from your pussy. That is being made to stretch around something roughly.

You whimper and whine. “Please, please stop! Get off” you cry out. When you hear my familiar voice more clearly respond back. “Fuck. You woke up? Just… stay still you dumb young cunt. Struggling is only going to make it harder on you. Stay still before I split your skull open and facefuck your pretty bleeding face. You had this coming after all. You were asking for it. You deserve it. So fucking stay still and let this old man enjoy this fine ass and body.” I say in a frustrated tone, as I slowly pull my drenched cock outside of your drippy pussy, before thrusting it inside of you to the base in one brutal thrust. Not slowing down my thrusts in the slightest as I use both my hands to keep you in place as I hammer away from behind. My raw cock pumping in and out your pussy.

While my rough fingers and big hands digging into your hips as I ram my hard shaft in and out your wet pussy without skipping a beat. You cry out. Tears forming in your eyes. “Please. No. No. I-it hurts. Wh-why would you do this to m-me? No. PleASE! g-ET OFF. This is Rap-“

“So what?!” I interrupt you while wrapping my large hands around your throat. Slowly pinning you down and choking the air out of you. As you gasp and choke and your face changes colour. “So what!? Your tight cunt deserves this. Was asking for this. So tighten it up more you stupid wench.” You gasp and whine as I continue dicking down your cunt by force. Throwing you onto your back now as I really slam into your limp and weak body.

Theres moments where you weakly find your words. Beg for me to pull out. But all you get is me snapping back at you. “Fucking shuttt itttttt.” I hiss in your ear, before groaning in delight due to the warm wetness of your tight pussy. “Fuck your young little hole is so fucking wet.” I sigh to myself as you try to kick your legs wildly, but my weight keeps you in place. So you continue to sob. Cry. Suffer. Struggle for air. Struggle for life.

Until I finally let go of your throat. You desperately inhale. Body begging for air. Finding the strength and fear and panic to resist. To fight for your life. Against this far heavier and larger individual.

But no no avail.

For what feels like ages you continue to struggle against me. Kick. Scream. Beg. Cry.

But you get ignored and easily overpowered by me as I laugh and mock you.

After what’s most probably at least 10-15 minutes of me pounding your pussy from above and battering my cock deeply against your cervix until it feels bruised, stretched and broken. Forcing your little hole to stretch around my fat veiny cock as you are struggling against me. Before I suddenly strike you in the face. Again. And again. My large palm hits your dazed and weak body. The fear taking over. Your resistance breaking. As you piss yourself in fear and panic from this brutal struggle and fear.

Until you lay there. Drenched in piss. Having yourself lost all strength to resist and as you just lay there limply allowing me to take your pussy for my own pleasure. And I do. Fucking you hard and deep as you just whine and moan softly. Tears slowly rolling down your face.

This, until I suddenly pull out my fat cock. Leaving your pussy agape as I suddenly flip you around again to slam your face onto the floor. You hear me laugh. Growl. Hiss. Bestial noises overtaking me. A darker-self let loose. Primal and evil. Before returning to my prey as you feel the tip of my raw cock brush past your labia and slam into your little pussy roughly. You whine weakly. I lean in to kiss your neck, and eventually bite you. I hold your arms above your head and thrust away. Until you can feel the tip of my cock pushing fully into your pussy. Bottoming you out. Slamming harder and harder against your womb.

Until I push past your cervix, and slam into your womb. Breaking you open. Bulging your stomach. As you feel yourself get brutally stretched out. I growl for you to take it. And you do. You take it. You get pounded by force as tears fall down your face. Realizing you can’t do anything but lay there and spread your legs as I fuck your unprotected little pussy. Dicking you down. Forcing you. Using you. Owning you. Like my young little plaything. My needy little breeding toy.

And that breeding you will experience for sure as you suddenly feel me thrust faster and wilder than ever before. My groans and grunts become louder. You feel my cock twitch and throb. I’m not wearing a condom! The realization hits you. You felt my warm shaft. My veins. My girth. My bare skin. “No stop! Please! Pull out!” You scream. I ignore you. My thrusts grow more frantic. “N-‘onononono pleasesplesseee.” You start whimpering incoherently. “I’m.. close.. i’m close. Fuck.” I respond in a growling tone. “No! No! Please I wi-.” You manage to say before I push both my hands onto your mouth and start slamming into you wildly. My cock throbbing snd balls twitching with every thrust. “Fuck! I’m cumming! Fucking take it little slut! Fucking take thissss loadddd” I howl out, as you feel me thrust all the way inside, before these warm waves of cum get pumped into your willing little pussy.

Forcing you to instantly cum around my cock as you twitch underneath me and wrap your legs around me instinctively. Knowing in that moment that I forcefully creampied your fertile young little pussy. Cock throbbing deeply inside of you as more cum flows inside your deepest parts. Filling you up. Claiming you. Making you his young cumdump. As you are getting forcefully pumped full of cum by a man far older than you.

lambslayer

Some people put too much emphasis on making her cum. The priority isn’t how many orgasms she has, it’s about making her feel comfortable and safe with you.

I’ve been with several women who told me they struggle to cum with partners but manage just fine on their own. Be gentle with them, to start at least. Take it slow. Your ultimate aim isn’t for her to cum, it’s to make her feel good and feel fucking hot.

Don’t tell her to cum for you, don’t mention it at all. Just kiss her. Taste her. Suck on her body. Pay attention to her diaphragm and her breathing. Keep doing the things that you notice make her breath quicken. Cool things off when she’s breathing too rapidly. Empty her head for her.

Talk to her. Tell her how good she’s being. Tell her how the noises she’s making are causing you to throb. Tell her how lucky you feel to be doing those things to her, because you are lucky.

If you communicate with her she’ll be more likely to communicate with you. If you’re not sure ask her if what you’re doing feels good. A partner is not someone you’re trying to get the orgasm high score on. You want to make her feel better than anyone else has? Take your time. Even when she’s begging for more. It’ll pay off.

hurtm3daddy

CW: R4pe, forced breeding

The invitation to an exclusive party was slipped under my door. It was being hosted by a guy I had secretly been crushing on for months, so of course I planned to attend. I went through my entire wardrobe trying to find the right outfit. It had to be sexy, but not slutty. I wanted to draw his attention, but I was a virgin and waiting for the right guy.

I showed up 20 minutes after the party was supposed to start because I didn’t want to seem overeager. When I knocked, he answered the door and flashed a charming smile.

“You made it! Come on in. Everyone is in the basement. Here, let me take your coat!”

He moved behind me and reached around to undo my jacket, his hands grazing my chest and causing my nipples to peak. His thumb grazed over one and I saw him smirk knowingly when I glanced at the mirror hanging in the entranceway. He lead me to the basement with his hand on the small of my back and I couldn’t help but blush at the attention. When we got downstairs I was surprised to see about 20 guys and no other women. He handed me a drink and told me not to worry, that I was the guest of honor. Feeling uncomfortable but not wanting to be rude, I took the drink and started to sip. He pushed the cup up further with his finger, making me drink it all. Instantly I started feeling dizzy and felt the room going dark. I must have passed out, because the next thing I knew I was naked and tied to a strange table. My legs were spread wide and I had a ring gag in my mouth. I instantly started to struggle, my screams muffled by the gag.

My crush walked up and I saw with horror that he was naked too. I looked around and saw that all the guys were, their huge cocks rock hard as they looked hungrily at my exposed and vulnerable body. My crush reached down and started teasing my clit. “I told you you’re the guest of honor. See, we have a tradition here. Every year we choose some unsuspecting slut and bring her down here to be bred. You’ll stay here until you have a positive pregnancy test and you’re far enough along that you can’t get an abortion. We’ll do a paternity test to see who’s seed knocked you up. Whoever’s seed does the deed gets to keep you.”

I start to struggle in earnest, but my binds are too tight. He walks around to line his rock hard cock up with my pussy, spreading my wetness around with the tip. He uses the tip to tease my increasingly sensitive clit before I feel his thick head pop into my pussy. He keeps teasing my clit, now with an eroscillator, as he slowly pushes his cock further and further into my virgin hole. I’ve never experienced pain like it. I’ve never even used a tampon because I’m too tight, and his cock was the kind of big most guys *think* they are. He was so thick he couldn’t fit his big hands all the way around the shaft, but he just laughed and told me he’d make it fit. He bottomed out against my cervix and spent some time just grinding his hips into me so the head of his cock massaged my cervix. He stayed there til I came, and then he started slamming his cock against my cervix like he was trying to break into my womb. He kept the eroscillator on my clit, each orgasm he forced from me becoming more and more unbearable. Finally I felt his balls tighten and his cock twitch as rope after rope of his potent seed flooded my cunt.

He made me cum one more time before pulling out, and it was only a split second before he was replaced by another cock. At the same time, the other guys rushed forward to start fucking my throat, groping and slapping my tits, pinching my nipples, and all the while there was always someone holding that fucking eroscillator on my clit. I passed out multiple times from the overstimulation and pain, only to be slapped awake because my captors got off on my reaction to their torment.

I lost count of how many loads I took in my cunt. My body was bruised and covered in angry red welts, and they seemed to take particular pleasure in overstimulating my hypersensitive clit. When the last guy blew his last load into my pussy, I was unlocked from the table and carried to a mattress on the floor, where they attached a chain to my ankle and left me alone in the dark, covered in and leaking cum and more sore than I’d ever been in my life. They told me to rest up because round two would start in a few hours.

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