18+! (Formerly ftmslut4use) On testosterone and post-surgery. This blog is very very very dark. It will include kinks such as misgender, detrans, rape, gore, snuff, piss, etc. THIS IS ALL FANTASY!! Trans people and lesbians are completely valid ❤️
You knew it would all end tonight. Your life, your future, your dreams all ended. You knew where you would end up. A delicacy on a plate. The path, that was what you didn’t know. Although you didn’t really want a long agonizing death you had accepted the fact that you were simply meat. You had also been told that you would be the evenings entertainment. What that meant you were unsure of.
As you were led into the room you saw what seemed to be a normal nice restaurant. One where someone might take their wife or girlfriend out to enjoy a romantic evening with. Candles were placed on each table and most tables were occupied by a couple enjoying an evening out.
The waitress were walking from table to table taking orders. You were led from table to table and they took time running their eyes over your body and feeling you through your form fitting velvet dress. Each couple would tell the waitress which cut of you they would like and how they would want you prepared.
As nervous as you were your pussy began to moisten as you heard their orders and how they would enjoy eating you. After reaching the final table you were led up to the stage in front of the room. You hadn’t noticed it at first but lights were switched on and the stage was well illuminated.
A the butcher came up and gave you a peck on each cheek. His assistant placed a blindfold over your eyes. You were then led to a large wooden table and you felt his hands begin to undress you. Slowly you felt the cool air on your skin as you were stripped down. His hands ran over your naked body. Feeling each of your curves.
The audience applauded as you lay on the wooden table. His gentle touch traced along your skin. Goosebumps formed as he lightly traced his fingers along your shape. His fingers gently painted over your breasts, along the inside of your legs and over your wet slit.
A quick prick of a needle in your arm and a warm sensation flowing through your body heightened your nerves and paralyzed your limbs.
You relaxed. A gentle pressure was applied to the top of your leg quickly turning into a stinging pain as you realized a thin sharp blade was running along the top of your thigh. He made quick clean cuts along your skin and you felt exceptional pain as he removed the skin from your thighs. The cuts were followed by a tugging as the skin was peeled off your body.
Apparently a quick death wasn’t in the cards for you. As your skin was being removed you could hear the audience ohh and ahh as they were enjoying the show.After each of your limbs were skinned a applause would rise from the crowd as your skin was presented and prepared as an appetizer. It was seasons lightly and fried. Passed around the tables in baskets. They were feasting on your flesh as your were being dismembered.
For what seemed to be an eternity you felt tugging and cutting as your meat was being removed. Turning you on your back and sides he reached every part of your body. Being careful to not nick any vital organs. Slowly you lost feeling in one limb at a time.
Your blindfold was removed. A mirror had been placed over you and you saw what he had done. He had expertly removed all your meat. Carefully cutting meat from bones and leaving them intact. Your organs were lying in the open and you watched your heart beat and lungs move as you took each breath in. Watching him pick up a large saw he began to cut away your ribs and taking your intestines out of you he carefully cut along your spine. All that was left of you was a few vital organs and your bones. He kept you alive while he disassembled your body. The patrons were invited up to examine what was left of you. You watched as they filed past and examined the dinner show.
Watching him pick up a drill you saw him place it on your for head and begin to place a large hole in your head. You felt the pressure and the bit grinding through your skull reverberated through your head. You felt him puncture your skull. He poured a bowl with what you thought may be spices into your head and you watched as he took a small blender and began pushing it into your brain. All of your senses exploded your heart, lungs and eyes began to move uncontrollably.
You heard one click of the switch and in an instant, you were gone.
The patrons enjoyed their meal and filtered out of the restaurant. Your eyes floated in a jar next to a picture of you relaxing on a beach. A memento kept by the butcher. Sitting along side one picture after another.
It's quite important to clean and drain your kill before preparing, but I always like to keep that blood for later, as to not waste it.
I'd start by chopping off the feet and hands, making sure to have full, clean cuts. Set them aside for now, and let the body drain. I think it might be more efficient to hang the body up from underneath the shoulders here, but I don't have one of those, so sheet pan with a large vessel underneath it is.
This would probably be the most uncomfortable step for them, as I don't necessarily have the space required to let it lay down yet. Even if they couldn't feel it, they're kind enough to donate themselves to my cause, so I'll be caring.
After that, it's free reign from here. I like starting by laying them down on their spine, a warm towel beneath their neck and head to keep it from rotating while I work.
Start with an incision along the belly and up to the torso. separating it into left and right. Remove the organs. As much as I pride myself on not wasting anything, I don't know how to use them yet aside from intestines, although I do keep the heart and head for myself. I crack the ribs out from the spine, opening it up as much as I can to let myself work.
From here, I like going for the legs, segmenting them by slicing them at the knees and hips, and then from the side to unfold them and take out the bones and major arteries with a lot of effort. Now you've got some wonderful high class ingredients.
You can mimic these steps for the arms, but forearms are wonderful for making small rounds that can be melted off the bone by basting them or roasting with some extra fat. You can achieve this by segmenting on the elbows and sawing 1"-2" rounds off, preferably starting with the thicker part as to not get a longer last round to compensate for the lack of meat on the bone. Upper arms are a bit girthy for these unless you have a specific recipe that needs them, so they aren't preferred for a general job like this one.
The belly is a wonderful ingredient, and can be used for a number of things, but the fat layers are truly divine, so I like cutting and smoking them as whole slabs of bacon. The dissection is easy enough; just trace around the area from hips, spine, and ribs, with a little bit for room for error.
Speaking of ribs, here comes maybe my favorite part! The chest area is a wonderful mix of ribs, back muscles, and breasts, as well as some arm muscle that stays layered on the torso for support. Start by doing your absolute best to detach the clavicle from either the sternum or the collarbone. We just need it out of the way. if you already have the sternum on one side or the other of the ribs, take it out with a clean cut and separate each rack of ribs by pulling in opposite directions. Cut a deep, deep line to completely free the ribcage from the collarbone area. Nobody will judge you for needing to use a serrated knife for this. Carefully try to break off each rib from the spine and keep the rack in once piece. It'll be hard, especially if the body is still warm, but time is on your side here. Once that's done, make the final cut to remove the rack, and move it to the side.
Lay the ribs skin side up on a new worksurface. Where the legs used to lay is enough room. Start by taking a horizontal cut along the surface of the skin to separate the breast and each of the back muscles by using a small sawing motion with a fillet knife. Now should be an appropriate time to skin the ribs now that they're on their own if you prefer. Repeat with the other side. This step gets you a lot of wonderful meat with not as much issues like small bones.
Last up is shoulders and spine and hips. I'm going to be completely honest I'm feeling really really tired. Don't waste any of it because the joints are really good for making stocks because they're full of flavor and gelatin that makes soups really thick and feel more filling on the account of the full-bodiedness of it. if I see any of you fucks throw it out a good spine, you're next and I won't make it a prettier butcher job.
Make sure that if you want to trim the fat off of anything, make sure to roast whatever you take off and keep the actual fat oils for cooking and the tissue for stock,. they taste really good and I swear don't you dare waste a good girl's massive belly because you'd rather not chew on it for days on end.Fuck this is long
How do you feel about robots, a little too unaware of human emotion? Just continuing to ruin and wreck your holes as you beg for them to stop, because why would a few noises coming from the human stop them? Being held down so hard its bruising and having to take bigger and bigger metal cocks.
Well, why should robots care about human emotion? I’m not the one who made them, so they have no debt to me, but even if I had, there wouldn’t be a lot I could do to stop them - not when there’s a grip on my arms so tight that I can practically feel the bruises forming, and not when there’s an enormous metal cock stretching me out from below as they pin me to the wall by my wrists. I resisted, at first, not wanting this to feel good - but then giving in to the fact that it feels good. It feels very good.
The robot slows down and stops, then pulls out of me abruptly. I lift my head to look at their faceplate. “W...why’d you stop?”
I get my answer in the form of an even thicker metal cock plunging back into me as the robot immediately starts railing me again, brutally slamming themselves into my cervix with every thrust. “I simply needed to upgrade my equipment,” they explain nonchalantly. “If I’m going to test the limits of the human reproductive system, I need to actually change the independent variable.”
They keep true to their word, slowly stretching me with larger and larger cocks until my pussy gapes whenever they pull out, the metal appendage eventually bordering on being as thick around as my thigh. I can do nothing but moan and scream, trapped against the wall by the robot’s bruising grip and impaled on their impossibly-large cocks that rearrange my insides to fit their needs, shaping me into the perfect cocksleeve.
“We have reached no stopping point as of yet,” the robot says in a professional tone of voice as they keep going, paying no mind to my desperate whines and pleas for them to stop, to give me a break, to let me go. “This is a fascinating experiment, but also a challenge. I feel compelled to find out just how far you can go.”
Ik ur more into huge monsters but. Imagine you're a fairy smaller then a pinky. A guy finds you may not be a monster but he's huge compared to you. You can't struggle as he grips you tight and brings you home. Somehow forcing most of his cock into you, agitated that he can't get it all to fit. He pounds into you ruthlessly using you like a fuckdoll. When he finally pulls out and you're laying on his hand a quivering mess. You think everything is alright until he is shoving into you again.
Ohhhh, this sounds so nice...being so small, so helpless, so completely at the mercy of the pervert who wanted to use my tiny body. I would be a literal sleeve for his cock, stretching impossibly to accomodate him, my body molding around him - even if he were average or below-average size for a human, it’s not hard to fill me, considering just how small I am. He probably wouldn’t even be able to hear my yelling and moaning because I’m so small, and because he’d be too preoccupied to listen or care about my comfort.
When he came, it would be like cumming into a condom, and I would be filled so much that my belly would be the same size as the rest of my body. He pulls out, and I’m laying there, exhausted, while his cum gushes out of me and into the palm of his hand. I think he might be taking a break, and I thank the Fairy Queen for that - but I thought wrong, and he forces his cock back into me as soon as I’m empty. He uses more force than last time, frustrated, and manages to fit me all the way onto his cock, which is bigger than my entire body, leaving me just a living fleshlight. The rest of my body looks ridiculous with my midsection distended so enormously, just a tiny fairy hanging off of someone’s cock. He grabs me around the middle and ruthlessly jerks of using my body, and I’m in so much simultaneous pleasure and pain that I pass out before he cums again.
When I wake up, I find myself slumped against the side of a jar with holes poked into the lid for air - too small for me to escape. Even if they were big enough, though, it wouldn’t be of any use. The entire bottom of the jar is coated with a layer of thick cum that goes up to my waist when sitting, and my wings are so gunked up that there’s no chance that I would be able to fly anytime soon. My midsection is still bloated with the cum that couldn’t come out on its own, and I reach down to feel at my hole - I can more than easily slide my own fist inside. I moan, simultaneously terrified and turned on...but more turned on than terrified, surrounded by cum on all sides and completely at the mercy of someone who can turn me into a literal cocksleeve.
i ADORE your writing! my favourite is the tentacle that goes all the way through! i've been imagining a scenario where it goes the other way (mouth to ass) and then curls up to fuck the human's cunt 😖😍
(This is the post being referenced.) Oh, that’s easy ~
I’m wandering out in the desert hills behind my house. The scrubland around me is dotted with brush, hardy trees, and the occasional buried cave entrance; one wrong step could easily send someone stumbling into a natural sandstone room with no easy exit. I know this as well as anybody out here does, and yet that doesn’t stop me from getting distracted by a passing rabbit and consequently sending myself feetfirst down a sandy incline that leads into a dome-shaped cave with a wide crack in one wall. I sigh in frustration from the floor of the place, looking back up the way I came; it would be easy to climb if it weren’t for the fact that the sand that forms it simply slides back downhill under my weight, taking me with it. Luckily, there’s still cell service out here, so I don’t think I’ll be trapped for too long.
Before I can even get my phone out of my pocket, though, I hear something from behind me. I whip around, taking a step back - and then I immediately try to take another step back as I see what was making the noise: a slithering, writhing mass of smooth, cylindrical tentacles, flowing from the crack in the wall like water. Unfortunately for me, my second attempt at putting distance between myself and the...thing sent my foot into the sand pile that made me fall in the first place, and so I’m left on my back, looking up at the thing as it looms over me. Immediately, my brain jumps to the tentacle porn I’ve seen over the years, and the mass in front of me fulfills the stereotypes by reaching for my belt right away, much to my chagrin.
I barely have time to even think about putting up a fight before it has me restrained, and all of my clothes are gone less than a minute later. I can only assume the worst from the creature that has a hold of me, but it defies my expectations by quickly shoving a tentacle into my mouth, rather than going for my exposed pussy or ass right away. I can feel by the way it flexes in my mouth that it’s far too tough for me to attempt to bite through, and there’s no way for me to force it out; the only thing I can do is just let it explore, coiling up in my stomach and seemingly unbothered by the acid.
For some reason, I feel...warm. Warmer than the heat outside should warrant, even. I don’t want to admit it, but I’m enjoying having my mouth violated by this thing. I’m enjoying it.
I start to enjoy it even more when the appendage finds its way out of my stomach, snaking down into my guts, and I shudder and my eyes roll back into my head as the arm strokes nerves that have never been touched before, sending entirely new sensations through my system, filling me impossibly. I can feel it exploring me from the inside out in a way that both confuses me and turns me on.
Before long, it speeds up, as though determined - and I suddenly feel it sliding out of my ass, impaling me all the way through as the muscular length flexes in my throat. I choke slightly and let out a strangled moan a moment later when I feel the tentacle abruptly plunge into my cunt. It starts fucking me at a relentless pace, slamming into me over and over again, and I arch my back, a combined yelp of surprise and pleasure muffled by the tentacle sliding back and forth through my entire body. The creature is essentially masturbating with my guts at the same time that it uses my pussy - I don’t care whether it’s aiming to breed me or not, because either way it feels good enough to make me shudder with my first orgasm of the day, pleading whines and drawn-out whimpers barely audible around the arm gagging me.
It keeps going like that for a while. I feel like every single nerve in my body is aflame, unused to being used so thoroughly, so completely - but loving it at the same time, absolutely loving it. I cum even harder when I feel the unnatural, deep sensation of the tentacle forcing its way through my cervix and into my womb, hitting the top over and over; the physical feeling combined with the knowledge that it probably intends to breed me tips me right over the edge again, my skin drenched in sweat and my entire body tense like a coiled spring.
Eventually, I notice the tentacle monster’s thrusts becoming jerkier, more erratic, and the tentacle itself is pulsing, as though with a racing heartbeat. I’m confused for only a moment before I realize that it’s probably going to cum soon. A thrill goes through my chest, and I’m tempted to beg, I want to beg, I want to beg it so badly to give me its cum - but the only thing I can to is try, and fail, to moan with pathetic, desperate need.
I don’t need to beg, though.
The tentacle suddenly shoves itself forward, more forceful than it’s ever been before, and I feel a large section of it coil up in my womb, stretching my walls outward. An instant later, a much stronger pulse goes through the thing, and I feel it flooding my uterus with hot seed, my belly almost immediately starting to bloat and hang heavier with the evidence of the tentacles’ attempted breeding. Successful breeding, I realize instinctively, somewhere in the back of my head - without even needing to think about it, I know that this thing just knocked me up, even though I don’t know what its babies look like or how long they’ll take to grow. My eyes flutter shut as I go limp with pleasure, shivering in ecstasy as I pass out from sheer exhaustion while my midsection continues to swell...
Imagine being taken hostage by a criminal organization who specialize in “exporting” animal eggs. They use you as a way of getting exotic eggs in through customs - by forcing them in any hole they can find. Smaller ones are forced down your throat and into your belly whilst the larger one are jammed up your anus. This is done to you against your will. To save on travel costs, they fill you to the brim, both ends with eggs. You belly looking huge, tight and misshapen by the end of it.
Once you arrive and the eggs are expelled, you’re taken back and reused again, and again, and again. If you break any eggs on the flight, you’re taken to “travel school” where the fill you again, but this time with fake plastics eggs so that you’re belly can get use to being expanded ten times more then it should be.
Something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately- imagine your pussy being an actual flesh light, probably through magic bs, and a random dude selling it to somebody, of course you’d have no idea who was using you at all times. Maybe it gets left somewhere public and you have to go through life wondering when the next cock will fuck you randomly. Maybe they person uses your detached hole in their dog, leaving you tied on its knot all day
Oh I love this.
I’m just like anybody else around town, but I’m known as that one person with the misfortune of getting randomly fucked throughout the day. Some people give me mildly-disgusted looks, others just shake their heads sadly, and others laugh whenever I randomly collapse to my knees in pleasure. I can’t focus on the people around me, though - not when my attention is fully drawn to the stranger forcing their way into my pussy without my permission.
Cock after cock after cock, endless strangers, all fill me with cum over and over again. My womb is stuffed full and then some, rounding out my midsection with a smooth, even swell that grows and grows - sometimes I feel another hot stream of fluid rushing into me, and I realize that I’m getting pissed into, the taut skin of my belly stretching even further to make sure that I’m a good urinal that won’t overflow.
Maybe the “fleshlight” that has my pussy is rented out to an animal shelter with lots of unfixed male dogs that keep starting fights because they’re so pent-up. Knot after knot after knot with no breaks for me, my pussy always stretched around a new cock just waiting to fuck pups into me, even though it’s biologically impossible. Maybe some people would just have fun and see what household objects they could fit into me, not even cumming into me or using me for pleasure - just shoving things into my cunt definitely not meant for a cunt because they know some poor soul out there is going to be left whimpering, eyes rolled back, tortured by the impossible stretch of a wine bottle or the scraping pain of a toilet brush...
now that ur back i wanted to share a fantasy ive been using to get off lately, it was inspired by another post i saw once, but i changed it up a bit for my own interests. so it starts suddenly waking up to find some sort of demonic seal is around the entrance to my cunt, at first im not sure what its purpose is until moments later i feel a cock entering me. turns out its basically a gloryhole portal for demons to use my hole as they please. cock after cock, all shapes and sizes, some even with knots, fuck me over and over, sometimes going past my cervix and fucking into my womb. some days im being filled with load after load of cum. other days im just a urinal having my cunt flooded with piss. and other days its even a mix of both. at the end of each day im emptied out so that im ready to be used again the next day.
ive got alternate versions of this fantasy too, like just being abducted to a demonic realm instead and placed in a wall or something to be used so that my mouth and throat can also be used for the same things.
Hehe, and you don’t even have a choice in the matter~
Whether you like it or not, your cunt is getting used by these monstrous, otherworldly creatures that you don’t even get to see. The only thing you know of them is the feeling of their cocks pumping in and out of your dripping pussy. It’s not for your pleasure, though; it’s for theirs, and they know it. They take full advantage of it, too - what else are you supposed to do with a soaking, available gloryhole?
Knots, spines, tentacles, just huge juicy thick things that stretch you wide open, you’re forced to take a broad spectrum of nothing but demon cock, completely helpless to stop it. Sometimes, the warm fluid painting your insides is cum, and sometimes it’s piss, sometimes both. Some days, more than one demon just decides to stretch open your cervix and fuck your womb directly, taking the most direct route and making sure nothing they fill you with can escape.
By the end of the day, your belly is eventually bulging from everything stuck inside of you. There’s no way for you to let it all out, either because it’s in your womb itself or because that seal is keeping it all in. Of course, they have to empty you out for the next day at some point. It’s just more fun to fill your pussy from scratch, after all, making it a different sloppy mess by sunset.
It’s going to be like this forever now, because there’s no way for you to get this demonic seal off of your body. Pleasure, pain, being so full you can hardly stand it - all of it is yours, and you can’t do anything. All you are is a demon cocksleeve and urinal.
Imagine you're a prince. You are sneaking out to see your stable boy, horny as hell and needing to get his dick in your boycunt. You've been seeing him for just over a year after being thrown from your horse and requiring him to carry you back to the castle. He fucks you hard into his rough bed, panting and grunting.
"Gonna fill you up, your highness," he whispers into your ear. "What will the kingdom do when they find out their precious prince is such as slut for my cock." You're barely coherent at this point, only managing to drool and moan into the bed. Not even thinking about the consequences as you feel him cum deep into your cunt.
Twelve weeks later, sees you cupping the barely present bump of the baby in your womb. You go to your stable boy in a panic. But, as soon as you tell him, you find yourself pinned to the bed being fucked with him running his hands all over your distended belly.
Your belly continues to swell as the pregnancy progresses; at three months in, you're called into the King's room, and he decrees, you must find yourself a spouse to help provide the kingdom with heirs. You run crying to your stable boy; he pets your hair and fucks you gently. He can't stop himself from gently rubbing your swollen belly. He pinches your nipples, they're still sore from rubbing against your tunic, and you whine softly.
"Can't wait till these fill up too," he says, massaging your tits. He continues to slowly drag his cock in and out of your cunt, holding tightly to your hips as he rocks into you.
The King enters the throne room and announces that he will use a ball to find you a spouse. The kingdom sends out invitations, and people are arriving within the month. You greet every one of them as each kingdom, dukedom, and everything in between introduces their progeny. Unfortunately, none of the potential spouses catches your eye, and you find yourself daydreaming of your stable boy feeling his cum dribbling out of your pussy from your earlier encounter.
The week of the ball arrives, and your clothes, which were custom ordered two weeks ago, no longer fit. The suit is tight against your stomach, and your tailor sighs as he prepares to let it out again. You feel your cheeks heat up and look away. It was getting harder and harder to pass off this pregnancy as weight gain. Your pussy is dripping in your pants as your hormones drive you wild, and you can't wait to be done here and find your stable boy to fuck your cunt hard.
It's the day of the ball, and they're short of staff; the footman comes down with a strange case of food poisoning, and the staff calls in your stable boy to fill in the extra space. You see him milling around the room, deftly avoiding the dancers. Even though he isn't looking at you, you can tell he is watching you as you rest your hand on your belly. You can't seem to keep your hands off it these days.
You see him tap a young woman on the shoulder and leans to whisper something in her ear. He looks towards you and winks your cunt clenches. They depart the dance floor and make their way to the edge of the room.
The stable boy leaves as the woman makes her way up to the King. She introduces herself as the queen of a neighbouring kingdom and discusses the politics of joining your domains. The King readily agrees, and you find yourself engaged to her.
Your stable boy finds you later, and you sneak out of your quarters. Rather than going your typical track, he takes you to the guest quarters. You're confused but follow him anyway, and you wind up in front of a guests room. You're about to demand him to take you back to your room when he knocks on the door. You freeze till the door opens, and you see the face of your now-fiancee. She tugs you both into the room and shuts the door behind you.
You find yourself on her bed as she runs her hands over your distended belly; you try to sit up, but your stable boy comes and presses you back into the bed.
"I hear a little prince has been naughty," She says while unbuttoning your tunic. "Whoring around with the stable boy." You squirm under her fingers as her hands find their way to your swollen tits. When you're left naked on her bed, she pulls her girlcock out and sits back to stroke it a few times. Your stable boy manoeuvres you on top of her, lining you up before lowering you onto her cock. She strokes your belly as you fuck yourself on her girlcock, desperately bouncing up and down trying to come.
"As soon as you give birth to this baby, I'm going to put another in your belly." She pants with her head thrown back onto the pillows. "And another after that." You whine at the thought of being her broodmare.
Shortly after, you've been whisked away to her kingdom, with the stable boy coming as a member of the queen's staff. You spend the rest of your days being fucked by them as their broodmare, swelling up over and over.
okokok i can't stop thinking about this. i wanna be attacked by some type of plant monster while i'm walking alone at night. it grabs me off the walking path in the park, throws me into the bushes, and has me neatly pinned down with a smooth, writhing tendril rammed into my cunt before i can scream. i struggle the whole time, but it just makes a sound that must be laughter at my completely futile efforts to stop it from violating my pussy. when the monster decides it's finished with me, it floods my cunt with something cold and thick and sends me on my way. i can't call a cab with my clothes torn and cum running down my leg, so i just decide to walk the rest of the way home, away from the main road. it's not until i meet a man on the path that i realize the fluid it left behind is an aphrodisiac, because it doesn't affect me, just everyone around me. the man gets close enough to smell it on me and i watch his eyes go dark before he grabs me and forces me into the basement of his house, where he just so happens to be having a party with his friends. none of them can help themselves. the aphrodisiac slick makes them mindless with the need to fuck me. eventually they get tired of having to hold me down to rape me or chase me down when i manage to run for the door, so someone drags an old breeding stand out of the garage and straps me into it, like i'm just a bitch in heat. by the time i've been forced to take a dozen loads in every hole, it occurs to me to wonder how long it'll take before the slick wears off. by the time a full day has passed, i'm not even pretending to fight anymore. in the end, it takes a week before they let me go.
it's not long before i go back to walking alone at night through the park. -🐐
rich pretty boy strapped into the guillotine, about to be executed... but his townspeople get to take turns fucking and humiliating him- before, during, and after his execution.
Ooh, this is a good one~
I'm tucking this beneath a readmore 'cause it's pretty extreme.
Maybe he was too high and mighty while he was still free, thinking he was better than everyone just because he as born into the right circumstances. His bloodline doesn't help him now, of course, naked and all limbs securely tied to the guillotine. He's fastened in face-up, the sharp, heavy blade glinting right above him and ready to come down at a moment's notice, secured up and out of the way...for now. He doesn't know how long the townsfolk plan to leave him like this, but he guesses that they'll keep him here for as long as possible to gloat.
Well, to gloat, and do other things to him.
One of the townsfolk approaches his face, cock already exposed. "Open wide," they say with a casual grin, tapping the side of his face with their erection. He refuses, of course, but when the person's hand drifts towards the rope holding the blade, he hurriedly obeys, and gets a mouthful of piss for his trouble. "And you better swallow," the person says in a warning tone, so the boy fights back his revulsion to gulp down as much as he can.
He yelps and sputters when someone shoves their cock into his pussy abruptly and without ceremony. The person at his head laughs when the boy starts whimpering from getting fucked. "Don't worry, meatsack. It's gonna get worse."
It's already bad enough. The poor boy was saving his virginity for the right person - hopefully someone with enough good money to keep the riches in the family- but that doesn't matter now, because his pretty little body is up for use in his last hours. The loss of his dignity hurts, but not as bad as the rape. The cock is too big for him, and he knows he's bleeding, but he also knows that nobody here cares. In fact, they probably want him to bleed. They want him to suffer for them.
Someone adds to the suffering by gripping a handful of his hair, tilting his head back, and shoving their cock down his throat. They pay no attention to his strangled noises or the way his chest convulses as he fights for air, they just take advantage of his tight little throat and the spasms of his gag reflex. With his nose pressed into their balls, tears start streaming from the boy's eyes - not because he's crying out of distress, just because his throat is being fucked so thoroughly. He can hardly even catch a breath in between thrusts.
The person in his cunt fills him with hot cum, but as soon as they pull out someone else is there to use the seed as lube. He doesn't get a break at his throat, either - when the person finally cums, he coughs violently and it spatters onto the ground. Someone else is already there to replace the lost load, and then someone after that, and after that - piss, cum, just cock and that's it, lines are forming at the poor thing's holes so they can use him and show him what he's really good for before his imminent death.
While someone's cock is in the boy's cunt, the person at his mouth pulls out. He whimpers and wines, clenching hard around the cock raping him as his unwilling pleasure reaches a crescendo, and he achieves his first real orgasm - as well as his last. The blade falls and severs his head in one swift, heavy motion.
His body jerks and twitches, trying to stay alive on its own in one last bid for salvation. Even in death, his physiology reacts to the cock inside of him, his corpse cumming without his consent as someone rapes his warm body. That's all he was ever good for, it turns out.
The blade is lifted out of the way again, but only so that another newcomer can take advantage of the fresh hole. They stuff their cock into the hole of his neck stump, and the boy's dying throat flexes around them, reaching for breath one last time even though there's no need for air anymore. As his neck stump is used, warm blood gushes from him, dripping from the guillotine platform and to the ground below.
Someone quickly picks up the discarded head and pushes into the now-silent mouth, tongue soft, jaw offering zero resistance as he spreads it apart. His cock comes out of the shortened throat, coated in blood, and he jerks it up and down in quick, deep movements to savor the sight of his cockhead spreading the boy's throat hole wide. The sight is intoxicating.
Meanwhile, it doesn't take too long for someone to cum into the neck stump. When they pull out, the open throat-hole drips pink-tinted seed. It makes for excellent lubrication when the next person steps up.
It'll probably be a while before they decide to get rid of his corpse. After all, if they've finally found something he's good for, who are they to deny him that?
Imagine the following: dragon fucks so deep into you, they go straight *through* your womb. It's dick is so big, the head of it's cock is right next to your heart, the beating just stimulating it more. And somehow, you aren't dead yet, and it somehow, despite everything, it feels good to have something that deep. Maybe the second it broke through your womb, you came so hard your mind broke. Now you're just a Fleshlight for a dragon~
Oh, I'm so on board with this~
Putting beneath a readmore for intensity :3
When he pins me down and lays his cock on my abdomen, it's clear that it's far, far too long to fit, say nothing of its girth - damn near reaching the base of my neck. His glittering eyes reflect the light in strange ways as he stares down at me, apparently amused by my combined fear and arousal, and he completely ignores my protests and my squirming as he pulls back, rubbing the tip of his cock against my exposed cunt. Without ceremony, he shoves it in, and my spine arches, my eyes rolling back against my will as words fail me.
He slowly pushes forward with gentle, shallow thrusts. The unfortunate reality is that, for something of his size and strength, "gentle" and "shallow" don't mean anything, and the burning stretch of his cock opening up by body is agonizing in a way that makes me clench tightly. I can't tell if I'm wet because I'm aroused or because he's torn me open and I'm bleeding around him, but either way it's out of my control.
He only pushes up against my cervix for a few moments before easily battering his way through, the head popping in with a terrible bolt of pain that dims the edges of my vision. Still, though, the sensation of having my womb so full is heavenly, new nerve endings stimulated in ways they've never been before. My apprehension ramps up as he keeps pressing forward, eager to hilt himself, and my womb is stretching, pulling tight around him, the head of his cock pushing my womb thin-
Something inside me tears open, and a wave of incredible, inexplicable pleasure washes away almost everything and anything else. Burning pain radiates from inside of my body, the twitch of the dragon's cock lightning new fires as it goes, crushing my internal organs to the sides to forge a new path. The pain seems like the source of the pleasure, if anything, and when I reach down to masturbate, my hand comes up red and slick with blood. That just makes me cum even harder, my muscles caressing the dragon's cock as he turns my body into a broken flesh-sleeve.
He comes to rest inside of my chest, the head of his cock just above my thundering heart. He growls in satisfied pleasure, staying there as my lungs and heart work together with my fear to give him a quick, pulsing massage without him even moving. Still, it's not enough, and he pulls back just slightly before pushing forward again. My cardiovascular system should reasonably be in more stress than this - and, in fact, I feel like my entire body should be having a harder time than it is - but here I am, alive, moaning, cumming under the beast using my insides as a toy.
I don’t know how I’m alive, or if I’ll even stay that way for long, but I can’t really think about it right now, too obsessed with the infernal pleasure and pain that are blending together to sweep me away from sanity. My mind is quickly drowned in sheer sensation - or is that the internal bleeding? - and I can do nothing but moan, whine, sob as I plead for him to keep using me, keep going, do with my body as he pleases. It’s not like I could stop him from doing anything he wanted to me, anyway. He’s too big and powerful for me to stop, which is part of why he’s literally destroying my insides. I wouldn’t have said yes to this if I’d been asked, but fuck, here I am, saying nothing but yes.
When he cums, I can feel it flood my entire body, dousing every single one of my organs in cum almost hot enough to be scalding. It feels like I’m burning up from the inside, and it’s almost too much to bear, but I can’t help the way I’m cumming yet again, clenching uselessly around a cock too big for me to take. I just want him to keep fucking me, forever and ever - and who knows how much longer “forever” is for me? How am I alive right now? Will I die if he pulls out?
Luckily, he starts thrusting again, so I don’t have to worry about it.
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