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yes i love big old monsters but i’ll still let tiny ones breed me too! i don’t discriminate !!!
imagining this tentacled alien who is the perfect size to fit exactly on your cunt and just attach itself to you like a facehugger… it can fill you up entirely easily with its tentacles once it’s attached, squirming around and secreting a fluid that makes you nice and pliant… watching the tentacles squirm around through your tummy is probably pretty nice too, hm?
once you’re prepared it starts pumping it’s tentacles within you, making you just writhe with pleasure as it fills you up entirely, it feeding on the cum you keep on providing it after orgasm and orgasm as you already feel so overstimulated… by then you’re loose enough for the tentacles of the alien to squirm into your womb, and even though it’s supposed to hurt you’re just in absolute bliss, legs squeezing the alien’s outside body a bit, just needing something to hold onto here, it’s so intense… all you can think about right now is getting bred now properly by the creature, you’re practically drooling thinking about what’s about to come…
when it delivers its first load of hot seed to your womb directly you feel just wave of pleasure after pleasure, clenching down on all the tentacles as you watch the tentacle outlines disappear as your tummy swells a bit… and then it’s thrusting into you again, delivering more and more cum to your fertile womb… it should be dripping down some of its seed by now, but due to its attachment nothing can escape, you’re just going to keep on getting filled and filled by this alien until it decides it’s done, and you’re encouraging it to, it feels so nice to be just be at complete mercy of this small little alien…
The orc winners of a team match setting a trophy up between them and using it as a lube dispenser in front of a jeering crowd. Sitting in the woman orcs lap, pussies lined up while her partner fucks deep into her. Occasionally it pulls out of her to slam into the humans hole. Withdrawing when its cock is sufficiently coated in its juices before fucking back into his eager partner again. Her knees spreading open and taking the trophies legs with her, all while she rubs between the moaning things legs to keep it wet, leaking down onto her. Her other hand pinching at their nipples and flicking them harshly. Their hulking forms towering over the smaller one between them, kissing above each other sloppily over its head. Making it clean them up after finishing loudly in a series of fierce thrusts. Ignoring the prizes aching, twitching hole while its busy lapping thick cvm out of the swollen orcs folds. Licking broad stripes up the massive cock, sucking her slick off the head, slurping his musky balls. All while being denied in front of a wild crowd shouting encouragement, at best, but more often than not it degrading suggestions and taunts at the drooling humans expense.
Cw: Merperson (has a dick but otherwise nonspecified), non.con
Thinking about a merperson that lives in the pools of a cave system.
Exploring a cave, coming across a series of connected pools.
Deciding to take a quick dip in a steaming one after your long walk through the cave system.
Stripping down, leaving your clothes folded on the side before lowering yourself into the still water.
Quickly drifting off in the warm, relaxing pond.
Partially waking to the sound of water lapping against the side of the pool. Relaxing, still half asleep from the warmth surrounding you. Not noticing when it seems to grow cooler between your legs.
Jumping at the sudden feeling of cold hands gripping your thighs. Looking down you see too large eyes, sharp teeth and webbed fingers. All of it pressed close against your naked form.
Both of you stilling, waiting to see what the other will do. Still caught in a half awake fugue that you couldn't seem to shake, staring at the creature between your legs.
Soft underbelly scales rubbing over you when you start to shift away.
Slowly bracing your arms on the side of the pool and begining to lift yourself out. Its claw tipped fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as you slide from its grip.
Almost half way out of the pool when you stop sliding out, perched on the brim of the stone basin. Once again freezing in place when strong hands tighten around your calves. The sudden, firm pressure holding you in place while it too begins rising from the water, a soft cloud of steam rolling off it.
Feeling the change from chilled skin to smooth scales gliding against your quickly overheating flesh. Claws gently scratching up your legs to settle back on your thighs.
Eye to eye with you, easing in between your now spread legs. Gently spreading them wider to allow the large form to press closer still.
Carefully reaching forward to brush the back of its webbed fingers over the damp skin of your cheekbone. Then down to your jaw, then chin. Tilting your face from side to side, inspecting its docile prey.
A tapered and finned tail coiling around your ankles and up to your knees in a loose hold. The cool scales a stark contrast to the heat of the water. To the heat building in you.
Now completely restrained and at the merpersons mercy.
Its other hand starting to brush against your exposed skin, forcing you to keep eye contact while it explores your exposed, still dripping skin. Leaving goosebumps in its wake while tracing over your neck, shoulders, arms, chest, sides. Everything it can reach is caressed, squeezed, all while the sinuous tail holds you in place.
Breathing heavier and squirming in the unyielding hold when its face shifts closer to yours, grip tightening on your chin and hip. Using its hold to pull you back into the pool until everything below your shoulders is submerged again. Eagerly moving closer still. Chilled skin against your chest, even colder scales against your hips, between your legs.
Its soft underbelly scales causing you to buck up against its purposeful touch. Too lost in the sensations to notice the building undulations in the scales pressing into your twitching skin.
Rolling your hips against it whe sharp teeth scrape over your neck. Claws lightly brush your nipples. A tongue spreading slime over your collarbone. All distracting you from its real purpose.
Until something small, almost tongue like in size and mobility was pressing at you. Tilting up against the feeling, lining your hole up with the small protrusion. Gasping and scrambling at its shoulders when it presses in, gently wiggling and applying pressure to work itself deep inside you.
It keeps filling you further and further with a member that continues to grow in girth and length until you're stretched further than you thought possible.
The entire time the appendage doesn't stop its insistent wriggling and is rubbing against your oversensitive walls until you can't focus on anything other than its cool flesh and the heat pooling in your belly.
Thats why it takes you a minute to realize there seems to be more hands gripping your sensitive flesh than should be possible. You feel something wrapping around your nipples, reach down and caressing the stretched edge of your hole, toying between your legs, making you twitch and moan. Something slick pushing against your lips, something else wrapping around your throat.
It seems like someone else had dibs on using you next.
It starts holding you in place for the other merperson who begins rutting against you in earnest. The impossibly large cock is thrusting in and out mercilessly, completely uncaring for you bodies limits while its busy seeking its peak inside your now sloppy hole.
Another scaly body presses up against your side and you feel its slippery pouch humping against your side before it lowers its head to suck at your nipples.
That's all it takes to push you over the edge and you writhe and shake in their strong grips. They continue to use your pliant body until the one inside you is cumming too. Filling you with a strange, thick seed that almost feels like a bunch of tiny fish eggs.
Before you have time to worry too much about that the merperson at your side is already pushing their pouch up against the mess between your legs. Running it up and down, ignoring your overstimulated whimpers, until you saw multiple tiny tentacles begin to push through a near invisible opening.
This was going to be a long night...
This has been sitting in my drafts for a while, so I sort of gave up on the end. Might revisit this though...
Cw: non.con, object inser.tion, vines + b0ndage, idk if it counts as bre.eding but seed pods are involved, plant fucking, monster fucking/kelpie (so horse cock I guess), brief breath.p1ay, aphrodisiac/druggedish,
Back at it again with my usual levels of weird. Proceed with caution and mind the content warnings. Reader pov.
Imagine exploring a swamp or marsh your town claimed is haunted by an evil horse spirit. Trying to wade through a marsh thought to be inhabited by all manner of supernatural entities in an attempt to prove the town superstitions wrong
Pushing through curtains of vines and splashing through hip deep water, trying to find your way back out. Stumbling past walls of reeds and staring at impossibly large lily pads
Unable to keep your curiosity at bay when you spot a large field of some sort of pitcher shaped plant on meter long stalks, warm orange stripes catching the light in mesmerizing ways.
Realizing your mistake the second you're within reach of the odd plants and the cup sized openings began stretching towards you. Trying to turn back but feeling multiple plants latching onto your gear and clothing, reeling you deeper into the thicket.
Unable to keep them from tearing off chunks of clothing and your bag until you're exposed from your head to your ankles to the surprisingly strong flora.
The openings start suctioning over your chest, pressing against your neck, one huge one sucking its way up your thigh, detaching with loud sloppy popping sounds, until its finally hovering right between your legs.
That moments hesitation is the only warning you have before its pressed flush against you and your hips are rutting into its tight grip. The tight pressure feeling amazing while it starts gently pulling its pitcher head back and forth without letting up on the pressure.
Secreting what seems to be a sort of sensitizing lubricant from within the large flower head. Increasing the suction around you until you're aching and swollen from over.stimulation, shaking and trembling in the plants hold.
Your pleasure dizzy mind having trouble focusing on the fact that staying in this thicket for much longer will be too much for your swollen, pulsing body.
The tenacious heads latching onto your nipples and popping off one after the other as you begin an attempt to push through the stalks on shaking legs. The suction cups latching and detaching rapidly filling your mind with such a haze that you flop mindlessly to the ground as soon as you manage to pass the last of the sentient pitcher plants.
Eventually managing to raise your head and seeing that you've made it to the edge of a mutant tulip field.
(vines, aphrodisiak, + seed pod insertion past here)
Naked, dripping and trembling you brace your arms against the soft marsh grass, trying to push yourself up, only to feel something cold and unyielding circling your wrists and ankles
Pollen begins to tickle your nose at first before seeming to further cloud your mind when a soft red tulip smears the yellow powder against your lips.
The sentient forest vines begin spreading your now even more pliant body open, legs wide, and laying you on top of the soft flowers patch.
Planting leathery, plum sized, bumpy seed pods deep inside your pliant body. Pushing them in one after the other, each bump popping past your weak resistance making you tremble in its hold.
Filling you with a fluid as viscous as sap to keep it's seedlings inside long enough for them to sprout. Swelling lightly as the sticky fluid oozes further inside you, moaning at each additional spurt seals the seed pods deep inside you.
Feeling a twitching in your belly when the seedlings begin to sprout. The vines take notice immediately and your passed from vine to vine in a dizzy blur and when you're able to refocus on your surroundings you're back in the a thicket of sunset orange pitcher plants.
The large pitcher plant once again sealing around you hole before it began a gentle suction. The sap like fluid beginning to flow out of you and it removed the sap and sprouts while others once again pressed against your nipples.
Your pliant body hanging loose in the vines firm hold even after the last seed slips from your hole. Pollen still clouding your mind and keeping you suspended for reasons you couldn't understand.
(kelpie + horse stuff + breath.play)
Hearing the soft thump of foot falls to your right. Dragging your head up to blearily lock eyes with what could only be the kelpie of the marsh, spoken of around town in hushed tones.
The horse shaped creature was well known for its habit of luring travelers onto it's back so they may be carried to their unwitting, watery grave. Luckily, there are other ways they can transport people that doesn't end in death.
This particular one decides to rescue you from the forest plants by carrying you out of the marsh speared on its cock.
The massive thing slips into you easily after the days treatment. It thrusts a few time to ensure you're properly filled with it before it begins to a slow trot through the dense undergrowth.
Tired arms clinging to its underbelly as it submerged you each time it waded through a high marsh. Tossing its mane and thrusting into you when you tightened around it while struggling to hold your breath with a horse cock buried unfathomably deep inside you.
It simply sliding you off its cock before cvmming what felt like gallons on you. Feeling it pour out of your loose hole.
Watching as the kelpie disapears back into the fog while you wonder how to get back home..
Cw: aphrodisiac?, non.con, mummies, restraints, object inser.tion, public
Mummies, I guess? Think more night at the museum and arnold vosloo, less dusty dried out dead guy in rags before scrolling away.
But do proceed with caution.
(I give up on writing this full length and devolve into bullet points pretty early on...)
Imagine being part of a team exploring a new pyramid or cave or temple. Getting separated from the group while studying some strange, almost lewd?, paintings on the wall of the hall you’re assigned to map out. Tripping and accidentally opening a secret door when you lean too close to the faded drawings.
Stepping into the dark room, the light from the doorway is reflecting off something on the floor. Bending down for a closer look you can see some sort of liquid is filling grooves set in the stone floor. You can tell it's oil and light it with the hotel matchbook you luckily grabbed that morning. Light and smoke slowly fill the room while you look around.
A raised dais in the center of the room with an ornate, golden alter of some sort on it. A number of what seem to be sarcophagi, given the shape and the areas ancient burial traditions, standing up against the far wall. Each is covered in etchings you can’t understand with a number of bottles and chests on shelves carved into the wall. A few stone stands are lining the side walls. They display ceremonial weapons and statues and treasures that glimmer in the flickering fire light.
Eyes growing heavy, hazy while you begin to inspect the walls. Scenes and the same etchings from the sarcophagi and alter are depicting something... a violent betrayal? There seem to be priests of some kind? Dying in an attempt to protect their temple from looters? You feel dizzy, incapable of maintaining focus, and think it's caused by the graphic scenes depicted until you're nearly swaying in place. Still, it's too fascinating to pull away for long. You lean in closer, studying them, unsure when the drawing started focusing on the bodies, when they removed the priests clothing.
Glazed eyes are still on the lewd figures in front of you, wondering what restraining and using someone on the alter had to do with anything. Imagining yourself in a similar situation as a warmth builds in you. So enraptured by the scene that you don't notice the strips of gold edged fabric slipping from the sides of one of the ornate sarcophagi at the front of the room. Until it's too late...
Waking to the sound of stone scraping on stone with a jolt. Trying to look around before you realize your wrists, ankles, mouth and eyes are wrapped in strong fabric, and you've been trapped inside something small, cold, and unyielding.
The strong cloth starts rubbing along your legs, winding around your throat, brushing over nipples while you test their hold.
Oh, right. You're also fully naked. And still dizzy from the smokes effects. And beginning to realize that you've been trapped in one of the sarcophagi you saw earlier.
Hearing rustling and more scraping from outside your prison. Struggling against your bonds only succeeding in causing them to tighten around you.
The scent of smoke finally permeates your impromptu prison and you feel another wave of dizzying arousal wash through your already spinning mind.
The ever shifting fabric has worked it's way between your clenched thighs. Forming knots and pressing tight, moving with intent.
Your panicked struggling turning into needy rolls of your hips. Scared whimpers become soft moans, drifting in all the pleasant sensations. Panting and thrusting and relaxing against the restraints, just floating, until...
A loud scrape and sudden light when the lid is wrenched to the side and the blindfold drops from your face. Once you can focus again you still aren't sure what you're seeing.
A tall figure is looming over you in the hazy fire light... golden edged cotton catching your attention as it shines in the half light. It's wrapped closely around the large body in front of you, covering every inch, just like it's wrapped around you. Apart from the solid gold eyes that have locked onto yours. Boring into you while you whimper and attempt to squirm free of the mummies tight hold.
Getting wordlessly dragged out by the fabric and secured to the elaborately etched alter. Tied face down, head hanging over one of the shorter sides, your limbs secured to each corner. Your hips lined up perfectly with the other short side of the carved stone slab. Cloth wrapping back over your eyes.
Completely exposed, completely helpless.
Hearing the lids of the other sarcophagi getting moved to the sides, the shuffle of footsteps leaving the room. Only the mummy holding you in place is left in the room. Keeping you bound and open.
You hear it circling you, crane your head to listen to the shuffling footsteps.
"The ceremony will take time to set up." You flinch at the sudden, raspy voice. "And an eager tribute is essential to the rituals success. I shall prepare you while the others are gone."
The dizzying, nearly arousing smoke you've been inhaling from the start, as well as the treatment in the sarcophagus, has already gotten you more than ready, in your opinion. But that doesn't stop what comes next.
Wiggling against the ties again when you hear it turn from you. The strip covering your eyes slips down enough to peek through.
Its walking between the rough pedestals, dragging bandaged fingers along each piece of treasure before stopping at a bejeweled dagger. Grabbing that before shuffling towards the coffins again.
Approaching your now tense body and setting down multiple items. The icy hilt of the dagger slapping against your cheeks and inner thighs before, without anymore preamble, thrusting inside. Cold and unyielding as the finger grips on the handle rub over your sensitive walls. Clenching hard at the feeling of something so foreign being steadily fed into your leaking hole. Slowly going deeper before drawing back out completely. Back in, easier this time, further. Out completely and this time you hear light clinking from behind you.
Your blurry mind wonders if it should have been so easy to breach you, if it grabbed some kind of lubricant to make it easier to open you over and over. Using the handle to get the slick as far in as possible, to spread you wide.
Then you're empty and it's walking away again and you're throbbing eagerly each time it stops at a new piece of treasure. Leaking all over the stone you're still secured to. Your fluids dripping into the carvings and filling the grooves.
Then it's back again with a tray of apricot sized rubies. Gems that are easily popped inside you while it starts to mock your pathetic state. How quickly you're falling apart for it, how much your puffy hole needs this. Saying you're not worthy of holding such splendor, sullying their treasures.
A statue, dipped in the jar of slick liquid you think, stretching you around each protrusion and detail. Crying out at the strange feeling while the mummy rubs you in time with the thrusts. Ignoring your pleas, just pushing until the base finally presses against your trembling body. Each time it's dragged out again a sob is torn out of you, arching your hips and panting with need until it disappears inside again.
Jars from the alcove set into the alter entering you carefully, one by one, until they're all soaked. Placed on the floor, at the corners of the dais. Then it's walking away again, leaving you gaping and desperate.
More and more until you're cumming around the icy gold coins inside you, soaking the stone underneath while you gasp and shudder and all of them have slid out of your loose hole again. Low chuckles from behind you when each one clicks out and rolls across the floor.
"Ungrateful brat. I gave you more wealth than most see in a lifetime and all you can do is sully it and toss them to the ground?"
Still shaking from your orgasm when you hear the hidden entrance swing open once more and the occupants of the other tombs file in. Each has a member of your research team restrained and pulled behind them.
"Now we can truly begin the ritual, little tribute"
The team getting stripped, restrained, just like you were. Minus the blindfolds. All lined up in the empty sarcophagi facing your still trembling, leaking body.
Sudden movement around your limp body while you watch. It's raising up until you're hanging above the sarcophagus, fabric secured around you. Swinging back and forth gently, making it that much easier to use your body.
Each mummy toying with whoever is restrained closest to them. Working them up, loosening them, slicking them, preparing them. Playing with them with the same treasures that were used on you.
Watching it all, hanging limply, still dripping into the grooves on the stone you're hanging above.
Hearing the moans of pleasure echo around you as one by one they all succumb to the drugged pleasure you've been floating in since you woke in the sarcophagus. Canting your hips against the knotted cloth again and again. Watching them all gape open as easily as you do, moan as wantonly.
Until finally they're all stretched out around identical, patterned jars that were set above each sarcophagi. Until finally the grooves on the alter are completely filled with your fluids, finishing the symbol.
And when you cum again, the others all seem to cum in sync. Various liquids splashing the closing lids of the sarcophagi while the occupants are too distracted by their sudden orgasms to fight.
The same pattern apparently glowing from under their skin is the last thing you see as the lids click into place.
Leaving you alone with all the mummies. Who have the same pattern glowing through their fabric coverings? And a hungry look in their cold eyes.
Eager, frantic hands pawing at the wrapping around their pelvis. Each one tugging and exposing not only the symbol on their surprisingly normal skin, but also their own dripping arousal.
Sets of blank, golden eyes locking onto you.
Caught between the one in front and the one behind, each desperately rutting into you. Each taking their turn with you, filling you with as much cvm as they can, again and again.
The more they use you the looser their bandages seem to get. The cloths shifting further down until they fall away completely, causing them to fill you one more time before stepping away.
Towering forms, flawless golden skin, toned muscles, strong, warm hands, is all you can process when you're lowered to the alter again, limp and spent.
The scraping of rock on rock awakens you, although you couldn't remember passing out. Weakly lifting your head and glancing around the room soothes your alarm. The rest of your team is stumbling out of the sarcophagi on jelly legs, looking as confused and fvcked out as you.
Dropping your head again, you drift off, remembering the last thing the mummies? priests? whispered to you.
"Such a good tribute, restoring our bodies so completely. We'll have to use you again when we find the tombs of our partners and attendants..."
You were desperate. That’s why you were doing this. You needed help and this was the only way to get it. You repeat that in your head in an almost self soothing manner while shakily gathering the rituals ingredients. Dried moss, honey, milk, rose petals, a crystal all bundled up as you head out and towards the forest outside of town. You needed to be deep in nature for this one to work...
Walking through the woods for what felt like hours left you with too much time to contemplate your current situation. You still couldn’t believe this had happened to you. Even when they explained exactly why the curse was placed in the first place you hardly understood what was happening. However, apparently grabbing the last mushroom or whatever at the local market was a slight worth taking your voice away for, so, here you were. In the woods. Searching for a clearing with, ironically enough, a ring of mushrooms. Trying to summon some unknown fae creature and hoping it could help you. Would help you. Hoping your meager gifts would be enough to pay for its curse breaking services. Hoping it wouldn't ask a terrible price, or enslave you forever. Hoping you could just get out of these woods and away from the oppressive feeling of too many eyes following your every move.
Until finally. A clearing.
In the center is a large ring of odd looking mushrooms. Ones you’ve heard described in hushed, fearful tones your entire childhood. Ominous creatures, strange cries, dark magics, even missing children were all blamed on the mysterious fungi. Or, more specifically, on whatever they let through to our world. ‘Fae bridges’ you’d even heard them called once. Which was exactly what you needed right now. Only power from their world could reverse the curse on you.
Ignoring the unpleasant chill that seemed to fill the clearing, you step further in. Carefully lowering the bag and lining the contents up on the edge of the circle. Hopefully they would be enough to summon the help you so desperately needed.
You have to hastily step back after placing the last item to avoid the mist begins to wisp around the short mushrooms. You can tell this is your last chance to run. To find another way, to accept your curse. Ignoring your instincts you instead stand back and stare wide eyed at the figure emerging from the mist.
At first it is as indistinct as the grey curtain it's rolling in on. Unsettling proportions catch your eye first. Every part of it seems almost too... long. From a stretched neck, to extra jointed arms, to a reaching halo of horns, this creature is towering over you. Every part of it seemed to extend further than the human proportions you were familiar with.
The rest of it's appearance did nothing to sooth the rising panic in your chest. Mint green skin, hair seemingly braided with thorn coated vines, and an angular face split with a sharp toothed grin all added to the faeries intimidating presence.
Fingers with too many joints grip your chin, tilting it this way and that as you stand frozen with fear. Cold, black eyes peer at you curiously as the other hand brushes your exposed neck
It releases your chin to begin circling you, other hand wrapping loosely around your neck.
"Hmm I think I understand why you're here little one." Sharp nails trail up your throat "Lost something, have you?"
"Insulting witches can be dangerous, but you already figured that out, isn’t that right?" Its head cranes over your shoulder while it seems to giggle to itself. Amused by the way you're frozen in place, fear rolling off you.
Finally able to fight through the near terror it's sudden arrival caused, you dig through your pockets. Almost frantically searching for a prewritten note explaining the deal you want to make. Shaking hands nearly drop the page before it's snatched from your grip.
"Ahh~ so the quite little mouse came prepared?" It pauses, quickly skimming your proposed deal before discarding it dismissively. "Interesting trade, however, I don't think you understand what's truly of value to me"
A disparaging look is shot towards the items surrounding the mushroom ring and it finally comes to a stop. Once again right in front of you as it continues on. "Removing a curse like this requires much energy. This offer will do nothing to help replenish the power I waste fixing your voice."
Your eyes brim with tears at both the mocking tone and the threat of being trapped like this forever. Desperately you reaching forward, grasping at the faes' delicate clothing, pleading with your eyes. Trying your best to convey how important this was, how scared you were of being stuck like this, how far you would go to lift it.
Instinctively opening your mouth to protest. It snaps your jaw shut with a firm hand.
“Your silly pleas mean nothing to me, little mouse" it hisses, grin widening still "However, they have given me an idea on how to pay for my aid"
Finally, an end is in sight.
"Let me use your body however I see fit, until the sun rises in the clearing, and I will remove that pesky curse"
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"Does that sound so terrible, my little dear? Forfeiting your body for a night to regain your voice for life? There are worse deals in the world”
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"Quit trembling, little mouse. I'll make sure you enjoy it too. Simply nod and once light fills the area your voice will return. In time, I'm sure, for you to beg me to continue regardless."
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Unnaturally strong hands force you to your knees on the soft forest floor the second you agree to the deal. Vines rising from the brush to wrap around your wrists and ankles. Your back arching when they pull taut. Sharp nails scratching up your chest, toying with your nipples. Clothing getting sliced off by thorn lined vines, or worked off by surprisingly dexterous tendrils.
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A tight grip on the back of your neck preventing you from drawing back as a vine unceremoniously fills your mouth. It stills instantly and begins dribbling something warm and thick as honey while you struggle to breathe. Small twitches visible under the taut skin are the only movements in the clearing. The fae using both hands to steady you, watching its vine stretch your drool slick lips. More still are holding your jaw wide open while it rubs and leaks against your tongue. Rubbing a mess of syrup and spit across your face after it pulls out.
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Being suspended from a tree so your eager hole is the perfect height for it to lap at with a nimble tongue. Spreading your cheeks open with more vines to provide easier access. Whacking against the swollen, spit slick area just to watch you twitch and strain for it. Edging you over and over while working you open, preparing you for what comes next.
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Pushed face down into the center of the mushroom circle, speared open on something as large and terrifying as the rest of it. Sobbing when it pauses to let your body adjust, vice tight even with all the prep. Lifted by the hips until your fingers and ccck are the only things supporting your body. Dripping despite the rough treatment and burning stretch.
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Vines wrapping around each of your limbs until it can raise and lower your body on a whim. Sliding you up and down while it lies back and watches you shake and writhe around it. Fvcking your body onto it over and over with no regard for your comfort. Using you like a toy once it begins focusing on its own pleasure. Vines forming a tight coil around the base of member pounding into you. Sharp nails dig into your arms to steady your rag-dolling body. A vine is around your neck again, cutting off enough oxygen to leave you limp and brainless in its hold.
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Moaning and begging it for more, to cvm around it, to serve it, to pleasure it forever. Babbling and crying when it tells you to admit you wanted it to use you all along. When you try to deny it and say you weren’t made to be it’s fles.hlight they have to teach you a lesson on fae law. Lying must always be punished. So its plunging its fingers into your hole then bringing them to your mouth again. Forcing you to taste the evidence of your arousal and admit over and over that you want them before they let you cvm.
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Only realizing when it’s too late that the ancient trees from the forest completely block the view of the sun from the clearing you’re in. And, after all, the deal was that your body belongs to the faerie until the sun hits the clearing. You suppose there are worse ways to spend eternity..
lmk if you want a cw or trigger tagged. or if you find a shit ton of spelling errors...
Thinking about a monster tournament with human slvts as the prize for winning a match
Any monster that was of age and passed a basic physical exam could sign up for the various contests.
Each competition would have the prize for winning tied up by the sign up booths. After all, what's better than a visual incentive to entice competitors?
All of the prizes are stripped to show off each humans holes as well as possible. They're also all stretched to the brim and/or have a ring or a cage around them, keeping the helpless things as desperate as possible.
Is there a faster way to increase entrance fees than luring them in with a pre-show from the pathetic toys, each one practically begging to be used?
The trophies are displayed in a number of different positions. Showing off their best assets or giving everyone easy access was the priority.
Some are bent and tied over tables or benches, legs stetched wide and holes forced to stretch around wide glass objects. Clawed hands are quick to run unrestrained over the reddening cheeks, or tapping the base of the plug to watch their insides clench and pulse, or letting a tail slap their inner thighs again and again.
Others with their hands hooked so high up that they’re forced up on tip toes. Wobbling back and forth when a curios tentacle suctions over their peaked nipples. A bored goblin spinning them until the rope is taut and letting go, laughter filling the room at the wild spinning. Their flailing tugging at the hook buried deep inside, the end secured to the straining neck. Mocking the gasping prize for dripping and moaning at the treatment.
Spread eagle, but upright, so each passerby can see how wet they are just from being displayed like this. No one touching them as they shake and leak, pleading for anything other than the wide cold plug to stretch them open. A centaur coming up behind a lucky one to whip its tail across the toys ass and thighs. Ignoring the gasps caused by clenching down on the unyielding metal, they threaten to use a riding crop instead if they win.
In a chair, knees wide open so anyone can lower themselves on the leaking restrained ccck, tight leather or metal squeezing the bases. Testing to see if the denied length is worth competing for while ignoring the crying, twitching human it was attached to. An orc warrior tilting back ones face so it can be straddled and grinding her folds against its panting mouth while her main rival sucks her chest and bounces feverishly in the lap. Threatening to do the same in the tournament to gain the upper hand...
One is lowered on a pole with a too large, double length attachment. The spectators have a fun time betting on what exactly is lodged inside. And an even better time mocking them for the bulge visible through their skin. A naga coming up and rubbing over the protrusion so it can watch every reaction as the prize instinctively clenches around the huge toys before trying to flinch away from the burn. It chuckling as the movement only drives the pole further in and reinforces how helpless they are. Coiling its tail around their torso to carefully slide them up and down while they both moan.
Just, monsters rambling around between stalls playing with different humans to see if any of them are enticing enough to fight for...
The volunteers at each desk are soon overwhelmed with drooling sign ups, each ready to risk injury to win one of the eager trophies.
The victor gets to receive its' trophy in front of the whole audience. Flaunting their sexval prowess after proving their physical prowess.
(Fucking the human unconscious is a common tradition among winners)
This isn't really finished but I'm tired of it sitting in my drafts. Lmk if you want a cw/tw tagged ✌
concept: all my roommates secretly start lacing all my food with aphrodisiacs and the longer it goes on it just makes me more desperate and easier to control and i gradually let them fuck me more and more often and even start begging for it sometimes until one day i break and they gangbang me in the living room with all their friends. i have no choice - the drugs control my pussy and my pussy controls my brain. eventually i'm not a roommate anymore, i'm communal property. my body only has one purpose now and that is to be the live-in free use fuckhole for the entire house (or neighborhood?). if i ever think of disobeying or questioning why i'm like this now (why would i lol) all they have to do to punish me is tie my hands behind my back and refuse to use my pussy. it's extremely effective. 🐐
Your roommates have always given you these odd looks, but you never really thought much of them. It was easier to write the stares off as one of those odd quirks that people sometimes have. It's much the same when they start cooking you meals more often and reminding you to eat frequently. Sure, it's a little odd, but it's simpler to assume kindness from them than to assume any ulterior motive. That's why you never connect the food they offer you with the way your mind heats up after you eat, sending sparks all across your body that need to be extinguished. Luckily, your roommates are more than willing to help out with these odd bouts of arousal, which you assume is just another act of kindness. How sweet of them to come to your aid, right?
These sudden spikes in libido slowly morph into a high baseline lust that turns you into the household slut, with a reputation for always being down to fuck. Your roommates can't see how desperate you're truly getting, not just yet, but it's becoming clearer to you by the day that even a daily fuck from each of them isn't enough to keep you satiated anymore. You're getting closer and closer to just outright begging them for more sex, but even when you reach your tipping point and plead for more, it's still not enough. They just brush you off because they think you can just use a toy or something, right? The smirk that lingers on every face should probably clue you in to the fact that something isn't right, but your brain is too addled to put the clues together.
One day, when your roommates are doing something unimportant in the living room, you snap and just walk into their midst bare naked, promptly distracting them with your body. It doesn't help that a good handful of their friends are there. Well, it kind of does help, actually, because they join in on the ensuing gangbang. Having heard of you but never having gotten to use you before means that they're quite enthusiastic about helping to break in the household's new fucktoy. You're thanking them and cumming over and over on the endless line of cocks that's all too happy to fill you until you're overflowing.
By the time they're all done using you, you can't think of anything else except finding more cock. Your roommates tie you up and stick a vibrator in you to keep you half-satisfied while they decide what to do with you. Eventually, they reach the conclusion that it would work best for you to become the communal property of not only the household, but the whole neighborhood - or anyone from anywhere who wants to use you, really.
As soon as this system is put in place, it's clear just how well it's going to work out. You may be public property, but you're still living in this house, so your roommates take a small entrance fee from any "houseguests", just small enough that nobody has any problems with paying it. Despite the low value of the toll for entrance to your home, so many people are so eager to use you that nobody in that house ever has to work again. They can spend all day fucking you and using every one of your holes to their whims.
They don't ever have to worry about you escaping, either. You're so desperate and constantly horny that any insubordination on your part can easily be cured by simply not fucking you. With your hands tied behind your back and your holes painfully empty, it doesn't take you too long to stop questioning anything and return to your true purpose.
And that's all your purpose is now, right? You belong to whoever wants to fuck you. The drugs control you, the drugs have dissolved your mind, and you're broken beyond ever being able to think again.
When I was auctioned off to a witch, I expected the worst. Living in a forest, far from civilasation. Having to collect mushrooms and strange plants to brew weird potions, or whatever. But reality was very different.
The witch dressed me in new clothes and I even got a pointy hat to go with it. She enchanted rope so it bound me tightly, without having to do it herself. Then her magic wand thickened and sprouted a cockhead. I couldn't believe my eyes. But then the witch teased me with her magic dildo. Rubbing it back and forth through my slit, teasing my clit and entrance, slipping it through my crack to press against my anus. I tried to evade it, but she slipped the head in and pulled it out a few times, making me squeak.
In the end, I was dripping and begging to be fucked but my mistress denied me. And even though the ropes were loosened, they prevented me from touching herself. Whenever I tried to slipt a hand between my legs, they appeared and bound my wrists tightly until I stopped trying. It was frustrating.
This became a routine. I hadn't even felt the witch's magic wand dick inside of me at all, apart from the few times she decided to push the head into my ass, but even the sight of the wand itself, not thickened into the shape of a cock, was enough to make me wet to the point of dripping.
I always wore a dress or a skirt now. No underwear, of course. The witch had so much fun teasing me that she kept pulling out her magic wand at the most inappropriate of times just so I would get wet for her.
And not only that. She was a witch, so she could conjure up touch. She teased my nipples without actually touching them. She poked invisible dicks at my asshole. She even slipped in slick not-there puttplugs. It must look a sight, my asshole stretched around... nothing. But I could feel it. There was something inside my ass whenever she decided there should be. The ropes were always there, following her around wherever I went to prevent me from trying to touch myself. I hadn't cum in so long that I couldn't even remember it.
One day, the witch told me, that she bought me a broom, so that she could take me with her to Walpurgis Night. The broom wasn't what I expected at all: There was a shining dildo and a plug attached to it where I would sit. I exhaled a shuddering sigh. Weeks, months, of teasing without anything inside of me and now her witch wanted to take me to Walpurgis Night on this broom?
"Come on, pet", she said and pulled out her magic wand. Like a Pavlov's dog, my pussy began dripping at the sight and she smirked. She conditioned me to this reaction purposefully.
She held out a dick-shaped gag, foced it into my mouth and fastened it behind my head before setting the hat atop of my head. The ropes had already bound my wrists behind my back, so she had no problems attaching nipple clamps with tiny bells to my nipples.
She had a lot of fun ringing the bells, getting me wetter and wetter and she laughted at me when my pussy actually started leaking down my leg.
"Such a wet pet, good girl", she praised me.
I felt myself levitating at her command, the ropes bound my calves to my thighs in an awkward angle. When the broom started to push between my legs I realized why she positioned me like this.
I'm not sure if the broom continued up or if I was lowered down onto it, but I felt the head of the dildo sliding between my lower lips. My eyelids fluttered close at the intrusion when the head of it slipped past my lips and into my pussy. It didn't stop or slowed until I felt the plug poke at my asshole.
It slipped in with some effort, being bigger than the cockhead of my mistresses magic-wand-dildo.
Then I was finally seated, all holes stuffed. The ropes fastened me to the broom, effectively rendering me immobile. I was so aroused, my pussy didn't stop leaking. I could feel a cold trail of my own juice running down my leg.
The witch smirked at me and started pulling at my nipples, making the bells ring again. I moaned, but the gag muffled the sound. I'm sure she heard it, because her smirk got wider.
"Let's go, then", she said.
Her black cat hopped onto my broom, rustling me. The dildo pressed deeper into me, making me moan again. I saw how she swung herself up on her own broom and started to levitate. I couldn't control it, so mine followed hers.
My nipples tightened further upon hitting the colder night air, but I relaxed after a few minutes. Stuffed to the brink, levitating silently through the night - not how I expected to end up.
"It is quite the long journey", said my mistress. "But don't worry, I don't think you will get bored."
I felt the buttplug expanding suddenly and mewld around my gag. Her fingers were moving, so I knew she was enchanting it. I felt so full already, but over the course of the next hour, the plug grew bigger and bigger. I've never felt like this before, trapped in the air, bound and stuffed this full. No escaping.
So when the plug started to vibrate inside of me, I crashed into an orgasm that didn't stop until the witch had mercy with me and stilled the vibrations.
"That was good, huh?", she purred.
Dazed, I could only nod.
The plug shrunk, but simultaneously the fake-dick in my pussy grew and started to push up into me in tiny thrusts.
"Don't think you're done yet", said the witch and smirked at me again.
Even though the dildo didn't vibrate, it started to really fuck me now. Forcefull, hard strokes made me bounce on the broom like a doll. I could only moan and moan as it sped up to shorter, but harder thrusts into my pussy.
I orgasmed again when the plug in my ass started vibrating again. Thick, hot spurts of cum were pumped into me and dripped out of my pussy into the night.
The thrusting didn't stop. It fucked me through my orgasm and into the next. When it finally stopped, the plug in my ass started shapeshifting into another dick that railed my ass for the next hour or so, almost making me cum two times before denying me.
I was so frustrated that my fourth orgasm of the night hit me with surprising force, my hole cramped up around the dick as it filled my ass with hot cum as well.
When we reached the festives, I was a satisfied mess.
"Now you can just relax", said the witch as she got down from her own broom.
I only now noticed that my broom was attached to a leash. As she explored the tiny shops, watched the dances and participated in chanting, she took me with her as her pet. I got pumped full of cum several more times, all of them with audiences.
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Also, watch this video :D
I know I'm too late for halloween, I had too much to do lately. But I still think it's a fun story!
11/2021
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Cw: Object inser.tion, free/public use, lmk if i forgot one
No monster fvcking for once, but still pretty weird
Thinking about being bent over waist high railing in a Japanese restaurant and used to hold and warm bottles of sake.
Basically, the restaurant employs people who's holes are used to hold and warm bottles of sake. Keeping a range of “bottle warmers” to appeal to all their customers.
They're prepped before service each day by the waiters. The waitstaff take whatever kitchen implements they can find to get the “bottle servers” stretched out and ready for their jobs. Lubing up rubber spatulas, vegetables, whisks, oil bottles, whatever. Anything that can be thrust inside of someone to stretch them wide open.
Using a long turkey baster to fill them with lube for the night. Forcing it deep and squirting the cool gel in before yanking it out and repeating the process until their puffy holes are dripping.
Making them help set the tables to repay the favor of prepping them. Having them walk from the kitchen to each table carrying soy sauce bottles or sriracha clenched inside to help set up the dining room for the evening.
Tied up - wrist to ankle - on the railing separating the bar from the restaurant. Anytime a table orders a full bottle a "bottle warmer" is slid across the railing to the table and used to keep the bottle warm while they eat.
Most being tied up with bottles already inside to keep them warm and save time on busy nights. But some being set aside empty for customers who prefer inserting it themselves.
Whether they’re slowly pushing in the wide base or jamming it in and laughing at the yelps it illicits, the bottle warmers always have to take the abuse, tied up the way they are.
The bottle popping in and out of the used holes throughout the night as they’re slid from table to table. Each one allowed to have their own fun with the trapped bodies.
Shoving cutlery or ice cubes inside the gaping holes when the bottle is removed. Spanking their exposed cheeks until they’re bright red. Whole tables sitting and mocking the tied up warmers as they drip and clench for everyone.
Toying with the exposed clits and cocks of the restrained, overstimulated warmers. Betting on how long it will take them to cum, or cry, while drunken hands fumble at them over and over.
Popping the bottle in and out rapidly to really destroy the hole for the night when they near orgasm. Reminding them this is for entertainment, not their pleasure, when they stop right before the warmer cums.
Laughing at how wet and desperate they look from the rough treatment, how stretched out and pathetic their holes are, how they could be replaced by a warm water bath, how far inside the hole they can see, how fucked out their face looks, how only sluts could cum from something as disgusting as that...
Or~
Being requested as a centerpiece for a private parties sushi dinner.
Rolls and sashimi getting piled onto your body while your tied, legs spread, on a banquet table. Glasses of sauce and wasabi placed over your eyes, effectively blinding you. A carved radish garnish stuck in your mouth like a pig gag.
Trying your best to hold still for what feels like hours as unseen hands grab food off your naked body, most taking a moment to toy with the entertainment a little.
Discussing how pretty the "serving tray" looked, pinching your nipples, dripping soy sauce on you and licking it up, slapping your inner thighs pink, flicking your hole, then going right back to chatting and enjoying the evening like you aren't even there.
Once the food is gone being guided onto elbows and knees, having a huge sake bottle shoved deep inside with just the neck poking out, stretching you to the limit. Pushing desperately around the cold, unyielding bottle, automatically trying to expelling the intrusion. Hearing jeers from the crowd when it is shoved back in, not caring about your comfort.
Being given no time to adjust before strong hands grip your hips and start using you to fill their glasses. Pushing your ass down and letting it pour out slowly while you whine from the pressure against your straining hole. Any wiggling or struggling resulting in harsh smacks for interrupting the fun.
Being twisted into more and more humiliating positions to reach everyone's cups. Shuffling in circles on hands and knees to reach everyone. Rough hands dragging you nearly upright by the back of your neck to hasten the pour. Face down again and arching your back up to keep the liquid from spilling while crawling around.
Clenching around the shifting weight of it as you tilt back again to pour. Hole tightening as well as it can around the bottle as it tests your tired muscles.
Being slapped every time a drop misses the glass or you overfill one or moaning and whimpering interrupts a conversation.
When the bottle is empty you’re forced to kneel in the center of the table again. Told to try pushing it out of your aching hole. Meanwhile everyone jeers and laughs at how disgusting you are.
Sobbing when someone starts pinching your nipples again. Claiming they're helping you get it out while twisting the swollen nubs. Stimulation or something like that...
Another bottle being slammed into your aching body almost immediately after the first is finally forced out. Crying out at the sudden pain in your already abused hole. Realizing the restaurant doesn't close for another three hours and wondering what else they will do to you in the meantime...
And that's pretty much it. I should probably stop writing while stoned though...
Thinking about an amulet or necklace or something that's haunted by a ghost i guess.
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You're poking around a shop that opened near your home. It's an odd place, filled to the brim with an eclectic mix of antiques. Eventually you find a collection of jewelry. It all ranged in style and color, but one piece in particular seemed to call to you. Maybe it's because it matches your eyes perfectly, or because your birthstone is set in it, or it's exactly your style, down to the type of metal. Whatever it is, all you know is that you need to buy it.
As soon as you pick up the item a humming, lithe man ducks around a near-buckling bookshelf and heads your way. Watching him draw near distracts you from a gentle pulse of light from the jewelry.
His name tag identifies him as Benjamin. The guiding hand on your arm is chilly, and makes it easy to explain away the raising goosebumps, as you're led to an old register.
Your grip tightens around the still cold metal in your hand as he chatters about the history of it, only half listening as you fumble in your pockets for change. The mans knowing eyes follow you all the way out of the store.
Once outside, you carefully put it on. Finally getting to admire the way the piece looks and feels against your skin. Adjusting it keeps you from noticing a slight second tinkle of the doors bells and a chilly breeze following you.
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After arriving home, you dump your bag on a chair before stumbling upstairs. Even though it’s still early in the evening, the urge to sleep overwhelms you. It had been a long day and walking home in the warm sun hadn’t helped matters. You kick off your shoes, and the most restrictive items of clothing, but don’t bother with anything else before collapsing into bed. The last thing you remember before sleep takes over is the cold press of your recent purchase against your skin.
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You wake up on your stomach to a faint glow filling your room. The cool metal of your new jewelry seems to be emitting a shifting blue light. It bathes your face as you try to blink the sleep from your eyes. You’re still unsure whether you're truly awake or not- still fuzzy from your interrupted rest. Steady pulses of light are filling every corner of the room while you study the piece for a cause.
You're so mesmerized by it that you almost don't notice the gentle touches against your exposed skin. Goosebumps trail after the icy caress as you struggle to look away. To figure out what is brushing against the seams of the clothing you failed to remove before falling into bed. What is rubbing the flesh underneath without removing an item of clothing...
Finally a surge of confusion and mild fear gives you the push to tear your eyes from the almost hypnotic glow. Craning around to look at what's groping you answers nothing as the sensations continue beneath your undisturbed clothing. Multiple appendages feel like they're rubbing circles against your now tingling skin, but you can't see a thing. Surely you must still be sleeping.
The touches become stronger, bolder. Something slowly guides your face back to the pulsing jewelry while lowering your jaw. Rubbing further up your inner thigh and circling your knees. Guiding your legs open and stroking higher still...
When you're open and exposed it starts brushing back and forth against your clenching hole. It’s clear you've been needy for some time while it clenches and flutters under the pressure. The beings movements pause. You stay spread wide and pliant, holding the position it guided you into. Drool builds on your lower lip as the moments tick by.
With your unfocused gaze still distracted by the lights, there's no warning before something is pushing its’ way into your drooling mouth. It starts thrusting immediately while something else is slithering up your body to wrap lightly around your throat. Yet another is brushing against your hole before swiping through the steady trickle of arousal still leaking from you. Using that to coat itself before sliding in deep. Fucking your mouth and hole in tandem while you twitch and moan at the burn of the unidentifiable intrusion.
Letting the pleasure fill your mind as an invisible being uses your body. Rocking your hips back when your neck is lightly squeezed. Gasping when your nipples are harshly pinched as it loosens again. Sucking eagerly when it starts thrusting into you with vigor. Pushing you into the mattress when your moans get even louder.
Momentarily loosing sight of your jewelry when it decides to change your position. An almost bruising grip raising your hips for better access while the thrusts speed up. Spreading your thighs wider still and latching harder onto still pebbled nipples. It’s uncaring about the gagging and choking its caused by the increased pace, only seeking its own release.
Trying to keep track of all the things happening to your body, the still glowing light, and drawing in desperate breaths, has overwhelmed your limp body. So much so that when an orgasm is finally torn from you, you're almost blindsided. The being doesn’t stop using your holes for a moment. Unfazed by the shaking and drooling its treatment has caused. Feeling your mind blank out as the pleasure courses through you, moaning as they continue plunging inside of you anyways. A drooling mess from both ends as you cum again and again, a trembling puddle by the end. Desperately grasping the covers of your bed when the fvcking continues regardless of your overstimulated state.
Eventually the tight hold around your limbs is released and the light begins to fade. A cold goop is leaking out of your red, used holes. Shaking fingers tug the now warm jewelry from your skin and toss it to the end of the bed. Tomorrow seemed like a good time to worry about that. Or maybe to try it out again...
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I know the ghost thing has been done before but I think it's hot af so here we are... Lmk if you want something tagged or added to the cw.
Cw: cnc/coerced?, monster/demon/teterophilia/etc., free use, public use, stocks, piss (light?), lmk it I forgot something
Thinking about free use stocks as a punishment..
Thinking about being asked to choose between a five year prison sentence or five months in a monster towns free use stocks.
You see, humans made an agreement with the monsters. They leave human settlements alone, so they're supplied with humans for their free use stocks.
These stocks are in every established monster town. They were seen as a way of reducing aggression by giving monsters somewhere to release their pent-up energy.
Adding it as an alternative punishment to a humans prison sentence (for certain crimes) ensured monster raids stayed to a minimum and it lessened the strain on the prison system.
Win win!
You've always enjoyed sex, even preferring the rougher kind, so when you're arrested for theft you ask yourself- how bad could five months of being a monsters cvmdump be?
You're sent to a sort of demonic port town. You can smell the brine of sea water and the sulphur of hellfire on your jailers.
A blindfold keeps you from knowing exactly where you are, or even what the monsters you'll be servicing look like. All you know for sure is that they're large, and strong, and only care about using you.
Your jailers would explain the specifics of your punishment as they lock you into the wooden stocks. Roughly guiding your limbs into place and exposing your holes. Maybe even shoving a ring gag into your mouth to keep your teeth out of the way
All while explaining that each morning you would be put into these stocks and each night you would be removed for cleaning and sleep. In between any monsters that wandered into the town were free to use your body however they liked.
And they really liked using the bodies trapped in the stocks.
The first monsters to use you are the two jailers.
As soon as your limbs are secured something thick and radiating heat is rubbing against your hole. Something that almost burns is being smeared across the twitching skin while a clawed hand positions your head and holds you steady.
They would thrust into you at the same time. Filling you to the brim in one motion and pounding at your spasming holes right away. No easing into it or stretching you out. No regard for your need to breath or how much you thought you could handle.
Just two hulking demons chasing their own release in another human flesh.light.
A small crowd would likely form as you gag and shake on the burning lengths. They all know you broke the law and chose this punishment and they don't let you forget it.
Being called a desperate cum.slut, a monsters fuck.toy, a stupid little hole only good for getting fucked, all while two demons force you to stretch further than ever before.
The way you're clenching harder around the cock in your hole with every insult is only encouraging it to fuck you harder.
The length buried in your throat is throbbing and leaking as you gag and choke around it. Drawing back just enough to let you breath momentarily before forcing its way back in. Letting the thrusts from the monster behind you rock you on its length.
Burning cvm eventually filling your hole to the brim. Screaming around the co.ck in your throat as the heat spreads through you. Choking and sobbing as the vibrations from your cries cause the other monster to start to cvm as well.
It thrusting erratically into and out of your mouth. Cvm pouring down your throat, heavy balls flush with your chin. And then its cock is pulling back across your tongue, its seed coating your mouth, and then it's all the way back in again, and then back, over and over, with complete disregard to your comfort.
You shake and choke as they continue to fill and coat you, finally overwhelming your fragile mind and you cvm long and hard around the demonic lengths. Moaning loud while the pleasure races through your tired body.
Coming to with your face covered with drool and cvm, your mouth and still clenching hole gaping as the demons mess drips out steadily. Clawed fingers carefully pushing some of it back into you before slapping your trembling thigh.
Telling you they'd see you again after the bars close for the evening. Wouldn't want to take away the drunks entertainment after all. Without a hole to distract them, who knows what trouble a drunken monster could cause?
Saying they hope they don't forget to return to unlock you, since it will be so late when you're done for the night. After all, if they just leave you in the stocks, then they won't have to worry about putting you out again in the morning.
During their pep talk more demons would be stepping up to the stocks to take their place.
Giving your already filthy and limp body no chance to recover as you're stretched open and slammed into again. Clawed hands explore your body, tweaking nipples and slapping sensitive places all while two huge unforgiving cocks are using the slick left leaking from you to ease their way as they pound in you faster than you thought possible.
When the pinching, wandering hands finally reach between your legs , they're greeted with a leaking, oversensitive mess.
It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time to get you on the edge of another orgasm. The teasing has you on edge again in record time.
You're twitching and leaking from the attention, and before long you're screaming around the length in your throat as the pleasure courses through your weak body. It's too much in your weakened state and your mind looses track of what's happening as you moan and writhe in your bonds.
After that, the day turns into a blur. Endless monstrous cocks stretch you, endless burning loads are pumped into you, endless claws scratch and pinch and pull at you while you desperately try to stay conscious under the onslaught of abuse.
Night falls and you shiver between boiling cocks. By that time you're barely holding on, panting and boneless in the unyielding stocks. Unfortunately, drunk demons are even more inclined to treat your body like a flesh.light.
You're slapped and chocked with even less regard to your comfort by this crowd. You feel warm streams of piss washing cvm off your face while a demon complains about the mess. A bottle is shoved inside, stretching your abused hole further, when a demon decides you're too loose to fuck. Laughs and jeers ring out around you when you manage to cvm again from the feeling. A knot is shoved inside after that as you remember the drawback of being in a port town means you'll be used by all manner of monsters.
The jailers never do show up to let you out. You hang there filthy and barely conscious, enjoying your first moment of piece since you were locked in. Cvm drips from every inch of your body as you hope someone comes to let you down soon. You've never needed to wash up and sleep more than you do now.
Unfortunately for you, something decides to help out with one of those things.
A light splashing from the ocean behind you is your only warning before you feel a tentacle wrap around you and sea water lap at your ankles.
Thinking about being caught breaking into a dungeon
Maybe you're an adventurer or a knight or a treasure hunter, but you're in over your head. You’ve always considered yourself smart and capable, so venturing in a bit couldn’t hurt anything. Oh, how wrong you were...
Maybe it was created by a warlock,or a dragon, or a wraith, or a goblin, or a witch, whatever...
Whoever it was, they built the dungeon to protect themselves, their fortress, and their most prized possessions. And they are not happy you broke in and tried to break into their golden treasure chest. Look at all the scratches your clumsy lock picking left!
They decide you must be punished for your actions.
The punishments can vary...
Sometimes they decide to use you as a replacement treasure chest. Getting bent over the side of it as the contents are slowly forced inside of you, uncaring about your personal limits. The golden designs pressing into your skin is a welcome chill against your feverish skin as you struggle and groan.
The contents could be any sort of item. A geode, loose coins, jewels, potion bottles, a sheathed dagger, a ring, golden plug, anything really.
No matter what it is, or how sure you are it won’t fit, your body manages to accommodate each intrusion. Maybe it’s due to magical interference from your captor or your own reluctant arousal, but you stretch and clench eagerly after adjusting to the overwhelming sensations.
An aphrodisiac rubbed inside your hole so when someone reaches in to remove the priceless items, they end up fucking you instead.
A wizard filling you with ingredients that need to be kept at a constant warm temperature. Forcing potion bottles inside you to see if they become more powerful after incubating for several days.
Collecting samples from you during the process for use in other experiments. Bottling your cum, and saliva as it leaks from your slack holes. Using them in potions they use on you, or leave in you.
Using you to get rare samples from dangerous creatures. Casting an attraction spell on you, or spreading an aphrodisiac on you. Scraping various fluids out of your wrecked body into jars as you lay there, to spent to move. Gathering loot drops after the monsters are ‘defeated’.
Being used as a monster trap. After all, dungeons don’t protect themselves! And using your holes as bait is much easier than trying to hire anyone. Once again casting a spell around your opening, but this one knocks them out after cumming deep in you.
being used to breed more monsters.. dragons eggs?
A crystal that absorbs your power and stores it for your captor to use each time you cum around it.
A hero keeping you as part of their payment for defeating the monster. Or being the prize/golden chest at the bottom of a dungeon. But the items are stuck inside of you, your body tightening up in fear of the new situation. The hero deciding that cumming inside you was the best way to dislodge their prizes.
Dosed with a potion that sends you into a desperate heat. Then getting locked in chastity, doused in pheromones or aphrodisiac,and dropped into a dungeon to find the key. Eagerly dropping to your knees for each beast you encounter. Hoping this one will finally drop the key and help relieve your building desperation.
Thinking about getting trapped in a maze with a Minotaur... would love to have a huge beast slowly running me down, trapping me in its own cage.
It could start by blocking passages to lead me away from the exits, setting up loud traps to scare me towards its deeper in. Relentlessly pursuing me through the maze until I’m hopelessly disoriented. Waiting until I’m too dizzy and tired to fight before finally approaching.
Crouching down to where I’m slumped on the cold stone floor, its red eyes would bore into me. Telling me it would stop blocking passages and leading me astray for one hour. That I had one fair hour to escape its clutches.
Scrambling to my feet and swaying down identical hallways. The patterns on the wall would blur together as I try passage after passage. Too dazed to really have a chance. Dead ends are everywhere and I wouldn’t be able to differentiate between them after long. Hearing the heavy stomps as it gets closer and close to me. Finally reaching a door and praying it’s the exit.
It isn’t.
Trying to leave through the same door wouldn’t work as well as planned. The Minotaur's hulking form would be filling the doorway, forcing me further into its chamber.
Before I could process what was happening, I would feel it’s iron strong hands wrapping around my waist. Lifting me up as I weakly kick and slap at the beast. A large weight would settle against my ass and lower back, hot and leaking, as my pants were carelessly torn off. My struggles would weaken as the inevitability of the situation sinks in.
A low chuckle that rumbled through my now limp body would be the only warning before the massive, dripping head was spreading my cheeks. Lining my hole up with its length. Ever so slowly it would press my down, hands flexing on my sides as I groan and buck in the unyielding grip. Lowering me onto its’ cock as I helplessly hang in the Minotaur's tight grasp.
Desperate moans and gasps would be pushed from me as I’m slid up and down the scalding length. It starts slowly, squeezing my thighs as it uses my body like a flesh.light. Eventually my tight leaking hole would be too much for it to resist. Throwing all caution and consideration for my body out the window it would begin frantically working me up and down. Using me to get off as my legs jerk uselessly in the air and my upper body flops around pathetically. Reaching up and behind myself I would have to brace on its horns, pulling the bulls head down into my neck. It would pant and huff into my ear. Its slimy tongue spilling out of its mouth and licking down my chest. Flicking my nipples and grazing teeth against my neck.
It’s too much. Becoming nothing more than a cock.sleeve for the Minotaur as it fucks my limp body would be too much for my already exhausted mind to handle. I would have to give into the pleasure being forced on me as it’s flared cock continues to hammer away. Feeling my arousal build while being used like this would be humiliating. Tears would pool in my eyes as the pleasure builds.
Tiring of my sobs and groans, the beast would stop lapping and nipping my chest and neck, and it would shove its tongue towards the back of my throat instead. Effectively gagging me as its burning drool runs down my throat. I’d be so focused on breathing around it that my orgasm would sneak up on me.
The Minotaur's, however, wouldn’t.
When it feels me start to shake and clench while pumping me on its throbbing member, the monsters hips thrust hard in time with its hands. Any resistance I had left would be destroyed as my sopping walls allowed it deeper than I thought possible. Finally stilling us as it came hard and long. Probably been a while for the beast. My own orgasm is prolonged due to the overwhelming sensations, causing me to continue shaking and moaning as it ruins my tired holes. Its cum keeps drenching my insides until Im swelling slightly in its hands.
My grip on the horns finally fails as I’m swiveled around on the twitching cock. Another orgasm rips through me as it churns my insides around the throbbing length. Scraping my insides and stirring the cum deeper while I twitch helplessly. Meanwhile its situating my legs around its waist. Red eyes bore into mine as it thrusts lightly, bouncing me again and again. Groaning and clenching as it toys with me. Reaching out I steady myself on broad shoulders and drool uselessly.
A horn blows. The next tribute is in the maze, and the Minotaur has a hunt to begin. It starts to trot.
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