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@dannyredwoods
Gotta torture em while I still got em
I'm just a couple months away from top surgery! If you wanna commission photos, gifs, or videos from me while I still have tits, contact me and say so before it's too late!
so cute when boys are easy. you just kiss them and they’re ready to get fucked. and you can tease them for being little sluts 😊
"spam likers will be blocked" spam likers can cum in my mouth
Literally blow up my notifications. I hope your other hand is in pants though
A little life in you yet.
Finished this pixel art animation loop for The Other Happy Place game!!!
Just Frenchie enjoying his soup, just because.
a beast upon her throne
THE X-FILES — 1x03 “Squeeze”
Jerma is actually a very normal Bostonian man
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A cute guy chained up in a basement, a dusty old stereo placed just out of his reach playing the same cassette tape on repeat. The sounds ricochet against the cobwebbed heaps of wood and metal objects, many impossible to identify in the darkness, clattering around the grey concrete walls and floors in a tinny nightmare symphony. Day and night without ceasing, no way to tell the difference in the windowless room, no light but a dim, flickering, naked bulb hanging precariously from a wire in the ceiling. The audio from the tape drilling its way into the poor boy's brain, keeping him from sleeping, scoring his rare, fleeting dreams. Invading his thoughts, his memories of freedom. No more words of encouragement, no more friends' laughter, not even his own name, he can't hear anything in his mind anymore. Just the tape, harmonizing and clashing with itself over. And over. And over. And over. For who knows how long now. Perhaps his captor has forgotten him, he figures. Gone away somewhere and left him to rot. Maybe they died. An increasingly enviable fate.
Gotta torture em while I still got em
I'm just a couple months away from top surgery! If you wanna commission photos, gifs, or videos from me while I still have tits, contact me and say so before it's too late!
Happy Valentine's Day!
New story featuring very strong gagging. I'll make drawings for it later
C356
Azaela walked down the road on the way to her club. She moved past the trees and dark gray houses. Bushes swayed in the wind. Steps came up behind her and before she could react tape was planted on her mouth and a mask was pulled on her face. A black haired girl was holding her arms behind her back and making her quickly walk. Injecting her in the neck, she was directed into a crowd.
She did not know where she was but they sure were loud. Suddenly she realized that her abductor had let her go. No one would hear her mmmphs in the crowd, and it would be embarrassing to pull off the tape, so she just kept going.
As she moved she noticed on one side of a shed was various tubes containing wiring and other stuff important to the gathering. She suddenly realized it was a festival for one of the rival clubs. Sabotaging it would help her own. She peeled the tape from her mouth and reached down to fiddle with the tubes.
She placed transmitters that would fully ruin the damaged tubes with water once she was at a safe distance. She went away and clicked her app to activate them. The lights went out. She started running, but someone grabbed her, a strong dude. She sent messages to her club using her phone, and when he grabbed her hands she used voice commands.
He dragged her towards a nearby tent. He grabbed a tube of super glue from tools on a wooden table and first glued her lips then her fingers and the edges of her hands together. "Shut up!!!" He yelled, passing more glistening glue over her already fused lips, layering it as she stretched the skin.
By this time more participants and crew had come to help, hogtying her hands and feet on the floor below her chest with rope, as the groaning girl squirmed puffing her face. The one who grabbed her made a call on his phone. Someone told her what kind of place she was going to and she yelled.
Duct tape was wrapped around her mouth and a face mask was put back on, she was put onto her behind. "Sit down!!" They had put what seemed like an excessive amount of rope onto her body. She dazed off and it occurred to her that the injection may have taken her inhibitions from performing such rash behavior. But it didn't matter now…
A white van pulled up and the driver put her into a quickly vacuumed bag, the passenger and him bringing her into the side door. Thrown into a soundproof box which was closed, she saw a light in the darkness and she looked at it, then pink spirals and other hypnosis played from bright LEDs. She grunted behind her gag, no one would listen to what happened next. Her thoughts were captured and slowly muzzled.
By the time she arrived at the facility Outpost her mind was as glued as her mouth, sealing the aggression she had unfortunately acted on, and was lost in a fantasy. She imagined being victorious in her sabotage and being celebrated at her Club, even though she had felt like it was unnatural for her, then all that went away as the powerful hypnosis wiped her recent memories and other parts of her mind. She thought of her crush with no words, just nice images of him, then scenes from her memories of past years there.
When she became aware again she was in a firm and comprehensive brown straitjacket and bounced on the floor. Mechanical arms on metal poles picked her up and bought her into a machine. Her mouth was filled with foam and padding like it was walled, then tape dispensers the size of her head began to roll around wrapping her mouth, cutting and dispensing tape layers of different colors, forming a giant muzzle. She was lost in her memories and starting to live in them by making different decisions. The mechanical arms moved her to dunk her in yellowgreen adhesive, then she was lifted up to be wrapped in softened sheets of the same material as her straitjacket, smoothly covering her entire body. She was laid on the floor and her memories changed again, this time her friends were taping her mouth and hands. It was very difficult to maintain her erratic demeanor which got her into this situation after being aggravated. Tape went over her mouth in all her memories, calmly switching between them as her erratic demeanor was erased. Adhesive was spread around her tape wrap, then another sheet of the material was pressed around her mouth for an outer muzzle layer. Her hypnosis was completed and fixed in her brain, and she went down. In her memories, she went around trying to make noise but they were little sounds. She saw her crush and he pressed a sheet of tape over her mouth and the noises stopped. She was placed in a metal box which had been molded to fit her analyzed figure. The join was sealed with a metal strap, and the box was carved with planes to facilitate the maintenance of the hypnosis with emitters. Inside, her mind was silent, and became an empty void to be remade. She became known as C356 even though she would only be there for a couple years. She was placed in a large storage bank for the boxes.
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Years later, she was back in her club. Entirely focused on it and living for it, she ran around waving her fists making soft sounds, with a masked face. She had a lot of friends and was a gentle presence nearby them.
Then she went home. The black haired girl who had used her for sabotage lived with her, petting her head as Azaela ran up happily, holding up her hands. Behind her mask a large piece of tape covered her cheeks, and her lips and fingers were glued fused shut. She didn't have a single thought of leaving this state and murmured as the girl patted her masked mouth. The girl would always find new uses for her to carry out every month or so.
Bounty
The adhesive was soaked into the sponge in a gloved hand. Placing it in the mouth, it began to expand from contact with saliva, fusing to every surface of the mouth.
These were a couple transients discovered stealing from a passenger of a wooden open air bus, and when their target struggled gave a beating. Hauling them in as a vigilante, they had foulmouths and the sponges soaked in all the foulness into a pleasingly porous mass.
He inserted noseplugs which threaded breathing tubes, and when they were deep enough they expanded at the ends to stuff the throat. The sponges grew between the lips, and over the inner surface of the gag he put a massive layer of tape. The nose plugs had spikes he pressed against to pierce the tape, then removed the replaceable spike tips. The criminals tumbled around on the hard floor of his creaking wagon, wrapping up their hands individually around squeezeballs as their smooth sealed mouths flexed.
Three months later, he opened their cell. His arcane machine had etched an image of the victim's attack by copying her memory, lying on the ground crying in her draped coat which sometimes changed, and restraint collars forced them to keep looking at it on the wall. "Ready for getting released?" They gulped, locked in their confinement. He released the restraint collar and they started to move, ankles cuffed to a restraint bar. A girl and boy, they gathered around him eager to show their lesson. They didn't know what to do, so they just tried to be normal. The deviousness of the sponge gag was that it was so soft it could start to feel normal, and their jaws aimlessly stretched as if they could speak. They tried to look good, enough for freedom, but he was unimpressed. He started to lock on the collars, and they went wild. Their taped hands tangled up, they lashed out and tried to pull at him. He pushed them down and smacked their taped faces, preparing their punishment. He opened a locked cabinet in a corner of the cell and exposed two compartments with multiple restraint sections like pillories. They shook their heads urgently, mmmphing "no", and were locked in the various sections. Seeing that they responded well to adhesive, he filled the compartments with toughening goo like gelatin, loosening the sections a bit. They piercingly stared as he locked the door, the last thing they would see. Three more months for them. Now he could use the cell for another prisoner who would hear the faint noises. The victim paid him as well as a bounty board, a lucrative service.
You know what? I think Shane Madej deserves more credit for being literally the only man in the genre to actually walk the talk that he doesn’t believe in this shit. Other shows will be like “I am so SKEPTICAL I am a hardcore DEBUNKER” and then *two seconds later meme* “holy shit dude shadow people truly do control the government and Hillary Clinton hired the men in black to kill people, oh my god it’s all connected!” Ladies, if a man says he’s a skeptic, then he better be prepared to lie on a demon pentagram and laugh when a flashlight turns on and says it wants to kill him. Never settle for anything less.