18+ ONLY Explicit content TW for EVERYTHING 32yo OWNED nonbinary any pronouns pref slave/it Last O: 6/1/26 without permission 😢 I tried to ruin I promise but my needy cunt has a mind of its own
Getting deleted is more obnoxious than I imagined.
Explicit and adult content. If you don't like it block and leave. Under 18 get out please. Please have your age in bio. Allow me this outlet for my darkest fantasies.
Messages: If you aren't following me I'll assume you are spam cause why would u want to message me if you aren't even following me???
I am taken & owned fully. I am not a sissy. I will not pay you.
My limits shrink the longer I'm on this app
Soft limits: atm, eating ass, piss, scat, race play, eating disorder kinks, gore
Hard limits: snuff, cheating, homophobia, bigotry, racism, fascism etc. nonfantasy/kink rape, incest, misogyny etc.
A quick dark fantasy flash fiction. Daydreaming about how I would make a great captive.
When she was taken, it took awhile before the signs started for her audience. Her captor had confiscated her phone right away, changed the password, and dug through her photos, finding more than enough already taken to post. He grumbled in frustration as he watermarked her photos in the design app he found. It was easy - she made it so. But such an unnecessary thing, made necessary by her utterly predictable style. He found it more annoying still when, upon opening the apps she posted on, he discovered weeks worth of photos already queued out there, rendering his work unnecessary.
"Crazy, type A slut." He laughed, scrolling through them while he stood over her. "Need to get a good grade in posting porn?" He switched to the camera, snapped a photo from where he stood over her, lying prone, bound and gagged on the floor, then tucked the phone back into his pocket. Her legs were bent behind her, calves and thighs bound together like a stubby mermaid tail. Her arms were also bound behind her, forearms stacked around waist height. He crouched down, hauling her up from where she rested on her belly to push her over onto her side.
Rough hands smoothed her sweat soaked hair away from her forehead, revealing frenzied eyes and a drenched, torn cloth between her tightly clenched teeth. He took another photo of her terrified face, close up, before standing back up. "I guess they won't see this one anytime soon." He shrugged. And then he left her there.
So the posts stayed the same for a few weeks, and nobody was remotely suspicious. He'd even log in some days, like comments, send playful replies. All while she squirmed at his feet. She was still so restless, even weeks into her captivity. Always wiggling away from his touch, thrashing against her restraints.
He had taken to giving her something good to squirm about, vibrators, clamps, suction cups and all sorts of contraptions strapped to her body as she laid with acupuncture mats between her and the floor. Sometimes he would press his feet into her from the couch where he sat, giving her no space to budge, not even the faintest room to flinch away from the points or the stimulation. But mostly, he just ignored her.
The first change was that her face started appearing, more and more often. Photos just like the ones she usually posted, simply uncropped. Of course the audience cheered, praised, and generally carried on. But nobody questioned the change of heart, the sudden surrendering of identity she had previously withheld.
Then he started to sprinkle in the new photos, too. Beautiful scenes of cruel suffering that crossed the line from her fantasies over to reality, escalating further and further as the days passed. Her prone body, intricately tied, face-down in a plush bed, her body painted with bruises in all stages of healing. New and old marks telling a quiet, wordless story of other recent suffering.
Her, curled fetal on a dingy, stained mattress, chained to the radiator next to her.
Her, gasping for air as her head was wrenched back from the tub by her hair, tendrils and arcing droplets creating a darkly haunting corona around her shock-wrought face.
About the time he started posting videos, the audience started to wonder, sure. But this had been what she wanted, right? She had told them as much, written elaborate and detailed fantasies for us all to read. And the videos came accompanied with such warm words. "Unreal to finally experience this" and "a lifelong dream realized." Sure, she looked like she was really, really suffering here, but. She had always been a good storyteller, and a talented actor, from what we could all see.
And as long as we're still getting to watch her, who are we to complain, really?
It's nuts how common it is to not allow children to be angry, even (especially) in households where adults are angry all the time. As a child I knew my own anger was unacceptable--not just expressing it outwardly but feeling it at all. So now as an adult my immediate reaction to my own anger is often to feel guilt instead of like. Noticing when someone is being rude or unfair or my boundaries are being violated or whatever. fucked up.
She strained against the ropes cutting into her naked flesh. The hours since she was ambushed at her front door and then dragged up to her attic were an eternity.
The slow passage of time her wasn’t helped by the mammoth gag of dirty panties crammed into her mouth and sealed tightly with the tape. Her eyes were pleading with the hooded captor who seemed to delight in the sadistic bondage dished out.
Her torment was augmented by the wide, stretchy microfoam tape now swaddling her head and under her chin, fusing her mouth and jaw firmly together. Well, as much as her gag would permit.
Blinded and silenced, her breathing was shallow as she heard the heavy footsteps of her attacker descending the stairs to the house…..she cocked her head to the side, frantically trying to listen to the distant voices now audible outside the property.
Escape was useless, the ropes were so tight and her head was swimming due to the significant muzzle and vice like tape around her head. The footsteps got closer and now she could fully make out the voice of her estranged husband discussing the next steps of her captivity with the intruder.
How wicked and thrilling: to be in such an open space outdoors, nude and placed in bondage, unable to see or speak or move, just feeling the wind outside and the grass under her. Even in a private garden or backyard, it’s still so thrilling.
girl who boasts about needing to be raped and how she can take it but the second you grab her wrist in public to drag her to the bathroom her eyes are so wide with fear and shock and horror... ordering her on her knees while you unzip your pants and shes literally shaking? like she's trembling? and she;s flinching with every word spit at her.. she starts going on about how she didnt know this would happen are you SURE you wanna do it with her?? before she can say any more dumb shit you've shoved your cock inher mouth and youre fucking her throat like it was the last thing on earth youre slamming her head againstthe tile wall youre grunting at her and telling her to take it and shes fuckign limp and drooling... unable to fight back shes in so much shock she doesnt know what to do...
Thats right. Dont let your mouth write checks you cant cash. Or something.
my pussy is sore.
...*sighs* ok. Maybe i got carried away.
...
...did you at least like it?
(Embarassed looking away) uh.
...
😳 holy SHIT.
Lets just not tell anyone ok.
Oh no believe me i. Wont. Like im not gonna say its *YOU* but like. Uhm. Wow.
*heavy exale* i am... gonna need a while to process that.
And we're in a bathroom. With you leaking my cum.
Hmph.
Fuck.
Yeah...
...
Ok now im curious how the fuck didnt you like. Actually feel pain when i was fuckslamming you against the tiles.
You put my arms behind my head without thinking. Also i have a high pain tolerance.
Huh.
...kinda neat i guess?
You have no idea how many times i cut or bruised myself without noticing.
PFFFFT- wait REALLY?
Yup. Sometimes im just gonna be like "hey why are my hands all bloody" and then ill realize i like... cut myself on some paper or when cooking. Or maybe im gonna see a bruise somewhere and realize that i hit something.
Guess the masochism came later...
Hey nothing wring with being a freak you know?
*contented sigh*
So, wanna go back at my place so you can actually be my cockslut like you said when i was. Yk. Relentlessly pummeling your cunt?
...eh?
Hey you kept sayingnyou could go at it for hours. I just wanna see if you can handle it~
Family of a father, a daughter, and three sons. No mother anymore so the fathers getting pent up and so are the brothers. Daughter knows if she doesn't do something soon she's going to be fucked by her whole family.
Daughter begins luring in her friends for her family, watching from the corner as they tear her friends clothes off and take them in the living room. Keeping them for days before letting them limp home. Cum covered, naked, and pregnant.
Daughter who's run out of friends who trust her and starts bringing in cousins and strangers whenever she can.
She knows that it's coming eventually as she slowly realises that she can't get enough people in for their hungers.
When that time comes she spends weeks tied up in the living room being fucked whenever they feel like it. Finally released when she's showing, pregnant women are better lures after all. Daughter now stuck in an endless loop of fucking and luring, though now that the lines crossed her family don't mind fucking a few loads into her whenever.
Daughter who realises that the only reason she's still luring is that she loves the smile on her family's faces when they get someone new to fuck. She's still the family's favourite cumslut.
I wanna be a slave. Obviously for sex but also just a general slave for someone. Make me do everything for you and give me little to nothing in return.
I wanna be pissed on. On my face. On my clothes. With my face in the toilet.
I want to be in a mentally, physically, and sexually abusive relationship. Take all of your anger out on me. Hit me.
I want to be dragged around by my hair.
I want to be bullied and humiliated in public.
I want you to invite your friends over and let then treat me like trash and have me be freeuse for all of you.
I want to be forced to piss myself.
I want to be compared to other women.
I want all of my insecurities laughed at. Not just the physical ones.
I want to be groped and raped by strangers.
I want to be raped while they make me relive my trauma.
I want you to invite hotter women out with our friends and you spend all of your time flirting with her.
I want to be spit on.
I want to be slapped. Hard.
I want to be plugged.
I want to be sold.
I want to be completely controlled by someone.
I want to be completely terrified of you and also in love with you.
maybe we crave all this abusive shit cause then no one can do worse. well they could kill us but then our issues are over. could be disabled but that's just extra pain and complications still not as bad mostly.
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