Times Up. The room is dim. Expensive furniture reduced to shapes in the darkness. The only sound besides your own breathing is a quiet hum from a digital timer mounted on the opposite wall. Red numerals glow in the gloom: 00:59:57.
Just under one hour.
"You're awake." The voice comes from somewhere near the door. You crane your neck, wrists already testing the leather restraints, and watch him step into the faint light. You don't know his face. But you recognize the way his eyes move over your body. Roaming. An inventory assessment.
He's carrying things. Metal glints.
"The rules are simple," he says, approaching the bed. His footsteps are unhurried. "When the timer hits zero, I undo the restraints. The door opens. You leave." He pauses at the edge of the mattress, looking down at you. "One small addition."
Cold metal touches your nipple. You gasp as he fastens the clamp, the bite sharp and immediate, radiating heat straight down to your core. The second clamp follows. You arch involuntarily, straining against the leather.
He produces a vibrator. Sleek. Expensive looking. You watch him lower it between your legs, watch the silicone part your folds and settle against your clit. He turns it on.
"Every time you cum, an hour gets added to the clock."
You look at the timer. You look at yourself. Spread open, clamped, vibrating.
One hour. You can do one hour. You just have to not cum.
He steps back. Settles into a chair at the side of the bed and watches.
You try to focus on the numbers. Try to think about other things. Work emails. Grocery lists. The pattern of shadows on the ceiling.
But the clamps send sharp little signals with every breath. The vibrator hums against flesh that's growing wetter by the minute. You clench your jaw. Breathe through your nose. Don't cum. Don't cum.
He hasn't moved. He's just watching.
Your hips twitch. You didn't tell them to. The pressure is building low in your belly, a warmth that spreads and tightens simultaneously. You're wet enough now that the vibrator glides, hits new angles.
You bite your lip until you taste blood.
The numbers blur. 00:47:23. You've been holding on for twelve minutes. It feels like hours. Your thighs are trembling. Your breath comes in sharp little gasps you can't control.
He knows. You can see it in his stillness. The way he's leaned forward slightly. Waiting.
"No," you whisper. To yourself. To your body. To the orgasm building like a wave you can't outswim.
It hits you anyway. Your back arches off the bed, a sound tears out of your throat that you don't recognize, and you're cumming so hard your vision goes white at the edges. It rolls through you in pulses, each one a betrayal, each one exquisite.
When you can see again, you look at the clock.
01:46:12
"Impressive effort," he says. He's standing now, holding a remote. "Let's try a different setting."
The vibration changes. Pulsing now. It mimics something. A heartbeat. A thrust. Your overstimulated clit throbs in response, too sensitive, too raw, and somehow already building again.
"No... please.." you gasp out, the words weak.
"Please what?" He moves closer. His fingers trail along your inner thigh, impossibly light. "Please make you cum again?" He dips a finger into the wetness pooling between your legs, holds it up so you can see. "You're dripping. Your body knows what it wants."
You shake your head. But your hips are rocking against the vibrator, tiny movements you can't seem to stop.
This time when you cum, you're crying. Tears streaming down your temples into your hair. The clock resets: 02:38:47.
He fucks you for the first time somewhere around hour four.
Slow, at first. Long strokes that let you feel every inch, that build friction to an unbearable degree while the vibrator keeps humming against your clit. You cum on his cock within minutes. The clock adds another hour. He doesn't stop. Doesn't even pause.
He switches to something harder. Brutal. Each thrust punches the air out of your lungs, drives you up the bed until the restraints catch. You cum again. You can't help it. Your body has stopped consulting you. It just responds. Takes. Shatters.
He introduces other things. Hot wax pooling in the hollow of your throat, dripping down between your breasts. Ice traced along your inner thighs until you're shivering and burning at once. His mouth on your cunt, tongue flicking precisely where the vibrator has made you most sensitive, most ruined.
He talks through it the whole way. That's probably the worst part. "You get wetter when you're scared." "That's three in a row. You're getting efficient." "We have so much time now."
The clock climbs. Six hours. Eight. Twelve. You stop being able to track it. The numbers lose meaning. Everything loses meaning except the next wave, the next peak, the next hour added to your sentence.
Somewhere in the blur, you realize you've stopped wanting it to end.
The thought surfaces between orgasms, when you're floating in that shattered space where language doesn't quite work. You should want to escape. You remember wanting that, vaguely, like a dream you had as a child. But the wanting has curdled into something else.
He slows down. You're not sure when. The frantic edge bleeds away, replaced by something almost gentle. The vibrator stops. He removes the clamps. Your nipples throb with the renewed blood flow, a pain that registers as pleasure now. Everything registers as pleasure now.
You blink at the clock. 00:06:43.
Six minutes. After everything. How?
He's undoing the restraints. Your wrists fall free. Your ankles. You can move. You can leave.
The thought sends ice through your veins.
Leave? Leave this room? Leave him? Go back to a world where no one touches you like this, where you're responsible for your own orgasms, where pleasure is something you have to chase instead of something that hunts you down and devours you?
The silence of outside presses against the walls. Empty. Ordinary. Unbearable.
He steps back. Gestures toward the door. "It's almost time."
Your hand moves own between your legs, finding your clit, swollen and slick and excruciatingly sensitive. You rub with clumsy desperation, chasing the build.
"Don't," you hear yourself say. Begging. Sobbing. "Don't make me leave. Please. I need to cum. I need more time."
He goes still. Watching you fuck yourself on his bed, desperate to add another hour to your captivity. The pressure is building fast, your ruined body trained now, eager.
"Let me stay. I'll be good. I'll cum as many times as you want. Just don't make me go."
Four minutes on the clock.
Your fingers work faster. You're so close. So close to another hour in this room, in this darkness, in this endless cycle of being broken and put back together wrong.
Wanna be an anal only slut for my big brother sooo bad. I’m so naïve and I wanna impress him by being a big girl, so when he tells me he can show me how to feel really really good, I say yes. He shows me how to smoke weed and gets me really high, then he brings me to his room. He puts me on my knees on his bed and pulls down my little shorts. I’m feeling so fuzzy and comfortable with my ass up in the air in my big brother’s bed that I don’t even notice him pulling my panties aside and spreading my ass. I just suddenly feel something warm and wet licking and playing with my butthole. I’ve never masturbated and I didn’t even know my butt could feel good. But after I struggle for a second I start moaning really loud and fucking my ass onto my big brother’s tongue. He laughs at me a little.
“Yeah? You like that sis?”
“It- why does it feel good big brother?”
He spreads my ass open again and spits on it before rubbing my little hole with his thumb.
“Because this is your most special hole baby. We can play with it together whenever you want, ok? But this hole is only for big brother.”
“Yes big brother, yes big brother!” I’m not used to feeling like this at all and his thumb feels so nice on my butthole.
“You want more baby sis?”
“Yes please- oh my god!” He pushes his thumb in my ass and I reach back to spread it for him so he can get it deeper. He makes me moan so so loud while he stretches me on his fingers. Eventually I’m gaping every time he pulls them out.
“Ok little sis. This is the best part. Are you ready?”
My virgin asshole is winking around nothing and I need my brother to fill it up again. “Mm-hm,” I say, too high to form words.
He uses the wetness from my pussy and his spit for lube and slaps the head of his giant cock against his little sister’s gape. He spreads my butt and pushes in.
I whine so loud feeling him stretching me and taking my virginity. He fucks into me a little more again and again until my asshole is around the very base of his big cock. I can feel it throbbing inside me and I keep clenching on it, unknowingly massaging my big brother’s cock.
“Good girl, sis, fuck. Knew you’d be the perfect anal slut.”
He starts fucking into my hole and the noises it makes are so sloppy and embarrassing. My ass is molding itself to my brother’s cock. He keeps my butt spread so he can really see my hole take it.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck..” I don’t even know what my big brother is doing to me but it’s my new favorite thing. My ass is so full of his cock and the feeling of it sliding in and out is making me so loud that anyone outside can definitely hear from the open window.
He starts pulling his cock out all the way to see my gape and then pushing it back in. Big brother notices how much I love gaping and makes me do it over and over until his huge cock floods my ass with sooo much cum.
so. I was thinking about a laboratory with scientists studying tentacle monsters/aliens. They have them caged to study them.
And now they're searching for female volunteers. They prepare a seat with a hole. The females are strapped down to the seat so they can't stand up again and disturb the tests. They have to wear ballgags so the scientists won't be distracted by their screams and/or moans.
The tentacle monster now has total access to both holes while the scientists can study how it will react to the human pussy and asshole.
What do you think?
And I mean if one or two of the scientists take advantage of the situation, who will say anything? They have to test the fuckholes of their test subjects to make sure they're fully functioning... right? Just sayin'.
I think I should have paid more attention in science classes. That sounds really hot, are you going to write more about it for us?
I saw an ad. Some Space Agency is searching for volunteers for their Extraterrestrial Research Team. Test subjects have to sign a form and it pays really, really well.
That's why I'm here. I need the money for my studies. I already signed the form and now I'm in a fancy waiting area. They told me to drink some of the offered water because tests could last several hours and they want me to be hydrated and well.
A man in a lab coat comes to collect me. He has a notepad in one hand an gestures for me to follow him. "We're very glad you decided to join the other volunteers. Our research will be so very important for future generations. Your contribution is invaluable."
I must say, I'm flattered. "So, what exactly are you researching?"
He smirks. "You realize that you pledged secrecy, right? What I'll tell you can't be disclosed to the public as of yet."
"Yes, sir", I say, even though I barely glanced at the papers they gave me. Secrecy? I can do that.
"We already found alien species", he says and I gasp. "Yes, it's quite exciting. We're studying their behaviors, their mannerisms and their life-cycle. It's much shorter than a human life cycle."
I nod. Wow, this is - awesome. I get to see aliens? "That is really interesting", I say instead.
He nods and shows me to a room. "Please enter and strip before you walk into the test area. Nudity is mandatory once you are in the test area, it's really important."
What a strange rule, but, hey. "I got it."
He smiles. "You will enter the test area and sit down on the seat. I will come and strap you to it. This is for your own safety, please do not be concerned about that."
Stapping me to a seat naked? This is starting to concern me.
"You will be perfectly safe for the duration of the test, I promise", says the scientist. "We have to make sure every test is perfomed under the same conditions. That's why all test subjects are naked and stapped to the seat."
"Ok." I enter the changing room and stip. Only when I'm completely naked I go through the second door labeled "Test Area". It's an empty room with a single seat in the middle. One-way mirrors are on two sides of it, so that I can see myself as I sit down. The scientist comes through a door I didn't notice before. It must be somewhere behind me.
"Alright?", he asks and I confirm. He straps me to the seat with precision. This eases my worries. He's done this several times already. This is a perfectly safe test. "I will be behind the glass, monitoring your responses", he says and leaves me. The door clicks shut and the lights dim a little bit.
The room is cold and my nipples are getting hard. A screen above the one-way mirror says Phase 1. The seat underneath me shifts and with a gasp I realize that there's a hole in it, right under my ass and pussy. I sink into it a little bit, exposing my holes further to whatever it is down there. I can't see what's through the hole, it's very dark. I can feel the air on my pussy. It's warmer down there and the contrast makes my nipples harden further. Do they have cameras on me? He said that he's going to be monitoring my responses. My responses to what, exactly?
The screen reads Phase 2.
I squeak when I feel something touch my pussy. It's slimy, warm and with a start I realize what's about to happen. They're researching life-cycles. There is an alien underneath me with access to my pussy and ass. I struggle, but the straps hold me to the seat.
I close my eyes and moan when the slimy appendage strokes back and forth through my slit, lubing it up with whatever it's covered in. It slides through my crack, probing at my anus, too.
A smaller tentacle - that's what these must be - is pushing into my ass. I try to clench it, but it's no use. It slides in anyways, hot and wet. It's making wet sounds as it slides in and out of my ass, stretching my asshole when it pushes in deep.
The other tentacle is still stroking through my slit, but I feel a third one bypassing the hole. It's dark, not really black, not really purple. It wraps around my left tit, squeezing it, pulling at the nipple. I can see myself through the one-way mirror, eyes half shut, tentacle around my tit and my erect nipples straining in the cold air. I can't see what's happening between my legs - but oh, I can feel it.
It's making me moan and now something probes my pussy. It's way bigger than the tentacle in my ass, sliding in slowly, inch by inch as the tentacle in my ass slides deeper, too. This creature is completely stuffing me. The tentacle in my ass curls and plugs me up now as the one in my pussy slides in and out of me agonizingly slow. The third is still squeezing my tit, a fourth comes up to invade my mouth. It tasts sweet as it slowly starts fucking my mouth.
I've got tentacles in all my holes now, I'm so stuffed I can only mewl once the tentacle in my pussy starts to fuck me harder, faster. Another starts rubbing my clit and I'm helpless to the sensations. The delicious fullness, the pulsing heat in my ass, the slow-fucking of my mouth and when I come, the screen reads Phase 3.
I close my eyes. I know what Phase 3 is. The amout of cum that floods my pussy, ass and mouth is unbelievable. The tentacles still fuck me, pushing me into another orgasm, shooting more cum into my holes.
The screen reads Pause, 10:00 minutes and the tentacles withdraw. I feel empty without them, cum drips down my chin onto my breasts and from my ass and pussy into the hole beneath me.
The scientist has said that tests could last several hours. I know I have a break now, but the tentacles will come and stuff me again in 09:22 minutes. The clock is counting down.
Finally, the screen reads: End Test Phases. I'm not sure if I should be relieved, disappointed or embarassed.
The scientists behind the one way mirrors saw everything. They saw every orgasm I had, every load of cum I took. I'm sure there's footage of it.
I'm still strapped to the seat, but the hole underneath me is closed. The scientist from before enters the test area. I can see the bulge in his pants. He just saw me getting fucked for hours, of course his cock must be rock hard by now.
"Well, aren't you just the perfect slut?", he asks.
I can only gasp, "what?" Wasn't this man supposed to be a professional?
"You came so many times on that alien's tentacles, moaning with that dirty mouth of yours, that two of my coworkers had to go and fuck their secretaries senseless because they've gotten so hard. And you know what? I had to stay to make sure the test was a success."
I am acutely aware of the cum tickling out of me. My nipples are still hard, cum is spread on my tits. He's leaning down to me and makes no move to loosen the straps that hold me to the chair.
"So, I think it's only fair if you make it up to me", he says.
"What?", I ask again, dumbly. He grabs my left breast, squeezing it before he tweaks the nipple and tugs at it. I moan, just like I did when the alien played with my tits. With his other hand, he pulls his hard dick out of his pants.
"You like having your tits played with, huh?", he asks while he strokes his cock. "Suck it", he commands.
I shake my head, no, this isn't professional, but he forces his dick between my lips, thrusting it in. My body seems to be conditioned to just take it like I took the tentacles down my throat and I start sucking him off like the good little slut I am.
...what?
When he pulls his dick out of my mouth I notice that he loosened the straps. He sits down himself and manhandles me onto his lap, back-to-chest. I can feel the tip of his dick at my pussy. I try to get off, but he's too strong. He pulls me down onto it and makes sure I can feel every inch of him, hot and pulsing.
"Good slut", he praises and grabs my neck, holding me down. "Now ride me."
And I do. I swirl my hips and start moving up and down and I feel him thrusting up into me. Cum is still leaking from both of my holes. I know he'll add his own load.
I moan when he tugs at my nipple, his thrusts are coming harder and faster. I mewl when he grabs my tit roghly.
His thrusts only get harder, punishing as he stands up, turns us and bends me over the seat. He's downright drilling my hole and that's when I cum again, my pussy clenching around his cock and he fucks his load into me. His cum mixing with the alien cum that's already inside of me.
I'm almost too exhausted to notice that he cuffs my hands behind my back.
"What are you doing?", I ask, confused. Aren't the tests done now?
"Well, you seem to be the perfect test subject. We'll keep you, there are more aliens here. We want to know all about their mating behaviors and you, little slut, are taking dick like a pro."
He tugs me to the door with him, cum from different species runs down my legs. I wonder how long I'll be here, how many more tests I'll have to perform in, how many cocks they're going to make me take.
He didn't give my clothes back and he's parading me around the facility naked with cum leaking from my holes, flushed skin, hard nipples on display for every scientist that we encounter on our way to what I presume is another test chamber.
I love thinking about being a public whore. I need to be forced to cum on a big cock in front of everyone in a public place. It would be so embarrassing seeing the looks on people’s faces, the different reactions. Some people would walk right past like nothing was happening, some would stand and watch, some would join in, my favorite ones would film and mock me.
I love to dress up in slutty outfits, so I could easily be at the grocery store in a cute short skirt and a crop top with a big plug in and be roughly bent over a display out of nowhere. I fight back at first but he's way too strong for me. He lifts my skirt to see my thong. You can’t miss my plug, it’s too big. “Fucking slut. I knew it. You’re gonna take my cock in your ass like a good whore, ok?” He doesn’t wait for me to respond, he just pulls my panties to the side and pops my big plug out. I gasp and he spreads my ass to spit in my hole.
People around are starting to notice. I’m bent over on a display with my skirt up and the man behind me takes his cock out and rubs it on my asshole. I’m making eye contact with people as they realize what’s happening and mine go wide as a giant cock fills my ass. “Ohh fuuuck!” I already love it. I was born to take cock in my ass. The strangers cock is stretching me within eyesight of maybe 15 people with more gathering. He pulls my hair and chokes me, forcing me keep looking at the people stopping to stare. “You like a big cock in your butt?” He says, humiliating me even more. I just moan, I can’t do anything else, and he keeps going. “Yeah? You wanted this, babygirl, you wanted to be fucked in your ass in front of all these people. You’re such a fucking slut, aren’t you? Say it.” I keep moaning in shock, but he slaps my ass until I respond. “I’m a fucking slut!” I’m so cockdrunk, so fucked out on a stranger’s giant cock in the middle of the grocery store. “Fuuuck,” I can’t help it. “Milking your cockk,” I moan as my eyes roll back and he’s laughing at me. “True fucking slut. That’s all you are. Raping yourself in the ass. Everyone here knows you’re just a hole. Fuuuck. You’re just a butthole to me.” He slaps my clit and I cum around his cock. He's still choking me and I tighten even more when he tightens his grip. "Yeahhh, babygirl. Cum on daddy's dick, ohh fuck." As soon as I feel his cum start pumping deep into me, I cum again so hard that I'm thrashing against the grocery store display. "Take that cum, baby slut. Good fucking girl." I'm still twitching from my orgasm, my body goes limp while I feel him gape my ass and spread it for the crowd. Maybe we'll both get arrested since I came so hard on your rapecock that the witnesses say it must've been consensual. Maybe the cops will have you recreate what you did to me when we get to the station before taking turns fucking me with their cocks and their fists and their batons.
One of my favorite fantasies that I have gone back to again and again over the years is failing an important test and the teacher decides to punish me by whoring me out to the entire class. She forces me onto the desk and strips me and spreads open my legs and shows off my wet cunt.
The entire class watches, a few shouting out obscenities and calling me a slut. The teacher calls a name and one of the students steps forward and they're told to put me in my place and use me. They fuck me hard and brutally. And one after another, the entire class waits their turn for their chance to fuck me. Some people get impatient and put my other holes to use or even forces their cock in same hole.
By the end of it, I've had so many cocks and fingers inside of me and I've licked so many cunts and sucked so many dicks that I'm just covered in the entire class' cum and arousal.
Another thought recently ~ Free use societies have designated bimbos and sluts across the entire town. The idea being that men have access to a hole 24/7. Anytime they feel the need to have something clench around their stiff cock or need to drain their balls they will always have the opportunity. I would genuinely move across the country to live in a place like this. It’s own little community with completely normalised, and disgustingly perverted everyday activities <3
There are office sluts, spaced around the work environment evenly, kept in a cage until they are needed to keep them out of the way. In restaurants you will find several sluts sat under the tables or sat on the bar waiting to be beckoned over. And every server is a barely clothed bimbo, for touching and looking imbetween your courses. You’ll even find a toilet slut in the bathrooms at every establishment, ready to willingly accept your piss with an open mouth.
There is a minimum amount needed in every area of life; one slut per each mode of transport; one in every bus, one in each train carriage, even one sat in the back of a taxi. At any part in the day, you can abuse a set of willing holes or demand to be serviced while doing a task. With some of these sluts being more obliging than others, but that's okay, it's their job! So just grab a handful of hair and give them some convincing by pushing them down onto your cock, with your balls nestled against their chin.
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