Second person perspective story of coming across an unfamiliar life form.
CW: Tentacles, dubcon/noncon, reader has a cunt, aphrodisiacs/intox, kidnapping
You didnāt mean to venture this far off base. You didnāt know this planet that well. You were just trying to get a lay of the land. Something tripped you, and you fell deeper into the cavern you were exploring.
You would have hit your head pretty hard but something caught you. And now you were dangling. Something had grabbed your ankles. Something strongā¦and wet. You saw more appendages on the ground. They formed a circle, almost like a bed. How odd.
Then you were lowered into it. You tried to get up, but the tentacles swarmed your body. Stripping away your clothing.
āLet me go. Please. I just want to get back to camp.ā You pleased as you struggled against their hold. You had no idea if anything could hear you, much less understand you.
There was a tentacle wrapping up each of your arms. The same for your legs. Then one reached across your chest and pulled you so you were laying down. You wiggled as much as you could but then another appendage wrapped around your hips.
āPlease, please.ā You closed your eyes. Fighting back tears. āPlease donāt hurt me.ā You felt pathetically helpless.
One of the tentacles started to stroke your cheek. Another seemed to be petting your head. You screwed your eyes shut. Youād given up on fighting and just braced yourself for the worst.
And then it just kept petting you. Your breathing steadied. You peaked your eyes open again. You were still held down. With a few more tentacles starting to feel up your inner thighs.
Two suckered ones came to your chest.
āHey, uh I donāt know if you know what youāre doing but mmph.ā You were cut off by a tentacle wrapping around your mouth.
It wrapped completely around your head. You couldnāt do anything. You tried to bite it but it didnāt react.
The tentacles at your thigh began to feel against your cunt.
āMmmph!ā You tried to protest.
Something started filling your mouth. Somethingā¦sweet? Sweet. It was sweet.
You started to relax. The mass started petting your head again, it feltā¦soothing, encouraging.
The tentacle against your face slid back and brought the tip to your mouth and pushed in. Your response time was much slower now, you couldnāt have stopped it. A growing part of you didnāt want to anyway. The more you sucked at the tentacle, the fuzzier you felt.
You started to feel like maybe this wasnāt so bad. It was actually quite warm. And oddly cozy. You were being held all over. And it was petting you so nicely.
Your eyes had just fluttered shut when you felt a tip prod into your hole, which had gotten quite wet during all of this.
It stroked your body gently, all over. A smaller tentacle went to your clit, rubbing it at just the right rhythm. Soon your cunt was being stretched by that big thick tentacle that had prodded into you.
You moaned around the tentacle in your mouth as the one in your cunt curled up inside of you.
The two tentacles on your chest started sucking your nipples.
Another small tentacle started prodding at your other hole and your eyes widened.
What you wanted to say was āI donāt know if I can take it?ā
But what came out was more muffled whimpering.
The creature stroked your head and sent another rush of sweetness down your throat. You were nice and fuzzy and pliable to it. It could take whatever it wanted from you now.
You were so goddamn full. Youād never been this full before. So many sensations were happening all over your body, and it wasnāt relenting. If anything it was only getting more intense.
When the tentacle pulled out of your front, the one in the back would go in and vice versa. The one in your mouth was testing how far you could take it down your throat.
Not to mention all the ways you were being rubbed and sucked all over your body.
It was insane. It was bliss. It was torture. It was heaven. Your first orgasm reverberated through you. Your moans seemed to shake through the tentacle in your mouth. You were totally limp for your second. And your third. You were on the brink of passing out by your fourth. You passed out during your fifth.
It kept you full for awhile while you were unconscious. Just enjoying the warm body in its grasp. It woke you up as it finally pulled out of your holes.
It wrapped your arms to your sides and your legs were wrapped together. It supported your head like a pillow and continued to pet you. You had no idea how long you had been down here. How much longer it would keep you. But you were too tired to do anything. You fell asleep in its embrace.
The next time you woke up you were in a real bed. Someone was in a chair, clearly waiting for when you would awake. They were a local of the planet. They were incredibly tall, with purple skin, but otherwise fairly humanoid features.
āI see you ran into my pet.ā
āYour pet?ā
āOh yes, you two are veryā¦familiar I assure you.ā
Your eyes widened in realization. Your companion chuckled.
āYes, yes, it needs a certain amount ofā¦enrichment. So I use it to stop nosy little explorers like you.ā
āWhat are you going to do with me?ā
āNormally I let travelers like you go. But it seemed quite fond of you, so I think Iāll just keep you. No harm will come to you, I promise.ā
āMy team may come looking for me.ā
āThe more the merrier then.ā Your new captor said with a grin.
Taking a freshly fucked, messy, brain-dead little slut and balancing a tiara on her head and looping a "party princess~" sash around her neck for the group picture.
Ugh, I wish I was being held captive by a mad scientist. Maybe he'd be experimenting with some sort of aphrodisiac, looming over me where I'm strapped to the table, one rubber-gloved hand rubbing at my clit while he dispassionately narrates his observations into a recorder over the sounds of my desperate moans. Maybe he'd be testing out his newly-designed machines on me, flexible metal tendrils immobilizing my arms and legs as an artificial cock pumps in and out of my dripping cunt, sophisticated sensors and artificial intelligence analyzing my reactions in order to more effectively force me to cum again and again as he watches. Or maybe he'd just keep me prisoner in his home, restraining me and taking what he wants whenever he needs a little stress relief after a long day in the lab.
Sometimes I think about possessed underwear. Imagine you get a new binder and pair of boxers and you're so excited about them, you heard that they make any body type super masculine looking, like magic. Some people talk about it being a little warm and tingly, but you never really retain heat anyway so you should be fine.
You try them on the next day and you look in the mirror. Your chest is perfectly flat, your hips look a little narrower and your packer is perfectly in place. That warm tingly feeling is there like people said, but easy to ignore. You're going to meet a friend at a nearby cafe, so you decide to take the bus there.
The walk there is uneventful, but when you sit down in the back of the bus that tingling gets worse. It feels like something is touching your tdick, just a ghost of it. At first you just shift your weight and it doesn't bother you. Then you feel something licking into your cunt, teasing each part of you as your face goes bright red. You cough to cover up a moan as the slick tongue sinks into you, deeper than any human tongue can go. It hits each spot that sends sparks up your spine as something starts teasing your nipples, sucking and tugging on them.
You can almost hear the slick noises of your cunt and the lips against the skin of your chest. You cross your legs and swallow down each moan, but you can feel eyes glancing over at you as you shift in your seat, silently begging for your stop to come faster. You feel the heat building as the tongue in your cunt is replaced with something bigger. It sinks into your dripping cunt mercilessly, making your eyes roll back. You can't help the sigh that escapes you.
Your stop comes just as you're about to cum by just cockwarming this thing, pulling you from your pleasure as you force yourself out of the bus. That's when it begins to move, as you try to walk away from the bus stop. You walk on wobbly legs towards the cafe, panting and whimpering the whole way. It still doesn't let you cum, stopping as you clench down tighter.
When you get there, you sit at a table waiting for your friend as your chest is fondled and you're fucked like a toy. You order a coffee and use it to cover up your whines and red face. It seems like eventually the undergarments have mercy on you just before your friend comes in. They are pressing every button, leaving you a dripping mess as you cum in your jeans. They don't stop, just turn down the intensity, keeping you shivering with pleasure. As you come down from the high, you make your decision. You are definitely keeping these.
STRONG OLDER MEN. I want to see a man, so rough and tough in the streets actually be a big sweetheart and SO nervous in bed. All flustered and whiney, rutting against your thigh like a one dollar whore. I need to see them overstimulated and crying from pleasure while you suck them off or eat them out. I want to see them be so scared about hurting you while they fuck you oh so gently, SO horny, but so afraid of hurting you. I wanna see one cry and whimper into your neck while they ride you soo well like a good boy <3 you let them cum as much as they want because they're being soo good for you (and they NEED that privilege cause they are soo sensitive and will cum so much) and they eat ALL of your praise up
i canāt stop thinking about if there was like. an actual aphrodisiac that made you so horny it hurts. so horny that just a little brush, a little skin to skin contact, maybe just a touch of the hand is enough to make you cum.
like. imagine fucking a puppyboy while heās so sensitive from aphrodisiacs he canāt breathe. heās squirming in place because every sensation goes straight to his cock. imagine making him cum over and over again until he canāt move, and heās crying and begging you both to stop and to keep going because hes so exhausted but heās still so fucking horny and youāre tired too but its just so good and i uhm ieuuehm what was i saying
can we talk about how hot and incredible fuck machines are??? like you're telling me you can just tie me up all pretty and line up the machine to fuck either hole you fancy, or both at the same time, and just turn it on and?? so many possibilities! you can turn it on high and watch me come apart embarrassingly fast, screaming my pleasure out (unless of course you've gagged me) and you can just sit back and enjoy waiting for me to get overstimulated so bad I cry and instead beg you to turn it off, except you don't, because it's just such a nice show I'm putting on for you. or you can turn it on a painfully slow setting and edge me for hours and hours, and I can't do anything because I'm tied up, aren't I? and no need to worry about stamina or anything because it's a machine, you can leave me on it for hours on end.
not to even mention the endless possibilities for dildos you can put on the machine, too. massive ones that barely fit. doubled ones to fuck both my holes simultaneously. long ones to pound right up against my cervix or deep into my guts. see-through ones so you get a perfect view of how my holes take it. monster-looking ones just because you can, and there are so many designs and some of them are a little fucked up like how would I even take it?
I just. fuck. why is no one talking about this. if proof of how great these things are is needed I volunteer as a test subject
Note: The clit box/pussy portal concept is one Iāve seen floating around the internet since forever and I think itās sooooo hot so hereās my take on it teehee
Heād finally done it.
His fingers trailed over the box's cool, seamless edges. A marvel of engineering, deceptively simple in its sleek titanium casing. No one would guess what lived inside. Who lived inside.
Because there, nestled in precision, pulsed a perfect replica of her pussy. Every fold, every nerve ending, every flush of blood beneath soft skin, atomically identical. Synapses wired directly to hers. A closed loop: every stroke, every touch, every cruel pinch he inflicted here would ripple through her body, her real body, with merciless accuracy.
And the inverse? Even sweeter. Every desperate clench of her cunt as she helplessly responded to his touch would answer here, in his hands, twitching like the pathetic, obedient thing it now was.
No consent. No escape. Just ownership, distilled into a box small enough to fit in his palm.
His thumb brushed the damp seam of the replicaās slit, so warm, so alive, and miles away, her breath hitched.
A grin split his face.
Time to play.
ā
Sheās getting ready for bed. Wearing just a big t-shirt and panties, freshly showered and sleepy. He knows because he installed cameras and microphones all throughout her apartment months ago. There isnāt a single thing she can do without him knowing.
He sits in front of his computer, multiple camera angles feeding him live video and audio. He opens the box with careful hands, her pretty pussy nestled within the lining. So cute, untouched, unsuspecting.
His fingers trail idly along the smooth, pliant flesh, and he watches as she flinches, eyes wide, glancing down at herself. He smiles.
And so it begins.
He doesnāt waste any time, his fingers moving to spread her pussy lips before he leans down and pulls her clit into his mouth, tongue moving in quick movements as he alternates between sucking and licking. He watches the way her body shuts down, shock and pleasure flooding her system as she collapses onto her bed.
He doesnāt care to give her any time to recover. Instead, he pulls his mouth away to replace his tongue with his fingers, rubbing her spit-slicked skin in tight, cruel circles, taking in the way her breath comes in fast gasps as she tries to press her legs together, confusion, fear, panic written all over her face.
It doesnāt take long before her clit is a trembling, hypersensitive nub between his fingers, swollen and darkened from relentless attention. He runs the pad of his thumb over it in slow, agonizing circles, feeling the way it pulses under his touch, tiny convulsions of pleading nerves that only make him smirk. On the screen, her legs jerk, her hips rising off the bed as her body betrays her, craving more even as her mind doesnāt undestand.
Sheās a puppet, and he controls every string. He squeezes the delicate bud between his fingertips, rolling it like a toy, listening to the wet, obscene slickness of her cunt in the box mirroring the mess between her thighs on-screen. He can see the wet patch on her panties, the outline of her pretty pussy clear behind the soaked fabric.
Her clit pulses under his fingers, a trembling, engorged little nub, dark as a bruise, so swollen now that it protrudes obscenely from her slick, puffy folds. He squeezes it, watching the thin skin stretch taut, watching it throb in frantic protest.
He traces the swollen bud with his fingertip, circling slow, barely a touch, just to watch it suffer. Itās obscene how responsive she is, the little nub twitching under his attention, glistening with slick. He presses down harder, rubbing in tight little spirals, the flesh trembling beneath his fingers like a caged animal.
He lets his fingers drag lower, spreading the plush folds wide, so wet, dripping for him, even as her fists clench in the sheets. His other hand strokes her clit lazily, coaxing her higher, watching the way her hips twitch with every circling press.
He scrapes a fingernail slowly along the underside of her clit, savoring the way it quivers. Her folds flutter, her hole clenching around nothing, as if begging for something to fill her.
He indulges her, thrusting two fingers deep into the slick imitation of her pussy, relishing how the tight walls convulse.
He leans in, pressing his tongue flat against the throbbing nub in his hands, lapping at it with slow, wet drags. The way it jerks under the heat of his mouth, god, itās beautiful. On-screen, her back arches. A broken moan tangles in her throat.
His fingers move, fucking her in deep, lazy pumps, her inner walls clenching around nothing, trying to hold onto something, anything, to anchor against the pleasure.
She rocks into it, chasing his invisible touch, teetering over the edge.
So he pulls away.
Her entire body jerks in protest because she doesnāt get to cum yet.
His fingertips trace the very edges of her clit, never touching where she needs it most, just ghosting over the hypersensitive nerves until her entire body writhes. She claws at the sheets, her thighs twitching open despite herself, her pussy clenching around nothing, her clit begging for friction.
Then, finally, he gives in, but not the way she wants. He presses the flat of his thumb down on the engorged nub, grinding in slow, mind-numbing circles, watching on the screen as her back arches wildly.
He increases the pressure just a fraction, just enough to keep her teetering. Her cunt is dripping, her clit a dark, throbbing bead under his control, her body no longer hers, just a thing, just a wet little hole responding on command.
When her thighs start to shake, when her voice breaks into a sob, he stops, watching the hope fade from her eyes.
He pulls out a fine-tipped vibrator, pressing it directly against the bundle of nerves, dialing it just under the threshold of orgasm.
A keening noise claws up her throat as the pleasure builds and builds, never cresting, never breaking, just holding her there on the edge, her cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for the release she wonāt get.
He watches her writhe, soaked in sweat and shame, her body no longer her own.
And through it all, her clit pulses in his grasp, a tiny, twitching heart of suffering and ecstasy.
He can see her chest heaving from her panting breaths, so close to what she wants. And so he stops, pulling the vibrator off, watching her helpless pussy twitch and ache.
She lets out a wail, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as desperation gnaws a deep ache inside of her.
He watches the screen, half-amused, half-annoyed, as her fingers hesitantly drift between her thighs. She wants to cum and she thinks she can do it herself.
A mistake.
The moment her fingertips brush her swollen clit, his grip tightens on the replica in his hands, his thumb pressing down just enough to make her freeze.
No, no, sweet thing. Thatās against the rules.
He gives her clit a harsh flick and watches as a scream rips out of her throat. But that isnāt enough to deter her, because moments after, her fingers are back on her clit, rubbing like a filthy, disobedient whore.
He sucks in an annoyed breath and picks up a thin electric rod. Without hesitating, he presses the tip against her clit and shocks her, the zapping sound ripping through the air.
A sharp, stinging jolt shoots through the tiny bundle of nerves in his palm, and oh, the way it jerks. The way she jerks, a strangled cry tearing from her lips as she yanks her hand away, thighs slamming together as if she can protect herself.
But protection isnāt an option anymore. Not from him.
He lets her pant, lets her shake, lets her think it might be over.
And then, with slow, deliberate cruelty, he pinches the clit between two fingers, holding it still before driving the electric rod against it, letting it fire off several zaps in quick succession.
She screams. The clit in his box convulses, the trapped flesh trembling violently.
He smiles.
āYouāll learn,ā he murmurs, flicking the little nub again, hard. She yelps, back arching off the bed.
Her fingers stay far away now, knuckles white as she grips the sheets instead, her body trembling under his unseen control.
Good.
He drags his thumb over the sopping slit in the box, gathering slick before lazily circling the clit again, just enough to tease. Just enough to make her squirm on screen.
She bites her lip, thighs pressing together in futile resistance.
He reaches for the tiny silver clamp and arranged it around her flesh, watching it bite down on her swollen clit, the sensitive tissue protesting with every pulse. Tears well up in her eyes on the screen. She shakes her head, whispering no, no, no, but there is no mercy for her.
He twists the clamp tighter around her tortured clit, delighting as the swollen flesh bulges around the metal teeth, darkening to a lurid purple. Her whole pussy quivers in response, her hole weeping, her inner muscles spasming in confused, helpless pleasure.
He grabs the vibrator again, the toy humming to life against the clamped bud, the frequency so precise it makes her flesh flutter, muscles contracting helplessly. Her back arches off the bed, a broken noise wrenching from her throat as pleasure spikes, sharp, unbearable, inescapable. Her fingers scrabble at the sheets, hips bucking in stuttering little jerks as the toy torments the hypersensitive nerve cluster.
Drool slicks her lower lip as she pants, eyes unfocused. He watches with satisfaction as her cunt pulses around nothing, slickness dripping from her in obscene rivulets. The vibrator buzzes harder, and a broken sob tears from her, sounds of desperation spilling out of her mouth.
He adjusts the clamp a fraction tighter, then twists it just to hear her scream. The vibrator rolls slow, merciless circles, pinning her clit ruthlessly. Every nerve in her body is lit up, pleasure crackling through her in waves that crest but never break. She is no longer a woman, just a thing shaking apart between his fingers, reduced to quivering flesh and involuntary spasms.
Every pulse of the vibrator sends shockwaves through her, stomach clenching, toes curling, breath coming in jagged little gasps. But he keeps it steady, never increasing the intensity, never allowing her the relief of building toward release.
Just edging. Just an endless, torturous plateau, where she can feel the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside her but never tipping over.
"P-Pleaseā" she whimpers, her voice thin and broken, nails digging into her own thighs as if that could ground her.
He tsks, amused. As if she has any right to beg.
With deliberate cruelty, he turns the vibrator up, just one notch.
The effect is immediate. Her stomach muscles quiver violently, her legs splaying wider in helpless invitation, her mouth dropping open in a soundless scream. The clamp keeps her clit swollen and aching, the vibrator sending sharp, concentrated pulses straight into the overstimulated nerve bundle.
And still, she doesnāt cum.
Because he wonāt let her.
Not until he decides sheās suffered enough.
ā
The moment finally comes, her body, strained to its absolute limit, teetering on the razorās edge of orgasm. He can feel it in the way her clit pulses in the box, a desperate, throbbing little heartbeat between his fingers. He has denied her all night, teased her, shocked her, clamped her, ruined her, but now, at last, he will let her break.
He pulls the clamp off cruelly, watching her clit swell as blood comes rushing back, flooding her already raw nerves with new torment. Her clit trembles, swollen so fat it sticks out from between her lips, begging for mercy. He doesnāt give her a chance to recover before he presses the vibrating toy directly onto her swollen clit, cranked to the highest setting.
On screen, her entire body snaps taut, a silent scream stretching her lips wide.
"Thatās it," he murmurs, watching her cunt flutter around nothing, soaking the sheets beneath her. "Cum for me."
And she does.
Hard.
Her back arches violently, her thighs locking around the empty air as her orgasm rips through her. The clit in his hands convulses, pussy spilling slick in thick pulses under his touch. He grins, keeping the vibrator pressed firm, not letting up, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her until it hurts.
She thrashes, her moans turning hoarse, painfully overstimulated, but he doesnāt stop.
He laughs, low and dark.
"You think you're done?" His fingers dig into her folds, spreading them open, exposing her glistening, twitching hole to the unrelenting buzz of the vibrator. "Iām just getting started."
Another orgasm wrenches out of her, messy and uncontrollable, her cunt contracting in helpless spasms as tears streak down her face.
Her legs jerk on the screen, thighs slick with sweat and arousal, heels digging into the mattress as if she could escape the pleasure eating her alive. But she can't. Every pulse of the toy sends electric jolts straight through her clit, her pussy fluttering around empty air, dripping onto the sheets beneath her.
He smirks, circling the vibrating tip harder against the swollen bud, watching the way her stomach muscles clench, another orgasm building whether she wants it or not.
Then, with deliberate cruelty, he pulls out a vibrating dildo and presses it straight into the tight, dripping hole in the box.
Her scream splits the air, her spine bowing off the bed, fingers clawing at nothing as the thick intrusion fills her in the exact spot designed to destroy her. The moment he turns it on, her entire body bucks like a live wire, the deep, rumbling vibrations rocking through her core, pressing mercilessly against the swollen inner wall of her cunt.
The clit vibrator doesnāt stop, buzzing against her abused nub while the deeper toy punishes her g-spot, sending shocks of sensation radiating through her lower belly.
She wails, thighs slamming together in a desperate, futile attempt to stop the pleasure, but itās impossible, her hips twitch in tiny, involuntary thrusts, her cunt clamping down around the thick vibrator like itās trying to milk it.
Her clit jumps under the relentless onslaught, pulsing in time with the brutal vibrations, the dark, swollen flesh quivering violently under his treatment. The dildo shifts inside her, the angle just right to send another bone-deep spasm tearing through her, her back arching so sharply it looks like sheāll snap.
He grinds the vibrator deeper, angling it so the thick, ribbed tip digs ruthlessly into the spongy spot inside her, the pressure unbearable. Every thrum of the toy sends gushes of slick spilling from her hole, her pussy clenching in erratic, overstimulated spasms, not an orgasm, not anymore, just her body breaking from the relentless pleasure.
Her clit is engorged, purpling from the abuse, twitching against the buzzing toy like a dying thing, her entire pussy quivering in time with it.
And still, he doesnāt stop.
He increases the speed, the dildo drilling into her sensitive walls, the clit toy vibrating so fast it blurs, her entire body convulsing like a puppet yanked on its strings.
Another scream rips out of her, her hips jacking up off the bed, her cunt flooding the sheets as the forced pleasure tears another orgasm out of her, violent and uncontrollable. Her muscles lock, her fists slamming into the mattress as she cums, hard, messy, shameless, her hole pulsing around the vibrator, her clit throbbing in his grip like a second heartbeat.
But itās not a release.
Itās torture.
Her eyes roll back, her moans turning to sobs as her body betrays her, cumming again, and again, her overstimulated nerves alight with agony and ecstasy.
She is nothing now.
Just a wet, trembling hole, a toy, a broken thing locked inside a box, bleeding pleasure at his command.
And he laughs, pressing down harder, watching her break.
Owner whining out āgood boyā as his pup fucks him rougher than he needs to. Biting down hard into his shoulder, digging nails into his hips, thrusting hard into him. Every thrust punching out another gasp and groan.
āGood boy, good boy good boy good boy oh fuck!!ā
i love the way a transās boyās cunt swells when heās hard, how his t-dick peeks out from under his hood, pink and slick. i love pressing my thumb against it and feeling him buck into my hand, desperate for more friction. i love the way his hole clenches around nothing when i pull out, how he begs me to fill him back up.
i love licking a transās boyās cunt until heās shaking, how his thighs tighten around my head, his fingers twisted in my hair. i love the taste of him, salty and sweet, the way his slick coats my lips. i love how he moans when i suck his t-dick into my mouth, his whole body arching off the bed.
i love the sound of a transās boyās cunt, all wet and obscene when i fuck him with my fingers. i love the way his hole grips me, the little 'squelch' of my palm hitting his thighs. i love hearing him whimper with every thrust, how his breath catches when i curl my fingers just right.
i love the mess of a transās boyās after iām done with him, his cunt red and swollen, his thighs sticky, his hole gaping and empty. i love the way he looks at me, half-lidded and fucked out, silently asking for more. i love pulling him close and feeling his pulse race against my chest.
cnc rapetoys you need to immediately edge yourself to degrading porn and as soon as you feel it becoming too much, when you're too close to the edge and it's too overwhelming: start begging.
"no please stop, no please don't make me cum, i don't want to, please stop, stop, stop--"
let yourself hyperventilate, make yourself cry as you cum.
Imagine he has you in a spreader bar with wrist and ankle cuffs. Youāre folded in half, legs high up in the air, immobilized, spread in a way that makes your pussy the center of attention. And he gives it so much attention. He rubs your pussy softly, lulling you into a false sense of security from his gentle touches, tracing your folds, parting them to show off your pretty clit. Youāre wet, just for him. And heās so good to you, so gentle, leaning down to kiss your pretty pussy, using his tongue to make little patterns against your sensitive skin, making you arch up against him and moan. Heās being so nice to you, making you feel so good. And then everything changes.
His fingers pinch your clit, hard. You gasp, eyes wide, pain shooting through your body. You jerk helplessly, wanting to move away from the assault. But thereās nowhere to go. He holds you open, spreading your cunt lips to show off that swollen, aching clit. Two hard flicks in a row make you wail and beg him to stop. He doesnāt listen. A skilled touch pulls your clit hood back, revealing more of your tender flesh than should be possible. More real estate for him to work with. You donāt even know where he got the vibrator from, but suddenly itās on you. The highest setting, pressed with the lightest touch against your exposed clit. You donāt even have enough air left in your lungs to scream. The high-powered vibrations lightly meeting your clit is torture, worse than if he were to push the toy hard against your flesh because this is concentrated, specific, targeted. The barest connection point holding all of the sensation. You arenāt even aware that youāre wailing. Desperate, animal noises. Worthless struggles against his weight and hold. Tears streaming down your face. Your cunt dripping onto the bed. Finally, finally, he turns off the vibrator. Pulls it away from you. But heās not done. Because what comes next is so much worse.
A tiny, metal clamp. Angry jagged teeth and an adjustable screw that makes the tension bespoke. Whispered objections leave your lips desperately, but he doesnāt care. His fingers come back to pull back your clit hood, your eyes widening in sheer terror when you realize his intentions. Thereās nothing to buffer against the cruel, cold metal as it crushes your throbbing, swollen clit in between its jaws. The scream that leaves you is earth-shattering. He laughs and gives the clamp a hard flick. It sends shockwaves through your body. Then he attaches a wire to the clamp, connecting it to an electrical box, and ice-cold understanding shoots through your body. Youāre not going to survive this.
He turns the dial on the box, and your clit jumps in response to the current. Itās pain, itās torture, itās pure, unadulterated sensation that drills deep into your nerves and holds you hostage. He turns the dial more. Your body breaks. Itās not an orgasm; itās a forced eruption. A gush of fluid explodes out of you, coupled by the worst sound youāve ever heard. Itās you. Itās inhuman, incomprehensible. It doesnāt stop. The current keeps coming, your body keeps breaking, and finally, your mind does too.
Note: I haven't written anything short in a while and clearly it shows because wtf is this... (I'm kidding, I love this)... And I promise he gives the best aftercare when it's over š«¶
I startle awake and I find myself strapped down, on my knees, with my legs straddling a sybian and my arms tied tightly behind me. There are more ropes wrapped around my knees, keeping my body pressed firmly against the machine. Iām naked and I can feel the ridges of the machine pressed harshly against my bare core, the pressure forcing my clit to bear full contact against the smooth material of the machine.
My eyes dart around the room as I struggle uselessly against my bindings. The room is so dimly lit that I can hardly see a few feet in front of me.
āHelp! Please! Someone help me!ā I scream into the empty space, my voice filled with desperation and fear as the gravity of the situation hits me. Suddenly, as if in response to my plead, lights pierce through the darkness, illuminating everything to full brightness.
I gasp and instinctively squeeze my eyes shut, the sudden light a harsh assault to my senses. When my vision finally adjusts enough for me to look around again, I feel a surge of terror when I see the set up around me.
There are several cameras and microphones laid out surrounding me, clearly set up to get 360 coverage of me. Directly in front of me is a massive screen that show the live camera feeds and I feel a shiver of fear creep down my spine when I see how helpless and vulnerable I look, naked and strapped down. On the bottom half of the screen thereās a blinking red light with the words Livestream Disabled flashing. My stomach clenches when I realize that the live footage of me, tied up and naked like this, could be livestreamed to who knows how many people across the world.
Tears well up in my eyes as panic starts to settle in. I let out a soft sob, wanting nothing more than to curl into myself, away from everything around me. āPlease, donāt do this! Please let me go!ā My voice is choked with tears and fear as my futile struggles against the bindings are coldly captured by the cameras and my begging is met with absolute silence.
All of a sudden, the machine Iām straddling roars to life. I scream as my back instinctively arches to try to reduce some of the sensation with no effect. The ropes around my legs force my entire weight to sink onto the machine, pressing my pussy mercilessly against the now-vibrating sybian. The vibrations are steady and I feel them wash over me as my clit takes the brunt of it all.
I gasp as the sensation starts to build and my mind wrestles with the juxtaposition of fear and pleasure. The rumbling vibration of the machine is drawing out soft moans and whines from me as I feel the sensations mounting. I writhe as much as I can but thereās nothing I can do to slow the onslaught of pleasure that is very quickly overwhelming me. Thereās nothing else in the space around me to distract me from whatās happening to my body, though Iām not sure thereās anything that could distract me right now.
I try my best to shift my weight to take some pressure off my clit but thereās no leverage for me to move my body. I let out a desperate whine as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. My mind is scrambling as Iām trying to rationalize everything that is happening, being strapped to a machine and forcibly brought to an unwanted orgasm. I canāt hold back any longer and I feel my orgasm wash over me, my eyes fluttering shut as I my clit pulses and my pussy clenches. A moan escapes me as I writhe atop the machine, my hips grinding into the vibrations as my release tapers off.
The machine mercifully slows underneath me, the vibrations coming to a halt as I pant, trying to catch my breath and regain my bearings. When I glance up again at the screen, I feel a new wash of terror grip me as I register a few changes.
Thereās a new line of text under where Livestream Disabled is written. It says Countdown to Livestream: 1 of 5. It takes me a moment before I register the meaning of the words: if I cum 5 times, the livestream turns on, showcasing my naked, shaking, cumming body to the entire world. I realize that whoever set up this cruel situation has every intention of forcing me to bend to their will so that I helplessly and reluctantly cum my way into putting on a show, my own body betraying me. I donāt have time to process any further before the sybian turns on again, this time at a much higher frequency.
A cry escapes from my lips and my body lurches as I desperately try to escape the stimulation. Itās too soon since my first orgasm and my clit is tingling with sensitivity. The machine doesnāt care as it relentlessly batters my body.
Iām trying to take deep breaths, to distract myself from the vibrations wracking my body. My clit feels hypersensitive and I silently beg my body to please, please donāt cum again.
I can feel myself getting closer and closer to a second orgasm and Iām doing everything in my power to hold it back. Iām determined to hold out, to not let this demented situation bend me to break. The pleasure makes me gasp and whine, my clit turning into a focal point of unadulterated ecstasy. The sound of my own ragged breathing fills the air as Iām drawing in desperate deep breaths to try to calm myself. Itās no match against the machine beneath me as it increases in intensity and I lose the shred of command I held over my body. A scream is wretched out of my throat as I cum.
The text on the screen changes in response: Countdown to Livestream: 2 of 5.
I let out a choked whine and Iām grasping at straws as I beg into the empty space, hoping, praying for a miracle to make this all stop. āPlease,ā my voice is shaking, āPlease, help me. Make this stop, Iām begging you, please!ā Thereās no miraculous rescue in response to my pleading. This time, thereās not even a break between orgasms. The vibrations only kick up a notch, pulling a gasp from my lips.
āNo, no, no, please! Please stop! I donāt want this!ā I cry out, unable to stop myself from begging even when I know itās useless. Thereās no sympathy for me. I feel the horrible pleasure start to build again. My hands clench into fists and I dig my nails into my palms, gritting my teeth as I will my body to ignore the pleasure. It didnāt work earlier and it doesnāt work this time. My sheer will is no match against the machine bending my body to its wants. I shatter into a third orgasm, the pleasure rushing through me so intensely that I feel my head spin.
Countdown to Livestream: 3 of 5.
I jerk and struggle uselessly against my bindings. I feel the vibrations start to slow and I gasp in relief as my body comes down from the high it was forced into. Thereās a growing feeling of despair as I realize Iām only two orgasms away from the livestream starting. And it doesnāt look like I have any hope to withstanding the pleasure to hold out for much longer. As if on cue, the machine restarts its vibrations.
The previous orgasms have pushed my body into overstimulation and my clit feels raw with pleasure but thereās nothing to give me a break. My pussy is drooling over the sybian, clenching and pulsing as pleasure makes me a slave. Iām being pushed higher and higher as I focus every measure of my mind to holding this orgasm back.
My teeth dig into my lip as I try to ground myself in the pain and my eyes are screwed shut. I teeter over the edge but out of sheer will, I hold myself back, begging my body to comply. For a moment, I manage to force my body to obey, curbing the pleasure. Then, the vibrations increase again.
I let out an anguished cry as the pleasure rushes through me, shattering all of my efforts at containing myself. I feel my cunt spray my release all over myself, my body locked in the throes of my orgasm. The sounds exploding out of me are a combination of pure pleasure and sheer torment.
Countdown to Livestream: 4 of 5.
Iām one orgasm away from the point of no return and the terror of being broadcasted to the world makes me want to cry. The vibrations pick up speed and thereās a sense of resigned acceptance that washes over me as my body obeys the machine and begins to inch towards my final release. But this time, itās so much worse than I couldāve anticipated.
The sybian batters my body as it has with the past four orgasms. It expertly and unrelentingly drives me higher and higher in my pleasure, pulling moans and gasps out of me as it works. My body is barreling towards another all-encompassing orgasm when suddenly, all of the stimulation cuts off just as Iām about to cum. I let out a loud gasp as my body jerks in response to the loss of pleasure. I donāt understand. I was so fucking close and it all stopped. My eyes dart to the screen but thereās nothing there to explain what happened. The words Countdown to Livestream: 4 of 5 seem to taunt me.
My body slowly creeps back from the edge, my breathing stabilizing as the haze of pleasure slowly fades away. And then, the machine restarts. The vibrations are harsh and intense against my clit and I cry out as the previous pleasure suddenly slams back into me. Before long, Iām letting out gasping cries as my body once again is at the very precipice of pleasure. Again, it all stops. I canāt control the whine that slips out. I should be happy. Whatever is making the machine cut off at the very last second is obviously saving me from the livestream starting but the deep, primal, needy part of me wants to cry at the pleasure thatās being withheld from me.
The cycle continues when the machine restarts. At the very last moment, when just one more second of stimulation would push me over the edge, the machine stops. This time, I cry, hot and desperate tears falling down my cheeks.
I canāt even bring myself to care about the livestream anymore. Iām so fucking close, so desperate for the pleasure that I would sell my soul to cum. The last four orgasms do nothing to curb this insatiable desire thatās built up since the edging began and Iām mindless with need. My cunt is clenching around nothing, my clit throbbing in time to my heart beat but thereās nothing I can do to push myself over the edge. I feel my orgasm fading away and I let out a needy whine.
A few moments later, the sybian starts up again and a lewd moan slips from my mouth. My back arches as the pleasure washes over me, the previous edging driving me so close to the brink that even a few seconds of vibrations are enough to push me to the edge again. But again, the machine stops.
āPlease! Please, Iām begging you, I need to cum. Please let me cum! Please, I need to cum.ā My pleas didnāt work earlier when I was begging for the pleasure to stop and they certainly donāt work when Iām now pleading for an orgasm. Itās a cruel joke to make me such a slave to pleasure that Iām begging for my own demise.
The unrelenting cycle continues as the vibrations resume. There are incoherent babbles of desperation spilling from my lips as the pleasure mounts. Again, Iām held at the torturous edge as the machine plays my body like a familiar instrument.
Again, the vibrations cut off just as Iām about to cum. I scream. āPlease! Please let me cum, just start the livestream, please, I just need to cum!ā
It seems that Iāve said the magic words because the machine beneath me restarts with a fervor. I barely have time to draw a breath in when my orgasm slams full force into me. I shatter into unrelenting, all-encompassing pleasure as my cunt squirts out my release. Every single cell of my body is flooded with ecstasy and my consciousness shatters under the force of it all.
When I regain my senses again, I glance up at the screen and see the fated words reflecting back towards me: Livestream On, Countdown to Livestream: 5 of 5. I canāt bring myself to care when the machine underneath me increases its power and my eyes roll up as my overstimulated body is forced to react.
Thinking about being tied up and being forced to cockwarm a mean mean man who laughs at me while watching me squirm and protest but can feel my little honest pussy convulsing and twitching around him just from being inside me until I get so worked up I actually cum all over his still cock like a needy little dumb whore or something like that š
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