Fuckedupfantasy

18 Into some hardcore shit Fuck It, Sex Cult.

[boycorruption]

being forced to take a strap that’s too big while they get off watching you cry and try to squirm away! shushing you and saying how pretty you look with tears streaming down your face, to just relax and keep taking it for them. forcing eye contact once they’ve bottomed out so they can watch your eyes glaze over and roll back from the feeling of being completely full, drooling all over yourself like a mutt in heat <3

[spicy-phantom-archive]

I can't help but be a gentle dom. I'll gladly give you bruises if you wish, but you can be certain that I'll kiss them as soon as they appear. I might tease and edge you for a few hours, but I'll always let you cum in the end. I love to see just how much of a mess my subs can become.

I'd love to tie a sub up in soft fabrics, possibly blindfold them as well, and leave a vibrator turned on and tied to them so they're getting constant pleasure while I'm off on the other side of the room working. Maybe I'm drawing them and need to tell them to stop squirming every so often or else the pose will be messed up. Maybe I'm writing and need to remind them to quiet down so I can focus, or else I'll have to gag them.

Just to have a sub stuck feeling good while I'm doing other things and when I'm done with my work I'll inspect them to see what a beautiful work of art I have at my fingertips before letting them go and tending to any marks or stiff spots they may have.

[fuckingmyboyfrienddumb]

desperately need to make out with him while he’s wearing nothing but my oversized t-shirt. wanna feel him grind his warm, leaky cunt against my thigh. wanna guide his hips as he ruts into me. wanna feel him moan and whine into my mouth as he goes stupid from the attention.

telling him “faster boy. don’t you wanna cum for me? you’re not doing a good job right now.” just to hear him whimper and apologise breathlessly as he ruts faster, getting ever so close before i push him off, pulling his head down to my soaked thigh.

“so fucking sloppy. lick it up, slut. maybe then i’ll let you cum.” of course, he doesn’t need to know i’m lying. he doesn’t need to know i plan on edging him until he’s a braindead, overstimulated babbling mess. i’ll just make him rut and lick up his mess over and over again. that’s all a dumb slut like him needs anyways.

[fuckedupfantasy712]

Tell me you’re good for me while you run a blade down my stomach.

I wanna see you’re name carved into my flesh.

You’re initial’s are everywhere on me

[fuckedupfantasy712]

I love the thought of a stranger stalking me.

Except, they aren’t really a stranger.

Imagine:

You watch me for months. You follow me everywhere I go. You break into my apartment while I’m sleeping.

You copy the key to my front door so you have one of you’re own <3

You live here now. With me.

And I don’t know it.

We’re a happy couple.

But I don’t know it.

You and I have sex regularly.

But thanks to the drugs you slip in my water when I’m not looking,

I don’t know it.

[fuckedupfantasy712]

Tell me you love me while you rape my body <3

Make me such a slut for you that I can’t have normal sex again.

I can only cum if it’s on you’re cock. Against my will. With my face shoved in a dirty floor.

I need you, I want you.

My head says no but my body says yes.

Is it really no if I’m this wet for you?

[fuckedupfantasy712]

I don’t think anyone understands just how easy it would be to rape me.

I am a 4’8 tall girl with little to no strength.

I wear loose, baggy clothes most the time; clothes that can easily be yanked up, down or off.

I’m constantly wearing my headphones, blasting whatever music I feel at the time; I wouldn’t hear you behind me.

I zone out a thousand times a day; I’m distracted constantly.

I walk alone after dark because I enjoy it.

Raping me would be far too easy…..

And far too welcomed

[fuckedupfantasy712]

Imagine being raped in public, being so wet as some big guy slams you into a wall and has no trouble entering you’re dripping cunt

[fuckedupfantasy712]

Kinda wanna walk home alone after dark.

I want to be on my way home from work late at night, so tired I can’t even walk straight.

I want some man who’s much bigger than me to follow and wait until I’m home before he catches up to me and shoved me through the door before locking it behind him.

I want to be raped and threatened with a gun to my head or a knife to my throat as he forces me to call in sick the next morning, spending all day just fucking what’s his.

<3

Haha

[lighttaps]

Today I’m fantasizing about… my doctor abusing me when I go in for an IUD removal. Legs wide open in the stirrups, drowsy from an anti anxiety pill. The doctor spreads my lips open, strokes me, inspecting my pussy before pushing two fingers inside. I grunt softly. They pet my thigh, shushing me gently, fingering lube into me until they reach my cervix, and the IUD strings hanging from it. They tug, testing the placement, and I whimper. Another shush, and they stroke my clit as they pull their fingers out. My hips rock a little as I get needy. I hear a clatter of tools moving on the table. Cold plastic slides inside me now, making me shiver. Still stroking my clit, the doctor pushes the speculum into my cervix and begins to spread it open. I groan. They roll my clit as my uterus tenses, then relaxes, and I moan needily as they stroke me and spread me. My hips rock again. The doctor grips the IUD and counts down from three. On three, they begin sucking on my clit, and quickly pull the device out of my body. I cry out, the pain hidden by their tongue circling my clit, soon making me cum while my cervix gapes open around the tool. I groan “Fuck” over and over, dazed, dripping onto the table. They pull back and inspect my pussy again. Watching my body clench at the clear plastic holding it open. My defenseless uterus displayed for them. They stand, cock in stroking hand, hard and dripping precum all the way to the floor. Jerking off the whole time I’ve been on the table. I try to ask what they’re doing. They shush me, step forward, and begin to pulse streams of thick cum into my open, unprotected womb. I whimper, I moan, too drugged to move. They groan lowly, watching their massive load slide down the speculum and literally filling my uterus. When they’re done impregnating me, they carefully close the speculum, locking their cum inside me. They stroke my clit again, pull the tool out, and immediately push their still-hard cock in its place. I cry out, aching, and needy again. They moan as they fuck me. Their cock is warm and thicker than the speculum, veins bulging and girth spreading me even more as they thrust. Stroking my clit slowly. Gently forcing me to take their cock all the way in. Pushing at my sensitive cervix. I whimper. I moan. I swear as they push in and out and swirl my clit into confusion. I cum again. Pussy suckling on their cock. The doctor fucks me harder, faster as I tremble. They grunt. Swear. And as they flood my pussy with another load, waves of cum pool at my cervix, waiting to sneak inside. I whimper. They shush me, fucking their second load inside with their softening cock until it slides out and my pussy oozes cum.

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[mindlessbimbo]

One of my go-to hypno fantasies is set in a dystopian govt-run fertility clinic. birth control and elective surgeries for birth control are highly regulated and gatekept; usually in order to access any of these things, ppl with wombs are forced to undergo evaluation, both mentally and physically, in order to determine whether they're really "sure" and not making a hasty decision. it's bullshit, of course -- it's just a way of setting up obsticals to prevent access to birth control altogther. i'm stubborn though, and i've known my whole life that i've never wanted children, so i dig my heels in and get myself an appointment at the clinic to discuss getting my tubes tied. even on the phone, they're already trying to dissuade me: "what about something less extreme? let's discuss the pill first, then wait and see if you change your mind?" but i refuse to relent, and begrudgingly they schedule me in for evaluation. months out, of course.

i arrive at the clinic and roll my eyes at the blatant propaganda everywhere, from the highly feminine decor to the posters advocating for motherhood and even, incredibly, "respecting nature". it was repugnant, but made me more determined than ever to stick to my guns.

the first stage of the examination is a one on one interview/assessment with a clinician. she sees me to a back room, somewhere quiet and out of the way. like everywhere else, the furnishings are very feminine and there's a strange perfume in the air that honestly gives me a bit of a headache bc it's so sickly sweet. I'm directed to sit down on a very plush sofa that i practically sink into, but i have to admit it's at the very least comfortable. the clinician starts asking me basic and innocuous questions about my medical history at first, but the conversation eventually turns more personal in nature. she asks me where my hesitance toward motherhood comes from. i tell her that there is no hesitance; i simply don't want it. she frowns in a pitying, almost disbelieving way and makes a few notes on her clipboard, then says in that case i would have no problem undergoing more a rigorous psychoanalysis. this irritates me, as i've already been here for easily an hour and made myself very plain, but i know they're just trying to frustrate me into giving up. she hands me a consent form and i quickly skim it, honestly too distracted by all the vibrant colours and strong smells to pay too much attention to what i'm signing, but it's not like i haven't done that with other contracts before. when i hand the paper back to the clinician, she smiles at me and proceeds to explain the next step of the analysis.

in order to determine that i am entirely committed to my decision, i will be tested for subconscious psychological indicators that suggest a stronger affinity to motherhood than I'm stating outright. I squint bc this sounds like a load of pseudo scientific crap, but i already signed the contract and leaving now means i won't get what i came here for, so i nod along with a bit of an eyeroll. I ask how long this test is going to take, and nearly choke when she indicates that it's going to be a sleep study. they want to keep me here ALL NIGHT?! fucking ridiculous. it doesn't conflict with my schedule though, so i just grimace and let her continue. finally she said that in order to speed up the process as much as possible, the physical evaluation will be conducted at the same time as the psychoanalysis. i raise an eyebrow at that, since i don't much like the idea of random clinicians performing a physical on me (for whatever reason) as I'm possibly sleeping, but she tells me that the physical eval is largely recorded by their technological equipment. fantastic, i think. guess i'm going to be hooked up to wires all night too!

with all that finally out of the way, the clinician takes me out of her office and further into the clinic. we approach a kind of examination room with a table in the middle. the clinician proceeds to hand me a medical gown and informs me that i will need to change before the analysis proceeds. she gives me some privacy to change, and takes all of my belongings with her - including my phone. I don't much like this, but she claims i wont be able to use it anyway, and its presence will interfere with the equipment or whatever. i quickly send a few texts off to people who might wonder where i am and give the clinician my clothes and phone. she leaves for a moment to set them aside, and tells me to lie down on the table.

the table is surprisingly soft. I'm not sure what material covers the surface, but it i find myself almost sculpted into it when i lie down. it would almost be comfortable if not for the fact the table is designed for me to be splayed out like a starfish, and as soon as the clician returns to the room, i notice she has brought back several leather straps with her.

seeing this nearly makes me bolt up, but she explains the restraints are for my own safety. I am being monitored at all times while in this room, but during the proceedure, it's better for me to not move involuntarily. plus, when i fall asleep, i wouldnt want to accidentally roll off onto the floor and get tangled up in wires. it seems reasonable enough, so i relax and allow her to strap me down to the table: my ankles, wrists, forearms, and mid section are all snuggly strapped in, and then the clinician begins to attach various electrodes or other sensors to my skin -- some of which get placed directly on my breasts. when she's finished, the clincian tells me that I'm all ready to go and will start the analyses as soon as i'm ready. i want to get this over with, so i nod and she leaves the room. but only for a moment.

the clinician returns with a helmet of some kind; something that would cover the entirety of my face. i start to question her about it but she either doesn't hear or ignores me, and places the helmet contraption over my face. my vision is plunged into darkness and i realize the mask has covered my nose and mouth as well; i can still breathe but i have no idea if i can be heard with this thing on! i try to struggle to get the helmet off my head, but there's a strap around my chin that keeps it in place. i feel panic set in as i realize what kind of position I'm now in, but almost as soon as i think I'm going to start screaming, i smell that perfume filter through the helmet. the smell is stronger than before and makes me dizzy almost instantly, but i feel a sense of calm along with it, too, even though nothing about this situation should be calming.

suddenly, the helmet i'm wearing whirrs to life with both sound and images. I have to actively resist the urge to blush when i realize what I'm listening to, what I'm seeing. incomprehensible whispers fill my ears along with moans of pleasure, timed together with flashes of pornographic and pregnant imagery. deep down it feels all very silly; is their psychoanalysis trying to determine whether this stuff makes me horny? i close my eyes, not willing to let some perfectly natural hormonal response skew my results. obviously, if they're going to flood my senses with porn, I'm going to get a little turned on. especially when they look so happy and blissful, just breeding their brains away.

I shake myself as i notice the way my thoughts just trailed there, but in doing so i open my eyes again. i notice a spiral has entered the visuals before me, and i find myself drawn into it. are those words flashing in front of me? they disappear so quickly that i have trouble reading them, but i should focus on trying anyway. I should focus on this feeling, this lack of control, this natural submission. all the breeding sluts happily accept their role, their place, their need to breed. it's my duty. it's my natural state. I don't need to think, i need to sink. I need to submit to my natural desires, the ones I've been denying for so long. can't you feel how wet you are? Don't you crave the feeling of a hard cock sliding between your folds, filling you up with his seed? we can tell how fertile you are, whore. just once would be enough to breed you. don't you want to try it? Of course you do. It's simple biology. You were born to be bred, and so you will stay here in this facility, kept docile and horny and constantly pregnant and full of cock. anything else you would have contributed to the world pales in comparison to this. It makes you so happy and mindless to know that your purpose has been found.

i feel the table move, pulling my legs apart as i mindlessly take in the words that i read, hear, and obey. i feel a pressure at my pussy, and moan as the artificial inseminator spreads my lips and begins to fuck me. more of the gas floods my senses, evaporating what was left of my resistance, and i feel the electrodes on my breasts begin to stimulate them for milk production. I sigh, contented, as I watch, listen, moan, squirm. I can't believe i almost gave this up out of sheer stubborness... fortunately, the clinic knows what's best for me, so I never have to think for myself again. I can't wait to be a mindless breeder.

[disconnected-baby-doll]

Forcing myself to cum over and over and over again because I really have nothing better to do. It’s good that I’m training myself to take the overstimulation because that means daddy can breed me and make me cum as much as he wants and I’ll be able to handle it like a good breeding bunny <3

[ftm-fakeboyslut]

I need more men to jerk off to my trauma and tell me that it should've been worse and that they really fucking wish they could make it worse/traumatise me more 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[slutfordark-hairedboys]

fic time:

concept: it's a society where women have to wear the tag of free use if they break a rule. men can do whatever they want if they see the tag. you were caught overspeeding once amd now you have the tag forever.

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after having your breakfast you head for work. while you're on your way to the subway rough hands grab you and pull you into an alley. your trousers are unbuttoned, you cannot see the man but he fucks you hard, silencing your moans. he doesn't threaten you, doesn't need to because now you're just a cumdump. he finishes and spills his cum on your ass and leaves. you pull up your trousers and head for the subway.

while waiting for the train, another man grabs your boobs and fondles them while another grinds on you from behind. the train arrives and they leave you.

on the subway, a younger man pulls down your pants and starts fucking you, not even bothering to silent you this time. you scream and cry and moan but no one listens. eventually, another man puts his dick in you mouth and another starts fingering your ass. you miss your stop but they don't care. once they're finished, they leave. the younger man leaves his cum deep inside you and pulls up your panties. to stop the cum from dripping.

in your office, you're called by your boss for being late. he bends you over the desk and fucks you while smacking your ass. when you try to squirm away he slaps you in your face. later, you're made to suck his cock while he works on a presentation.

[koffinkitten]

Oh gosh, my shorts keep riding up while I’m lying on the couch and napping

Would be a shame if you just slid them to the side… ya know.. just to feel if I’m wet… maybe even slide into me for a second, just to see how it feels to be inside of me. Perhaps even letting yourself indulge in using me while trying not to wake me but eventually just not caring, fucking me and not stopping when I wake up and ask what the fuck you’re doing. Holding me down and telling me to be quiet, you’re almost done, you’re almost done. I’ll wiggle and squirm but I won’t get away from you before you fill my cunt with your cum. Put your weight on top of me so I can’t move and stay inside of me. Slowly start fucking me again so you can make sure you breed me well since you’ve already started. Use your body to keep me down, pinned on the couch before you cum in me again while trying to comfort me. “You just felt so good, I couldn’t stop. Your cunt needed to be used and filled.”

[femboy-whxre]

Send R4pe threats, I’m bored 🥰

[shhhgarpuppy]

hnnng imagine being at a concert in a short little skirt and theres a guy pressed against ur back. u feel his cock hard and twitching against ur ass and u try to get away, but the crowd is packed so densely u cant move. u try and yell for help and get people’s attention, but the musician and crowd are so loud no one really notices. a few do, but just watch as this man pulls ur panties aside and shoves his cock all the way in and starts raping u.

u squirm and try to get away but his hold on ur hips is too strong, his cock ramming in and out of ur pussy. he’s buried all the way inside u, rocking and rutting his cock roughly into u when he starts to play with ur clit. u let out an embarrassed whimper bc by now ur dripping all over his fat cock. he fills u up deep with his cum and pulls out, leaving freshly raped and leaking cum for the rest of the concert.