Having someone at home who's been conditioned to drip when they hear your keys rattle against the door. You barely have time to put your things down before they're there in front of you bent over, exposing themselves expectantly waiting to be bred.
it must be so humiliating to be visibly bred. as soon as anyone lays eyes on you, they’re immediately privy to the fact that a guy used you to drain his balls. everyone can see that your body greedily accepted all of it, too
dreaming about catching you almost passed out on the couch, super drunk and I can't help myself just taking my chance I would start slowly just lifting your skirt up feeling you up, touching your wet cunt under your skirt pulling your panties to the side before I just lose control like an animal climbing on top of you laying you on your back on the couch pressing your head down into the cushion muffling your incoherent protests asking me what I am doing, where are you, lift your skirt up higher pull my cock up press your head down even harder telling you to shush, It will all be over soon rubbing my cock up and down your slit before I collapse ontop of you pressing into you hard watching your eyes go wide, your incoherent moans and I flail around ontop of you squeezing you tight as I rape your tight little cunt, when one of your friends walks in and all she can see is me pounding into your semi-unconscious body, dead glazed eyes locking into contact with hers as I put my hand over your mouth muffling your inchoerent whines it would all be over so quickly raped and fucked and bred my cum leaking out of your cunt flipping you back on your stomach sucking on your tits to finish you off, getting up and taking a photo of your broken crumpled body, pulling my pants back up calling you a good girl and making my way out of the room, leaving you in a heap of my cum milk dripping from your tits.
kinks and warnings: stalking, kidnapping, rape, mindbreak, dumbification, size difference, chloroforming at the start, and just a hint of breeding at the end.
will tag with dd/lg bc on a reread i noticed a bit of a similar flavour but im not a ddlg guy personally. yall keep posting tho
i do not condone violence in any way, and this is all purely fantasy. be responsible!
not too proud of this near the end but i hope you guys like it <3
a young woman gets kidnapped and spoiled by her stalker in leather gloves - and he shows his love in his own disgusting, vile way.
Set up for a good life in every way imaginable, she had a fantastic wit, a great sense of humour, a truly wonderful set of talents, and, of course, an amazing body. Yes, that's what ought to be focused on.
Because as great as her other assets were, in this situation, they had all but ceased to be.
Standing - no, she couldn't stand without permission, because he ordered her confined to the bed, and of course, the rope stopped her from defying that no matter how much she wanted to - in front of things that seemed unimaginable. Things that only happened in movies.
No matter how clever a girl may be, not even the smartest person in the world could understand it until it happened to them. It was perceptual.
In her fantasies, the ones she had as she rubbed and toyed with her clit, stroking it and pressing her soft fingers into her soaking cunt, the ones she moaned over and fucked herself to time and time again, it might have gone much like this, but by god, did she not understand it.
So indeed, her virtues were doomed to change the minute the man's hand closed down around the damp, sweet-smelling rag with all the intent he could muster to snag that beautiful woman he had long gazed at in polaroids.
Despite her finest struggle, and believe me, the girl was not weak, she rolled off her legs and right into his arms. He lovingly carried her in her smart office clothes to the passenger seat of his car, and to anyone else it would seem she was simply fast asleep with her husband next to her after a long day of work, the thought of which made the man feel a pang of heat in his crotch.
Yes, he thought. Oh god, fucking finally. He could have her and no one would give it a second thought if they saw them right now.
--♡--
She awoke in her underwear to his basement, not that she could immediately recognize it as such. It took her maybe a second to notice the bindings on her wrists, and yet another for the ungodly fear to set in.
She found her throat too tight to scream. Thank God, in case her captor heard.
Her body felt uncomfortably bare between the blankets and the bedsheets, and the nauseating thought struck her that whoever did this- oh, where had his hands wandered? It made her shudder to imagine what he did to her while she was unconscious. But she realized something valuable: she was unharmed.
This did little to relax her, especially when the heavy thud of footsteps pressed down the stairs. As he fiddled with the doorknob, she curled in on herself to the best of her poor, confined abilities and accepted death.
A man her age opened the door much like a parent would while checking in on their sleeping child. His face was gentle, unmarred by anything vile in his intent, and he bore... clean clothes slung over his shoulder and a plate of warm, delicious looking food in his gloved hands.
"Good morning, beautiful."
--♡--
A whole wall of photos of her taunted her as he slowly adjusted her bindings, lifting one leg up so he could roll a frilly, almost dollish sock onto it, going all the way up to the middle of her thigh. The other had been more difficult with her struggling, but he was twice her size. His hands were so large she could probably only hold a few fingers comfortably.
She gave up on the physical force route fast.
All the while, in his low, gentle voice, he cooed praise at her. "Just like that, sweetheart," as he maneuvers her and slips a skirt over her hips. Met with no resistance, he pauses at her upper body.
"I'm sorry for scaring you."
"Fuck you."
His patient, calm demeanor as he dressed her in comfortable clothing remained unshaken, save for his obvious staring at her chest. "I'd waited to give you your pajamas just so you could see what I picked out for you."
She choked back a sob as his hand traced her bra, a lacy white thing gracing small, cute breasts. He rubbed softly at the area of her nipples, and she wanted to be sick. The heat that gathered in her panties felt like a sick betrayal from her body, as if this could ever be arousing.
He kissed her. Her brain tells her to bite, but all her body does is let him. "I went through a lot of effort to get the right sizes," he smiled, and she couldn't make a sound to express how confused, how terrified she was.
"Your heart is going so fast." There was nothing but concern in his tone, but it did very little to ease her.
"Fuck. You."
"Don't worry. I won't hurt you, baby." He pressed his sick, evil fucking lips to hers again. "Just behave. I got everything in this room just for you."
All that he must have saved up for this, all the trouble he went to. Oh god, he had been planning this for months. Years.
--♡--
She took to her outfit alright. It was comfortable enough to sleep in, and upsettingly, it fit her body perfectly.
A cute blouse, a chiffon skirt, and long socks. Certainly not her ordinary choice of something to sleep in.
She still felt drowsy upon further observation, and it wasn't as if she could do anything in the state she was in. Not only was she tied down, she had her captor right on top of her, stroking her hair and humming to her.
She wiggled, uncomfortable with it all. Both in how he clung to her, of course, and with the nagging feeling of something poking her. Oh god. She didn't want to think about what it was, no matter how obvious. Her writhing probably only rubbed against it.
"Aww, darling..."
His purr seemed like that of a surprised lover, and she stood stock-still as she felt his leather gloves glide up her waist and to her chest again. She seized up, struck with terror.
"Already?"
She whimpered, letting out the only words she could think of to say it wasn't an invitation, too terrified to think of the words themselves. "I don't understand."
His fingers toyed at the top button of her blouse. Undoing it clumsily, as his hands shaked with unearned excitement, he smiled at her as if what he was doing didn't bring dread to every part of her soul. It filled her with a special revulsion to recall that she had fantasized about this, that when he exposed her bra once again, he adjusted her ropes as if he didn't even expect her to fight.
And of course, as scared as she was, she didn't.
Her eyes unfocused as he undressed her, as she went deep into her mind trying to imagine how to get this madman to realize that she wanted none of it. "Please- please stop, I don't want th-ahn~!"
She had been cut off by his fingers once again rubbing her nipples. The feeling of leather grazing them, oh, they were so sensitive, it made her shudder. It sent a spark of feeling down to her crotch, and she hated every second.
"No! Oh my god, no!"
"Shhhh."
He bent down and licked it, rubbing the other between his fingers. His dry, cracked lips circled it, and he began to suck. She couldn't help but whine as he drew his tongue over her, swirling around her nipple in a dizzying circle.
Then, of course, he started to hum. The innocent tune of Mary Had A Little Lamb.
"Stop iiit..." She drew it out, a breathy gasp escaping her, and thank the lord he pulled away, still humming the melody.
Just long enough to drag her panties out from under her skirt. Clumsy, just barely enough to expose her cunt, which, though she was ashamed to admit it, was dripping wet with arousal, enough that she could feel it pouring out of her. She wanted it to stop.
She wanted it to stop, so why was her body doing this?
She closed her eyes as she heard him pulling down his zipper.
--♡--
The way the tip of his cock invades her tight, virgin little cunt feels so pleasurable it almost feels like she can ignore the shame for a second. The fact that for even a little moment, she felt anything less than violated, abused... it felt horrible.
The way he carefully slid the rest of his cock, and oh, how long it was, it felt like he was really trying to make it feel as good as possible for her. How it invaded the depths of her pussy, raping her tight little hole so good she thought it had to be intentional. But why would he care about that?
A moan escaped her, as she felt the tip of his cock brush against her cervix. It hurt, and all too quickly he pulled back, as if he didn't want to do it again the second. From some deep, instinctual part of her that made her head hurt, she envisioned the feeling of him pressing it all the way into her, until she could feel his balls up against her.
She tried to shake the thought, but it remained as he pulled back and bucked into her, a lewd noise coming out of her slit. He went so slow it almost frustrated her. He went so gently, she felt more cared for than anything else, oh god, she wanted that sick fuck off of her.
As the notes of that little song worked its way into her mind, barely audible over the sounds of her sloppy, damp little cunt being stretched by his huge, veiny cock, worked open and taken by his length, she felt so good, it was hard to focus...
Her pussy demanded most of her attention, her clit throbbing as he brought a hand down her body to rub it. She hadn't even noticed how she was moaning until she drowned out the song, and as much as the logical side of her wanted her to close her mouth, to not give her captor the satisfaction, she felt she had to release all the feeling somehow.
How he rubbed and rubbed and rubbed her clit, how sensitive her little pussy was, how attentive and caring he was. She could barely fault herself for grinding against him, especially when he went faster and faster and pulled more disgusting little noises from her, the wet sound of her hole being claimed.
She was enjoying her own rape, by the man who had simply spirited her away.
A pang of guilt hit her, but she let it fade as she realized it was just like her fantasies. A dream come true.
He groaned as he felt her stretch around his cock, and as she did her best to sink her little pussy deeper onto it from her useless position, he lost the shame to keep the tip away from her delicate cervix. She gasped and cried out, but he was pounding her so deep and so fucking hard that she found every little tap and poke against it felt almost pleasurable.
"Yeah~! ...Yeah, fuck!"
She moaned like the dumb little whore that she was for this strange man's huge, throbbing cock, gasping for air as she struggled to grind more pleasure out of the experience, and of course, failed to keep up any sort of dignity. She felt what a stupid, slutty little toy she was being, and as he broke her mind and body, she felt happier than she had in ages.
She felt all those silly ideas that she would even want a life outside of a basement fade as she thought about how sweetly he must have dedicated everything to building this for her.
She felt herself grow weak.
She felt the pleasure she got from being his toy hike up and up and up-
By the time she squirted all over his cock, she had already lost her mind, not a hint of self awareness in it. His grunts and moans were like a symphony to her empty head.
It was then that she noticed he was pumping his cum into her. His sperm flooded her, pouring out onto her slit as he pulled out, and she whined because she felt so empty, so ungodly fucking desperate for him to shove himself inside and use her more, fuck her until she's leaking with his cum.
After all, as she spread her legs a little further to the best of her abilities and let out a little, pleading "again..." she felt she wouldn't mind being a mother to his children.
You look so peaceful sleeping, cute little angel. I climb onto you quickly and pin you down under me. Shh, it's going to be okay, sleepy, drippy princess. I need you. I hold onto you tightly while I put my hands around your throat. Your eyes go wide as I let out a loud grunt as I force myself into you and start fucking pounding into your tiny little cunt. My balls slapping against your ass as you scratch my back; you fight and kick as I have to keep you steady, slapping you hard every time you jerk around and drive harder. Stop fighting me. Princess, it's pointless; you're too small and tiny; you're so tight, my cock expands and pulses inside your belly, cumming into my little fuck toy. My legs Shake as I grunt loudly, pressing you down, feeling your cum on my cock as I fill you up, drives me crazy long, hard strokes until my seed is deep inside you, cuddling you after using your pussy as a cocksleeve. I lay my heads on your chest as you hear the sound of my heavy, laboured breathing, feeling my hot cum still stirring inside your belly.
Oh you want to cum? Is that what you said? But that’s the kind of thing a boyfriend would do. I’m just your stalker who broke into your house to rape you and use you to get off.
If you want to cum you better fucking beg me to be your boyfriend. You better show me how much you need my cock, ride it and moan like a whore for me, show me you’re girlfriend material.
imagine getting dommed in a language you don’t know, and actually getting trained commands and given orders in a blank slate. being rewarded for understanding commands and punished for slipping up.
you’re welcome for this new kink i know you now have
I'd love to kidnap you and break you until you're my perfect little rapetoy. I'll tie you down with a vibe inside you and one taped to your clit that I can control remotely. I'll make you watch the most degrading humiliating rape porn as I drug you. Giving you an aphrodisiac, some fertility, and a little something extra to keep you happy and docile as I break you in. I won't touch you until you start to beg me to rape your tight little hole. Then I'll rape you hard and deep, filming the whole thing from multiple angles. I'll pump you full of my cum and plug your holes. Only then will I untie you for a bit and let you rest in your kennel. You're only entertainment the rape porn I leave on. The when your so needy you beg me to rape you again I'll tie you down and make you watch the first time I took you as I take you again. Breeding you nice and deep. I'd invite my friends over to you and rape you too. You'll be our free use fuckhole. No condoms needed. They will all have a good time partying with you as the main source of entertainment. Passed around like a joint. Eventually you'll be my good little rapetoy and you can keep my cock warm as I work in my office. I'll use your breasts as stress balls and bend you over the desk whenever I need to empty my balls. Then you get to sit under my desk and lick me clean before keeping my cock warm with your mouth. Your plug stuffed in your cum filled hole to keep it all in. Your body is mine now.I'll put a puppy pad in your kennel and take you for walks in the backyard, completely naked except for your leash and collar.Maybe once you're well trained, you can use the bathroom on your own. You sleep when I let you, you eat, drink, and take what I bring you. I will get your drunk and high as I see fit. I might use you while your fucked up and I might not. Your only entertainment will be the most degrading and humiliating porn I can find, most of it rape porn. I'll make you wear a chastity belt with a toy and plug Insert. You will also be gagged whenever I'm not feeding you or using you, you might get to earn no gag privileges. But your bottom two holes are mine and will only be used or played with when I give you permission.I'd drug you slowly at first. You'll get needier and needier but won't know why. You want to rub, but you stuck in chastity. All you can watch all day is the porn I leave on for you. Watching little sluts like you be raped over and over as you hump your pillow, you mind dripping away. Then you realize the videos are of you. Everytime me and my friends have raped or used you. You look so hot, like a good little slut, because that's what you are now. Whenever you see me know you beg for my cock. You need cum. You need cock inside you, you need to be used like the toy you are.
> — < i was panting like a dog reading this holy fuck… getting corrupted and kept as a pet, doing everything you can to make me a fucktoy and a young mommy…
The goal is having a lovely housewife I can pass around and use like a communal fleshlight for me and my friends.
Gathering for your birthdays and successes to celebrate how proud we all are of you, before spoiling you to as much dick and cum as you can handle.
Dressing you up in skimpy uniforms whenever they come over for boys night and having you serve them beer and hole.
Being the only girl allowed to come with us on boys trips so you can make sure they aren't going unsatisfied when away from their girlfriend's and wives.
kinda wanna take someone for a walk in the woods at the ranch. i’d start walking behind until i could seamlessly disappear. i’d hide and let them freak out. after they’d been lost for a bit they’d get paranoid, hyper aware of all that could go wrong and unable to help themselves. then i’d hunt them. i’d follow them closely enough that they feel chased but not close enough for them to know it’s me. i’d make just enough noise for them to panic. i’d keep going just long enough to exhaust them. and then i’d catch them. tie something around their eyes so they can’t see me, bring them down to the dirty ground and tie their hands to a tree, legs open tied to two other trees so there’s no escaping. without saying a word, i’d rip off their clothes and rape them for hours. the night would come and i’d sit by them, no longer touching them. i’d want them to feel terror, thinking they’d been left like that without a second thought. inevitably, they’d pass out, and then i’d pretend to find them. i’d tell them i’d been looking for them for hours, and i’d make them tell me what happened to them as i untie them. i’d take them back to the house and ofer them a hot beverage. while i’m in another room, they’d see from their spot on the couch the rope i’ve pretended to hide, and they’d recognize it as the bundle of rope from which the one used on them came from. they’d see the locks on the door. they’d realize their fate