i want to leave my drink with a girl and come back to it spiked with something awful and devolve into a nauseous mess until she insists on taking me home and watching over me. panting against the cold passenger window and feeling her hand slip across my thigh and rub against my cunt while she drives us through winding foreign streets to the middle of nowhere. iâm gone, absolutely out of it, she canât help but drag me out of the car and into brush to shove me to the ground, yank my pants down barely over my ass, enough to slip my panties to the side and tongue at my hole for a bit until she thinks iâm wet enough not to tear too badly. i should thank her for it, but iâm too out of it to register the small grace sheâs bestowed upon me. her cock eases into my ass and iâm sobbing wetly into dirt and rocks and twigs, shaking my head and heaving up my drinks when she asks me if it feels good to get violated like this. what do i mean, no? donât i know how much she loves me? no, no i donât. sheâll show me, itâs okay. sheâll show me again and again if she needs to. deep breaths
âwhat did you say baby? thatâs enough? but you only came three times! i know you can give me more. câmon this feels good, doesnât it? thatâs it, keep going, just a little more.â
âaw, poor baby, all shaking and crying. no no, little boy, donât say you canât take it anymore. i know you can. youâre my good boy and i know you can keep going. câmon i can see youâre close to another oneâ thaaaatâs it. good boy. what? no, weâre not stopping baby. not yet.â
âmy poor little boy, youâre whimpering so loud all the neighbors mustâve heard you already. what did you say? oh, i know baby. shh, i know, i know. i know it hurts⊠what? you really canât take it anymore? well⊠just one more time, okay? cum for me one more time and iâll let you rest, okay? okay. youâre such a good boy.â
âbaby, i know i promised weâre gonna stop after the last one but i like seeing you cry a little too much⊠besides i think you can still keep going. no no, you can. you can. be a good boy and take it. donât fight it, itâs gonna be easier if you try and relax. youâre a good boy, i believe in you.â
Thinking about a captor who only ever wants to eat me out. He doesnât touch me for any other reason â never beats me or puts his dick anywhere near my holes. He just keeps me naked, drugged, and available to him. The food he gives me is chosen to alter my taste as he desires.
By a week or two in, he spread me out over every possible surface in his house, bent me over to eat me out from behind, tied me up in difficult positions so he can hear me scream as I come. And thatâs all he asks of me: to let myself react. Heâs taken such good care of me, and he doesnât hurt me like others might, doesnât fuck me for his own pleasure, or lend me out to his friends. He just wants to taste my pleasure, to hear it and feel it and see it.
Heâs angry when I donât come, and even though I cry and apologize, he leaves me alone in my crate for days. Then heâs all soft and sorry and he eats me out a dozen times in five hours.
Sometimes he uses his fingers or toys, but always tongue. Always his mouth on me. And he films it every time. Takes pictures before and after, too. My pussy lips red and swollen dripping with his saliva and my arousal. Â
Very occasionally, he sits me down in the corner of a room as he takes out the pictures, plays the videos on a massive flatscreen, and jerks himself off. âThis is what you do to me,â he says as he comes again and again to the sounds and the images. Iâm so wet by the time heâs done and he lays me out on top of the photographs, spreads my legs, grabs a camera, a makes me come on his tongue once more.Â
Slutty cheerleader who offers herself up as a freeuse slut to the entire women's sports team. Letting them use her as stress relief, roughly groping and pounding her body and passing her around, getting a train run on her by the entire team, taking them in all her holes at once.
I had a fantasy somewhat similar to this actually! Cheerleader still, but instead of being used by my own team I'm instead used by the other team after they won. I'm left in their locker room to find and then used completely and left a soaking, dripping mess of cum. Throat sore, hole gaped from taking them two or more at a time...
Oh, that's hot. Especially if you weren't in on the arrangement, your team just leaves you tied up and naked in the visitor's locker room, telling you that there was a wager that the winner of the big game got the enemy team's cheer captain as their prize. You just have to lie there until the victors come back from the field, ready for their reward.
You got way too messed up at that party and as you were leaving you felt a sharp pain on the back of your neck then all you remember is falling and strong hands catching you.
Now you're starting to wake up, before you open your eyes you feel the thick leather binding your wrists above your head and your feet up in stirrups. It's cold and as you open your eyes you see a dimly lit room with tiled walls and a plain concrete floor. You're tied, naked to a table like that at a doctor's office and there is a single table next to you with a thin paper covering its contents.
Across the room is a door and eventually it opens, the man enters the room backwards his body filling the frame with a broad muscular back, as he turns to face you the dim lights flicker giving a ominous feel. The surgical mask covers most of his face as he steps towards you the snap of gloves fills the quiet air. Gently he begins probing and touching your exposed cunt.
His fingers are large and his hands warm, or maybe its your who's warm. Then theres a pinch as a needle peirces your flesh and a sharp sting of medicine as its injected into your thigh. "There there thats good. Let's give that a moment to take effect." He mumbles to himself as his fingers still slowly and gently circle your cunt.
"Pl.. plea... don." You try to talk but your tongue is made of lead and your mouth is full of cotton. His eyes flash to your for the briefest of seconds before his hand reaches out and slaps you across the face... hard. Its such a sharp contrast to the gentle petting his doing to your cunt that it makes you whimper and fall silent.
"That's better." He mutters, "Oh look the meds are working." He lifts the hand away from your cunt and shows you the slick coating his gloved fingers. Your face turns bright red as you realize you're dripping wet. His mask moves slightly and you realize his smiling as his fingers return to your pussy. Slowly he spreads your lips and makes a satisfied noise as he works a single finger, easily inside you.
You whimper softly trying to squeeze your thighs shut but the leather doesn't allow your thighs to close. A second finger is added then a third as he slowly takes his time stretching you out. Your cunt betrays you, soaking his gloved hand as he works a fourth finger inside then his entire; very large, fist inside you. The pleasure is overwhelming the pain and your whimpers have turned into moans and whines.
You want more and your body knows he's the one to give it to you.
The pressure in your lower belly grows as he pumps his fist inside you, pulling it out slowly so he can watch your hole stretch and listen to you whine your protest, before slowly pushing it back inside. Wet, lewd noises echo through the room tangled with your heavy panting and whining. The tingling sensation fills your core as your orgasm creeps closer, you shake your head not wanting to cum from this stranger fitting your abused cunt, but your body betrays you and as he yanks his fist out of you, your orgasm slams down and you spray cum.
Laughing the man stands and holds up his gloved hand. The thin material is coated in your slick. "What a good little victim for me." He praises as he drops his pants exposing his large and very hard cock. You whine louder and wiggle against your bindings, you realize you're not trying to escape; no, you want this now, you're desperate for this man to rape your swollen stretched cunt.
He chuckles softly as he rubs the head of his cock against, not your cunt like you were expecting but against your tight virgin ass. Your eyes grow wide and you fight your bindings as he holds you still with one hand and forces his cock into your ass. Your own slick as lube, but it's not enough. White hot pain pierces through you as you are stretched without prep or proper lubricant.
You cant help it a scream rips its way out of your throat before he wraps a hand around your throat cutting off the shrill noise. Your vision tunnels as he slowly starts pumping his cock into your ass. The pleasure is mixed with the pain and becomes harder to ignore as he releases your throat and focuses on raping your ass. Whimpers are the only noise you make as you give in and try your best to relax around his thick shaft.
A moan bubbles its way past your lips as his cock slips out of your ass and slams into your pussy, he's so big the tip of his cock kisses your cervix then makes the muscle relax and almost allows him entry into your womb before it's gone. He shoves it back into your ass and slaps your cunt with a gloved hand.
Several more times does he repeat this before you start to feel the familiar sensation of another orgasm building in your body. Shaking your head you fight it but his cock is too much, it feels too good and soon you can't help but moan and whine as your body betrays you. As soon as his cock breeches your cervix you cry out spraying around his cock, orgasming spectacularly. Then a familiar warmth spreads inside you as he shoots his hit seed deep into your waiting womb. "Good, now you're going to sit there and keep all that inside you so you get pregnant. Don't worry the meds I gave you will help make sure it takes."
A fantasy I've had for a long time and it recurs a lot is the idea of struggling to orgasm. Of not being able to and going to a doctor because I think I'm broken. The doctor listens to my story and then tells me to undress, but on a gown and get on the exam table, they needs to make sure there's nothing physically stopping me.
They leave me to change and then come back. They lift the gown, get my feet in the stirrups and tell me to show them how I masturbate. I do and as always nothing happens. It feels good, it feels really good but no orgasm.
They ask if they can feel around, see if they can figure out what's wrong and I agree. It starts with their gloved hands exploring my sex, I can't help but moan and I flush. They assure me it's totally normal and then move to stroke and rub my clit, I gasp and moan, my hips rocking into their touch. They praise me the whole time and I teeter on the edge so sharply it's almost painful until they flick my clit sharply and that snap of pain lights something up in me and I orgasm, I scream loudly as I buck on the bed, their gloved fingers working my clit as I writhe and sob.
When I calm down they're cooing praise and telling me what a good job I did. But they need to check a few more things. They put their mouth on me, licking and sucking at my clit until I'm begging them to make me cum again, the bite down and again the pain forces the orgasm out of me, them holding my clit between their teeth, sucking hard as I scream and sob.
I'm nearly delirious but I feel them push two fingers into my now dripping and twitching hole, they find my g-spot and rub it firmly, stick sucking my clit as I shake and tremble from my previous orgasm. They suck and finger me until I'm shaking and then bite my clit and force their fingers hard against my g-spot.
I lay on the table, completely blissed out as the stroke my shaking thighs. One more test they tell me and stand. I hear something that sounds like a zipper but I can't really tell. I scream as they thrust their cock/strap into my cunt. They grip my hips tight and start thrusting, forcing themself into me hard and deep, I can feel their tip hitting my cervix, I don't want to but I can feel myself getting wetter and needier.
I moan and start to buck my hips into them as they rape me. They purr praise at what a perfect little natural pain slut I am. They move a hand and pinch my clit, making me scream out in pleasure. They rape me to multiple orgasms until I'm nearly unconscious.
I'm so out of it I don't fight when they pull out, tug me a bit so my hips are off the table. They spread my cheeks and I try to say no but thrust into me and the pain of the violation makes me cum so hard I squirt. They bound my ass with no mercy until they're satisfied that they've wrung every orgasm out of me they can.
They sit on their chair and look at my wrecked body, touching themself until they get off and then stroke my hair. I did so good they tell me, everything is going to be okay now because I know what I am. I know how to orgasm now. They leave me laying there, trembling, twitching, unable to move from how many times I've cum. If other doctors, nurses, random patients enter the room and use me well, it's not their fault, my appointment is over, I should just go home right?
Going to a spa for a massage, feeling so relaxed when the masseuse starts to slide their hand under the sheet. You gasp and ask what's going on.
"Complimentary happy ending." They say, sliding their hand between you legs, stroking your slit.
"N-no...it's okay really." You try to move but they shove their fingers into you as you cry out.
Their other hand clamps over you mouth as their thumb starts to circle your tdick, fingers pumping in and out, "I insist."
You struggle but it starts to feel good, they curl their fingers inside you, stroking your gspot and you cry out against their hand, tears starting to slide down your cheeks.
"That's it, just let it happen, let it happen."
You're sobbing and moaning, torn between feeling violated and incredibly turned on. Their fingers moving inside you, their thumb circling and rubbing your tdick just right to make you start to move your hips into their movement.
They don't stop, their hand tight over your mouth as you scream out and orgasm, clenching around their fingers. They moan as they keep fingering you, flicking your little cock until your orgasm stop.
"Good boy."
They lift their hand off your mouth and stroke your hair as they pull their fingers out of you.
"W-why?" You sob, still not sure if you fully enjoyed it.
"Because I can." They lick their fingers clean and pull the sheet off your body, "And I'm not done with you yet."
You start shaking as they climb on the bed with you, lifting you legs over their shoulders as they lower their head to your dripping, twitching boycunt. You have a feeling it's going to be a long while before they're done with you as you start crying out as they suck your dick into their mouth.
You know how good it feels to have a Butch put their full weight on top of you?
Imagine them agreeing to lay on you. Youâre giddy, so excited that they agree to satiate your need for that lovely, comforting pressure. They ease their sturdy, strong body on top of you, laughing at how excited you are to be so close to them, to feel fully engulfed and protected.
You glimpse their jaw, the edge of their cocky smile, before they bury their face into your hair and sigh, settling in place.
(Noncon/dubcon, strap on sex, rough, degradation, coercion, butch/femme)
You wrap your arms around them in contentment. They press a kiss to your neck. You sigh and smile, feeling their kisses travel up to your ear. Their hands come to grip your waist tightly as they bite into your earlobe; the energy has changed. You squirm as they begin to suck the skin beneath your ear, their hips grinding what you realize is a hard packer against your pussy. You run your hands up the length of their back to try and soothe them, but they only begin to suck and bite and lick the skin of your neck more.
Their hands go to your thighs and part them, silently telling you to wrap your legs around their waist, and let them press their hard length against your crotch fully. They move one hand up your torso and under your hoodie, groping your breast and rolling your nipple between two fingers.
You whine and try to push them off, but they are so much stronger and bigger than you.
âCome on, not fair,â they whisper, reaching down to your pussy and checking your wetness. âYou didnât think I wouldnât get hard from this?â
You bite your lip, feeling naive and sheepish. âJust the tip, baby, please. Iâm fucking aching here.â
They rub their bulge against your damp panties. Without asking, they slide the wet cotton to the side and lightly probe your hole. You had gotten wet from the smell of them so close, the sight of their sly half smile, and of course, the feeling of their lips on your neck. You feel betrayed by your bodyâ itâs putting you in the position to get fucked, whether you like it or not. They grind into you one more time, and you can feel how big they are. You swallow a fearful moan.
Suddenly, their fly is being unzipped, and the hard head of their cock is against your clit. They tease you with it, your eyes rolling back and most of your resolve falling away. âJust the tip,â you remind them, and you feel them nod against your neck.
âMm hmm,â they say, and you both moan at the feeling of their cock lightly pushing into your pussy. They let their fingers dance against your clit. âOpen up for me, my love. Itâs just a little bit. There you go.â
You stroke their hair, hoping that theyâll pull out, let you grind against their bulge until they cum like you usually do. This is a step past what you were ready for, and you both know it. As they lightly pump the head of their cock in and out, you think about how they helped you build your desk, and hang up the pictures in your apartment, and bought you a drink. They are such a good butch to you, arenât they? Maybe they need a little reward.
Their hands are exploring your body now, shamelessly groping and gripping and tugging and squeezing. You gave an inch, and they are taking a mile. A particularly desperate squeeze to your tits makes you moan, and they bite into your shoulder.
âIâm sorry, love,â they whisper, and you pull their face out from your neck to give them a confused look. What are they apologizing for?
Your eyes meet, their brows knit together and lids low as they pant against your mouth. âIâm sorry, I need it,â they whisper, and slam the length of their cock into you.
You cry out, and they quickly cover your mouth with their own. As if to subdue you, they fuck you deep and slow, their own lips falling open and a litany of âoh fuckâ and âgood girlâ meet your screams. Their cock is huge, and your pussy burns from the incredibly stretch of being fucked so deep and so full.
You push against their shoulders until you physically give out. Your butch rises up and pulls your hoodie up and out of the way. the sight of you splayed out on your purple comforter, panties pulled to one side, tits bouncing free, pussy stretched around their big hard cock buried to a hilt inside of you. They grind their cock deeper in, drag your hand down to your clit, and make you play with yourself as they reach behind them. You do as they please, unable to fight them off now. Despite how uncomfortable it is, you canât deny how wet you are. Suddenly, their phone is in hand, and theyâre taking photos of you.
âPlease stop, it hurts,â you whisper, and they ignore you, marveling in the sight of their slick cock sliding in and out. They drop the phone after a few flashes go off, and they chuckle.
They donât stop fucking you, pressing the tip of their cock against your cervix and shuddering. âKeep playing with your little clit,â they say, spitting on your pussy. âItâll feel good in a sec, youâll see. Just lemme fucking cum. Be good.â
They place a hand on your lower belly and press into where you ache, where you feel totally past your limit, and they begin thrusting hard and sloppy, drunk on the feeling of your tight, wet warmth stroking their cock, and the feeling of finally claiming you.
Dimly, you think of the photos they took, and what theyâll do with them later. You think about the group chat theyâre in, with all of their handsome butch friends who often slap them on the back for dating you, who give you lingering hugs. Will they see the pictures?
âPlease, hurts,â you shudder out, and they replace your hand with their own, their thumb digging into your clit and swirling in tight circles. Your legs begin to shake.
âYou donât know how bad I need this, baby,â they say, gripping your hips. âJust take it. Please, baby keep fucking taking it. I know itâs big, I know.â
Their thrusts become particularly rough, and you begin to beg them to cum, unable to take it anymore. They slap your face and spit into your mouth before pressing their hand over your mouth. âIâll cum when I wanna, slut,â they said. âLet me use this pretty pussy of yours.â
Instinctively, you wrap your legs around their hips and draw them close. You can feel the dampness of their back through their thin shirt. Your mind begins to quiet as they bottom out inside of you. They abandon your clit to fully focus on their pleasure, but you notice how good it feels when their public bone presses into you. You moan and go slack, letting it happen.
âThatâs right, darlin,â they shudder, pulling out all the way before slamming back into you. âTake it.â
You nod into their hand, tears spilling out of your eyes. âYes, daddy,â you say, muffled.
In an instant, theyâre cumming in you. They throw their head back with a triumphant moan of release, rutting their cock in deep with each wave of pleasure. They take their hand away to see your face, fucked out and smeared in mascara and lipgloss and spit. They flash you a predatory grin as the shoot another load into you, before they fall back on top, crushing you again.
You realize now how badly they did need this. As your pussy fills with cum, you gently brush your fingers through their hair, grateful to be taken by such a passionate and loving butch. Their cock slowly slides out of you and they sigh, finally feeling relieved from your relentless teasing.
âWhat a good girl,â they whisper, kissing your face. âWhat a good girl for me.â
Later, as you get dressed, you spot them texting. A photo of you was sent to their group chat, your eyes closed, mouth agape, pussy stretched and rosy and drenched.
âFinally hit,â was what they had written. Several heart reactions were attached to your photo.
âSaved the pic,â wrote one Butch. âSo hot.â
Thinking about evil queen stepmothers⊠Instead of trying to kill you or curse you or exile you, she decides that the best way to gain the upper hand is to corrupt and control you. Itâs easy to gain your trust, you poor, motherless princess. You come to crave her gentle words and you barely even notice the poison inside them. She tells you what a good, sweet little thing you are, too naive to reign. She caresses your cheeks and sighs how beautiful you are, how vibrant and adorable, and too young and pretty to be respected. She consoles you in her arms whenever you feel sad, and she whispers how lovely it is that you can be open with her like this, that you trust her so much, how you can just let her handle everything that upsets you, especially as you are too fragile to bear the weight of the crown.
The queen has you lean on her for everything. What gown to wear to the ball, how to answer the letter of a neighboring kingdomâs prince. Soon you even ask her to teach you how to kiss, how to love. She smiles down at you and spreads your legs and tells you that only she would take the time to be this gentle with you. She has you mewling around her and she whispers against your neck how anyone else wouldâve already been much more selfish, taking their pleasure from you without any care if you are broken in the process.
She spreads you suddenly wider than you are comfortable with, pushes too deep, in an angle that hurts, and you cry out in fear and pain. Immediately, she shushes you, caresses and soothes the pain, kisses it all better. That was just to show what she could do to you. What anyone else in her stead would do to you. Constantly. Arenât you so thankful to have her be the one to take you and guide you through this?
Forget your royal blood, princess. You are nothing but a child in her arms. Or maybe a pet. Maybe youâre just nothing. Your fingers are not meant to hold the scepter, but to sink into her. Your tongue is not made for speeches, but to be ridden by her. For all your titles, only she can give you any meaning. You cling onto the queen and you beg for her to stay with you forever, to keep you, to tell you what to do. What kind of stepmother would say no?
When the king dies under mysterious circumstances, it wonât be you who will be coronated. You abdicate your birthright willingly. No one has to force the golden chain around your neck, or make you kneel beside the throne. You lay down at your queen stepmotherâs feet like a trained dog, ready to service her at any moment. The whole court can now see how the heir to the throne is relegated to a royal concubine, to put it kindly.
But isnât it such a relief to finally know your place in the world, princess?
-different anon- I would do annnyyything to see more bottle of alcohol + anal
Well youâre lucky this is something Iâve been wanting to write for a hot minute then!
So, Iâm just thinking about going to a party here. Things are kind of crowded and I donât know anybody too well, but the chaos is just the perfect way to get me to take a couple of shots. Then, when Iâm tipsy, someone forces me over the arm of a couch and pulls my pants down. Before I can even protest, already struggling to get my bearings, someone else pins my arms to the couch, and I feel the opening of a bottle pressed against my ass, and before long, the cold liquid is pouring into me, deeper and deeper each passing moment. I gasp at the sensation, squirming uncomfortably - but I canât say anything before someone shoves their cock down my throat and starts using my face like a fleshlight. I choke and gag, unintentional tears running down my face as I struggle to breathe, alcohol still flooding me. I can already feel it making things worse, my head fuzzy, the room starting to spin.
The first person finishes using my throat, and pulls out of me. I gasp for breath, but I donât get a break before someone else has taken their place, gripping my hair to keep me still while they pound into me. Meanwhile, the first bottle of alcohol is empty, so it gets pulled away - only to immediately be replaced by another one, only further intensifying the full feeling. I feel two fingers slide into my pussy, and unintentionally, my eyes roll back in my head and I let out a strangled moan. Someone laughs and makes fun of me for being wet. Meanwhile, the second person finishes with my throat, but another takes their place, and I just know, even past the alcohol completely addling my brain, that my throat wonât be free for the rest of the evening.
The fingers in my pussy are increased from two, to three, to four. I moan and whimper pathetically, just laying limp at this point, completely and utterly unable to resist. Another bottle of alcohol replaces the second, with a wider neck - which probably means an even bigger bottle. I feel the liquid swirling around inside of me, my stomach bloated and rounded out just slightly with volume alone. Itâs to the point where Iâm aching from it - and that ache, that tight feeling isnât helped when whoever is fingering me finally loses patience and just slides their entire hand into me, fisting me brutally while my guts are already so stretched.
The cycle continues like that, people fucking my throat, alcohol being emptied into me, my pussy being ruthlessly fisted and stretched. I canât help but cum over and over and over again, the entire room a blur, everyone around me a blur, every sensation alien and scary and intense and so good. Finally - finally -Â whoever is filling my ass seems to have had their fill, apparently greatly enjoying my swollen belly and completely hammered state as they press down on my midsection, making me squirm weakly.
The current bottle neck is removed from my ass - but Iâm not given any time to empty myself as the base of a thick bottle, bigger than a standard beer bottle, is pushed into me, deeper and deeper and deeper until my hole closes around the neck. The hand finally comes out of my pussy - but Iâm not given any rest as a cock immediately takes its place, and I hear someone laugh and say, âthis drunk slut should make for a good urinal!â
Out looking for new clothes when the sales assistant comes over to ask if you need help
You recognise her, you went to high school together and she always had it out for you, teasing you in the halls and humiliating you in front of your friends. You go to leave but she doesnât seem to remember you.
She seems nice and you smile as she gives you some outfit recommendations until you go to take the clothes to the changing rooms and she stops you
She does remember you, and sheâs missed embarrassing you.
Makes you change in the middle of the store
Youâre partially concealed behind the racks of clothing but you can see all the people walking by and the other employees in the store.
She helps you strip and get into the new outfits
The second your jeans are off she grabs the hem of your panties and tugs at them to create a thong then lets them snap back onto your hips causing you to let out a shocked squeal.
She brings you in front of the full length mirror and starts adjusting your clothes to her liking, much more revealing than youâd normally wear.
The skirt she picked sits low on your hips, showing off your tight whale tail, which she plucks at again just to see you squirm.
Your skin tingles everywhere she touches and your hearts in your throat as she pulls down your shirt
Your stomach flips as she gropes your chest and pinches your nipples, making you watch in the mirror.
She smiles as she shoves a hand down your panties and starts to play with you, her other hand forcing your face towards the mirror, teasing you and laughing at your moans and laboured breathes
You donât want to, but you feel the pressure building the more her fingers play with your crotch and nipples
Even though youâre no longer being forced, you watch as your face turns bright red and your chest rises and falls quickly. You hump her hand, youâre close, so close when she lets you go
She steps back and chuckles at your surprised face, youâre so desperate you almost ask her to keep going but you can tell by how she smirks at you that thatâs not going to happen
She leaves you half naked and humiliated, still eager to cum, when another sales assistant turns up at your side.
Of course you keep your losers in lockers - itâs simply the most efficient storage. Hereâs the best three hook set up to make sure your dork is kept in line.
The first one is the lowest, where you store a nerd when they havenât annoyed you or they did good on your homework. It keeps their wedgie tight (duh) but just that - barely painful, feet flat on the floor, just a constant reminder of their place. Only good dweebs get rewarded with the first hook, and they should thank you for it.
The next hook is deceptively only about six inches higher, but any loser can tell you with a cringing memory of pain that those inches make a major difference. This second hook is where most dorks spend the majority of their time. Toes just barely brushing the ground as they dangle, their wedgie pulled up to their neck. It gives them a false sense of control, even as their squirming just makes it tug worse.
Finally, the highest hook. Most nerds will start begging and crying if you say theyâre getting the third hook, knowing that theyâre going to be left hanging completely off the ground, helplessly suspended by their wedgie splitting them in half. This is where really annoying bully bait goes. Make sure to keep them there until theyâre just hanging helplessly, knowing thereâs nothing they can do but wait for your mercy.
Of course, you can double this set up on the opposite wall and hook the front leg holes up as well. Either at the same hook as the back, or if youâre particularly creative, different ones. The most pathetic dweebs get the highest hooks for both sides.
held open by straps and clamps? gotta get all that out of the way if you want to play with me. labia spread wide. clit clipped, painful and good all at once
you open me with a speculum, spread as wide as it can go. im blindfolded, cant see
hands and fingers push inside me and feel all around, rub at my poor little clitty. i hear cameras snapping between my legs
embarassing comments on how pretty pink i am inside, how soft i feel. maybe im forced to cum while still held open so everyone can see my insides twitch. anonymous hands and nothing i can do as they force me to cum again and again for their research.
The shrimp tie: you try to pull away but all you can do is open your legs up wider for him to press the vibrator harder and take your teasing ever deeperâŠÂ
