So "Heather Gets Her Wish" is the most popular thing I've ever posted here; here is the website I got it from, liberated from 2008-era HTML, moderately detypoed and grammarized, and lovingly restored to face the second quarter of the century. I even added some stories from before the Tumblr porn ban; I would say "from when this site had balls" but of course the whole point of these stories is to remove the external genitals, so. If you liked Heather getting the chop, please enjoy her in her original context!
NB: I do not own any of these stories and some of them frankly squick me. The Pornopocalypse was a disaster but there was, to be honest, the kernel of a reason in there; the pre-2000s Internet was a wild place and some of its stories will kill the average latte-sipping Gen Z kinkster. Be warned and take care accordingly.
I dont know if its already thought of but do you know the torture method where they put a bucket of water overhead and then drop of water will slowly fall continuously until the victim mind break. This with clit torture. Where the water is kept above the clit and it falls repeatedly over the course of time
OH THIS IS SO SO SO GOOD!
She was frozen, on her back, trapped in an elegant tangle of limbs and restraints. Legs drawn back and upwards, knees bent and spread wide, held in place with her own arms, rope forcing her forearms and lower legs together in a way that keeps her entirely spread. The position was absolute, her pussy presented and opened to the empty air and the horrible contraption above.
A polished reservoir of water was held in place directly above her with a drip valve perfectly in line over her clit. Already, there was a single droplet of water gathering, the cohesion of the liquid holding it together for as long as physics would allow.
Until it fell.
It was a shock of pure, focused cold. A tiny, icy bullet striking the single most concentrated bundle of nerves in her body. Her entire frame jolted against the restraints, a gasp ripped from her throat. The cold was a pain, sharp and clean.
Eight seconds later, another droplet fell. Her clit contracted, trying to retreat, but the position and the exposure made it impossible. The cold water beaded on the swollen flesh before trickling away.
Another eight seconds. She held her breath, waiting, her nerves screaming in anticipation. The drop hit. Another flinch and shudder, a muted whine coming from her throat.
In a desperate attempt to protect the delicate tissue, blood began to flood her clit, a physiological response to the cold. It brought warmth. It brought swelling. It brought a throbbing, aching sensitivity.
The next drip sent her hips straining in a minute, helpless spasm. Then, in the long, agonizing pause in between drips there was only the sensation of her pounding heart and the aching, swollen fullness between her legs, the air cold on her wet skin. The anticipation was a vise around her lungs.
A single, isolated drop again. She whimpered.
The targeted, piercing cold seemed to bypass skin and go straight to the nerve cluster beneath.
Time bled together, measured only in drops and her body’s tortured response. The cold was still there, a relentless, focused shock, but beneath it, a deep, unwanted heat was building. Her body, unbalanced by the relentless stimulation of the nerve bundle, began to interpret the signals through a haze of exhaustion and overload.
Waves of treacherous warmth would follow after every drop, a pathetic, involuntary pulse of arousal from her betrayed core. Her cunt, ignored and exposed, began to leak. Her wetness dripped down onto the steel table beneath her, a shameful counterpoint to the icy drops from above.
Her clit was no longer just sensitive, it became a throbbing, engorged epicenter of her universe. Soon it wasn’t just the drop of water that was torturous. The time in between became a haunting suffering filled with craving. Because when the water fell, it meant she got to feel something.
Another drop. Her overwhelmed (but understimulated) cunt clenched hard around nothing, a violent, empty spasm that brought her to the very edge of something before the sensation vanished, leaving her trembling and hollow.
Her body shook with a fine, constant vibration, the tremor of a system pushed far beyond its limits. Her mind was fracturing. There were no more thoughts of escape, of resistance, of time, of anything. There was only the swollen, burning nerve of her clit, the slick drip between her thighs, water combined with her own wetness, the sheer longing for the next… inevitable… drop.
Her pupils were dilated wide, black pools swallowing the irises, fixed on nothing. Her clit, twitching, swollen, and painfully prominent, throbbed under every bead of icy water.
There was no pleasure, only the raw, mechanical fact of the response. With each drip, her core shuddered. They weren’t the powerful, rhythmic contractions of orgasm, but weak, twitching spasms, each one a desperate cry for help with no one to listen to.
If she’d had enough coherence to look at the reservoir of water above her, she would have seen that it was still more than half full and there was no one coming to save her.
Note: Now imagine it's dripping an aphrodisiac instead of just water...
I’ve always had an office sex fantasy. I imagine walking in after hours. Locking the door behind me. Watching them watch me slowly walk towards their desk as I strip off my shirt. Watch their eyes fill with hunger and need at the sight of me. I’d bite my lip as I hear every item from their desk hit the floor as they clear the desk for me. I love the idea of walking into a room and becoming the most important thing to do in it. Them showing me by picking me up and placing me on their desk. I’d feel their lips frantically exploring my neck as I start unbuckling their belt. Then we’d start making out with my legs wrapped around their waist. I’d moan at the feeling of them grinding into me making sure I knew they were packing. I think about being pulled off the desk and turned around so that they’re behind me taking out their butch cock and pulling down my pants, rubbing it against my already drenched boxers. Oh god, the thought of being slowly fucked from behind by a hot butch in their suit while I’m holding onto a desk for dear life. It makes me weak
I have a thick wooden bedposts at the foot of my bed and I’m obsessed with the thought of tying you up and fisting your ass until your hole is gaping wide open, then pickup up your helpless bound body and pressing you down onto my bedpost. Even with your ass pre-stretched, it would be almost too big, and I’d have to force you down onto the post’s huge square girth. But once it’s buried deep inside you, you’ll be stuck hanging there, bound tight and unable to support yourself as the weigh of your body pulls your downward, forcing the bedpost further into your ass until it’s buried all the way inside you. I think I’d leave you bound and gagged and hanging there as decoration, stored until I’m ready to use you again
Ohhhh yes please 🤤🤤
I'd already struggle to fit your fist inside my tiny ass.. I'm sure the bedpost would ruin my hole and once you decide to use me again, my hole will be lose and prolapsed.. I'd love to feel it hanging between my tighs..
*girl who recently killed herself*: and i guess i just couldn't live in that kind of isolation anymore. I felt like this was the last place i could ever hope to be myself.
*her guardian angel, balls-deep inside her, wondering if she really needs to tell this girl that she's been steering her into depression and suicidal ideation for the past few years just so she could fuck her in the afterlife*: damn babe, that sucks.
The doctor says I need a serious proceedure to retain my mental and physical wellbeing. I arrive in the hospital, and am asked to remove my clothes and put on a gown. The preparation seems intensive. The nurses shave me, monitor me, put me on an IV, and give me an enema while I'm in my hospital room. The doctor arrives after a number of hours. He explains little, but presses upon the urgent nature of my need for exploratory eexamination and treatment. Next, he asks me a number of questions about my sex life, preferences, identity, and my habits regarding masturbation. I answer honestly, shamefully, and the doctor only replies with the fact that what I've told him proves his feelings of urgency right. I need correction. Psychosexual adjustment. I'll be ceasing any unapproved activity, but first, they must examine the extent of the damage. I feel ashamed as I do terrified as the doctor has me transferred into a gurney and shuttled down the hallway. I shoot up in fear as soon as we reach the hallway, but the team of doctors and nurses in the room subdue me. I am stripped of my gown and restrained at the wrist. My legs are lifted into stirrups and strapped down as I feel a needle pierce my skin once again. The drug they'd chosen was only the half of it. More straps go over my body as they fit a mask over my head. If feel horribly exposed in front of these people, and worse, terrified. My mind swims through the haze of sedation as they begin to place drapes over me. My legs, body, and face all partitioned and covered. The only skin of mine showing lies directly between my legs. I try move as the doctor inspects me. They take photos and measurements, sometimes I can feel several fingers on me, making sure to inspect every inch of the outside of my vagina, my clit, and my folds. The occasional prod at my already uncomfortable anus is worse. Im only able to produce a faint groan beneath the mask strapped onto my face as I feel the doctor insert his fingers. They inspect me for what feels like hours, stimulating me, documenting me, and forcing me to orgasm on their gloved hands. They use an ultrasound, probing me, and speculums with a stretch my body can't resist because of the gas forced into my lungs. I groan in pain as I feel them press a steel rod into my cervix, fingers on my clitoris to ease the pain of the procedure. They force me to orgasm with the sound inside, behind my sheet, I weep in pain and humiliation and arousal. I cannot escape this place. Trapped here underneath the bright lights of my undoing. I can only endure it.
In the mood to methodically torture every inch of a cute sub boy’s pussy. Showing him all the tools I’m about to use on him while he’s immobilised. Clamps stretching his labia wide so I can see everything, then pumping up his tdick until it’s unbelievably swollen. Leaving it there until he’s crying and begging then continuously flicking it with my finger, each time harder than the last. Using a skewer to poke around all his most sensitive parts, caning him with it, making him thrash and laughing at his reaction. Pinching the head, slapping it around. Clamping his inner labia now, seeing how far it’ll stretch. Like he’s a little experiment. Then snapping on a pair of latex gloves, lubing him up then rubbing his poor swollen tdick so well, so methodically. Intermittently placing a vibe on the head until he’s right on the edge. Then removing it and going right back to poking it with the skewer. Repeating this process until I break him 🥰
The flat hand thing is so correct, and I’ve thought about this clip like four times a week since i saw it like ten years ago. That is NOT a noise she intended to make
I would get you comfortable first, knowing how this is going to end for you. I do a little striptease for you to spice it, and to finally show you my ovipositor. Then I get on top of you, tracing your chest, your belly, knowing this will be the last time it’s going to be flat. I finally start the action, I spread your legs and ease my way inside. I go slow. And then faster… and faster…I see you grab the sheets, moan more and more, being unable to keep it in. I feel the same way too. Finally the climax—I unleash myself inside you. And then I step away. This is where the real fun begins.
You see, the eggs inside you right now are like caviar, covered in an aphrodisiac slime. And you’re already burning up, which is enough for them to immediately start them incubating…and growing.
You feel pressure inside you as they grow from pea to marble size, your cheeks going red hot. Nobody is touching you and yet you feel on the verge of coming. You moan as the marbles become golf sized balls, your abdomen now a cute baby bump. There’s a soft glow underneath your skin. You roll your eyes, unable to keep it in anymore. The baby bump suddenly becomes a belly halfway through pregnancy as the eggs pop into tennis ball size like popcorn one by one.
You look so cute right now. But I’m not satisfied. I want to see you pinned down by your own weight. I want to see you look like you’re due with twins.
So I step back in, caress your belly, feeling proud of my self… and then I spread you open again, ready to repeat this cycle once more.
Let’s see how big you can get.
As much as I love feeling each egg sliding in, there's something special about that - the thick slime inside, warm and comforting, but how it feels to grow from the inside - that inexorable stretch, irresistible as I'm swollen, pinned by my own weight and unable to stop it growing ...
Of course I might whine and complain a little but my legs would spread so willingly for you to fill me more, craving that delicious spreading - maybe if you put more clutches in they'll come out so slowly you can always put more in...
Maybe after the second I'll insist... you can fit one more, right..?
I wake up groggy, head pounding, limbs restrained, mouth gagged. The cold metal of the examination table bites into my skin as I squirm against the thick leather straps pinning my wrists and ankles down.
He leans over me, eyes burning with sadistic amusement. I whine behind the gag, mouth too stuffed to make any coherent noises. His fingers trail along my inner thigh, humming a playful tune before giving my flesh a sharp, stinging pinch. "Look who decided to wake up!" He tilts his head, grinning. "Took you long enough, I was getting bored waiting."
With a smirk, he presses a button on the side of the table and a mechanical whirring fills the room as stirrups snap into place, forcing my legs apart.
His free hand suddenly presses down on my lower belly, fingers digging in just enough to make me whimper and squirm. "So sensitive," he coos, "You are going to be so fun to play with."
His thumb circles my entrance, teasing, before he plunges two fingers in without warning, crooking them upward ruthlessly. "Mm, you're already so sloppy. Bet you didn’t even realize your body could react like this, did you?"
A cruel laugh escapes him as he adds a third finger, stretching me obscenely, his other hand palming my stomach again, pressing down, forcing me to feel how deep he’s reaching. I scream behind the gag as painful pleasure shoots through my body.
He presses his fingers deeper and I arch my back against the restraints. Then I feel it, his fingers graze against my deepest spot and my whole body shudders.
"Oh, that’s your cervix, sweet thing. You can feel it, can’t you? Does that hurt? Or did you like that?" His grin widens as I whimper. "I think you liked that."
He leans in close, breath ghosting over my ear. "Don’t fret, I’ll make sure you like this."
With that, he withdraws his fingers only to replace them with something thicker, colder. I whine from the stark temperature contrast as metal slides into my pussy. A medical-grade speculum clicks open, forcing me wider, exposing my desperately dripping cunt completely under the harsh overhead lights. "There we go," he coos, tapping the metal dismissively, making it send vibrations through me. "Much better view."
His fingers return, this time circling my cervix directly, rubbing slow, torturous circles, stimulating me in a way my body doesn’t know how to cope with. I clench, jerking against the restraints but he just tuts, amused. "Ah-ah. Don’t fight me, sweet girl," he teases.
His fingers press harder, the pressure against my cervix mirroring a different kind of pressure building within me. He’s going to make me cum like this.
He grins devilishly at me as he presses deeper and gives my clit a harsh pinch with his free hand.
A choked gasp rips from my throat as my body betrays me, gushing around his hand. He throws his head back and laughs, delighted. "Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic." He pulls his hands away and wipes his glistening fingers on my thigh, smirking down at my wrecked expression.
"Don’t worry, pretty thing. We’re just getting started."
The hum of a toy fills the room. A thin, precise electric probe, buzzing faintly. My body trembles against the restraints, slick with sweat, every shallow breath hitching as his free hand lazily traces circles over my clit, just hard enough overstimulate my raw nerves.
"Oh, pretty girl, you’re shaking," he coos. "We just started and you’re so desperate already." His thumb grinds down suddenly, forcing a choked whine from my throat as the pleasure washes over me. Then he tsks, pulling away just as my hips twitch up. "Ah-ah. No, no, no chasing, you don’t get to choose when you get pleasure. I do."
He smiles at me before pressing the toy against my clit without warning. A jolt of electricity lances through me, sharp, bright, just shy of pain. My back arches violently, a scream tearing loose behind the gag as my muscles seize. He laughs, delighted, and does it again. And again.
"Look at you—convulsing like a broken toy," he sneers, dragging the probe lower, tracing along my soaked cunt. "You’d think your body would have some dignity, but no. It’s just begging for more." The electric probe flicks my entrance. “You know, that speculum should be a perfect conductor for this electricity. Should we find out what happens when they meet?”
He doesn’t wait for my response and plunges the toy into me, electricity crackling against my walls and the metal holding me open. My vision goes white as the shock hits every inch of my dripping pussy. I writhe, sobbing, but he only presses deeper, angling it up—
Zap.
My scream fractures as the current slams into my g-spot, my hips jerking helplessly. "There it is!" He croons, watching my thighs quiver. "That’s the spot, isn’t it? The one that makes you drip like a filthy little thing." Another shock, harder this time. My vision whites again out as my cunt clenches, gushing around the toy and the speculum.
But he doesn’t stop there.
The cold metal clicks wider, exposing my cervix to the chilled air. He exhales, amused, as the delicate tissue flutters under his gaze. "Oh, that’s sensitive I’m sure," he murmurs. I thrash and beg behind the gag, a pit of dread building in my stomach as I realize what he plans to do.
He ignores my protests and taps my cervix with the probe, just once, lightly, no electricity yet. I sob as the unbearable sensation shoots through me. Then he grins and—
ZAP.
I screech, body bowing off the table as agony-pleasure erupts from my core, my cunt spasming, squirting in pathetic, helpless bursts. He watches, enthralled, as I choke on my own drool, tears streaking my face.
Another shock against my cervix. My vision blurs, hips jerking wildly as another orgasm is ripped from me. Tears stream down my face, my breath coming in broken sobs, but he doesn’t stop. He leans in, his breath hot against my ear.
"You’re not even trying to resist. Just taking it like a good little toy. Go on, scream for me. Let me hear how ruined you are."
He cranks the voltage higher.
My world implodes.
Electricity carves through me like a blade, my cunt pulsing, my voice breaking into a shattered wail as I squirt again for him, my body writhing in overstimulated agony. He moans at the sight, pressing the probe even deeper, forcing my cervix to take it, to feel it, until all I can do is convulse against my restraints.
"Perfect." He purrs, finally pulling back to admire his handiwork, my wrecked, trembling body, dripping cunt, and tear-streaked face. "You really are such a treat to break."
He pats my thigh, grinning. "Now let’s see how many more I can force out of you before you pass out."
The toy crackles again as he waves it tauntingly at me. I whimper and his laugh is the last thing I can remember as my mind buckles under his torment.
I'm the prince of a nation at war and I've been captured by the enemy commander along with the leader of my army. The enemy commander takes one look at me and decides I'll be useful as a cumhole for him and his men and strips me naked, ripping my clothes to shreads. My army leader kicks and screams trying to escape his bonds to save me. The enemy soldiers force him onto his knees and the enemy commander throws my naked form down in front of him. He gets down and presses my face into my army leaders crotch before propping my hips up and slamming his hard cock into me. I scream and cry while he pounds me, my face grinding against my army leaders hardening cock. I feel hot cum filling my womb and I can't stop myself cumming on the enemy commanders cock. He pulls out and hot seed gushes down my legs. He gives his soldiers a signal and they all descend on me at once, fucking and filling all my holes with massive loads of cum while my army leader watches, his cock throbbing in his pants. Once the enemy army is done with me and I'm a cum soaked mess, their attention is drawn back to him. They rip the front of his pants open and his huge cock comes bouncing out, drawing some wolf whistles and jeers from the the soldiers. He tries to maintain his composure, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut while they stroke and tease his cock. After they've teased him for a few minutes two of the soldiers pick my limp body up off the ground and bring me over to him. They spread my legs open and push the head of his cock into my wrecked boycunt. The rest of his cock slides in easily until hes bottomed out in me and the soldiers leave me sitting limply in his lap. They tie us up in that position, leaving us there with his cock buried right against my cervix, occasionally rutting his hips against me which makes me clench and cum on him. He cums in me over and over, each time telling me how sorry he is and that hes going to get us out of here, but I'm fine with staying in this position a little while longer
gangbangs are usually depicted as this very rough thing, a handful of people just selfishly using whoever is at the center, passing them around, taking their pleasure without much care. and that’s fucking hot.
but, consider: romantic gangbang. being deeply in love with the four people fucking you. we’re all here for your pleasure, for your emotional satisfaction as well as physical. showering you with love and adoration and affection and praise as we worship every inch of you. us working together to maximize your pleasure, cooperating with the goal of getting you so utterly lost in it you feel like you are just floating on a cloud.
you just lie back and close your eyes, having no idea whose fingers or tongue or cock is in you at any given time. you don’t know who is currently sucking and biting your nipples, or who is kissing your neck and pushing their fingers into your mouth, or who is taking a fistful of your hair and turning you toward them to plant a kiss on your head. you don’t bother to figure out whose cock is thrusting into you with vigor, or whose tongue presses against your clit shortly after they pull out. you just know you are in a room with 4 people who would do anything for you.
you don’t have to worry about whether we are enjoying it. it’s impossible for us not to, with you at the center. it’s impossible to not be pleasured by your body, so very beautiful and delightful and delicious as it is. we do use you for our pleasure, but only in the way we know you like, and we do it so sweetly and caringly, because we all love you so very much.
Love it when the villain rewards his feral snapping guard dog of a henchman one of the hero's little friends to play with. Hero really thought that all the wolf and dog comments were just jokes until he hears his best friend squealing into the floor as the henchman's knot is forced inside him
Thinking about getting tied up in a forest, my feet barely touching the ground and a rope against my cunt holding me up. I’d get off from rubbing myself against the rope a few times with a vibrator in me before they change the ropes, looping them around my thighs so that I’m spread open and at the perfect height to fuck after they slap my pussy red. I’d be unable to resist as they pounded into me, and they’d leave me nice and hung up so that we could watch their cum leak out of me. And if some fellow hikers happen to pass by and want to participate, of course we’d let them, they could take pictures of my cunt as a souvenir - it’s only fair that they don’t leave empty handed after giving me such a great gift. Maybe we’d even tell them to come back later, leave the rope strung up with some more pictures for them to have
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