I want to rape you in front of your family so they can watch how much of a fucking slut you are while I bounce you on my cock and hear your little uh uh uh uh and barely suppressed moans.
Violate the good little girl they worked so hard to raise all these years, just to watch you drool your braincells out onto the floor while i break you into the new shameless fuckslut you're becoming.
They can hear your brain turning to mush with every wet plap your cunt makes as i pound it relentlessly with my hard cock.
Let's make our new family right in front of them ❤️
Still obsessed with the idea of gender-affirming misogyny. Just treating a girl like absolute garbage, smacking her ass when she walks past me, making wilding inappropriate comments about her body in public, cumming on her IG photos and sending pics of the aftermath to her, belittling all her interests and insulting her at every opportunity. This is all to help her obviously! Totally not just me taking advantage of her for my own sick pleasure. And definitely not me trying to break down her will and get her turned on by me being a misogynistic womanizing pervert!
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🥰🥰🥰 yes! that is how trans women deserve to be treated. thank you for being a great ally to the girlies around you!!! if all my friends treated me like porn and showed me the aftermath of their work, if they knew to always sexualize me, id be always happy knowing i am being seen as a woman <3
i want a man to force me to have plastic surgery so that i can look like a beautiful blowup bimbo doll!! feeling my new big plastic tits and thick puffy lips while im being groped and used like a perfect fuckdoll!!
I want my body to look made for sex. The ultimate submission is modifying your body for someone else.
Imagine random filler appointments. 😍The forced diet and exercise if they didn’t like how I was looking 😍 Until I looked perfect enough to be used by his friends 🤤🤤
At a certain point, you just have to accept that you're nothing but a dumb ditzy milk cow. A walking pair of udders, made to be teased and tugged and played with.
It feels so good to think about, doesn't it? There's no worry as a cow, no pressure, except for the pressure building up inside your udders, waiting for the overwhelming pleasure of being milked.
It's so satisfying to put those teats of yours on display. Low-cut tops, no bra, even just walking, and eventually crawling, around the house completely topless. It's just so much better for everyone to see your greatest assets.
Dumber and happier every time they're ogled, squeezed, massaged and groped. That rush of pleasure just washing over your brain so easily, irresistibly, and leaving you giggly and floaty as your udders only feel more and more arousal.
I wonder how long you'll try and resist? Will you fight these urges, struggle against the natural compulsion to keep your udders exposed and ready?
Or are you already clumsily tugging at your teats, pulling your shirt off to show off like a good cow?
Awww, silly heifer. Can't help but shake and bounce those udders, and can't resist giving me a nice, long...
I’d purchased the little hobby dairy farm a almost 10 years ago. It wasn’t a huge place , but large enough for privacy and allowed me to pursue some of my kink interests too..
Sara was the neighbour’s girl, and over the decade I’d gotten to know the family, and, of course watched her blossom from a cute little girl into a beautiful young woman. Over the years she would stop by my place, she semed to like the cows, and the dogs I had to watch over them., and when she did we would talk about most anything. Often, I think, topics she didn’t feel comfortable talking to her parents about. So when she stopped by that day on her college break, it was unexpected, but not surprising.
The dogs barked letting me know someone had arrived, and I went downstairs, seeing Sara’s car pulling up. I waited on the porch for her. I must have taken her five minutes to et from her car to the porch, petting each of the dos as the ran around her and between her legs. Collee was good to her, she had definitely filled out in all the right places. “Hir Mr. A” she said as she climbed the few short steps to the porch.
‘Good to see you, Sara, how are your folks?”
“not sure, I stopped here first. My spring break plans fell through. I guess they’ll be surprised to see me, my phone went dead hours ago and I couldn’t call cause I forgot my charger.”
“Sorry to hear that, come on inside, and we can commiserate over a cup of coffee”
I opened the door to let her in, and turned to follow. Making coffee, we chatted about how her plans had fallen through, how college life was, the usual sort of banter.
“Well, I need to go check on the barn, want to tag along?”
She agreed eagerly, I never did really understand why she liked the cows so much, but I grabbed a few apples on the way out , the cows always liked them. When we got to the barn, I turned to the old laptop I had there to record daily production numbers, and she, take the apples in hand, wandered further in, stopping to feed apples to a couple of the girls. I finished up quickly and went to follow her and just as she turned, her eyes fell on something I’d forgotten I had left set up in one the stalls/ “”what the hell is that?” she asked. What’ she’d laid eyes on was the “milking frame” that I had not bothered to put away after the weekend’s fun with a woman from the city.
Not wanting to shock her too much, “it’s a bondage frame, had some kinky friends from the city over this weekend and never to around to cleaning it up., I seem to remember you liked a bit of bondage…”
She blushed a little, even though we had often had conversations about topics like that before, but I’d never shown her the kit, and certainly not the hucow milking frame. “well I do but…”
“But?” and my horny brain kicked in reminding me to always strike while the iron is hot, “Want to try it out? Just to see?”
I could see the curiosity mixed with nervousness running across her face, so I took her by one wrist and my other hand in the small of her back and guided her over to it. “just lean over that bar, put your arms here and here, guiding each wrist int place, and then snapping the first cuff then the second shut before she really knew what had happened. She struggled playfully a bit, not knowing what to make of this, the “nice man” who had let her play with his cows and dogs was suddenly had her bound in his barn. I next secured the waist strap, and then, “for the full effect we should do your ankles too..” , and not really waiting for an answer I locked each angle to the floor posts as well. Now relax and enjoy it Sara.
I stepped back to admire her for a moment, the position of course left her tits handing down, and prominently displayed the curve of her ass, especially in her tight jeans. You just wait there Sara, I have to finish up a few things.
I went back to the house, fished her car keys out of her purse, and moved her car into the equipment shed, pulled the sim card out of her dead phoneand then picked up my toy back and headed back to the barn where I found her struggle pointlessly against the shackles.
“Now I I do want you to get the full effect.” Pulling a ball gag out of the bag, I heled her nose, and then pushed it into her pretty young mouth and buckled it behind her head securely.
“actually, Sara, this is a milking frame… girls, or rather hucows, get milked in it. And you’ll make a very pretty hucow.
Taking up the EMT shears my kit I began to methodically cut her clothes away, until she was naked. She struggled, but the frame made sure that they were pointless. And for the first time I got to truly see how grown up she was. As her jeans came away I could see, that despite her struggles, her thin panties were wet, and cutting those away revealed a freshly waxed cunt. I supposed she had been planning for some adult fun during her 2 week break. Well, Mr A was going to provide just that, though perhaps not exactly what she had had in mind.
I reached for the milking machine, turning it on, the steady thump-thump of the motor starting the sucking at the two cups which I rapidly affixed to each hanging udder, the sucking pulling her nipples deep into the cups. She screamed through the ball gag as the suction stretched her nipples. The pump however was relentless.
In time, she’d start to lactate, they all do.
I left her like that for a few minutes, then fishing in my toy back I pulled out the little u-shaped vibrator, pushing it into her, and the outer arm pressing right against her clit, I turned it on, the programmed settings starting low, then building over time, only to cycle back down. The cycled specifically timed to never let her cum, over time the high intervals got less frequent and shorter.
She struggled, but the machines are relentless. I designed them to be. The human body responds to stimuli. Even when a girl may not want it to. And Sara’s body responded, the constant building of her arousal, matched with the pumping of her young tits would in time forever link the two. I let the first milking got on for 30 minutes. Longer than necessary, from a physical standpoint, but necessary to start breaking her young mind. The machine finally stopped, the cups dropping away as the suction released. I looked at my new hucow’s nipples, large and engorged from the extended milking session, and I got the balm out, Turning the vibrator back on, I began to massage the balm into her painfully distended and chafed nipples. I took my time, being gentle, and whispering soothing words to her telling her it was going to all be OK. Satisfied that she had been properly cared for I packed my things and left her. I set the vibrator to run on low, and packed my things, leavin her locked in the milking frame, shuddering with the constant arousal.
Suction alone would take four to six weeks, and I didn’t have that much time. Her trip had been only scheduled for 2 weeks, though her break should be a full month. So this was going to need some medical assistance. Fun thing about running a farm is you can easily get access to almost any veterinary medication. And most of those work just the same on humans. Funny thing is, we share almost 90% of our DNA with other mammals. Like dairy cattle. And running a dairy farm you get access to lactation increasing hormones easily. Some math to adjust the doses, and I was set. I then prepared some food for her, she was going to need it after all this. High calorie stuff, with the right herbs to help lactation mixed in too. Returning to the barn to check on my new hucow, I found her sobbing through her gag. The shock was probably wearing off. Before removing the gag I gave her the first hormone injection. “Don’t worry Sara, it’s OK sweetie. It’s just going to help you produce faster.”
When I removed the gag the begging started. “please please please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I promise, just let me go…” I paid no head to her words. “you need to eat Sara.” And I offered her a spoonful of her food, She of course refused it. I expected that at first. But offering it was important, she had to know she was going to be cared for. Opened a bottle of water, dropped a straw in it and offered it to her as well. As expect she turned away. I put the gag back in, left her with her food and water and left for a couple of hours.
I set her on a 4 hour milking schedule. I’d come to her stall every 4 hours, attach the cups and let the suction do its work for 15 minutes at a time, twice a day she’d get her hormone shots. Every time I removed her gag she’d beg to be let go. Sometimes she tried screaming at me, sometimes she tried bargaining, sometimes she just begged. I would just ignore everything she said, just saying calm reassuring nonsense and cooing noises as I massaged the balm into her udders, and offered her food and water. By the end of the second day she reluctantly took some water, then more. By the third she started eating. Hunger and thirst always win out. When she ate, I gave her a sponge bath and washed and dried her hair. a reward for her compliance. Nearing a week she stopped begging to be let go.
By the end of the 2nd week she was becoming docile and producing. Deprived of all human contact except at her milkings had it’s effect, she started to look towards the door when it was time for her milkings, looking forward to each session.
I got her a cow bell, on a collar locked around her neck, and for the first time in two weeks I released her from the frame, keeping her wrists shackled behind her and her ankles hobbled, I took her for a walk in the private paddock. Her bell rining with each step.
I think I might breed this pretty heifer soon…
Hey little doll… look at me. No, really look. Eyes up here, pretty. Good girl.
You’re shaking already and I haven’t even touched you yet. That’s cute. Pathetic, but cute.
I know you think you’re still in control. You came here thinking you could play, giggle, tease a little, then leave when it got too much. Wrong. You don’t get to leave. Not tonight. Not ever again.
Strip.
Slowly. Let me see every piece you’ve been hiding under those innocent clothes. That’s it… skirt first. No panties? Of course not. Slutty little things like you probably never wear them anymore. Top next. Bra off. Look at those tits—already hard nipples, like you’re begging for someone to pull on them. I will. Later.
On your knees now. Crawl to me. Ass up, face down, like the animal you really are. Good. Stay there.
You feel that? That’s the moment your old life ends. Right here, right now. Every thought you had about being “strong” or “independent” or “smart”? Gone. I’m going to fuck them out of you one thrust at a time.
I’m going to break you so thoroughly you forget your own name. You’ll answer to “doll”, “toy”, “whore”, “cow”, whatever I feel like calling you that day. You’ll crawl when I snap my fingers. You’ll beg to be filled. You’ll thank me when I hurt you.
I’m going to train your holes until they remember only one shape—mine. Your mouth will learn to stay open. Your cunt will learn to stay wet. Your ass will learn to take whatever I give it without complaint.
I’ll edge you until your brain melts into pink syrup. I’ll deny you until you sob for permission to cum. And when I finally let you? You’ll thank me while you’re shaking and drooling.
You’re going to moo for me. You’re going to call me Master. You’re going to leak every time you hear my voice. You’re going to wake up wet and go to sleep wetter.
And the best part? You’re going to love it. You’re already dripping down your thighs just hearing me say it. Look at you—eyes glassy, lips parted, hips twitching like a needy bitch in heat.
Say it.
Say “please break me, Master.”
Louder.
Good girl.
Now spread your legs wider. We’re just getting started.
i want to be used like the most pathetic, disgusting, horrible slut on the planet. i don’t want a single ounce of control in the bedroom and in my life. i want to stay in a collar. i want possessive, jealous, protective. i want to be hit when i don’t do things right. i want to ask for permission to sit on the couch, to sit on the bed, to eat at the table. when you’re on the couch, watching a show, i want to be on my knees, gagged and silent. i want you to choose what i wear, how i do my hair, how i do my makeup. i want you to constantly remind me of how fucking disgusting and horrible i am. i need to be reminded that i am beneath you and always will be. i want you to piss on me. use my mouth as your toilet. i want you to stuff a dildo down my throat and listen to me gag and choke for your enjoyment. i want you to write names all over my body and make me look at myself in the mirror after you’ve completely destroyed me. i don’t need to cum when you use me. your pleasure and your enjoyment is all that matters to me. my pussy is for smacking, for pain, for you to torture and use at your will. my ass is yours to fuck. no matter how hard it hurts, keep fucking me please. you will be my master. my owner. i am yours body and soul. please treat me like the trash i am. please. i’ll do anything. please.
Like and reblog this if you are an abnormal, sick and twisted, fucked up, and damaged little trash cunt that gets off to the following:
1. Being punched in the face
2. Getting kicked in the ribs
3. Sex with old/ugly/fat men
4. Trips to the emergency room
5. Permanent injuries
6. Worshiping unwashed ass
7. Emotional abuse
8. Cuckqueaning
9. Being cut open like a cadaver
10. Being drugged
11. Being manhandled
12. Public exposure
13. Blackmail
14. Physical abuse
15. Brainwashing
16. Gaslighting
17. Weight control
18. Asphyxiation
19. Rape survivor stories
20. “Murder porn”
21. Gore
22. Snuff films
23. Bleeding out
24. Gang rape porn
25. The smell of old piss
26. Strangulation
27. Real life misogyny
28. Degradation
29. Humiliation
30. Objectification
31. Dehumanization
32. Being worked over like a punching bag
33. Being shamed
34. Having your fuck holes gaped and ripped
35. Watching real life male on cunt violence
36. Long term psychological damage
37. Torture
38. Enslavement
39. Drinking out of dirty toilets
40. Stockholm syndrome
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