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thinking about being a good little bitch for my rapist. drooling and rolling my eyes while he forces his hard cock into me. pulling my tits out to give him something pretty to look at. making sweet mindless noises to make his cock throb. spreading my legs to make it easier for him to rape my cunt as hard as he wants. thanking him for replacing my thoughts with the slamming of his cock and the warmth of his cum
pulling me back under you when i try to crawl away because i’m too sensitive is a quick and easy trick to make me feel like even more of a prey animal and i wholeheartedly support it
The new laws made it so women are no longer considered humans. Reclassified as Cunts, they are now just holes for humans to fuck and birth humans. At first the many cunts tried to resist and attack against this ruling but they were easily taken down by the naturally stronger people. When a cunt “cries” or “screams” as its holes are used as expected, it is defective and must be taken to a reeducation facility until it understands its place in the world. Nowadays cunts can easily be found outside on the streets. Cunts obviously cannot own property so it must be taken in by kind humans if it wants shelter. Those fortunate cunts can be seen being walked from a leash, used as cockwarmers in any business meetings, and as milk dispensers. Meanwhile the many street cunts are used as decorations, public toilets, and holes for the homeless.
The college professor was always rude and condescending. She had an attitude towards all of the students and ignored any questions about her lesson. Obviously the students would not take this disrespect without revenge. It was easy for her male students to pin her down and rip off her clothes. She screams loudly when someone forces his cock into her dry cunt, but her tantrum is silenced quickly when another dick is forced into her mouth. In the end, everyone had taken a turn at her holes, vagina and anus all gapping and bleeding near the end. They all leave as they would normally but not before sending the photos and videos of the gangbang to her colleagues and boss.
When the professor wakes up after being used for the entire day, she’s in a random alleyway, sticky with dried cum and piss on her nude body. She’s definitely fired and pregnant as she wasn’t on birth control, and yet she does not care, not anymore. All she can do is fingering her ruined pussy, chasing the pleasure of getting raped by all her students and their cocks. She’s whines and whines, not being able to get off, she needs a real dick in her dumb cunt.
The next time any one of her former classes sees her, she’s a cheap and stupid prostitute, no more attitude, no more brain.
They should sell tentacle bath bombs at lush that molest you
Being raped and cumming over and over again on your rapist's cock. You're crying and screaming and fighting, but your little rape-hungry pussy keeps betraying you and making your eyes roll back while your pussy spasms on your rapist's cock for the fourth time, trying to milk his cock and take all of his seed deep inside of you, happily making a rapebaby in your womb
Free use but for spanking. Knowing I can be bent over anywhere, any time. My partner encouraging our friends to spank me if I start getting too bratty and my partner isn't around to handle it...
Hnnngh fuck yessss make there be a risk of me being spanked all the damned time, no matter where I am.
Bonus points if I have to report each spanking to my Husband. And even if clearly the only reason I got it was because the so-called 'friend' were feeling mean, or needed to let off steam, or thought it was funny - still, the rule of "if you get spanked outside the home, you'll get it again, and harder, inside the home" applies.
Spanked by a neighbour, a colleague, and a friend I was meeting for dinner in one day? Get ready for 3 more spankings before bed 😭
Becoming a Bitch
I take deep breath. This is it. The culmination of all my training. Slowly breaking down every barrier over time. Forcing myself to accept the truth of my biology. There is no going back now. I open the door.
He’s standing there. Balding and a bit stocky, but well built. Large hands. Standing confidently. His expression is serious, calculating. I notice he doesn’t even look at my face first, but rather the sheer semi-transparent robe he bought for me for this occasion. My nipples peak against the fabric.
He steps inside, closing the door behind him. He finally looks into my eyes and—his hand pushes through the robe opening and lands between my legs.
“Hello, cunt.” His tone is business-like, formal. It is our first time meeting in person, after all. But he’s made his expectations for me clear.
I part my legs a little so that his hand can completely cover my pussy. I ache to push against it but I know I have to wait. I force myself to meet his gaze. “The bitch is ready,” I reply, my voice shaking just a little.
He nods curtly, gives my pussy a light squeeze, then drops his hand. I barely hold back a groan of disappointment as the pressure against my vulva vanishes.
“Good,” he says. He drops a large bag at his side. It clanks. He strides over to the large armchair dominating my living room and sits down. He rests one foot over the opposite knee and folds his hands in his lap, as if he’s entering a business meeting. In a way, he is.
“Show me.” A shiver runs up my spine at the command. Obediently, I take my place before him. I take a wide stance so the robe parts just above my bare cunt. I arch my back to make my breasts strain at the cloth. I haven’t touched my own sensitive parts except to clean in months, since I met him online. So instead of touching my nipples to show him, I shake my breasts once, hard.
“My nipples are engorged with blood,” I point out as my tits sway.
He nods thoughtfully. “That’s a sign of your heat, it’s natural.”
I swallow. I can feel my heart start to beat faster. This is really happening. “My cunt is wet,” I add, thrusting my hips forward to show him. I can feel moistness on my pussy lips.
He leans forward slightly to examine my vulva. “So it is,” he agrees. He leans back again and looks at me, evaluating. I feel like I’m in a classroom, taking an oral exam before a professor. “Why is that?”
My breath catches slightly as I feel the warmth between my legs spread. It’s as if my cunt knows we’re talking about it.
“It’s lubricating itself,” I answer, keeping my voice as steady and calm as possible. “It’s getting ready to be penetrated.”
He nods approvingly. It makes my skin tingle. “That’s right,” he says. “Cunts start lubricating in the presence of cock.” His matter-of-fact tone makes me squirm internally. This is so much more exposing than play acting as a giggly bimbo—no judgment intended. This is me at my smartest and most able. No pretense.
“Cunts react instinctively to cock,” I agree. I look down at my crotch, thrust forward lewdly. “It’s starting to clench.”
The man nods again. “It’s warming up now. It’s practicing milking my seed.”
I feel a hot flush creep up my neck. I’m sure it’s obvious. I have to keep going, though. “It’s twitching rhythmically. The exact frequency best suited to stimulate a cock.”
The man pushes himself to his feet and starts circling me. I stay still in position, hips thrust forward and my back arched, forcing my breasts out and up. “Isn’t it something,” he muses from behind me. His breath is hot on my neck. “Your biology evolved for this exact purpose.”
I swallow again, hard. “The reactions of my body prove the purpose of its design,” I admit.
He finishes circling, and stands directly in front of me. I can see the front of his pants is tented. The bulge almost touches my bare pussy. He leans forward so that our noses almost touch. “What are you?” he whispers, breath tingling on my lips.
I force myself to meet his eyes. It’s about to start. “I’m a cunt.” My voice is flat, factual, but the heat in my body is immediate. I feel flushed all over. My pussy clenches down hard as if to confirm my statement.
He finally smiles. “That’s right. You’re a cunt.”
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Minutes later, I’m laying spreadeagled on my bed, fully bare. The man takes his time, walking around me and pointing out various aspects of my arousal as we discuss the natural consequences of my biology. It’s clinical, detached. This is what I needed. I needed to acknowledge the cold, hard facts of my inferiority to a man.
He finally strips and positions himself on top of me, his erect cock brushing gently against my hole. I can feel it’s soaked now. My thighs are wet with cunt juice. He studies my face while he drags his cock lightly against my pussy lips. “You’re about to be bitched,” he states, making me shudder. “How does that feel.”
I again meet his gaze. My voice is shaky with arousal. “I feel embarrassed,” I admit. He nods, indicating I should continue. “I feel ashamed that my existence comes down to this. Spreading my legs to take cock.”
He rests a hand on my cheek as if to comfort me. “It is embarrassing,” he agrees. His cock rests directly on top of my clit. “Coming to realize that you’re a breathing sex toy has to be humiliating for you.”
I nod wordlessly. He gropes one of my tits hard. “Cunts exist to drain cum. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”
I finally groan, the weight of my shame too much to bear. “I exist to drain cum,” I whisper, humiliated.
“Louder, bitch.” His voice takes on a dangerous tone.
I look him right in the eyes and I state what we both know. “I’m a fucking cunt and my purpose is to milk semen out of cocks.”
He nods, satisfied, and impales me.
I’ve had sex before but nothing like this. My entire body twitches as he enters me. I moan again. He starts thrusting, slowly and deliberately. “Clench your cunt in time with my thrusts, bitch,” he orders. I obey. It’s easy because that’s exactly what my pussy wants to do. It’s following its nature.
“This is what a woman is to a man,” the man using me says. He looks down at our meshed biology and my eyes follow. I’m impaled on his cock. Bitched. “This is as natural to you as breathing.”
I keep clenching rhythmically. “This is what it means to be a woman,” I agree. “My pussy needs this.”
“Your what?” The question is sharp, biting.
“My bitch pussy,” I correct myself. “My cumdrain needs this.” He grunts in satisfaction.
We continue in silence for a few minutes, him rutting into me while I passively take it, keeping my cunt clenched in time with his thrusts. We’re both reveling in the truth of this moment. The apex of men’s relationship to and ownership of cunts.
“I’m going to cum in your bitch pussy,” he says abruptly. He starts driving into me harder. “I’m about to mark your cunt walls with my seed.”
I gasp, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Once he cums in me, it’s final. I’m forever his cunt. I groan and bounce my breasts at the shame of it.
“That’s it, cunt,” he pants, fucking me open. “Jiggle your cow udders while I cum. Cross your eyes and drool, you stupid bitch.”
I do it. I cross my eyes, let my tongue loll out of my mouth, and bounce my udders hard. “That’s it, keep going,” he grunts. He stops briefly and I see him reach over for his phone on the side table. He puts it in my hand and tells me to film myself while he cums in me. He says he wants to make me watch it later. He wants me to cum over and over again to how stupid I look being bitched.
I hold the phone out so it captures my bouncing udders and my stupid bitch face. I look right at the camera and grunt like an animal, pasting the ahegao look on my features.
“Just remember how stupid you felt during your first breeding,” he whispers in my ear as he cums. I can feel his semen enter me, the warmth spreading in my bitch pussy. This is how every female should be impregnated, I think, as the pure humiliation of the moment drives me over the edge. I cum on his cock.
We lay there motionless for a few minutes. His cock twitches inside of me, emptying cum. My cunt pulses gently, as if savoring every drop. I stare vacantly at the camera, my eyes still crossed. A bit of drool traces its way down my face. I’m his bitch now.
i want a throatfucking where it’s clear the more you violate and degrade me the more it gets you off. it doesn’t matter if i need to breathe if i’m gagging and choking if drool is starting to pool and drip down the side of my face. your pleasure is all that matters and besides, you like how fucked up and whorish i look. tell me to take it like a fucking slut, i wanted this so bad, so i better take everything you’re giving me. push me further than i think i can take. drag my head down by my hair and thrust into me without a care for my wellbeing, like my body’s just a toy for your pleasure.
One of the hottest thing to think about while I’m jerking off is a woman, especially some feminist CEO type, suddenly transported into a better world where all women are free use second class citizens. Walking around a mirrored version of her city trying to understand why all the women are in such little clothing and why no one seems to care. Getting into her workplace and getting in the elevator with one of her male and one of her female coworkers. Seeing the man molest the woman, groping her and degrading her while she just accepts it before he shoves his entire cock in her pussy and pinches her breasts making her cry while the cel just stands there and watches while things start to make sense and the horror dawns on her. The elevator opening to her floor and instead of all the smart hardworking women she’s mentored over the years she sees a dozen women in the sluttiest outfits possible cockwarming their male coworkers with ditzed out stupid looks on her face. walking towards her suite and noticing that it’s not hers anymore- it’s her male secretaries who has his cock out and is jerking off while on the phone. He sees her and motions for us to come in… she knows what’s going to happen and she knows there’s no way to stop it
oh my fucking god yes this is so hot
what most people don't understand is the best type of dykebreaking is when the lesbian hates it, but her body doesn't.
lesbian getting her brain fucked out, completely overpowered but still trying to fight back, despite how pathetic it is. her rapist taunting her, telling her how he'll stop and let her go if she can keep herself from cumming for the next minute. she thinks it'll finally be over, but he picks up his pace, pounding her golden star away, and reaching down to play with her clit. her face burns, toes curl, thighs try to squeeze together as her cunt clamps down and attempts to milk every last drop of cum out of his cock.
"oh? guess you like it more than you want to admit," he continues to torment and degrade her, fucking her through orgasm after orgasm until she's unable to do anything but make a mixture of sobbering, screaming, and moaning.
Whether it’s from pride, shame, or disgust, a lesbian knows it’s not supposed to feel good when a man fucks her. She’s supposed to remain stoic and defiant, refusing to submit, not allowing herself to admit defeat. She has to stay strong, for the sake of her own identity… to prove that even as a man is physically overpowering her, she can still mount a successful mental resistance, and she has all the willpower she can muster backing it up. But despite all this, she still doesn’t have a chance, because there’s a traitor in her midst: her own body.
It only makes her seethe even harder when she realizes it, but unfortunately for her, it does feel good to have a man’s cock inside her. She can feel herself getting wetter for him, no matter how hard she silently pleads with her cunt not to give any sign of the pleasure she’s experiencing. Because once he notices, he’s going to press the advantage. If she lets her focus and her gritted teeth lapse and lets out a grunt, or god forbid, a moan, he’s only going to start fucking her harder. He’s going to start rubbing her clit with his free hand, even as she begs him not to, because she can feel that familiar sensation starting to grow inside her. Any more of this, and she won’t be able to stifle those noises any more, and that proud façade is going to come crumbling down. Being fucked by a man’s cock is bad enough, but cumming on it, especially after trying so hard not to, would leave her broken completely…
humiliate cunts
lift her skirt, tug her top down to expose her tits, slap her ass, and do it all in public
let every cunt know she’s just for your entertainment
All cunts are for men's entertainment, and we need to degrade and humilliate as many of them as possible so they can understand this
I want to live in a world where she is arrested for covering up without permission. Whores, cunts, sluts--whatever you choose to call us girls--we do not get to decide when Men have finished staring at our tits.
forced intimacy is so cutesy. imagine laying on the couch together while watching a movie and stroking her hair, and the entire time shes cold with fear because you have an open blade pressed against her throat to make sure she doesnt go anywhere.
youre gonna cuddle me whether you like it or not.
Getting caught touching yourself and having your hands and cunt beat to punish the parts responsible
Getting caught with a toy in you and having it replaced with something way too big or that goes way too deep or it gets forced back in but this time lubed with tiger balm
A hero group losing members one by one as they’re killed off by the villain. The main leader is the last one standing yet in their final battle, he is defeated by his arch nemesis. He’d expected to be killed, exhausted, he closes his eyes as the man in front of him begins to approach. The hero is shocked when his nemesis instead collars him and bridal carry him away.
As time passes, the story of the once mighty group is erased from history, and the final fate of their leader is undetermined.
In an unknown section of the villain’s castle, loud unrestrained moaning can be heard, coming from the lost hero’s mouth as he is bounced on his nemesis’ cock. The villain holds onto his lover, ensuring he’d never fall from his lap, as he repeats a conversation that has happened many times before.
“Who do you belong to my dear?”
“Ah!… y-you!”
“That’s right, you’re mine. Mine and mine only. No more fighting, yes?”
“N-No!—t-too dumb for that…”
“That’s right...”
He slams the now mindless hero down, both releasing at the same time. If the hero’s friends were still alive, they would have never recognize him. That was, if anyone still remembered him and the villain ever allows his beloved out, though.
