Female.
Level 25. Level 26 soon āš¼.
Born to be pretty and wear sun dresses all day...
Forced to work and cry instead.
Back up blog for Little-One-Loves-Misogyny
So picture this. Donāt judge me please you got caught shoplifting and had to be escorted by werewolf police you caused a scene which cause about 5 or 6 to show up. They had you either on the ground or against the car and started grinding up against them . Pure heaven
A/N: I loved this idea! This reads like a bad porno but at the same time I'm completely obsessed. Enjoy!
You didnāt even know you had it in you. You forgot it in your bag when you were paying, it wasnāt even on purpose. You even paid everything else before going away, for goddessā sake. But it was enough to send the fucking manager into an angry fit and calling the cops on you. Fucking unicorns, always so mighty and stupid that they had to feel better than anyone. The jackass was even smirking when the werewolf officer appeared to take you to the police department.
Lucky for you, the werewolf police officer was much more understanding, even chuckling when you told him the story. But he also told you that you should hang around the police department for a few more hours so the unicorn wouldnāt give you (or him) any more troubles.
Thatās how you found yourself eating cake at somebodyās retirement party. A bunch of werewolves neatly dressed in uniform and very, very friendly. And the werewolf retiring? Good Goddess, he was made of your best daddyās fantasies, his voice a bit growly and his eyes way too captivating.
But he wasnāt the only one, everyone around you was incredibly attractive. So sexy that you had to look at the ground for a very long time trying to calm yourself a bit. It didnāt work, though. Because they were growling at each other, and being playful, and overall they were a bunch of hot dudes dressed in uniform and treating you like a princess, and you definitely were into that. You were so into that that your pussy was pulsating and you were sure your panties were drenched just by being there.
And by the sniffs you could hearā¦ they knew as much.
You were ready to leave, you were there enough time, you were sure the unicorn manager already leftā¦ But your resoluteness to run away disappeared the second you heard them talk. āSheās not a bad retirement present thoughā¦ā One of the wolves said to the daddy one.
The growl that emanates from the daddy werewolf is enough to send a gush of juices to soak your panties. You let out a tiny whimper, and all the werewolves in the room turned to look at you.
āDo you want that, little human? Do you want to be a present for my pack?ā He asked with the sluttiest voice possible, raspy and guttural, sending shivers down your spine. You nodded, unable to form words when they all were looking at you like you were the piece of cake they wanted to eat next. āI need words, human, we take consent very seriously.ā
āYe- yes,ā you let out in a whisper. But it was enough.
A dozen of hands were on you, taking your clothes off, pushing them away from your body and laying you down on the table as they groped and explored your soft body. You were whimpering in need, your pussy clenching over nothing, so very empty.
Someoneās fingers found your core, and they chuckled at how wet you were, telling everyone to touch for themselves. They all did, fingers rubbing, pinching, and pushing inside of you until you were crying desperately for someone to make you come. That only amused them more, who laughed and slapped your pussy a few times. āJust for funsiesā, someone said.
āPlease, pleaseā¦ Make me come,ā you whispered.
They kept groping your body like you were nothing but a doll. You fucking love being treated like that, to a point you could have never guessed. It wasnāt every day that a whole pack of werewolves decided to have you as a pack-present.
āSheās ready,ā the one finger-fucking your pussy said.
āTake the first knot, old man, you deserve it,ā the one who detained you said as he clapped the daddy-werewolf in the back, all of them laughing as he stepped between your legs and rubbed your clit until you were crying out.
āCan you take mine, too, little human?ā Someone else asked as the tip of their cock pressed against your bottom lip. You could only think of one response to that: you opened up.
Someone chuckled at your neediness, your legs open as somebody pounded into your pussy and your mouth happily sucked around someone elseās cock. You knew you should be embarrassed, but you didnāt have it in you. Not when there was a knot stretching you to the point of madness and the one on your mouth was fucking your throat as if you were a doll.
You fucking loved it.
And when the knot finally stretched inside of you, any coherent thought disappeared from your mind as it pressed against your G-spot almost painfully. You were groaning around the cock filling your throat, but he didnāt seem to mind, his movements getting faster before you felt his release in the back of your throat.
You were breathing hard, coming down from your own mind-numbing orgasm, but someone else took his place, rubbing his precum on your lips before you dutifully opened your mouth and he fucked your throat, too.
Your body was moved around a few more times, you couldn't distinguish between dicks in and out of your holes. They kept passing you around, and when somebody stretched your asshole with a huge dose of lube (or maybe it was come, you werenāt sure), you did nothing but to moan around the dick in your mouth, bouncing faster on the cock inside of you.
Soon your back-door was being filled, too. The combined stretch in both holes sent you into a waterfall of sensations that had your pussy and ass quivering around their dicks, sending them into an orgasm as you gushed around them like a slut.
From that point on it was a frenzy of heat and fluids, dicks being pushed in and out of your holes, knots stretching you out until all your holes were gaping and you were cum-drunk. And even then, you couldnāt do anything but to beg for more, more, moreā¦
Your whole body was trembling as orgasm after orgasm crashed over your oversensitive pussy and they rejoiced around you. Their howls, laughter and filthy words were the perfect symphony of depravity to the werewolf orgy you were in the middle of.
And when they had enjoyed your body to the max of their capabilities (and yours), and you were sore in the best of ways, you couldnāt avoid thinking that trying to steal those socks was your best decision ever.
Itās easy to keep women in line if you remember our basic operating instructions. Stimulation of the cunt will induce obedience, sexual excitement, and craving for humiliation.
To maximize the potential of the female mating response, it would make sense to implement public fuck stations. Basically these would be phallic objects for women to casually impale themselves on during the day.
Imagine going to a restaurant and the server asks how many are in your party. The next question is how many cunts are with you. When you get a table, the place settings for the bitches are chairs with fat dildos securely fastened on them. Your wife, daughters, and any free use sluts you picked up can lift their skirts and sink down to impale themselves for the meal.
Buses, subways, and commuter trains all have lines of plastic cocks for women to bend over and secure themselves on. Men can experience the entertainment of watching bitches struggle to balance on a rocking train solely by clenching their cunts on the stabilizing pricks.
Movie theaters and sports stadiums have bitch seats for any females accompanying a man. Even grocery carts are modified to have an extended arm with a fake cock so women can shop while filled, waddling down the aisles with their staked cunts on display.
It will become second nature for females to plan their day around cock. To walk into a board room filled with men and complacently take the bitch seat in the corner to take notes. To use the fuck stations next to vending machines hoping to catch a manās eye while heās on his lunch break.
Since no dildo will ever replicate the feeling of being stretched on a manās cock and feeling his cum drain into the bitch hole, women will be in a constant state of desperation and humiliation. Even a stray glance from a man will leave a bitch panting and fucking her cunt on the nearest fuck station or bitch seat. When sheās finally lifted off a dildo and onto a manās cock, sheāll whimper in gratitude as her body latches on to the cunt plug about to fill her with semen.
Living as a bitch in this society requires constant attention for the cumsleeve. The natural female addiction to being impaled is encouraged rather than suppressed, to the point where women have difficulty thinking about anything else.
Every bitch wears skirts that barely cover their crotch, which is of course instantly exposed by any movement at all. Pussies are expected to be bare and well-maintained so men can appreciate watching them get stuffed.
Every morning, I walk to the bus stop. Today I recognize the man already waiting there; he was my younger brotherās best friend growing up. I was bossy to both of them, something theyāve each made me regret many times.
He eyes me as I approach. āHi, bitch.ā Casual, barely interested.
I nod to him as I approach the stopās fuck stations. I hate to do this in front of him, but my cunt is already aching from being empty. I turn around, bend over slightly, and sink my pussy down on one of the dildos protruding from the bus stop wall.
He chuckles. āI love watching you get bitched,ā he smirks. My cheeks burn as my eyes drift to his pants, wondering if heāll decide to replace the plastic in my hole with his cock. I shudder in anticipation even as my face flushes in shame.
He sees where Iām looking. āDonāt get excited, cunt. I already had a bitch this morning.ā But he reaches out to squeeze one of my tits anyways. I groan loudly, as Iāve been taught, making him chuckle again. My cunt squeezes harder on its fuckpole.
He casually degrades me until the bus finally comes. The one at this hour is very full. Thereās only one fuck station left, and I groan as I realize itās covered in semen. But I have no choice. I sink down on it, feeling the still warm cum coat the walls of my pussy. Itās not unheard of for a bitch to get pregnant this wayānot even getting the benefit of a fuck.
The idea of getting seeded by a strangerās leftover cum activates my bitch hole even more. Some females are simply slumped on their stations, passively impaled with an occasional bounce as the bus hits a dip. My cumsleeve is too needy for that today, though.
I start pumping myself back on the fuck station eagerly. I squeal when the bus hits a big bump and the dildo thrusts hard inside me, almost knocking me down. A few men turn to watch my display. I meet their eyes as I thrust back on my station, my feet barely touching the ground so the bulk of my weight is suspended by my pussy.
Itās times like this that I feel the reality of being a woman. The way my flesh crawls with shame at displaying myself like a prize breeding pig. How good the shame makes my bitch pussy feel. The overwhelming drive to earn a real cock in my jizz drain.
I keep eye contact with the men watching for the entire ride. Any of them could decide to stop the show to fuck me, but it seems today theyāve decided my humiliation is better. I nearly sob as my stop approaches, since I know itās forbidden for a bitch to cum unless impaled on a flesh cock. Itās for the greater good, so women never forget that a real fuck is a privilege and not a right.
When the bus rolls to a stop, I groan and lift my pussy from its station. Itās raw and gaped, twitching with the need to cum. One of the men who watched me casually gropes it as I pass. I barely suppress the urge to beg him to fuck me, knowing that would make me late. I can only hope to have better luck over lunch.
You loved how your husband changed when you were pregnant. His protective streak became very controlling in the name of safety. You knew you had at least three trackers on you at all times. When you were out in public with him, he'd get between you and other people. But also he was proud of the baby bump on you.
At the same time, he catered to your whims to the point of spoiling. Running to the supermarket for any craving. Massaging your back and feet. You spent your pregnancy feeling safe, loved, and cared for.
I mean, really, what were you thinking? You decided to come and meet your favourite online pervert in some cheap motel and didn't think you wouldn't have my cock buried in you one way or another? That's pretty ridiculous, huh? God, you really are as fucking dumb as you look. Ugh, fuck, but at least your holes are tight enough to make up for it.
Shut up. No one's going to hear you. Just be quiet so I can cum in peace, you nasty little toy. You were so bold in your messages, and look at you now. A sobbing, whimpering mess. That's right, cunt. Just squeeze harder. That's all you're good for. Emptying my fucking balls.
Ughā Oh myā FUCK. Oh, fuck. It'll be over soon. Go on. Say it. Say it. Good girl. And again. It'll be over soon. That's right. You just sit here and be a good mutt, and fucking squeeze my cock harder with that cunt. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Oh shit, those workers probably thought we were some loving couple. They probably had no idea that we're some perv and his dumb fucking victim. They had no idea I'd be holding you down and watching you cry as I forcefully fucked you.
And the best part is that you had no idea either. Are you really that stupid? Or is this what you wanted? Shit... shit, oh fuck. I bet you just needed me to give you the rough, hard, cruel sex you needed. I bet you just needed a pervert to put you in your place, you dumb cunt. Aww, that hurt your feelings? Are you still sad? Go on. Say it again. It'll be over soon.
Louder. Fuck, yeah. Fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. Don't fucking move, cunt. Just sit still so I can empty my load inside you. Give you what you fucking came for. I bet you always knew this would happen. No one can be that dumb.
shout out to the girls that hate their bodies but are trying really really hard to find the beauty and comfort in them because that shit is hard and takes a lot of time and is emotionally exhausting. iām proud of yāall.
Guiding you while you bounce on a suction cup dildo for me. Correcting your form, making sure your back is perfectly arched, your tongue out. Choking you and slapping your ass while you fuck yourself on it, training that perfect hole. You'd better learn to ride dick exactly how I like if you ever want to earn the privilege of feeling me inside you darling. Harder. You're not doing this for your pleasure, you exist for mine. There you go, bitch. That's exactly how I like it. Now be a doll and smile for the camera, sweetie.
Ladies, admit it. You love hearing us men telling you to spread your legs. Itās your need to obey and submit, an important part of your sexual DNA. Spread your legs. Take us. Hurt for us. We love you.
See ladies, this is why youāre smaller than us men. Youāre meant to be controlled. Thatās a very beautiful relationship for the sexes. You were made to take us. Always remember that.
I actually like knowing you're not really this dumb little doll. I like knowing there's bite and venom and even a bit of anger in you. I like that even if you pretend to be ditzy, even when your pussy drools and your fingers get busy, that isn't really you.
I like that you don't fold for me immediately, because it makes it special when you do. I like long conversations about whatever we want, before hints of our lust gradually poke through again. I like knowing you're comfortable enough with me to put away the mask sometimes. I like you're into me enough that you can put that mask back on just as easily.
I like knowing you're a real person with real beliefs and thoughts. I like that you respect yourself enough to say no when you don't like something, and that you respect me enough to know that I'll move on. I like that you'll talk to me even when you don't need to get off. I like that you're actually smart but you feel safe enough to switch off a little when you're with me. I like that you're a housepet and a toy but also an equal and a friend.
doms who love how shy you get and purposely do things just to get a reaction out of you, making you whine and squirm, and you try to hide your face, but they just pin your hands out of the way so you have no choice but to look at them while they tell you how cute and adorable you are
objectification is so hot. reducing someone to nothing but a warm, wet object with no thoughts, no opinions, no will ā just an empty little thing to be used whenever you desire
Werewolf boyfriend who enjoys a bit too much to play with you in public. He pulls down your top in the middle of the supermarket (you arenāt wearing a bra because he asked you not to, and you agreed, stupid of you). You cover yourself fast, but not fast enough before a werewolf is whistling at the end of the aisle, licking his lips and making your pussy tingly. He walks to you, patting your boyfriend in the back and saying āYou were right, bro, her tits are magnificent.ā The fact that they talked about you only makes your pussy wetter, and both of them sniff the air at the same time, their (literally) wolfy grins are enough to make you pant.
The newcomer grabs your hands and pulls you with him, your boyfriend following close. You three enter the closest bathroom stall, itās too cramped to even move, but that doesnāt stop them from pushing you up between their bodies, groping and touching every part of you until you are on edge and they are laughing about what a whimpery mess you are. You can only groan in response, one of their hands, you donāt even know whose hand it is, grabs your boob, pinching your nipple so hard you let out a loud yelp. They chuckle, another hand slipping inside your pants and rubbing your pussy over your panties.
You are almost there...
But then they stop. They let you down to the floor and leave the bathroom, pulling you along. Your pussy is so wet you can almost hear it as you three walk out of the bathroom, and it only makes you feel more embarrassed. They played with you like a toy and then left you hangingā¦ And that only makes you hornier.
You don't have to be ashamed of it. Everyone knows you're a little silly. Everybody knows you weren't really born to think. Not rationally at least... There's really no shame in admitting that.
That's right, baby, you are confused, aren't you? I'm glad you can recognise that. Confused. Silly. Forgetful. Ditzy. That's all part of being a good girl, you know. Good, dumb girls like you just need a kind, smart man like me to help them. That's all, baby.
God, you're wet, aren't you? I can feel it when you clench your cunt around my fingers, you know. I felt you squeezing when I called you dumb. You liked that, didn't you? Uh huh? Yeah, that's okay, baby. You can tell me you have no brains left. That's a good girl. Just get it out. That's right, baby.
Now ask me for help. Mhm, yeah... what do you want me to help you with, sweetheart? Oh... You want me to make your decisions for you? Do your thinking for you? Is that what you want, sweetheart? For me to look after you and control your choices? You don't need choices, do you?
No, you'll only hurt yourself. There's nothing wrong or manipulative about this. This isn't gaslighting or psychological abuse. Oh, sorry, that word may have been too big for you. I'm sorry, cupcake. Just carry on clenching around my fingers. Feels good, doesn't it?
Yeah, I'm sure it does.
Just focus on that feeling. You don't need anything else.
Buried to the hilt is such a fun phrase. My cock isn't just inside you, it's deep inside you. I'm using up so much of myself to enter you. I'm pressed against you, my balls softly grazing against your ass, your chin, or your cunt, my hips needily trying to kiss yours. It's such a fun term because it speaks of a softly-spoken, desperate hunger to explore as much of your insides as I can.
And if you think about it another way, it's fun to think about it as if my cock's the weapon, my hands are the bindings, and you're my little victim. Just forced to take each and every thrust. Forced to spread your holes for me as I violate your holes and defile you. Slap, slap, slap, my balls would sound against your skin as I fuck you. Burying myself to the hilt. Making you take it.
Ugh, it's that idea of taking long, deep strokes inside you that gets me off. Soft, sticky, sloppy sounds as I stir up your holes with my cock. Eager and desperate and so, so fucking out of control that I need to pleasure myself with you. Just doing what I have to do to cum. I think the sounds you'd make would excite me, too. Hearing your soft cries and whimpers as you accept being a little cocksheathe. Constantly accepting my stiffness, plunging in and out of you. Like a sword in a scabbard, or a dick in a fleshlight.
This weird mix of forcing you to take my cock and being so in need of your warm holes. Like I'm in charge but barely. Like I'm clinging onto sanity, but your tight, warm holes are taking over my brain. Driving me utterly feral as I continue to bury myself to the hilt inside you.
Your husband was sitting with his buddies, drinking outside. You could hear them talking about their wives when one asked why I tolerate your high maintenance.
"I want my wife to be very feminine. That means that sometimes she is going to be emotional. She will need cuddling and reassurance. Sometimes she will want to be near me to feel safe. When it comes to her appearance, of course she like's pretty things. She is just a girl after all. So I make sure each month she has money for hair, makeup, pretty clothes and home decor."
"What do I get in return? A wife who understands I have emotions to. A wife who looks up at me as her protector. You've seen how put together she always looks. I can assure you that she looks just as put together when I walk in the door. Do you understand how much my day gets better to see her kneeling, being pretty and eager to suck my cock?"
Your husband chuckles a little. "She takes pride in our home. I don't need to move a pile of laundry to watch TV. And part of taking pride in her home is cooking meals for us. You think she is expensive but so is door dash." The men groan at that.
"But most of all, her being high maintenance encourages her femininity. She is natural submissive and her femininity encourages that. We don't fight for control. She accepts my leadership. Cheap at twice the price. Tell me you wouldn't love to come hone to that."
You just smiled as you finished the dishes. The smile on your face that of a girl who feels seen.
"Sweetie you have done enough work for today. Come sit on my lap." That was an order. So you did. "You may be a princess but you are not Cinderella. You are a delicate, fragile girl. You need rest and cuddles. Doesn't that feel better?"
"Such a silly little wife. Of course I know best. You stick with being pretty, I will focus on the thinking."
Your husband stood behind you while you were setting the table for Sunday dinner. Whispering into your ear. "Remember how you said you'd rather poison yourself than cook for me?" His hand pulling up the hem of your pretty little dress.
"Remember how you said you would rather die than be fucked by me?" His teeth nipping at your neck. "You thought you were so strong then. That you had a will of iron. But I fixed you, didn't I?"
His fingers slipping into your panties. You nod as he slips his fingers into your wetness as you remember. "Honestly I thought it would take three months to break you. But you were an eager little slut in two weeks." Two fingers sliding inside you.
"Thank me for fixing you." You moan as you do. "Tell me that you owe me your life for fixing you." You do as his fingers fuck you, drawing more moans. "Thank me for taking away your desire for freedom." Panting you do, memories of him waterboarding you till you begged to eat his ass. "Tell me that independence is wasted on a stupid little girl like you." Biting your lip doesn't stop the moans as the memories of him tapping your clit with the violet wand when you said something wrong. Like thinking the name your parents gave you was your real name. He was right and you told him you weren't strong enough to be independent.
"Good girl." Even your husband was suprised at how hard you came on his fingers.
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