god im still thinking about the show dog thing. being strapped down and put on display and just being soooo obedient about it because im getting so much attention and I wanna make my owner proud. genuinely just obsessed with the idea of people talking about me and touching me like im not even there, like I don’t have any say in it. because why should a dog like me have any say?
I’m obsessed with the idea of having the best behaved and prettiest mutt. I want to spend the whole dog show being hard on my pup, striking their inner thighs with a riding crop to get them to spred further and show off their holes, dressing them up in the finest collar, making sure their coat is perfectly groomed, not a hair out of place. I want other owners to ask what my secret is- how I train them so good.
There is no secret- the key is to make your puppy want to win. To want to make me proud. After they get first place, I take puppy home and give them a special treat all while wearing their blue ribbon. My little best in show. Pushed hard- then spoiled rotten.
Very simple but I just really like the idea of fingering a guy with one hand and using another hand to grip his jaw in a way where he’s forced to make eye contact,,, so he’s forced to look you in the eye while hearing all the wet dirty noises his hole is making and it’s kind of embarrassing and makes him feel sooo slutty and stupid with his body making such lewd sounds
I just really need someone to use my holes like a literal toy. Pull my cunt lips, slap my holes until they're swollen, fill them with random objects out of curiosity, spread me wide and make me regret being so wet for attention
i just think a trans twink sobbing from coming, sprawled back over the pool table with his legs tied apart, as yet another pool ball is forced inside his cunt while he's getting fucked in the arse would be. very special
same trans twink with his belly swollen full of pool balls, every one of them stuffed inside his cunt, getting bounced on a big biker's cock. overwhelmed by his bulging, aching cunt and his well-fucked arse, and then the biker presses hard on his stomach so that the pool balls start popping out of him and rolling across the floor as he writhes
can’t decide which end of the baseball bat i’m more afraid of. the wider end that stretches my cunt beyond reason, hard and unyielding as i clench and come around it. or the handle end, which is smaller, but has that brutal lip that is fucked deep into me until i come hard enough and enough times that my entrance has to stretch open again to let it out.
Anonymous: hiiii currently ive got insect infestation on the mind. id love to be filled with eggs of all kinds of insects and be forced to incubate them until I birth the entire colony. it'd be really hot if I were deathly afraid of bugs too and the distress was mind breaking
Body invasion is always so good <3
I’m putting half of this beneath a readmore since it got longer than I meant it to, heh =w=“
Imagine you get kidnapped by a man who wants a slave he can break. He has a few ideas, but the one he’s really favoring is fear, and he’s already got supplies for a few of the common ones. Snakes, bugs, heights, drowning - he just needs a suitable subject. His current test is releasing a large bug in public, and seeing who screams. You just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and he has no trouble following you to an isolated spot, where he can force you into the back of his car.
He lays you out on a table in his basement. Of course, someone of his type has a table designed to tilt back and forth if need be, so he makes sure your limbs are tightly bound spread-eagle before tilting the table backwards so that your feet are above your head. He inserts a funnel into your exposed cunt, which makes you whine past the gag secured in your mouth.
He picks up one of a stack of small plastic containers nearby, and holds it up to your face so that you can see the label written on it in marker. Eggs. "You know what kind of eggs these are, slut?” he asks you, and you tearfully shake your head. He grins at you. “Neither do I. All I know is that whatever hatches from them is gonna have lots of legs.”
You realize just what he means, and you scream into the gag as he opens the container and tips the eggs into the funnel. Grinning sadistically, your captor gently prods the eggs into your pussy, and you can feel them pressing up against your walls. He picks up the next box to repeat the process, and that’s when you take a good look at the stack of boxes. There are more than you first thought, way more, and you can only assume what he plans to do with them.
You cry and sob into your gag as he repeats the process over and over, stuffing you full of bug eggs. When no more fit into your cunt, he carefully removes the funnel and presses them deeper into you with his fingers. They’re all so small that you can’t feel them individually, but the sensation of them pouring into your womb is horrifying in a brand-new way. When the ones in your pussy have been forced past your cervix, he inserts the funnel again to fill you with another batch.
By the time he’s done with your cunt, your midsection already looks like you’re three months into a pregnancy, the gentle swell disguising something much more disgusting than a baby. To your complete horror, he tugs the funnel out of your pussy gently and slides it right into your ass. “Oh, you thought you were just gonna be the host for those ones?” Your captor shakes his head, grinning, and you try to writhe away from the sensation of eggs pouring into your body again. “No, sweetheart. You gotta be really full if you wanna be a good incubator.”
You don’t want to be a good incubator, of course, but the man gives you no choice as he fills you with enough eggs to make your belly swell even further. Then, he lubes up a pair of large plugs on a harness, and slides them into you to lock them in place. “Now you can’t push any of them out until they’re all ready,” he says, patting your belly proudly. He smiles down at you. “I bet you can’t wait, huh?”
At this point, you’re nearly out of your mind with terror, tears streaking down your cheeks almost nonstop (though you lost the will to scream about halfway through your guts being filled). You’re still hoping it’s all just a bad dream, a nightmare that you can easily wake up from - but no such luck. Every time you open your eyes, you’re still right back where this whole mess started - strapped to the table in this man’s basement. He at least gives you the mercy of rotating the table into a more comfortable position for you, but that’s nothing in the face of what he’s putting you through.
It only takes a few days for the eggs to hatch.
You’re still half-asleep when something in your belly moves, just slightly. Your eyes snap open at the sensation, and you whimper without meaning to. Your kidnapper immediately hurries to your side.
“Did you feel something?” he asks excitedly, rubbing your rounded middle. “Is it time for you to give birth?”
You moan in terror, tears already welling up in your eyes as you shake your head back and forth. You’re not trying to lie to him - you just don’t want this to happen. Anything but this.
Your captor correctly reads your emotions. “It’s alright, sweetheart,” he coos, rubbing gentle circles into your swollen belly. Another twitch. Then another. “They’re not gonna hurt you, they’re just gonna scramble around inside of you until all of them have hatched. I’m only gonna let you give birth when they’re all ready to come out. It’s so safe and warm inside the incubator that it only makes sense for me to let them explore you, right?”
You moan again, more desperate this time. The twitching inside is constant now, though it’s invisible from outside. You can just feel the beginnings of leggy bodies finding their way around, and it’s already almost impossible for you to withstand. Your captor watches you with glee, apparently delighting in the way you try to pull free of the restrains, delighting in your muffled pleas for mercy, delighting in the way your belly slowly starts to move. More and more of the eggs are hatching now, and the collective scramble of the insects - your young, your children - is growing obvious.
“I’m gonna tilt you backwards,” your captor says as he fiddles with the table. “That way, they have to crawl out of you on their own, and you have to push. I want you to put in the work to prove that I’m not wasting my time here.” He shoots you a glance when he tilts your head back. “I can punish you with all kinds of things if you disappoint me.”
You’re already breathing quickly, your heart racing in your chest, and you shake your head frantically, unwilling to find out what might constitute a “punishment” from this man. He laughs. “That’s what I thought.” He leans in close. “So you’re just gonna have to be a good incubator for me, huh?”
He reaches for the harness keeping the plugs in, and you’re suddenly even more terrified of seeing the things crawling out of you than you are of feeling them. You shake your head one more time, screaming and moaning into the gag, but your kidnapper ignores you as he slowly, slowly slides the huge plugs out of your holes, freeing the brood inside.
Immediately, you toss your head back and push with all of your might, intent on emptying your body as fast as possible and making sure you don’t disappoint your captor. You cry out with the effort, and sob for breath at the sensation of dozens - hundreds - of chitinous bodies slipping out of you, scrambling over each other in their rush to escape. Some of them crawl across your legs and up your body, and you scream, thrashing your limbs to get them off of you. Unfortunately, you can’t move like that and push at the same time, so you have to howl in agony and terror on your next heave, more bugs squirting out of you and scuttling across your exposed skin.
Time gets blurry. Fear, pain, and the stimulation of your cunt and guts all blend together to scramble your head, and the only thing you can think about is emptying yourself as fast as possible. You don’t care about what your captor wants anymore, you just need these things out, out of you, you can’t stand the feelings, you hate it, hate it more than you’ve hated anything before. You know you’re helpless, and you know there’s no escaping this, so this is the only thing you can do to save yourself. It’s the only act of self-preservation available to you.
Your captor interrupts your desperate bid for salvation by putting a hand over your cunt, blocking the exit for so many of those creatures. “Now, now, no need to rush,” he soothes you. “You’re so pretty when you’re scared like this.” You open your eyes, and even through bleary vision you can see that your captor is jacking himself off. “Your screaming is so pretty.” He climbs onto the table, still holding your pussy closed with one hand, and kneels on your legs, masturbating the whole time. “I just can’t help myself.”
He lets go of you, and you prepare to push again - but he doesn’t let you. Instead, he forces his cock inside, mindless of the bugs he’s crushing against your walls, and immediately starts fucking you like an animal, his cock slamming against your cervix. The bugs still inside of you don’t appreciate the interruption and start moving more desperately, which makes you squirm and whine even more, even though your captor’s cock feels good. You hate that it feels good, but the stimulation of a normal cock feels like heaven when contrasted with the horror of having your body invaded.
It’s all too much for you.
You go limp, eyes rolled back into your head. Your kidnapper can only fuck weak moans out of you, and you don’t even care about the sensation of legs marching across your body. Your captor puts a hand on your middle and presses, squeezing eggs out of your ass and cervix by force, promptly fucking the bugs right back into you. “See, I knew you’d like it eventually,” he purrs. “You want to be an incubator forever, don’t you?”
You nod dumbly, and your captor laughs. You’re broken, and he knows it. “I can do whatever I want to you, hm? And you won’t try to escape.” You nod again. “I thought so. Do you want to try escaping?” To shattered to think about disobeying and incurring his wrath, you shake your head. “Good, that’s a good slut. You’re my slave now, and you love it, don’t you?”
You nod again, and he cums, grunting and growling as his seed jets directly into your womb. That at least quiets down the bugs inside, but you barely even notice. “Mm…that’s my good slut,” he says, pressing on your midsection again. Cum and bugs slide into your cunt, pouring from your cervix sluggishly. “I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”
you can actually trick flirty tboys into letting you breed them by baiting them into a wrestling match and using your entire body weight to trap them against the ground so you can rape their greedy cunts full. nono, don’t listen to the screams for help: he’s just being a tease :3
sore-loser tboy crying and whining and pounding his fists against your shoulders while you hush him and pump another load in his achey, throbbing hole :( :( :( :( :(
the concept of being "broken in" is so hot
like you're gonna fuck me or hurt me so aggressively and with such little concern for my body that you permanently make me more compliant and submissive?
First week away and he’s quickly learned first-hand how they deal with their most irritating students. His disruptive behavior and usual tardiness would land him strung up and muzzled in a basement cell for an afternoon, or worse!
I was forced to wear these underwear at work today for my 10 hour shift…. They’re so small and my pussy is just complete eating them up. Everytime I bend over or lift something I feel it flossing between my lips. I’m getting so wet and embarrassed from how turned on I am. It’s so humiliating to wear these tiny panties under my carhartts while I do manual labor, every movement reminding me of what’s between my legs.
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