When her boyfriend was away at work or out with friends, her insatiable urge to edge felt the strongest. At times, simply rubbing her cunt or grinding against the various pieces of furniture across the house didn't satisfy her. So, without his knowledge, she bought herself a fucking machine with a huge dildo attachment.
The day came where she had time alone to test it out. She eagerly set everything up, grabbing the remote to the device so that she could stop it whenever she got close to cumming. Her pussy was steadily stretched around the massive cock. Gritting her teeth at the stretch, she accidentally crushed the flimsy remote in her white knuckled grip, causing the pistons to rapidly thrust out of control.
She tried to crawl away from its ruthless pounding, but her cunt clenched too tightly around the dildo. Soon she lost the energy to fight it. Unable to move, she ended up cumming on the silicon dick over and over again, each orgasm adding to the puddle beneath her and eroding more of her sanity.
Despite her boyfriend's diligent training of her, her perfect edging record was once again broken. When he returned home he was appalled to see her fucked out on the floor, penetrated by the monster cock on the machine.
Wanting to punish her, he showed no mercy, overstimulating her already sensitive cunt relentlessly for hours, tied spread out on the bed with a vibrator strapped snuggly against her clit, and the fucking machine pounding the oversized dildo into her cunt. By the time he released her she was a drooly, brainless, sweaty mess, unable to move more than pathetic twitches. But he wasn't done with her.
For the next month he forced her to wear a remote controlled vibrator deep in her pussy to restart her edging streak. Because he didn't trust her to not touch herself and spoil her edge she was fitted with a chastity belt. Whenever he wanted to fuck her or be entertained by her masturbating for him he slathered numbing cream all over her pussy. Her tears of frustration at the lack of stimulation fueled the fire in him. She'd beg for him to abuse her, slapping her ass or tits just so she could feel something.
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It was at times like these that he loved to remind her how far she had fallen from her previous innocence. How she'd do anything for a chance to get laid. How she once hated edging and impact play but now she craved it. How she hadn't gotten mad at him when she discovered he was secretly recording their sex, instead cumming harder than she ever had from it. It led him to do it again and again, even when he first took her anal virginity. She'd always cum soom after she noticed wherever the camera was hiding, turned on by her humiliation caught on tape.
Or how she had always craved his attention, so much so that she naively did anything he asked and believed anything he told her. Like how he convinced her that wearing skimpier, see-through clothing without underwear was completely normal.
Once, when she was still resistant to her new wardrobe, she had made the mistake of trusting him to use a reasonable dosage of Marijuana in the edibles he made for them. She ended up stoned out of her mind on the couch, falling asleep then waking up still high and weak. He had dressed her in tight revealing clothes, which she tried to protest, but her body was too inebriated to put up a good fight. He ended up parading her through the streets, grinning at every catcall she received from strangers.
If she vetoed his fashion choices for her he'd degrade her, insulting her intelligence, claiming she was too stupid to make decisions for herself. She began believing him, even when he'd force her to wear skin-tight latex suits that she could barely move in and dug uncomfortably between her pussy lips. The praise and reassurance she got from his friends as they hungrily looked at her slutty outfits made her forget her boyfriend's cruel words.
Once she was fully indoctrinated into her slutty lifestyle he enjoyed taking her out on the town. He'd sit on park benches and place her on his lap, her back to his chest. Tugging her clothes out of the way, he'd coax men strolling in thr park to come grope and finger her. She squirmed and moaned, blushing as she noticed disgusted passerby glaring at her lewd display. Her boyfriend always fed into her need to please, praising her for being so hospitable to the men.
Her obedience was noticed by all who saw the couple. Amazed at how a sexy girl like her was so clearly submissive for her boyfriend, a young virgin boy that took the same bus as them once asked him how he trained her so well. He explained his method of mixing praises and degradation, gaslighting and reassurance, then offered to show the boy his technique in real time. Right there in the bus he bent he over the seat and rammed his cock into her. He called her a useless whore as he bullied her cervix, all while the virgin boy watched, stroking his cock. Both men sprayed their loads, her boyfriend's in her pussy and the boy's on her face.
On the subway one day they got onto a semi crowded train. She was wearing the tiny corset and mini skirt he had picked out for her, clinging to him as the car sped forth. She noticed a girl in a similar outfit staring at her from a nearby seat.
Excited to finally see another 'normally' dressed girl, she decided to flaunt her body to one-up her. The girl's eyes widened as the edge slut untied her top, allowing her already bugling breasts to spill out, and flipped up her skirt, flashing her bare pussy. Of course it didn't go unnoticed, both by some of the commuters and her boyfriend.
Immediately he grabbed her by the throat from behind, growling in her ear his disappoint in her actions. To punish her for being so attention hungry he decided to humilate her in front of the audience.
The skimpily dressed girl sitting watched in horror as the slut is speared on his cock, his fingers still choking her neck. She's even more mortified when her cunt gets wet as she hears him call her a braindead slut.
Against her better judgment, she stands and approaches the couple, timidly asking if she could join in as well. The boyfriend happily accepts and ends up defiling both girls on the train with degraging names, brusies, and cum for all to see.
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It was challenging but she made it through the month in the chastity belt without cumming. To celebrate her release from chastity he threw a party. Even though it was meant for her, she ended up being responsible for 'welcoming' guests at the door.
Blindfolded, bound, deafened, gagged, and nude, she was sat at the front door. A sign beside her told arriving partygoers to squeeze her tits hard enough to make her squeal, acting as the event's doorbell. Then they'd chose their choice of dildo from an adjacent table to thrust into her cunt as much as they pleased before entering.
Waitress really wondering if the pay is worth all the requests she gets for fresh milk in the coffee.
Julie sat on the wooden stool, arms crossed over her chest and legs crossed to match, as the familiar scent of coffee floated into the back room from behind the bar. Her fingers drummed on her arm as she watched her coworker tinker with the small machine, occasionally glancing at the hose that stuck out from one side. Her nipples stiffened despite herself, acting on memory and instinct.
"This is entirely unfair, you know." She reached up and brushed her black-and-purple hair out of her eyes. "I have a degree! I shouldn't have to do this. It's discriminatory, is what it is! Just because I'm the only woman at this shop, doesn't mean I should have to go through... Through... This!" She gestured angrily at the pumps before crossing her arms again, huffing defiantly.
Harrison took a deep sigh, mentally preparing himself to have, yet again, the same conversation he had with Julie at least twice a week. "You're right. Sure! You're absolutely right. Sorry, you're the only one with actual tits here. Maybe you should have done what I did and had yours chopped off before you started working here." He leaned over the pump, featuring at the frustrated barista, wrench in hand. "But you didn't think about that before you signed the agreement, did you? You just saw 'employee will earn 90% of tips on all orders containing Fresh Milk™' and you signed on the dotted line." A sly grin crept over Harrison's lips. "Not to mention, I don't hear you complaining when I flip that little switch." He cleared his throat and raised his pitch, letting his eyes cross and his tongue loll out. "Oh! Yes! Ah! I'm m-making so much milk! It's sucking so hard on my thick, juicy udders!" As his grin returned, wider than before, he gave his now deeply blushing coworker a wink and a kiss. Julia, cheeks near bruising, huffed and turned her head.
"W-whatever. Shut up. Can we just get this over with? I'm just about full to bursting with Company Resources over here and I'd really like to not soak through my clothes."
His grin fell to a subtle smirk as Harrison returned his focus to the machine in front of him. "Fine, fine, I think I'm done with the capacity upgrades, so we should be good to go." He shrugged his shoulders. "It's popular stuff, I guess." His hand wrapped around the hose near where it met the machine and dragged along its length, finding the suction cups on the far end. With his free hand, he flipped the switch on the machine and it whirred to life, Harrison testing the suction in the cups with his thumbs. "All set on my side. Your turn, Bessie."
Julie resented the nickname, however fitting it might be. Little grumbles bubbled out of her as she lifted the steps of her apron over her head and let it fall forward. Her fingers fiddled with the buttons on her shirt, the struggle made more difficult with how tight they were pulled. The temptation to say Screw It, slip her fingers into one of the diamond gaps, and pull until buttons scattered across the floor grew stronger as her frustration mounted. The only thing that kept her grounded was the thought that, if she got any bigger, she wouldn't even need to use her hands. She closed her eyes, steeling herself against any comment Harrison might make about the fact that she was wearing a nursing bra, having to find the corner clasps in the dark before peeling down the cups of her bra.
Harrison swallowed. God, Julia's tits had become massive. He had noticed they were big early on, in a random moment when Julie smoothed down her apron over her stomach, but they had easily doubled in size since then. He didn't know how big the bra was, potentially in the K-cup range (appropriate, for a coffee shop) but with the way her tits bulged around the straps, deep red lines left in Julie's pale skin, he could tell that it wasn't enough, especially when she was engorged like this. Her nipples had to be as big as two of his fingers put together, swollen both from the growth and from Julie's regular milking. A quiet ahem! snapped Harrison out of his daze and brought him back to what he was supposed to be doing. He tried and failed to keep his hands from trembling as he brought the suction cups towards Julie's nipples.
"Well? You waiting for an embossed invitation? Get those things on- OOUUGGHH! Fuuuuuck!"
The suction dragged Julie's nipples into the cups, milk rushing out from her swollen tits. She doubled over, her hands gripping her knees until her knuckles turned white. As shameful as it was, the pleasure that washed over her made Harrison's teasing expression remarkably accurate. "Oh God... What did I let them do to me... They gave me these huge fucking udders!"
Harrison quickly rushed over to the door, slamming it shut in an effort to keep Julie's erotic rambling from reaching the customers.
"They turned me into a cow! I was supposed to be an artist! This was supposed to be a survival job! And now I have these massive milkers!" Julie thrust her chest forward, throwing her head back. Blush crept into Harrison's cheeks as he watched his objectively very pretty coworker in the throes of passion. Milk rushed into the cups and down the hose, filling the canister stuck into the side. Even with the capacity upgrades, it seemed to be filling awfully fast. A moan from Julie brought Harrison back to the show she was putting on. Her hands gripped the sides of her swollen breasts, squeezing to encourage her milk to flow.
"Mmmf, fuuuuuck, my tits are so fucking big! I make so much milk! I'm a fucking COW!" Harrison braced himself for the moan that he was sure would follow, but it didn't come. Julie's eyes rolled back. Her jaw dropped open. Her tongue hung loosely from her lips. But no sound came out, her throat too tense from the orgasm that was overwhelming her. The pumps just barely kept the suction cups from filling with milk, whisking it away as fast as it could.
Finally, Julie collapsed. As the orgasm faded, it took her strength with it. She slumped forward, breathing heavily, hair matted to her forehead with sweat. Harrison wanted to comfort her or at least check if she was okay, but he was worried she might topple over entirely. He tried to distract himself from his own arousal, checking on the pump to make sure it was still working, checking the milk in the tank, all the while he kept glancing back at Julie, waiting for her to snap out of it. As the flow of milk waned, turning to a trickle, he flipped the switch and shut it off. Soon, all that was left was the sound of Julie catching her breath. His finger traced over the side of the tank, dragging along the volume markers to find just how much had been pulled from Julie's tits.
"Uh oh."
Julie's head snapped up, her voice hoarse from her erotic outbursts. "Uh oh? Uh oh? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Julie's gaze was fierce and furious and Harrison could barely meet it. "W-well, uh... The capacity upgrades were mostly to make sure we weren't missing any. Demand for your milk keeps going up and we keep running out and-"
"Just spit it out! What does-"
"You're not making enough milk."
The words hung in the air, both of them slightly stunned by the revelation.
"...What?"
"T-to meet demand. Sales have been so good and I'm sure you've seen your tips go up, but we keep running out. I was hoping we'd get more with a bigger tank, but it's still not enough." Harrison let his gaze drift down to Julie's chest before looking back up at her stunned expression. "And, well, in the contract-"
"I'm going to have to go bigger, aren't I?"
Harrison's mouth opened, only to wordlessly close again, nodding his head. Julie looked down at her gigantic udders, trying to picture how much bigger they could really get. The answer sent a shudder down her spine, but she had no idea how much of it was fear and how much of it was arousal.
is it wrong of me to want to be a cute little porn star? is it wrong of me to get jealous at the girls in tiny outfits and pretty jewelry? the ones who throw up all over a cock but still take it balls deep because a man’s pleasure is more important? the ones who get their sloppy cunts used and abused until their holes are gaping?
Just came across your tentacles at the beach fic and now it got me imagining, instead of wandering off alone, what if you and your friends (girls & guys) find that cave instead? Cluelessly wandering in until it's too late to turn back, tentacles grabbing you guys all at once and starting to fuck y'all. But not just that, they also make you guys fuck each other, playing with y'all like little dolls.
Find Pt1 here
Hidden In The Cavern Walls Pt2
Content: NSFW, (F-Reader x M), Tentacles, CNC
You wake up on the cave floor coated in the creature's seed, now cold with the time that has passed. With hazy consciousness you see movement in your peripheral and hear sickening squelching. Looking over, to your horror, you see some of your friends being violated by the tentacled creature.
The slimy arms restrain them in the air as others thrust rhythically into their every hole. Some of your male friends are being jerked off, the creature spiralling it's limbs around their shafts as they stroke them.
They must have come to find you, but instead found the cavernous monster as well. You have no idea how long they have been toyed with, seeing some still struggling against the beast while others are entirely loose and pliant.
Carefully you try to drag yourself out of the cave without drawing its attention. Your feeble attempt is quickly foiled as a hulky tentacle darts towards you, hoisting you off the ground.
Weakly you squirm in its grasp as it flicks at your already abused holes. It pauses, almost as if it has an idea.
Before you know it the creature is shoving your sore cunt down onto one of your male friend's cock. It smooshes you two together over and over again like a toddler would with dolls. You both moan and whine, too drunk off of forced pleasure to protest.
The monster is pleased at your noises, pushing you into each other harder and faster to coax more groans out. Before long the two of you tip over the edge, cumming for the beast's entertainment. It overstimulates you, eager to continue this game to witness your climax again.
For hours this persists, being moved about like ragdolls, involuntary cumming your brains out from the creature's ministrations. It only lets you rest when it grows bored, slithering away back into the holes in the cavern walls.
Girls, what's stopping you from doing this? Are you too dignified? Too well respected? Look through your likes and try and say that with a straight face
My baby son really fucking likes pimping me out, doesn't he? There's no way it's about the money now, and really, I think I like it far better this way... hey! There's nothing wrong with a mother breastfeeding a baby in public, is there? It shouldn't matter if the baby is mine.
Content: NSFW, (F-Reader x Multiple M Werewolves), Kidnapping, Dubcon, Breeding, Cumflation
Awkwardly lying in the dirt, legs still pried apart by the spreader bar and wrists still cuffed around the breeding pole, you try to ignore the sensation of the caked-on cum coating your thighs.
Everyone has gone to bed, forgetting to free you after the long day of continuous breeding by the townsmen. It's dark and cold; only the full moon providing any light.
Your tired body awakens as you feel an unknown presence seemingly watching you from further in the woods. Straining your eyes you think you see a dark shadow emerge from behind the trunk of a tree. Then another.
Your heart races as three hulking masses grow in size as they loom closer to you. Unable to escape, you shiver as the creatures step into the moonlight, showing off their sharpened canines and fur lined bodies. Werewolves.
They sniff and study you as you cower, frozen in fear. You flinch as their claws trace your cum-stained legs up to your pussy. Their snouts prod at your hole, inhaling deeply, until they are startled away by your chained hands swatting at them.
Looking at one another they seem to reach an unspoken agreement. The one grabs the chain connected to your handcuffs and snaps it with little effort. Another aburptly grabs the spreader bar by your ankles with one beastly fist and hoists you upside-down over its shoulder.
They head back to their den, ignoring your wails and limp punches to the monster's back. You shut up quickly once inside the cavern they call home as you pass more werewolves than you can count.
Deep within their den they finally stop in front of a slab of rock which they unceremoniously fling you onto. As you reorient yourself one of the werewolves has already snapped the spreader bar, letting your legs free. They feel like jelly after being forced open wide for so long, but that doesn't stop you from kicking the beast right in the face.
A guttural growl rumbles from its chest. With its giant claws it catches your next kick, gripping onto your ankle so tightly that its nails draw blood. Your screams echo as it snatches your other leg. Pulling apart your legs, you look in terror as its crazed eyes bore into yours.
Expecting to be ripped apart, you squeeze your eyes shut in dreadful anticipation, only to be met with the sensation of a thick, slobbering tongue prodding at your cunt. Gasping, you see the creature's impossibly long tongue greedily lap up the remanants of seed in your hole left there by the townsmen.
Covering your mouth, you try to hide your moans as it licks every inch of your pussy clean. Once the werewolf stops tasting cum, and instead only your arousal, it stops and drags your ass to the edge of the rock slab.
Drunk with pleasure, you tilt your head up to look at what it plans to do next. Your blood runs cold as you see the girthy, angry-red cock head it aligns to your entrance. With your ankles still in its grasp you desperately try to squirm away.
It pulls you back like you're a doll, then promptly spears you on its member. Stars dot your vision as you're filled more than you've ever been. Both the walls of your pussy and its cock pulse and throb. It groans as it retreats, leaving just the tip of itself inside, before ramming back in, deeper this time.
The stretch is painful, yet the delightful friction of it scraping your cunt is indescribable. The werewolf lets out animalistic grunts as it punches the air out of your lungs with each thrust.
You're going delirious, experiencing pain and pleasure like never before. As its pace quickens you rise closer and closer to what will surely be the most intense orgasm of your life. Just as you are about to climax, it pulls almost all the way out of you and stops for a moment. Before you can complain it stabs its cock all the way to your cervix in one fell swoop, and keeps pushing a bit more until your pussy lips expand to suck up its bulbous knot.
Feeling the fullness of that knot hurdles you over the edge. You violently spasm as copious amounts of werewolf seed floods your tiny womb. Its fur gets soaked as you uncontrollably squirt while trapped on its cock.
Both you and the creature collapse, the hairy beast almost crushing you under its weight. It pants hot breath beside your ear.
Finally it stands, walking with you still stuck on its pulsing knot. Looking down you see your stomach has descended from the obscene amount of cum in your womb. It's so bloated you look pregnant already.
You're taken to an area filled with makeshift cages, other human women laying on beds of straw within them. The werewolf takes you to an empty one, slides you off its now deflating knot, and locks you in along the puddle of cum that fell out of your abused cunt.
Our Entertainment. The dining room buzzes with chatter and the clink of wine glasses as you step inside. Your eyes snag on it immediately... your seat. It’s parked at the head of the table, a sleek, sturdy thing with a matte black finish, and jutting up from the chair is a thick, glossy dildo, shameless and impossible to ignore. My friends are already here, interspersed around the table, half drunk and grinning, their curiosity pinging between me and that obscene piece of furniture.
"What’s with the setup?" one of them asks, jerking his chin toward the chair. His smirk says he’s already got a guess.
I don’t dodge it. "It’s for her," I say, locking eyes with you. "Keeps her cunt busy while we drink. She’s the night’s entertainment."
Their laughter ripples through the room, and you feel the heat crawl up your neck. You’re still standing there, frozen for a second, but I nod towards it. "Go on. Sit."
You hesitate, but the pull’s too strong — my voice, their stares, the promise of what's waiting for you. You ease yourself down, and the dildo slides in slow, stretching you open with a dull, insistent pressure. A ragged little sound slips out of you, and someone across the table snickers. I work quickly, looping rope around your wrists and ankles, tethering you to the chair’s frame. Your arms flex, testing the give, but there’s none. Your legs are splayed, locked wide, and that dildo’s buried deep now, pinning you in place.
"Can’t have you pawing at yourself," I say, loud enough for everyone to hear. “That'd ruin the fun.”
I step back, letting them see you. All of you. Your thighs twitch, muscles jumping under your skin as you adjust to the fullness. I dip my fingers between your legs, brushing the edge of where the dildo’s sunk into you, and pull them back glistening. "Look at that," I say, holding up the evidence. "Soaked already!"
They lean in, eyes glinting, and the questions start flying at you. "Does it feel good?" one asks, teasing. "You like being stuck like that?" Another chimes in, as if he's just discussing the weather.
You try to answer, but your words come out fragmented, sliced up by the shudders rolling through you. "It’s... mmphhh... it’s a lot," you manage, and then your breath gets caught as the first orgasm slams into you, yet another uninvited guest. Your head tips back, lips parting, and a moan spills out, raw and loud. The table erupts with laughter, a few claps, someone muttering, "Wow, that fast?"
I don’t let you settle. I circle behind you, resting my hands on your shoulders, and nod at the man closest. "Go ahead. Touch her." He doesn’t need telling twice. His fingers graze your chest, finding a nipple and tugging hard. You yelp, a high, desperate sound, and your body jerks against the ropes. Another hand joins in — someone’s pressing two fingers into your mouth, sliding them along your tongue. You choke a little, drool pooling at the corners, and they laugh at you, delighted.
"She’s a mess," they say, impressed. "You trained her well."
"She’s a good fuck doll," I agree, casual as anything. "Watch this." I remove their fingers, grip your jaw, tilting your head back, and shove my cock into your mouth. You whimper; eyes glassy. "See? She’ll take whatever you give her."
You’re fighting the restraints now, hips shifting, chasing friction that isn’t there. The initial entrance pushed you to orgasm, but now that you’ve settled in, it’s not enough. The dildo is filling you up but not moving, not giving you what you need. It’s maddening, and I can tell. I see your breath turn shallow, the way your fingers curl into fists. I love it. They love it. The whole room is feeding off your desperation.
Another hand snakes out, latching onto one of your nipples, pinching it tight and rolling it slow between their fingertips. Your moan comes out choked, garbled around my thick cock shoved deep in your mouth. "She’s loud," one says, grinning at me. "Is that the only way you can shut her up?"
"Pretty much," I say back, voice flat and smug. "Only keeps quiet when I’ve got her throat stuffed" That earns a burst of rowdy yells, glasses clinking in approval. "Don’t be shy now, I’m the only one that can fuck her, but you all can touch!"
And just like that, they swarm you. Hands everywhere, a frenzy of grabbing, stroking, yanking at your skin. Fingers are digging into your thighs, palms smacking your chest, someone raking nails down your side. It’s a flood of sensation, too much to track, hitting you like a shockwave that leaves you squirming, ropes creaking as you strain against them.
You’re trembling now, sweat beading on your forehead, and I can see the strain in your arms as you pull against the ropes. Another orgasm is building. Your thighs clenching, the little gasps you can’t hold back. Even more of the tells that I've learned to track. "Go on," I mutter. "Show them how greedy you are." It hits you hard, your whole body locking up as you cum again, a strangled cry breaking free. The table’s a chaos of noise. More cheers, filthy comments, a fist on the table. You’re panting, chest heaving, and I slide a hand down between your legs, stopping just short of where you want it. "Good girl," I say, voice carrying over the racket. "Keeping us entertained."
imagine living in a world where it was acceptable for everyone to react to their biological impulse to grope your ftm tits, you talk to your friends and they casually slide a hand under your shirt, your best friend starts pulling on your hard nipples while you're having coffee, your teacher squeezing your breast through your shirt, your therapist circling your nipples while you shiver, your pastor tugs on your nipples while you confess your sins, strangers on the bus walk up to you just to take out your tits and bruise them
oh to be blindfolded with my hands tied behind my back as your force me to ride your fingers toying with my clit until im shaking and begging for anything inside me..and when you do fuck me, i’m a moaning, stuttering mess..until to the point it’s just fucking pathetic..
just because you already came doesn’t mean it’s over. i’ve got you right where i want you. you’re shaking, too sensitive, every nerve lit up, and i can feel it in the way you react to my fingers even when i barely move them. matter of fact I’m gonna go a little harder pretty thing. oh it hurts? but mommy only hurts you because you love it, because you sound so pretty sweetheart. you can take a little more for me I know you can. you prove me right every time because you’re such a good girl.
Hot wash cycle. Still warm from the dryer, she pulls her lucky skirt from the laundry pile with a frustrated groan. “oooh nooo… it shrunk!” She holds up the pink fabric. It was already a small garment, but now it would barely fit. Unwilling to let go, she pulls it up her legs. Squeezing past her bum and sucking in her stomach, the girl stands in front of her mirror.
The hem of the skirt barely covers her pussy. Tugging at the bottom, the ditzy girl rationalizes her outfit. “it’s long enough…” She says to no one. Absent minded, the girl has already forgotten to put on panties. A cute shirt with no bra and she’s ready for the day. Turning away from the mirror, her round ass hangs out of the skirt - flashing her pussy through her thigh gap.
Everybody’s being so nice to me today! All the cute boys smile at her as she walks through the park. She has a skip in her step, jiggling her bare bum and showing off her tight cunt. “hai puppy!” The girl squats to pet a friendly dog. The owner is friendly, too. He asks to take a photo of her playing with the pet. She grins as the phone camera captures her exposed pussy.
Later on, she flips through clothes on a hanger. One drops to the floor and the girl bends over to pick it up. When she rises, the older man standing behind her wants to show her something. “Pardon me, but I think you’d look great in this shirt.” The white crop top is thin and frilly. Trying it on, the stretched fabric is see-through. He helps adjust it, squeezing her tits and brushing against her nipples.
I can’t believe he bought this for me! I love my lucky skirt. More men stare at her like a piece of meat as she walks home. Whenever a slight breeze floats by, the oblivious girl is essentially naked. The girl’s heart skips a beat when she sees her hot neighbour walking down the street towards her. She feels confident. She feels lucky. Waving at him, they talk for the first time.
The man is polite and kind. She giggles and bounces on her heels after every sentence. Gawking at the hot guy, she fiddles with her skirt. He looks her up and down. Her nervous grip on the fabric makes her lift up the front for a full view of her wet pussy. The man breaks the ice with an obvious question. “How much?”
“huh?” The dumb girl doesn’t understand. “what do you mean?” He’s upfront and casual. “How much money to spend a few hours together.” She’s entirely confused. “i don’t have much money, but I’d really like to hang out with you…” Clearly, a more blunt approach is required. “You’re a prostitute, right? I’ll pay you to have sex with me.”
The girl turns bright pink, matching her tiny skirt. He thinks I’m a prostitute? Aren’t they really pretty? That’s such a sweet compliment… Her thighs are sticky-wet with her pussy juice. “i don’t know how that stuff works…” The man give her a condescending pat on the bum. “Don’t think too much about it. I’ll just come by this evening.”
She’s dancing by the time she gets home. Flopping into bed, she starts to scribble excitedly into her diary:
OMG I had the bestest day!!! My lucky skirt shrunk but I love how it fits! Everybody kept looking at me and smiling and telling me I’m pretty! I finally felt confident enough to talk to that hot guy and he was sooo nice!!! He kinda said I looked like a whore :) <3 <3 <3 I think I have a date with him tonight! Hope I get lucky!!!!
an isolated village is starting to worry about the declining population and one of the older pervs suggests solving it before it's a real problem by having a public use breeding slave ("you") and it may or may not be consensual (most of them don't know or care you're tied up and gagged for reasons they don't care to learn)
once all the guys have a turn your meant to be plugged up and untied but someone "forgot"
and you spend the whole day getting you're boobs sucked and cunt fucked
Breeding Pole
Content: NSFW, (F-Reader x Multiple M), CNC, BDSM, Exhibitionism, Gangbang, Breeding
Read Part 2 Here
No one thought the local old, senile man was being serious when he suggested 'the town's women should be forcefully bred' to help combat their low population. Sure life was hard for the aging townsfolk in the little village secluded in the deep forest, but no one would stoop that low to do something so barbaric, right?
Apparently everyone would if given the chance, as you found out when you awoke naked and chained to a pole on the outskirts of town. You were cuffed with your arms hugging the cold steel pole, and your legs were held apart by the metallic spreader bar locked around your ankles. Desperately you called for help, tugging uselessly against the metal bindings.
Defeated, you sighed and rested your cheek on the pole. Exhaustion from your phailing set in and you sleepily leaned against the pole for what felt like hours. The crunch of leaves behind you jolted you out of your haze.
Any semblance of hope for rescue evaporated as you turn to see the old man who advocated for the forced breeding of all the town's 'holes'. He already had his cock in his wrinkly hand as he licked his lips, approaching your exposed sex.
"Please, don't do this. You know this isn't right! Ah!"
The ramming of his hard cock into your unprepared cunt interrupted your plea. His worn fingers gripped your youthful pillowly hips as he thrust into you like a madman.
It's fast.
It's brutal.
It burns.
But it stirs something pleasurable deep in your gut.
Your whimpers turn to moans as he picked up the pace. Just before he released inside you he leaned over you and yanked your hair back so that your ear met his lips.
"Take my seed you filthy bitch!"
His hips meet yours in a powerful push, leaving you fully impaled on his cock, helpless as you felt it throb while it painted your womb white with his warm cum.
When he slid out of your used cunt and let go of your hair, you slumped to the dirty ground, embarrassed and violated. Only then did you realize that more men from town arrived to test out the breeding whore. Your wanton cries must've attracted them.
They drag you to your feet and toy with your sore pussy as cum oozes out of it. Despite your cries for freedom they rape you too, using the old man's spend as lube. When your rambling gets too irritating for them they stuff cocks in your mouth too. They find it funny how you whine with your mouth full when another man suckles your tits.
Every man in town unloads their balls in your poor cunt. Your legs are coated in dried cum; your body riddled with red welts from their slapping.
You hear talk of needing to plug your pussy at the end of the night, though they seem to forget. Instead you are left chained to the pole, abandoned and thoroughly used.
What's worse is that as you're mind is processing the trauma you've endured, your body yearns for more. The lack of control, the undeniable pleasure felt from the cocks ravaging you, and the full-body shivers that rocked through you with every degrading, humiliating thing they said to you awakened a sluttier side of yourself that craves more.
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