Delaine winced, her muscles burned, body stretched uncomfortably over a reclined, padded chair. It was just supposed to be a media preview day for the new HHN haunted house, but here she was, wrists tied together and firmly secured just above her head, legs forced wide, leaving everything on display.
She had barely took a couple steps into the pitch-black darkness before rough hands grabbed her, forcefully ripping off her costume and restraining her into the chair sporting nothing but her skimpy black bra and panties. A spotlight flared to life, illuminating Delaine and the contraption holding her tight, vulnerable body.
A stiff leather strap firmly wrapped over her tiny waist, pinning her body to the chair. Her legs were spread apart, more leather restrains strapping down her thighs and ankles. She blushed, realising just how vulnerable she was, completely bound in place, her dignity held together by two miniscule pieces of fabric.
A man stepped out into light, holding up a vial of pink liquid. Delaine's body stiffened in shock as he grabbed her chin and tilted her head up. He stared into her watering eyes, prying her mouth open and emptying the vials contents down her throat. Delaine spat out whatever liquid was left in her mouth.
"What the fk is going on? What did you even feed me!" Delaine thrashed against her restraints, desperately trying to pry herself away.
"It's all part of the experience, just relax and enjoy it."
The voice echoed behind her. Delaine craned her neck trying to see where it came from but she was firmly tied in place. She opened her mouth to protest, however, her mind turned fuzzy. Her whole body started to feel warm, her breathing growing heavy as she tried to stifle the strange noises bubbling up in her throat. A soft moan escaped her mouth, prompting the man to kneel at the foot of the chair, positioning himself in between her spread legs.
"Wait, what are you doing."
Cold, unhurried fingers slipped between her legs, dragging across her glistening slit, parting her slick folds without preamble. Delaine gasped, bucking in the chair, but her restraints held her open, helpless.
"Please... don't... no... don't do this..."
He ignored her and pressed two fingers inside her, working her open, slow at first, then suddenly rough, fingers curling deep and without warning.
Delaine's toes curled as she's penetrated, moaning as his fingers explored her tight little pussy. The slick sound of her own body echoed around the room. He twisted his hand, forcing another wave of heat through her, causing her breath to catch in humiliation and startled pleasure.
She tried, she tried to swallow the moans, tried to close her legs, tried to be anywhere but here. But the friction builds, spiralling higher, the sensation too much—pleasure knotted tight with shame and fear, every muscle quivering as he pumped his fingers harder, circling her clit with his thumb until she was gasping, moaning, legs shaking. She could feel her orgasm nearing, every stroke bringing her closer to the edge. He stopped abruptly, eliciting a frustrated whine from her as he withdrew his hand.
“Pathetic. Messy already. Didn’t say you can come.”
Delaine bit her lip, tears threatening. He worked her closer—pushing, circling, never giving enough. Every time her hips trembled, every time she whimpered, he paused.
She was a mess, panting and wriggling pathetically, face flushed bright red. Her head swam with both panic and need, desperate for some relief. She couldn't help the needy noises that spilled from her mouth, practically begging him to take her.
“How absolutely pitiful you are,” he cooed, kneeling before her dripping pussy to admire her pathetic expression.
"Pleasee, let me cum.. I can't take it anymore," Delaine pleaded, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
"Alright, you heard her, time for the reveal."
The lights flickered on, illuminating her surroundings previously shrouded in shadow. She was on a small stage, a curtain obscuring her view. A mechincal clinking sound echoed somewhere behind her, and the curtain opened slowly, revealing rows of seats facing the stage.
Delaines eyes widened. Seated were her close friends, classmates, cca mates, all equally in shock at seeing her almost completely naked body stretched out, legs wide open revealing her profusely dripping pussy. Her face flushed red in embarrassment and humiliation.
"What is this? You sick bastards! Let me go!"
"Weren't you just begging to come? We can't let such a precious moment go without a proper audience."
Delaine could see some of the guys in the crowd palming themselves through their pants, while others had their phones out, no doubt recording her defilement. Even the girls were whispering among themselves, the words slut and whore being thrown about. The man once again knelt between her legs, this time brandishing a bright pink dildo the size of her forearm.
"Oh god no... Please!" Delaine begged, turning her head and starting to sob as he brought the toy up to her dripping, waiting pussy, teasing her folds before easing into her. She shuddered and gasped as he pushed it in, inch by inch.
"Oh God..." she gurgled, eyes rolling back into her head as she arched against the restraints, her muscles tensing as she struggled to accommodate the girth. He began thrusting in and out, arousing a mixture of whimpers and moans, each stroke sending waves of heat throughout her body.
His other hand slid down her abdomen to toy with her clit, thumbing it while he worked on her pussy. Delaine squirmed helplessly, every sensation overwhelming her once again. She was soon reduced to pitiful, moaning, "No... no... no..." over and over again as he drove her ever closer to the edge.
"AHHhhhh... GOD!" She cried out as the climax slammed through her. Delaine shivered and shook all over, limbs straining against her bonds. Her stomach contracted as she squirted violently, fluids completely soaking the ground beneath her and nearly drenching the front row. She laid there, exhausted and defeated, looking to her friends for comfort only to be met with disgusted gazes.
"Please... help me..."
Then, before she even caught her breath, his fingers were inside her again—faster this time, crueller, relentless. He drove her forward with merciless precision, no patience for pleading, every motion designed to wring the worst from her. The shame was molten and inescapable; her body rocked against the restraints, thighs trembling, the chair groaning beneath her hips.
Her vision blurred at the edges. The slick sounds of her arousal were deafening. She begged, incoherent, but he doesn’t even flinch—his free hand clamped down on her mouth, smothering her protests and moans.
The sensation crested and broke—her second orgasm tore through her like wildfire, heat and ruin in its wake. Pleasure crashed into pain, shame tangled with want as she sobbed, gasping, boneless in the chair.
He didn’t stop, not even then. Not even when she begged, not even when her body convulsed uncontrollably, and her juices pooled on the floor. His fingers kept working, merciless, dragging her up again and again, refusing her even a moment to breathe. One orgasm slammed into the next, until she was incoherent, whimpering, mind wiped clean by sensation and shame, her body trembling, spent, utterly at his mercy.
Delaine blacked out somewhere after her fifth orgasm. Not like that stopped him from bringing her shivering, unconscious body to a sixth. When she finally came to the room was empty. They had untied her wrists but left the rest of her body still strapped in, leaving her to slowly undo her restrains one by one.
She pushed herself off the chair, only to collapse to the floor as her legs gave out under her. Delaine dragged herself back up, stumbling to the exit. A female attendant greeted her with a warm smile.
"Hope you had a great experience with us, we can't wait for your sponsored review post!"
Delaine stared at her as she draped an oversized HHN merch shirt over her, covering her up. The attendant guided her into the back of a cab, flashing her another cheery smile before handing her her phone and what remained of her costume in a bag. The ride home was a long one, glimpses of her defilement and humiliation flashing across her mind periodically.
She would be tagged in countless stories and posts over the next few days, prompting her to deactivate her socials. The memory of that night would continue to haunt her dreams for months, while the clips and pictures her friends had captured would resurface every few weeks, plunging her into a never-ending cycle of shame and humiliation.
This wh0re got submitted to me, so I guess it's time for some unadulterated fun. Dumb b1tch flaunting her barely-there tits looking to get groped by guys at the club. But we'll give her a bit more than she bargained of course. Grab her by the cunt by stuffing my fingers deep into vagina, then drag her away through the crowd before she can even realise what's going on. If she starts screaming, of course, I'll have a bud to stuff his fingers down her throat and shut her up.
Once we're in the toilet, her face goes into the urinal first. Stupid s1ut deserves to get her face washed out and ruined before we even use her. Slam it in there real good, again and again, THUMP, THUMP, until she's haggard. If she breaks her nose in all that, even better.
Then she gets to taste some cock. Force open her blubbering mouth, and slam our dicks into that stupid throat. Make sure its nice and lubed too, using handsoap or sanitiser, who cares. We'll have a bit too much fun scraping the back of her throat raw with our dicks. Maybe she'll even pass out once her eyes have rolled into her skull and her face has gone blue.
But shes not getting off easy. Even if she's halfway out, I'm punching her flat belly. Again and again. Maybe drive my knee in there, before i slam my heel into her gut too. Make her gag and tighten up so her throat is all the more pleasurable.
Finally when her face and belly are sufficiently ruined, we're stuffing her head down the toilet bowl to violate her rear. Get in a few quick rounds on her cunt, before we get bored. Then we can play a game to see what we can fit in her asshole. I think the toilet brush would be a good start, though i can't say for certain what we'll end with.
My mother recently picked up gymming after she's bored of being a full-time housewife.
She began posting really sexy photos of herself to "track her progress", at least that's what she said. But I know it's to seduce horny teens online to fap to her pictures, and leave lewd comments like how much they wanna fuck her, to prove to herself that she's still attractive even at 43.
These two are the photos that got me fapping to my own mum. Sometimes I'd even fap five times a day to easy my horniness browsers my own mum, afraid that I might end up doing something to her.
I was so horny one day that I created a fake IG account and sent her my dick pic, before sending even more lewd things about how I wanna have sex with her so badly, and how I'm going to destroy her tight hairy pussy with my cock.
To my surprise, she actually replied and instead of scolding me, she was shocked by how long I was. She then teased me even further by going into details about how I'm going to fuck her.
Mum: Is your cock twitching right now.. ?
She sent me these pictures that she's never posted, before asking me what I think about her body, and guess what her naked body looks like.
With enough evidence to blackmail my mum, I barged into her room naked. Unsurprisingly she was naked in bed and touching herself while chatting with "me". She was rolling her eyes while rubbing her hairy pussy when I entered.
Mum: Why are you naked!
She quickly grabbed her blanket to cover herself, before asking me to get out in shame. I climbed on top of her before placing my dick on her pussy and replied her on IG if she wanna fuck.
She was surprised to find out that her son was the one she's sexting with all these while. She was super disgusted and tried pushing me away, but I warned her about our conversation that I've recorded, and if she doesn't comply, I'll release it online.
My mother had no choice but to listen to me. I placed my phone on the table to record us fucking. She felt so awkward that she kept looking away as I began kissing her neck while my dick went deeper and deeper until I'm fully in.
Looking at how awkward and annoyed my mother looked. I wasted no time and began pounding her as fast as I could, while kissing her lips, forcing her to look me in the eye as we fucked. I has her arms around me before I wrapped us in blanket like a sushi, so that we would stay connected for a long time even after I've cummed.
We were super sweaty and sticky under the blanket, just the way I like it. After my first cum, I was already bored of fucking her. But I liked that feeling, and we stayed connected for a long time while my dick remained inside her.
Suddenly, I had an idea and called my best friend to look out the window, since she lives right opposite me. I then pushed my naked mother to the window and pressed her hard against it. Because of how cold the glass was, her nipples became super hard when pressed against it. I could see how shocked my friend was, and then I began round two and inset my thirsty cock into her ass from behind.
My mother was screaming in pain, telling me how much it hurts but I continued. 15 mins later I completed my first anal and shot it inside my mother's asshole.
In light of the scandal that just came out, what can I say... I called this fucking whore out from day 1. Slutting her body online, poor hubby.
Think she should do community service to atone for her sins. Just look at the thumbnail she chose for her reel. Adjusting her bra? Just take it off can already. 🤪
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