can’t stop thinking about object insertion, especially accidental/forced/public object insertion.
you’re on a crowded subway and you feel so cute in your skirt that’s just little too short. you feel something cold touch your thigh from behind and flinch, but it’s too crowded to turn around and look. The cool sensation, maybe it’s metal? It’s dragging up your thigh a little higher now, under the hem of your skirt, and oh right, you’re wearing a thong today. There’s nothing stopping whatever this is from being pushed up against your hole.
You can feel your face turning red, feel the shiver in your stomach, but luckily you don’t see anyone paying attention to you. You start to turn your head, maybe you can at least see what’s happeni— the subway jolts hard as it comes to a stop, and it’s inside you, cold and hard and you know you moaned, but hope it got lost in the noise. You can feel it now, although it’s not that deep. The head of a metal water bottle, you think. You clench around it, almost involuntarily, and you’re definitely leaking now.
Are they doing it on purpose? It’s not moving, even as people exit and enter the train around you. You’re not moving either. You kind of want to. The subway starts up again, and with it, the bottle pushes a little deeper, and a little deeper, with the swaying of the train. It’s starting to stretch your hole as it gets wider, put there are passengers packed in on every side and you can’t move. Deeper, and it’s starting to hurt. How big is the bottle? Are they doing it on purpose?
You feel so full now, and it’s heavy, like it’s filled with water. But it’s moving so slow, and you can’t help but clench and buck your hips back a little, fucking yourself on the bottle. The train picks up some speed and suddenly it’s sliding in and out of you, rubbing against your spot with enough force that you can feel yourself getting close. The train is reaching a station again and fuck, you’re amount to cum in the middle of a crowded subway. It screeches to a stop and this time the water bottle slams deep inside of you, too deep, and you’re cumming, whimpering and spasming on the thick, cold metal. A few glances are thrown your way from passengers, but you’re too hazy from the pleasure to notice anything but the cum dripping down your thighs and the humiliation of what’s happening.
What was your stop again? More people are filing in and it’s too late to move or pull away. The bottle is still in you, still stretching and stuffing you. You don’t even know if its owner is still behind you, or if it’s just being held up by your tight hole. You realize if you take it out now, everyone will see the bottle fall from under you. They’ll know exactly why you were shaking and panting, and notice the cum flowing down your legs. You have to keep it in. You’ll have to walk off the subway without anyone knowing that under your skirt, a stranger’s thick, full water bottle is stuffed up your hole, fucking you with every step you take. It’s going to be a long ride. How many more times will you cum with all those people around you, not knowing if this was an accident, or if someone decided to shove something up your pretty hole because you were an easy target?
CW: medical fetish, non-con, drugging, restraint, gynecologist appointment
“What seems to be the issue?” the doctor asked as he entered the room.
He didn’t even glance at Iris, immediately moving to grab gloves and pull them on as he settled at the computer. Iris was sat up on the exam table, wearing nothing but a baggy shirt with the blanket the nurse gave her covered her lap.
“I’m not entirely sure, doctor,” she lied. “The last time I had sex it was really painful so I figured I should get checked.”
The last time Iris had sex was over a month ago when she had one of her friends tied up and choking on her strap, no pain involved (for her, at least). Right now, she was at the end of a business trip and had decided to indulge herself in a gynecologist appointment; she played herself off as a hypochondriac that was usually too embarrassed for these kinds of appointments, but she reveled in the clinical setting, the latex gloves, the fantasy that one of her doctors might recognize her for the needy slut she was.
It was perfectly harmless, she told herself.
“I’m a little nervous about the exam,” she said as he looked at monitor.
“I can give you something for that,” he said dismissively. His tone made her clit burn. He quickly ran through the usual questions: her birthday, her weight, her history.
She saw him glance over at her as he typed and she thought his gaze lingered a bit.
“Okay,” he said suddenly getting up.
He turned away from her and opened a drawer. She heard him rummage and the sink was turned on for a moment. When he faced Iris, the doctor held a small paper cup and two pills out to her. She took and swallowed them without hesitation. The doctor smiled at her and she felt a chill go down her back.
Iris felt like she’d just agreed to something.
“I’ll start slow while that kicks in,” the doctor said. “Now I want you to scotch yourself down and you can put your feet in the stirrups.”
Iris did as she was told, the warmth in her stomach growing until she finally laid back. She closed her eyes and steadied her breath, willing herself not to get too excited. She could picture the doctor sitting on his swivel chair near the edge of the table, his focus on her exposed cunt.
He touched the back of her thighs first then moved his hands to her labia, gently spreading the skin further. She swore she felt his breath on her clit.
“No obvious external damage,” he noted. His hands moved quickly, pressing different spots to check for any abnormality. “No swelling or lumps.”
One hand dipped down and was slowly dragged back up, her wetness on his fingers. Iris let out a huff at the brief contact on her clit.
She’d had more than enough gynecologist appointments to know her doctor was being a bit handsy, but she reasoned that she was letting her fantasies color her perspective.
“How are you feeling now,” the doctor asked.
Warm. She realized she was starting to feel very warm all over and her heart was racing a bit. She was sure she could hear her heartbeat now that she focused.
“I feel warm,” she answered, feeling a tinge of fear. “And, like— very warm?”
“Good, good,” the doctor said, his hands pressing and feeling around again. His touches lingered longer, alternating between light caresses and harder massaging motions. “Let me know if your vision gets a bit funny.”
Iris opened her eyes and saw that the lights above her appeared more streaky, with colors at the edges. Alarmed, she moved her head to look around, but her vision seemed to lag behind a second. The room seemed to be at an odd angle. She closed her eyes again.
“Vision is definitely fuzzy,” she said.
She felt so warm. She could feel her shirt was a bit wet from sweat already.
The touches stopped but she kept still, relaxing into the fuzziness filling her head. She heard Velcro being pulled apart and felt something on her ankle. A coarse fabric was wrapped around her leg and she felt it pull taught as the cuff was secured to the stirrup.
Even if she could sit up, she was sure it would take her a minute to get out of that.
“Good.”
Iris felt a hand teasing the entrance to her cunt and moaned. The panic she’d felt was already dissipating. Her body began to move of its own accord, lightly grinding into his hands.
“Good girl,” he said and a wave of pleasure coursed through her. One finger began to work in and out of her. “You’re not the first slut to come looking for a little thrill, I saw the looks you were giving me. I think I’ve figured out your problem, you just need a good fuck.”
Iris found herself nodding, unable to think about anything else. The finger retreated and she felt the head of his cock run through her folds.
“I’m going to make this hurt,” he warned.
Iris started babbling, pleading for the teasing to end.
“Oh I know, I know,” he said condescendingly.
One of his hands moved to her hip, using his leverage to pin her hips down. He entered her quickly, making Iris arch up. Her legs tried to move but the cuffs and doctor held her tight. She sobbed from the combination of pleasure and pain, but quickly found herself trying to grind down onto him more. He chuckled.
I get so wet thinking of being made to pump my pussy 24/7. Every hour, on the hour, minimum 20 minutes, and twice a day for an hour straight. My poor puffy lips so swollen, blushing pink. After pumping so much I’m begging to stop, to please have a break from so much stimulation. It’s gotten to the point that my legs can’t fully close anymore with my huge thighs and super fat pussy. But there’s no mercy.
After pumping, I’m washed and oiled, being fonlded— my hyper sensitive, thick lips continually rubbed and played with. I’m told that these are the largest underwear they could find and that I should be grateful that they’re letting me wear clothes at all. But the panties are practically just string, a low cut micro thong that flosses my plump pussy lips, exaggerating how swollen they are. It’s humiliating to be reminded of my predicament, my sex being augmented against my will.
Between pump sessions I try to do house chores or go on a walk but it’s nearly impossible to move naturally with such a plump pussy. There’s no avoiding the stares of strangers as my giant cameltoe creates an attractive bulge no matter what I wear.
If I’m late to pump, got stuck in traffic or lost track of time ? Punishment by being forced to sleep with the pump on. I’m bound in bed so I don’t toss and turn the pump off. When I wake up after 8 hours of pumping straight I’m crying from the tenderness of my poor pussy, sensitive to the slightest blow of air or lightest touch. It’s jiggly, wet, and pink. Next it is spanked 100 times until it’s burning red. I’m left tied to the bed, ignored until it’s time to pump again.
desperately need to be tied and spread in a public market. have random passerbys shove various produce into whatever hole they want. stretching my cunt onto bigger and bigger fruits and vegetables.
a mom getting groceries takes a minute to shove a corn cob down my throat, making me choke on it.
a local grandpa finds the biggest eggplant he can and forces it into my asshole, loving sight of my holes being filled. maybe he sees how many turnips i can fit in me. finding the biggest and most misshapen ones to fill my insatiable holes.
a group of teenagers just messing around see if they can fit an entire watermelon in my cunt. they start by each taking turns fisting the holes, then using multiple fists at once. eventually they don’t care if i’m ready and force the fruit in. they all laugh as my cunt stretches and tears around the melon, destroying any chance of it ever shrinking to normal. the group of teens taunt and degrade me as they leave the melon half out of my hole. left to rot until the janitors toss me out with the rest of the expired produce.
need to be treated like a display. nothing but a piece of meat to be used and discarded.
Bent over on the bed, on your back, eyes covered, wrists bound to your ankles, tits squished together nice and pretty, fully free-use strap bait, and your partner warms you up, starts off with a fairly normal size toy, maybe just a little bigger than you're used to, and you're leaking a massive puddle with every thrust into you, and moaning all sorts of horny nonsense... and then you hear the sound of a pump being squeezed and you feel the strap inside you thicken...
And it's definitely more than you've been able to take before!
You try and beg them to take it slow, say how much it is, your pussy isn't used to anything that big! And your clit is hammering in time with your heartbeat and you're shaking when they start rubbing it super fast while they keep fucking you...
Then, before you've even gotten used to the current size, they squeeze the pump again and you whine, oh fuckkkk that's WAY too much! You're starting to sob, overstimulated from the stretch and the attention on your clit, and your partner shushes you, tells you it's okay! And then they take the hand on your clit and use it to push your own teat into your mouth, holding it there so your're forced to suck on it.
All the while, they're still fucking you, and you can't do anything about it, and your brain finally starts to shut off when the pump squeaks again, and all you can do is take it...
Hours later, your partner undoes the release on the strap and steps back, leaving the toy still lodged in you, and then you're dazzled, blinking in even the dim bedroom light. Your partner is behind you, one hand on your tit, groping, and the other circling around the end of the toy inside you. You're held up by their shoulder and your wrists and ankles are still bound, so you're forced to watch in the mirror beyond the foot of the bed as the toy is finally pulled out of you... You cum hard, and the evidence of all the other orgasms forced upon you joins it, flooding the bed further as your hole flutters vainly, the muscles exhausted and stuck where they've been forced for the past few hours.
You're so open, and you finally look properly at the toy, still inflated at the size it was removed from you...
How THAT managed to fit inside you, you have no idea. It makes you feel light-headed just looking at it.
You're still mesmerised by the unreal girth of the toy when you finally look and see your partner has a fist inside you, and it's not until they open their fingers and drag their fingertips along your g-spot and up to your cervix that you realise that's the first thing you felt, even though they're wrist-deep inside you.
trans boy experimented on after being captured by alien scientists. naked and spread eagle on an examination table, metal encased capsules holding his arms and legs, a high tech metal muzzle around his mouth keeping him gagged. struggling but the metal restraints held so firm he was immobile, locked digitally, eyes teary and scared. testing his sensitivity tolerance by fixing a pump with several prongs on the inside over his pussy, the tips digging in to the soft flesh, before turning it on. the fixture delivering electric pulses to the boy’s soft pussy as he wails underneath the muzzle and tries to arch unsuccessfully. the pulses speeding up as the boy thrashes until the current is continuous, his soft pussy being electrocuted at a high voltage for a few minutes. the prongs direct the current firmly into the soft flesh of his labia, his clit, and just inside his inner walls.
they let the sparks from the pump die down as they take notes impassively before pulling off the pump. his mound is red and engorged, plump and sensitive and borderline painful. they decide to test endurance next. they bring a heavy duty stimulator (resembling a large human vibrator) and a fucking machine with an alien cock attached to it. it’s a large thing, about the size of an earth horse cock, but ridged and nubbed in different places, a spiked knot at the base. they strap the panting boy down by metal restraints across his torso and neck as well, so he doesn’t hit his head from thrashing as the next test would be a bit…intense. they position the vibrator on his puffy clit and turn the fucking machine on, watching curiously as it stretched and breached his small entrance. the boy’s eyes widened as he sobbed as his pussy was opened beyond what it had before. they gradually increased the speed to high and watched the boy become overwhelmed. he was held helplessly still on the examining table as the vibrator overstimulated his clit and the alien dildo fucked him fast and hard. by the fifth orgasm, the aliens left the cameras on him and went around their ship to do other work as the machines whirred away.
they came back the next morning to record their observations. the boy - if they could even call him that anymore - had been fucked and overstimulated all night, cumming again and again: the meter on the side recorded 27 orgasms, with him beginning to cum dry somewhere around early morning. his clit was huge and soft and a red-purple, the vibrator still buzzing loudly against it. his pussy was loose and sloppy and stretched, gaping around the alien cock, a mess of squirt and cum and piss dripping below the table. he was so loose the spiked knot slipped in and out of him easily, barely brushing his puffy rim as it fucked him steadily. a quick body scan showed that his guts had been rearranged also, insides churned and molded to the large intrusion, organs pushed to the side to create a large, spacious, cavernous womb. the boy himself was soft and docile, obedient and pliant, eyes rolled and drool leaking from underneath the muzzle, heartbeat slow and sweet. he was perfect and ready for phase three: cyclic mass breeding.
source: mickeyimagines.tumblr.com archive on the wayback machine
you know what’s revolutionary...a sweet girl getting kidnapped...but by a gang of mafia women. tough ladies bring the poor thing back to their boss, an evil, sultry woman, and she takes one look at the teary baby and decides yes, she’s going to keep and ruin this one.
and oh, ruin her she does. trains her baby girl to be obedient and mindless with punishments and rewards. asphyxiates her while fucking her so she associates having less air with arousal. can no longer orgasm unless her tits are being tortured. it’s not unusual for the other women to come in and see their boss’s pet splayed open on the carpet crying as their boss uses one of their red bottom heels to push a dildo deeper into her pussy mindlessly while she fills out paperwork.
the best nights are when the poor girl struggles. says something between angry tears, doesn’t want to be kept here as their pet, something something, the boss really isn’t listening. looks at her nails coolly, heels tapping impatiently until she finishes. “Are you done?” She asks with a raised brow. Her baby girl nods, glaring. “Good, because I was getting tired of all the noise,” she says, pulling her to the playroom.
She’s much stronger, and it’s easy for her to tie the struggling girl to the bench, head hanging off one end, legs eagle spread on the other. she ties her arms behind her underneath the bench and ties her tits together, and clamps her nipples. “Darling,” she drawls, “you’ve forgotten your place. Let’s have a reminder, shall we?” She forces in an adjustable gag into the girl’s mouth, cranking it open until the girl is drooling and crying, mouth and throat open. She brings out two fucking machines, both with monster dildos attached, positioning one in front of the girl’s hanging head and mouth, the other at her soft exposed pussy. The girl is sobbing, trying to make garbled apologies, but the boss is having none of it.
“Naughty girl,” she sighs. She then takes the cruelest step: rubs numbing gel all over the girl’s clit before attaching on a clip on vibrator. A mockery to keep it running when she won’t be able to feel any pleasure there anyway. The gel will wear off after some time, of course, but she’ll probably be too fucked out to orgasm then anyway, the vibrator probably will just add to the overstimulation. Starts the machine near her mouth first, watches as the sweet girl gags and struggles, throat bulging as the dildo pushes in relentlessly. Slowly at first, and then faster, her mouth held open while her throat was fucked by the monster dildo.
She was only gagging now, but she’d be in trouble very soon, when she’d get fucked and try to alter her breathing rhythm. The boss started the other fucking machine with delight, enjoying the way it split her tiny pussy in half and made her belly bulge every time it breached her. Within minutes, both were on high speed, and everything was perfect. Her darling pet looked adorable, engorged tits bouncing from the harsh thrusts, body restrained and immobile as she was fucked on both ends by monster cocks, pussy being churned and throat being deepthroated at the same time, vibrator whirring away uselessly on her clit. precum and saliva dripped to the floor, already pooling beneath her. the boss left the room satisfied and went to do work for an hour.
when she came back, her baby girl was just as she should be. her breasts were still bouncing gently from the thrusts, nipples still clamped. her pussy was fat and red, frothing, swollen around the dildo fucking her at a lower speed now. there was a pool of cum and squirt beneath her. her clit, despite the vibrator still being on, was the same size. the boss must have rubbed a little too much numbing gel on it. oops. her face, though, was a sight to see. her head was still hanging and her mouth forced open, the fucking machine plunging the dildo into her throat at a moderate speed. she must’ve started choking and losing air somewhere in the middle though, because her eyes were glazed and hazy, and she was making soft gagging sounds every time the dildo went in. the boss hummed and petted her tummy, pulled the clamps off her nipples with manicured nails, and stopped the vibrator and machine in her pussy.
“Good girl,” she whispered mockingly, knowing the little doll couldn’t respond. She then pushed a button and the dildo in the girl’s mouth plunged all the way down, her throat bulging, and inflated right behind her teeth. The boss watched fondly as she choked, sputtering and gagging but helpless to the intrusion, breasts jiggling as she thrashed in panic. the boss clipped her nose with one of the clamps and watched as she cutely asphyxiated, slowly losing air. she choked and cried for several minutes until her eyes rolled and she eventually stopped jerking, pissing herself. it dripped down to the floor below, onto the pool of cum. the boss turned the video recording off with a satisfied smile.
she never asked to leave, after that. woofed and yipped and rolled over at her boss’s command, staying tied up and collared, wore whatever her ma’am wanted. spread her legs whenever she was ordered to. her eyes were always glazed and tongue lolling out as she panted and drooled like a good pup. had no qualms about spankings or being tied naked to the fence overnight. being gangbanged by the rest of the girls. she was a good girl, a good pup, a warm cunnie, as her ma’am liked to call her. she was always kept aroused and well-fucked, pussy swollen and sloppy, clit engorged, tits bound, throat open. she loved it here, couldn’t imagine any other life without her owners.
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