the room was spinning, a nauseating swirl of shadow and dim light. my hard cock was driving into her, a brutal, relentless piston which knew no mercy
her body was a ragdoll i was using to get off. one moment, her eyes would be open, glassy and unfocused, a single tear tracing a path through the mascara smeared all over on her cheek
she'd make a soft, pathetic whimper, a sound of pure, animal pain, and then her eyelids would flutter shut. she'd be gone, lost to the blackness, her body going completely slack, her cunt unconsciously clenching around me as her muscles gave out
i didn't stop. i didn't even slow down. i just kept fucking her through it, her limp form offering no resistance, making the slide of my cock impossibly deep
then she'd surface again, with a sharp, gasping inhale, her eyes wide with a moment of clarity, of pure, panicked awareness. the realization would hit her : the pain, the violation, the overwhelming sensation of being used and she'd try to struggle, a weak, flailing motion of her arms before the exhaustion dragged her back under
it was a beautiful, sickening rhythm : consciousness and pain, then oblivion and stillness, over and over. i was fucking her in two worlds at once, and in both, she was just a hole for me to abuse
i finally came with a guttural groan, spilling myself into her unconscious body, and for a moment, she didn't move at all. then, her eyes blinked open one last time, hazy and confused, a single, broken whimper escaping her lips as she felt the warmth of my cum leaking out of her ruined hole
thinking about an escape room but the twist is that if you don't get out in time, you're used by the entire staff until they're satisfied.
you know what you're getting into, of course. you sign the forms saying that the facility can't be held liable for any damages that happen to you. afterwards, you're stripped down and restrained. cuffs around your wrists behind your back as you're bent over a table, chains holding your ankles together. a collar is attached to your neck, connected in two places. one, to hold you still on the table. and the other connected to the ceiling with a lot of slack. you seem to be in a dungeon, iron bars blocking the unlocked exit.
you're left alone and the timer is placed immediately in front of you, counting down, minute by minute. right where you can see it. the restraints are firm and secure, but they each have their give, their weaknesses. the chains on your feet can be undone by looping it around the corner of the table and pulling at it at just the right angle. then you have to move your cuffed wrists behind your back and under your legs so you can use them.
the part of the collar connecting you to the table is dealt with by simply unhooking it, meaning you're able to stand up and move around the room. there's a box with a pile of keys for you to sort through. one of them must open the cuffs. one of them must unlock the bars. you sort through them in a hurry, adrenaline making your cuffed hands shake as you try each and every one of them, adding them gradually to the discard pile. once your hands are free, you fiddle with your collar. it doesn't seem to have any give. but while doing this, you see that on the other side of the iron bars is a bolt cutter, exactly what you need.
you're invigorated, trying all the keys on the bars as the minutes count down. your time is scarce, it's moving far more quickly than you're able to take into account. until finally, the lock clicks. the metal gate swings open and you can see the bolt cutter on the floor right in front of you.
except when you walk forward, the collar around your neck tugs you back. the tool is just out of reach. you can't get enough slack to pick it up. you try desperately, every option you can think of, to stretch your body out and try and kick the bolt cutter closer to you, desperately now as you see you only have three minutes remaining, then two, then one and a half.
until you finally remember the chains on your feet. you hurry back to the table, reaching under it to grab the chains and looking at the time left on the timer. 50 seconds. you hurry back to the iron bars, throwing the chains, trying to lasso the bolt cutter to finally get it in your grasp. and with 20 seconds remaining, the tool hooks onto the end of the shackles on the chains, and you desperately try reeling it in. 15 seconds, and you're pulling it closer, so very carefully. until finally, you reach down and wrap your hands around the tool and that's when your heart sinks.
it wasn't a bolt cutter. it was a toy. lightweight and useless, like something that would go in a child's tool set. and you realise: you were never meant to escape this. you never even had a chance. you had willingly walked into a trap.
your time is up and an alarm sounds, the lighting in the room turning red. the staff walk through the door, heading straight for you, cocks and straps and toys in hand, grins of delight on their faces.
they push you back onto the table and use you exactly how they want to, each and every one of them noticing how soaked you've gotten just from being in the escape room and playing this game, mocking you for what a slut you are as they take you without any preamble.
they use all your holes simultaneously, manhandling you into whatever positions they want. bending you over, taking you from behind. seeing how much can fit into you at once. slapping you about, spitting on you, spanking and whipping, passing you from one to another. never a moment for you to rest or recover before you're impaled on another cock.
all while their mocking voices taunt you.
this is what you were asking for when you came here. this is exactly what you were hoping for. to be used relentlessly. you never wanted to escape anyway, no matter what you'd say. you needed to be used like this. only sluts ever enter these escape rooms, and so you would be treated as what you were. willing holes for them.
once they've all had their turn, they take the toy bolt cutter and shove it into your used hole, fucking you with it slowly. it's too big and uncomfortable, but you stretch around it so easily after all that use. your arousal making it easy. you keep crying out, and they keep laughing. this was the thing you thought would set you free. this was your salvation for twenty minutes or so, all you cared to get. and now they were filling you with it. and worse than that, they were making sure you enjoyed it.
they bring you to an intense orgasm with the very thing you thought would save you. your mind is foggy and you can't think of much aside from the feeling of the toy inside you. you're burning with embarassment.
you came so close to escaping. you were so resourceful and clever about it all. but now you were nothing but holes for them to use until they decided they were done. all that intelligence you used to try and get out would leak out with your arousal as they continued to whore you out. your brain would never work the same once they were done with you. once they had reduced you to something so pathetic.
they aren't done using you. they won't be for a while. and you don't know if you ever want to be done serving them. this is where thinking got you, and now you were being put in your place.
"it's too big!!" oh please, look at you, dripping all over me and i haven't even put it in halfway. it won't fit? well that's not what this cunt is tellin me, so shut the fuck up and take it. you wanna be a good boy for me, right?
You're a scientist working on a centaur breeding program. They're extremely endangered because only males occur in the wild, and they need human wombs to reproduce. Not many people want to carry a foal, but you've nearly perfected an artificial womb.
You've captured a male, 15 hands high and so deep into his heat he can't be reasoned with. You have all six of his limbs shackled, and every hour you inject more hormones into him to keep him hard and aching. It's physically painful for him to go longer than an hour without ejaculating, but you're a good doctor and you milk him every time he starts to bellow.
He's bellowing now, the straps that keep him in place creaking. His two foot cock twitches to life, thickening as you watch. Your eyes lock with his, and you see desire in his eyes. "Please," he growls.
"Just a moment," you tell him. You need to collect another vial, but there's none in the cupboard. He's already filled all four gallon jugs, and his heat hasn't abated.
"I need to fuck," he pants. Already his cock is dripping with precum. "Let me grind," he begs. He shifts from foot to foot, hooves clattering against the floor. You ignore his fidgeting and cross to the supply closet.
There's a crunching noise as he tears his restraints from the wall. You whirl around, and he's already on you. His hands lay you out on the exam table. He shreds your lab coat, yanks your pants down to your knees. His breathing is harsh and loud in the room.
"Please," you stammer. "I'll get you off, I promise--"
"Too late," he growls, and rolls you over so your bare breast press against cold metal and your cunt is exposed to the room.
"It won't fit!" you cry. You've been the one milking him all day, you know intimately that he's larger around than a pop can, that he's as long as your arm. But he rears up and positions himself over you, his hairy barrel chest pinning you down, and then he's inside you, bruising your cervix in one thrust.
His groan of pleasure echoes in the room. "That's good," he moans. "Nothing like a frigid boy's cunt to get off on."
You bite your arm to keep from crying out. Your cunt burns from the stretch. It's impossible that he's inside you. It's even more impossible that it feels good.
He jackhammers into you, wrecking your cunt for anyone else ever again. His grunts are the only thing louder than your hammering heart as he forces himself past your cervix, locking himself inside of you. His cock throbs as he comes, rope after rope of seed filling you up. It's more than your womb can hold, and your belly presses into the table.
He softens, and you shift your hips, desperate for freedom. Cum runs down your legs, dripping onto the floor.
"Please," you gasp. "Please, please--" you aren't sure what you're begging for.
His cock twitches inside you. "Beg more," he growls.
"It hurts," you whimper.
He half pulls out, and then thrusts back in, already hard again. "Too bad," he says. "You said you'd get me off, and I'm not satisfied yet."
He cums in you five more times. You're a shaking mess by the end of it, so overstimulated that every brush against your skin is torture. Your tdick throbs. You've been on the edge of orgasm for an hour, and he knows it.
He pulls out finally and rolls you over. Your belly is so distended you look six months pregnant. He lifts your knees in a mating press, even though your legs are coated in his slick. He bends his face between your legs and licks across your dick, then takes it into his mouth and sucks it. You cum so hard your vision goes white, but you can still hear him as he croons, "That's right, take all of my seed. You'll get your foals, don't worry."
i wanna be a test subject in a facility . . they have a few of everything , from werewolves to minotaurs , eldritch tentacles to robots , aliens . . and i wanna be the first human they've had in the facility .
they wanna know the limits of the human body , wanna know how breeding works , how many orgasms a human can have before they can't anymore . . i wanna be how they figure it all out .
every day im fucked and toyed with by a new creature , and when im not , im either sleeping or being studied by the mysterious aliens that run the facility .
they use different toys and tools on me , rubbing my clit until i cry and collecting the juices pooling out of my pussy .
i wanna be thrown into different rooms with the creatures and i want the scientists to watch me get ruined .
knotted by a werewolf and left squirming on his lap while he bites my neck . . pussy and ass filled with tentacles and bound by more . . sentient robot using warming silicone dildos of varying sizes and filling me with fake cum while torturing my clit with a vibrator . . i want it all .
i just wanna be a plaything for creatures and i wanna be watched while it happens , just forced to feel it and take it all .
Let me dress you up. Make you look all pretty. You're going to wear this little top, and this skirt, so I have easy access. Don't be embarrassed, now. I know the fabric is thin, silly. How else am I gonna see your nipples get hard when I touch you? Yeah, like they are right now. Good. See, you look good like this. Don't you wanna be good for me? Pretty doll.
This, but also when I’m high and all fuzzy and floaty and sleepy and pliant and they can do whatever they want to me as long as they pet my hair and tell me I’ve been good
My last gooning fantasy is that it's the middle of the night and I'm leaving my window open and suddenly i'm waking up to see a giant alien 3 times my size on a edge of my bed looking at me. I'm about to scream and run for help but then the tentacles appear from him and gag me so i cant scream at all. Then a many other tentacles appear from his body and starting going under my shirt, teasing my breasts and nipples and then another pair of them tearing my panties apart and get on my womanhood, one teasing my clit while another get onto my virgin tight hole and fuck me for hours, i'm a moaning mess at this point and coming multiple times, i'm scared shitless but also its the best fuck of my life. Then he withdraws his tentacle from my hole (while another one still not leaving my clit), i'm seeing a giant,shiny cock appearing from the alien's body like 3 times size of human's cock and i'm scared cause i'm afraid it won't fit me but alien doesn't care and align it with my hole and just slam it inside. It hurts as hell and i managed to scream even trough my gag but after some time it starts to fill better and better as alien rearranges my insides. At this point i'm mind-broken and can't think of anything more than animalistic need to cum again and again and again. It goes for whole night and i just passed out at some point, while the alien left, leaving me naked and sore wondering what the hell just happened
CNC TW, very mean, potentially triggering content.
Wow, you really opened this without hesitation didn't you, you little fucking whore? You like reading about dubious consent? Do you imagine yourself in those situations, pervert? Do you think about having your dignity, self-determination, your basic humanity striped from you until you're nothing but a toy? Pathetic. I bet you saw "mean, triggering content" and got excited, didn't you? Where's your fucking self respect? It's dribbling out of you and making a mess in your panties isn't it? You really are a stupid little fuckhole. I knew you wanted to be reduced into an empty-headed object. I bet you wish you had no say in anything that happens to you like a dumb, pliable little pet. Oh? Really? You can't even stop yourself from begging for it? You're such a little fucking degenetare. You wanna be corrupted into being the perfect little doll? To have your boundaries pushed until there's no disgusting depravity you won't sink to? You want your pretty face to be covered in tears, your body to be desolated with marks, and your holes to be painfully stretched?You want to be fucked until you can't do anything but cry and beg to be used more? Until you're a humiliated mess, pleading for me to hurt you just so you feel owned and adored? Delicious.
CW: This is an NSFT concept/story with tentacles and non-consent themes. If you aren't into that, keep scrolling. If you are into that, sit back and enjoy
Imagine, you're hiking on your favorite trail. You've been in this part of the woods countless times and you know these trails like the back of your hand. You have your headphones on as you admire the familiar beauty of your surroundings. The sun is high in the clear blue sky, a gentle breeze is swaying the tree-tops around you, and a squirrel darts across the trail twenty feet ahead of you. You pause for a moment to take a picture of the squirrel when you notice the mouth to a side trail you've never seen before. You double check the time - just before 2pm - and, seeing that you have plenty of time before dark, you decide to check it out. It's beautiful, leading up an easy rocky path with a clear view of the lake nearby. You carry on, not noticing when you take a turn off the main path nor how the forest around you quickly gets thicker the further you go.
After a couple miles, the trail leads alongside a tall cliff face. The mountain is so tall that it blocks the sun, making the thick forest seem even darker. Dense bushes fill the area and occasional movement in them makes you take off your headphones to listen. You can't shake the feeling that you're somewhere you're not supposed to be and someone - or something - knows. You continue down the path, hoping it would loop back to the original trail, and try to shake the feeling that you're being watched. After a while of walking and finding no sign of trail markers, you check your phone again for the time and see that somehow, despite only having felt like only an hour has passed, your phone reads half past 5pm. You try to pull up your trail map but there's no service. In a slight panic, you decide to turn around and go back the way you came. Passing the cliff face again, you pause. Had that opening been there the first time?
Before you can take another step, a bush begins to rustle, moving in the same way you'd noticed earlier. This time, though, it doesn't stop. The rustling gets more aggressive and the bushes nearby start to shake violently as well. Just as you start to run, your trip over a root in the path and fall on your back. But when you look down, it's not a root at all but a thick, black, moving tentacle. Before you can react or stand back up, it slides over your ankle and twists around it. You try to kick it off and scoot away, but its hold is tight. It begins to pull you towards the opening in the cliff face, your screams for help almost seeming to be absorbed by the dense forest. Helplessly, you can only squirm as you're dragged into a small cave.
You can't see how far back it goes in the dark but you're able to hear strange, wet-sounding movement from further back in the cave. A second tentacle, identical to the first, emerges from the darkness and wraps around your left wrist, pulling it up into the air. A third joins, restraining your right wrist, and they use their grasp to pull you from your sitting position and into the air. You kick your legs and scream only for yet another tentacle to come from the dark and grab your free ankle, holding your limbs in place. You let out a whimper and stop fighting, deciding it best to try to remain calm and assess the situation. Blinking the tears of fear out of your eyes, you look around you.
Inside, it's nearly pitch black. Outside the cave, you can just barely see the sun setting between the trees. You couldn't have been gone for more than two hours, it was impossible for the sun to already be setting, yet you seem to be in the den of the impossible. Another tentacle, smaller and thinner than the first four, begins to slither up your legs and you turn your attention back inside the cave.
For the first time, you notice that the final shreds of sunlight are reflecting off the walls just enough to illuminate at least a dozen shapes floating in the darkness. Countless tentacles waved in the air around you, as if waiting for their turn. Your whole body tenses in fear and the tentacle on your leg pauses on your thigh. It coils itself around your thigh, joined by an identical one on the other thigh, and suddenly they pull your legs apart. At the same time, the tentacles holding your wrists pull them together, merging together to form one larger, stronger tendril. You begin to scream again, assessing the situation be damned, just for another shape to come from the darkness and force itself into your mouth and down your throat. Tears prick in your eyes as you feel the tentacle's shape morph and change, filling deep into your throat and allowing just enough space to take shallow breaths. Efforts to move your head away are only met with yet another tendril wrapping around your throat, not tight enough to choke you but firm enough to hold you completely still. All you can do is silently cry as tentacles of all sizes begin to move in from the darkness and seem to explore your body. Some glide along your inner thighs, some rub up and down your waist, one is sliding around your face and chin, and some are even exploring your tits over your tank top. After a few minutes of this, the fabric of your shirt seems to be frustrating the tentacles. It begins to pull at your shirt until it rips and exposes your black bra. The tentacles waste no time in using the same technique to rip that off as well, leaving your clothes hanging on just by the sleeves. You sob as the tentacles return to exploring your body even more intently now. For the first time, you can feel them on your bare skin. The tentacles are cold and slippery, the larger ones pulsing slightly, and they leave a thin layer of clear slime behind on whatever they touch.
The tentacles wrap around your tits, squeezing them curiously, before moving up to your nipples. You're disgusted by the rush of pleasure as they glide over your nipples almost teasingly, the cold wetness making them hard. The tentacles flick at your nipples a few times before their tips reform into what looks like suction cups. They wrap around your nipples and begin to suck on them in a pulsing rhythm. You can't help the gasping moan that escapes around the tentacle in your throat.
Despite the terror you're feeling from the situation, subconsciously your body is reacting to the oddly pleasurable touches of the tentacles. The touches are rushing to your pussy and, as much as you hate to admit it, the fear only adds to the thrill.
You can feel your pussy starting to soak through your leggings as the tendrils continue to suck and tease your nipples and, unfortunately, the tentacle caressing your thigh seems to notice as well. It moves up your thigh and carefully prods at your slit through your clothes. Suddenly, all movement in the cave stops. Your nipples ache from the sudden lack of touch and you're afraid to move in the still silence. After a moment, the tentacle glides across your slit again, not touching your clit, and the suckers on your tits suddenly pulse again, sending a shock of pleasure through you. The tentacle between your legs immediately begins to grab at the fabric of your leggings and pull, successfully tearing them off and down to your ankles and doing the same to your panties.
Another tentacle joins the one between your legs, forming its own sucker on the end, and it begins to hungrily suck up the juices now dripping down your thigh. Now completely exposed and helpless to move, the reality of your situation finally starts to set in. You were the plaything for some terrifying tentacle beast and nobody was going to find you. The first tentacle that was between your legs starts to slide up your slit and, when it gently glides over your clit, you can't help but moan and buck your hips. Mentally, you're terrified and cursing your body for reacting like this. You seem to be giving this thing exactly the reactions it wants and there's nothing you can do to stop this subconscious response to its touch. You try to distract yourself by looking at the sunset only to see the moon high in the sky.
The tentacles definitely notice your reaction to the touch to your clit and it curiously tries the motion again, and again, and again. Your hips are grinding against the tentacle as its cold, smooth surface slowly moves back and forth on your clit. The tip of the tentacle flicks back and forth on your clit a few times as a third tentacle comes between your legs and continues exploration of your slit and begins to tease your hole. Your eyes grow wide as the realization sets in. Getting aroused by the touches of this monster are one thing, but getting fucked by it was where you drew the mental line. Despite your opposition and your attempts to squirm, scream, close your legs, anything, you're still at the tentacle's mercy.
You can feel it as it slides into you effortlessly. It pushes into you effortlessly and begins to explore inside you. As this is happening, the tentacle on your clit changes shape into a sucker and gives a curious suck at your clit, sending another involuntary moan out of your mouth. The tentacle in your mouth moves slightly, causing you to gag a bit. It curiously tries this motion again, moving out slightly before thrusting back in, and repeating this movement, making you gag and drool around the tentacle.
The tentacle inside you continues to explore inside of you and as it arches up, it hits your G-spot and sends a wave of pleasure through your body. The tentacle curls up again and begins to rhythmically stroke that bundle of nerves. You can feel the tentacle behind to change its shape inside you, thickening to fill you up. The tentacle begins to thrust in and out of your pussy, always curling up as it does. Between this, the sensations on your nipples, the tentacle fucking your throat, and the sucker on your clit, you can feel your first orgasm building. You're cursing yourself mentally, trying to hold it back, refusing to cum for a monster, but the pleasure is too much to take. You squeeze your eyes shut in shame as you feel yourself orgasm.
Your juices are rushing down your legs and the tentacle sucking up your juices laps it up hungrily. As you come down from orgasm, you slowly start to realize that this thing was doing all of this very intentionally as it seems to be feeding off your juices. You don't have much time to ponder on this thought, though, as the pace of all the tentacles picks up, quickly bringing you close to a second orgasm.
You're moaning uncontrollably around the tentacle fucking your throat by the time your fourth orgasm hits you. Your brain is hardly forming cohesive thoughts at this point as pleasure overwhelms your body over and over again. You don't even notice when a new tentacle begins to prod at your asshole. You only notice when it starts to push in and, in your first moment of clarity for a while, you try to squirm in protest. You've never even experimented with anal on your own and you've certainly never been fucked in the ass before. The tentacle doesn't seem to care, though, as it pushes into your hole. It feels weird and painful as it continues to push into you and you're mostly distracted from your pleasure as it begins to thrust slowly in and out of you. After a few minutes, just as you're getting used to the feeling, the tentacle curls up in just the right way to send pleasure shooting through you in a way that you'd never felt before. It begins thrusting in and out faster now, curling up to bring you pleasure with each thrust and joining the rhythm of the rest of the tentacles. Your fifth orgasm hits like you've never felt before. You let your brain go empty as you enjoy the pleasure of cumming over and over again from having all your holes filled.
You slowly blink your eyes open in the dappling sunlight. The first thing you notice is how your whole body aches. Your wrists feel raw and your mouth is dry. As your eyes adjust to the sunlight, you look around you to find yourself laying on the ground. You recognize the woods around you as being close to your favorite trail. You look down at yourself and find your clothes torn and your wrists red as if they'd been tied. The memories of the day before come flooding back to you - the hike, the side trail you took, the tentacles, the orgasms, all of it. You pick yourself up, managing to wrap your clothes around you enough to cover up, and make your way towards the trail. When you reach it, you recognize the spot to be where you'd gone on the side trail but when you looked for it, there was only the main trail. Where the mouth to the trail you'd taken yesterday had been, there was just a cluster of thick bushes.
Sometimes you just want to fall into a tentcale pit and be stuck there hours, being changed.
(assuming reader has pussy and boobs)
Tentcales playing with your chest, squeezing and groping as some latch on to your nipples, sucking away. Each suck, each grope, each squeeze growing them little by little, getting heavier and heavier with milk..
Tentacles coiling around your arms and legs, squeezing, covering you in its slime, only leading you to be more horny as it's full of aphrodisiac
Just feel as it changes you, let the tendrils slide into your mouth, feeding you, as it slithers in and out, pumping you full of cum...
Let it slide right around your leg, to your leaking, desperate pussy. It teases you, sliding it self on your slit, teasing your clit, like it knows what it's dond but it's going to milk the moment. Letting it self in, fucking you, in and out, over and over.
It squeezes your tits again, getting more milk out, it fucks your face at the same pace, your mind broke from so much pleasure. It's deep in you, pounding your holes, over and over
Over and over
Until you feel the pressure build, build build build as it pushes it thru. Filling you with not just cum, but it's eggs. Pump after pump, clutch after clutch, a small bulge of eggs and cum, letting you breath as it slides out, your mouth and cunt leaking with cum. It comforts you, petting your head for a job well done.
A couple minutes of rest, but the pleasure, the sensation, it's running thru you again, and it knows it, as it goes back to wrapping you again, a tentcale in your mouth, a tentcale in your pussy. Perhaps another few rounds and you'll be satisfied~
Hours pass, you leave the pit, breasts swelled, milk leaking, a womb full of gestating eggs, you need to return home, return home and spread the pit, perhaps your friends would enjoy the fun~
stockholm syndrome being a "rare psychological disorder" is some bullshit because I feel like it's very natural to watch a horror film and want to fuck him.
i need to be chased down in the woods, heart pounding in my ears and body completely bare except for a pair of little lace panties and bra that barely cover anything.
i need to be paranoid for hours, not knowing where you are, desperately trying to get away but going deeper into the woods by accident, farther and farther away from help.
i need you to catch me, hunt me down like a little bunny and waste no time getting the little lace pieces off me, having waited long enough watching me this whole time.
i need you to tie up my hands to the closest tree and shove my knees up to my shoulders, tying them there so i cant do anything to stop you.
and all i can do is scream when you shove your cock into me, begging you to go slowly or stop while you start fucking all the thoughts from my head.
eventually i’ll stop begging for you to stop, and be a brainless slut made for taking cock, only able to moan and make little “uh uh uh”s as i cum again and again from being raped.
i’ll break fully when you finally bury your cock so deep inside me theres no where for your cum to go but inside my womb, breeding my little pussy despite not wanting it.
pound my cunt over and over, filling me up until you cant cum anymore. i was caught like a little bunny, now i’ll breed like one.
he breaks into your home and finds you asleep on your bed, sprawled out in a thin shirt and shorts, and your perfect little face and pretty tits that he can see outlined by your shirt capture him from the moment he sees them. much like he was going to do with you.
he tried to be quiet at first, cutting away the top from your body, courtesy of the scissors he found in your kitchen, and biting into his hand to stifle the groan he let out when he could finally see what you had hidden with that thin shirt, but it devolved quickly. pretty soon, he wasn’t content just watching you, stroking his cock to the thought of how your tits would bounce with each shove of his cock while you moaned like a good slut for him, pretty soon he needed the real thing.
he dragged your shorts down your legs nice and slow, cock hardening at the sight of your bare cunt below, no underwear on like the slut he knew you were, and pretty soon he was drawing your legs up and lining up with your desperate pussy.
you woke up being filled suddenly, stretching far to fast for a cock far to big for you, as you cried out and kicked your legs in pain. he grabs the back of your knees and shoves your legs up to your chest, your pussy at his mercy as he forced more and more in while you cried.
and then you started begging.
he couldnt stand how good it felt, how tight you were and how pathetic you sounds wrapped around his cock, he was going to keep you and he would never let go, not as he bottomed out and you screamed so good for him begging him to stop.
a wicked idea crossed his mind as he started fucking you roughly, taking pleasure from your pain and fear, and could do nothing but indulge it.
“every time you tell me to stop or tell me no, im going to cum inside this tight little pussy. you’re at 23 right now, how many times do you think it will take before i knock you up?”
your pussy tightens like a vice around him and he laughs, watching your tits bounce as you fall silent in words, only able to cry, whine, and moan like a good slut. he knew you wanted this, knew you wanted to be forced open like a whore and be bred nice and full.
you cry out when you cum around him, sobbing as he buries his cock inside you, pressing against your womb as he floods your cunt with his cum. he adds another tally to the mental list when you shake your head as he starts thrusting again, no where near done with you yet.
