Once a girl turns 18 she can choose to join my society where all women in my utopia are forced to wear fertility collars that change colors respective to their position in society there would be four different colors in the collars, representing green would be the free-use sluts that can be fucked anytime throughout the day.
on her way to work, it starts at the train ticket booth being fucked and filled by the guard after being given a ticket, making her way down to the platform and there is already a line waiting at the bottom of the platform where she is just pushed to the ground and raped and bred over and over until the train finally arrives.
the rules for being on public transport were she would only be allowed to stand in front of a door or the walls no sitting, and another 4-5 guys taking their turns one of the guys got mad and slapped her around a little bit, knowing her stops coming up and she has to get off.
getting to work, the boss is hosting a meeting, and she comes out with the platter of food on the lunch break, where the men can eat and empty their balls after they've had their meal, a line would start forming each man on a time crunch pumping and dumping his cum as quickly as he can before having to head back to the office, and after each employee has had their fill of her, going to the bosses room and presenting her cunt in case her boss might want it while he fills out some reports.
green collared sluts would be career women and the main reason for their existence is to make sure men's balls are always drained in the workplace on the way to work, there would be other workplaces they exist in, some heading towards industrial zones being tied up to out of work machinery, making sure every working man or tradesmen has their balls emptied.
Women with blue fertility collars would be private rape dolls, only given to the men at the top of society, the top performing students at universities, and anyone with high status, they would be carefully selected and picked from thousands of applicant's be trained in sexual seduction and be modified turned into a proper bimbo rape doll, their bodies a symbol of their high status and that they are reserved for private use.
they would only have one user, and that person would have access to them all throughout the day, making sure they are always performing at the top of their fields, her job would be to always be available always be dressed as slutty as possible, Woman with blue collars would be allowed to tease other men but never touch or be fucked by them, they would be a status symbol the envy of most men, and the woman who doesn't perform to the best of her ability would be de-ranked and moved to red fertility collars.
Women with red fertility collars would be society rape toys, their days would begin differently some heading towards public breeding pits, where she is propped up with hundreds of other women on breeding bars in a public square and just raped over and over all day by men from all walks of life.
some would go to public bathrooms and be chained to sinks and some were chained to the toilets, and are repeatedly raped all day by men after relieving themselves.
others would go to public libraries, with muzzles over their mouths because they have to stay quiet in a library, propped up by a breeding bar in each reading booth, borrow a book head towards a reading alcove, rape a red collard breeding slut, read your book and go home, these girls would be extremely popular for how adept they would be at not reacting to be being raped.
once a girl is successfully bred, her collar would turn purple, and she would be taken to a breeding farm, men would travel on vacation to these farms and pay a premium to fuck pregnant rape toys, and women would be sorted on how far along term they are, the bigger and rounder her belly is the more a man has to pay, these farms would be very popular the women thinking they were going to get a break instead just fucked night after night with a round pregnant swollen belly in heat, tongue sticking desperately as men sneak into the farm basement every night to milk your tits while they pump more cum into you, drinking from your udders while holding your swollen round belly.
some of the women can choose to be kept in the barn and dressed up like cute little fuck cows, where they walk on all fours and are bred every few hours, their pregnant swollen bellies put on display, walking aimlessly with a dead glazed look in their eyes, just fucked so full already pregnant and in heat, raped until they are just empty shells, the fuck cows with the bigger bellies being much more popular lines stretching out for what seems like forever.
A gruff, tall, fat old man sees me at the hardware store. He decides he wants me. Before I can even react he’s grabbed me with a hand over my mouth, dragging me out of the store through the back door.
Back at his house, we are alone in the woods. He slings me over his shoulder and brings me into his shed. Quickly he ties me up and gags me with my panties. He affixes a pussy pump to me and pumps it as hard as he can, my flesh filling up the cup.
He whistles to himself as he slides me under a work table and then covers it with a huge tarp. After that I hear him walk away and lock the door.
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I’ve lost track of time but it must be hours later when I hear the loud opening of the shed door.
My pussy feels completely numb at this point, and I feel light headed from all my blood collecting in one place. It hasn’t even been more than half a day and I was beginning to loose my mind a bit, feeling the true helpless of my situation. No one to talk to or to help me, no one even knows where I am and I’ve been attached to a scary contraption and then hidden away like some toy.
I hear him walk to the fridge in the shed, grab a can of beer and then crack it. I moan and try to plead through my gag.
“Oh, I forgot you were there. It’s time to have some fun!” He says, slurring his words a bit. I begin to hear how drunk his gait is as he stumbles over to the work table I’m stuck under. It shudders above me as he uses it to steady himself. He rips off the tarp and his bloodshot eyes go wide at the sight of me and my pussy in the pump.
He releases the pressure, and drools as he tries to remove the pump from my pussy. It’s so swollen that it’s stuck in the cup, he tugs roughly a couple times before it releases with a loud POP and the wet sounds of my arousal. He grabs me like a ragdoll and sits me on the table, turning on a bench lamp to get a good look at his work.
My pussy looks more like a fleshlight now, exaggerated puffy lips, pink, flushed skin and I’m so wet it’s gotten all over my thighs, leaving a sheen on my fat cunt.
He laughs to himself and smacks it, hard. The pumped flesh jiggles around as he continues to hit it back in forth. I feel humiliated and begin to whine at the pain.
He notices and smiles, before grabbing me suddenly and running out of the shed.
He brings me back into his filthy house, with trash and food everywhere. He plops on his couch and sets me in his lap, my back to his huge belly and my legs being held open by the rope tie.
He watches football with me on his lap like a dolly. His fat cock rubs against my ass, especially when he’s getting excited about a play. On commercial breaks he just plays with my fat lips, treating my most sensitive area like a stim toy,
Halfway through the game his team starts losing. Every bad play and he’s slapping my pussy with all his rage. The ref makes a bad call—SMACK. The quarterback makes a bad throw—SMACK. Their best player get tackled—SMACK. By the end of the final quarter tears flow down my face and my pussy is red hot and stinging. I can’t take anymore but even if he could hear me through the gag he wouldn’t care. The final play happens and they lose by two point. He yells, stands up and then goes hard on my pussy, smacking it back and forth with two hands as I try to struggle away. He wrestles me down to the floor and sticks his fat ugly dick between my hot folds. I’m helpless under his significant body weight as he aggressively fucks me. He cums in me with a loud grunt. I know he won’t be letting me go anytime soon.
I wish my nipples were even bigger and even more sensitive and even having them brush against the inside of my top made me so horny it was genuinely hard to think
and I wish that my friends knew and they thought it was hilarious/hot that they could just casually rub them and see me become a drooling, wet, stupid mess
Like, mid conversation they start just rubbing super gently and I can continue a bit but then they give a good squeeze and I physically can't restrain myself from moaning and leaning into it
As long as they keep playing with my nipples, they can do anything to me and I won't be able to resist. Someone sucks on them for a bit and I'm grinding and humping against them, mindless
They strip me, put nipple suckers on me, attach some weights to those, tie my hands behind my back so I can't get them off, and watch me shake as I deal with how horny I get every time I move even a bit. They might pull me over, slide a cock or fingers inside me, fuck me and make my tits bounce, or they just slap them to make me moan and drool from the stimulation...
Maybe they even attach vibrators onto the suckers, and watch me cum my brains out for a while... They could do anything they want to me as long as my nipples stay stimulated
By the time they finally take pity on me, it's been hours (or even days, maybe months?) and my nipples are so swollen and sensitive, they're super stretched out and thick, the air on them makes me cum so hard I collapse, and it's another half hour before I can even register I'm in some shady adult shop, with one of those massive special order super thick monster dildos inside me, and my friend who took me there told me they thought it was hot/funny that they were able to shove me down onto it with no resistance because of how stupid I get from my teats
I realise then that I'm wearing a collar and leash, and my friend is handing it over to the shady owner of the store, who says they're looking forward to trying out all the different ways they and their customers can think of to keep me an empty-headed cow whore, and before I can start to object, they stick a pair of wireless vibrating nipple rings on me and set them to the highest setting, and my brain melts as my tits take over
You don’t know him. He doesn’t know you. He didn’t ask for your consent. He just saw you bent over, looking at the snacks on the lower shelf and grabbed your ass.
Your heart pounded and you stopped breathing, but your cunt clenched and soaked immediately. His hand slid across your soft ass and you felt his finger tips gently trace the folds of your pussy. Still you didn’t stop him. Still you didn’t cry out. You just stayed there, letting this complete stranger fondle you.
Your silence emboldened him. Quickly he went from a gentle caress, to fingering you. Panties pulled aside, his thick fingers pump in and out of your wet cunt as you grab the shelving to steady yourself. Biting your lip, you try to stifle your moans as your cunt flutters around his thick digits.
Then you’re suddenly empty and instead of feeling relieved it’s over, you feel disappointment. You were getting close, close to cumming on some random mans fingers. But then you feel it. Something hot and hard press to your puffy lips.
Looking back, you see his bare cock. Hard and throbbing for you. Before you can say anything, he sinks into you hard. One forceful thrust and all of him is buried in you. There’s no stopping your half moan of pleasure and half cry of pain as you are forcefully stretched around his girth.
Your sound doesn’t stop him. He just grabs your hips tight, and fucks you. Fast and hard his hips slap into you, over and over. The wet sound of your pussy echoing down the mostly quiet aisle.
Grabbing the shelf harder you moan like the whore you are as you let this stranger use you. Use you like the free use slut you are. Your hole squeezes him hard and he hisses through his teeth. His fingers dig into your soft hips harder as he pulls you back to meet each thrust.
“Let me see her tits!” An excited man says suddenly and you turn to see some other man watching from a few feet away.
His cock is out and it’s hard. His hand strokes it slowly and you see precum dribbling from the fat head to the shaft where his hand smears it with each stroke. In his other hand is his phone and he’s recording you.
You want to tell him to stop, but you only groan and drop your head in shame as you cum on the strangers cock. It isn’t a powerful orgasm, but it still feels so amazing that you don’t realize you were turned and had your clothes pulled aside so your tits are out for all to see.
The man strokes his cock harder and groans as he records your bouncing tits. The stranger holds your arms so you can’t cover yourself while giving him leverage to keep fucking you.
You need to stop before things go too far, but you don’t do anything to stop them. You let the man use your cunt until he presses in as deep as he can and cums. His cock throbbing inside you as rope after rope of hot cum fills you.
The man watching strokes his cock hard and fast and he blasts his load all over your tits and the floor. Then they are done with you.
The man pulls out of you and tucks his cock away as the other ends the recording and puts himself away. You fall to the tile floor, landing in the mans cum as they talk excitedly to each other.
They have already forgotten you as they exchange numbers so the second man can send the video to the first man. When you look up at them, they are already walking away. Laughing and slapping each other on the back as you are left on the cold floor. Some random strangers cum dripping across your tits while another strangers cum drips from your cunt. And you smile.
Getting up, you fix your clothing and make yourself presentable just as another man turns into your aisle. You glance at him and your heart races as you bend over to look at the snacks again. Turning slightly, you angle your ass that’s barely covered in your short skirt towards him. Hoping this new man will be as brave as the last man was.
Happy October! Here's some spooky smut for the spooky season!
It was October and Halloween was just around the corner! So! Of course you were bubbling up some witches brew for one of your most busy seasons of the year.
You stood in your studio apartment, walls covered in wooden shelves. Atop of those shelves were bottles full of your favorite things: dry herbs, powder mixes, and other potion and spellcasting tools you would need for your work. In the middle of the room stood a big cast iron cauldron. You had arranged some cement blocks to hold an electric fire starter underneath it, as you didn't have a fireplace. It was hard being a witch in the city, but you made do. This was where all the clientele was, after all.
You were standing over the boiling cauldron, an old grimiore in one hand, and mixing the golden liquid with another. The grimoire was your great grandmother something you had recently inherited. You were practically shaking with excitement! Your great grandmother had been an excellent witch, known far and wide for her potions. You had flipped through her book and found it, a recipe for her “Extremely Special Witches Brew”, the first two words being underlined. Witches brew was the basis of so much potion work. If it was extremely special then that must mean it was incredibly potent!
You had been brewing for about six hours now. The recipe started out incredibly normal, but had specified that you stare it down for the next hour, adding a lock of your own hair and some mermaid scales. This had been the most difficult bit, as mermaid scales had a habit of boiling over the pot unless babied with compliments and sweet words. Unusual for witches brew, but you trusted your grandmother.
You had finally finished your hour of staring, marveling and cooing, turning off the fire starter. The next step was to let it cool. When it was finished, the grimoire specified, the mixture would condense and turn a lovely green color.
You waited another hour and checked on the brew. Strange. There had been no change in consistency, and the color remained as gold as the sun on a winter's day. You waited another hour. Nothing.
You cursed. Were had you gone wrong? This recipe had been incredibly expensive, and you'd made ALOT of it, expecting to use it for the rest of the year. Upset, you went to bed early, muttering yourself to sleep.
It was around midnight when something started to stir in the cauldron. Any waking ear would have heard the sputtering and gurgling as the magic started to awaken. Slowly, a small green tendril dripped its way onto the floor, continuously flowing until the full glob, the size of a small person made its way to the floor. Slowly, it rolled across the carpet and stopped at the bed. It watched you sleep for a moment before pulling itself up into the foot of the bed, under your covers.
You woke up feeling something crawl up your thighs. When you opened your eyes you glanced up, not seeing anything. But their was a pressure on you, something cool and wet, like a weighted blanket was curling itself up towards your core.
You tore your blanket off of you and saw it, a dark building sludge, glowing beautifully under the moonlight streaming from your window.
You were so shocked, you didn't react. That was, until it had decided to pull itself under your panties and push itself between your lips. You gasped out as it completely covered you, gliding back and forth against your entrance and up towards your clit. It was pushing and closing all around you, the wetness feeling so good against your skin.
Despite the fact that your stomach was in knots you tried to push the glob off of you. Your hands made contact, but pushed right through, into the creature. You tried to pull your arms out, but the thing tightened around them. You tried to leverage your weight, pulling back as hard as you could, but only managed to pull the thing with you as you rocked back.
The thing was heavy, pushing down your tummy and making its way up your chest. It did not stop sliding up and down your vulva, your breath hitching as it seemed to catch at your entrance. There was an experimental push there and you squirmed, your heart in your throat.
Suddenly, the area felt even more slippery then it did before. The creature started to glow, a soft grass green, as all across your skin, the thing seemed to seep some sort of liquid. You could feel it drip down the crevices of your groin, down the slopes of your chest as you noticed the thing start to disintegrate your nightgown.
You wriggled as much as you could, trying to push back arousal as you shimmied to the edge of the bed. But the creature had a grip on you and the more you moved the faster it started to glide and explore the planes of your now exposed skin. It was fully enveloping you.
You gasped as it pushed into your entrance, a slippery tendril slowly making its way up and around your walls, leaving behind a sticky liquid as it moved. Your body was slowly starting to tingle. Your breathe was becoming even more ragged and the cool and slick textured of the sludge started to feel even more pleasant then it had before.
Your mind was getting fuzzy. The feeling of the thing on your skin, paired with the weight, while previously scary, was really stoking the fire in your core. Hadn't you been so desperate lately for a feeling like this? To feel the weight of a lover as you mewled out from under them?
Your vision started to get fuzzy too. Fuzzy. You felt fuzzy all over. The need in you continued to grow as all you could concentrate on was the sudden movements on every part of your body. Hot. You felt hot..
Your waist, the curves of your breast, your inner thighs, your nipples, they were being caressed, grabbed, groped. All of this continued as a sharp sucking started to occur on your clit. You cried out, not caring if the neighbors could hear you as it sucked wave after wave of pleasure from your skin.
More tendrils had made their way into your hot wet cunt. The girth of it made you buck your hips, straining beautifully under the the green glowing creature. You liked how it pushed you back down, experimenting with where to shift its weight as you keened out.
Green.
The witches brew. The Extremely Special witches brew.
Fuck.
You weren't able to think further as a large girthy tendril suddenly shot itself into you, thrusting into you with force. There was a needle like sucking of your nipples as the thing glided circles over every surface of your body. It was so much sensation you could barely think. The thrusting quickening its pace, pushing harder and faster into you until you broke, your orgasm rocking through you like an earthquake.
But it didn't stop thrusting. And you didn't stop wanting it to fuck you, jerking your wobbly pelvis into the tendrils with futility. You giggled as the slime started to massage more fluid onto your vulva and cunt. Cum and aphrodisiac trickled out of you as the thing bullied that spongy spot that made you see stars.
You had started to drool, which attracted the attention of the glob near your chest. A slimy tendril made its way to the drool streaming down your neck and chest, sucking. It seemed to be devouring the liquid as it made its way into your mouth, sucking your skin and tongue. You moaned around it, an herby taste oozing. You recognized some of the notes as ingredients in your brew.
A silent chuckle vibrated through your chest. Mermaid scales. Worth every buck.
You came again. And again. And again. The slime fucked you over so much that you couldn't quite understand where it started and you began. You were so needy and so desperate for the next orgasm that you didn't notice the sunlight streaming down onto your conjoined bodies.
Some tendrils had made its way to your face, pushing back hair and sucking lazily on the sweat streaming down your forehead. Then, the coil within you snapped one more time, washing over you like a gentle wave on the beach. And the thrusting stopped. The sucking stopped.
The tendrils within you started to recede and form back into the main glob of the creature. It started to absorb all the slick of your body, leaving a lone bouncy weight on your skin.
The two of you laid like that for a while as you caught your final breath, barely able to stay conscious. The thing started to prod circles into your sore aching muscles. You heard a keening sound. That surprised you a little. But that keen had been filled with so much affection, your heart couldn't help but be affected.
As you lost consciousness, one thought stayed in your mind.
oh my god my tits are so sensitive right now i think the smallest brush against one of them could actually make my pussy weak
i dont know whether hormonally im just in the right place or now that im working out more my body is responding to the lifestyle changes in unexpected ways...
but oh my god, putting my bra on this morning i just realised how fucking sensitive my tits are
i ordinarily love a bit of titty play - having them pushed and rolled and cupped by a larger pair of hands - recently experimented with lube on tits too just to see how they felt while more slippery n frictionless (beautiful sensation btw)
and ugh don't get me started on when someone starts focussing on the nipples - rolling them between fingers or even having a harder grasp on them if they're between two knuckles - and having a mouth wrapped around one, sucking n licking n even throwing in the occasional scrape of teeth only if you're really trying to make my knees weak)
but right now? honestly?
i can feel how hard my nipples are from beneath my bra and i think they're poking so hard that there's gonna be indents against the shirt im wearing from through the bra, just from how hard n ready my nipples are just for someone to slip their hand under my work shirt and cup a breast - make me gasp at the informality and salaciousness of such an intimate and sexual action in work
but then make me melt in your palm and bite back on my law-abiding shock by ripping a moan from me because of how good even the slightest of touches feels while you're holding my tits n playing with them when they're this sensitive
who knows, squeeze too hard and you could probably make me yelp from the pain, too.
would you like that? i might. maybe i want you to. because maybe im writing this while at work right now and hoping someone really does come n violate me in front of all my colleagues, capitalise on my sensitivity to hormonal changes n make me an office-slut for all to see
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