synopsis ; just obsessing over the idea of getting cunt slaps from abby anderson
tags ; cunt slaps , rough fingering , dirty talk with a little bit of degradation & praise kink and free use , squirting
Abby’s hand holding you on her hand, one of her muscular arms easily trapped your frame to lay flat over her lap while the other delivered brutal slaps to your poor pussy. Your vulva was sore already with distinctive red handprints decorating your skin. Your sobs were broken and mixed in with moans because she didn’t focus on slapping your pussy.
She stopped to finger you ever once in a while and somehow that only made this all the more torturous because in the middle of her brutal pussy spanking, her thick fingers shoved in your tight cunt and stretched you out deliciously. Your pussy made all the lewd sounds in the world and it didn’t help you were wetter than you’d ever been from something so humiliating— cunt slaps and relentless fingering.
“Your stupid little body knows nothing but to get horny, isn’t that right, pretty girl?” Abby asked, rubbing your swollen cunt for a few seconds before landing another harsh slap.
You cried out in pleasure mixed with pain. Two fingers bullied their way in your pussy and rubbed against your inner walls roughly making your cunt clench and drool shamelessly around the digits.
“Dirty little slut getting turned on from getting her pussy slapped and fucked,” Abby spat on her fingers and shoved in three at once.
You gasped, back arching as your pussy squeezed. Abby groaned and curled all three of her fingers at once making you squirt. The scene was fucking filthy— your pussy convulsing and squirting your release all over Abby’s lap and hand, your eyes rolled back in bliss as your legs fell open.
Abby leaned back, smirking, “my pretty little fucktoy.”
content warnings - abuse, spanking, captor/captive plays, degradation, power imbalance, spit as lube, anal fisting, noncon
Ellie comes back from work exhausted and craving something rough. After hours of sitting straight-backed in the office chair, her body hurts, and the only thing she wants to do is make you hurt too, so she doesn’t have to think about her own problems. And she can simply take her stress out on you.
You’re so pretty— captive for her, you’ve learnt to obey. It’s the only way she doesn’t beat you.
You’re naked in nothing but a frilly apron that adorns your bare body perfectly enough for Ellie to want to bend over over that counter and spank your ass red till you cry.
“There’s my beautiful little thing,” she wraps one arm around your waist and presses a kiss to your head, almost mocking considering the power dynamic between you both.
You try not to look away from the stove. Ellie’s hand is firm around you, she points to the counter. You don’t need telling twice, you quietly bend over. Ellie frowns. The first smack on your skin comes down harder than expected.
“Where’s my sweet girl’s smile?” She asks, her voice sickeningly sweet before another swat comes down on your flesh making it jiggle. “Smile, bitch. Smile.”
“I’m sorry!”
You gasp through tears that are already pouring down your cheeks. You hate appearing so weak because of how easily you cry every time she hits you. You can’t help it. Ellie might not look like it sometimes but her hits hurt a lot.
Ellie smirks at your apology and wordlessly moves behind you, parting your ass cheeks and grinning at your puffy, used-from-last-night asshole. You’re still sore, you’re dreading being used again.
But Ellie doesn’t give a shit.
She spits right there on your asshole and using that minimal lube she shoves inside two fingers. You cry out in the sudden pain of stretching, legs already struggling to keep balance as Ellie rams inside her fingers. Two fingers quickly become three and three becomes four.
Ellie pumps vigorously, carefully tucking in her thumb and then— she slams inside. You gasp, eyes wide with tears pouring down.
Your voice is high-pitched, throat sore, cheeks stained with tears.
“Pl… please.” You beg, you can’t even form words anymore. You feel pathetic. Your asshole is stretching so much, it feels like it can’t ever close right again.
But Ellie’s having fun.
So you have to eventually learn not to make a sound and quietly take it.
when she’s teasing you through your panties and it gets frustrating so you trail your hand down to relieve some tension and she grabs your wrist and says “don’t make me tie your fucking hands back.”
'what? is it too much' abby taunted you, 'too full--' you moaned as you felt abby's strap rut into your cervix, 'yeah you too full? is it too much for my dumb girl' you nodded your head, too focused on cumming to respond to her
she continued with her ruthless pace, hitting your g-post making you whine so loud the neighbors knew exactly what was happening, 'is my angel to dumb and fucked out to speak?' she teased, you nodded, she grabbed your tits and toyed with ur nipples, trying to get the most pleasure out of u
'abs faster pleasepleaseplease' she chuckled at your begging and sped up her pace, 'fill me up please? i wanna be full of you, pretty please?' you felt tears roll down your cheeks, she wiped them with her thumb, 'shh shh, it's okay, you're okay' she cooed
with one final thrust you came all over her cock, 'abs!' you whined, so many emotions and physical feelings were happening it felt like too much…luckily she was there to help you through it, her big hands holding onto your hips, keeping you still
as you rode out your high, the only thought in ur brain was “abby, abby, abby” god…she really has corrupted ur poor mind:(
I want to be on my knees for her, gazing up innocently while she tilts my chin and lets her fingers linger at my mouth, reminding me exactly who’s in control
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