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Throat Training

The faggot hasn't quite learned that it's whimpering and crying just makes SIR want to dig deeper inside with various throat training tools...

[pup-stolas]

Dear God please let someone secure its head and train its throat

[necrofetishist]

kicking a puppydog because I'm the most evil guy alive @tiredtired-butch

[necrofetishist]

In case you want to see what a reward for a well trained mutt looks like @tiredtired-butch

[necrofetishist]

last addition to my boyfriend video trilogy: boot humping♡

human dog ashtray

crotch kicking

[pcs0414md]

[owner-of-pet-chrissy]

When Mistress lets pet ride her strappy xox

[septimusmoonlight]

thelazyman14: My friend said a spider decided to live in his car, I immediately thought of that spider growing hundreds of times its original size and turning him onto his willing host and his car into a spiders nest. It immediately got me hard... I thought about telling him and I was like "nah, he wouldn't like that" lol I was gonna ask if you can finish that prompt and write something about it. I get too flustered myself. Lol

You know what? Fair enough~ If your friend isn't a huge fan of spiders, why don't we find someone who is?

Some poor guy, taken off-guard by the sudden presence of a too-big arachnid, wouldn't have time to escape if it had taken up residence in someplace he was familiar with. He wouldn't expect it to have found a way to turn his car into a nest, of all things, but here he is and its fangs are sinking into his neck and suddenly...he feels warm. Too warm. His skin is tingling, and his heartbeat is thundering...

He's overtaken by the urge to simply drive away, to find a nice spot to make a nest. It's a simple matter to drive along some dirt road in the woods where nobody has been for decades, but it's a slightly less simple matter with the spider's legs exploring his body, its abdomen pressed between his legs as its ovipositor seeks out a nice target for it to lay its eggs in. He's getting more and more turned on just by the thought of taking this thing's eggs.

Despite his arousal, the spider seems to think it's a safer bet to tie him up for the first breeding, regardless. It binds his arms to his sides and gets his legs out of the way, neatly wrapping him up in web, before plunging its ovipositor into his body and pumping him full of eggs. Eggs, so, so many eggs, squeezing into him and pressing his belly outwards, stretching the skin tight on his midsection, even tearing apart some threads of stretchy spider's silk. He can't help but moan despite how uncomfortable it is. It hurts, sure, but there's just something about being taken over...something about being the spider's host.

As soon as the spider slides out of him and scuttles off to set up a web for hunting purposes, he struggles out of his bonds solely for the purpose of rubbing himself silly and cumming as many times in a row as he possibly can. He uses one hand to masturbate and the other one to rub his distended belly, caressing it, feeling how heavy and round it is, just how different he is now, how perfect it is. He's still dripping by the time the spider comes back.

He gets some sleep that night, but has to keep waking up just to masturbate. He doesn't know what the spider did to him, but he's embracing it fully, leaving behind the part of his brain that was scared of it before and fully turning into its host, into its incubator.

He wakes up in the morning not to the throbbing of his heartbeat through his body but to the sensation of movement in his lower abdomen, something twitching and scraping. Something with legs.

It doesn't take long for all of the eggs to hatch, despite how many of them there were. He's bucking his hips against nothing, seeking stimulation in the air but unwilling to cum until he has baby spiders flooding out of his hole - he wants to feel them, spreading him open and climbing out of his body. His wish is granted, and granted beautifully, with soft-bodied and translucent little things squeezing out of him and past each other to scramble out of the nest and make their way off into the forest. He doesn't even have to touch himself at all to cum over and over again while they're leaving, while he's giving birth to them.

After the last of them leaves, he whimpers, needy. It's a good thing that the spider is right there, and more than ready to use him all over again. For as long as it can.

[2tiedguys]

[howiwannabeused]

This is just soooo damn horny

[howiwannabeused]

Fuckin love this, sooooo erotic.

[purplehypnospiral]

"2... and 1, up, up, up." My hypnotist said, shaking me gently as I slowly woke from trance. I sucked in a deep breath as my eyes fluttered open, trying to get my bearings after going so deep.

My hypnotist caught my gaze and smiled, and I grinned blearily back, unable to resist the spark of happiness I felt at pleasing him. "How are you feeling?" He asked, gently stroking my face.

Good, I wanted to say. Really, really good.

But it was like my mouth wasn't connected to my body. "Cock." I said, then frowned in confusion. I tried again. "Cock. Cock. Cock!"

My hypnotist grinned even as my body betrayed me. "Oh dear," he said in false concern, even as his eyes took on a puckish twinkle. "It seems as though you only have one thing on your mind."

I shook my head emphatically, but it was no use, my tongue wouldn't cooperate, my lips could only form one work. "Cock." I protested.

"You aren't only thinking of cock?" He asked, delighting in his own performed confusion.

I nodded. "Cock."

He raised a brow. "So you are only thinking about cock?"

I huffed in frustration as he laughed at my predicament, and crossed my arms over my naked breasts (when had I taken my clothes off? The thought floats out of my head almost as soon as it arrives. It doesn't matter anyway.).

I shook my head again and glared at him. My hypnotist's expression become contemplative, and goosebumps suddenly pebbled my skin under his scrutiny.

"Actually," he said, voice taking on that deep, lulling tone that had taken me under hundreds of times. "The more you say the word 'cock' the less you'll be able to think of anything else until 'cock' is the only thing left in your empty little brain." My mouth fell open a little as my mind was caught in the undertow of his words. "Now, my silly little bimbo, what are you thinking about right now?"

"Cock," I replied, unthinkingly, then snapped my mouth shut when I realized my mistake. The damage had already been done. As soon as the word left my mouth, my mind felt a little tingly, my thoughts came a little slower, and my mouth watered as a brief image of getting on my knees and sucking Master's cock played behind my eyes. Oh god. That sounded so nice. So fun. So hot. My eyes fluttered.

"Good girl," he said with a grin. "But I can see you still thinking. Why don't I take care of that, hmm?" He cupped my face, turning my gaze up to meet his. "What does my good girl want to think about?"

I tried to hold back, to stop myself, but all of a sudden his thumb was gliding over my lips, parting them, and it was like once my mouth was open I couldn't help but speak. "Cock."

The effect was even more powerful the second time. A sweet, pink cotton candy cloud was creeping into my brain and I could practically feel my thoughts being overtaken, one by one. It felt so good. For a moment I couldn't remember why I was even fighting this. My gaze went a little hazy as I stared up into his eyes, and a leaned into his touch. I wanted to please him. I wanted his cock. In my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. Wherever he wanted to put it. I needed it so badly.

I didn't even realize my mouth had fallen even further open, until he put his thumb against my tongue and I instinctively sealed my lips around it, sucking it gently.

Master frowned in mock concern as he took his finger back and watched as I moved to chase it. "Are you sure, sweetheart? You don't have anything else you want to think about? No smart girl thoughts you want to share with me?"

I blinked, a little confused as my fuzzy brain tied to catch up. "Cock?"

My expression smoothed out as the pink cloud took more of my mind. I couldn't remember why I was confused earlier. I couldn't remember why I was fighting this. It was hard to think bad thoughts when my head felt this nice and empty. I giggled.

"Cock," I said again because it felt soooo good to say. I was so silly. Cock was the best word there was. I didn't need any other words. This one let me ask for the one thing I really wanted. "Cock, cock, cock."

Master put my hands on my tits and it turned out, cock was even more fun to say while I bounced them. "Cock, cock, cock, cock, cock!"

Master laughed, and that made me feel so good that I giggled too. "That's it, princess, no more thoughts. You're a simple, little toy. You have simple, little thoughts."

I nodded in vapid agreement, as he guided me gently to my knees. When he brought his cock out, my entire world narrowed until all I saw, all I cared about, all I wanted was his cock. I stuck out my tongue and leaned foward, eyes wide and pleading.

"Hkock?" I asked, nearly choking on the word with my tongue out and drooling. I rested my head on his thigh and looked up at him with all the adoration and desperation I felt. "Hkock?"

When he slid his cock past my lips, my brain emptied completely. No thoughts at all. But that was okay. All that needed to be in my head was cock. And Master was taking care of that.

[steamandcream]

Owner who films and documents your progression from having tight virgin hole to being a loose, fuckable pet Fleshlight who can and will accept damn near anything being stuffed into you.

Starting off on day 1 with a little turnaround video, inspecting and stuffing fingers in you to show how snug you are and how you react; then they start taking progress clips over the course of the next few weeks and months, capturing your progress they train you for depth and girth and all kinds of sensations.

Taking little vlog-style videos of you bouncing on a toy and captioning it 'day 17 fuckpet progress! They're doing so well 💕 we're up to 7" length x 1.5" diameter in the ass now with lube only and no prep! We're still a little behind what I'd hoped for on throat depth, but I think this weekend we'll have a nice long practice session and see if we can get past 6" without any gagging."

This continues until you have a whole progression of your training, only getting filthier and more obscene as you go, but treated like you're just a pet being trained to do tricks and obedience.

'Day 31: Pet can now take my fist in their ass with no prep/lube only!' over a clip of your hole throbbing and clenching around your owner's wrist.

'Day 44: Working on some depth training today~ I'd like to be able to bottom out this 14" toy in their throat by next weekend because we have a play party planned and everyone is sooo excited to test them out' over shots of you tearily gagging on a long tentacle toy filling out your throat with almost half of the length left to swallow.

'Day 60: horse cock is IN! Pet will be mounted on this for the duration of our dinner party tonight with some friends and their pets. Good and stuffed 💞' with a photo showing you seated on a chair at the dining table, visibly exhausted, your stomach bulging obscenely at the thick horse cock dildo strapped to the seat beneath you, your legs spread to show how sopping wet you already are before the guests have even arrived.

hnngngf just can't stop thinking about how fun it would be to have someone vlog your progress of being turned into a perfect fuckpet.....more to follow...

[gooobraghhh]

Content warning for some intox cnc

I drugged my boyfriend today <3

A day or two ago we were talking about drugs since he had just tried mushrooms for the first time and eventually it got to the topic of how we both think the concept of drugging each other was hot and mutually consented to future attempts as long as it wouldn’t interfere with actual commitments.

I immediately started thinking of things I could do and formulated a little plan. I had just baked a batch of cookies the night prior using orange flavored chocolate chips and I knew I had left over cookie dough. When he was gone working I scooped enough dough for one cookie, cut up an edible and nestled the pieces with the chocolate chips. The edible was fruit flavored but so was the cookie so I knew It’d be perfect.

Just waited for him to ask me to grab him one and then took out the altered desert. Made sure to be very distracting and chatty while he ate it so he wouldn’t think to look to closely. First bite was like more than half of the cookie and he momentarily paused, looked at it and said it was weirdly gummy. He made eye contact with me and joked about me doing something to it but I kept a sweet face and reminded him that batch was baked before we even had our little conversation, so how could I have done something? I mean he didn’t know I had extra dough left over and he’s a usually on the more dominant side so in his head that whole conversation was definitely more about something he was going to do to me.

He finished the whole thing oblivious to what I’d done. Then I just sat and bided my time. He said he felt tired, and I could see on his face he was getting dizzy and confused. Of course I didn’t say anything and just idly got other things done. I watched as he lied down, and said he felt bad, guessing random things that could possibly be making him feel weird. When I saw him struggling to keep his eyes open I finally got closer to him and whispered in his ear.

“You know maybe you feel weird because I drugged that food I gave you earlier. That might be it”

Then I pinned his arms down and got on top of him. He was super flustered, clearly very riled up from what I told him and while he’s normally very strong the amount of weed I gave him was double what he normally takes when he wants to get pretty high so he could barely put effort into fighting back.

I held his wrists down with one hand and stuck my other down his waistband. He was extremely hard and messy already because he’s Pavlov’d himself by having sex every time he gets high which I made fun of him for of course but it also made it very easy to start playing with his t dick while I watched him melt beneath me, not even trying to stifle his moans.

I made him aware of just how much he consumed and that he was about to get way more fucked up than he already was. Then I told him that he should give up and accept the fact that he was going to be my plaything for as long I pleased. At this point he was about to cum from my hand and I stopped just before he could get off.

This continued for a good long while using a plethora of different toys I grabbed in advance. I made him lie on his hands under the threat of some violence and just tormented him by getting him close repeatedly while he was extremely out of it and loopy. He was only allowed to speak if he was telling me he was about to cum and if he begged or pleaded for me to let him finish I’d make it would take longer or bite him. I also made sure to grab his throat and tell him if he came before I said so I’d make sure things went very badly for him so he was doing a good job of warning me.

He was writhing, whimpering, and struggling not to plead with me while I got him to the point of almost cumming from just the slightest movement of the dildo I was fucking him with. Then he fucked it up. He was supposed to tap me before he came and he failed, before he even finished cumming he was apologizing profusely for messing up. It was mostly incoherent since he was actively cumming and extremely high but it pissed me off and I grabbed his hair firmly in one hand before rapidly fucking him with the dildo while telling him how pathetic he was, how he couldn’t even do one simple fucking task and how he was in so much trouble.

He was so sensitive that he just started cumming over and over, being so loud that I moved my wrist to gag his mouth. For the next few minutes it was nonstop, I could feel him clench and cum on the toy every few seconds and he was fully shaking and pleading with me to stop. I completely lost count of how many times he came but god it was thrilling to punish him like that. Only stopped to fold his legs up and start fucking him properly. He was so high at that point he was basically unresponsive, just moaning and squirming a bit.

I fucked him hard while leaving bites all over his chest since he did such a bad job listening and he continued to cum multiple times just from penetrative sex. He got so needy he started pawing at his dick while I kept going at it, leading him to cum extremely hard and loud beneath me. At that point he was a hickey covered, drooling, trembling mess who was high out of his mind, trying to recover from the 2+ hours we had been going at it for.

It was just so cute seeing a usually tough guy get used by me against his will. Could never normally overpower him but when he’s all fucked up he just becomes a toy for me to pay with. Need to slip stuff in his food more often.

[thekinkymadscientist]

I'd like to give you an orgasm button.

It's quite the challenge to learn to orgasm on command, but you're a very good subject. I'll get some little plastic button, something that makes a distinctive click when you press it. I'll get you nice and worked up, and then press the button as you cum.

A few more times around, and some intense hypnotic sessions -- perhaps conditioning you while you're hypnotized as well -- and now we have the trigger implanted nice and firmly. When the button is pressed, you cum.

And since I'm a nice tist, and since it is the season of giving and all, I'll let you keep the button for yourself. Whenever you're feeling horny, whenever you want to feel good, you can just press it, and you cum.

Every so often I'll reinforce the trigger, just to make sure it stays nice and strong. The orgasms the button gives you will be deliciously powerful. I imagine you'll stop masturbating before too long. Oh, you might edge yourself if you want to really enjoy the build-up and anticipation, maybe touch idly while watching or reading some smut... but if you want an orgasm, the button's right there, and it feels much better than your own hands or toys. You'll have the button in front of you, and when you've ridden the edge for long enough, you press the button and you cum.

And over time, you'll end up pressing that button more and more often. Whenever you're a little stressed, or horny, or bored... the button's right there. There are no restrictions. Press it and you cum.

After you've been using the button for a few weeks, after it's become routine... I'll wait for one of those reinforcement sessions. I'll reinforce the trigger again, of course. But when you wake up, this time you'll see I'm holding the button. I'll press the button, and watch you cum.

What I won't do is give the button back. And you'll find that you've done two very important things over the past few weeks. First, you've gotten yourself so used to having frequent, amazing orgasms. Your body and mind expect to cum very hard, several times a day. You crave it. And second, your body has forgotten how to cum without that button. Every time you masturbated, it was the button that got you over the edge. You need the button, now. And if I don't press it

you don't cum. And even now you feel that desperate need building. You'll do anything for me to press that button. You'll do anything for me to let you cum.

You managed to addict yourself to the orgasms from that button, and even made it so that you couldn't cum any other way. All just by pressing the button yourself, and a few extra suggestions in the reinforcement sessions that you didn't remember. Not everyone would be able to do that to themselves, but like I said, you're a very good subject.

[goblinlace]

Raid the kitchen drawers to find the next depraved item you’re gonna force my holes to take. Pull out the whisk, teasing my hold with the thin pieces of cold metal as you drag it along my entrance. Give me a few hard whacks, smacking the widest part of the whisk right on my cunt, before you start worming it into me. I’ll stretch painfully around it, finally getting some relief once the widest part has popped past my entrance and eased further into me. You don’t push it all the way into me. You can still see my pussy stretched open, around a part of the whisk closer to the handle, giving you a view deep into me. First you shine a flashlight in, watching my walls flutter and struggle around the whisk. I wonder if you’re going to fuck me with it, or pull it out and continue to raid the kitchen drawers for objects to jam into me. Instead I feel you angle my hips up. I hear the zip of your fly sliding down, see you holding your soft dick in your hand. Your grin is wicked, as you let loose your stream and you use my cunt, held open and ready by the whisk, as your personal urinal. Your hot piss fills me, and I can feel it pooling deep into my pussy, getting close to overflowing.

[xxshylittlebunnyxx]

Also hot other than the piss part, that ain’t for me

[smellmypurple-deactivated202108]

[hardyaoi-forlife]

Get me out - Gintama dj

[subinasundress]

I had a dream the other night that I was at a frat party. I was the DD, so I was only drinking water, but I was having fun dancing and grinding. When I went to get more water, someone grabbed my hand and led me towards a bedroom. He was hot, so I followed. When we got there, we started making out, but before we got too far, I could hear my friends looking for me. It was time to go. He didn't want to me go yet, couldn't I see how hard I made him? He grabbed me when I tried to leave. He had handcuffs in his drawers and tape on his nightstand. It didn't take him long to have me gagged with my arms behind my back, despite my struggles. He threw me on the bed. He told me he would go tell my friends I had left already, to get rid of them. "Don't go anywhere, I won't be long." As he left, something caught his eye. The bed post. The corners of the bed post were topped with round bulbs, just bigger than a golf ball. His smile told me he had a plan that I wouldn't like. He reached under my short skirt and effortlessly ripped my panties off. Then, he lifted me up, one arm under each leg, and I felt the tip of the post at my entrance. I struggled, but he was so much bigger than me. It hurt when he started to lower me down. I was dry and unprepared. I felt the bulb pop in and he lowered me down, until I was standing on my tip toes. The post was so deep, I knew i wouldn't be able to get off of it by myself, there was no escaping. He smiled and winked, promising to come back soon and use me for all I was worth. Unfortunately I woke up before he came back, but I keep thinking about that dream.

God that dream had me soaked.

[monstersighing]

MDNI NSFW 18+

Seeking out a satyr bacchanalia. Stripping yourself bare in front of them so they know what you came for.

Seating yourself on a brown skinned satyr’s lap, his black body hair soft against your thighs. You squirm with rising desire as you watch an olive-skinned satyr fuck the face of a pale, light haired satyr, both of them outlined in the glow of the fire. The satyr behind you presses kisses across your shoulders and neck, his hands cupping your chest and pinching your nipples.

You spread your legs wider as you grow wet, and the brown-skinned satyr drops one hand from your chest to trace across your cunt lips and massage your clit. He sucks his wet fingers into his mouth, and hums with pleasure. “Better than wine or honey,” he says. His erection presses hard and eager against your back.

The olive-skinned satyr is watching you, and you see the moment he comes – his mouth a round ‘O’ of pleasure, his chest heaving. He pulls his partner to his feet after and pushes him towards you. “Kiss him,” he says to you, and smiles.

The fair-haired satyr bends down, pinches your jaw open with one hand, and feeds the cum on his tongue into your mouth, and you swallow. Your body heats and your nerves tingle. You realise that satyr’s cum must be a kind of aphrodisiac to humans. The satyr in front of you rises. Your mouth waters at the sight of his hard cock, leaking with pre-cum.

On your hands and knees, you take the dick of the fair-haired satyr into your mouth and suck hard and desperate. He moans and slides his fingers into your hair. The satyr behind you glides his cock across your dripping cunt lips but then pushes your thighs together to rut between your thighs, with rough, hard thrusts that push your mouth to the root of the other satyr’s dick until he spurts down your throat, and you swallow. The satyr behind you pulls back from between your thighs and spatters ropes of cum across your back.

Your legs and arms give way. You are turned over and your cunt tasted. Your hands grip on horns and push the satyr’s face tight against your pussy, and grind against it until you come shaking.

Another satyr grasps at the meat of your thigh and pulls it up so he can watch as he pumps fingers into your sopping wet hole. You come again and again on tongues, on fingers, on the sensation of your nipples being bit and sucked by two different mouths.

Your eyes close, lost in pleasure. You feel orgasm drunk, but still wanting, waiting to be rammed into by a fat, drooling cock and filled with cum.

The hands eventually leave you, and you open your eyes to see the satyr’s leader in front of you, a golden circlet of leaves on his head. He is broad and the cock that he is pumping lazily with one hand is thick and veined. He folds your legs back and slams his cock into you with one hard push. Even though your cunt is dripping, you can feel your walls spasm at the stretch. Without giving you a moment to adjust to his size, he begins to fuck roughly into you, and you pull him closer with your arms to hang on. He presses his teeth into your neck as he orgasms. You feel cum slicking your insides as he keeps pumping into you until you come one last time, and your mind goes blank.

[femboy-quinn-deactivated2025050]

[ghost-ghore]

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.