TW: Degradation & Humiliation, Breeding Kink, CNC, Overstimulation, Choking / Breath Control, Ownership, Possession, Objectification, Crying, Slapping, Hair Pulling,
“I want you on your knees for me.”
Your eyes widen, cheeks flushed deep with heat, but you drop fast. Of course you do. It’s what you’re good at.
You sink to the floor, trembling, thighs already pressed together like you’re trying to hold back the ache. You look up at me through your lashes—so sweet, so obedient, like you want to be ruined.
“Pathetic little thing,” I sneer, stepping in close, the bulge of the strap brushing your cheek. “You’re drooling already. Just the sight of it’s got you soaked, hasn’t it?”
I grip your hair and yank your head back, making you gasp. I press the strap against your mouth, dragging it across your lips.
“You gonna suck it like the dumb little fucktoy you are?”
You open for me, lips stretching around the thick silicone, eyes glassy with need. I fuck your mouth slow at first, just enough to tease—then I shove deeper, harder, using your throat like it belongs to me.
“Take it,” I growl, hips snapping. “Fucking take it. I want drool all over you. I want you choking on it.”
I pull out with a wet pop, a string of spit still connecting you to the strap. You’re panting, eyes watering, but you don’t stop looking up at me like you need this.
I haul you up, spin you around, shove you against the nearest surface. You brace yourself on shaking arms, ass up, legs already spread like a good little slut.
“Look at you. Bent over for me, dripping down your thighs, just waiting to be used.”
I yank your panties to the side and ram the strap into you with no warning. You cry out, but you don’t move. You take it.
“Yeah, you like it rough, don’t you? You like being pounded until you can’t walk, until you’re shaking and ruined and fucked out.”
I grab your hips and start fucking you hard—relentless, brutal—letting the sound of skin on skin fill the room. You’re moaning like a whore, babbling nonsense between gasps.
“You’re mine. Just a wet little hole for me to fuck. Nothing more.”
I slap your ass, hard enough to leave a mark, then lean in, voice low in your ear.
“And when I’m done, you’ll be leaking for hours, aching for days—and begging me to do it all over again.”
You’re barely holding yourself up, arms shaking, legs trembling, mouth slack and dripping spit.
“You hear that?” I hiss, snapping my hips forward again. “That wet, messy sound every time I fuck into you? That’s you. That’s your greedy little hole sucking me in like it doesn’t want to let go.”
You try to moan, try to answer, but I reach forward, grab a fistful of your hair, and slam you down onto the surface—face against the sheets, ass still high, exactly where I want you.
“No words. You don’t get to talk. You’re not here to speak. You’re here to be bred.”
You sob—pathetic, needy—and grind your hips back against me, trying to take more.
“Fuck, you’re addicted to this,” I growl. “You want me to break you. To fuck you past your limits. To fill that desperate little cunt until it’s raw and used up.”
I thrust harder, faster, merciless. You’re crying now, drooling, eyes rolling back as I keep pounding into you, chasing your orgasm like it’s the only thing left in the world.
“You’ll take everything I give you. Every inch. Every fucking load I put in you.”
I lean over you, press my body against your back, and wrap a hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your moan catch.
“You want it, don’t you? Want me to knock you up. Want to be bred like the useless little hole you are.”
You nod, frantic, choking on a sob.
“Please,” you gasp. “Please breed me. Use me. Ruin me. Fill me up—stuff me full.”
I grab your hips so hard that they’re bruising with the force.
“You’re gonna take it all,” I growl. “Every fake load. Over and over. I’ll keep you on your back, dripping for me, used and bred and broken.”
You’re coming again, spasming around the strap, crying out like you’re being ripped apart. But I don’t stop.
“Too much?” I taunt, fucking you through it. “No. You don’t get too much. You get what I decide. And I’m not finished.”
I pull out, flip you over, and shove the strap back in—rough, fast, no warning. You scream, nails clawing at the sheets, thighs shaking uncontrollably.
“You’re gonna take every fucking round I give you. I’m gonna fuck you stupid until you can’t even think without permission.”
I press a hand to your lower belly, grinding deep.
“Right there. That’s where I want it. Deep enough to ruin you.”
You’re a wreck now—body limp, face smeared with spit and tears, legs shaking uncontrollably as I keep the strap buried deep inside you. You’re not even moaning anymore, just whimpering, broken sounds leaving your throat as I grind into that same tender spot over and over.
“Look at you,” I sneer, gripping your jaw, forcing your dazed eyes to meet mine. “You’re nothing but a dumb little cumdump now, aren’t you? Just a hole to be used. A pretty little body begging to be filled.”
You try to nod, try to answer, but your lips are trembling, coated with drool, too wrecked to speak.
“Say it,” I whisper darkly. “Tell me what you are.”
“I’m—” your voice breaks, but you push it out. “I’m yours. A hole. A toy. Breed me, Mommy, please. Just fuck me full.”
My smile is cruel, possessive. “That’s right. You’re mine. Mine to fuck, mine to ruin, mine to fill. I’ll stuff you so full you feel knocked up. Keep you like this. Fucked out, dripping, owned.”
I start fucking into you again, slow and deep, making every stroke count. Your whole body jerks with each thrust, like you’ve got no control left at all.
“I’ll breed you every night. Over and over. Fill you up and watch it leak out of you, only to fuck it right back in. Keep you too stretched and sore to close your legs. Let everyone see what a used-up little whore you are.”
You’re crying again, nodding through it, moaning like you’ve forgotten what it’s like to not be filled.
“And when you can’t take anymore?” I laugh low, cruel. “I’ll make you take it. Strap you down, keep the plug in so nothing spills. Fuck you until all you can think about is being my little breeding toy.”
I press a hand against your lower belly again, pushing down as I slam into you harder.
“Right here,” I growl. “Right where I want it. Deep in your guts. Like you were made to carry it. Like your only purpose is to take me, over and over.”
You’re shuddering, gasping, your entire body giving in.
“I don’t fuck you for pleasure. I fuck you because I can. Because you’re mine to ruin. And you fucking love it.”
I grip your throat again, tight but controlled, just enough to keep you right there—right on the edge of panic and ecstasy.
“You don’t come unless I say. You don’t breathe unless I allow it. Understand?”
“Y-yes,” you choke out, voice broken and raw.
I keep the strap deep inside you, grinding it in slow, brutal circles, watching your thighs twitch every time I shift.
“Look at you,” I snarl, voice low and vicious. “This is what you were made for. Not thinking. Not talking. Just getting bred. Just being my personal cumdump.”
I slap your cheek again, harder this time, and you moan for it.
“Fucking pathetic. You love this, don’t you? Being used like an object. A thing. Just a hole for me to fuck full and leave dripping.”
You nod, dazed, tears spilling down your cheeks as I grip your hips tighter and ram into you again, harder, relentless. You yelp, your body jolting—but you take it. Of course you do.
“Good little breedslut,” I growl. “That’s all you are now. That’s all I see when I look at you—some dumb, needy thing begging to be filled. I’m gonna stuff you so full you forget what it’s like to feel empty.”
I lean over you, lips right by your ear, voice a dark whisper.
“I’ll fuck you every night until your cunt’s trained to open for me the second I walk in. Until you’re leaking down your thighs before I even touch you. Until your body’s begging for it like it’s air.”
You whimper under me, shaking your head weakly—and I slap your ass, hard, leaving a red mark.
“No. Don’t pretend you’re not addicted. Don’t pretend you don’t want to be ruined.”
I grab your throat and yank you up, back arched, strap still pounding into you.
“You’re mine now. My dumb little bitch. My breeding project. I’ll keep you swollen, stretched, dripping. Plug you up when I’m not using you so it all stays inside. Let everyone see how used you are.”
You’re crying again, but there’s no fight left. Just raw, shaking need.
“I’ll write my name across your stomach in marker—bred by Mommy. Make you show it off. Make you kneel with my cum leaking out of you, waiting for more.”
I slam into you again, brutal, deep, relentless.
“I don’t want you to come. I want you to ache. I want you ruined. Helpless. Used. Because that’s what you’re for. That’s what you are.”
I drive in harder, faster, fucking you with no tenderness.
“You’ll never be clean again. Never untouched. I’ve claimed every inch of you.”
Your body is limp, wrecked, soaked in sweat and spit and tears. I've got you bent under me, hips shaking, legs barely holding you up, and I still haven't stopped. The strap is slamming into you, deep and fast, your cunt stretched and slick, taking every thrust like it's all you were made for.
“Gonna fill you up,” I growl, voice ragged, breath hot against your ear. “Gonna fucking pump you full.”
You whimper, clawing at the sheets, head shaking, but your hips push back, desperate and shaking. Your pussy clenches around the strap like it can't get enough.
“You want it, don't you? Want me to stuff your cunt until it's leaking down your thighs. Want to feel me so deep it fucking shows.”
I press a hand hard to your lower belly again, right above where the strap is slamming in.
“Right here,” I hiss. “Gonna fuck it in so deep you get that swollen little cum belly you keep begging for. Gonna stretch you from the inside out.”
You moan shamelessly when I say it, your voice breaking, your cunt clenching hard around the toy. You're so close again. I can feel it in the way your body trembles, the way your moans are slipping into sobs.
“Say it,” | growl, slapping your ass, then dragging my nails down your back. “Say you want it. Say you want Mommy to breed you.”
“Please,” you cry, voice cracked. “Please, fill me-fuck your load into me, Mommy. I wanna feel it, wanna have your baby, I wanna keep it.”
I lose it. My hips slam into yours, fast, brutal, my breath tearing out in ragged gasps.
“You're gonna fucking get it. Every last drop. Gonna stuff your useless little cunt like it's the only thing it's good for. Cum for me, whore.”
And you do-loud, messy, your whole body jerking under me. Your pussy clamps down on the strap, pulsing, milking it like it's real-and in my head, it is. It always is.
And then I follow-grinding deep, burying the strap to the hilt, moaning low and guttural as I press my hips flush to yours.
“Fuck-take it, baby-take all that fucking cum-take Mommy's load like a good little breeder.”
I press hard into your belly, imagining it swelling as I fill you, imagining it spilling out of you, messy and hot and endless.
“Fuck yes. That's it. Stuffed full. Bred. Mine.”
You're shaking beneath me, twitching through aftershocks, body still pulsing around the strap like it doesn't want to let go.
“Keep it in,” I whisper against your neck.
“Don't you dare let it run out. That's my fucking gift to you.”
