I keep having a dream about being on a hike, I get dragged off path and raped by a stranger, he fills my pussy with cum with me crying and begging for him to stop and that I'm married and wasn't on birth control. He covered me pissed and kicked me telling me I deserve this before leaving me there. He came back with friends and together they took turns raping my holes, passes by shock their heads shouting out that i am a disgusting whore, some take photos and videos, others joined. At the end I pass out and woke up in a basement tied spread wide and my arms behind my back. My rape starts playing on the TV, all my holes being used, a hand wraps around my throat "this is my favourite part" he whispers in my ear while slowly pushing his length into me "a victim wouldn't cum, you fucking dirty cock whore, your cunt is mine now" he said before using my hole as the video played on repeat.
This is why I love to use the pet name, victim. Many of you crave to be a victim. You want someone to be so fucking desperate for you that they have to have you no matter what. So you crave to be in that situation. Which by definition, means you aren’t a victim. So when I call you my little victim, it’s out of irony and to mock you.
I say victim the same way I’d call you a cunt, whore, bitch or slut. I use it endearingly, but degradingly as well.
That’s what this little anon is, a victim 😈. A filthy, dirty, needy victim. Just aching to be taken against their will and violated again and again. They need to be beaten, humiliated and degraded. They need to be left on the ground, trembling, covered in bruises, spit and piss. They need to be left sobbing as they cradle their aching cunt. And even as they beg for mercy, they’ll give you those filthy fuck me eyes that beg for more. The broken eyes of a victim that knows this is what they deserve.
That is a fun fantasy though, especially the part where you wake up in his basement. “Doomed” to be his sex toy forever. Forced to make rape porn with him, just to be forced to watch it. I hope that’ll be your only media while you’re down there. Only able to watch and listen to you being raped. Forced to relive it everyday. You already want it and crave it, victim. Now you’re gonna be addicted to it. Now you’re gonna need it, even if he decides to let you go.
Love the idea about the friends coming over 👀 it got me thinking, what if all those friends also had hunger kinks?
They try to hide it when my tummy rumbles in front of them. One friend glances at my starving tummy and licks her lips. Another smirks, asking if I could help them with something on their computer. I lean down, my navel right next to their ear as I begin to explain to them. They partly listen to me, but their mind is mainly thinking about how loud my bare belly is, now that it's right next to them.
Soon, lunch is served, and I don't eat anything, even as my tummy rumbles loudly. Our friends talk about how oh so scrumptious the food is, and my middle groans even louder for sustenance. The aromas are torture. The friend next to me asks me to pass a dish, and I get up and do so, my belly roaring near her face. She glances up at my hollow tummy, enjoying the view.
Next, we play a few games. One of them is truth or dare. I say, "dare". The second friend smirks and says, "put a microphone to your belly." The first friend agrees, and I blush as I find the device, switch it on, and press the cool metal to my ravenous stomach. A loud roar echoes throughout the room. Our friends smile and giggle, and I blush deeply on seeing them gazing at my starving belly. Maybe we realise that they have hunger kinks. Only time will tell...
I named the two friends! 😅
The one friend, Pierre, asks you in a light French accent to help look something up on YouTube. From the moment your tummy gets into range, he can hear it. His ears perk up, and his mind forgets what he wanted to show you.
"Ze, uuuhhhh...... password, dear." Pausing while you lean over him, tummy rumbling.
"I gotchu!" You incorrectly put in the password the first time going too fast.
After getting in the second time, "I hope you didn't see that!"
"No, but I hear that!" With his hand at his chest, he points to your boisterous bare belly.
"Oh! Tee!" Giggling, while you cover your face with your hands. "So, what'd d'you want t'show me?" Swaying your hips.
"Y-uh-a-YouTube video!" Fumbling his words.
"Sure thing!" You pull up YouTube. Since it's already logged in, it shows videos it thinks we want to see. This time, it's a load of food channels. Your mouth waters, as you swallow an empty promise, your middle howling something fierce.
"That sure look good... I've never had real curry." Although clearly not curry, he hovers over a Asian channel and it begins to play a woman stuffing red noodles and hard-boiled eggs in her mouth. With drool ready to drip on Pierre, you remind him that he's supposed to show you a video. He searches some funny cat videos and you two spend some time laughing about them.
Mere and I prepare the lunch we're all supposed to have. They brought goodies from their garden, while I make a flavored mayo to go on the sandwiches.
"It's times like this I wish I could just... bite into this head of lettuce, plastic and all."
I turn around, a little shocked by the conversation opener. Dressed in a white long sleeved, v-neck crop top, she's holding the plastic wrapped produce and her stomach.
"A wee bit hungry, are you?"
"Yeah, Pierre didn't get up until about 11. I was waiting for him to get up so we could eat together. I got a little distracted, as I was counting on him to wake up in time. So we left without breakfast." She empties out a bag onto the counter, "I need a strainer so I can wash these tomatoes!"
" 'scuse me." Crouching beside her, I hear the moaning of her guttural abyss.
"I'm sorry! She's trying to embarrass me!" Patting her noisy belly.
"It's quite alright, my partner's tummy seems talks to me more than she does!" I laugh, "I'm kidding of course!"
"Ours are always hollering at us! From forgetting meals, to eating unhealthily, our ears sure take a beating!"
I've knelt here for a few moments, seemingly lost.
"The strainer, Ben." Mere's green eyes burn into my soul.
Crumbling whatever dream I had brewing, I swiftly place the perforated bowl in the sink.
"Though we should try our ingredients... we ought to save every bit so everyone can enjoy it together." Mere declares, contradicting her earlier leafy desire.
"Apparently, I'm the only one to have had any breakfast. I'll be fine!"
Working well without communicating very much, simply aware of each others' actions, the kitchen is momentarily engulfed in controlled chaos.
My hands are occupied when she asks for something that happens to be above my head. I motion to where it is, and as her reach stretches her abdomen, it roars demanding a preemptive treat.
"That was really hot..." I whisper.
"What?" Mere asks honestly, as she makes a ruckus trying to grip something on the top shelf.
"That was really loud!" Forcing a laugh.
"Oh, yeah, I felt that one!" Returning to her task. "Getting really hungry!" Oddly, in an excited tone.
The two of you walk in giggling in talking about some silly kitty you just witnessed.
Pierre states, "I don't know about you guys but," he lifts up his polo and audibly pats his humble chub. "I'm ready to eat!"
He seats himself at the dining table. You bring plates to the table before sitting down. Mere and I bring the ingredients and place then all down the "build-you-own-sandwich." All the fixings on separate plates, a couple choices of bread. Various cheese, meats, and vegetables leave no speck of wooden table uninhabited.
Pierre digs in first, while Mere and I delicately build our masterpieces. You, however, look longingly at the buffet.
Since we're diligently fabricating, and Pierre is focused on leaving no scraps. You're able to remain unnoticed until Mere asks you to pass a dish. Somehow, there's no tomatoes left. Pierre has three slices on his plate, one in his mouth, and the rest on his second sandwich.
Turning to the culprit you receive a comment,
"What?" He playfully barks, "They're deliciously grown in our backyard! And your partner's seasoned mayo is perfection!" Chomping, as you travel to the kitchen.
You have to cut more slices. Being famished, it's hard to maintain control, so you take longer than expected. Still distracted, Mere happily thanks you.
"Hey!" getting you to stop. She quickly admires your slender body. In this short time, your stomach hollers.
"I'm sorry!" scurrying to your seat in humility. After you sit at an empty plate, Mere finally notices, and asks
"Where's your sandwich? You must be starved!"
"Yeah! -'s real' g-d!" Pierre sort of says with his mouth full.
"Gross Pierre!" I scold him, "quit being so barbaric!"
"Does this dirty Frenchman bother the prude American?" Maximizing his frenchiness.
"Nooo.." I sigh, "food is only pretty before its eaten."
"Then," He takes a large bite, "D-n't l-k!"
I groan, as the ones with food continue to eat.
Using the oldest trick in the book, you excuse yourself, and retreat to the bathroom to listen to your body try to convince you to feed it.
Timed well with when our bellies satiate, you reappear to help clear the table. Although we don't wash the dishes, we at least transport them near the sink.
Returning to the clean table, we set up our first set of party games. With your hunger momentarily absent, we're able to get quite a few games done.
The party moves to the living room where everyone plops themselves in a seat.
We talk a bit about noteworthy events in our lives before you blurt out, in an effort to hide more tummy embarrassment,
"Let's play truth or dare!"
"O-Okay?" Accepting of the request, but equally irked from being interrupted.
Reaching a lull after the popular questions, Mere finally addresses the elephant in the room.
"What's with the mic attached to the TV?
"I, uh, I-it-it's from work!" I stammer.
"No, but like, what's it for...?" Both Pierre and Mere edge their seats, as your eyes widen.
"Come on, you gotta tell us!" Pierre toys, "you picked truth!"
After a moderate exhale, I affirm, "It's to listen to our tummies when they're being noisy. Now," shifting in my seat to spin the bottle. It lands on Pierre, "I dare you to use it."
He grabs it off the center table and I flick on the entertainment system.
His belly is stuffed, and is seemingly very happy about it. Countless pops and squelches fill the room. For about a minute he allows the mic to amplify his vigorously churning gut, before spinning the bottle.
"I was hoping it'd land on you." He gets up and hands it over to you. "Do it."
Blushing, you oblige. You stuff the mic into your tummy, constricting it even more. Vehement, ravenous, and mournful howls blare out the sound system. We all avidly enjoy the decadent desperate discord for a decent duration before it dies down.
You gingerly spin the bottle. It lands between Mere, but plainly favoring Pierre.
"Are you guys... into this?"
Giving me a look, I somehow read your mind. I bring up a recording.
Skipping through a few, I stop on one that has an still image of me with one hand holding up a shirt, and the other covering my belly button.
"This was close, but not quite, three days. It's an edited five minute video."
After, I play a similar still, but of you.
"Ah yes, I fasted for," Holding up your hand, "Five days! FIVE!! I really did!"
"Yeah! It was really incredible! It starts with a couple on day two, but it's mostly the following days!" Mere's mouth is agape, Pierre's been squirming in his seat since he handed you the mic.
"Pierre," slapping his thigh, "That, was sexy. Why can't mine ever beg like that!?"
"Probably because after the first night, you turn into Godzilla!" Pierre harshly retorts. "I, however, can go more than one measly night!"
"To me, it's the first night that's the biggest hurdle." I confess. "She," directing a thumb your way, "seems to have little issue being, and staying empty."
A rosy smile confirms it to be true.
"Even though it landed on Pierre, I'm spinning it" it stops just past Pierre. She blows at the nose, causing it to roll ever so slightly.
"Eh, it was for the sentiment," she shrugs, "let's all go out for "dinner," and not feed her." Using her fingers and quotes.
"Sounds good to me!" I laugh, you quietly chuckle, while Pierre is silent.
"Oh come now, Pierre." Mere frivolously pegs at him, "They're nice people, don't be ashamed!" Nudging him with an elbow.
"Hah! Gotcha!" He leaps up and points at you.
"Let's tell the server it's your birthday!!"
You, we, are unsure if that was a request or a joke.
Is it? Surely we'll go someplace where they would make a big spectacle for a birthday. Will you deny the free dessert? Maybe we'll just eat it instead. 😈
idky but ive been thinking of riding wonpil while we both suck of jae and it's sooo hot omg
👀 das HOT omg. Just you in Wonpil's lap, bouncing up and down while Jae stands to side, his cock out and in between both your and Wonpil's face. Each of you licking and taking turns having Jae thrust into your mouth afajskdlxo fuck
Every time Sam pushes his hair back I feel a little jolt of desire. Every single time. I want to pull his hair I want to guide him by it I want to yank him down here and make him look me in the eyes
