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Hog Tied, Part I

TW: dehumanization, CNC kidnapping

Poppy pulled her favourite tail from her toy collection - a fox tail with a large, glass plug, and thoroughly lubricated it before sliding it inside her tight asshole.

She was craving attention from strangers with a side of humiliation. She straightened the skirt of her short pink sundress and did a twirl in front of the mirror, admiring the way her tail and ass cheeks peeked out.

Poppy loved her little ritual, loved the idea of shocking men with her tail, knowing they couldn't help but think about the plug inside her, about wanting to be inside her instead.

Minutes into her slut walk, she saw a man who she knew would give her the attention she was after. She gave him a little spin just like the one she had practiced in front of her mirror, and ran her hand from the base of her tail to the tip. His eyes focused on her playful movement.

Brave girl out alone at this time of night. Wolves are out on the prowl.

Oblivious to his threat, Poppy laughed. Maybe I'm looking for a wolf.

That's a foolish thing to say. Isn't there a story about piggies and a wolf?

Well I'm too cute to be a piggy, can't you tell?

He laughed at her, eyeing her from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. You could be very valuable to me. My prized hog.

Not finding his joke funny anymore, Poppy turned away from him, dismissing him and moving on. She'd find another man who would give her what she was after.

Run, little piggy. Run.

Poppy turned back to look at him, and saw him winding a long rope through his hands. Is that a fucking lasso? Where had it come from?

She took off running, her huge plug bouncing in her ass, slowing her down. After only a few seconds, Poppy felt a sharp pull around her right ankle, sending her tumbling to the ground. She cried out in pain, but had no time to move before her other ankle and then her wrists were tied in an unforgiving hog tie.

Seems I've caught myself a fine hog, he said to her, gripping her plug at the base and giving it a harsh tug. Poppy opened her mouth to scream but it was quickly filled with a musty cloth. He pulled out a roll of duct tape and wrapped it around her head three times. He picked her up by the hog tie, an agonizing pain shooting through her shoulders. Poppy tried to wiggle herself free, but it was useless.

I have the perfect new home for you, pig slut, he said, not bothering to look down at her. I have a stall ready with your name on it. You have a nice pile of hay to sleep on, your own trough, everything to make a little piggy happy as, well, as happy as a pig in shit. He laughed menacingly, and Poppy couldn't figure out how no one had seen him take her. Why no one stopped this.

He paused in front of a large red truck, and opened the door he hadn't bothered to lock. He placed her in the back on a jump seat and slammed the door shut. She heard him whistling as he walked to the driver's side door, climbed in, and revved the engine.

Let's get you home and out of that human costume you're wearing.

Poppy screamed, her muffled cry sounding less like a human and more like an animal.

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Desired, Part II

TW: CNC kidnapping

The van finally stopped. Cassie didn't know how much time had passed, but based on the soreness of her limbs, it had to have been hours.

Wrists tied behind her back, ankles cuffed, tits exposed, mouth filled, and a sack over her head, she was well and truly helpless.

She heard the back doors of the van open. The man who had skull fucked her in the woods, the man who had taken her, the man who now owned her, climbed in and straddled her hips. His heavy body pinned her down, as if she wasn't helpless enough already.

Hope you enjoyed the trip, cunt, he said as he leaned in close to her ear. I have a special room ready just for you. I can't wait to show it to you. His hands groped Cassie's body, roughly squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, making her cry out.

You don't really think that hurt, did you whore? His laugh was more than menacing; it was genuinely delighted. You're in for a world of fucking pain. Now, let's get you home.

He climbed off her body, and Cassie felt him grab her by the ankles and pull her towards him and out of the van. She put up a weak fight, twisting and trying to free herself from his grip. She couldn't see his smile at her pathetic, half-hearted attempts.

She was back over his shoulder, a familiar feeling to her now. She heard what sounded vaguely like a complex locking mechanism, and a heavy door open. Cassie bounced on his shoulder as he carried her down a long set of stairs before placing her down on a cool, dirt floor.

Am I in a fucking basement?

Cassie could hear the clink and jangle of chains around her, and tried her best to get her bearings and move. She tried to shimmy her ass to try to stand, only shaking her tits for him in the process. He stopped to stare appreciatively at his prize.

I am going to transform you, cunt. You are going to regret dangling yourself in front of a man like me.

He finally pulled the sack from her head. The light in the room (cellar?) was dull, almost nonexistent, but Cassie still blinked from the sudden change in brightness. Still gagged and bound, all she could do was look up at him, at the thick metal collar attached to a long metal chain in his hands.

But first, I have a present for you.

He stalked towards her, the collar open and ready for her throat. A tear slid down Cassie's cheek, a whimper of protest tried to escape her mouth.

Isn't this what you wanted? To be captured, to be owned, to be enslaved? I'm just helping you live out your potential. He leaned in and licked the tear from her cheek.

He was on her, clicking the heavy collar into place. He stepped back to admire his work before pulling a key from a rope around his neck. He pushed Cassie's head down to reach the back of the collar, locking it in space.

He crouched down in front of her, eye to eye, admiring his newest toy.

I'll be back in a few hours, pet. Don't go anywhere. With a parting slap across her face, he climbed the stairs and was gone.

Cassie sat there, alone in the dark, softly crying to herself. She couldn't admit to herself that she was also dripping wet.

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Secretary, Part III

The plug hurt.

Maya tried her hardest, but she could hardly think past the feel of the giant plug filling her asshole, or the cum slowly, ever so slowly, leaking out the sides and dripping down her leg.

Worse, the O-ring on the end of it made it so she couldn't find a comfortable position in which to sit. She squirmed, unable to find a position that didn't ram the plug deeper inside her. A soft moan escaped her lips whenever she shifted.

As the clock got closer and closer to 5 PM, Maya's pussy throbbed harder and harder. She was eager to get the plug out of her, for her boss to touch her again, to be with her. All day she could hear two voices coming from her boss's office; he might be her (secret?) boyfriend, but he was still an important client, and Maya heard them arguing over contracts all day. At one point, the conversation got so heated Maya swore she heard something fly across the room and break against the wall.

At 4:55, Maya ran to the washroom to freshen up. She wiped the cum that had leaked down her leg and onto her shoe. As she was washing her hands, she noticed one of her coworkers was looking at her suspiciously. There's no way she knows, Maya thought. Can she smell it on me?

At 5 PM on the dot, Maya knocked on the door. Most employees had already left for the day, but any straggler wouldn't take notice of Maya; it was normal for her to check in with her boss before leaving work.

Come in.

Maya entered, and she saw her boss sitting in her chair, legs crossed, and holding a leather leash. Her boyfriend was standing sentry beside her.

I'm disappointed in you today, Maya.

Maya's heart pounded. What have I done?

Did you think I wouldn't notice the mistakes you made today? Maya felt sweat start to bead along her hairline. You emailed the wrong contract to the Williams Group today. You're lucky our security team noticed before anyone opened the email. She slapped the leather leash against the palm of her hand, and Maya jumped in response to the sound. You deserve to be punished for this oversight.

Not knowing what to do or what to say - Maya had never made such a serious mistake before - all she could think to do was look down at the floor and try and come up with an appropriate apology. She could fire me over such a huge mistake, she thought. What if I told her it wasn't my fault, and that I was distracted by the plug in my ass?

Strip, and get on your knees. Crawl to me, and grovel at my feet.

Maya stripped and dropped instantly. She kept her head down as the crawled, each movement jostling the plug still in her. When she reached her boss, she remained on her hands and knees and kept her face turned down to the floor.

What's the point of having a secretary if you can't even email the right document, she said, rising to stand behind Maya. She turned the leash into a whip and slapped it against Maya's bare ass. Her hole clenched in response.

I want to hear you count each strike.

One, two, three, four, f-f-ive, s-i-i-ix, s-s-s-even, tears were welling in Maya's eyes from the pain. Eight, n-n-n-ine, ten. It wasn't ending. Eleven. T-w-w-elv-v-ve. Thirte-e-n. Maya was feeling herself fall apart. By the thirtieth whip, Maya's ass cheeks were burning, tears streaming down her face.

This is what happens to bad secretaries, her boss said, finally ending her punishment. She then clipped the leash to the O-ring on the plug still in Maya's ass, then looped and knotted it around the leg of her chair. Her boss took a seat again and spread her legs. Maya saw she wasn't wearing any panties.

Make me forget about your transgressions against me, she said, guiding Maya's head toward her pussy. Lick me until I deem you worthy.

Maya crawled closer, marveling at her love's beautiful lips. She stuck out her tongue and dove into her depths, licking and twirling and sucking and teasing. She felt hands in her hair holding her head in place, her boss lifting up one leg to give Maya a better angle. One of Maya's hands drifted to her own pussy, and she was startled when two hands - his hands - gripped her wrists and pinned them behind her back. She didn't want to move away, but now she had no choice.

She felt her love's thighs tighten around her head, and knew she was close to finishing. Maya flicked her tongue over her clit faster, driving her to a loud orgasm that vibrated off the walls. Her wrists were released and Maya tumbled to the ground, depleted, her ass cheeks burning from her punishment, the plug still buried deep.

While Maya tried to find her breath again, her boss stood from her chair, straightening herself up, and kissed her boyfriend roughly. They fought for dominance over one another, pushing each other against the desk, then the wall, two wolves asserting command over the other.

We're going to be late for our reservation, he said, still fighting for control over a powerful woman who rarely gave any away.

Maya's boss smiled darkly, looking over at Maya, who was still naked, ass red, and filled with cum on the floor next to her desk, waiting like an obedient dog.

Be a good girl and wait for us until we return. We should only be 5 or 6 hours or so. And with that, Maya's boss grabbed her bag and they stepped out of the office, leaving Maya discarded on the floor once more.

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Horror Whore: Centuries

Let me in.

The voice called to Jane from the darkness. A shape, as dark and foreboding as the night surrounding it. She was standing in a field of flowers, unsure how she got there, but nonetheless drawn to the voice calling to her.

Let me in, Jane. Not a request, a demand. A demand that spoke to the deepest part of her, to her soul, her marrow. Her blood. Let me in to your heart.

She felt herself drifting, helpless against the urge to give herself over to him.

The fog that surrounded him parted as she approached. He opened his arms for her, welcoming her into his embrace. She reached out to him, straining for his touch.

Mine, she heard him say, this man who was not a man, this creature whose shadow emanated a power that she was hopeless to resist.

She was within arms reach of him now, two magnets drawn to each other. He reached out a hand to her, welcoming her into his embrace.

I've waited so long. I have searched for you across the seas. The longing Jane felt in his words, the grief and sorrow, the loneliness of his existence. I cannot wait to make you mine again.

When he finally touched her, it was as though she were born again. Awakened. A deep, ancient part was now rose within her. He tore off her flowing white nightgown in one fluid motion, sending it rippling through the air behind him. She watched it flutter in the breeze, but only for a moment.

Jane's eyes fixated on him. He was tall, inhumanly so. He towered over her, almost seeming to expand wider and wider, as though he were wrapping heavy black wings around her.

He stared at her, her nakedness, his hands running up and down her body. Centuries, was all he said.

Suddenly, Jane was on the ground, his weight heavy on her. He was somehow naked too, his thick cock sliding against her cunt. He entered her swiftly (when had she become so wet) and wrapped a hand around her neck. He squeezed it, as though he needed the assurance she was really there, alive and open to his touch.

I will not lose you this time, my love, he whispered into her ear as he claimed her cunt as his own. I will not allow them take you from me this time.

Jane felt something ancient wash over her like a curse. His words were slowly registering (what does he mean, this time? who is going to take me?) and she began to feel terror over this being taking her body, her mind, her soul.

It wasn't until she saw the flash of fangs a moment before he plunged them into her heart that she realized what he was. Jane screamed into the night, knowing there was no one around to hear her cries.

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Jane awoke with a start, a phantom hand around her neck, phantom fangs latched to her breast, and a phantom cock buried inside her. She wasn't outside being taken on a field of flowers; she was safe in her bed. It was only a dream, she whispered to the darkness. Only a dream...

The soft knock against the glass of her bedroom window jolted her from her sleepy state. She turned and stared, transfixed by what she saw.

It was him. The man creature from her dream nightmare.

Let me in, Jane. Now.

The force behind his command slammed into her. She floated to the window, and unlatched it for him. She couldn't have stopped it, even if she wanted to. Please, come in.

His smile was just a flash of teeth as he crossed the threshold into her bedroom. I have waited centuries for this moment, my love. Let me taste you. Let me taste you in this reality, outside of our dreams.

He lunged for her, biting her neck, tearing into her skin like an animal that has been starved within minutes of death. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound escaped. Blood poured down her body, soaking her clothes that were now sticking to her. She raised a fist, slamming it against his chest. It was as useless as punching a brick wall.

This new world hasn't changed you, my love. As hard as they tried to keep you from me, they couldn't, he said, though his mouth stayed latched upon her neck, his words floating through her mind. She felt her body growing weaker, as her life was drained from her.

There is no turning you into one of my kind, he whispered in her mind, anguish behind his words. You will age, grow, die. You will leave me again. It took me centuries to find you this time, and I will spend centuries more searching for you again. His hands stroked up and down her body, cupping her breasts as he licked droplets of blood off her nipples. With you by my side, I will be unstoppable once more.

The wound at her neck had stopped bleeding, but she was weak and exhausted.

Come, my love. He scooped her into his arms and headed for her bedroom window. Let me take you home.

He launched them out of the window and into the night sky.

Inspired by Nosferatu (2024), dir. Robert Eggers

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