Puppy that starts whimpering and scrambling away when it sees me holding the spreader bar and a joint, cause it knows that means I’ve had a bad day and it’s in for a long night of my stress relief.
Course I’d catch it easy, collar and leash it to a post, face down on the floor. Nowhere to go. Force the spreader bar onto the crying thing, increasing the distance until its whole puppy cunt is on display, completely spread open and exposed.
I need some time to light up and smoke, so I’d settle into my chair, my puppy’s spread cunt the perfect entertainment. Press my boot against its cunt and order it to hump. Lazily smoking as I watch, occassionally pulling back to swiftly kick it and laugh at its cries and squirms in pain, completely unable to close its legs. This would go on for awhile as I nurse my joint, pulling out a piece of ginger and slowly, meticulously carving it. The scent would fill the air along with smoke.
Puppy knows what comes next and the crying only gets more desperate. Don’t make me get the muzzle. Slowly leaning down and rubbing the ginger through its aching folds and around its clit, liking how my toy instantly starts squirming away helplessly from the burn. I would ignore the adorable whining as the carved piece of ginger goes in its hole, stretching just a little, causing a firey burning sensation inside puppy’s cunt.
The burn would be overwhelming, pup unable to escape the feeling, too lost in the searing heat to hear me unbuckling my belt. The first whip of my belt is a surprise burst of pain, causing its hole to clench around the ginger, making the burning heat so much worse. Puppy would just have to lie there, each crack of leather on skin making it hurt inside and out, not enough willpower to keep its hole relaxed and not clenched down on the ginger. Take it so good, don’t you? I’d trail my belt over pup’s cunt, ass already bruised and burning. Of course I didn’t forget - pup’s need their cunts whipped. I feel so much more relaxed already. Such a good puppy!
Jack decides to test you, and you end up stuck in his trap, with a little help from his best friend.
Pairing: Jack Abbot x Reader x Michael Robinavitch (Abbot x Reader is the main pairing)
TW: noncon, kidnapping, figging, dp in two holes, piss kink, breeding bench, rough, smut smut smut! Read at your own risk <3
wc: 7k (a LOT of smut)
You’re not stupid. You know it’s a trap.
Even if you’d been dumb enough to convince yourself it was a dream last time.
You wake up on your couch, wondering how you got there. Mind fuzzy, limbs stiff, cunt aching like you’re bruised all the way to your womb.
There’s a moment where you forget that he could still be there, and then you freeze, waiting for any sign that you aren't alone.
Heavy footsteps, or the sound of something moving.
But there’s nothing.
The silence in your place fills every corner.
Your phone and pill bottles are sitting on your coffee table with a glass of water, like you fell asleep on the couch after a long day.
But you know better.
And silently, you tip toe into the kitchen to grab your butcher knife, slowly making your way through each room. Looking for signs of him you know you won’t find, he’s too smart for that.
When you make it to the bedroom you notice how nicely made up your bed is, crisp corners that look military grade, and you can’t hold yourself back from ripping the linens off. From throwing your pillows and duvet to the side, tearing at the bedding until you’re staring at the piss stain you knew would be on your mattress.
The confirmation that it’s all been real has air whistling through your constricted throat as you nearly choke.
Slumping to your knees, the knife falls to the bed as you grip the mattress and press your face into its side, screaming yourself hoarse.
You're too wired to even cry, mind going a mile a minute as you try to figure out what to do.
Go to the police?
What evidence do you even have? He pissed away whatever dna was inside you, and he’d be too smart to leave finger prints. If you’re lucky, he might have left a hair or two, but when has luck ever been on your side?
The police won’t be able to do anything, it’ll be your word, with no evidence, against a well respected doctor.
Like they would even believe you in the first place.
No, you’re going to have to save yourself.
And even though you know this is a trap, a test to see if this time you really will try to run.
But running feels like your only option, you know in your gut he’ll be able to find you anywhere in this city.
So you’ll leave town.
Take the first flight out.
You don’t care where, anywhere to get you away from him. Anywhere to buy you the time to figure out what to do with your place, to figure out how you’re going to uproot your entire life.
Your heart won’t stop racing and you can’t get rid of the feeling that he’s going to shove his way through your door any minute to claim you as his pet.
So you quickly dig out your old backpack, moving fast as you scramble to think of what’s important to you, what you can’t leave behind if you decide you can never come back here.
Jewellery from your grandmother, photos from your childhood, the stuffed bear your parents gave you the day you were born, your old diary that you never really kept up with filling, important documents, your laptop, a change of clothes, and some toiletries.
It has the backpack nearly bursting at the seams, but you make it work.
You pull on jeans and a hoodie, at the last minute pulling on a baseball cap, realising you might need to disguise yourself a little. Then you’re quickly lacing your shoes and shouldering your bag. You do one last lap around your place to make sure you didn’t miss anything.
Mourning all the things you can’t take with you. That you pray you’ll be able to come back to. A life you hope you'll be able to come back to.
You’re ready to leave when you remember your phone, and in a daze you make your way back to the couch.
Staring at it sitting innocently on your coffee table.
Is it bugged? Did he put a tracker on it?
If you use it to try to order an Uber or buy a plane ticket, will he know?
There’s no way for you to be sure, so you leave it behind.
Another heartbreak to add to the pile.
You just hope your laptop will be enough to get you by.
When you reach your door, you freeze. Suddenly terrified you’ll open it to him right on the other side, ready to punish you for trying to leave.
You steel yourself, trying to be brave, even though all you really want to do is curl up in a ball and pretend none of this actually happened to you.
And then you shove your way outside, locking the door behind you and walking as fast as you can to the closest bus stop. To where there will be witnesses and a bus that’ll take you to the airport.
Air presses down around you and you start to sweat, feeling far too vulnerable out in the open, already feeling eyes on the back of your neck. Like you're being hunted, even though you aren’t even sure if he’s really after you.
But paranoia has you skittish and jumpy, constantly darting your eyes around to catch a glimpse of his broad shoulders and silver curls.
When you safely make it to the bus stop, you breathe a sigh of relief, settling in to wait for the next 28X.
People line up and get on their bus routes as you wait for yours. Twenty minutes pass and you get antsy, hoping the bus will be here soon, desperate to be on it and making some progress to real safety.
The minutes tick by, and still no bus.
Another comes by, still not yours, filling up and leaving you standing alone at the empty stop.
You stay vigilant, eyes always scanning for him.
And you nearly jump out of your skin when a tall man with a beard and soft eyes wanders over to ask you the time and if you know when the next bus is coming.
You blink, brain struggling to let down your guard for long enough to remember how to make small talk.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t have my phone on me, so I’m really not sure.”
He whistles before laughing, warm eyes crinkling in a way you find endearing, “Here I thought no one left their house without a phone on them anymore.”
You try to smile, but you’re pretty sure it comes out as more of a grimace.
He seems nice, and in any other situation you'd be thrilled to have a cute guy like him chat with you, but your skin prickles hot as you realize it’s only the two of you. And for no good reason, dread coils its way deep through you, prey instincts kicking in.
“I guess we’re both in the dark then.” He jokes, and you nervously smile and nod, before the roar of an engine has your head whipping around to see what’s happening.
A green bronco with tinted windows screeches to a stop in front of the both of you. And you jump back, your stupid backpack knocking right into the chest of the man you were talking to. Your heart jams its way into your throat, and before you can turn to run, a big hand is covering your mouth, and the prick of a needle is biting into your thigh.
You claw at the hand gripping your jaw, adrenaline and blood pumping fast and hard as you wildly kick back at his shins. Your foot connects and some of his weight slumps forward into you, swearing as he readjusts his grip.
His other hand snakes its way around your waist and he starts dragging you towards the car.
Oh god, if he gets you in there, you're as good as dead.
You dig your nails deep into his arm, drawing blood as you struggle against him, screaming into his hand. Slumping into dead weight as you twist and turn in his grip, looking for any opening to slip free.
“Don’t piss me off, honey.” He growls into your ear as you keep struggling. “You're in enough trouble already.”
Your fighting doesn’t last long as the effects of whatever he injected you with hit you all at once, eyelids suddenly feeling like hundred pound weights, heartbeat turning sluggish in your veins. You panic as unconsciousness barrels toward you like a freight train.
You try one last time to twist out of his hold. But he’s too strong, and your muscles refuse to listen as you beg them to fucking move.
The last thing you remember before sleep claims you, is the sound of the car door being wrenched open and the feel of soft leather seats under your hands as you’re unceremoniously shoved inside.
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Owner making me choose between mouthsoaping and figging after a punishment.
One of my holes is going to burn and sting for my misbehavior. I’m going to stand in the corner with a red ass and something to be embarrassed about, I just have to pick which one I want more.
18+ MDNI | <1k words, 2nd person | Reciever: you/your, ass, rim, little toy, hole, bitch | Giver: they/them, your dom, length | Primary themes: noncon, gagging (both silencing and dry heaving), forced contortion, anal/painal, pain for torture’s sake | Other themes: ambush, tied up, asphyxiation to unconsciousness, recording, figging, toy/dildo, dom being casual, cruelty, minor dacryphilia
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You need a sadistic stalker dom in your life. Maybe one day, your dom gets off of work early, and lets themself into your apartment with the key they copied from a picture they took while you were in the bathroom two months ago. They wait behind your front door to ambush you when you get home. The instant your bag hits the floor, strong hands wrench your arms behind your back and manhandle you into the bedroom, hardly noticing your flailing. Your heart can't help but race, even though you quickly realize who it is. You two had been sexting for a while, and had even hooked up a few times, but you had a fight last week, and hadn't talked much since. You had hoped it was water under the bridge but...
They tie you up on the bed, forcing a thick inflatable gag past your teeth until it nestles at the back of your throat. They pump it up, beginning to pry your jaw apart, stopping just short of dislocation. A thin tube runs through a hole in the punishing rubber, tickling your gag reflex as you try to control your dry heaving, tears pooling in your reddening eyes. They just smile at you. You are utterly fucked.
Without any preparation, they thrust viciously into your ass. You had talked about anal a little bit, but never seriously. Your ass feels like it's tearing as they ream you open dry on their length, making it as miserable as they can manage. Obviously, it hurts a lot—you can tell that's the entire fucking point—but the gag they used completely fills your mouth, making it hard to breathe, let alone scream. You're already struggling to hyperventilate through the thin tube serving as your air supply, the world closing in around you, when they fold over the tube, pinch your nose, and send you into the darkness.
You jerk back to consciousness choking on the gag, nearly aspirating the contents of your stomach before you can get your gag reflex back under control. As you slowly regain awareness of the sensations lingering in your body, you realize you have no idea how long you were out.
Obviously, your ass is sore and feels damn near torn, but there's more to it than that. There's something still holding your ass open, smaller than your dom, but also radiating a burning sensation around your rim and into your ass. You feel fucked out, and the rest of your body aches fiercely, but in a very odd way, almost jelly-like. Your muscles feel... over stretched?
Footsteps in the hallway draw your attention.
"Oh, my little toy is awake. Feeling good, I take it?"
They know full well you couldn't respond to save your life.
"Are you curious what I did to you while you were out? Here, let me show you." They walk over and lay down next to you, almost giddy, sticking their phone in front of your face. It's a video of you.
They're fucking your ass like they were just before you passed out, but you're clearly unresponsive. Eventually, they slow down to a lazy pace, reaching down to untie your legs. Once they're free, they wrench them upwards, trying to put your feet behind your head. There is obvious resistance; it doesn't even look close.
To your horror, over the next few minutes, they keep pushing on your legs while thrusting harder and harder and your legs stretch farther and farther towards your head. Finally, they thrust one final time, burying as deep inside your defiled hole as possible while leaning their entire body weight on your ankles. They slip behind your head, hooked behind your neck.
"Isn't that awesome? Your legs, were like, all the way up here." They mime the position, waving their hands disturbingly close to your ears. "Here, let me show you."
You try to squirm and fight as they untie your legs just like in the video, but it just sends a burning sensation shooting up the back of your thighs.
The pain as they slowly push your legs up is unique and indescribable. Not unbearable. Not yet. But visceral. You lose control of your gag reflex and start heaving again, but your dom doesn't seem to care, if they noticed at all. They seem pretty intensely focused on getting your feet behind your head again.
"C'mon bitch, you already did this once, stop making it harder."
Eventually, they succeed again.
"Yeah, see? Like that. Then I fucked you so hard. I need to show you that too. Here."
They lean down and grab a thick dildo, forcing it into you like it's the most natural thing in the world. Whatever was holding you open gets forced in along with it.
"Oh, oops. I forgot to take out your ginger. Don't let me forget to fish that out of you before I leave, ok? Anyway, I had so much fun folding you like this. I think you deserve to see what it was like. How about you squirm for me like this for a while, and then we can move on to the second position?"
Upon seeing your wide eyes, they elaborate.
"Oh, couldn't you tell? Obviously this wasn't the only position I tried. You could be a contortionist, you know! If you ever want to use those videos as an audition tape just let me know. They're all so fun, I can't wait to show you what your body can do now."
notes: explicit, mdni; male and female terms used to describe trans genitalia, also Jason ignores the reader when they ask him to wait 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
tags: figging, minor medical kink(?), restraints, fingering, humiliation, punishment, brat taming (?), ftm!reader, wc: 600 words
(also figging involves inserting a piece of ginger root for a burning sensation, hope that helps!)
“I’m sorry,” you cried out as you squirmed, attempting to push your legs closed despite the spreader bar between them.
You didn’t even understand how you’d made it here—it was such a dumb thing.
You wanted attention.
Jason wanted to finish reading his report.
And okay, you may have been a bit of a brat. But you didn’t understand how that got you spread out on your bed, at the mercy of Jason with a speculum.
“It’s too late to be sorry,” he chided softly, pressing the cool, unforgiving metal against your swollen lips, narrowly avoiding your small dick. He dipped it down again before pressing it in softly.
You keened but forced yourself to relax—it didn’t hurt, it was just uncomfortable. You kept as still and silent as possible. All up until Jason turned the speculum and began to push it open.
You whimpered, humiliation burning down your neck into your chest. You’d never felt so vulnerable and exposed, turned inside out and seen.
Jason didn’t ever bother, gliding two fingers in, rubbing your walls softly.
“I’m sorry,” you hiccuped. “I’m sorry, I-I won’t-”
Jason clicked his tongue but didn’t answer. Your heart clenched as you watched him stand and wipe his fingers on your ass. You were still wide open and exposed as he walked out of the room.
Leaving you.
Alone.
You called for him, near desperate, pleading all while listening to him rifle around the fridge like he was looking for dinner.
You almost sobbed in relief as he walked back into the bedroom but your breath got caught in your throat.
A peeled ginger root sat in his left hand.
“Ready?” he smirked.
You shook your head vigorously, “Wait, wait, wait, please, I’m-“
He didn’t care for your apologies and pleading. He slid the ginger in deep before collapsing the speculum and pulling it out.
It took a second for it to hit.
You moaned and squirmed, clenching down around the root which only made you struggle more.
Jason pressed his fingers into your burning cunt, his clean hand stroking your dick, all to watch you struggle and writhe.
“You know what happens when you misbehave,” Jason said as his fingers found the ginger deep inside your pussy. He tugged it a little before pushing it back in deeper, making you sob. “If only you didn’t insist.”
“Ja-son,” you hiccuped, as your back arched into his touch, rutting your cock against his hand. Your cunny struggled to push the root out of your tight canal but you couldn’t help it, clenching down over and over again.
“Next time you’ll wait,” he flicked the tip of your dick, making you yelp but nod eagerly. “Good.”
“Thank you,” you cried, “Thank you, thank-“
You cried out soundlessly as your orgasm crashed down over you, your cunny squirting as you milked the ginger root still nestled deep inside you, your swollen clit twitching in his grasp too as you soaked him.
He hummed softly as he watched you fall still but still shivering.
“That’s it,” he cooed softly, “Good boy.”
His thick fingers found the root again—and he pulled it out slowly, so slowly, letting it burn along its way out.
You didn’t breathe properly until it plopped out of your cunny and Jason’s gentle fingers were spreading your lips, exposing your puffy and abused cunt.
“We’ve learned our lesson now, haven’t we?”
You couldn’t even struggle or cover yourself as Jason pulled out his phone to capture your debauched figure.
“Ready to clean out that pussy?”
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I told you not to distract me while I was working. I warned you what would happen if you kept rubbing against my leg like a needy little pet, begging for attention. You chose to be a bad girl. So now you can entertain me instead.
Your boot-humping will be so much more fun once I peel your panties down, work this ginger paste all over your pussy, and tug them back up. There. Now you can get to work.
At first, it'll just be a low, tingling warmth. Give it a minute. Then the real heat will begin to bloom—a deep, searing intensity, until your whole needy cunt is on fire.
The more you grind, the deeper it burns. Stings right on your clit. Makes you a hot, throbbing mess. Makes you more and more desperate.
Come on. Put on a little show for me. I want to hear every single one of these pathetic little whimpers. Grind harder.
he’s controlling your bladder tonight, making you hold it for hours, legs spread wide open, hands not allowed to touch your crotch. you do a little dance in the kitchen and whine. he just pushes on your full bladder for a few seconds until going back to his meal. you can’t anymore and run to the bathroom to let it out. when you waddle back in, he watches silently with a slight smirk.
a few nights later, he comes into your bedroom with ginger root in hand, “you still have a punishment waiting for peeing without permission.”
you look up, scared. “i thought you’d let it slide, i really had to go and didn’t want to wet the floor.”
he comes over and strokes your thigh, “baby if i let it slide, i wouldn’t be doing my job. lay down and spread your legs for me”
you lay on your back and open your knees, allowing him to place a chunk of ginger, a notch carved out for your clit. it’s followed up by a few slices laid out in between the folds of your lips. it starts to burn only a couple minutes later. soon, your entire cunt is on fire.
“please it hurts so much” you beg.
“i know, i know. this is what happens to bad subs that piss without permission. you get your pussy punished.” he begins to rub the chunk against your clit, “you’re wet.”
“i’m sorry sir, im so sorry” you’re beginning to feel desperate as the burning sensation only increases. you feel yourself become more and more turned on.
he takes out his phone, sets a 10 minute timer, and goes back to rubbing your clit using the ginger. “you can come when it’s over”
your hips buck up and down, back arching in an attempt to keep still. rushes of pain and pleasure jolt your body. finally, the timer goes off; your body shakes with it as you come.
he quickly removes each chunk and replaces them with pieces of ice, moving one around your pussy.
“thank you sir. thank you, oh that feels so good,” you babble.
“what do you say?” he pushes one up your cunt and you shiver.
“thank you sir for caring for me, thank you for ensuring i am disciplined.”
“of course baby” he pets your head lightly, “let’s go get you in a warm bath”
"Dude, this shit cannot be real." Eren grunts out as he lays on his hands and knees on his musty dorm room bed. Although it being Eren, he's still a frat boy at heart, this man is musty. You sat behind him, his exposed rear facing you as you slowly shove the skinned ginger root slowly into his hole. It had all started as a dare from Jean and his girlfriend, after the whole blindfold incident..
"Shut up! We're getting 50 bucks so you better take it like a good boy." You snicker as you say those words, this whole situation was just one big joke taken too far. Not that Eren was complaining, he loved doing random shit.. Well maybe not THIS random, but it's not like he expected he was going to be on the receiving end.
"Hurry your ass up! Why does it fucking burn?" Eren yelps as he grips onto the bed sheets. A strange burning like sensation beginning to start as the ginger slowly enters deeper into his tight hole. Pursing your lips as you try to hold back your laughter as you begin to slide in the ginger just a bit faster, testing to see his reaction. But when he let out a groan of pleasure you were both equally surprised.
"Did you just moan?!" A sharp laugh coming from your mouth as you double over, this action causing the rest of the ginger root to shove violently into Eren's ass causing him to let out a strangled moan.
"Fuck!" He shouts before biting down on his lip, his eyes shutting tightly as he shoves him face into the pillow infront of him. His asshole burning at the new intrusion but also the ginger root, the feeling going straight to his dick as he begins to leak.
"I think I'm gonna fucking nut.." He ashamedly mutters, holding his hands over his head as he rolls his hips, seeing how the ginger feels inside of him. All you could was just watch as your boyfriend discovered something new about himself.
Soon enough you decide seeing your boyfriend desperately trying to get off was so pitiful so you help him out. Grabbing his already hard and leaking cock and stroking it, giving him the extra push before he climaxes all over the bedsheets and your hand with a slutty moan.
"I want my 50 bucks."
kind of a crackfic since i'm on time crunch and i CANNOT take figging seriously. peep my mention of my fic of jean im so cool guys right??? sorry this is so short but i gotta go study..
