#void.story

[corruptingvoid]

A Walk Through the Park

KINKS: CNC / Stalking

Written from the perspective of a dominant man.

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I enjoy going out after my dinners, just around sunset, to a park not far from my home.

Recently, each time I’ve gone, someone has caught my eye.

Sometimes she’s jogging, sometimes walking, and other times still she sits near the empty playground.

I began to keep my eye on her when I noticed her, but tonight… tonight was different.

As I walked along the path, I saw her, sitting on a bench adjusting her headphones and tapping her screen.

The sun was beginning to set, and in 30 minutes it would be dark.

I stopped short of her bench, at the one just before it, and lifted my foot to it, pretending to re-tie my shoes, my eyes on her. She was oblivious.

Still looking down at her screen, she stood and began to walk. Nearly tripping, she stopped, looked down, and checked he shoe, bending down.

As she did I noticed that which her sweater hid.

Tiny little shorts, barely enough to cover her, and snug to her skin.

As her braids fell beside her face, she brushed them away, straightening herself back up and beginning to walk.

She was headed along a path that was more wooded and winding, away from the pond. A path less used, especially at night, as many of the lights along the trail are often out, and the cover of the trees blocks the light during sunset, and blocks the moonlight more. And yet, on she walked.

With a glance around to ensure no one else was near, I began to follow. Cautious at first, but as I got a bit closer I realized I could hear something not native to the park faintly. Music. Her music.

She was listening so loudly she was deaf to the world around her.

She hadn’t looked back once, she simply strolled slowly, occasionally glancing up at the tree branches overhead.

Closer. Closer. Step by step, increasing my pace beyond hers.

One bend in the path.

Two.

The treeline thicker.

Some lamps by the side of the paved path flickered on as the sun continued to set, but many fizzled right back out.

Darker minute by minute.

Closer moment by moment.

And then…

She stopped.

I hesitated, very close now, as she turned her head to the right. A small path through the trees. Somehow she noticed it, and it interested her.

She slowly stepped towards it, a barely audible “hmm… maybe…” escaping her lips…

And then…

Onward she prevailed, between the trees.

By the time she stopped at a large tree, the sun had nearly fully set.

Darkness was encroaching, ebbing towards her.

She sat. Eyes closed. At the base of the tree, and bobbed her head to the audible beat coming from her headphones.

She began to mumble to herself.

About stupid things.

Things she hated.

Things that annoyed her.

That she wanted to forget about.

And then…

Eyes wide, heart racing, panting erratically.

My hand to her throat, a crooked smile plastered across my face.

I ripped away her headphones and greeted her.

“Well hello there. What’s a cute little thing doing all alone in the dark here?”

I leaned in close and whispered.

“She’s not here to get raped is she?”

She couldn’t speak, not with my hand gripping her.

Which means she couldn’t scream.

Within moments she was on the ground, in dirt and leaves, her sweater pulled up, part of it forced in her mouth, her breasts out for me to fondle, to grope, to smack.

She whimpered, writhed.

She tried to fight, tried to scream.

I wouldn’t let her.

I told her all about how I followed her, when I first saw her, each time she caught my eye without knowing.

She began to cry and I whispered with a grunt, “now now, it’s okay, you’re daddy’s little rapesleeve now.”

Tears ran down her cheeks, dampening the soil as I ripped down her tiny shorts before flipping her over and spanking her.

One

Two

Three

…

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

…

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

“Good girl” I grunted, turning her back.

Her face was bright red as she cried helplessly.

I held nothing back.

First, her cunt.

It was drenched, and I mocked her for it rightfully. “Only a dumb whore would get so wet from being raped.” I scoffed.

I rubbed.

I fingered.

I fucked.

Pounding over and over. She fought, she failed.

Pumping cum once.

Pumping cum twice.

She tried to scream but I gripped her throat tighter.

Next, her ass.

Using her cunt juices and my cum as lube, I forced myself inside without hesitation.

She screamed into her sweater, which I now held into her mouth as a gag again.

“Wrong hole” I jested, pounding rougher than I did her cunt.

“Maybe it’s the only right hole, doesn’t it feel so good, dumb whore.”

I forced her head into a nodding motion with a laugh.

Once.

Twice.

I was running out of stamina and pulled my cock from her, my seed spilling out as she pushed.

With my hand I scooped it and fingered it back into each hole while I rejuvenated.

And then, after a short break for my cock…

I pulled her to her knees, freed her mouth, and began to brutally skull fuck her.

No holding back.

Drool dripping down her sweater, eyes blurred with tears, glazed over.

No more moans or scream, only the slurping gagging sounds of her mindless motion as I pulled and pushed, thrusting into her with all my force. Her braids in my hands for leverage. By the end, they were no longer braided.

It took a long time before I could finally cum again, I was exhausted by the time I could. But I held myself there, cock in the back of her throat, pulsing as it pumped seed into her.

I pulled from her and threw her down. She was barely conscious now.

I gripped her chin, forcing her eyes to mine.

“You’re my personal cunt, understood?”

I forced her to nod.

“You’re going to move in with me and I’m going to make you a nice little rape room in my basement to live in.”

I made her nod again.

“You’re going to tell all your friends you met the love of your life, and he treats you like a goddess, even though you’re nothing but a cock puppet to me.”

Nodding forced once more.

“Now say thank you.”

She coughed and spit up cum.

I slapped her hard across the face.

“Say it, cunt.”

She barely muttered the words.

“Good girl. Now tell me you love me.”

She fought it, I smacked her harder.

“Tell daddy you love him and need him to break you more.”

She barely got the words out.

“Good whore, now let’s get you to your new home.”

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[corruptingvoid]

Little Red’s Dripping Journey

KINKS: CNC / Stalking

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In the silence of the night, dear little Rachael dreamed. Perhaps it was of fantasy, perhaps a twist of experience, perhaps something entirely different, but she dreamed on and on…

…

In a time long past, another world perhaps, resided a friendly little red-haired woman who caught the eye of all who looked her way. She was adored by many, but coveted by her caretaker, who would give anything to keep her safe, but sometimes paths can wander. Everywhere she went, this sweet, innocent red-head would don her cut-off scarlet leather jacket, an eye-catching accessory that made her shine out clear as day in any crowd. For this reason, many began calling her “little red biker girl,” though everyone knew she’d never ridden a motorcycle in her life.

As time passed, a day soon came when her caretaker placed a hand on her shoulder, saying “My sweet little Red, be a doll and take this care package to your friend across town, won’t you? I know she hasn’t been feeling well since her breakup, so spend some time with her, help her feel better.” And with that, he handed Red a small backpack, filled with a variety of treats, drinks, and other little goodies. “Oh, and do keep to the path should you cut through the park. I know you love to adventure, but it will be much more difficult to cross the creek without the bridge.”

And with that, Red was off. Down the road. Cross the busy avenue. And into the park.

As Red walked, she could feel the glances of everyone she passed. Eventually, as she passed by a park bench, she could hear a voice chiming through the music that her headphones had been pumping straight into her ears. “Hey now, long time no see, little red biker girl. It’s not often you’re out on your own.” She stopped and looked over, her eyes finding a man sat on the bench, hand in a gentle fist against his chin, eyes glaring up and down her outfit. Almost immediately she recognized him, a resident of the area who often spent his weekends relaxing in the sunny beams that flooded the park’s path. “Oh hey, Mr. Wulver! Sorry, but I can’t really talk, I need to get this over to my friend!” She bounced her bag playfully and smiled to him. “Is that so? And what’s in that cute backpack of yours, little Red?” the man inquired, an eyebrow raised. She stepped to the bench, sat down and unzipped the bag, showing him the multitude of treats stowed away under canvas protection. “Your friend wouldn’t happen to live to the South-East of the park, would she?” Mr. Wulver asked, placing his arm on the back of the bench, behind Red. “She does. The apartment complex just a block away, why?” Red tilted her head, confused as to why that mattered. “Ah… Well, you see, the Eastern entrance is closed right now, they’re repairing the arch over the gate, but some kids recently busted the fence just South of it. It’d be fastest to cut off the path and squeeze through the opening they’ve made.” His hand gestured in the general direction he spoke up, pointing between the thicker trees and brush. Red looked in the direction of his gesture, and he dropped something small in her bag. “Oh… that’s really good to know. Thank you so much, sir!” Red leaped up, and was off again, straying off the path, between the trees, and through the brush.

As she approached the creek, she remembered what her caretaker had said about the difficulty she’d have in crossing it. She glanced around and saw a fallen tree, a bridge gifted by nature, and just through the trees beyond, she could see the iron of the fence, her destination. Carefully, one step at a time, Red slowly crossed the flowing water of the creek. It may not be deep, but the last thing she wants is to get her tights and shoes all wet and muddy! Just as she reached the other end, she slipped, but instead of falling in the mud, she found herself gripped, pulled up to her feet before she’d landed. And there stood a masked man, eyes fixed on her, burning like a wolf seeking a meal.

“Th…thank you…” she stuttered, her heartbeat speeding up. “I really need to go to…” Before she finished her thought, she found the man’s hand on her throat, eyes piercing into her own as his other hand gripped her ass under her skirt. With not a word, the man groped her. Hands gripping tight. Pressing against her soft skin. Fingers pushing against her panties, pushing into her holes through the fabric as she gasped under his grip. She writhed, she clenched, she whimpered… And then… He let go.

Red’s heart was racing as the man who had been molesting her mere moments ago simply turned around and walked away, past the trees and out of sight. She collected her thoughts, adjusted her outfit, fixed her panties, feeling how damp they were, and scurried off towards the fence. “Just… get there and I can hang out with her, that’s all…” Red whispered to herself as she approached the bent iron bars before squeezing through the gap.

As Red entered the apartments, she rang the bell for her friend’s unit. The system rang. Picked up. A gentle voice answered with a soft, almost whimpering “Y…yes?” “It’s me, Jess! I’ve got a gift for you, can you let me in?” Red giggled and wiggled, excitedly pulling the straps of her bag, even though her friend could not see. Without a word, the call ended, the door unlatched, and Red hurried to the elevator.

As Red came upon her friend’s door, she noticed it was held ajar by a doorstop. “She must have propped it open for me, how nice.” Red thought to herself. In she stepped. Lights off. Curtains shut. Silence.

“Jess? You here?” No answer. “Honey? You ok?” A shuffling sound, a slight whimper. Red stepped further in, the door closing shut behind her. She flipped the light-switch, and was immediately gripped from behind.

Before her was Jess, bound snugly to one of her dining chairs. Pantyhose torn. Cum dripping from her cunt. A giddy look on her face as she drooled through a makeshift gag of her own panties.

Red felt a familiar hand on her throat, then heard a familiar voice in her ear. “What a tight little hole your friend has. So wet and snug for pumping full of cum.” Red writhed and broke free, turning around to find the masked man from before. “And what beautiful moans she whimpered, pleading for more, isn’t that right, Jess?” Jess whimpered and nodded. Red grabbed the man’s mask and pulled. Mr. Wulver. “Now, now, Jess said you’d make a perfect treat. She was begging me to make you her drippy little whore sister, if I recall.” He gripped her tight, tighter than by the creek, and forced his knee between her legs.

Red looked into his eyes, seeing only the burning desire from before, now tenfold. She saw only a wolf, drooling with hunger. He saw only a meek little sheep, ripe for consumption.

Red heard tearing fabric. Red felt herself being pinned to the wall. Red whimpered and gasped as she was stretched around throbbing cock.

Thrust after thrust. She looked aside to see Jess humping in her chair, happy as could be.

Pounding deep inside her dripping cunt. Red gripped the man who was taking her, body pulsing, nearly convulsing, as she was thrown into an orgasm. And moments later, she felt herself being pumped full.

Laying in bed… Red and Jess, side by side. Jess kissed her. Fingered her. Comforted her. And Mr. Wulver took her. Flooded her. Stretched her. Her mouth was next. Then her tight little ass. She was used, thoroughly broken, laying limp, dripping with seed as she caught her breath.

And then, the door opened, and in came her caretaker. He shook his head, looked to Wulver and said “A deal is a deal.” Red was confused, head spinning, as her caretaker leaned over her, kissed her gently and whispered “I’ve wanted this for so long.” He gripped her hair, sat her upright, and pressed his cock deep inside of Jess, gripping Red’s throat and kissing her again before continuing. “Old’ Wulver here made Jess his whore, just like you’re mine. So we arranged a little joint session of sorts.” He laughed, Jess moaned, and Red looked at her caretaker, her lover, longingly, knowing this would be the first of many experiences between the four of them.

The sun rose, and Rachael awoke. Panties soaked through, humping her blanket as she had slept. She immediately picked up her phone and called her friend. “Jess… I had the dream again… can you please come over with that wolf of yours today…”

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[corruptingvoid]

The Submissive Conversion of the Camping Trio

KINKS: Corruption \ Exhibition \ Free Use \ Gangbang \ Rape

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Sometimes the best way to beat the summer heat is a simple trip to a lake in the mountains, camping with friends. It is for this very reason that, as mid-summer brought intense rays, a group of three planned their weekend getaway.

From the blazing inferno of the concrete jungle, three young girls packed up the car. Tent? Check. Cooler? Check. Cookware? Check. Water, clothes, swimsuits and toiletries? Check, check, check and check.

A short couple hours away awaited the relaxing bliss of the mountain breeze, fresh forest air and a late the cool down in. The music was blaring, and the trio was on their way.

At the campground gate, they all climbed out, stretching their arms and legs while giggling about if they should jump in the lake before setting up camp. “Come on, you two KNOW that we’ll never get our shit ready before it’s dark if we go swimming first!” Maria said with an roll of her eyes. “Oh, pull that stick out of your ass, Mar-mar, we’re here for a fun weekend, who cares?!” Jenny replied. “Will you two just cool it while I check in? Once we’re at our campsite, THEN we can get our swimsuits on and do whatever the hell we want.” Amy said, shutting down the argument before it grew. Maria simply huffed and climbed back in the car as Amy spoke with the park ranger. “Alright, we’re all set. Let’s get camping!” She said, closing the driver door as the gate lifted.

The engine cut out sharply, a trio of doors opening, followed by the trunk. Maria and Amy began to unload all that they could while Jenny grabbed the drink cooler and cracked open a vodka-seltzer. “Jenny! Just help us unload at least, won’t you?” Maria blurted without thought. “Hey, hey! I’m just thirsty, girl. I’m helping, I’m helping.” She replied, grabbing a duffle bag and throwing it on the picnic table.

As the last of their things was unloaded, Maria began to unpack the tent, waving her hand as she called out “Hey Amy, can you help me get this up?” “That’s what he said!” Jenny giggled, “But Amy’s in the bathroom.” Maria turned around and found Jenny half-naked, changing into a bikini in broad daylight. “JEN!” She squealed in surprise, “There’s other camp grounds here, we aren’t alone you know!” She whispered loudly through her teeth. “That’s what Amy said, but I don’t see anyone, so whatever. She wanted to use the bathroom, I don’t give a fuck. We’re off to the lake, come on!” But Maria only shook her head and shooed Jenny away, returning to campsite prep.

“I wonder what’s taking her… it’s just a silly little tent… maybe we should have helped her.” “Don’t be silly, Amy. Just because Mar-mar’s a tight-assed doesn’t mean she’s right. She should be here enjoying herself with us. That shit can wait.” Amy turned her head hesitantly, looking towards the campsite, but countless trees stood between their site and the lake’s edge. She sighed and turned back towards the water, opening her mouth to speak again, but not saying a word. Jenny was no longer next to her, instead she was running down the sandy sediment towards the water… the water where, not too deep in, a group of guys were throwing a ball around. Amy shook her head and whispered to herself “She’s acting like a bimbo… why is she so desperate all the time…” And with that, she took her leave, off to resolve her regrets, off to help her friend back at the campsite.

“Amy, if that’s you, Jenny already went to the lake. You’d think she’s allergic to getting anything done. I’m almost done getting the tent up, but could you help me with the slee-” As Maria turned she found a sleeping bag thrown into her arms, blocking her sight. “O…kay… efficient. I get it, you want to go to the lake too.” She said, throwing the bag into the tent and turning around again. As she spun, a hand met her cheek. “Y…you’re not…” “Not Amy?” A deep voice chuckled. “Not even close. She your girlfriend, doll?” Maria was frozen for a moment, then pushed the man away best she could. “I’m not your doll, and my dating status and preferences aren’t important to you, creep!” “Whoa now, no need to be so harsh. I was just trying to offer some help, I didn’t realize I was coming off like that… Sorry… uh… sorry lady? I don’t know your name so I can’t really apologize proper, can I?” “It… fine, it’s fine, just… please leave.” Maria’s arms were crossed, unsure what to think. “Alright, well… listen, I’m really sorry I came on so hard. I’m just a few sites down, but my friends went to the lake while I set up. It looked like the same happened here, so I… yea… you said go, so I’m out. Bye.” And with that, the man turned and walked away. “Maria. It’s Maria.” She said quietly. The man paused and turned, giving a little wave and smiling as he said “Well I’m sorry, Maria. I’m Tom, by the way.”

“Hey Mar… I’m so… Mar?” Amy searched the car, the tent, she found no one at their site. She walked around calling out before she heard a familiar giggle. As Amy approached a nearby campsite, she found Maria sat next to a man, chugging from cans as they laughed together. “And this bitch says I have a stick up my ass? Sometimes I think all she wants is someone’s stick up hers!” Maria jested, clearly about Jenny, before taking another sip. “MAR! God I had no idea where you were!” Amy squeaked with excitement. “And who’s this?” “Oh hey! This is Tom, he came by to help me finish setting up earlier. Come grab a drink and chat!”

Some time passed as the three gossiped and giggled, and as the sun began to set, Tom stood up and started the fire at his campsite. “Why don’t you girls join us for dinner tonight?” He asked. Before they could answer, a yell caught everyone’s attention. “HEYYYYYYYYY!” It was Jenny, walking up the path with her arms around two men, one to each side.

All six were now at one site, and as the men were prepping food and whispering to each other, the girls were huddled by the fire. “Ho-ly fuck, like… those two… I mean… I think I’m still stretched.” Jenny was biting her lip between each word. “You seriously fucked them both?” Maria asked, surprised. “Welllll… I did kind of interrupt their game. They needed to… punish me” Jenny giggled. “And god how good it was.” “D..did they…” Amy kept glancing between Jenny’s legs, hinting at something. Jenny slipped her hand in her bikini, pulled her fingers out and licked them, then repeated and stuffed them between Amy’s lips. “Their cum tastes so good, doesn’t it Amy. You should have stayed. I told them how dumb and drippy you get.” Amy whimpered, legs shaking, no words escaping her lips. Maria smacked Jenny “Hey! Cut it out. I don’t want some stranger fucking Amy. You can act like a whore all you want, but Amy’s a good girl.” “Yea, your good girl.” Jenny rolled her eyes. “I can hear her every time he use that strap on her, you know. But come on, let her have some fun. You should too!” “Alright girls, foods up!” Tom said, acting like he and the others hadn’t watched, and overheard, everything.

As they ate, Tom asked Maria to step aside and chat for a moment. “Listen, I uh… may have overheard everything earlier… I just want to make sure things are still cool… like, if you’re not comfortable with my friends, I get it… they did kind of… y'know…” “Rape my friends cunt and ass until she was seeping with cum? Yea, I know, she literally begged them to…” Maria shook her head. “But I don’t control Jenny, she’s… a wild spirit… Amy on the other hand…” “Is submissive and gets attached?” Tom replied, hand on Maria’s shoulder. “Yea… I just don’t want her getting hurt… at least… emotionally…” Maria tried to make a joke, but it didn’t feel natural coming out of her lips. “Listen… we should get back before Joe starts something else with Jen…” Tom motioned towards the campsite and the two returned, only to find Jenny under the table, lips around Joe’s cock, hand on Keith’s. “Are you serious…” Maria and Tom said in-sync. Amy was just kicking her legs and eating her meal, giggling innocently before turning to Maria. “Their cum was pretty tasty… at least when it came from Jenny’s cunt.” She giggled again, hand between her legs.

As the night went on, the two groups sat around the fire. Jenny was in Keith’s lap, wiggling, likely cockwarming him playfully as far as everything thought. Amy was sat at Maria’s side, holding her hand as she watched Joe making s'mores. And Tom and Maria were chatting, ignoring the occasional moan from Jenny and Keith. But come 11, the ranger swung by for lights-out, and the group disbanded for the evening.

Around 2 AM, Maria awoke. Amy was out cold, but Jenny was nowhere to be found. She stepped quietly from the tent to see where her friend was, and quickly found Jenny squatting down to pee. “You know there’s a bathroom right down the road… why are you…” Jenny was quick to reply, clearly still drunk, “Oh hey Mar-mar. What, you want a taste? Get a cup, haha.” She stumbled as she stood up, not even finished. Maria had to pull her panties up and guide her back to the tent, shaking her head once more. “At least you left the tent… I swear… you’re hopeless.” “Just because I like cock doesn’t mean I’m hopeless!” She said louder than she should have, “It just means I’m a slut, and so what if I am?” “Just come to bed already…”

Around 3 AM, Maria awoke again to a tearing sound. “Bear?!” Was her immediate thought as she tried to jump from her sleeping bag to get the others. But before she was even on her feet, she felt a hand on her throat, pulling her out of a large cut in their tent.

The trees hid the moonlight well, but even in this dark, Maria, Jenny and Amy could see each other’s eyes glistening. They were all three forced down to their chins in the dirt in a circle, made to look at each other. Jenny and Amy were gagged, but Maria hadn’t been yet. She tried to call out, but the moment she parted her lips, she found something stuffed between them. “Don’t be so afraid, Maria. You’re safe with me.” Tom’s voice was a low whisper, but to her, it sounded as if it was screaming through the mountains…

To escape the boiling heat of the city, three friends took a weekend to themselves, up in the mountains, secluded in the woods, a mere walk from the lake. And as they drove, they devised a game for the weekend. There were five goals, and the first to achieve all five was the winner. 1. Get a girl’s number. 2. Get someone else to do any taboo or disgusting act. 3. Fuck someone without protection. 4. Give someone a memory they say they’ll never forget. 5. Get someone to ask to come home with them, but without asking them about it first.

Tom thought he’d have it easy, finding a sweet girl left all alone to get her campsite set up… But when Joe and Keith came back and already had the first three, possibly four goals complete with one girl… well that’s when he knew he had to get competitive. He knew the others wouldn’t break the rules, and he could tell Jenny wasn’t the type of girl to get clingy like that. Once he knew Maria was protective of Amy, he knew exactly what he needed to do.

He pulled out the phones of all three girls, using their fingers to unlock each one, entering them as contacts, taking pictures of their gagged faces to use before saving. Then he entered his number in all three phones, and tossed them back in the cut tent. Goal 1 complete.

Tom gripped Maria’s hair and pulled her up. As the wind blew, the moon’s light shone down upon her. The other girls watched as Tom threw her to her back, ripped off her panties, and forced himself inside her cunt. She was wet. He couldn’t help but smile and lean in, grunting “I knew you wanted me. I saw it in your eyes right from the start.” One thrust. Two thrust. Three. Four. Again and again, his speed increased, his force amplified until he pressed deep and held still, throbbing. Goal 3 complete.

Maria found her self sat, leaning against the tire of her car, legs spread as Tom pulled Amy over to her. “Eat.” He said, pulling the gag from her mouth. “You’re a good little submissive doll. So eat all that delicious cum from Mar-mar’s pretty little slit.” Crying, Amy obeyed. Tom stood and watched, wondering if this counted for goal 2 or not, when suddenly, he felt someone brushing against him. Jenny managed to stand up, hands bound behind her back still, lips held apart by her own bikini bottoms. He pulled the fabric from her drooling lips, asking what she wanted and why she was standing. She only giggled, “They’ve needed this for years, buddy. Please don’t leave me out though? I haven’t gotten to taste your cum yet.” He shook his head, smacked Jenny across the face and forced her to her knees, fucking her lips while he talked to himself about how stupid this all felt… doing this in the dead of night where his friends couldn’t see him beating them at their own game.

“Hey Jenny. You know what?” He said as Jenny used her finger to clean the cum around her lips. “Hmmmm, what, sir?” She giggled. Tom looked at Maria, who was crying, crushed by what had occurred, watching someone she genuinely wanted to date face fuck her friend after breeding her the way he did… He looked at Amy, head still between her friend’s legs, eating away, not stopping because she hadn’t been told to. “Be a good little whore and piss on them.” Jenny laughed, and without a second thought, she obliged, saying, “You know, Joe told me about your game. I liked how they played, but I LOVE how you play.” Goal 2 complete. Jenny then pulled the gag from Maria’s lips and asked her, “Hey, you’re going to remember tonight forever, aren’t you? We all are.” Maria nodded and whimpered “I can never forget…” Goal 4 complete… “You’re welcome, by the way!” Jenny said, kissing Tom on the cheek before skipping towards his campsite.

It was nearly 4AM as Jenny skipped back, Joe and Keith in tow, rubbing their eyes. “Holy shit dude. I knew you were competitive but like… holy shit.” One of them said as the moonlight shifted. By now, Tom had let go completely. He needed to to not feel regret. Maria was bound in her camp chair, cum leaking from her cunt and ass. Amy was bound at her feet, lips dripping with seed. Neither was gagged. Neither spoke up. Both looked used… broken…

“So… what’s the fifth goal, guys? C'mon, I want to see how messed up this game gets!” Jenny exclaimed, not a clue that the final goal, the one they were all competing for the win based on, was honestly so simple… “The thing is, if we tell you, then you can’t be a part of the win.” Keith said, scratching his head. But Tom pulled her in close, gripped her ass as he told the others she’d never be the win anyway, then whispered to her, “Whoever gets someone to ask for him to take her back home wins.” “Ohhhhh, I see.” Jenny giggled, “that’s not something I would have asked, but maybe I wouldn’t say n-” Joe pulled Jenny back against him with a growl “Well, I don’t give a fuck if I lose, I’m keeping her.” Jenny giggled again and kissed him “Yes master, this little whore is all yours!”

Tom and Keith stepped towards Amy and Maria. “How we gonna do this?” Keith asked. “I’ll take Maria. You get Amy.” Tom replied. “Don’t hold back!” Jenny cheered.

The sound of an electric motor came whirling closer as the ranger pulled near in a golf-cart. His flashlight cast luminous clarity upon the ground as he stepped out and towards the group. “Got some noise complaints, girls, c'mon, it’s like 4:30 AM, git back to sleep, will ya?” “I’m so sorry, officer… ranger… uh… your highness?” Jenny wiggled in front of the light. “We uh… y'see… we… kind of got carried away.” She ran her fingers across her body. “We’re just a couple of really, really horny little lesbians… we can’t help ourselves sometimes. Please don’t punish us sir? We’ve gotten our warning, we’ll go to bed like good girls.” The ranger was completely dumbfounded at the response, “J…j…just… git to sleep alright? One more complaint and I kick y'all out, okay miss?” “Yes sir. We’ll be quiet. Promise.” And Jenny waved the ranger off with the blow of a kiss. “Damn… you could get out of a life sentence if you wanted to, couldn’t you?” Joe laughed quietly. Jenny grabbed his cock and whispered “I’d never. Not if you’re the warden.”

When sun rose, Tom and Keith were each sat in their camp chairs, barely awake. Joe had gotten the first going and Jenny was helping get breakfast ready.

Of the two girls, Amy was the first to awake. She found herself sore, with a strange taste in her mouth. She reeked of piss and could feel that a can had been forced in her ass and was left there. “Well good morning, cutie!” Jenny said. “C'mere, we’ve got a lot to talk about. You were such a good little girl last night.” “What about Mar-mar… what happened…” Amy stammered. “Don’t worry about her, just let her get her rest, ok?”

An hour later, Maria came to. She was in her sleeping bag, but she hurt. As she climbed out, she saw bruises covering her body. Looking around, she didn’t recognize the tent one bit. As she stepped out, her friends took her hands and helped her out, handing her food and juice.

For over an hour, Maria was told all about the events of the evening. An explanation of every bruise. Every sensation. Her head was spinning, the conversation went slow, she touched each spot on her body as she was told of the actions taken upon her. She cried hearing it all started as a game, but as she learned more, her tears became laughter through Jenny’s humor. And as she laughed, she felt some warm fluids seep from her holes, soaking into her… well, Jenny’s… panties.

At the end of it all, Tom placed a hand on her shoulder, leaning in as he whispered. “Look at their smiles. I promised I wouldn’t hurt them.” Maria looked down before looking Tom in the eyes and saying “Do you even know what city where we’re from… Would we ever even see you again… or are we all just some strangers?” Tom told her where they came from, told them Jenny revealed where the trio of girls lived… a simple 5 minute walk away… Then he just looked Maria in the eyes and waited. Her eyes darted around rapidly, seeking more answers without a word… And then… “Take us with you… and don’t let go…”

By weekend’s end, two cars left the campgrounds. Maria keeping close behind Tom. The girls gossiped about their new boyfriends and the dynamics they hoped for. The guys chat was focused on how competitive and fucked up Tom truly is, and talking about how unfair it was that he won their game. As Maria parked next to Tom, she couldn’t help but wonder… what was the reward for winning anyway? Before she thought too deeply, Amy’s voice chimed through the silence, “Hey Jenny… you already knew those guys, didn’t you?”

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[corruptingvoid]

The Pool at Summer’s End

KINKS: CNC / Exhibitionism / “Good girls make more good girls”

Written from the perspective of a submissive woman.

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Summer may be coming to an end, but that doesn’t mean you can’t wish for one last fun little evening at a quiet pool to finish off the season. So that’s what I chose to do. I dug through my swimsuits and found one that was just right for lounging and light swimming in what’s left of the summer heat. I got myself changed, tossed on a loose tee and tight shorts over my swimsuit, and headed out.

The pool was surprisingly quiet, with most guests grouped up chatting in one corner or another, or just relaxing on their deck chairs. I found myself a place to put down my bag, and began to take off my coverings. As I pulled my shirt over my head, I noticed someone’s gaze on me, watching. So I teased him. I turned around, and stuck my ass out as I pulled down the shorts, wiggling my hips a little. No harm in a little teasing, after all… at least I thought.

The water was colder than I expected, it always is, but I lowered myself in without hesitation and gently swam to a nice spot against one of the walls, with no one near. Leaning back, kicking my legs, I closed my eyes and sighed, just enjoying the moment. And that’s when it began. An arm swooping around my back, another body pressing side-to-side with mine. I opened my eyes, body frozen like a deer in the headlights. It was the man who watched me, who I teased as I took my shorts off. He was looking at me with a bright smile as his fingers gripped into my hips. “You know, it’s not safe to go flirting with your body like that when you don’t know a thing about the one watching you.” His voice calmly explained. I was awestruck, still barely able to move, blinking rapidly as I attempted to speak. I stammered, my words and thoughts incoherent as I attempted to push him away, but he only gripped tighter. “What? You have a ‘look but don’t touch’ policy, hmm?” He jested, keeping me tight against him. He lifted his free hand and gripped my chin in an almost elegant motion. My heart was racing, blood rushing, I felt almost light-headed as he gently turned my head, making me look into his eyes. “What’s wrong? A pretty little doll like you can’t speak?” he laughed gently, an eyebrow raised. “That’s quite alright of course. A doll doesn’t need words, doesn’t need thoughts.” His grip on my chin changed, less elegant and more empowered. “A doll just needs what she’s told. Isn’t that right?” I pulled my head away, struggling with my body, finally able to speak. “I’m not a doll, jackass, now get y-.” Cut off. The hand once on my hip now covered my open mouth, my tongue could taste the chlorinated water on it, and I winced at the flavour. As for his hand that had my chin before, I found now that he forced it between my legs, his arm against my stomach, pulling me tight to him. I could feel my back to his chest… I could feel his breath in my ear… I could feel his fingers pulling me closer, pressing between my legs… I could feel his pulse between my cheeks.

Why was no one stopping him, there were others around, why is he getting away with this? I squirmed as I looked. Everyone in their chairs, lounged back paying no attention. Only one group of girls off in the far end of the pool, looking, staring, watching, whispering. I wanted to call out to them, but I knew he could just pull me under if I made too much noise. I wanted to… His fingers… my swimsuit as pulled aside, his fingers were inside me. I couldn’t help but moan. “I can feel how slick you are, even in all this water.” He said with a smirk. “So pathetic and desperate, no wonder you couldn’t help but shake your cute little ass at me, you need me.” My vision blurred, my pulse calmed, I accepted slowly… I melted against him, without even realizing, my hips bucking to his motions. I… I did, I did want this, when I saw him watching me, I wanted him to use me, that’s why I teased him. I did. I do. He…

One of the girls from the far end finally swam over. Freedom? But… I don’t want freedom. I could hear her voice, it was shy, was she talking to me, or to… Him. “M…my friends have been watching you.” Is she going to call him out for this? “And…and talking about it…” Don’t make him stop, please… I need this. “Why her?” My heart nearly stopped, his fingers clenched inside of me. “Why… why not me?” My eyes went wide. She was stood there in the water, clearly wiggling back and forth eagerly. She… she wanted what I deserve? This is mine, I earned this for teasing him, not you! I wanted to tell her, but I dared not speak. Then… His voice again. “If you’re so desperate, prove you deserve to be in her position.” His hand moved from my mouth, grabbing my chin roughly. “She’s a pathetic toy, can you do better?” He inquired as tears dripped down my cheeks.

I finally spoke. “N…no. No, I deserve you, not her!” I said louder than I intended. He slipped his fingers out of my aching cunt and pushed me towards the other girl. “It seems you two have a little rivalry, now doesn’t it?” He laughed. “Go on, prove why you’re the dumb little rapedoll I should claim.” He said, addressing us both. “Degrade yourselves, demean yourselves, prove your worth as whores.” He was laughing. I glared at the girl next to me, she was glaring right back. I would win. I needed to win.

I grabbed her and kissed her. I needed him to see I’d do anything. I pulled her bikini bottoms down and began fingering her. I needed him to know I’d be his pretty little doll. She moaned into my mouth, humping against my fingers eagerly, her hands on my face. She pulled her mouth away, smiling, and licked my cheek before saying in a moaning voice “More, I’m desperate, please.” I was only proving HER worth to him, not mine! How could I be such a fool! I pulled my hand away and hesitated, looking back and forth between him and her. Why was I doing this… why was I here…

My thoughts didn’t matter, the girl’s hand was soon around me, under my swimsuit, spreading my ass. I gasped as her fingertip circled before she pressed in. Her head next to mine I heard her whisper, “Why don’t we show him we’re just a couple dumb sluts who want each-other more than we want him?” I asked why. “He’ll NEED to use us both if we do.” She giggled in response.

And so… I embraced her. And we gave him a show… him, and the girl’s two friends who were still watching. Was anyone else even at the pool anymore? It didn’t matter, no one else mattered, nothing else, just… us. Bucking, moaning, kissing. We smacked each-other, choked each-other… She went underwater and began eating me out. I pissed against her in return… she gripped my throat tight for that. I pulled her towards him, pressing her chest to his and put my hand around her throat. “Tell him I’m the better whore” I grunted. Instead she said “Please rape me,” with puppy-dog eyes. I spun her back to face me and…

He stopped us. Why? Did I go too far? He pulled each of us to his sides, me on his right, her on his left. His hands were on our breasts and he sighed. “You two…” he began, “are adorable.” “So pathetic and desperate.” We nodded in agreement. “'Please rape me’,” he laughed, looking at her. “You both win, little miss Rapesleeve over here on my left, and the pathetic Fuckdoll to my right.”

So… what happened next? What happened next doesn’t matter much, now does it? We both won… he took us both to the showers, he made us watch as he pumped his seed into the other. He took both our phones and made us take a lewd picture together, making it both of our backgrounds. He put his number in both our phones as “Master,” he never even said his name. And he left, as we dripped with cum, sat together, our swimsuits tossed aside. He claimed us… made us his… so it doesn’t really matter what happened after…

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[corruptingvoid]

A Schoolgirl’s Discipline

KINKS: CNC / Schoolgirl

Written in the narrator's perspective.

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At times, a student can’t help but feel attraction towards her teacher. At times, a teacher can’t help but feel attraction towards his student.

As is often the case for a catholic school, strict dress codes are in place. And this school is no different. The teachers are mandated to wear what borders on classifying as a suit. The male students must wear khaki or grey slacks with a light blue or stark white button up, a tie with school colors, and a blazer, the color of which denotes their year. The female students must wear a knee length pleated skirt, with subtle plaid patterning, black or navy stockings or pantyhose, a stark white blouse, a small pussy bow tie with school colors, and a blazer, the color of which denotes their year. Of course, students constantly push these mandates. Un-tucked shirts, shorter skirts, undone ties, the list goes on. But all that is mere pretext to the story that follows.

A time came where one math teacher couldn’t help but notice one of his students. Her grades slipped more and more throughout the year, she would turn to gossip with the girl behind her more frequently… When he looked to her file, he found that she had received detention three times now for dress code violations. On the first, her skirt was barely halfway down her thighs, not to her knees. On the second, she was wearing white knee-high socks rather than the mandated stockings or pantyhose. And on the third, she had been wearing fishnets, and had her skirt shorter than her first infraction. It was time he aided her, she used to be such a good student, and he felt it his responsibility to make her the best student.

And so, she received a slip during class calling for her to meet him in his classroom after school. He could only hope she would obey the command, but he could guarantee nothing.

The bells rang, signifying the school-day’s end. Minutes passed. Five, ten, fifteen. And then… a knock. In she came, dropping her bag as she asked why she was summoned. “Take a seat, dear. I find that when dumb little… er… rather, when failing students are in need of much assistance, a special form of tutoring helps make the subject stick in their little minds.” Her brow raised, “What do you mean?” “You’ll soon understand, little student of mine.” He calmly stated as he unlocked and opened his desk drawer, pulling four items from it. He stepped around her seat, items held behind his back so she could not see them. “Your grades have been suffering more than any student I’ve ever had, you’ve gone from my star student to bordering on flunking… and in order to pass…” She gulped, body tense. “In order to pass, special tutoring is required.” As these words escaped his lips, he swiftly swung his hands over her head. The first item was in place, against her lips, a ball gag. A tear dripped down her cheek as she attempted to speak against his actions, but the gag prevented anything more than muffled sounds to escape. “You’re clearly too dumb to learn through traditional means,” he held the second item in front of her eyes, a metal plug, jewelled on the end. Up he lifted her, from the seat, and over he bent her, leaning on his desk as he flipped her skirt up. Her panties were damp as he pulled them aside, and with a little of his spit for lube, and a near-screaming moan from her, *POP*, the plug was in. “Step two is said and done, you’re well on your way to being a perfect little schoolgirl finally.” Without showing off the third item, he pressed it to her dripping hole and forced it in, covering it with her panties and sitting her back down. Her eyes were damp with tears, filled with emotions she didn’t understand. He dangled a small purple key-chain in front of her, grabbed it firmly and then… *BUZZ* From inside her, the third item was a vibrator, the fourth was its remote.

And so the tutoring continued. The vibrator buzzing up and down over and over as she squirmed helplessly. Her teacher writing math equations on the board while explaining why she’ll never need them, why good little whores don’t need thoughts at all.

Then suddenly, a figure could be heard beyond the door, visible as a silhouette through the frosted window. The vibrator turned down. “Quiet little student of mine, and give me just a moment.” He stepped outside and called the figure back. She could hear him speaking to one of her classmates. “I know you’re passing, but your grades could improve. I only have study material for one at the moment, but if you’d like to join, I’m sure she can share.” All she could think was “What is he doing… focusing on her… when I’m right here…” “Ah, a shame, well hurry home and be safe.” He stepped back in. “Looks like it’s just you and me, little one.” He watched her body pulse as she felt an orgasm come over her, the vibe turning up higher, higher, higher still.

And so tutoring continued until sunset. The buses left, the clubs ended, and there she sat, shaking, dripping, moaning mindlessly before her teacher. “It’s time we get you home, isn’t it?” He said, turning down the toy slightly. She nodded mindlessly, she didn’t even understand the words, she just accepts what he says as law. He pulled the gag from her and put it away. “Now… I’ll need to know your address.” She recited it. “Good girl. Oh, and you may keep those two… study items… for now. Return them to me Monday morning.”

Into his car she climbed, and off he drove. And then… she wondered. Did he really want her, just her… he was willing to “tutor” another girl as well… She began to doubt… and decided to test her teacher. And so she spoke, of outing him. And as he drove he merely chuckled and asked if she recognized where they were. “No…” Because he wasn’t heading to her home yet. He spoke about a potential morning news report, of a missing schoolgirl, and of suspects… of which he was not one, for one reason or another that he explained. Up went the vibrator again. “Besides,” he expressed, “You’re MY perfect little school slut, you would never want anything to happen to me.” She simply gulped, smiled, and admitted his words to be true.

Finally, after a long detour, and forcing her to cum a grand total of seven times between tutoring and the ride, he pulled up to her house, helped her out, walked her to the door, and knocked. Her mother answered. He explained that he apologized for the delay. He stated that he was tutoring her along with some other students who were failing more recently, and that there was more material to cover than he had realized at first. He explained that because of the schools policy on phone use, she did not have her phone, and in-fact, forgot it in her locker (he did not let her take it before leaving).

And so the weekend passed, and Monday morning came. And he sat, early in the morning, at his desk looking through his weekly lesson plans, when she knocked and entered. “Where are your study materials?” He asked. She blushed bright. “I…in me, sir… m…may I call you… Master?” “You may.” He smiled, “Just not in class.”

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[corruptingvoid]

A Ritualistic Reshaping

KINKS: Breeding / CNC / Kidnapping

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It has long been tradition to start the school year with a bang. At the start of orientation week, each club was out at a booth, recruiting new freshman into their ranks. By the start of the first week of the semester, those clubs would be on a bus back to campus from whatever activity they had planned out for their new members. This was the norm, and the nature club took pride in their annual venture.

On Monday, Willow walked the path through the green, glancing anxiously back and forth as club veterans called and coaxed without a care. Overwhelmed, she began to shut the world out. The calls from each booth melding together into a hum in the background. Mind spinning, she stepped hastily through the crowd, through the grass, and found herself lying under a drooping tree.

“Hey. You like the tree too, huh? It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Willow turned her head to find another girl laying there next to her, admiring the foliage. “I… uh… yea… it kind of is.” She hadn’t even been looking at the tree, she was looking through it, staring into oblivion before this girl’s calming voice brought her back. “I'm  Ashley, by the way. And you are?” “Willow…” A meek voice uttered. “Willow? Just like this tree!” Ashley laughed as she jumped to her feet, “All this club stuff is really overwhelming, but if you appreciate this tree, appreciate nature, well… why don’t you come over and talk to the nature club? I just signed up!”

Tuesday came, and Willow swayed hesitantly as Ashley skipped up to the group. “Heya, I’m so excited for this trip. Are you ready?!” “Y…yea… I think so.” Willow muttered, unsure. Before either girl could speak further, someone stepped off the bus they were waiting near with a megaphone. “Alright freshman, is everybody ready?!” His voice sung out. And at his call, elder club members began to shepherd freshman onto the charter bus, where a small collection of members already waited. The only knowledge of destination new members were given was that they would need sleeping bags, water packs, swimsuits… and it was heavily suggested to bring something artistic, like a camera or sketchbook, to capture nature. And there was no turning back. The bus doors closed, the driver shifted into gear, and the weeks events were underway.

Willow opened her eyes after an unknown period of time to find the bus parked, everyone scurrying to grab their belongings and unfurl from the bus in chaos. She yawned, gripped her bag’s strap tight, and followed behind. The air was crisp. Clean… The breeze was more refreshing than any lemonade, and with it came a gentle rustle of leaves above. “Welcome to our private camp, ladies and gents!” The man with the megaphone blurted out gleefully. “Now, our school owns a share of this land, and our clubs founders donated a lot to get this camp set up here, so please make sure to treat this place with the utmost of respect! Clean up after yourself. If you find something interesting, take a picture then let it be. Don’t go wandering outside of our signed off areas. And remember, we’re in the woods, the wild, and we may be humans, but we aren’t the top of the food chain here, so stick together and don’t stray too far off the path. If you can’t see us, we can’t see you.”

The club had scheduled a number of activities for each day. almost strictly regimented, Willow thought. She felt an odd presence though, as if everyone were being watched from the cover of trees.

On Wednesday, Willow found herself alongside Ashley on the shore of a small lake. The group they were assigned to was busy getting a few canoes ready for their outing on the water. “Do you… feel like we aren’t alone here?” Willow asked shyly. “Of course, silly! Look at how many people are here. That’s a lot of eyes, y'know!” Ashley completely missed the point of the question. “Yea… yea I guess you’re right. Hey, I’ve got to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” “Don’t take long, Willow, we’re basically ready to go!” Ashley called as she walked away, but Willow simply waved her off.

“If you can’t see us, we can’t see you…” Willow thought to herself as she stepped behind the brush. “Alright, well I can’t see Ashley anymore…” Willow muttered to herself as she pulled her shorts down and squatted. After her warm stream ceased, she stood, pulling her shorts back up, and began to walk back to the lake’s shore. She could hear Ashley calling to her, “Come on Willow, we’ve got to go! Our canoe buddies are waiting, everyone else is on the water!” One more step and Willow could see Ashley calling out from beside the canoe, but before she could call back, she a hand grip her throat and an arm around her waist. With a muffled screech, Willow found herself dragged backwards between the trees, further from the shore, further from her group. Before she could writhe free, a figure stepped in front of her, covering her eyes with dark cloth before grabbing her legs and helping carry her away.

Willow couldn’t keep track of time, couldn’t count steps, she didn’t have a clue where she was. All she knew was the distinct sound of a cabin door opening and shutting, and the feeling of rope digging into her soft skin. Suddenly her blindfold was lifted, and as her eyes adjusted to the change, she could feel the weight of dark intent upon her very being. She had been stripped, but she wasn’t nude… no, she instead found herself dressed in a flowing black lace garment and panties that matched. Her stomach was exposed. She couldn’t move her arms or legs. Wrists and ankles bound snug, spread apart. As she tried to turn her head, she found that her hair had been tied similarly, forming a star formation between her limbs and hair. She tried to speak, but found her mouth sealed shut. A deep breath hinted at super glue, but she wasn’t certain. “Why me… why… why…” Her mind was spinning again, but she fought to keep her bearings this time.

A cloaked figure stepped over her and squatted down. Their eyes glistened from under their hood, face masked by more than mere shadow. “You’ll make a wonderful bride,” the man’s voice cackled as he stood back up. “Prepare the markings.” In a heartbeat, a number of other cloaked figured moved in unison. Three worked to form a circle, connecting Willow’s limbs and hair. They then adorned the circle with symbols which Willow couldn’t see, only knowing by their position and the sound of markings being made on wood. All the while, another figure stepped up to her body and began to mark her stomach with warm wax. And finally, a set of candles were lit, and curtains came down over the windows of the cabin.

Willow’s heart was racing as the group began to chant. One at a time, each figure stepped into the circle with an item, an offering. First came a basic dildo, forced into Willow’s slit. Second was a large metal plug, coldly and swiftly pressed into her ass, stretching her in the process. Third, a set of metal clamps were tightened to her nipples. Fourth, a vibrator taped to her clit. And fifth…

As the fifth figure stepped into the circle, the chanting of the other four sped up, as did Willow’s heart rate. Her toes were curled, holes held open, tormented by unwanted vibrations as the fifth figure squatted over her, same as before. And then she tasted… wine? Red wine was being slowly poured on her lips, and it dissolved whatever held them shut. Without thought, she opened her mouth to scream, but she only wound up choking on the fluid pouring into her mouth. Her only choice was to swallow, and so she drank… until the flow ceased.

This strange ritual continued, another bottle of wine poured down her throat as she tried to cry out. The chanting went on, as the dildo was pulled from her dripping cunt and forced in her wine-stained mouth. The candles wavered, as Willow found herself being stretched around unknown cock.

And so the night went on. Cock after cock. One figure after another. Each taking a turn to fill her with their seed.

First her cunt. Then her ass. Next her mouth. Finally, on her. Her breasts, her stomach, her face…

And at the end of this final round, she felt no ability to flee as she felt her bindings being cut. She was brought to her feet, staggering, wobbling, barely keeping herself from falling. Cum leaked down her thighs from each hole as she burped and spit. “W…why… me?” She stammered, drunk, used, helpless. “Hush now, girl. It is almost done.” A voice whispered.

The candles went out, darkness flooded every corner of the cabin, Willow could not see a thing. And then… A single candle lit. The leader’s face showing for the first time, a smile burning in candlelight. “Through ritual, your life is forfeit. Through ritual, your essence is claimed. Bound and bred in practice so that you might be bound eternally of spirit. That which was, is no more. That which shall be, has always been. That which you are, is remade. And with the extinguishing of this candle, so too shall your past be extinguished. As the light of the moon reaches your eyes, know that forever more you are Luna, child of the moon, bride of our god, and concubine of our brotherhood. Now take your first step in obedience, and extinguish your past. Extinguish this candle.”

Willow refused, holding her lips together.

“Extinguish by choice, or be extinguished in entirety.” She took a deep breath, swallowed, and went to speak, but in doing so, the candle went out. As she gasped, the cabin door opened, moonlight flooding in, reaching her eyes. She looked down to find her body glistening, coated with cum. Her stomach was marked with a womb-like shape, her nipples were red and sore, and her wrists and ankles bore marks from the rope that held her. “Wh…what am I…” “You are ours.”

As sunrise came, Willow… Luna… looked up at the sky, tears in her eyes. She had been bound to a tree and used once more. She felt cum leaking down from her as she tried to force her gag from her lips. “Willow!” She heard Ashley’s voice. But no one ever came to get her.

Late in the day, Luna sat in the old cabin, bruised but not overwhelmed. She knew the couldn’t leave, knew if she so much as tried, she’d be pinned down and used like a cocksleeve again… just like when she attempted earlier. She was fed dinner and, as the moon rose, she was taken to the lake’s shore. Laying in the wet silt, stripped completely, she stared up at the sky, recalling the willow tree she found comfort under mere days ago. “The sky is beautiful at night, isn’t it? All the stars, the moon… it’s so peaceful.” These words made Luna think back to Ashley, but they came from the lips of the leader she was forced to serve.

Friday came, and Luna tried to speak up. “They know I’m missing… they’ll come for me.” But for her outburst, she was stuffed, bound, and her ass cheeks were whipped with a crop.

Saturday passed, Sunday came, and once more she voiced to her captors. “Everyone is heading to campus today. What will happen when no one can find me? When they notice I’m not in class.” “Silly Luna,” the leader spoke calmly, “Your registration has already been rescinded. Your past was extinguished. By tomorrow, no one will recall who “Willow” ever was, because “Willow” never existed.“

Weeks passed, and Luna found herself thrown about day after day, a mere cock-socket for the five men. But every night, under the moonlit sky, the leader would take her on what began to feel like dates.

Months passed, and all fight had left her body. Luna no longer recalled how she got to be in her position. She knew only three things: 1. She served the leader above all else. 2. She required the leader’s permission for all actions. 3. She was the bride to an unknown god.

And in time, as a year passed in full, Luna found herself unable to comprehend so much as breathing without her leader’s words guiding her. As the two walked, Luna’s skin glistening in the moon, she smiled bright and nuzzled against her leader’s arm.

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