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i want to make a pretty girl ride me in front of a mirror so she can see how needy she looks. while switching positions when she gets too whiney, hand on her neck to keep her in her place looking into the mirror while the other holds her hips as i fuck her dumb brains out and drag orgasm after orgasm till she’s barely able to focus on her own reflection as she cums again and again.
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Memory Lapse. Lifting her ponytail, the technician plugs a cord into the base of her skull. “Try to relax, okay? I’m just going to start by indexing your memories.” The girl fidgets in her chair, nervous about the invasive procedure. She tries to make small talk as he scans through everything she remembers of her childhood. “So, uh, who usually gets this done?”
“Eh, you’d be surprised. Sure, people use it to forget traumatic events. The majority are contractors. Corpo types fulfilling their NDAs.” The technician’s eyes flicker as he watches her teenage years fast forward. His patient squirms, all too familiar with what comes next. He watches her birthday party through her memories. The group of men holding her down, the smell of stale synthetic alcohol as they each force their way inside of her.
He’s seen it all. Keeping his bedside manner is no issue. A calming, sympathetic smile. “Is that what you’d like to have removed?” She bites her tongue, scared to ask. All the girl can muster is a shake of her head. “No? Something else?” Looking the technician dead in the eyes, she speaks.
“Everything else.”
The man raises an eyebrow. “You want me to remove… all of your memories… except for that one…?” Her nails dig into the chair. She gets defensive. “If you have a problem with that, I can go somewhere else!” He sighs. “It’s your decision. But I can’t remove everything at once. It’ll take a lot of sessions.” The girl relaxes. Still feisty, she huffs at the technician. “Well, get started then.”
Checking over the rude woman’s memories one more time, he configures his program. “I’m going to leave some basic stuff until the very end. How to walk, speak, eat, use transit, things like that. We’ll start with the broad strokes, and refine it from there.” She leans back in the chair. “When you wake up, you’ll feel like it was just a dream…”
The patient talks in her sleep. A common side effect of the procedure. Incoherent ramblings mixed with deep secrets. When he erases a piece, she stops and stutters and starts again. The girl is limp and dazed as he finishes their first session. He unplugs the cord from the back of her head and rests his hand on her shoulder.
“Do you remember me?” He asks. She stares up at him. “You’re a memory technician… I don’t remember your name…” The man smiles and nods. “Okay, good. What day is it?” The girl looks down at his feet. “I… don’t know…” He smiles again. “Perfect. Looks like our procedure went well. Come back here tomorrow.”
A rare trickle of sunlight drifts through the smog. Looking out from the four-hundredth floor window, the technician watches the light crawl across the sprawling city off into the horizon. His patient is late. When she stumbles into his office, she seems lost and confused. “Everything alright?” He asks, steadying the swaying girl.
“Yeah… I just, uh, forgot how to pay for the train… someone had to teach me.” The man strokes her back. “You forgot how to pay for things? How are you going to pay me for my work, then?” She looks confused. He grips the back of her neck. “Here, get down on your knees. You can pay up front.” Sinking to the ground, the girl opens her mouth. She remembers what she needs to.
Taking his cock in her throat, she bobs her head slowly. The technician holds her ponytail and pushes himself deep. Choking and sucking and trying to breathe through her nose, a long strand of drool escapes her lips and down the front of her shirt. “I can delete this for you too.” He grins as he facefucks her. Slipping his cock out from her open mouth, she jacks him off with both hands. “Uh… no… I’ll keep this…”
Seated in her chair, the man plugs the cord back into her head. Her face is covered in his cum. Loading up the program, he sits down next to her. “We have a small problem. You need at least some memories. I can’t take out more until you make some more.” A flash of her old personality comes through in an impatient huff. “That’ll take too long, is there something else you can do?”
“In theory… I can replace them. I have old ones saved from other people. You’ll think they’re yours.” The girl touches her face, feeling the sticky mess he left on her. “…what kind of memories are they…?” He puts his hand on her thigh. “I’ve got some pretty bad ones. Really messed up stuff. Would you like those?” She lays her hand on his. “…yeah…”
Unconscious, the girl twitches in the chair. Her mouth hangs open, saliva and cum running down from the corner of her lips. The technician uploads a personal selection of memories. Once forgotten, they find new life in the young girl’s mind. Her body convulses as he inserts a particularly vile one. He puts his hand down her pants as the program deletes more of her old life.
She’s almost two hours late for her next session. The man waits, hoping she’ll show. When the girl does, her airy expression is almost blank. “What happened to you?” He asks, looking at her ripped clothes under her jacket. “Some guy used me, just normal stuff.” The young lady responds with a giggle. Her panties are missing and her shirt is hanging on by a thread. The technician feels a pang of jealousy.
Groping her tits, he guides the girl to her chair. A dildo sits on the seat, waiting for her. “I’m worried about you. I’m going to microchip you, so I can keep track of where you are. Know you’re safe.” She doesn’t really understand. “Uh, yeah, whatever.” Annoyed, the technician guides her pussy onto the thick dildo. “Looks like you’re still a bit of a brat. Hopefully I can get rid of that this session.”
The girl passes out as the program starts to run. A subdermal injection lets him see her location at any time. He listens to her mumbling as more of her mundane memories are removed. The man runs his hand over her smooth, full pussy as he decides on what to replace them with. A few years from a sex worker at a cheap brothel will suffice. She lets out a soft moan as she remembers one of her regulars taking out his frustrations on her.
Staring out the window, she looks completely lost. “Do you remember me?” He asks, resting his hand on her ass. “Uh… you… you’ve been helping me?” The technician shrugs. “Close enough. You still need to pay.” She remembers that. Bending over at the waist, the girl grinds her bum into his crotch. Unbuckling his belt, he rubs the head of his cock against her bare pussy before lifting it a bit higher.
A grunt and he pushes his cock halfway into her ass. Thinking back across her sexual history, the technician realizes he’s the first to take her there. She’d remember things differently now, but he knew the truth. Working himself deeper, the girl gasps. “…thank you…” Her voice is a breathless, ragged whisper. His cock twitches inside of her tight hole. “…thank you for helping me…”
Grabbing her hips, the technician thrusts hard into his patient. She squeals and giggles. It’s normal for her, now. Pressing her hands against the glass, she pushes back into him. “…thank you thank you thank you…” Gripping onto her ponytail, he pulls her head back towards him. Kissing her neck, groping her tits, fucking her ass. The feral technician ruts into her. “So good…”
“…I’m good…” Her ditzy smile makes his cock ache. A smack on her bare tits makes her laugh. It’s infectious. Overcome with zeal, he laughs with her. A careful push to the floor and he mounts her bum. Driving all his weight into the helpless girl, she keeps her hips high so he can force himself all the way inside.
“Squeeze tight.” He orders. She responds immediately, clenching her ass around his cock. His hand presses against the plug on the back of her head. The other hand pushes her cheeks open wider. “Squeeze tighter.” The technician orders again. She obeys. Her stupid smile glistens in the fading light from the window. “More, you dumb slut.” Thrusting harder and faster, he finishes deep in her bum.
“…thank you…” The girl mumbles as they lie together on the floor. Light pollution fills the small office. “What do I do now…?” Easing himself out of her, the man stands. “Back to the chair for you. We have more work to do.”
She stumbles as he guides her back to her seat. He makes her sit her ass on the dildo. The girl lets out a sigh of relief as it pushes inside of her. The technician plugs in the cord. A quick search of his desk and he returns with a vibrator. “Spread your legs.” He grunts. She opens them wide, letting her calves hang off the armrests. Pushing the toy inside, the girl’s face lights up as he turns it on.
“I thought we were done for the day.” She rubs her clit as he boots up the program. “Not yet. I need to delete something. And add a little more.” The girl smiles at him and plays with her nipples. “Can we fuck again?” He codes a special memory, something deep. “After. We’ll do this first.”
“But I wanna fuck now… fuck my ass like that again… c’mon…” Her voice fades as he sends her into unconsciousness. “Still a brat.” The technician mumbles to himself. “Why can I not get rid of that.” He searches her memory. Finding his target, he deletes it quickly. A few moments later and he uploads his final replacement. The vibrator hums as he waits for the transfer to complete.
The girl stirs again. He stands over her in the dark office. As soon as she wakes, she starts to rub. Squeezing her cheeks, the man forces her to look up at him.
“Do you remember me?”
The girl bursts into laughter. “Of course I remember you!” Her hips rock up and down, working the dildo in and out of her ass.
“I belong to you!”
The technician grins. He kisses her. She moans and rubs and grinds and lets his tongue play with hers. “Can we fuck now? Please? Fuck your property? Really rough. Fuck me up. Please?” A gentle hand holds her by the ponytail and leads her off the chair. “Not yet. I’m going to take you home first.” The girl pouts. “Ugh… Wanna get fucked right now…” He lets out a defeated sigh. “Still a little bratty, I guess.”
Kneeling on the floor, she tries to suck his cock. He fends off the mindless girl. “Home first. Then I’ll ruin you.” She looks confused. “I don’t remember home.” The technician unplugs the cord. “You haven’t been there before. It’s your new home.” The girl nuzzles her face into his crotch. “And that’s where I get fucked?” He quickly cleans up the mess she left on the chair. “Yes.”
“One last thing. Walk over there and get your jacket.” He points to her clothes lying near the door. The girl almost tries to stand. Like a newborn fawn, she crawls to the jacket. “Why did you crawl? Why didn’t you walk?” He asks, following behind her closely. “I dunno how to do that… can we fuck…?” The technician smiles and helps her cover up.
“Good girl. Let’s take you home.”
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After all my errands , business plans and traveling. I need you in between my legs right now.
All you have to do is ask…
I love tasting you baby
use me
Delicious 🤤
Pleasure your woman
aww, do you have an oral fixation ? don’t worry, i’ll take care of that
i’ll face fuck you until your pretty little throat forgets how to close
i’ll wake you up with my cock already buried in your mouth, using you before you’re even fully awake
i’ll force my fingers past your lips and let you suck, just to see how eager you are to please
i’ll press my thumb to your tongue and watch your eyes go hazy, waiting for me to give you something more
i’ll keep my cock resting against your lips as i talk, lazily stroking your cheek, reminding you what your mouth is for
i’ll watch you fidget and squirm when your mouth is empty too long, until you’re whining, needy, desperate to be used
i’ll make sure you stay full and dumb, because pretty little things like you don’t need to think, just open wide and take what you’re given
Boys who eat pussy like their lives depend on it go straight to heaven, btw...
I love watching your eyes shift to panic, before slowly nodding into a paralytic unconsciousness. Seeing the realization strip your face of color, knowing that with every weakening motion— you fall deeper into helpless despair. Only to find my hand traveling beneath your waist, your frantic tossing draining into a motionless whimper— before those glossy optics slowly blink into a trance of powerless submission.
You know that you are fucked. That your weakened state only worsens, as I grow harder to fight. You’re restless, yet every jolt of energy reduces your strength to a clotted reality.
You’re mine, and within seconds— there is nothing you can do to stop it. You know what’s about to happen to you, and your struggle to prevent it only tires you further. All you can do is watch as I control every atom of your body. Until you are nothing but a disassociated mess choking beneath my grasp.
Cw: kidnapping, drugging, noncon, manipulation, insane! könig
You wake up in a dark room and to a pounding headache. You can feel your pulse beating in the back of your eyes and your temples, everything hurts, your eyes are groggy and you can’t really remember the last thing that happened.
You try to lift your hands to rub away the headache and the pain in your head, only to find resistance, besides the weakness you feel over your whole body. You try lifting your arms a few more times and when your hearing finally kicks in and your ears stop ringing, you finally listen to the click click of… chains? Why aren’t your hands chained down?
You try to lift your head to look down at yourself but apparently there are some ties holding your head down too. There’s some sort of leather strap over your forehead and it’s tight enough you can’t even turn your head to the side.
Okay, now you’re panicking. Breaths quickening, eyes darting around as much as they can, hands desperately trying to free themselves from the chains. You hear crying distantly, and it makes you even more nervous, only for your brain to catch up and realize that it’s you.
A loud sob escaped your mouth, and you prepare to scream, but then there’s a soft hum close by and you still immediately, all muscles tensing, preparing for your fight or flight instinct. Although… you can’t really do either of those, considering your condition.
A hooded figure appears in your periphery and you whimper at how fucking creepy he looks, the dark hood hiding his whole face, two holes that you think are at the height of his eyes? But there’s not enough light to actually see, so you’re left there, breathing harshly and so fucking scared for yourself.
The figure coos, a soft noise meant for scared animals, and lifts a hand towards your cheek. You whimper as his cold hand touches your skin, scared he might hurt you, but he… he fixes a strand of your hair close to your ear and you try to slow down your breathing.
“Finally woke up, ja?” he has a strong accent and his voice is definitely- higher than you would’ve expected from someone so big. He doesn’t sound angry, so there’s something.
You try to speak, ask who he is, where you are, why are you tied up- but all that comes out is a rough noise, it hurts your throat to speak and you wince, whimpering as your bottom lip wobbles, ready to cry again.
“Oh I know, you’re so thirsty aren’t you? That’s okay.” he steps away and you’re ready to panic again, what is he going to do? Is he getting some knives or weapons? Fuck, what are you going to do-! But then he comes back with… what seems to be a cup of water and a straw?
“Asking so nicely for wasser, already so suße.” you don’t understand all of the words but you can try to guess what they mean. He brings the cup closer to your mouth and helps you grab the straw with your lips. You take a tentative sip and when nothing really happens besides your throat feeling soothed by the just slightly chilly water, you drink it down so quickly you end up choking on some of it.
“Agh, dumme sache.” he takes away the straw and lets you cough a couple times before you can breathe normally again.
You didn’t notice it before, brain slow and focused on other things, but now that you’re not thirsty, that you’re not- too- worried about you safety, you can feel the cold on your body and when his freezing hand moves to touch your chest, slowly following the curve of your body towards your nipple, which receives a few gentle flicks, and lower, lower to between your legs, you realize you’ve been naked the whole time.
“What- why am I here? What do you want from me?” your voice is quiet, a little raw from disuse, you try to keep your anxiety in check and not panic again, especially when the man laughs quietly, the sound wicked in the dark room.
“Simple.” his hand taps the skin where your thigh meets your hips and you whimper at the touch, thighs clenching at the touch. The gentle tapping distracting you enough that you almost don’t hear his next sentence. Almost.
“I’m going to make you my perfect wife.”
No thoughts. Just Whumpee drifting in and out of consciousness, muttering nonsensical slurred protests, and weakly trying to pull st their restraints before their eyes roll back and they slip away into unconsciousness again.
Bent over on the bed, on your back, eyes covered, wrists bound to your ankles, tits squished together nice and pretty, fully free-use strap bait, and your partner warms you up, starts off with a fairly normal size toy, maybe just a little bigger than you're used to, and you're leaking a massive puddle with every thrust into you, and moaning all sorts of horny nonsense... and then you hear the sound of a pump being squeezed and you feel the strap inside you thicken...
And it's definitely more than you've been able to take before!
You try and beg them to take it slow, say how much it is, your pussy isn't used to anything that big! And your clit is hammering in time with your heartbeat and you're shaking when they start rubbing it super fast while they keep fucking you...
Then, before you've even gotten used to the current size, they squeeze the pump again and you whine, oh fuckkkk that's WAY too much! You're starting to sob, overstimulated from the stretch and the attention on your clit, and your partner shushes you, tells you it's okay! And then they take the hand on your clit and use it to push your own teat into your mouth, holding it there so your're forced to suck on it.
All the while, they're still fucking you, and you can't do anything about it, and your brain finally starts to shut off when the pump squeaks again, and all you can do is take it...
Hours later, your partner undoes the release on the strap and steps back, leaving the toy still lodged in you, and then you're dazzled, blinking in even the dim bedroom light. Your partner is behind you, one hand on your tit, groping, and the other circling around the end of the toy inside you. You're held up by their shoulder and your wrists and ankles are still bound, so you're forced to watch in the mirror beyond the foot of the bed as the toy is finally pulled out of you... You cum hard, and the evidence of all the other orgasms forced upon you joins it, flooding the bed further as your hole flutters vainly, the muscles exhausted and stuck where they've been forced for the past few hours.
You're so open, and you finally look properly at the toy, still inflated at the size it was removed from you...
How THAT managed to fit inside you, you have no idea. It makes you feel light-headed just looking at it.
You're still mesmerised by the unreal girth of the toy when you finally look and see your partner has a fist inside you, and it's not until they open their fingers and drag their fingertips along your g-spot and up to your cervix that you realise that's the first thing you felt, even though they're wrist-deep inside you.
praising her while fucking her against her will
"that's it, take it. you're such a good girl for being so still. not that you have a choice anyway."
"god, you're so fucking tight when you're scared. it's adorable."
"i'm so proud of you. you're not even fighting anymore."
"you look so pretty like this, all teary-eyed and full of cock."
"your body knows what it wants, even if you don't. you're doing so well, letting your cunt do all the thinking."
"shhh, just let it happen. you're my perfect little toy, aren't you?"
"that's my angel. just cum for me. i know you don't want to, but your body needs it."
