Disclaimer: If you are a minor, please please do not interact with my content and I will block you if I see you. I absolutely do not condone any true non-consensual activities, all sex should be performed with consenting adults, clear communication, and trust. Just because I write about non-consensual topics does not mean it is okay in real life. My blog contains content that may be triggering and I do my best to tag accordingly but please be warned and engage at your own discretion!
Hello! Thank you for stopping by my little corner of the internet and welcome! I write long- and short-form content (and now make audios!) that spans a variety of my own kinks that most commonly include overstimulation, consensual non-consent, rape fantasies, and being a breedable, submissive slut ;)
I try my best to tag my content accordingly and this post will (hopefully) always be the most updated list of my long-form content. My short-form content is tagged with #drippythoughts, long-form stories are tagged with #wanderswrites, and audios are tagged with #wanderssounds. Iâm open to requests and suggestions and my ask box and DMs are always open for anyone who wants to play! Also, I love when yâall interact with my posts by commenting or reblogging so please feel free!
~ Story Masterlist ~
A Box of Fun | Clit Torture, Rape Fantasy, Edging, Overstimulation, Vibrator
A Game | Drugging, Aphrodisiac, Mind Break, Choking, Breath Play, Overstimulation, Predicament Bondage, Vibrator
A Study in Sensitivity | Medical, Rape Fantasy, Mad Scientist, Overstimulation, Mind Break
An Academic Endeavor | Dubious Consent, Degradation, Edging, After Care
An Itch You Can't Scratch | Drugging, Aphrodisiac, Overstimulation, Clit Torture, Tickle Torture, Chemical Play, Medical (ish), Rape Fantasy
As Planned | Consensual Non-Consent, Anal (Painal), Fake Safe Word, Aftercare
The Bigger They Are, The Harder They Fall | Rape Fantasy, Male Sub, Edging, Handjob, Prostate Play
The Devil You Know | Rape Fantasy, After Care, Degradation, Rough Sex
The Monster in My Bed | Consensual Non-Consent, Overstimulation, Choking, Intruder
The Popular Vote | Rape Fantasy, Mind Break, Fucking Machine, Vibrator/Sybian, Clit Torture, Electrostimulation, Overstimulation, Edging, Ruined Orgasms, Exhibitionism
The Taste of Obsession | Overstimulation, Soft Rape Fantasy, Yandere
Training Season | Cocksucking, Predicament, Mind Break, Clit Torture, Electrostimulation, Rape Fantasy
Treatment Plan | Rape Fantasy, Tickling, Overstimulation, Restrained, Medical, Mind Break
Trust Me | Aphrodisiac, Denial, Anal, Rape Fantasy, After Care, Established Relationship
You Owe Me Your Heart | Angst, Rape Fantasy
~ Audio Masterlist ~
Babe Are You Done Gaming Yet? | [F4M] [GFE] [Blowjob] [Gaming] [Distraction] [Cock Praise] [Teasing] [Established Relationship]
Drugged Into a Mindless Slut for My Best Friend | [F4M] [Drugged] [Rape-ish] [Aphrodisiac] [Blowjob] [Begging for Your Cock] [Riding Your Cock] [Begging for Your Cum]
Kidnapped and Raped by My Stalker | [F4M] [Rape] [Kidnapping] [Tied to Bed] [Knife] [Overstimulation] [Vibrator] [Forced Orgasm] [Blowjob] [Daddy] [Mindbreak]
Want to wake up in the middle of the night, confused and sleepy, the soft warmth of pleasure slowly permeating my consciousness. Heâs there, pining me down, buried deep inside of me, every slow drag of his cock against the walls of my dripping cunt translating into unrelenting sensation as he moves his hips against mine. Fingers rubbing my clit just right so I clench around him to make him feel good. He woke up hard and didnât feel the need to wait for my awareness to take what he wants. Itâs only when I whine helplessly, twitching against him, overwhelmed by his presence that he realizes Iâm awake. âIâm sorry, baby, I couldnât help myself. Go back to sleep, Iâm almost done.â
and now imagine i went to sleep alone⊠stalker or lover, you pick ;)
I wanna wrestle so you can pin me down and show me how much stronger you are and how I donât have any chance of stopping you from doing what you want.
In the mood to be violently fucked until I go nonverbal and all I can do is making helpless little noises while you use me anyway you want. Bonus points if you hit me with a condescending "oh baby, can't handle it?"
I have a treat for yâall đ You may remember a while back I turned my story âDrunk on Youâ into a M4F script. Well the very talented u/JerBearVA on Reddit filled it and turned it into this very amazing audio and I thought I would share it here because it deserves all the love and attention! Iâve been exploring my script writing recently and Iâll be sure to share any audio fills here for yâall to enjoy (with permission from the VAs of course)! Enjoy and please send some love to JerBear on Reddit if you can and check out his other amazing audios!
Highest quality sheets over a luxury California king mattress nestled in a custom bed frame. Beautiful, dreamy curtains decorating gorgeous bay windows that I know she loves. Quirky little touches here and there, a vintage lamp, a cedar wood drawer set, all chosen meticulously to match her style and preference.
It was only missing one final touch. Her.
And now sheâs finally here.
Sheâs finally mine.
The thought thrums through my veins like a drug, soothing every ragged edge of my obsession.
She tied delicately to the bed, wrists bound in silk scarves (no rough rope for my darling, never for her), her breath coming in shaky little gasps. Her eyes are wide, glistening with tears, but I know sheâll understand soon. Iâll make her understand.
"Shhh, sweetheart," I murmur, stroking her cheek. She flinches, but I donât mind. She just needs time. "Iâve waited so long for this. You have no idea. But youâre finally here, finally mine. You have no idea how good Iâm going to make you feel."
Her breathing is quick, panicked. âStop, pleaseââ
I grin, trailing a fingertip down her bare arm. Her skin prickles under my touch, and I shiver at the reaction. âShh, sweetheart. Iâve got you now. You donât have to be scared.â
She whimpers, twisting her hips, trying to pull away, even though the restraints wonât let her. Itâs adorable. Sheâs so alive, so reactive, so present.
I lean in, pressing my lips to the delicate skin of her throat and I hum against her, satisfied. âYou smell so good,â I murmur, dragging my teeth lightly over her pulse. âLike home.â
Sheâs perfect. Every slope, every curveâmemorized in my mind a thousand times, now finally under my hands.
Her breath hitches when my hand slides down, fingertips brushing over her ribs. I know sheâs ticklish here, Iâve seen her laugh when her friends accidentally graze her side. But right now, sheâs not laughing. Sheâs trembling.
âPlease, stopââ
I donât. Instead, I press my palm flat against her stomach, feeling the rapid rise and fall of it. âYouâre so soft,â I whisper, sliding my hand higher, cupping the swell of her breast. She whines, arching, whether to escape or press into my touch, Iâm not sure.
But I donât care.
She gasps when my fingers finally, finally brush over her bare nipple. âSee?â I murmur, circling the stiff peak lazily. âYou like this. Youâre getting wet for me already, donât lie, darling. I can smell it.â
She shakes her head, but her body betrays her. I pinch lightly, just to hear her breath catch again, and then trail my fingers down.
âOh, fuck,â she whimpers when I find her clit. I know how sensitive she is. Iâve watched her touch herself before, seen the way she bites her lip to keep quiet.
"There we go⊠thatâs it. Just like that." Her clit is swollen already, so pretty, and when I flick it lightly, her back arches off the bed with a sob.
"Ah-ah, none of that," I chide, pinning her hips down. "Youâre going to take it. Youâre going to come for me, over and over, until you forget you ever resisted."
I rub faster, my fingers finding the perfect rhythm against her throbbing flesh. She moans, high and desperate, and I grin. "See? Your body adores me. Itâs begging."
My thumb presses down in slow circles, relentless, and her legs jerk, trying to close, but Iâm between them, holding her open. "No hiding, princess. I want to watch you fall apart."
I dip my fingers lower, gathering her slickness before dragging it back up, coating her clit in her own arousal. She shudders, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. I watch her face, how her lips part, how her lashes flutter. Sheâs fighting it. She doesnât want to enjoy this. But I can see the truth in the way her thighs tremble, in the way her clit pulses under my touch.
Her breath catches, her back arching off the bed. "P-Pleaseâ" she gasps, and her desperate, ruined voice sends a thrill through me.
"Please what, my love?" I murmur, leaning in to lick a stripe up her neck. "Tell me. Do you want me to stop? Or do you want more?"
She doesnât answer, biting her lip, but her body does, her hips rocking against my hand, chasing the pleasure she canât resist. I chuckle darkly, increasing the pressure, rubbing faster now, relentless. "Thatâs it," I breathe. "Let go. I want to feel you come for me."
She sobs, her whole body tensing, and then she shatters. Her clit throbs under my fingers as she arches, her thighs trembling around my hand as waves of pleasure wrack her body. I donât stop, dragging out every last pulse of her orgasm, whispering praise into her ear like a prayer.
When she finally collapses, limp and shuddering, I press a kiss to her forehead, stroking her hair.
"Oh, sweet thing," I sigh, watching her chest rise and fall in frantic little hiccups as she comes down from her first climax. "That was just a taste. Youâve never felt anything like me, have you? No oneâs ever worshipped you like this."
My fingers glide through her slick, gathering it up, painting it back over her swollen clit. She whines, thighs trembling, but I donât stop. Not when sheâs this perfect. "Shh, donât fight it. Youâre beautiful like this, so wet, so desperate. I can feel how tight you are, how much your body aches for more."
I press two fingers inside her, crooking them just so, and her back arches off the bed with a sharp cry. "There it is," I murmur, kissing her trembling stomach. "That sweet spot no one else ever found. Bet you didnât even know you could feel this good, did you?"
Her hips jerk, trying to escape the overwhelming pressure, but I hold her down, my thumb resuming its slow, torturous circles on her clit. "No, no, you donât get to run. Youâre going to take every second of this. Look at me."
Tears spill down her cheeks, but her pupils are blown wide, her lips parted in a silent plea. "Thatâs right," I croon. "See? You want this. Maybe your mind hasnât caught up yet, but your body, fuck, your body belongs to me."
I scissor my fingers, stretching her, relishing the way her walls flutter around me. "Youâre so small here," I tease. "So tight and untouched. No oneâs ever filled you up like this, have they? No oneâs ever ruined you so perfectly."
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as I curl my fingers again, rubbing that spot inside her with merciless precision. "Youâre going to squirt for me, princess. I can feel it, your bodyâs so close, just dripping for me."
She shakes her head, a weak sob escaping her, but I laugh, low and dark. "Yes, you are. You canât stop it. Iâll make you do it over and over until you beg for it."
I press harder, faster, my thumb a relentless counterpoint to the thrust of my fingers. "Come on, darling, let go."
Her scream rings out as her hips buck, her body seizing. A rush of warmth floods my hand, her thighs trembling violently as she soaks the sheets beneath her. "Good girl," I breathe, watching in awe. "Look at you, fuck, youâre perfect. No oneâs ever made you feel like this, have they? No one but me."
Sheâs limp now, boneless and dazed, but I donât stop.
Her body is still shuddering from squirting when I press my palm flat against her soaked cunt, applying just enough pressure to make her whimper. "Aw, so sensitive," I coo, watching her hips twitch away instinctively. "But we've only just begun, pretty girl. You have no idea how much more pleasure I can pull from this perfect little body."
The first drag of my tongue along her swollen folds makes her gasp, a high, startled sound that turns into a moan halfway through. I savor it, the way her thighs tense but can't close, the way her fingers clutch uselessly at the silk restraints. "Mmm, you taste divine," I murmur against her, breathing her in. "All mine. Every drop."
I don't give her time to adjust. My tongue flicks over her clit in quick, relentless circles, and her back arches off the bed with a broken cry. "There we go," I purr, slipping two fingers back inside her with obscene ease. "Your body wants this. Look how easily you take me."
She's so tight, so hot, clenching around me like she's trying to pull me deeper. I chuckle, curling my fingers just right.
Her breath hitches, her thighs trembling as I speed up, my tongue never leaving her clit. "Come on, sweet girl, give it to me," I urge, my free hand pinning her hips down. "I want to feel you lose control again."
And she does.
Her orgasm crashes into her with a sob, her entire body seizing, her cunt fluttering around my fingers in the most beautiful rhythm. But I don't stop.
"Sh, shh," I soothe, even as my tongue laps at her oversensitive clit, even as my fingers continue to pump into her, dragging out every last shuddering wave. "It's okay, baby, just feel it."
She's crying, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, but her hips are still rocking weakly against my mouth, chasing the pleasure even as it borders on pain. "That's it," I praise, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. "You're made for this. Made for me."
I slide a third finger into her, stretching her even further, and her breath stutters, her eyes rolling back. "You can take it," I murmur, watching her face intently. "I know you can. You're so good for me."
Her next climax hits her like a train, her whole body jerking, a strangled scream tearing from her throat as she squirts again, soaking my hand, the sheets, everything. "Fuck, look at you," I groan, fascinated. "So messy. So perfect."
I lean down, licking a stripe up her trembling stomach, tasting salt and sweat and her. "You're ruined now," I whisper against her skin. "No one will ever make you feel like this but me."
Sheâs perfect like this.
Boneless, whimpering, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of what I gave her. Her skin is flushed, her lashes damp with tears, her lips parted in exhausted little gasps. I stroke her cheek, humming softly as I untie the silk scarves from her wrists, rubbing the faint pink marks with my thumbs.
"There we go," I murmur, pressing a kiss to each wrist. "See how good I take care of you? No one else would be this gentle."
She shivers when I lift her into my arms, her head lolling against my shoulder. I carry her to the bathroomâour bathroom, the one I designed just for her, with the deep soaking tub and the lavender-scented oils she loves. I turn on the hot water and let her go limp into my arms while the tub fills.
"Letâs get you cleaned up, hm?" I lower her into the water, my hands skimming over her hips, her waist, her chest, washing away the sweat and slick with a soft cloth. She tenses when my fingers brush between her thighs, still oversensitive, but I just chuckle, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Shh, Iâm not going to tease you again."
I massage the shampoo into her hair, working out the knots with careful fingers, my voice low and soothing. "You did so well for me. Took everything I gave you. Youâre mine now, you know that, right?"
She doesnât answer, but she doesnât need to. I already know.
After the bath, I wrap her in a towel, drying her off with slow, deliberate strokes before slipping one of my shirts over her head, oversized, smelling like me, like us. I carry her back to the bed. Fresh sheets. Fresh blankets. A glass of water with a straw, held to her lips until she drinks.
"Iâll cook for you soon," I whisper, tucking her under the covers, brushing her hair from her face. "Your favorite meal. And then, when youâre ready, Iâll make you feel good again."
She whimpers, curling into herself, but I just smile, stroking her back in slow circles.
"Donât worry, sweetheart. Iâll always take care of you."
Want him to be so obsessed but infuriated by how obsessed he is and then he can take that anger out on the object of his obsession (me, in case that wasnât clear).
My key clicks in the lock and I slip inside into the quiet of our apartment. Itâs late but Iâm early. Iâd been on a week-long business trip and my last day of meetings ended early so I made the last-minute decision to fly home a day ahead.
I toe off my shoes, hang my coat, leaving my luggage by the door before moving through the dark like a ghost. Our bedroom door is ajar. I push it open, and there she is.
My love. My pretty girl.
Sheâs on her side of the bed, facing away from the door, one hand tucked under her cheek. The comforter is pulled up to her waist, her bare shoulders rising and falling with each slow, even breath. The sight of her like this, so soft, so utterly unguarded, sends a wave of pure, dizzying adoration through me. Thereâs a physical ache, a tightness in my chest thatâs the manifestation of my reverence.
I strip out of my clothes and the bed dips as I slide in behind her, the warmth of her body an instant balm. I press myself against the curve of her back, my front to her back, and a sigh escapes me thatâs half relief, half worship. I nuzzle into the fragrant cloud of her hair, breathing her inâshampoo, sleep, and her.
âHey, sweetheart,â I whisper into the dark, my voice a rough scrape. âMissed you.â
She doesnât stir. Not a twitch. The trust in that, the absolute surrender of even her unconscious body recognizing me. She knows itâs me. Her body knows. Sheâs safe, so she sleeps on.
My arm comes around her waist, my hand splaying possessively over the soft cotton of her sleep shirt. I press a kiss to the back of her neck, then another, trailing up to the sensitive spot behind her ear.
âSo perfect,â I murmur, my lips moving against her skin. âMy perfect, sleeping girl.â
My hand begins to move, a slow, sweeping caress from her ribs down over the plane of her stomach, to the crest of her hip. I slip my fingers under the hem of her shirt, seeking skin. Sheâs so warm. So impossibly soft. A sleepy, contented sound vibrates in her throat, and it goes straight to my cock, which is already hard and pressing insistently against the small of her back.
âThatâs it, love,â I coax, my hand sliding back up, this time cupping her breast through her shirt. My thumb finds her nipple, already a tight peak in her sleep, and circles it slowly. She shifts, a subtle arching into my touch, a whispered sigh. A bolt of pure heat shoots through me. Sheâs enjoying it, even in her dreams. The thought is intoxicating.
I need more.
With infinite care, I ease her onto her back. She goes pliantly, her head lolling to the side, lips slightly parted. I lean down and kiss her forehead, her closed eyelids, the tip of her nose.
âMy pretty, pretty girl,â I breathe, the words soaked in reverence. My hands are everywhere now, mapping her. I push her shirt up, baring her stomach, and press my mouth to her skin, kissing a slow, wet trail from her navel up between her breasts. I take a nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, and her back arches off the mattress with a soft, broken moan.
The sound is my undoing.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties, and in one smooth, gentle motion, I draw them down her legs. She helps without waking, lifting her hips just enough. I toss them aside, and now sheâs bare before me, bathed in silver and shadow. Sheâs breathtaking. All gentle curves and vulnerable flesh.
I settle between her legs, spreading her knees apart with my shoulders. The scent of her, warm and musky and sweet, fills my head. Iâm dizzy with it. With her. I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, feeling the fine tremor there.
âShush, my love,â I whisper, my breath ghosting over her core. âJust sleep. Let me take care of you.â
And then I lower my mouth to her.
She is wet already, her body responding to my touches even in slumber. I groan against her, the taste of her like a drug. I worship her with my tongue, slow, languid strokes that have her hips making tiny, unconscious circles. I find her clit, that perfect, swollen pearl, and circle it with the very tip of my tongue, feather-light.
âSo sweet,â I moan into her, my voice thick. âTaste so good, baby. Always so good for me.â
Her breathing changes. It hitches, grows shallow. A soft, continuous stream of sighs and whimpers falls from her lips. Her hands come up, tangling loosely in my hair, not pushing or pulling, just holding. As if Iâm her anchor in the sea of sleep. I could spend an eternity here.
I increase the pressure, flicking my tongue faster, sucking gently. Her thighs tense around my head. I can feel the coil tightening in her, the gathering storm.
âCome on, pretty girl,â I urge, my words muffled against her flesh. âLet go. Just let it happen. Iâve got you.â
And she does. With a soft moan, her body trembles with her climax. I hold her through it, lapping gently at her, drinking every pulse and shudder, whispering praise against her soaked skin. âThatâs it⊠beautiful⊠so beautiful for meâŠâ
As the last tremors subside, she sinks back into the mattress, boneless and spent. Her eyes are still closed, her face flushed and serene. The possessiveness in me swells, a dark, tender tide. I like this, knowing that her body and I share a secret but her mind has no idea.
I shift up her body, my own need a painful, urgent throb. I position myself at her entrance, slick with her release and my saliva. I look down at her face, so peaceful in the aftermath. I donât want to wake her. I want to keep her in this soft, pleasurable haze forever.
But I canât wait.
With a slow, relentless push, I sink into her.
The heat, the tight, velvet clutch of her⊠I see stars. I bury my face in her neck, groaning. âFuck⊠love⊠you feel like heaven.â
The intrusion, the fullness, finally pierces the veil of her sleep. Her eyes flutter open, blurry and disoriented in the dark. She blinks up at me, confusion smoothing into a dazed recognition.
âWhaâŠ?â she slurs, her voice thick with sleep.
I freeze, my whole body coiled. I press a frantic kiss to her lips. âShh, shh, sweetheart. Itâs just me. Itâs okay.â
Her brow furrows. Sheâs waking up, the reality of the situation seeping inâmy weight on her, the deep, intimate join of our bodies. A flicker of something crosses her face.
âIâm sorry,â I whisper, raining kisses on her cheeks, her eyelids. âIâm so sorry, I didnât mean to wake you. You were just⊠you were so perfect. I couldnât help it.â I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, my own pleading. âYou can go back to sleep if you want, baby. Just close your eyes. Feel me. Let me love you. You donât have to do a thing.â
I begin to move, a slow, deep roll of my hips. Her breath catches, her eyes drifting shut again, not in sleep now, but in overwhelmed sensation. Her arms come up to wrap around my neck.
âThatâs it,â I breathe, my pace gradually increasing. âMy good girl. My love. You take me so well. Always so perfect for me.â Every thrust is a prayer, a claim. âMine. All mine. This sweet cunt is mine. This pretty body is mine.â I kiss her, swallowing her soft moans. âYouâre so trusting. Letting me have you like this⊠it kills me. You have no idea what you do to me.â
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper. Sheâs fully awake now, meeting my rhythm, her hips lifting.
âLook at me,â I plead, my voice breaking. She opens her eyes, hazy with pleasure. âSee whoâs loving you. See whoâs obsessed with you. Itâs me. Itâs always me.â
Iâm close. The sight of her beneath me, pliant and accepting, her body welcoming mine, is too much. âIâm gonna come inside you, pretty girl. Gonna fill you up. Okay? Tell me itâs okay.â
She nods, a quick, desperate little motion. âYours,â she whispers, and that one word is my end.
With a guttural groan, I drive into her one last time and spill, pulsing deep inside her warmth. I collapse on top of her, careful to keep my weight on my elbows, shuddering through the aftershocks. Iâm babbling into her skin. âMy love, my heart, my everything. Iâm sorry I woke you up, I love you, I love you so much, pretty girl.â
Long moments pass, our harsh breaths the only sound. I donât pull out, I canât bear to yet. I gather her into my arms, turning us onto our sides, holding her tightly against my chest. I kiss her hair, her temples, peppering every surface with soft kisses.
She nestles into me, her hand coming to rest over my pounding heart. Then, her voice is a sleepy murmur against my skin.
âYouâre early.â
A wave of affection washes over me. I hold her tighter. âI know,â I whisper back, my lips against her hair. âMissed you too much.â
She answers me in a soft giggle. âMissed you too.â
Her breathing evens out once more, slipping back into sleep within the circle of my arms, and finally, my body relaxes in the way it only does with her.
Note: I was scrolling through my inbox and had a few somnophilia requests so I figured I'd post this from my drafts teehee also was in the mood for some teeth-rotting fluff and romance đ
Hi there !! I love your writing and If youâre still asking for prompts I think a pretty girl having her pussy stretched open would be hot <3
Oooooh yes yes yes... Please someone do this to me...
âCome on baby, can you take one more?â
His low, coaxing voice was answered with a whimpery moan. He had three fingers buried in her, working them slowly, scissoring and curling, the slick, wet sounds obscene in the room.
âShh, just relax for me, Iâve got you,â he soothed, his free hand coming down to circle her swollen clit with a practiced, relentless rhythm. A high, thin whine escaped her lips as her hips jerked, the movement pressing his fingers deeper into her.
âNgh, please, please, itâs too much⊠I canâtâŠâ her voice was shaking, eyes already glossy with tears of overwhelming sensation. He shushed her softly before pressing a kiss to her damp forehead.
âYou can, honey, you can take more. I promise, just relax,â he murmured, the rubbing on her clit becoming more targeted, drawing sharp pulses of pleasure from her overstimulated body. A moan escaped her lips as her body surrendered, melting under his touch, the tension bleeding away into a boneless, pliant obedience.
He took advantage of the moment, beginning to push his last finger and thumb into her. It was a gradual, consuming stretch, a filling so complete it stole the air from her lungs. With one final, gentle stretch, his entire hand was sheathed inside her, a profound, impossible fullness that made her vision blur. She went limp, a shuddering sigh of pure, overwhelmed pleasure wracking her frame.
âThere you go, fuck, sweetheart, doing so good for me. Look at that pretty pussy spread wide for me.â His voice is thick with arousal and he began to move his hand in slow, shallow thrusts, the stretch becoming a deep, internal massage. âTaking my whole hand like you were made for it. Look at this greedy little hole, so messy for me.â
Her response was a broken little sob, her mouth slack from pleasure. He began to move his hand in earnest, pressing in and out of her cunt, the rhythmic sound of her pussy sucking him in filling the air.
âYouâre dripping everywhere,â he observed, his tone a mix of awe and condescension. âSuch a messy, hungry slut for this. Canât get enough, can you?â
Her folds were puffy and engorged, a slick, weeping mess against his wrist. He crooked his fingers gently inside her and she shuddered, her eyes rolling back.
Then, he gently pulled his hand out, his exit bringing a humiliating splash of her own slick. Her cunt, stretched and sensitized, dripped onto the sheets below, aching and empty, clenching around nothing and she let out a soft, forlorn whine. He let out a low chuckle, âOh no, pretty girl, donât be sad, I promise Iâll fill you up again.â
He kept his promise as he positioned himself, the broad, flushed head of his cock nudging against her entrance. With one smooth, powerful thrust, he sheathed himself to the hilt. She cried out, the familiar, beloved stretch of him now feeling different, easier, deeper, her body molded to him instantly from the previous preparation.
He fucked her in a slow, deep, devastating rhythm. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room. She was unraveling, her mind blanking under the relentless assault on her senses. She was just a hole, filled to the brim with him.
His voice broke through her haze. âLetâs see if we can make you even fuller, yeah?â
Suddenly, the broad, rounded tip of a dildo pressed against her already-stretched entrance, meeting the resistance of his own cock inside her. Her eyes flew open, wide with a fresh wave of overwhelmed panic. âNo, no, no, thereâs no room, you canâtââ
âI can,â he said simply, and began to press.
Pleasure, sharp and electric, lanced through her, mixed with the intense, almost-too-much sensation of the stretch. She babbled, nonsense words and pleas, her hips making tiny, involuntary jerks.
âI canâtâplease, itâs too muchâI cantââ
âBreathe, baby,â he commanded, his voice softening into that loving gentleness. âJust breathe and let it in. One more time. For me.â
With a steady, relentless pressure, he pushed the dildo into her, nestled inside of her cunt alongside his own cock.
The double penetration was a revelation of pure, mind-breaking sensation. The stretch was beyond anything she had ever felt, a fullness that bordered on pain, a pleasure so intense it was incomprehensible. Her body convulsed around the two invading lengths, milking both cocks desperately.
He groaned, a sound of pure triumph, and began to fuck her in earnest, his cock and the dildo moving in tandem, a synchronized assault on her senses. She was gone, lost in a haze of sensation. She was babbling, words tumbling out without thought, âyours,â âplease,â âtoo much,â âdonât stop,â âlove you.â
His voice was her only anchor in the storm. âThatâs it⊠take it all⊠my perfect, filthy girl⊠so good for me⊠look at you, so cock-drunk you canât even think⊠you belong to me, every part of youâŠâ
Her babbling dissolved into pure, animal whimpers, her body convulsing around the massive intrusion in a series of endless, rolling peaks that blurred the line between pleasure and agony.
âThere we go,â He panted, his own control fraying. His voice was a mix of awe and cruel delight. âLook at you. Taking it all. My beautiful, ruined thing. Youâre so full of me. Can you even think? Or is it just cock and pleasure in that pretty little head now?â
He leaned down, capturing her sobbing mouth in a searing, possessive kiss. âCum for me,â he whispered against her lips, a command and a plea. âCome around me and this dildo. Let me feel you lose it completely, give it to me.â
With a wail, she shattered around him. Her cunt clamped down in violent, fluttering spasms around the double penetration, milking his cock and the toy with a fierce, rhythmic pulse.
The intense, constricting pressure around him dragged him over right after. With a guttural groan, he buried himself as deep as he could go and emptied himself inside her, his release hot and endless, mixing with her own fluids in the impossibly tight space.
He collapsed atop her, both of them breathing in ragged, shattered gasps. After a moment, he carefully, gently, withdrew the dildo and then himself. Another rush of fluid followed, the messy, intimate evidence of what heâd just put her through.
He gathered her limp, trembling form against his chest, pressing soft kisses to her hair, her temple, her swollen lips.
âYou did so well for me, so perfect, so good. I have you. Iâve got you, just relax, baby.â
I dont know if its already thought of but do you know the torture method where they put a bucket of water overhead and then drop of water will slowly fall continuously until the victim mind break. This with clit torture. Where the water is kept above the clit and it falls repeatedly over the course of time
OH THIS IS SO SO SO GOOD!
She was frozen, on her back, trapped in an elegant tangle of limbs and restraints. Legs drawn back and upwards, knees bent and spread wide, held in place with her own arms, rope forcing her forearms and lower legs together in a way that keeps her entirely spread. The position was absolute, her pussy presented and opened to the empty air and the horrible contraption above.
A polished reservoir of water was held in place directly above her with a drip valve perfectly in line over her clit. Already, there was a single droplet of water gathering, the cohesion of the liquid holding it together for as long as physics would allow.
Until it fell.
It was a shock of pure, focused cold. A tiny, icy bullet striking the single most concentrated bundle of nerves in her body. Her entire frame jolted against the restraints, a gasp ripped from her throat. The cold was a pain, sharp and clean.
Eight seconds later, another droplet fell. Her clit contracted, trying to retreat, but the position and the exposure made it impossible. The cold water beaded on the swollen flesh before trickling away.
Another eight seconds. She held her breath, waiting, her nerves screaming in anticipation. The drop hit. Another flinch and shudder, a muted whine coming from her throat.
In a desperate attempt to protect the delicate tissue, blood began to flood her clit, a physiological response to the cold. It brought warmth. It brought swelling. It brought a throbbing, aching sensitivity.
The next drip sent her hips straining in a minute, helpless spasm. Then, in the long, agonizing pause in between drips there was only the sensation of her pounding heart and the aching, swollen fullness between her legs, the air cold on her wet skin. The anticipation was a vise around her lungs.
A single, isolated drop again. She whimpered.
The targeted, piercing cold seemed to bypass skin and go straight to the nerve cluster beneath.
Time bled together, measured only in drops and her bodyâs tortured response. The cold was still there, a relentless, focused shock, but beneath it, a deep, unwanted heat was building. Her body, unbalanced by the relentless stimulation of the nerve bundle, began to interpret the signals through a haze of exhaustion and overload.
Waves of treacherous warmth would follow after every drop, a pathetic, involuntary pulse of arousal from her betrayed core. Her cunt, ignored and exposed, began to leak. Her wetness dripped down onto the steel table beneath her, a shameful counterpoint to the icy drops from above.
Her clit was no longer just sensitive, it became a throbbing, engorged epicenter of her universe. Soon it wasnât just the drop of water that was torturous. The time in between became a haunting suffering filled with craving. Because when the water fell, it meant she got to feel something.
Another drop. Her overwhelmed (but understimulated) cunt clenched hard around nothing, a violent, empty spasm that brought her to the very edge of something before the sensation vanished, leaving her trembling and hollow.
Her body shook with a fine, constant vibration, the tremor of a system pushed far beyond its limits. Her mind was fracturing. There were no more thoughts of escape, of resistance, of time, of anything. There was only the swollen, burning nerve of her clit, the slick drip between her thighs, water combined with her own wetness, the sheer longing for the next⊠inevitable⊠drop.
Her pupils were dilated wide, black pools swallowing the irises, fixed on nothing. Her clit, twitching, swollen, and painfully prominent, throbbed under every bead of icy water.
There was no pleasure, only the raw, mechanical fact of the response. With each drip, her core shuddered. They werenât the powerful, rhythmic contractions of orgasm, but weak, twitching spasms, each one a desperate cry for help with no one to listen to.
If sheâd had enough coherence to look at the reservoir of water above her, she would have seen that it was still more than half full and there was no one coming to save her.
Note: Now imagine it's dripping an aphrodisiac instead of just water...
The forest was a beautiful place, backlit by the setting sun, a picturesque peace broken only by the frantic, gasping sobs of a woman running for her life.
Her feet pounded against the mossy ground, her simple linen dress, once the color of cream, was now torn and smudged with dirt and sap. Her chest burned, each breath a ragged, desperate prayer. She didnât know where she was going, only that she had to get away.
âRun, little rabbit! Run!â The voice echoed from behind her, carrying with a chilling, conversational ease. It slithered between the trees, finding her no matter how she twisted and turned. âI can hear you panting. I can smell your sweet fear, pretty girl.â
She could hear the casual crunch of his boots on the undergrowth, a steady, unhurried pace. He was toying with her.
âWhen I catch you,â he called, his tone conversational, âIâm going to pin you to this forest floor. Iâm going to see if you scream as prettily as you run.â
A sob tore from her throat. She stumbled, her hand scraping against rough bark as she righted herself. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic beat in her body. The fear was a physical thing, a cold sludge in her veins, tightening her throat and blurring her vision with tears.
âIâm going to ruin that pretty dress,â he sang out. âIâm going to tear it from your trembling body and use the scraps to gag your pathetic cries. Youâll be my little forest whore, wonât you? My dirty, trembling bitch.â
The vulgarity, the sheer hatred in the words, lanced through her with terror and a fresh wave of helplessness. She pushed harder, her muscles screaming in protest, branches whipping at her face and arms. But his voice was always there, a predatorâs purr in her ear.
âYouâre getting tired. I can see you slowing down. Your legs are shaking. Itâs okay. Just stop. Accept it. You were born for this, to be taken, to be used. A brainless little slut, too pretty for your own good, too desperate to be left alone.â
No, no, no, her mind chanted, a useless mantra against the onslaught. The ground began to slope upwards towards a rocky outcrop she knew had a small crevice. A hiding place. Hope, frail and desperate, flared in her chest. She scrambled up the incline, her fingers digging into the cold stone.
She was almost there. The dark mouth of the crevice was just three feet away.
A hand, strong as an iron band, closed around her ankle.
A scream, raw and shattered, erupted from her as she was yanked backwards. Her body slid down the rock, the rough surface scraping the skin along her knees and palms. She landed in a heap at the base of the outcrop, the wind knocked from her lungs.
He stood over her, a silhouette against the fading light. He wasnât even breathing hard. A cruel, beautiful smile played on his lips. His eyes held no mercy, only a dark, avid hunger.
âGot you,â he said softly.
She scrambled backwards, a wounded animal, but there was nowhere to go. The rock was at her back. He took a single, deliberate step forward, and then he was on her.
His weight was immense, crushing the air from her lungs. He pinned her wrists above her head with one large hand, his grip bruising. The other hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat. She writhed, bucked, kicked, but it was like fighting a mountain.
âPlease,â she whimpered, the word barely audible. âPlease, no, donâtââ
âDonât what?â he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. âDonât claim whatâs mine? Youâve been mine since I first saw you. A stupid whore playing pretend. Iâm going to see what a terrified, worthless bitch feels like from the inside.â
With a brutal rip, he tore her dress open from neck to waist. The cool forest air hit her exposed skin, and a new kind of terror, deeper and more intimate, seized her. He laughed, a low, cruel sound, as he looked his fill. âPretty,â he mused, his free hand roughly groping her breast, pinching the nipple until she cried out. âSo pretty and so worthless.â
A rough tear and her panties were in tatters, torn of her body unceremoniously. He didnât bother undressing himself fully. He merely loosened his pants, freeing his erection, already thick and angry-looking. She squeezed her eyes shut, turning her head away, trying to disappear into the moss and stone.
âLook at me,â he snarled, shaking her by the hair. âLook at me while I fuck you, you brainless cunt.â
When she refused, he slapped her, not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to sting, to humiliate. Her eyes flew open, meeting his gaze. He smiled. âGood girl.â
There was no preparation, no gentleness. He positioned himself and drove into her in one brutal, tearing thrust.
Her world dissolved into white-hot pain. A shattered scream was trapped in her chest, coming out as a choked gasp. Her body went rigid, every muscle locked in agonized protest. He was too big, he was destroying her.
He groaned above her, a sound of pure, dark pleasure. âFuck, youâre tight,â he hissed. âTighter than I imagined. Clenching around me like a little virgin whore. Is this what you wanted? Hmm? All that running, just to get fucked like this?â
He began to move, setting a punishing, rhythmic pace. Each thrust was a violation, a hammer blow that shook her entire frame. The pain was a living thing, but beneath it, a traitorous heat began to bloom. Her body, submitting to him, started to help his violent invasion, her pussy becoming wet. The obscene sound of it filled the small space between them, mingling with her sobs and his grunts.
He felt it. Of course he felt it.
A monstrous laugh burst from him. âYou feel that?â he taunted, driving into her with renewed vigor. âYour worthless cunt is weeping for it. Milking my cock like you were made for it. You are a slut. A desperate, dripping little slut.â
The shame was worse than the pain. Her body was cooperating, betraying her terror, creating a slick, hot sheath for his cruelty. With every deep plunge, her inner muscles fluttered involuntarily, gripping him, pulling him deeper.
âYou like it,â he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. âYou canât help it. This is all youâre good for. This is your purpose.â
He shifted then, keeping his brutal pace with one hand still pinning her wrists, the other snaking down between their sweat-slicked bodies. His thumb found the swollen, sensitive nub of her clit.
She jerked as if burned. âNo!â she cried, a weak, futile protest.
But he was relentless. He circled her clit, not with any hint of pleasure, but with a precise, torturous pressure. It was agony and stimulation fused into one unbearable sensation. Her hips, against her will, gave a tiny, involuntary buck.
âThere it is,â he crooned, his thumb working her cruelly. âThereâs the little whore, begging for it. Clench for me. Come on. Milk my cock like the good, brainless bitch you are.â
She shrieked, her body bowing. The dual assault was too much. The hard, deep fucking and the vicious stimulation on her clit short-circuited her terror, overwriting it with a brutal, overwhelming wave of sensation. Her pussy convulsed around him, clamping down in a series of violent, involuntary spasms.
A shuddering release tore through her, wringing broken moans from her lips. It was not pleasure, it was a seizure of shame, a physical surrender so absolute it felt like dying.
He threw his head back and roared with laughter, the sound echoing off the stones. âYes! Thatâs it! Cum on my cock, you pathetic slut!â
The torture of her clit continued, and the shameful, overwhelming sensitivity after the first climax made the second one come faster, even more intense. She sobbed uncontrollably, her body no longer her own, convulsing around him in helpless, degrading waves of pleasure-pain.
âAw,â he cooed, his tone viciously mocking. âWhat a sensitive little clit attached to a stupid whoreâs body.â
The overstimulation was catastrophic. She screamed, her body bowing, trying to escape the dual assault, but he held her fast. Every nerve felt flayed raw. Her vision spotted with white and black.
He laughed again, a genuine sound of delight. âToo bad,â he grunted, driving into her with renewed vigor, spurred on by her convulsions. âYour pleasure doesnât matter right now. Come on, clench that stupid fucking cunt around me, make me feel good.â
Her body, trapped in a delirious cycle of overstimulation, clenched around him uncontrollably with each cruel rub of his thumb, each deep, possessive thrust. She was lost in a haze of pain, shame, and unbearable sensation, her mind finally, completely blank.
His movements became erratic, animalistic. He was close. He leaned down, his lips against her ear. âYouâre going to take my seed now, you worthless slut. Iâm going to breed this pretty, empty cunt. And youâre going to thank me for it.â
The sight of her, broken and weeping, coming apart beneath him, was the final trigger. With a final, deep, possessive snarl, he buried himself to the hilt and held there. She felt the hot, sudden flood of his release filling her, claiming her in the most primal way possible.
For a several long moments, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing. Then, he slowly pulled out of her, watching with dark satisfaction as his seed leaked onto the moss beneath her.
âA pretty, bred whore,â he said, his voice mean. He leaned down, pressing against her and keeping her still, and for a second, she flinched, expecting another blow. He merely tucked a strand of her sweat-dampened hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her skin softly.
His voice was different when he spoke this time. âDonât forget who owns you.â The mean, taunting edge was gone, replaced by the familiar, beloved baritone that she fell asleep to every night. The words held a different meaning this time.
She blinked up at him, her eyes wide. The frantic energy of the chase and the brutal coupling was fading, leaving her boneless and buzzing.
âColor?â he asked, his thumb stroking her cheek, wiping away a smudge of dirt.
A slow, wobbly smile spread across her face. âGreen,â she whispered, her voice hoarse. âSo, so green.â
A boyish grin broke across his face, erasing any semblance of the monster from just moments ago. He leaned down and kissed her, properly this time, a soft, lingering press of lips that spoke of reverence, not conquest. âYou were incredible,â he murmured against her mouth. âMy brave, beautiful girl.â
She nuzzled into his touch, body relaxing into his.
He maneuvered the two of them, situating her more comfortably against his own body, away from the hardness of the rock and the ground. âDid I hurt you? For real?â
âOnly in the best ways,â she sighed, stretching languidly, feeling the pleasant aches settle in. âYou were⊠very convincing. I almost believed you didnât like me.â
He shook his head, a fond, exasperated look on his face. âI could never not like you.â
He shrugged out of shirt and wrapped it around her shoulders, enveloping her in his residual warmth. âCome on. Letâs get you home and into a hot bath.â
He stood, lifting her effortlessly into his arms as if she weighed nothing. She looped her arms around his neck, resting her head against his shoulder, feeling every bit the pampered, cherished princess she was.
âYou were really mean,â she mumbled into his skin as he began the careful walk back through the woods.
âI know,â he said, pressing a kiss to her temple. âYou liked it.â
She nodded against him, âBut my hair is ruined. I think thereâs a small treeâs worth of leaves in it.â
âYour hair is perfect. And Iâll wash it for you. With the fancy conditioner you like.â
âOkay. And can you rub my feet?â
âYes, maâam.â
âAlso I want a burger.â
He laughed, the sound echoing softly in the quieting forest. âYour every wish is my command, my pretty girl.â He adjusted his grip on her, holding her tighter. âI love you, you know. More than anything.â
âI know. I love you too.â
Note: Sometimes I feel like all of my stories are basically the same thing just with slightly tweaks but then I'm like... yes the world needs more deliciously dark smut with yummy aftercare... and so here I am, providing it đ
