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Please send the most disgusting detailed rape threats you can think of
I want to live stream how I slowly train your ass to stretch until you look broken.
Starting with you being tight enough to feel my thumb move in your hole to taking my balled up fist at a rapid speed. Slowly show people how your asshole grows bigger and sloppy, show them how a true anal slut comes to be.
Every time I move up to a larger plug they get to see your hole try to resist it before greedily swallowing the whole thing up and hear your soft protests transition into nonsense moans of being so full.
Using my hands, buttplugs, dildos, pumps, beads and all kinds of other toys to relentlessly fuck and tease your sensetive rim. Have you tied up and completly untouched except for the full attention I'm giving your ass. Making sure to keep you on the edge and away from any real orgasm since all you need to be happy is anal stimulation.
The first time you take my cock and lose your anal virginity will be seen by a bunch of strangers that know you'll take much more before I'm done with you. You knowing it too and squeezing my cock harder at the thought while I pound you deep and your arousal spreads through your whole body.
Making sure I give you my fist before you stretch too much so it's still a challange for you and I get to hear your grunts and cries mixed in with all the lustful groans. Then spending a full hour with just my fist in your hole, getting you used to having something constantly filling you up. Slowly moving it around in your guts, teasing your rim to it's limits with the widest part unforgivingly holding you open, going fast and then frustratingly slow or just staying still until you can't help but rock your body back onto me to feel something move.
Give you a hefty enema of lube and oil so you're prepared for the inflatable dildoplug I intend on keeping inside you until you can take the biggest size. Telling you to try and push it out with every few pumps only to hold it in place so it can never truly slip out. Loving the way you struggle to force your hole to stretch wider until the inflated toy is so big you have to pant and strain to get it past your tired hole and then finally let you fully expell it. Your hole will have been forced into a fucked out gaping mess of the tight little thing it once was and to finish it off I'd fist punch you until the overstimulation of it all makes you pass out.
Ending the live stream on a close up shot of your wrecked hole leaking lube.
break a cuntboy till he admits he’s just a stupid little girl, orgasm after orgasm after- “oh are you crying? cum some more.”
ruin him her until all she can do is refer to herself using her cunt, “please my pussy can’t take any more, my dumb clit is gonna cum again, please stop” but don’t actually stop until she’s a drooling, moaning mess.
god i’m so fucking horny
♡ The Sleep Over ♡
At a sleepover with my friend, smoking, drinking, hanging out.. laughing at each other's silliness until i get so high and drunk im practically unconscious. I didn't know my friend has had a crush on me for a long time, and they know i have a boyfriend, but we're still close.. so close they began slowly stripping my limp body of every article of clothing, being careful not to startle me. They spread my legs open and lightly play with my pussy, almost tickling it. It was already wet from the cold air hitting it but the sensation from being high and touched made it wetter. There was no reaction from me so they continued, soon putting their mouth on my silky slit. It caused me to groan and move around slightly, my face wrinkling in the process, however they didn't back down because they just loved the taste of me so much. Licking every last bit of my juices up and ignoring my groans, they decided they had enough. The growing pain against their zipper was just too much for them to handle. They flipped me onto my stomach and raised my hips to meet theirs while holding their cock steady against my pussy. As they pushed the tip in, they leaned over to my ear and quietly whispered, "im so.. so sorry for whats about to happen. Please.. dont hate me. I love you, so much." And with that, they began pleasuring themselves with my knocked out body and recording this act for their own pleasure later. My groaning turned to light moans as i began groggily waking up from the pleasure i was receiving. I tried to look back at him, but my head was so heavy and my vision was all blurry.. i forgot where i was, what i was doing, didnt know what was going on but it felt so good. "Mm.. Daddyy..", i moaned softly, lightly pushing my hips back into his thinking it was my boyfriend. He felt a little bigger but i wasnt worried at all, my brain was just too clouded. I wanted more of this feeling, every thrust and every moan he gave out spiraled me deeper into euphoria. "Fuck.. your pussy feels so good.. So sticky.. creamy.. tight.. warm.. i dont want to stop.. i cant..", he whispered to himself. He was so deep in the moment he hadnt noticed i was awake, and i had recognized the voice. It startled me to know my bestfriend of all people would do something like this to me. However i had no energy in me, the euphoria mixed with being all storts of drugged out, i just couldn't fight back. I hated the feeling, i hated he would do this, i hated every second of him shoving his cock in and out of me.. but i loved it, i loved it all. I loved the minutes, maybe even hours, that he fucked my limp body.. i couldnt tell how long he did it, i just know it was to the point he couldnt hold out much longer and he let loose his entire load inside of me. The next day i pretended nothing even happened, and i continued to sleepover with him.
I want someone to get me high, really high. Get me to take hit after hit until I can't think straight. The higher I get, the hornier I get. My pussy is dripping wet when you pull me close and slid your fingers into my soaked cunt. The only thing I'm able to focus on is the pleasure you're giving me. It makes me moan greedily. I begin to squirt all over your fingers. Everything is soaked. You pull your hand away from my pretty pussy. I whine, as if to say 'please, play with me more.' You move my body, since I'm barely able to stand, and bend me over the couch. I try to figure out what's going on when all of a sudden I feel your entire cock thrust inside me. You hold it deep in my pussy, unmoving. I can feel your hard cock pressing on my cervix. It's deliciously uncomfortable. "You like when my cock is shoved inside you, don't you whore?" you growl into my ear. You begin pounding me mercilessly. I squirm and moan underneath you. It feels amazing to be used by you. I'm so turned on knowing that even if I wanted you to stop, there's nothing I could do. "You're nothing but a cocksleeve. A hole for me to fuck whenever I please" you say as you push my face down into the cushion. "And now I'm going to fill your pretty pussy with my sweet cum". I start to understand the words you're saying. You can't come inside me, I'll get pregnant. I trying to get away from you but I'm pinned between you and the couch. I use my arms to try and push you off but it's no use. I'm too weak and dazed. You pin my arms behind my back and say "There's no use fighting, you're my little cum dump and I'm going to fill you to the brim with my seed". Your thrusts become faster and faster. I try to let out a scream but you cover my mouth with your other hand. My desperate attempts to get away are futile. You laugh as you watch me try and fail. "Here it comes, slut!" You announce. I let out a muffled scream as your cock empties into my womb. You pumped me full of your sweet, sticky semen. You pull out. Leaving me naked, draped over the couch, leaking your seed out of my abused cunt. You grab me by the hair and pull my ear towards your lips while you lovingly say "You were such a good fuck toy. I'll be using you again very soon."
Praising you for every hit so you smoke yourself braindead.
“There’s my good girl, keep going.”
“You’re too high? No baby, you’re just overheating. Let’s take these clothes off.”
“Shh, it’s okay. You’re so beautiful like this.”
“You’re dizzy? Lay down, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”
“Don’t worry about what my hands are doing. You want a body high don’t you?”
“‘Atta girl, hit it again.”
....what happened?
CW: GATE program, memory loss, hypnosis, astral travel, lucid dreaming, descriptions of gore and sa.
I've been down some fairly deep rabbit holes over the last few years and I still have so many more questions than answers. Now, what I'm about to say will go into conspiracy theory territory as there's no way for me to physically prove any of this.
I got triggered by a sound a few years ago. A very specific series of boops and beeps over some very soft white noise I think is indicative of the time it was recorded, but perhaps was also an intentional sound layer. I do not know. After a moment, a male voice comes on and welcomes you to the experience. This is where it changes from what I remembered, so I set off trying to find out more.
One of my go-to hypno fantasies is set in a dystopian govt-run fertility clinic. birth control and elective surgeries for birth control are highly regulated and gatekept; usually in order to access any of these things, ppl with wombs are forced to undergo evaluation, both mentally and physically, in order to determine whether they're really "sure" and not making a hasty decision. it's bullshit, of course -- it's just a way of setting up obsticals to prevent access to birth control altogther. i'm stubborn though, and i've known my whole life that i've never wanted children, so i dig my heels in and get myself an appointment at the clinic to discuss getting my tubes tied. even on the phone, they're already trying to dissuade me: "what about something less extreme? let's discuss the pill first, then wait and see if you change your mind?" but i refuse to relent, and begrudgingly they schedule me in for evaluation. months out, of course.
i arrive at the clinic and roll my eyes at the blatant propaganda everywhere, from the highly feminine decor to the posters advocating for motherhood and even, incredibly, "respecting nature". it was repugnant, but made me more determined than ever to stick to my guns.
the first stage of the examination is a one on one interview/assessment with a clinician. she sees me to a back room, somewhere quiet and out of the way. like everywhere else, the furnishings are very feminine and there's a strange perfume in the air that honestly gives me a bit of a headache bc it's so sickly sweet. I'm directed to sit down on a very plush sofa that i practically sink into, but i have to admit it's at the very least comfortable. the clinician starts asking me basic and innocuous questions about my medical history at first, but the conversation eventually turns more personal in nature. she asks me where my hesitance toward motherhood comes from. i tell her that there is no hesitance; i simply don't want it. she frowns in a pitying, almost disbelieving way and makes a few notes on her clipboard, then says in that case i would have no problem undergoing more a rigorous psychoanalysis. this irritates me, as i've already been here for easily an hour and made myself very plain, but i know they're just trying to frustrate me into giving up. she hands me a consent form and i quickly skim it, honestly too distracted by all the vibrant colours and strong smells to pay too much attention to what i'm signing, but it's not like i haven't done that with other contracts before. when i hand the paper back to the clinician, she smiles at me and proceeds to explain the next step of the analysis.
in order to determine that i am entirely committed to my decision, i will be tested for subconscious psychological indicators that indicate a stronger affinity to motherhood than I'm stating outright. I squint bc this sounds like a load of pseudo scientific crap, but i already signed the contract and leaving now means i won't get what i came here for, so i nod along with a bit of an eyeroll. I ask how long this test is going to take, and nearly choke when she indicates that it's going to be a sleep study. they want to keep me here ALL NIGHT?! fucking ridiculous. it doesn't conflict with my schedule though, so i just grimace and let her continue. finally she said that in order to speed up the process as much as possible, the physical evaluation will be conducted at the same time as the psychoanalysis. i raise an eyebrow at that, since i don't much like the idea of random clinicians performing a physical on me (for whatever reason) as I'm possibly sleeping, but she tells me that the physical eval is largely recorded by their technological equipment. fantastic, i think. guess i'm going to be hooked up to wires all night too!
with all that finally out of the way, the clinician takes me out of her office and further into the clinic. we approach a kind of examination room with a table in the middle. the clinician proceeds to hand me a medical gown and informs me that i will need to change before the analysis proceeds. she gives me some privacy to change, and takes all of my belongings with her - including my phone. I don't much like this, but she claims i wont be able to use it anyway, and it's presence will interfere with the equipment or whatever. i quickly send a few texts off to people who might wonder where i am and give the clinician my clothes and phone. she leaves for a moment to set them aside, and tells me to lie down on the table.
the table is surprisingly soft. I'm not sure what material covers the surface, but it i find myself almost sculpted into it when i lie down. it would almost be comfortable if not for the fact the table is designed for me to be splayed out like a starfish, and as soon as the clician returns to the room, i notice she has brought back several leather straps with her.
seeing this nearly makes me bolt up, but she explains the restraints are for my own safety. I am being monitored at all times while in this room, but during the proceedure, it's better for me to not move involuntarily. plus, when i fall asleep, i wouldnt want to accidentally roll off onto the floor and get tangled up in wires. it seems reasonable enough, so i relax and allow her to strap me down to the table: my ankles, wrists, forearms, and mid section are all snuggly strapped in, and then the clinician begins to attach various electrodes or other sensors to my skin -- some of which get placed directly on my breasts. when she's finished, the clincian tells me that I'm all ready to go and will start the analyses as soon as i'm ready. i want to get this over with, so i nod and she leaves the room. but only for a moment.
the clinician returns with a helmet of some kind; something that would cover the entirety of my face. i start to question her about it but she either doesn't hear or ignores me, and places the helmet contraption over my face. my vision is plunged into darkness and i realize the mask has covered my nose and mouth as well; i can still breathe but i have no idea if i can be heard with this thing on! i try to struggle to get the helmet off my head, but there's a strap around my chin that keeps it in place. i feel panic set in as i realize what kind of position I'm now in, but almost as soon as i think I'm going to start screaming, i smell that perfume filter through the helmet. the smell is stronger than before and makes me dizzy almost instantly, but i feel a sense of calm along with it, too, even though nothing about this situation should be calming.
suddenly, the helmet i'm wearing whirrs to life with both sound and images. I have to actively resist the urge to blush when i realize what I'm listening to, what I'm seeing. incomprehensible whispers fill my ears along with moans of pleasure, timed together with flashes of pornographic and pregnant imagery. deep down it feels all very silly; is their psychoanalysis trying to determine whether this stuff makes me horny? i close my eyes, not willing to let some perfectly natural hormonal response skew my results. obviously, if they're going to flood my senses with porn, I'm going to get a little turned on. especially when they look so happy and blissful, just breeding their brains away.
I shake myself as i notice the way my thoughts just trailed there, but in doing so i open my eyes again. i notice a spiral has entered the visuals before me, and i find myself drawn into it. are those words flashing in front of me? they disappear so quickly that i have trouble reading them, but i should focus on trying anyway. I should focus on this feeling, this lack of control, this natural submission. all the breeding sluts happily accept their role, their place, their need to breed. it's my duty. it's my natural state. I don't need to think, i need to sink. I need to submit to my natural desires, the ones I've been denying for so long. can't you feel how wet you are? Don't you crave the feeling of a hard cock sliding between your folds, filling you up with his seed? we can tell how fertile you are, whore. just once would be enough to breed you. don't you want to try it? Of course you do. It's simple biology. You were born to be bred, and so you will stay here in this facility, kept docile and horny and constantly pregnant and full of cock. anything else you would have contributed to the world pales in comparison to this. It makes you so happy and mindless to know that your purpose has been found.
i feel the table move, pulling my legs apart as i mindlessly take in the words that i read, hear, and obey. i feel a pressure at my pussy, and moan as the artificial inseminator spreads my lips and begins to fuck me. more of the gas floods my senses, evaporating what was left of my resistance, and i feel the electrodes on my breasts begin to stimulate them for milk production. I sigh, contented, as I watch, listen, moan, squirm. I can't believe i almost gave this up out of sheer stubborness... fortunately, the clinic knows what's best for me, so I never have to think for myself again. I can't wait to be a mindless breeder.
Beautiful ❤️
I want to corrupt you. I want to completely and absolutely break your brain, forcing you to rub and edge your cunt to the most disgusting things imaginable, until your cunt gets soaked to it. To feel so conflicted for being so turned on until something in your brain flips and now you can’t get off unless it’s complete depravity. Making you cum and cum over again to nastier, and nastier things until you’re a broken, ruined horny mess of a toy that touches herself to any sick thing she comes across. You’ll never be able to go back to regular porn again
Cock whore this, dirty slut that.
No sir. You don’t understand.
When I tell men I want to be treated like a whore I don’t mean cute leashes and crawling to you all sexy. Treat me like a runaway teen who ask if you want a fuck for twenty bucks outside a truck stop. Imagine that I’m so desperate I’ll let you do anything to me.
Bend me over in your back seat and don’t tell me you’re going to fuck me raw and pump your cum into me. Make me get naked. Make me spread my holes. Use me in ways you have only ever thought of, dreamed of, things you would be ashamed to do to your girlfriend or wife. Tell me they’d never let someone treat them like you’re about treat me, because they have self respect, because their lives have meaning.
Punch my tits, slap my face, kick my cunt, make me cry out in pain and then shut me up by fucking my face until I can’t breath. Make me crawl on the filthy floor as you piss on me, make me chase the stream and cut up my knees trying to catch it in my mouth and when I don’t get enough of it make me lick it off the floor while you rape my ass. Pull out only to run the length through my folds, against my clit, tell me I’m a sick bitch for having a wet pussy and then go back and forth between fucking both holes and tell me to oink like a pig or moo like a cow depending on which one you’re using. Slap the back of my head each time I get it mixed up. Make me suck you clean every time you dump a fresh load inside of me and then scoop up the drippings and rub it on my face.
Tell me constantly that I’m a worthless piece of shit, that I’m going to pay you for every load of hot cum you waste inside of me.
Make me suck on your balls while you rub your cock on my face and talk about how no one would notice if I never came back. Make me beg for my life while I bounce on your cock and tell me it depends on whether I can make you cum, then start counting and don’t tell me what you’re counting up to. Make love to my abused cunt with your hand around my throat and your lips to my ear as you moan over and over again, “I’m going to fucking kill you, I’m going to fucking kill you.”
Make me masturbate while dunking my head in the toilet and when I cum grudgingly admit that at the very least it’s funny to watch me being such a stupid fucking whore.
When you’re done with me spit on my body and leave me on the floor, exhausted and covered in fluids. Take a picture and text it to me with a heart before you leave. Let me know our first date was just ok and I’m going to have to try harder if I want you to keep fucking me.
…when I tell you I want men to use me, I mean this.
Everyone talks about sex blah blah blah, but you know what’s truly intimate and sensual. Kissing. I’d rather spend and hour making someone feel special kissing rather than fucking them.
rn i fully recant my statement. i need to fuck someone so feral that we generate a dust ball cloud tornado
I want a cock thrusting in and out of my pussy with a vibrator on my clit for hours and hours until my mind is all fuzzy and my drool dripping down to my tits just unable to think about anything :(
It’s going to be so embarrassing when you cum on your rapist’s cock for the first time. Sobbing and shaking as you’re viciously fucked apart like a cheap fucksleeve, unable to keep a moan from escaping while you’re pumped full like some cheap streetmeat whore. Broken and braindead. Just a thing. Just a hole.
you drugging me and taking pictures of my sleeping body. uncovering it slowly, getting good shots of my innocent, relaxed face, my soft tits. spreading my legs to inspect my cunt, finding it wet enough to press a couple fingers inside. testing how deep my sleep is, appreciating the strength of the sleeping pill keeping me slack and unconscious. you finger me deep and slow, enjoying the wet sounds and my quiet grunts and little huffed breaths. the air hitching in my lungs is addictive, and you plunge your fingers deeply over and over to elicit those noises
pulling out your camera, you take pictures of my pretty cunt gripping your fingers while you adjust your hard dick in your pants. you use the wetness of my cunt to lube up my asshole, playing with the tight ring of muscle. you lose yourself for a while, stretching the hole gently, almost forgetting your camera entirely. it’s not until you’ve inserted a plug that you remember, snapping an image of the little jewel between my cheeks. you massage it with your middle finger, and the stimulation makes me moan into the pillows
at a certain point, you just can’t hold out anymore, and you pull out your cock and stroke it by my face, slicking the head with precum before sliding it along my parted lips. you groan and grip harder, cum dripping on my cheek before you force my jaw open and push it all the way into my throat. both hands grip my face as you fuck my mouth mercilessly, one thumb against my bottom lip to feel your wet dick slip in and out
leaving my room with a camera roll full of homemade porn you made without my knowledge
I want to be a sloppy free use hole for pervy old men to fuck their throbbing cocks into! I want to be bent over in front of a line of people, pent up from their long hard day at work ready to dump load after load into their needy public free use fuck meat!! I’d be so wet, clenching around their hard cocks, I’d be practically milking them like the good breeding bitch I am