Raping you in front of your missing news report. Making you watch your parents crying on TV begging for you to come home, slapping you and forcing you to apologize for being so easy to kidnap and rape. Making you kiss your parents goodbye on the screen, your tears dripping down it as your face rubs against it with every thrust.
when “just the tip” becomes “i really need to use you” becomes “i’m sorry, it’s not my fault when you look like that” becomes “hold still for me, i’ll be gentle” becomes “shut up and take it, this is what you’re made for, slut”
fuck, i really fucking need to be at the mercy of someone who’ll get turned on by my tears. i need to be helpless, to be only hurt more and fucked harder the more i beg for them to stop.
we’ve been hanging out at some bar for about an hour when i started to lose my patience. i kept fidgeting and squirming but she didn’t seem to notice it - she just kept talking and laughing along with her friends. i lightly touched her shoulder.
“i’m gonna go to the bathroom”.
she looked at me and raised her brow slightly.
“okay”.
thankfully, the bathroom was empty - there weren’t too many people at the bar today - and i could just lean against the cool wall and rub my pussy over the clothes, panting slightly and arching my back. i’d only been doing that for a few sweet seconds when the door opened. i opened my eyes immediately and saw her. she was smirking.
“are you being naughty?”
“i’m sorry…” - my hand stopped rubbing but i couldn’t stop myself from keeping the pleasant pressure on my clit.
she came up to me and shook her head.
“why can’t you behave yourself at least while we’re out with friends?”
“i’m sorry. i’m sorry, please, let’s go home”.
“why do you wanna go home?”
“i want you to… i… please… please, i can’t take it anymore”.
she chuckled and stroked my cheek.
“so that’s you, huh? can’t even get through one night out without being used as a sex doll?”
i closed my eyes and nodded. she pulled me away from the wall and led me to the mirror, standing behind me and making me look on myself. she rolled up my shirt so my tits would wouldn’t be covered and squeezed one of them, putting her other hand in my pants, rubbing my wet needy pussy. i moaned loudly, shaking in her hold a little.
“yeah, good doll, so happy to be touched”.
she pushed down my pants and pulled one of my legs out of them. then she pushed my chest onto the counter and raised my free leg so my knee would be ob the counter too, exposing my holes, stuffed with toys.
“can’t believe you keep thinking about getting fucked even while we’re just hanging out with my friends, such a dirty, dirty slut…”
i whined and moaned more as she pulled out a small toy from my pussy and pushed it back, making me feel it’s small vibrations again. then she pulled it out altogether and pressed it to my clit and i almost screamed, arching my back. she pushed her fingers into me.
“i should’ve known you’ll be like this, you keep getting sluttier and you’re thinking less and less these days,” - she was fucking me stupid with her fingers (just enough of them for me to really feel the stretch) while the toy was going off on my clit, making me moan obscenely and bringing me closer and closer to the edge. - “i wonder how soon you’ll just be in a permanent heat, using words only when you need to beg and keeping your thighs spread all the time”.
i laid there, exposed, too weak from the pleasure to move and drooling onto the counter.
“are you close?”
i was, i was so close, my moans got just a bit more desperate…
and then she removed her hands, making me writhe and sob.
“did you think i was gonna reward you for being naughty?”
i moved my hips back and forth desperately, seeking touch but finding none. i felt my eyes get wetter.
“get up”.
i struggled to pull myself up so she took hold of my hair and helped me, making me whine. without letting go of my hair, she looked into my eyes in the mirror and pressed the toy to my lips.
“suck it. taste how fucking pathetic you are”.
i obediently took it in my mouth and moaned involuntarily. she laughed.
“dumb whore”, - her voice sounded almost affectionate.
then she returned the toy back in my pussy without turning it off.
“i’m going back now and i expect you to join us soon, too”.
daydreaming about my kidnapper throwing my gagged n tied up self into their trunk, telling me we’re going on a field trip for the day, only to find out they took me to be used and abused by their friends all day long
okay but imagine a fucked up game of hide and seek with your kidnapper
“okay darling. i want to play a game, you know how much i like games don’t you? in a minute, i’m going to step out of this room and count to 10. you’ll have alllll of that time to run and hide. but let me be very clear, i expect you to be well hidden. because i can promise you. you don’t want to know what i’m going to do to you when i find you.”
you heart was pounding through your chest. you’ve never been allowed outside of your room, and only having 10 seconds to find your way around made your heart sink into your stomach.
“okay, i’ll be right outside this door. i hope you can give me a challenge, for your own sake.” they say as they turn around and slowly closing the door behind them. you can hear them, their singsong voice. “oneeeeee. twoooooo. threeeeee…“
you bolt to the door on the opposite side of the room, rushing to grab the doorknob. as you go to twist it, your vision goes fuzzy when you realize.. you can’t. it’s locked. “fiveeeee. siiiiiiiiix…” you shake it violently, twisting and turning it in all directions but to no avail. your breath starts picking up, your heart is pounding, tears well up in your eyes. “eighttttt. nineeeeee. ten. ready or not.. here i come.”
as they step back into the room they find you, having slid down to the floor with your knees tucked to your chest, tears staining your face. “oh my, how pathetic. you wanted to be found, didn’t you? i always knew you loved it you little slut, you can’t fool me. ill take everything to new heights tonight, as a treat for being such a good, desperate thing for me.”
they slowly inch close to you, gently lifting you chin up with a single finger and wiping the tears from your face with another. “ill be back in 5 minutes, i expect you to be exposed and in position when i get back sweetheart.” as you lift yourself up off the ground, feeling painfully weighed down by fear, you slowly walked back into your room. the only space you’ll ever know again. never breaking eye contact with them, no matter how much it hurt to see the darkness in their eyes. how difficult it was to watch a smirk slowly twitch across their face.
you continue to watch them carefully as they reach for the handle, discovering as you did that the door is locked. and with a laugh that sent chills down your spine they say “oh how silly of me, i must’ve forgotten i locked the door!”
i wanna be such a good little pet for my kidnapper until they finally let me sleep in a bed instead of on the floor with a puppy crate mat that barely keeps me comfortable, much less warm.
i want to anxiously await night time, following directly behind them, being so excited i couldn’t even contain myself. until i see THEIR bed, with cuffs attached to one side. one pair towards the top, and other towards the bottom.
you aren’t being rewarded with a good night sleep, of course you aren’t. you immediately felt your heart sink, feeling so silly to of believed they were treating you with even a drop of kindness.
as tears gently and quietly fell from your eyes, you slowly lifted your arms and stretched out your legs to be left helpless. you finally found yourself drifting off to sleep only to awake to being groped, having fingers shoved inside you, toys left behind in your holes. trying to hard to hold in your tears and your moans, not wanting to give them any satisfaction. but regardless, you were their entertainment, never anything more or less. and now they have you all hours of the day to play with, to torture.
grabbing their hair & forcing them to watch themselves in the mirror while you pound into them from the back. how pretty they look everytime their tits bounce with every thrust, flushed cheeks & pathetic sobs. “take it all for me, yeah? just like that, baby. look at you, fuck.”
You can be as loud as you need to be, no one is coming for you
Silly little slut, dressing with tight see through clothes will get you bound and gagged in my basement. No one is coming to your rescue you silly dumb whore, you’re mine to abuse and use as I see fit. I’ll molest your body and steal all your innocence. Go ahead and cry you stupid cock sleeve, this was all your fault…
Oh what’s that baby, you couldn’t handle the pot brownies I made? Well that’s okay, here, just take my hand, we’ll walk you to a big comfy bed where you can come down nice and easy. Don’t worry about a thing, I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of everything for you. Let mommy help you relax
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Secret condom removal is so hot; consenting to have sex with someone on the promise they wear a condom, only for them to remove it and just breed your hole later on. The thought they would do this never crosses your mind, you trust them, you have no reason not to!
Yet, just as they’re about to come they pull out, quietly slipping the rubber off before slamming back into you. Of course you don’t notice, your mind can’t comprehend anything right now, only the lust to orgasm.
Their chest pressed heavily against your back as their cock pounds into you; your vision blurs with each slamming thrust of their cock, your orgasm taking over you as your arms are now being pinned down at your sides as they gruffly whisper into your ear, “I’m going to come so deep inside of this tight cunt, I’ll make sure to get you pregnant.”
Your brain freezes; their cock is so deep inside of you and their weight is far too much for you as you try to struggle. You kick and you cry, begging them not to come in you. “Please– please don’t come inside please please!” It’s futile; with each thrust his seed is being pounded further into you, fertilising your sopping pussy as he rapes his future kids into your womb. There’s nothing you can do to stop it.
I get so wet thinking about the men that I went to church with when I was a teen, they were constantly trying to talk to me and one of them would always stand behind any chair I sat in using every opportunity to talk to me because that meant they could lean over and look down my shirt breathing down my neck as they talked and I just pretended the entire time that they weren’t interested in me because I was 15 and didn’t have much interest in these older men. I was always this cute bubbly girl who bounced around being overly friendly towards anyone and the old men loved how much they could take advantage of the situation. I know if I really really wanted to I could get them all to fuck me individually and then word would get around that I’m a useless cunt and they’ll all decide that it’s just easier to fuck me at the same time, kidnapping me they’ll play poker and abuse me.
There’s nothing I love more than feeling my pussy so wet i accidentally end up letting everything drip down to my asshole. It makes me feel so vulnerable, no matter what position I’m in or how hard I fight as long as any man manages to put his tip inside me his entire cock would slide in as fast and as hard as he wants without having to wait for my pussy or asshole to adjust around his cock, my pain is his pleasure.
This is why I was made to only take cocks, my cunt knows how to put me in my place for men to slide in however they want.
One of my favorite fantasies to think about is going down to the biggest city that I live by and go to the lines of homeless tents and let the homeless men line up to the tent dedicated to fucking me, two men always there to hold me down while I get railed by every man in line. Sometimes men in line not even knowing they were going to fuck me then get super excited and fuck mercilessly. The police are even okay with it because it keeps the homeless entertained, they need pussy too.
I wish whenever my coworkers were bored or tired of hearing me talk would roll their eyes and loudly sigh, I ask what they are doing as they start to unbuckle and unzip their pants they just say, “I’m not doing anything” then grab me by my hair, pull me to the ground, and force me to suck their cock until they decide I’ve been quiet enough to not have a cock forced down my throat.
My managers should also have the right to my entire body, if I’m on company time I should be obeying every manager and following their every demand. Even if that means I sit at the companies glory hole all day appeasing cocks.
I need to be forcibly impregnated. I know I’ll resist. I’ve spent my entire life in denial of my role as a fertile breeding female and would never be able to make the decision on my own. I need to be utterly dominated. I need to be stripped and forced down by someone or something that knows what’s best for me, and that what’s best for me is to accept my place and my role and to be bred and bear their children. I need to be held captive until there’s no chance of escape, until there’s no denying my massive swollen womb and the kicks of our baby moving inside me. Until I have no alternative but to submit to them completely as they use my pregnant body for their own pleasure until I am ready to be bred again.
over & over, child after child until u are begging for me to breed u barren
This makes my cunt so wet and tense while I read, my body knows I should be bred and is getting ready for a man to find me and dominate me. Helppp.
I know edging with your tongue out feels a little weird. Maybe even uncomfortable. That’s okay! You just need to practice. From now on, every time you edge, stick your tongue out and keep it out until you forget about it! Soon you’ll be so needy that it won’t feel weird anymore, and your little brain will connect sticking your tongue out with the pleasure of edging. You’ll drool all over yourself, and you’ll find yourself making pathetic noises that show what a dumb edgeslut you’ve become.
If you think that’s embarrassing, good! Edging should be a little embarrassing. Only brainless fucktoys drool and pant like that when they’re touching themselves. But it’ll feel so good, I promise! You won’t be able to keep your tongue in your mouth anymore while you’re edging.
And looking stupid like that will make you a much better fucktoy.
And don’t you want to be a better fucktoy?
Thank you to all of the men that train me on how to be a better fucktoy <3
I’m going to start calling my neighbor William. I don’t know his name but I masterbate to thinking about this old man raping me enough to call him something. I hear him slams his loud truck door when he gets home everyday and I’m almost always face down in my pillows and ass up pounding my tight cunt with my dildos and stretching my asshole. I want him to catch me.
I wish I wasn’t so scared to ask William to rail me. Even if he didn’t want to fuck me but had an ego and kept me locked up as his worshipping servant. He could use me as his toy in any way he wants and treat me like his emotional and physical punching bag. Or he ends up being a giant pervert and immediately begins to use my cunt hard and fast making me cry while feeling terrified that he is showing absolutely no mercy to my body as he violently fucks me. When he’s done he throws me to the ground and walks away because that’s what you do when you’re done playing with your toys.
i love trying to beg you to go slower because your cock is so big it hurts but you just pin me down harder, spread my legs more, and start fucking me even harder than before
