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No no, you aren't the cum slut tonight honey bunch, you're the pain slut!
The smokers hang around where your chained up so they can put their cigarettes out on your skin while they talk
Every time someone finishes a drink they force the bottle up your ass. You started to get used to it- until later in the night when the big liquor bottles started going empty too
The crack of the bullwhip against your ass and the sound of your sobs are almost as loud as the music
You sit and watch the other slaves get screwed all night, but the only things getting shoved in you are beer bottles and fists
The chick next to you got "cock whore" scribbled over her pussy in marker. You got the same words carved into you with a hunting knife
People start placing bets on how long they have to choke you before you black out.
The nights still young baby, don't start cryin now!!
It's been too long since I've fucked a slave so hard the neighbors called the cops cuz they think I'm butchering a chick in here
"Hey baby, miss me yet? Of course ya did! It's always so easy to tell what you're thinkin when your mouth is taped up. So, remember the day we met? Two, three weeks ago or somethin? You, walkin down the street lookin all sexy; Me, tailing you in a hockey mask waitin to catch ya?
Ha! I've always been the romantic type.
Well I promised I'd let you go and today's the day sugar! I'll unlock your chains and you're free to go!
Aww, what's with the pouty face babe? Are you sad I never raped your cunt? You asked about it a lot, that's for sure. Every time I came down here to rape a load in your ass you cried and cried and begged me to fuck your little pussy instead.
But I never did. You've been nothing but an anal fleshlight since day one baby. Wanna know why?
Because your cunt wasn't good enough. You had to learn your place before you earned the right to be a cunt slave. And why am I tellin you this? Baby, I know for a fact you know exactly where you belong now.
So here's the deal. I'm taking these chains off you, and I'm going upstairs. The exit to freedom is right over there. No locks, no tricks, nothin babe. But I'm just letting you know that 'cuz I know you ain't walking out that door. So when you walk up those stairs and find me, you know whats gonna happen next?
I'm gonna get between those pretty legs and put a baby right. In. there."
Who wants me to do this on my tits and show everyone X give me names to put on myself
abuse my tits and r^p3
not arguing w a girl who likes cnc somno play whatever you say princess by the way drink this for me please yes all of it
Is it bad that all I secretly desire is to be stalked, drugged, kidnapped, tied up and abused?
Sitting on the lap of a fat, older, stinky man in your underwear, tied up and letting his thick hands grope every single inch of you while you feel his dick starting to throb beneath you 🤤
Yes, those panties look great on you love, but they’d look even better with a wet spot forming where my cum is dripping out of you and soaking through them
If she considers watching a slasher to be foreplay, she’s a keeper 🔪🖤🔪
No baby, we talked about this, you’re not *letting* me stick it in your ass, I’m *letting* you have my cock inside of your tightest hole, because I know you love how much it hurts. Now say thank you before I change my mind and leave you there quivering and whining.
Wear a condom? But baby, the only thing I want to unwrap, cum in, and leave all used up on my bedroom floor is you
Missionary so I can watch the light fade out of her eyes and the drool drip off of her lips
Redirecting Your Focus:
You’re sitting in the armchair in your living room, idly aware of the sounds of the TV in the background as you read your novel. It’s an 800 page brick of non-fiction covering a small period of French history that you’ve been tearing into since you got it at the beginning of the week, after you’d finished another massive tome on the Ottoman Empire. Sometimes you could get so lost in your books, that you forgot all about the world around you. But that hunger for knowledge, the absolute need to simply absorb every piece of information about history, or anthropology, or philosophical theory you could was something you’d carried with you from a young age and never been able to shake, even if it did get in the way of nearly everything else in your life a whole lot of the time.
The sound of a soft clink on the accent table next to you brings you back to reality, and you see your boyfriend, quietly setting down a cup of tea for you before lying down on the couch next to your chair and beginning to flip through channels. He’s so understanding, never begrudging you for spending hours upon hours, or even an entire night sometimes engrossed in a book. Not like your old boyfriends, who complained about you not wanting to go out enough, or trying to feel you up while you were trying to learn something new. No, he’s happy just to bring you a cup of tea, and occupy himself quietly in your company. You couldn’t have asked for any better, really.
You take a quick sip of the tea, eyes not budging from your page, and idly notice that it’s noticeably sweet, almost floral, not like the chamomile or earl grey you typically keep stocked in the cabinet. Had he gone out and bought his own? You don’t wonder for long, your train of thought carried away following line after line of small-print text.
As you sit there in your chair, trying to process and memorize the countless names and dates in your reading materiel, you feel yourself getting hotter and hotter, quickly brought to the point of nearly sweating. You pull off your sweater and tie your hair back into a ponytail to keep it off of your shoulders, and try to go back to focusing on the book. After a few more pages, a drop of liquid hits the page, smudging the ink, causing the letters to bleed into one another. Are you sweating so much that you’re literally dripping onto your book? No…suddenly you’re aware that your mouth is hanging open, and a slow, thin stream of drool is trickling off of your lips and down your chin. Another drip hits the page, causing the ink to bleed, blurring a few more words together, and you find that even the dry parts of the page are starting to look a little bit blurry too. Your…your head feels blurry. Your thoughts feel blurry. Muffled and far away, your boyfriend’s voice calls out to you, “More tea, honey?”
You don’t even really process what he’d said, but your body responds, and your hands, feeling somewhat numb and not totally your own, reach over and pick up the teacup, putting it to your lips. You take a deeper drink of the tea this time, and its floral notes feel potent somehow, intoxicating even. As you gently place the teacup back onto the table, you feel the drool leaking from your mouth like a faucet, covering your breasts and leaving them glistening in the lamplight. What…what’s happening? You glance over to your boyfriend, slightly alarmed at the state you’re suddenly in, but he’s not looking at you, he’s watching the TV, and when you try to speak up to get his attention, the sound that comes out is far from words, instead a whiney, high pitched, “Nnnghhhh”. You’re alarmed by how petulant you sound, like a child begging for a toy at the store, not a tone you’d ever normally use for anything. But the panic at your inability to form words seems overpowered by a need, a hunger even, coming from somewhere deep in your mind, to fill your mouth with something. Something big. Something warm.
Your heavy book clatters to the floor, and you follow it soon after, dropping to your knees, your entire body shaking with need and desire. Spit trickles to the hardwood floor below you, and you crawl towards the couch, small, soft whines escaping your lips every few seconds. It feels like agony, your wet, warm mouth being so empty, all your spit going to waste all over the floor. Your boyfriend looks down at you, a calm smile on his face, and begins to unbuckle his pants. You need his cock to fill your empty, empty mouth, more than anything, and you need what’s inside his cock to flood your empty, empty throat. You need the sensation of his hand on your head, guiding you, to fill your aching, empty mind. You can feel that you’ve soaked through your panties and are beginning to leak through your leggings now too, they’re sticking to you as you rub your wet, warm thighs together, desperate for any friction at all to alleviate the absolute ache between your legs. As his cock springs free from his boxers, you moan out loud, the mere sight of it enough to lessen the begging in your mind, and cause the wet warmth between your legs to grow hotter and more intense. You can wait no longer, you engulf his cock into your mouth, absorbing his length down your throat, soaking it in your spit and wrapping it in your warmth. You feel full, you feel good, you feel content. You let an idle hand drift between your legs, and your leggings are so thin and wet that you can rub yourself straight through them. You moan onto the cock filling your mouth, filling your throat, filling your mind, a steady, “Mmmm….mmmmm…..mmmm” as you bob up and down, strands of spit soaking your neck and your tits, lubricating your entire body for the cock that’s fucking the thoughts right out of your head.
No thoughts left, just a warm, wet ache that sends a warm, numb pleasure shivering through your entire body when you satisfy it by pushing your master’s warm, throbbing cock further and further down your warm, wet throat. A voice getting further and further away know that there’ll be no going back once you suck out all of his thick, warm cum. You can only let out a muffled moan onto the thick, warm cock throbbing and twitching between your lips, a moan that confirms that to be unable to go back is all you could hope for. “Nnnnghhhhh…..mmmmmm…..nnnnnggghh”
Holding both of your wrists down with just one hand to remind you of how small and fragile you are
There’s nothing better then that smirk on her face after you slap her that lets you know exactly how unhinged she is
Conditioning her to go from “I’m scared of anal, what if it doesn’t fit, is it gonna hurt?” to “Anal is fun but please fuck my pussy so I can cum” to finally “Please put something in my ass so I can finish Daddy”
Don’t hold back, I wanna hear all those pretty little sounds you make
That feeling when it’s been a few days or even a few weeks and you finally slide into her and you both just melt
Getting so wet thinking about being drugged and r@ped in the alley behind a bar. A group of friends taking turns with me.
Need cum pumped so deep inside me it doesn't leak out for hours. 🫠