Author: notyourbaby91

“This is what happens to dirty little toys who don’t watch their drinks. They get fucked, abused and filled while they’re barely conscious.” [part 3] [kidnapping] [toxic] [CNC] [D/s] [group] [captivity] [drugged]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ui7mof/good_morning_youve_been_kidnapped_poor_little/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uix9e0/you_shouldnt_be_ashamed_of_being_a_whore_for_so/)

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When I wake up, my pussy is full again.

I whimper in fear. I don’t know how long I’ve been out or what they’ve done to me since that man drugged me. I’m half-delirious still, my fingers trembling as they claw at the heavy collar around my neck, still attached to the heavy chain that’s locked to the ground.

I’m still in the same room. I relieve myself and am glad to find a steel bucket of water. I think I’ve been washed between them using me, because my hair is soft and fluffy, clearly freshly washed. I wipe off the strangers’ cum from my body, feeling disgusted and turned on at the same time.

The padded door opens with no warning and I scramble back. It’s that man, the leader. The one who made me call him Master.

He smiles affectionately at me, offering me a plastic water bottle and the small blue pill I’ve seen before. I swallow both and sit on the mattress while he watches me closely. Neither of us has said a thing, and his presence is making my skin crawl with fear. Read more »

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of being a whore for so many men. It’s exactly what you wanted, Toy.” [part 2] [kidnapping] [toxic] [CNC] [D/s] [group] [MMMMMMMMF] [submission] [captivity] [creampies]

“Please don’t do this to me,” I cry out, but no one pays it any mind. I’m stretched open with someone’s fingers and a second later, there’s a cock inside me.

The man from before watches impassively, his eyes drinking in what his men are doing to me. The cock feels good and my body ignites with shame.

“Why does it feel so good?” I rasp.

“Because you’re a toy, and this is what you were made for,” the man replies. None of the other men speak, save for some grunts as they begin abusing my body.

Given what they’ve done to my memories, I have no way of knowing what else they did to me. But I suspect they’ve done something to my body, something that makes me this needy, this fucking desperate to respond to their unwelcome touch with such eagerness. I hate how much my pussy drips as a stranger’s cock penetrates me with such anger it makes me wonder what I did to him to deserve this.

The man from before, the one who had such an evil smirk. He’s watching me hungrily. There is no passion in his gaze. There is only cruelty, and the desire to hurt me. Once it’s his turn, I know he’ll have no mercy for me. Read more »

“Good morning. You’ve been kidnapped, poor little thing. Welcome to your new life, my pretty slave.” [part 1] [kidnapping] [toxic] [CNC] [D/s] [group] [MMMMMMMMF] [submission] [captivity]

I wake up with my heart pounding. The last thing I remember is walking down the street before a car stopped to ask me for directions. After that, everything went black.

The room I’m in is dingy with only a mattress and a toilet in the corner. I can see cameras blinking at me from above.

Adrenaline rushes through my veins as I hear the padded door unlocking and I’m suddenly no longer alone.

He fills up the room with his presence. I’m too afraid to speak. I don’t know if I even remember how to speak anymore.

“Good morning, little whore,” he says affectionately. “Poor thing, have you realized what’s happened yet?”

I stare at him with wide eyes as he sighs and sits down next to me. He pets my cheek and I flinch with fear.

“You’ve been kidnapped. Welcome to your new life, my pretty slave.”

“Why can’t I remember anything?” I ask hoarsely, my voice cracking. I wonder how long I’ve been sleeping.

“That’s a side effect, sweetie. Unfortunately, we had to prepare you for your new life by using drugs to erase your memories.” Read more »

[MMMF] [dark] [twisted] [collab] [non-con] You Promised Not To Hurt Me: Part 3

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mapjhg/mf_dark_twisted_collab_you_promised_not_to_hurt/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mawete/mmmf_dark_twisted_collab_noncon_you_promised_not/)

Her eyes widened in fear as she listened to what the tall man was going to put her through. She wanted to fight him, fight for herself, and yet no words left her lips as she waited for him to finish telling her what would happen. A small voice inside her head repeatedly told her this was what she’d wanted all along. All those times she’d touched herself to videos of rough fucking, pornstars pretending to hate the abuse they were put through. This was her life now. Her darkest desires had become a reality.

“Don’t hurt me.” The words flew from her lips before she could stop herself. “Please. I don’t deserve it.”

The man smirked at her. “You don’t decide what you deserve or not anymore. You’re property now. Completely at my mercy. And I’m going to enjoy watching them destroy you.”

He stepped back, clicking his fingers. The two men who were there stepped forward, their eyes darkened with desire and their hands on the bulges in their pants, stroking.

“P-Please.” She pushed back, scrambling to get to her feet as her heart beat with excitement like she’d never known before. “Don’t hurt me. You promised you wouldn’t.” Read more »

[MF] [dark] [twisted] [collab] You Promised Not To Hurt Me: Part 1

The song blared on her headphones. She clung to her phone, 911 already programmed into it and just waiting for her to make the call. Her steps were hurried, her heels clanking against the pavement. She risked a look over her shoulder. He was still there, following closely. Her heartbeat sped up and she crossed the street. A moment later, the man did the same.

As much as she wanted to deny it, the rush of being followed turned her on. She felt her pussy getting excited, wetter. Her thighs stuck together as she walked, wet with her arousal. She shook her head and told herself to be reasonable. Not to give in to her sick, twisted fantasies. Her therapist wouldn’t approve. She needed to keep a level head, not start fantasizing about what the stranger would do to her.

She’d listened to all the advice. She was walking down a well-lit street, had called her friend, covered her revealing outfit with a coat. But the man was relentless, following her since she’d left the club. Fear gripped her heart with cold, unforgiving fingers. She felt helpless like this, until she saw another figure approaching her on the pavement. Read more »