Author: thiiiipppttt

Up and Coming – Ch 4 (final chapter with new edits – reposted because I accidentally deleted a while ago) (drug and alcohol triggers) (rape) (humiliation) (incest) (forced orgasm) (political intrigue)

*( Sorry about reposting. Trying to be a good citizen and complete my stories.)*

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Up and Coming Ch 4

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If I am renown for anything besides being self-righteous it is for being ticklish, and for my resemblance to the television star Carla Gugino. Especially, when I smile. There is a framed picture of me on the mantle in our Andersonville living room where a girlfriend of mine has snuck up behind me and grabbed my ribs. The photo captured the explosive smile on my face and I had to admit that the resemblance was strong. We could be sisters. I have always pretended to hate the attention, but who does? Secretly, I was more than a little proud to be compared to her.

As dawn was breaking over Gampy’s End Times Bunker deep in the West Virginia wilderness I sat at the kitchen table staring at the tablet Maria held for me. After a sleepless night of intense hallucinations, rape, and confusing acts of compliance, my mind was not ready to process the abstract whirl of feminine flesh on the screen. My first thought when I recognized mine as the face pulled back from the side by side 69 with a smile that suggested both joy and pleasure was, ‘Oh yeah, Carla Gugino.’ I felt a perverse moment of pride at the sheer beauty of a nude mother and daughter holding each other in a yin-yang exchange of pleasure. Read more »

Up and Coming [MFFF], [rape], [incest], [BDSM], [M Dom], [F Dom], [Drugs], [Alchohol], [Forced Orgasm], [etc.], [seriously, don’t read this if you are easily triggered by any of that]

*Drug and alcohol triggers in this chapter.*

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Up and Coming Chapter 2

I couldn’t have imagined the level of stimulation a machine could produce in a body until I was tied to one. Reggie didn’t believe in marital aids so I had almost no experience with being vibrated down there. The plastic penis they had forced me down on moved and vibrated inside me with savage intensity while another part vibrated against my clitoris. I started cuming almost instantly. Harder than I had known was possible. And they were doing it to my poor baby girl, too. She had never stopped begging me to help her while they handled me and tied me down on the thing.

“Make it stop, pleeease Mama, pleeeease!” she begged.

The machine they tied me to butted up against hers so that we faced each other. My hands were cuffed behind my back so I couldn’t hold her but we were so close that our knees touched. I tried to focus on that small comfort but that awareness was swamped by the sensory overload annihilating my core. Read more »

Up and Coming [MFFF], [rape], [incest], [BDSM], [M Dom], [F Dom], [Drugs], [etc.]

*Rape is wrong. This is fiction. Cheers*

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Up and Coming Chapter 1

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My vagina is on fire. I’m on my back with my wrists tied over my head. I’m naked. I’m helpless. My legs are open and my boy is on top of me. He is driving that huge cock into me like a mindless machine, taking me for his pleasure. I can’t stop him. This is the second time my son has raped me tonight and I know it won’t be the last.

Better me than Andrea. He raped my daughter as well. His twin. She is passed out on the large bed next to me, oblivious to what is happening to me right now and for that I am grateful. I’m sure her mind is forever scarred by what he has already done to her, and by what he made us do to each other. What *they* made us do.

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We were lucky. My husband is a gambler at heart. Reggie Wriggle became a congressman against the odds in a formerly purple district that was ready for change. Before that, he was just a lawyer with connections. Reg wasn’t really political when we met at Duke. What he *was* was persuasive. He just had a knack for seeing where the buttons were and knowing how to push them. Read more »

The Initiate [BDSM], [non cons], [MFF]

Not long after my eighteenth birthday, a close family friend introduced me to an exclusive club for the rich and powerful. It didn’t have a name. Supposedly it wasn’t even a legal entity. It was just referred to as The Club. Very ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ you may be thinking. Yes and no. It wasn’t free. Dad was footing the bill, of course, because my education has always been paramount to him. I found out later that he could have bought me a Foggy Bottom brownstone for what my membership cost but I would come to appreciate his investment.

Once a year the club held a party at a secret location in the DC area to welcome new members. Becoming a member when most guys my age were still cruising malls to meet chicks was meant to demonstrate to me that limitations were for little people as if that hadn’t already been the lesson of my entire life up til now. Read more »

BITTER PILL Chapter 7 [mom/son], [non con], [BDSM], [MF], [MDom]

*Don’t be ashamed of your kink.*

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Bitter Pill Ch 7

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“I can make you do anything I want” I whispered in her ear.

It had been maybe a half an hour since I drugged my mother and I was beginning to see signs of her impending trip as we stood together under the shower.

From behind, I cupped her soft breasts against the stinging needles of hot water flowing over us. She leaned back against me, her body languid and loose for the first time since I attacked her. With the first waves of molly amplifying her sensations she seemed to have forgotten that she was my prisoner.

“Or you can let me,” I said with my lips against her neck while gently rolling her hardening nipples between my fingers.

I was in a partial crouch with my knees outside of hers so that my stiff cock was low enough to slide under her ass and through her lovely thigh gap. She responded to my touch by rolling her hips in slow circles back against me causing her succulent pussy lips to slide back and forth over my dick like a wet mouth. Read more »

BITTER PILL Chapter 6 [mom/son], [non con], [BDSM], [MF], [MDom]

Bitter Pill Ch 6

In the past year while my plan to own my mother has taken shape I have not been entirely alone. I met a woman last summer who been helping me to prepare for this night. Mom and I would be meeting her later.

Beatings, drugs and sleep deprivation were all tools I planned on using to achieve my goal, but ultimately the victim had to believe that they were helpless. I enjoyed the bondage, but I knew once she fully grasped just how hopeless her situation was I wouldn’t need cuffs to control her.

She was going to learn that subservience to me was her only option if she didn’t want to give up the good life. Maybe less good now that I owned her, but I still felt I could make her accept the new paradigm even if she didn’t love it.

“You know I don’t need to tie you down? You get that, right?” She said nothing but started to stand up from the bed. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back. “Where are you going? You need my permission to leave.” Read more »

BITTER PILL Chapter 4 [mom/son], [non con], [BDSM], [MF], [MDom]

Bitter Pill Ch 4

I can’t really describe what that moment felt like because it was confusing. I don’t know why, but when I fantasized about my mother, imagining my mouth on her vagina always put me over the edge. I can’t begin to count how many loads I’ve spilled thinking about doing just this. Though my heart was pounding in my chest, I felt profoundly right. I groaned into her pussy feeling so turned on I felt I might cum before I had a chance to fuck her.

I had gone down on other girls before, but there was something primal about my mother’s flavor and scent. I wanted it more than air. My tongue slid greedily up and down the length of her vagina like I was consuming her, every once in awhile stopping to suck her fat clit between my lips or stab my tongue deep into her tangy center. I went crazy on her, slurping noisily, wetly, I lashed her fleshy cunt with my lips and tongue while she whimpered. Her shame was electricity to my twitching dick. I wanted more.

“Mom,” I mumbled into her. “do you love it? Your son’s tongue in your nasty cunt?” Read more »

BITTER PILL Chapter 3 (long), [mom/son], [non con], [BDSM], [MF], [MDom]

*This is fiction. Rape is wrong. Enjoy.*

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Bitter Pill Ch 3

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The next day pop left on a business trip to Europe that would keep him gone for a couple of weeks. By the time he returned his wife would be my slave.

I waited until Janice had showered and gone to bed, vaped a few drags of THC, grabbed the bag of supplies I had been amassing via Amazon over the past few weeks, and let myself into her bedroom.

She screamed and struggled under me as I pressed her down into the mattress which was beautiful and just made me ache with lust. God, I wanted her to struggle. At 5’ even and still girlishly slender, she was like a child in my hands. Not sure how I came out of that tiny body, or how she avoided most of the obvious damage childbearing causes in some women, but aside from some light stretch marks on her round hips, and a slight pooch to her tummy, mom was keeping it pretty tight.

I was painfully aware of this because we have a pool and even at her age mom enjoys being admired. By me, especially. Read more »

BITTER PILL Chapters 1 & 2 (long), [mom/son], [non con], [BDSM], [MF], [MDom]

*This is fiction. Rape is wrong. Cheers.*

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Bitter Pill Ch 1

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She knew I was coming for her. She didn’t know how or when, but I’d made it clear that she wasn’t safe anymore. She was confused for a moment when I swept the bed covers off of her. Not sure if she had been asleep yet, but she definitely seemed surprised to see someone standing over her holding a pair of cuffs in the dim light coming through her bedroom door.

“Danny?” she asked.

She knew it was me. What she was really asking was, ‘Danny are you going to hurt me?’

The rage I felt. It’s what she deserved for being a faithless whore and an absentee mother all these years. But she was also asking if there was a way out, which made my hard dick pulse under my pj’s because there wasn’t.

“Yes.” I hissed. “And no.”

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About me: I’m a sick fuck. I’m athletic, 6’3” and sort of thick now, but I was both a late bloomer and one of the younger kids in my class. So, for a few years, I was a primary target of opportunity at a boarding school for the rich and sadistic. Read more »