Regretting it the morning after [NC]

Last night had honestly been incredible. I met you at a bar late into the night. We were both drunk, and quickly all over each other. I wanted us to continue the night, but you had other plans.

We left the bar much earlier than I’d have liked, but seeing you naked underneath me more tohan made up for it. You did things no one had done before. You’re tongue was buried in my asshole while you stroked me. You begged for it, screaming so loud I thought the neighbors would kill us. And when I finished? You wrapped your legs around me, milking me deep into your tight little hole.

And in the morning? You felt… terrible. I’m not sure why, maybe you had just gotten out of a relationship. Maybe you were late for something this morning. Both of those would explain your hurry to get home last night.

You quickly tried to hurry me out, but I wasnt done. How was I supposed to only fuck you one last time after a night like that? Nevermind you grinding your ass into me while we slept.

WIP [FM] [NC]

So I don’t know how to express this; not entirely that is. Every little girl is warned to be weary and alert when dealing with men, the risks of their advances, more so when they are alone and haven’t felt the touch of a woman, we are all aware of the horror stories. But sometimes it’s not a horror story or at least not initially…..

Fort Campbell Kentucky “101st Screaming Eagles” my unit had been partaking in a typical field operation in support of the 502 infantry, a common occurrence. Three weeks in the field, in support of the 502nd company evaluations. I was tasked with helping the S Shops; S1 S2 and S3.

Within my detachment there were approximately 14 soldiers myself being one the only three females. The majority of my leadership we’re all male, all but our S2 2nd Lieutenant, the other female was an S1 private, myself a specialist. We mainly just monitored radios and updated battle trackers.

The heat was in the upper 90 degrees with the humidity around 24%, we’d just finished jumping our TOC for the fourth time that field operation. We’d had no blouse tops on and between our sweat and the humidity our tan teeshirts clung on every inch of our bodies.

claiming you completely one last time [NC][snuff]

you were the perfect target. Still so small, yet dressed like you had never been noticed in your life. you had to have known the reputation of this bar, right? you had to have known the women who disappear after coming, the boyfriends left without a date, powerless to stop the surge of men ravaging his girl in front of him. And yet you came, all alone.

I was doing you a favor, singling you out like that. Most girls wouldn’t have survived the night without breaking, but I made sure to get you out as soon as possible. I didn’t drug your drink or anything. I didn’t even try and get you drunk. I simply ambushed you in the bathroom, cutting you off from the exit. of course you wondered what I was doing in there with you, not even letting you finish up first before assaulting you. In a flash, a knife was under what little clothes you were wearing, shredding them with surgical precision. And there you stood, naked, shivering, too scared to even cry out. but I wasn’t done with you.

[MFF][bdsm][nc] Time Stop Spectacle

I recently discovered I had the ability to stop time. I’m not sure how I got it, but I’m very happy I did. After a couple tests I wanted to try and do something special. It would require me to stay in stopped time for at least a few weeks, but since no actual time passed, it didn’t really matter.

Liz and Jill used to go to the same highschool as me. Liz was in my grade and I had a huge crush on her, and Jill was her older sister by a couple years who was also extremely attractive. Liz was cute and shy which is why I liked her, but Jill was full of herself and very annoying. Unfortunately, things didn’t work about between me and Liz, and things ended quite sour between us. Both she and her sister Jill tormented me and I wished I could get revenge.

They started streaming together after me and Liz graduated from highschool. They just do IRL streams in their house, yet they get a lot of viewers since they are very beautiful. I always wanted to fuck them, so now that I could stop time, it was my chance. But I wanted to do something more than just fuck them.

The Society Chapter 4: The Party [NC][abuse][punishment]

Preface: A procedure turns women into subservient mindless sex slaves known as bimbos. After enough women undergo the procedure, men were able to create a new society in which they reigned supreme and stripped women of all rights. In this society, there are stock brokers who take resistant women and retrain them before sending them through the procedure again in an effort to create new slaves. Those that continue to resist are broken down and used as breeding stock. The Society deems women as nothing more than the property of Men. They have no rights, they have no say, they must serve Men.

Chapter 4: The Party

The Blonde had become quite good at cleaning with a duster stuck up her ass while her arms were strapped behind her by an arm binder. She was so good she had been allowed to grow out her hair, after a couple months she sported a spunky short look that she absolutely adored seeing in the mirror. The only other piece of clothing she wore regularly was fishnets, already torn from the multiple times she had been used by guests or her Owner. She enjoyed cleaning naked because it meant that afterwards when she was hosed off she would get cleaned too. She relished that stage now that she was cleaned with the other slaves. The Blonde would use it as an opportunity to get to know them more intimately, often willingly pleasuring the girl with the hose.

Stalker in the woods 😈👻🎃 [Non-Consent Consent, Rape, Roleplay, Dark Fantasy, Force Orgasm] #NSFW

-Warning- This may trigger you. This is a work of fiction and does not endorse anything illegal. This is fantasy/role play and involves non-consensual consent.

A secluded wooded area. Maybe he happens to be waiting on the trail somewhere. There’s a moment of recognition. You’re friendly at first, not thinking that anything is off. But he gets into your personal space and starts touching you. He puts his hand on your shoulder. Maybe even puts his arm around you. You get a tiny bit uneasy and try to move away.

There’s a little bit of a wrestle, but he’s so much bigger and stronger than you. He grabs your wrists and pulls you close. “Why are you acting like you don’t want this, Anna? You’ve been teasing me for weeks, dressing like a slut, sending me videos. I know you don’t wear underwear. You walk around with your nipples poking through and your pussy leaking through your shorts trying to get my attention.”

“You’re just a cock hungry little slut, aren’t you? You need someone to fill your pussy.”

Helping you express yourself [NC]

It was love at first sight, and second, third, and on and on…

We met through some outdoorsie group, sharing a kayak going down falls, sharing a tent when we camped. Sharing a kiss after everyone else fell asleep. Finding a clearing to fuck in.

And it extended into normal life too. We’d text throughout the day, counting down minutes until we got to see each other again. Fucking like rabbits before, after, and sometimes during dates. It seemed perfect.

Until I found out you had an ex girlfriend.

It wasn’t the way I expected it to go. One day you were sobbing into a pillow, telling me how much she hurt you when she came back into your life. I worked hard to calm you. I held you, made you your favorite comfort food when you were feeling a bit better. But that’s not really what you wanted, was it?

And so I seduced her. It was really easy when she knew I was your boyfriend. She had no idea what you wanted, and just assumed I was stepping out. She had no idea what I wanted when I invited her back out to our favorite spot.

Starship Rimshot. THE SEMEN-POPE VISITS EARTH

Starship Rimshot. THE SEMEN-POPE VISITS EARTH

By the time the Semen-Pope visited Earth, he had about 2.4 billion followers across eight star-systems. This was more than twice the followers of any Earthly pope. And the Vatican was really not sure what to do. To ignore the presence of an Intergalactic Pope would be like ignoring the existence of the Dalai Lama. Makes for bad interfaith relations, and makes the Vatican look stuck-up and foolish, and terribly old-fashioned. Still, a Roman Catholic Pope shaking hands with a Pope of the Doctrine of Sacred Jizz, was more than most Catholics were ready for. The Catholic version of “sacred jizz” had many more rules, and threats of damnation, and was never talked about as freely and openly. The child sex scandals of the 19th and 20th Centuries did not help matters. By the Doctrines of the Church of Sacred Jizz, the leaders of Catholicism were hell-bent sinners, entirely guilty in the Eyes of God, for allowing the abuse to continue on and on, one decade to the next. Non-consensual child sex was punishable by death on most planets. All the hundreds of thousands of group-sex rituals within the Church of Sacred Jizz Church were for grown-ups only. Everyone participated because they wanted to, and knew exactly what sucking cock, eating vagina, and vaginal and anal intercourse entailed.

She Should’ve Known Better Than To Take The Busy Today.

Running late for work, the woman danced around the house with one-legged hops, alternating between legs until both feet were completely through the slots of her pants. Meanwhile, her arms flailing across the room, one busy with the toothbrush in her mouth while the other was punching keys upon her phone’s screen in desperation to send a message to someone, anyone, that she would certainly be late today. Somehow she manages through the chaos, able to make it out in one piece but most importantly fitted sensibly for her job. The only obstacle left was the dreaded bus ride that would indeed be jammed back with other tardy bodies who failed to prepare promptly for their daily careers. Cursing softly to herself, she makes her way out the door, her flats tapping against the ground as her heels swing in her hand, dangling off the light curled grasps of her fingertips.
“Better late than never.” An individual who passes her greets as she flies past him. But obviously, they had no clue of her boss, none at all. The assertion and strictness of his nature, along with his quickness to punish any minor infraction severely. He is feared as much as he is well respected. And it is out of such respect that she tries her best to meet his every demand, along with the significant praises he offers her following every completed task. Never before had she found herself in such a predicament, but little did she know that it could always get worse.

The placebo (Nc)

It was supposed to be one of the best nights of your life. It was your birthday, after all, as well as the first night you’ve been out since you’ve been single.

And like any good night out, you find yourself with a guy, dancing, making out. He moans into you, in front of everyone…

You feel something solid go down your throat.

You wake up, tied to my bed. No worse for the wear, except your body feels noticeably played with. Your nipples are wet and achingly hard, your neck covered in hickies.

But this wasnt me entering you long enough to get off and throwing you out. I’d tell you you’d been drugged. That’s why you were soaking wet and extremely sensitive. And it was only going to get worse as I teased you. But I wasnt going to fuck you until you beg for it.

I wonder how long that would take? How long until your legs are locking me inside you. How long until you’re screaming underneath me as you cum. How long until you forget the painfully obvious fact that we’re unprotected.