A nice fucking time

Maybe I become the ships fuck hole. Stuck in a wall to be used by pent up alien cock. Stretched out for hours and hours. Getting stuffed until my stomach bulges with thick cum. I barley get any sleep stuck on cock after cock.

Maybe they push eggs into me that I have to push back out. So that even after my 'shift' I'm still stretched out and full.

Or maybe they take me for sale on some remote planet. Where I get bought by a hulking beast with four arms and a monster cock. And I spend my days getting trained to take it. Trained to service my master at any moment. They train away my gag reflex so that they can push all the way down my throat, until my tongue can play with their balls. I'll have to learn to breath around it, drooling all over myself.

And once ive been trained and stretched to take their massive cock they have me strapped to them. So they can wear me around like a piece of jewelry. Constantly cock warming them. They can grope my ass and show off my other hole to friends. An invitation to share.

for the captain of the guard to step forward and let their rough gloved hands pull and tease and bruise my soft untouched skin. for them to roughly grab my chin and force me to make eye contact as their hand dips between my legs for the first time, rubbing my clit far more harshly than i’ve ever done with my own fingers. for them to undo their belt as my attitude dissolves and i beg them to stop, telling them they can do whatever they want with their hands but please nothing else. they ignore me, of course.

for every knight in the room to see me utterly broken on their leader’s cock, eventually giving up the struggle because it feels as good as it is rough. for them to make me finish, crying out as i cum harder than i ever have. for them to decide that they may not ask for a ransom at all, that the price for their new royal bedwarmer is far higher than my kingdom could imagine paying.

She shuffled onto the train car. Standing between a man sitting down reading a book and one standing behind her seemingly paying no mind to her. As the train lurched forward the man behind her fell forward into her, almost knocking her forward. Steadying her footing so as to not fall onto the man sitting down she began to ask the man behind her to move when his hand grabbed her ass. She gasped lightly as he leaned into her. 

"What are you doing you creep." 

"Shhhhh" He chuckled as his hands roamed her ass. "Wouldn't want someone to see." She flushed making sure the man who was only a few inches from her didn't notice, she became painfully aware that if he looked her way he would see straight up her skirt from this angle. 

"Stop touching me." She tried to squirm away but ended up stumbling closer to the man sitting down. He looked up at her and the man touching her chuckled again. He pinched her ass hard making her bounce slightly. The man sitting down stared intently.

"I told you to be quiet." His hand slid around to the crotch of her panties and the sitting man began stroking himself through the fabric of his pants. 

"Please, please sir, turn away. " She blushed, feeling the erection of the man behind her, and watching the erection of the one in front of her grow. She felt her own arousal start.

"I think he wants a show." The man said before stuffing his fingers into her pussy. She gasped as the wetness of it allowed him to dive deep. "So soaked my dear, you seem to be enjoying getting groped by a stranger."

"No! Of course not." She gasped as he pulled out just enough to pinch her clit.

"I think you are a little slut. Who dreams of a man showing her how he should use her body." His breath was hot on her ear as he pressed himself to her. "How about I show you, and give the nice man a show?" He purred pulling her panties to the side exposing her dripping pussy. Shame flooded her. The man sitting down did not want just a show as he quickly dove forward and latched onto her pussy. His tongue dove inside of her as he grabbed her ass for better access.

"Please! No!" She tried to squirm but the man behind her grabbed her arms pinning them to him.

"Oh you can't deny the man after showing him your slutty dirty pussy can you. "

"I'm, I'm not a slut, and I didn't show him my pussy." Both men chuckled. The one sitting down slid his finger along her slit as he pulled his mouth away a bit.

"You're pretty wet to not be a slut." His point was accented by the man behind her effortlessly sliding three fingers into her pussy. Her eyes rolled and she tried to close her legs but both men kicked them open. The man behind her driving his fingers deep in her.

"Now now, be a good slut for us. Don't make a scene." Thoughts raced through her head as her first orgasm began to build. Was she really going to let these men fuck her?

"I'll scream." She gasped as the second man resumed his sucking on her clit. The sensation of being penetrated and having her clit suctioned began driving her wild.

"Oh will you now? I guess we will have to keep you quiet until we're done with your filthy cunt then. '' The sound of zippers caused her heart rate to spike. Before she could respond she was bent over with the sitting man's cock in her mouth and the other man's mouth on her pussy. Her muffled moans as they tag teamed her grew. Her orgasm was just at the edge as she felt her pussy begin to twitch. Her eyes rolled as she silently pleaded for the man to push her over. Then his tongue disappeared from her soaking mound

"No"She tried to mouth around the cock in her throat. She wiggled her hips desperate for the release she needed. 

"No?" The man chuckled "see I knew you were just a desperate, needy little slut. You want this?" She felt his dick press against the entrance of her. She couldn't nod her head or say anything as she gagged on the man hammering her throat. His erection grew tight with his nearing orgasm.

"I'm going to have to cum in your throat so that it doesn't make a mess. Be a good little cum dumpster for me ok?" She looked up at him through hooded eyes moaning as he fucked her throat, she desperately began to want his cum down her throat. With no warning the man behind her slammed his entire length into her soft soaking petals. The force firmly shoving the other man's cock down her throat as he began streaming his cum into her. Gagging, she swallowed it as fast as she could while the other man hammered her pussy. She coughed as the first man moved back in his seat, zipping his pants back up. 

"Such a good girl." He murmured as he watched her get fucked. Suddenly she was standing upright again. A new man in front of her. Her brain froze with embarrassment as she listened to the sounds of her pussy being fucked and the moans she couldn't control anymore. She looked around to see a total of three men staring. Their erections were noticeable.

"Go ahead boys. Next stop isn't for another forty minutes." He jerked her hands behind her back and the men lunged. Quickly her shirt was ripped open and her bra cut free from her body. Mouths found her nipples teeth dragging along the skin roughly. They did not waste time being gentle as they pinched, slapped and tugged on her. She felt an orgasm building as the men ravaged her body to the tune of the train. Teeth clamped down on her nipples as one man slapped her across the face. Her orgasm ripped through her body spraying all over her legs around the man inside her. 

"Ooh!" They cheered out loud watching her soak herself. "I guess these are ruined." One said as she felt her panties get cut away from her body by a blade. Her shirt ripped, bra and panties removed, nothing stood between the men and her body now. 

"Oh god" She heard the man behind her exclaim, in the daze she hadn't noticed him swelling in her pussy.

"No wait!" She cried out just before she was bent over for another cock to get shoved into her throat. She sucked it down as she felt the man explode cum into her pussy, pounding the last of his sperm deep inside her. Tears brimmed as she orgasmed from the feeling. She knew they would breed her at this rate and she didn't care. She needed more. She was moved to a seat and positioned so all the men could have access to every part of her. Teeth returned to her nipples as someone slapped her clit hard. She jerked screaming out and the cock was returned to her throat.

"That's right. Cum as we abuse you like the whore you are." Fingers entered her as teeth marked her skin, and slaps rang out on her clit. Eventually someone tied her feet to the chairs so her legs were in the air and her pussy and ass could be assaulted at the same time. She lost count of the orgasms as they racked her body and soaked the seat. Soon she was pushed until she hung off the seat slightly. The man in her throat began to cum as two men positioned their dicks to fuck her. Her eyes widened as both of her holes were filled by the men. After she finished swallowing the cum the man on top of her retreated into the train car. The final one positioned his dick at her mouth standing next to her. He grabbed the back of her head.

"Three more loads you little whore. Do your job." She opened wide, needing more cum in her throat. Her eyes rolled as she lost herself in the bliss of being completely filled. The men were not gentle with her, continuing to slap, bite and scratch her as they pounded her ass, pussy, and throat. Tied helplessly to the chairs she felt like she would die from being fucked so much. The next orgasm racked her body and again she squirted all over the seat. She felt all three men grow frantic as their cock swelled. She was so full of their big swollen dicks she was certain she couldn't take it, and then just as soon as it began all three men pumped their hot cum into her. Pounding as hard as they could they shot the loads as deep as possible. They pulled away and she felt the ties leave her wrists and ankles. As she lay there leaking cum from all holes a suited man approached. She watched the other men leave as the new man began reaching in his pocket. In anticipation for him she spread her legs, showing him her cum leaking holes. He chuckled as he handed her a business card.

They remove the drape that covers your lower half, neatly folding it up over your chest before spreading your legs. It’s so easy. You couldn’t resist even if you wanted to. Your ankles are put securely in stirrups, elevated out of the way of the tech. A monitor is positioned for you to see what they’re doing once they start the recording. It’s easier, after all, for everything to be very clearly documented.

The first thing they do is spread numbing cream all over your cunt, every movement of their gloved hand clinical and thorough. Some is pushed into you to start the process of numbing you internally while they wait for it to take effect on your clit and labia. Once it does, you watch as they start injecting local anesthetic, carefully pressing a needle into your clit first before moving on to your labia. It barely feels like anything.

They put on a new pair of gloves so that they can load an applicator that whoever was in charge of prep forgot about. It looks like a large needleless syringe, and you watch as they fill it partway up with numbing cream. They insert it into you as far as they can before pressing the plunger, moving it around as it unloads before they discard it. A dilator is slathered in the same cream. They press it into you, moving it around as you grow more and more numb. You don’t feel the stretch of the next dilator. Clips are fastened to your labia, cords attached to them secured somewhere you can’t see, spreading you open a bit further so that your hole is even easier to observe.

Each new dilator is prepared the same way, numbing cream generously spread over it before it’s unceremoniously inserted. It’s important to maintain as few variables as possible, which is why they’re sure to keep you numbed and relaxed; orgasm might impact the results, so you’re not allowed to feel any pleasure from this. If you so much as twitch they make sure to inject more anesthetic and test to see if you need more relaxant. The level of detail that the camera picks up even allows you to see the droplets of blood from the needles before they’re wiped away.

Every so often the clamps on your labia are moved so that there isn’t any danger of damaging you. You’re a valuable test subject; willing, not overly experienced, and patient. You don’t mind other people coming in to take notes, and they do from time to time, talking to the tech as though you aren’t even there, as if you aren’t a person. You never complain.

The first dilator was barely wider than a finger, but now you’re pretty sure a fist would be smaller than what the tech is pressing into your yielding body. The dilators have a code system on their bases that the tech always makes sure is visible to the camera, but you’re not sure what they translate to. You’re confident it’s to make it clear what size each one is, but exactly how big each one is isn’t information that you get in the moment.

Once the tech has pressed the second-largest one into you and removed it, they get a new pair of gloves. It’s easy for them to slip their hand into you with a clean towel to wipe away any cream that hasn’t been absorbed. They chat with another tech as they clean you out. The final dilator is the only one that standard lubricant is used on, and it’s pressed into you easily. You don’t feel it yet. A protrusion in the table is released that holds the base flush against you and a timer for an hour is set next to you.

deciding that enough is enough, his dom buys him a double dildo chastity belt. the first time he shows it to the boy he starts crying, realising what he’s gotten himself into. his dom ties his hands together behind his back before slipping a gag into his mouth, whiping a tear off of his cheek and petting his head. the chastity belt is placed on a low chair and the dom leads the boy up to it. he’s whining and protesting behind his gag and making small attemps at getting away, but he’s small and his dom is so big and strong that he knows he’d never have a chance. the dom cuffs his ankles to the legs of the chair, forcing them apart, before starting to ease the boy down onto the dildos.

the boy panics as he feels his pussy lips and the rim of his asshole parting for the foreign objects, knowing that his holes aren’t going to close again for a long time. his little pussy is forced to split open for the huge dildo and his asshole clenches around it’s toy, struggling against the intrusion, but to no avail. the stretch is almost too much and he cries out, but the dom keeps pressing him further down onto the toys.

all these burly warriors laughing and cheering, taking bets on how long until he comes, how deep the tentacles will go in him, how many eggs the mimic is going to deposit inside each of his holes

he's so humiliated but that just makes him hornier

So now you’re at the mercy of what they want of you for 24 hours. You expect it to start right away, but no. They point out that it wasn’t said that it had to start right away. As a matter of fact, they point out, you’d never said it had to be a continuous 24 hours, either - that wouldn’t be fair, since they didn’t want you to lose out on sleep over this.

What they want from you is very simple. They own a bar, they’d like to get some more traffic to it, and you’re going to be the perfect tool for that.

The first hour is spent taking a few promotional photos at their bar. You try to argue that putting them anywhere would be outside of the 24 hours, they argue that you won’t be spending time on it, you try to argue further but they just say fine, then they want you to sign a form to allow them to post the photos. You barely had a leg to stand on before but they’ve just solidified it, and another half hour is spent taking lewder photos “just in case”.

A week later you’re back at their bar. It takes a half hour to get you into your uniform for the night, which consists of lacy crotchless underwear, heels, and a see-through apron to hold packets of lube and condoms. It only takes that long because they also have you shave. You’re to spend the next six hours walking around like that, taking drink orders as well as delivering drinks. You’re also, of course, free for customers to use however they’d like, so long as they’ve bought a drink.

It’s the busiest night the bar’s had in a while. You’re lucky that for the most part the patrons are gentle with you, but you’re still flushed with embarrassment because you can feel the way they look at you, cum dripping out of you as you take their orders throughout the night. People buy you drinks, too, and at least that helps you lose some of your nervousness.

Eight hours down, sixteen to go.

The next seven hours are spent with you tied back-down on a table, legs spread wide and head dangling off the edge. You’re at the perfect height to be fucked and to eat people out. You can barely move with how secure your friend’s gotten you tied up, and there are more rough customers that night. You’re not sure if it’s because you can’t even try to move away from a slap, or if it’s because it’s not the first time you’ve been there, or what other reason there may be. It doesn’t matter much, though, because the end result is still you getting more and more sore, barely able to catch a break.

Someone hits you so hard that you tear up and they do it again and again until you’re crying, pinching your reddened skin as they fuck you just because they can. It feels freeing. All you have to do is lay there and take it and muffle your cries by focusing on the cunt presented to your face, hands tangled in your hair holding your head against them as you suck on their clit.

He's held out well, you think. Two hours in public with a remote-control vibrator in his ass and he hasn't broken yet.

She needs the drugs and drinks for the party on Saturday, but she can’t get them on her own; only a very specific group of beings has access to them. So she goes to his older brother’s best friend’s house.

He’s a demon, after all, one of those beings who can get them.

But what would he gain from it? He tells her to show him her tits. To sit there on the couch, pull up her pink shirt, and take off her bra. To hold her shirt up with her hands, not allowed to take it off, just forced to humiliate herself for a pack of the color-changing pills and a bottle of black “vodka.”

She does as she’s told. Reluctantly, of course. She’s a good girl, after all.

Sure, she likes to party and drink and talk loud about sex, but that’s just for show. In truth, she’s only ever been with two guys, and she didn’t enjoy it as much as she thought she would. So she kinda ruled out sex for the moment. And she really needs the stuff, she’s the only one in her friend group who never brings anything to the parties.

She sits there, holding her shirt up for god knows how long. Her face is red, not just from the humiliation, but from the anger. Anger at herself, for allowing this. For being treated like an object. But also at him.

He’s not even looking at her!

He’s sitting at her computer with his back to her, only turning his head from time to time to check if she’s still doing it. Blank expression. Nothing more.

Why make her display herself like this if he’s not even going to look?

Eventually, he tells her he’ll get the stuff. Orders her to stay like that until he comes back, and leaves the apartment.

She exhales in relief and drops her shirt to cover herself. He didn’t vanish, so he’ll probably come back through the door, she can lift her shirt again before he notices.

The keys jingle. She pulls her shirt back up and glares at him, acting like she didn’t move a muscle. He throws a plastic bag with a few pills at her feet and tells her to leave.

She’s dumbfounded. Two hours. Two hours of showing her tits, and that’s all he’s giving her? He’s even holding two bottles of black vodka!

She confronts him, so mad she doesn’t even bother covering her chest. His eyes turn completely black. She hears his voice in her head, deeper now, more demonic.

You really thought I wouldn’t know? I can see everything that happens in this place. And I can see everything you do, if I want.

It’s terrifying. But also... alluring. Seductive, even. She's never hear him like that, and it does something to her. What? She doesn't know, but she knows she needs to escape.

She grabs the plastic bag, fixes her shirt, and heads for the door as fast as she can, not wanting him to notice how flustered she is, how his words affected her.

What does he mean he can see everything she does? She truly hopes he’s joking.

She hears him again.

You’re leaving me your bra as compensation?

She curses him. He laughs.

She slams the door on her way out and practically runs to the elevator, then out of the building. She doesn’t let herself breathe until she’s home, finally alone. Safe from him, from his voice in her head, from those black, terrifying eyes and that haunting presence that clings to her skin like smoke.

But then, again, he’s there. Taunting her. Dragging her back into his game. Opening an invitation she knows she should ignore. Every part of her knows it. But she can’t. 

When you’re ready to be a good girl and obey me, come back. Let's see if you can get those bottles before Saturday.

The demon shows no sign of slowing down. My tummy’s heavy, weighing me down, making it impossible to get away.

Isn’t this what you wanted? it purrs in the hunter’s ear. You’ve caught me.

Instead of barring the demon from my cunt the way the witch promises, she simply bespells the tattoo to keep it from moving once it's inside me.

For just a moment, I’m hopeful (not disappointed, I tell myself, never that) when the incubus pulls out of my pussy. The sound I make is one of relief, not thwarted lust as I allow myself to believe that the demon will never be able to fuck me again. But instead, it simply changes postitions, pulling me on top of it before spearing me open with its colossal prick.

Naughty little whore, the demon whispers. It looks like you’ve been busy. Laughter that sends shivers down my spine and a surge of wetness straight to my stretched out cunt. But have it your way.

I brace myself for what’s to come. Only the incubus doesn’t move, simply stares at me with glowing, inhuman eyes and a smug smirk all over its face. My cheeks are flushed from both embarrassment and arousal.

But now you know he was right. Kind of. He got two things wrong: there were more than one ghost, and they were not friendly. They were horny. They touch you anytime, anywhere, no matter what you’re doing. You go nights without sleep because they keep fingering you and fucking you with their invisible cocks. You can’t take a shower without your pussy and mouth being used. Your panties are always wet thanks to their constant teasing, but they almost never let you cum, so you’re perpetually needy.