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The mark is a glowing pink across her stomach, twisting in symmetrical patterns that point directly at her cunt. You watched her trace it in confusion that first day, her fingers unconsciously following the trail down to her clit.

It's been cute watching how hard she's tried; orgasm after orgasm, a series of increasingly large dildos arriving in the post. She's so desperate she doesn't even realise she's not hiding it. More than once you've been treated to a front row seat to her attempts, watching through a cracked door as she fucks herself longer and harder. You've seen every big strong dyke with their strapon cocks come through the apartment and leave her unsatisfied still, teary eyed and rutting her pillows.

That's how she looks when she knocks on your door, basically pleading for cock, real cock.

It took months, but now this stuck up lesbian is putty in your hands. Her tits bounce with each thrust, face still slick with spit from deep throating you. She's babbling too, praises and thank-yous and please please please-

"You really shoulda come to me earlier you know."

She whines, and her babbles change to apologies and platitudes. It's charmingly pathetic.

"I'm not just saying I told you so. This spell- ah- I really didn't expect it to be on you for this long. I think it might have..."

You can see something flash across her face every time you bottom out, each thrust against her cervix making her jolt. A glaze to her eyes. Content. Empty.

Her limbs and loose and pliable. When you lean down and put your tongue down her throat, she just takes it with a moan. You slow your thrusts right down, taking in the drooling face of the most man hating dyke you know, drunk on cock.

"I dunno how much this is gonna change you, so, this might be goodbye."

he's on a bed upstairs–stripped, blindfolded, and tied with his legs spread and his leaky cunt on display. he always gets so wet whenever he's intoxicated, whether he wants to or not.

he makes a few strained sounds, scared and unsure. there's a cloth in his mouth, just enough to be able to understand him but to keep his screams silenced in case he wanted to call for help. not like he would want anyone else to see him like this, though. with his nipples hard in the cold air, his sensitive clit twitches and another line drool drips out of his cute little hole. i rub a hand up the underneath of his thigh, admiring the mating press position putting him on full display for me.

he doesn't know who i am. he tries asking what's going on and who am i, how did i find out his secret, begging for me to stop. i make sure he's perfectly in frame of the camera, from his flushed face to his sticky boycunt.

i remember seeing on his grindr account that he's “gay” and “t4t” or whatever, so i decide to be nice. i unzip my pants, enjoying the way he begins to panic further as tears soak through the blindfold. i pick up the strap bought just for this moment, too thick and big for most but we would make it work. not like he has a choice in the matter anyways.

i rub it up and down his folds, pressing against his swollen clit. he tries to shift his hips, flinch away, but he's stuck. i take my time with this, letting him enjoy the “frotting” as he gets even more soaked, creating a wet spot on the bed below him.

he begs for me to stop, but i can hear in his whiny voice the way he doesn't mean it. without warning, i shove the toy into his cunt. the sounds of his squelching and screaming fill the room, contained by the blasting music from downstairs.

i continue at a rough and fast pace, pumping the silicone cock in and out of his tight pussy. he's a mixture of sobs, moans, and high pitches whines and begs. even as he pleads for mercy, his back arches and his toes curl.

his pretty little tear-covered face begins to color bright red, and i decide it time for me to drop the nice guy act. i let go of the toy, his tight hole keeping it in still inside him. he pauses, taking the opportunity to breathe deep breaths. i can tell he's confused, maybe even a bit disappointed.

i pull myself out of boxers, rubbing my precum down my erection before slapping it against his puffy pussy. his clit twitches so hard he has after shakes. i rub my heavy cock over his swollen “tdick,” admiring the size difference between them.

maybe up until then he thought i was an ex or and old situationship from one of his queer dating apps, with the fake cock and all. but as soon as he feels the heat from me ontop of him, he realizes just what type of situation he's in. he tries to fight back again, harder this time, but it's no use.

after i'm slick with his juices, i pull the toy out of him slowly, enjoying his fear. it drops to the ground and i kick it away as i position myself between his spread thighs.

i grab ahold of his hips, my hands big enough to dig in and leave bruises on his small and fragile body, before bottoming out in one quick thrust. i'd be worried about the scream he let out if i wasn't experiencing pure ecstasy from raping his little gold star cunt. tboys who have never taken real cock are the best, their tight little bodies just mold to you, turning them into living, sobbing fleshlights.

it doesn't take long for him to cum. i'm glad to have captured his first real orgasm on camera as i fuck him through it, pushing him over the edge and into his second one. his walls clench around me for a third and final time as he milks all the cum he can from my cock, enough to where it's spilling out of him before i even pull out.

i take a moment to adjust myself, zipping my pants back up. he's trembling, barely conscious. i stand behind the camera, zooming in on his overflowing cunt as my cum drips out of his hole and down his ass.

as i gather my things, i wonder if he's been on t long enough to avoid getting pregnant. i pull the door closed behind me, but not enough for it to actually click shut.

It's so weird and creepy and disgusting so obviously the first thing I did was find it and jerk off to some vtubers I know who are ovulating or fertile. Knowing their body is ready to be impregnated right now is 🥴🥴

In a better world, there'd be a website like this that lists every single cuntgirl, so you can know when she's horniest and ready to be impregnated, without her even having to know you're thinking about it. Imagine wanting to impregnate your friend, so you check and discover that she's ovulating today, so you know it's the perfect time to rape her, and that her body wants it even if she doesn't.

Encouraging you to work your hips harder and angle your cock to hit the right spots. Gripping the nape of your neck hard to keep you in place, close to me, just like I like it. Tugging at your hair to provoke you, to motivate you to fuck me like you mean it. Stroking your shoulders and your sides when the sweat starts to build from the effort.

and then it happens. i stop thinking, my body convulses, im still trying to ask her something, still trying to get my bearings , unable to speak in anything other than little noises — pathetic attempts at words —i cant even make it past a syllable without collapsing into moans.