Ama's Naughty Spot

Object insert in a “your slutty hole will take fucking anything you shove in it” kinda way

Object insert in a “im a pretty dumb toy that is just begging to be filled” and “you said you just wanted to be filled, you said you wanted anything!” kinda way

Object insert in a “i wonder if you can take this” kinda way

Object insert in a “im going to make this fit in you” kinda way

I'm leaning close to the mirror, applying my mascara when he gets off the bed and slowly makes his way behind me, placing a hand on the top of my head while he watches me in the mirror. We make eye contact and I can't help but giggle.

"Are you done, kitten?" He asks in a calm voice and I nod. "Mhm.."

"Good..." he rubs my head gently for a bit before suddenly grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling me up to my knees. "Take your panties off and hand them to me. Now."

I bite my lip and let out a soft whimper from his tight grip on my hair, reaching up under my tiny black skirt and pulling down my lacey pink underwear, handing it to him. He smirks at me in the mirror and brings them up to his nose, breathing me in deeply, his eyes rolling back as he lets out a groan. "God you filthy little whore... these are soaked.." he stuffs them into the pocket of his pants, saving them for later while I'm away in class, no doubt.

He kneels down and turns me to face the mirror, moving his face next to my ear. "Now you're gonna be a good girl and watch yourself in the mirror while I play with you, understand?" He coos in my ear tauntingly, sending a shiver down my spine as I nod. He plants a kiss to the top of my head as he mumbles a "good girl."

He then trails his hand down the front of my body as his lips attach to my neck, kissing and sucking in a few places as he lifts my skirt and starts to touch me. His rough fingers land themselves onto my clit, rubbing in painfully slow circles as he snakes his other arm around me, wrapping that hand around my throat. He squeezes softly and holds my head in place, forcing me to stare at us both in the mirror. Watching myself getting pleasured only turns me on all the more, getting me all wet, making it so effortless when he slips his middle and ring fingers deep inside of me.

I let out a loud moan as his thumb continues to rub my sensitive clit while he fingers me, deep and hard, curling them inside me and touching my sensitive spot. I squirm and whimper and shake under his touch, writhing against him to get away, but he just holds me tighter, applying more pressure to my throat. "Come on you pretty little bitch... I want you to watch yourself cum..." he growls into my ear, and his words push me to the brink, making my head all fuzzy with pleasure and excitement.

Then he speeds up the movement of his fingers, sending me reeling over the edge as I cry out, squirting all over the mirror in front of us. He groans in my ear and pulls his fingers out quickly, shoving me forward and smushing me up against the mirror.

“Yes baby, just like that, good girl/boy/pet”

“It’s okay baby, you’re okay”

“Shh honey it’s almost over”

“Just let daddy use you pumpkin”

“Be a good puppy and take it all”

Ignoring her tears over simultaneous overstimulation and understimulation while I hum under my breath and yank her hair every time she makes a pathetic noise.

their hands in my hair, scratching behind my ears. my eyes flutter closed, so relaxed and trusting in their care, under their touch. they grab the ropes across my chest and pull me up, kiss my face and adjust my position so i lay sideways, head leaning off the side of the mattress. that's when i notice the fucking machine, the dildo lined up right in front of my face.

i'm not prepared for this, i think, my throat wont take it, i don't wanna, and as if they sense my apprehension, my love slides a hand between my thighs. their fingers rest on my cock, gently touching but still. soon, the pressure drags a moan from my throat and they pull the machine closer, carefully forcing the dildo past my lips and into my mouth. i whine, thrashing weakly in my restraints and they laugh at me, tell me how cute i am and begin playing with my dick, rubbing small circles around the little head.

come on, puppy, they tease. you wanna be my good boy, baby? i whine, of course, not that i can get the words out. my eyes roll back into my head as they play with me, two fingers sliding into my cunt and starting to thrust. oh, daaaaaddyyyyyyy~

the machine clicks on. the dildo forces its way into my throat, i choke and gag on it but they just keep playing with my cock, thrusting their fingers in and out of me. the machine sets a steady pace, in and out and in and out and combined with the fingers inside, my body rocks back and forth in time as i moan and cry around the cock in my throat. daddy said they would throat train me, said i needed it to be perfect, and daddy is always right, i want to be good and perfect for them, want them to be proud of the slutty little puppy theyve trained.

good boy, they praise. ive never felt lighter. good boy. their good boy. their property, their puppy. all for them.

Thinking about having my mouth fucked by a cock with knot, just holding my head still and fucking me like a toy, hard as they like. There’s also a remote vibrator put me and left on just low enough a setting that I can’t quite come, but it keeps me close the whole time, right on the verge, just like my breath with the cock so far down my throat

Have fun!!

Word count: 1,239. consensual nonconsent and kidnapping fantasy ^-^

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Freedom is a burden, bunny. You should be glad I took it from you.

your head, arms, eyelids are heavy. you can barely keep your head up let alone focus on anything but the words drift through your head. everything is bright, floaty, and delicious. there is something soft against your skin, something sweet and enticing in the air. you feel this desire to giggle, to laugh at the fact that you can’t see properly. it’s kind of funny, actually, that you don’t know where you are. so silly, how did you end up here?

you had been having a funny, sort of sexy dream. it had involved a bar, a funny drink, a length of smooth rope, and the hum of a car engine in the dark. there had been flashes of sexy things— deft caresses by strong hands, a musky cologne— intermingled in a way that confused you. the dream hadn’t been a typical wet dream, but your body reacted like it was. just thinking about it, electricity thrummed across your skin and instinctively you ground down into the carpet to relieve some of the tension

Good bunny.

you blush and squirm a little more, although a cold spot of doubt trickles into your mind. the voice is low and slow and lovely to listen to, but it’s unfamiliar and it makes the situation even more strange. your mind reminds you: you should not be enjoying this. you should be scared. but your tummy swoops hotly and your cunt throbs and you grind down again to quell the feeling

That’s it sweet thing. That’s it. Are you feeling horny, little bunny? Of course you are. It’s just in your nature isn’t it? I knew from the moment I saw you.

your vision swims as a face appears immediately before you, kind eyes and a warm smile blur together in pleasant disorientation. you feel their hands— strong, calloused, hot, confident— drag down the length of your torso before dipping between your thighs. a frustrated groan breaks the tense quiet and you feel their fingers circle your clit— hot, tingling, pulsing, throbbing— before pushing easily inside you. your moan sounds drunk to your own ears and you can’t help but lean into their caresses eagerly, chasing the pleasure.

Fuck, what a good girl

Have fun!!

Word count: 1,239. consensual nonconsent and kidnapping fantasy ^-^

i am once again thanking you for your patience in me publishing this!! folks, our friend waited at least a month for this, so give them a hand. i wanted to give a quality product <3

if you like my work, please consider tipping!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Freedom is a burden, bunny. You should be glad I took it from you.

your head, arms, eyelids are heavy. you can barely keep your head up let alone focus on anything but the words drift through your head. everything is bright, floaty, and delicious. there is something soft against your skin, something sweet and enticing in the air. you feel this desire to giggle, to laugh at the fact that you can’t see properly. it’s kind of funny, actually, that you don’t know where you are. so silly, how did you end up here?

you had been having a funny, sort of sexy dream. it had involved a bar, a funny drink, a length of smooth rope, and the hum of a car engine in the dark. there had been flashes of sexy things— deft caresses by strong hands, a musky cologne— intermingled in a way that confused you. the dream hadn’t been a typical wet dream, but your body reacted like it was. just thinking about it, electricity thrummed across your skin and instinctively you ground down into the carpet to relieve some of the tension

Good bunny.

you blush and squirm a little more, although a cold spot of doubt trickles into your mind. the voice is low and slow and lovely to listen to, but it’s unfamiliar and it makes the situation even more strange. your mind reminds you: you should not be enjoying this. you should be scared. but your tummy swoops hotly and your cunt throbs and you grind down again to quell the feeling

That’s it sweet thing. That’s it. Are you feeling horny, little bunny? Of course you are. It’s just in your nature isn’t it? I knew from the moment I saw you.

your vision swims as a face appears immediately before you, kind eyes and a warm smile blur together in pleasant disorientation. you feel their hands— strong, calloused, hot, confident— drag down the length of your torso before dipping between your thighs. a frustrated groan breaks the tense quiet and you feel their fingers circle your clit— hot, tingling, pulsing, throbbing— before pushing easily inside you. your moan sounds drunk to your own ears and you can’t help but lean into their caresses eagerly, chasing the pleasure.

Fuck, what a good girl

they ask me if I can speak yet, and when I shake my head they tell me that that’s okay, they’re gonna take things nice and slow and if they have questions I can just nod or shake my head

they let me rest, stopping only briefly to have me drink some water, before letting me just collapse against them, limp and exhausted

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I expect them to slap me, choke me, put a knife to my throat. I expect them to grab me so hard they leave bruises. I expect them to pound into my holes without a care for my pleasure or pain.

That’s why I flinch at their first touch. They gently cup my face and kiss my cheek. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” They whisper, as they use their finger to brush away the tears running down my face.

They run kisses down my neck, as I brace myself for them to dig their teeth in. I tense up as they tug at my clothes, waiting for them to start ripping them off my body. They never do.

Instead, they gently guide me into positions that let them slide my clothes off. They whisper praise into my ear as they do, how I’m doing so good for them, how I’m all theirs.

When they start to fuck me, they don’t push straight in. They prepare me, with lube and their fingers. When they finally press their cock into me, I can’t help but let out a moan.

I’m still crying, but I can’t bring myself to fight. As they fuck me, they pepper kisses on my back and shoulders and neck. They praise me, telling me that I’m doing so good for them, that I’m so pretty and I’m making them feel so good.

Soon enough I catch myself rocking back onto their cock, desperate for more of them. I can feel the pleasure building in my body, despite the conflict in my mind.

They hold me close as I cum, tears running down my face. I can hear them whispering praises into my ear. They gently pull out, and shift so that they can wrap their arms around me. Pulling the blanket over both of us, they give me lots of kisses, and offer me a drink of water.

The last time they offered me a drink, it knocked me out and I woke up here. I should spit it into their face. I should kick and scream and try to bite or headbutt them. I should fight… shouldn’t I?