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i love selfish partners. yes kidnap me because you want me all to yourself. yes beat & punish me because i didnât do what you want. yes treat me however you want because iâm yours.
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thinking about how hot it would be to be naked with another girl on the floor, sharing a knife and taking turns nicking each other and licking the blood off
pinching the flesh between my index finger and my thumb to make a little more blood rise up through her flesh till a little bead of dark red is filling the wound
slowly going a little deeper for more blood flow, making out and being touchy, want to watch the blood flow quicker, covering each other in our blood till weâre both just covered in the mixture of both our blood
The concept of your dad washing out your mouth with his cock instead of with soap when you scream "fuck you!" at him in the middle of your explosive argument.
"How dare you talk to me that way little girl" he scolds you as his fat cock hits the back of your throat. "'Fuck you', huh. You want to speak like a big girl then I'll fucking treat you like one too."
Dad grasping your head up and rutting his cock against your face, too turned on to even properly fuck your throat. He's softly apologising, saying he needs it. You dont even know if you forgive him, it's so gross that you stare at him and wince, but you're so turned on at the same time. Feeling him pressing his thumbs into your cheeks as he gets closer, moaning as his cock throbs against your cheek and the hot cum starts dripping down the side of your face.
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dad overstimulating his daughterâs sensitive princess parts with the tip of his finger tracing along her underwear, the stickiness seeping through the fabric as her legs shake.
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don't go any further if you're not into hard kinks like "kidnapping, mild stalking"
i was going to make this a much hardcore roleplay scene with CNC, knives, and blood but I'll save that for a later date, for now i hope this is decent enough
again.. DON'T read below the cut if you're not into stuff like this, it's your final warning.âş
I could feel eyes watching me, but none of the people on the busy street seemed to be looking my way. As I walked I could hear a second pair of footsteps behind me. They echoed my steps in near-perfect unison, but as I quickly came to a halt, I couldn't miss the extra step that followed.Â
My blood froze, my heartbeat was pounding so loudly in my ears that I thought I was going to go deaf.Â
Not wanting whoever was following me to know that I was aware of their presence. I carefully reached into my pocket and brought my cellphone to my ear.
 âHey, I'm on your side of town and was wondering if youâd like to get lunch with me? Yeah, that sounds great. Iâll come to your place.â
 I was too scared to go home. I couldnât risk leading this person right to my front door. Where could I go that was safe? With my heart in my throat, Ever-so-slightly, I turned around.Â
There was a woman, dressed in casual streetwear and sunglasses. She didnât think I recognized her, but she wasnât fully certain either. My hand gripped the pepper spray in my bag as I called out to her
âWho are you?â I swallowed, trying not to sound so afraid
 âWhy are you following me?â.
 I got no response, so I did the only logical thing I could have done, I ran.Â
The opposite direction of my home. The closest thing to me was the woodsÂ
surely they wonât follow me there?Â
The woods smelled like damp earth and crushed leaves, sharp and green and alive, every breath I took tasted like panic.Â
My lungs burned, my throat raw and my mouth was dry with fear, sweat ran cold down my spine as the branches tore at my sleeves and slapped against my face.Â
The woods felt too dark, every shadow looked like it was reaching for me, but I ran anyway. My boots slipped in the mud, the tree roots felt like they were reaching out and grabbing at my feet, my heart pounding so violently I thought it might burst out of my chest.
 The worst part?
 I couldnât hear the thundering pursuit of her boots behind me
 No..
Just slow, steady footsteps.
 I risked a glance behind me and the world tilted, my foot caught on a hidden root. I went down hard, palms stinging.Â
The taste of dirt and blood flooded my mouth as my teeth sank into my bottom lip.Â
I scrambled up, my heart in my throat, vision blurringâŚand ran straight into her.Â
Strong hands closed around my wrists, gripped my hair, everywhere at once, it felt like.
 The scent of her hit first, something warm and clean beneath the forest's damp rot, a contrast that made my stomach twist.
 âNoâŚplease..â I gasped, my voice breaking.
 I was shoved back against a tree, the bark biting into my shoulders, rough and cold through my clothes.
 My breath came in sharp, painful bursts, like I couldn't pull enough air into my lungs no matter how hard I tried.
 âRunning already?â she murmured, voice low, dangerously calm.Â
My wrist still pinned above my head, I attempted to pull free and failed again.
The strength she was holding me with felt effortless and casual like she wasnât even really trying yet.Â
She leaned close, so close I could feel her breath against my lips, her breath smelled clean, controlled, and steady.Â
So different from my own, which tasted like blood, fear and dirt.
 âI thought youâd run a bit longer,â she said softly.
 Tears burned at the corners, my body shook, not just from exhaustion, but from the sickening certainty that I was completely overpowered.
 Every instinct screamed at me to fight, to run, to do something, but my muscles felt like water around my bones.
 âLet me go,â I whispered, barely able to form words âplease.âÂ
She began tracing my jaw with a light, almost gentle touch that somehow made it worse.
 My skin crawled where she touched.Â
My stomach twisting with anticipation and dread, my throat tightening until I could barely swallow, âYouâre shaking,â the woman observed, almost fondly.Â
âI can feel it.âÂ
She loosened her grip just a fraction,just enough to give me hope.Â
I lunged.Â
She caught me instantly.Â
A hand slammed back onto the tree beside my head, blocking my escape.
 The other pinned my wrists again, higher this time, forcing me to stretch, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I gasped for air.Â
A soft laugh.
 âSee?â she said âYou really donât stand a chance.âÂ
The words sank into me like cold water.
 My fear deepened, thick and heavy, pressing against my ribs.Â
The forest seemed to close in, the smell of moss and rot and night wrapping around me, trapping me in this moment.
 My mouth tasted like copper.Â
My hands were numb.
 My legs trembled so badly I wasn't sure I could stand on my own anymore.
The woman leaned in, our faces inches apart.Â
âYou really did run beautifully,â she said. âBut you should knowâŚI always catch what I chase.âÂ
I didn't bother trying again.Â
My legs gave out before my courage did, my knees buckled and I sank to the forest floor, my palms digging into the wet leaves and cold mud, the smell of the earth filled my nose, thick and suffocating.Â
My breath coming out in broken, sobbing gasps I could no longer control.
âPlease,â I whispered again, not even sure who I was begging anymore.Â
The women watched me for a moment, head tilted, eyes dark with something unreadable.Â
Then she moved.
 In one swift motion, she crouched and grabbed me by the arm, hauling me upright as easily as if I weighed nothing.Â
I cried out, the sound tore from my throat as I was lifted off my feet âno!...no, stop please!â I pleaded, kicking weakly, my boots barely grazing the air.Â
âEasyâ she said, voice calm, almost soothing âyouâll hurt yourselfâ the words felt like a threat wrapped in silk.Â
 I was thrown over the womanâs shoulder, my stomach pressing into hard muscle.
 Blood rushed to my head, and I pounded my fists weakly against her back
 âput me down!, let me go!â my voice vanished into the trees.
 She walked towards the forest opening onto a narrow gravel road where a dark vehicle waited, engine off, silent and patient.Â
The sight of it made my chest seize with terror âno, wait.â I whispered âplease donât!â the trunk popped open with a dull thud.Â
My heart lurched violently.
 I thrashed, finally finding a surge of desperate strength, but it didnât matter.Â
She lowered me into the trunk anyways, one hand firm on my shoulder the other guiding my legs inside almost as if she was packing away a bag instead of a person.
âPlease, pleaseâ i sobbed, voice cracking, tears streaking down my face âiâll do anything, just please donâtâ
âShh..â she cooed âi know you willâ the carpet scratched against my skin as i curled up instinctively, trying to make myself small, trying to disappear.Â
My breath came in fast, shallow gasps, my chest tightening until I felt like I was breathing through cloth.
 âDonât close it,â I begged, âplease donât close itâŚâÂ
the woman paused for a fraction of a second, looking down at me, Then without any more hesitation the trunk lid came down.Â
Darkness washed over me, The sound was deafening, the heavy âthunkâ echoing through the enclosed space, the air felt thinner immediately.Â
âNo, No!â I cried out, pounding on the lid with shaking fists â let me out! Please!â I knew it was no use, the car had been started. Vibration rattled through the trunk, through my bones, through my teeth.Â
I curled tighter, knees pulled to my chest, arms wrapped around myself as I shook violently. Every bump in the road jolted my body. I had no way of knowing where I was being taken. The car drove on. I was trapped in the dark, with nothing but my terror and the sound of the road carrying me somewhere I couldnât escape from.
The car slowed to a stop, the sound of gravel crunching underneath thick soled boots became louder and louder as the woman walked towards the trunk, towards me.
The trunk latch clicked. The cold night air rushed in as it was lifted all the way open, sharp and clean compared to the suffocating metal box. I gasped, blinking against the sudden brightness, the woman stood above me outlined by the moonlight, calm as ever.
âWeâre here,â she said quietly.Â
Something inside me snapped. Before the woman could reach towards me I exploded out of the trunk with a strangled cry, slamming into her with every ounce of desperation I had left. My shoulder hit hard, she staggered back a step.Â
For one fragile, split, impossible second, it felt like I might actually break free. I desperately shoved at her chest, trying to twist away out of the strong arms that held me tight
 âlet go of me!â I screamed, voice ragged and feral.Â
My hands connected. Fists pounding, nails scratching anything that would make contact, but it was like attacking stone. The woman just grunted softly, more startled than hurt. I aimed towards her face and my wrists were caught mid swing. Both of them, pinned.Â
âThatâs enough! Start walkingâ she said, breath steady despite the struggle.
 âNo! I wonât go in there" I say as I drag my feet deep into the dirt as she tries to steer me towards the dark cabin.
 I thrashed once more and the woman maneuvered me easily, flipping me straight into the dirt and gravel pinning my arms to my back.Â
âi gave you a chance to be calm,â she murmured, not cruelly, but disappointed âyou chose not toâ.
âFuck you!â I choked out.Â
Her grip on me loosened âyou done?â she asked quietly.Â
âFuck..youâ i whispered, my words coming out weak and breathless with her weight on my backÂ
âi heard you the first time.â she said smugly
My arms were still twisted behind my back, wrists held firmly together. The position made my shoulders ache. I tried once more to pull free, not a real attempt this time more like a reflex, anything to ease the ache. Her hand on my wrist tightened slightly, as a warning. That was enough to make me stay still.
âNow, are you going to cooperate so I can get you up off the ground?â she asks and I nod immediately, anything to get off the cold hard dirt.
She lifted me up onto my feet, stepped in front of me and began brushing the sticks and loose dirt off my clothing. I fight the soft smile that wants to rise to my lips seeing her still sweet nature coming through despite what we're doing here.
 âNow, walkâ she says softly.Â
The words were simple but my legs wobbled as I tried to move. I stumbled almost immediately, but before I could fall her firm hand caught my upper arm âi canâtâŚâ I murmured.
 âYes, you canâ. She said as she began to steer me forward anyways.
 Ahead of us stood a familiar building, a tad larger than a cabin but still just as isolated, its shape dark against the moonlit sky. One dim light glowed above the door.Â
âNo,â I whispered âplease, donât do this.â
The woman stopped just long enough to open the door, warm air drifted out, carrying the faint familiar smells of wood and cleaner from the last time we were here.
 âInside,â she said, her grip shifted for a moment.
 I felt a fraction of space between us. My instincts screamed at me and I tried to run, I barely made it two steps. A hand caught the back of my jacket and yanked me backwards sharply. Crying out as my balance vanished, I was pulled right into solid arms again.Â
âYouâre really determined.â she murmured near my ear. I struggled weakly, but I had no strength left anymore , my hands trembled and my legs barely could hold myself up anymore. I was turned around and guided through the cabin doorway. The door shut behind us with a dull final thud.
Inside, the light was brighter than outside, making me squint. The main room was plain, old wooden walls, floors and heavy furniture kept in the same spots as it originally was. The windows had been covered up with thick pieces of foam with the intention to keep the sounds inside.
 I could feel the anticipation rising with every second. She released my arm and stepped away looking at me, not rushing me. I looked towards the door quicklyÂ
âDonât even think about itâ she said quickly as if she could read my mind, my shoulders sagged and my hands hung uselessly to my sides, shakingÂ
âWhy are you doing this?â I whispered again, my voice hollow with exhaustion.
 âBecause, I've been watching you for weeks, and you just looked too beautiful to not take the chance, it was too easy to get youâ she said with a toothy little smile. Her words settled in the room like weight. But the silence didn't last.Â
My eyes flicked to the side of the room towards a narrow hallway, half-shadowed and unguarded. It wasnât much, barely even a possibility. Fear makes possibilities feel enormous.
I moved suddenly, a sharp inhale, a twist of my shoulders and I bolted past the table she was standing beside towards the hallway, boots still coated in dirt slipping against the wooden floor , for one wild heartbeat, hope surged through my chest. The woman laughed. Actually laughed.Â
âOh, come on!â I heard closely behind before I felt a hand grip the back of my shirt pulling me backwards hard. I cried out as she lunged into me, sending us both to the floor. Air rushed out of my lungs as the wood slammed against my back.
 âGot youâ she said smugly.
 I immediately tried to buck her off of me, panic flooding every nerve. I shoved at her shoulders âGET OFF!â
âOh, this again?â she interrupted, almost amused, she caught both my wrists in one hand and forced them over my head with humiliating ease.Â
âYou really think youâre going to get out of this?â she asked, grinning down at me. âThatâs quite adorableâ
âFuck youâ i spat, thrashing harder
âMmâ she tilted her head mockingly âwhose under who again?â
I tried to knee her, but she shifted her weight onto me effortlessly
âSeriously?,â she said with a scoff âare you done?âÂ
She leaned closer, close for her voice to drop into something lower, more intimate, even more patronizing.
âYou know what your problem is?â she murmured âyou keep mistaking desperation for abilityâ
Her grip tightened suddenly forcing a sharp cry to escape my lips.
âI let you run in the woods because it was fun,â she continued casually, âI let you jump out of the trunk. I even let you make it halfway across the room just nowâ.Â
A smug smile spread slowly across her face âyouâve never actually gotten close to escaping meâ.
My stomach twisted and my face fell because deep down I knew it was true.
âThere it is,â she said softly âthat lookâ
I tried turning my face away but she catches my chin immediately, forcing me to look back up at her
âOh no, no,â she chided âdonât sulk now, you were so brave a second agoâ
âPleaseâŚâ I whispered, the fight in me finally cracking apart into trembling exhaustion
The woman smirked âthere she is, there's my good girlâ.