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As Terry came down from the high of an incredible orgasm, he smirked and finally took in the mess heâd made of her body. She was covered in bruises from head to toe, the only part of her that wasnât blossoming blue was her face, though the slaps heâd left there didnât leave even that completely unblemished either. Across the bruises were the welts the whips had left behind, but his eyes were soon focused on her holes. Her ass was gaping so widely, he thought he could have gotten his whole hand in there without much problem. As for her cunt, well, he fucked that so often, it was always sloppy. He fingered her absent, feeling her wetness, the heat of her inside, and decided perhaps he could change that. Lock her cunt up for good and make her exclusively an anal and mouth slave.Â
âAnd how would you make me hard?â he asked. He walked away from her, grabbing the floor length mirror he kept in the middle of the room and dragged it closer so she could see herself: hanging from the ceiling like meat at a slaughter house, dripping in his cum, beaten. âLook at yourself,â he said. âDo you really think you deserve my cum?â
becks shuddered the second she saw herself. not an inch of her had been spared, her body covered in bruises and cuts, and drool around her mouth. pathetic, disgusting â he was right. she couldnât hope to be anything but a waste to him, and yet she was too devoted, too needy for him to give up trying. with eyes loaded with tears, she sniffed and then propped her chin up, proving that, despite how pathetic she looked, she was still proud of having been his personal stress reliever.
âi still have a mouth, sirâ, she mused, staring right into her reflection, as tears of exhaustion poured silently over her face. âand you can beat me when youâre stressedâ. then her voice wavered just slightly: âi know i donât deserve your cum, sir, but i would be happy serving you even if you chose to never fuck me againâ, she admitted, her voice lower now with fear that he would, in fact, decide to never fuck her again. âi only want to please youâ.
her hands were tied behind her back, bent over a table in the middle of the room. there was something medieval in the way theyâd claimed what used to be her (now) late husbandâs empire, one of the most famous night clubs of the bay â and it was turning into the theatre of their victory now, with her being displayed in front of dozens of strangers like a breeding mare. mina looked around, scared and somewhat desperate. once she locked eyes with what she believed to be the leader, she started pleading as best as she could. âplease. you donât have to do this. you can have all of my husbandâs wealth just â let me go, iâll give you anythingâ.
@cntrolmeindieâ , plotted starter.
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Terry laughed at her openly, watching the drool gather in the corner of her mouth, the way her eyes were blown wide and dark with lust. She was getting off on this, just like he knew she would, on her knees, lapping up his cum from a dog bowl, serving as his real girlfriendâs foot rest. Soon, both of them were laughing in her face as she tried to lap up the jizz on her nose and cheeks.Â
âWell I have to get to work,â Terry said, finishing off the last bit of his breakfast and then standing up to kiss Jennifer goodbye. âYouâll look out for it?â he asked, no longer even allowing her a human pronoun.Â
Jennifer nodded, her eyes glimmering with malice. âOh, Iâll look out for it,â she promised. She was looking forward to all the ways she could torment Liv for the next eight hours. She didnât have to work after all, Terry taking care of all her needs, the way he had for Liv before he decided he was through with her.Â
she heard that - two little letters marking her end as a human being, as if she would be nothing more than an animal for both of them, from the moment he went out the door. liv pleaded with her eyes before he left, but it was useless. she was soon left in jenniferâs care, and somehow that was the most terrifying part of this nightmare sheâd been trapped in.
liv bowed her head and awaited whatever hell jennifer was ready to rain down on her next. quietly, she cried to herself: she could feel the weight of the other womanâs legs on her back, and that was as good an excuse as any to keep her gaze to the ground, away from her, and conceal her tears of shame.
@lo-thar-ioââ sent :  I love seeing you like this.â ( Leon @ Rebecca. ) / DUBCON STARTERS ( always accepting ⼠)
she must have been truly a sight: on her knees, her round breasts out of her bra, covered head to toe in cum, and spit, and snot. the face of degradation, something close to a cum rag. she loved this, too: especially if it was meant to please him, and show him just what a devoted cumdump she could be for him. rebecca smiled, lapping up whatever cum she could gather around her lips. âi love being like thisâ, she mused, her voice still silky and seductive as if she still hadnât had enough. âi love being covered in your cumâ.

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âThatâs right,â Terry egged her on, his hand wrapping around her throat and squeezing as he fucked her with no care at all for her comfort. âAll you are is holes. A set of holes that should always be filled.â After pounding into her g-spot for several long minutes, he pulled out. He had no intention of letting her cum, not now, perhaps not ever again. Instead, he shoved his cock into her asshole instead and continued reaming her, loving the way her beaten asshole squeezed around him, hot and raw. The fucking must have been excruciating, but it was what she was there for, what she was made for.Â
âYou love this, donât you? You little pain slut, cum dump.â He pressed her body firmly against his, but as he neared his orgasm, he pulled out once more. âYou donât deserve my cum,â he decided and instead, he came in a stream all over her back, purposefully avoiding her holes.Â
rebecca screamed with every thrust of his cock in her sore asshole. it was excruciating, torture that wouldnât relent, but still her cunt kept dripping, adoring the abuse and knowing, just like heâd said, that her holes being filled was all she would ever deserve, all she could ever hope to be useful for. her screams soon began to turn into moans as he filled her up so tightly she thought she could feel him in her insides, ravaging her whole, with a pain so sweet it ignited her whole body.
and then he left her - her asshole suddenly unbearable empty, she would have given anything for him to fill her up again. âno, sir, please ââ, she begged, to no avail. she could feel (rather vaguely, as her body was so badly bruised and beaten she was starting to lose sensitivity) ropes of his cum hit the skin on her back. âsir, please, let me make you hard again, let me be your cumdump. please... please.â
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âSorry sweetie, the answerâs gonna be no on that one. We tried it already remember? And what did we learn? That youâll just be a bad girl and run away from me and then Iâll have to go through the trouble all over again. And we donât want that do we?â Jacqueline questioned while double checking to make sure that the other womanâs wrists were firmly tied to the bed posts. She used silk scarves, she wasnât barbaric. She could be though. She was making it clear that pulling the same stunt again was not going to make her happy in the slightest. âI always did think we never spent enough time together, yâknow? We should fix that. Maybe a movie, maybe we just cuddle together and sleep some, maybe dinner. I can order dinner. Any ideas?â
  there was a disconnect in rebeccaâs brain. on one hand, jacqueline and her ways troubled her enough that sheâd tried to just leave and forget her. on the other, some fucked up part of her was curious as to what jacquelineâs worst side truly was like. a need for freedom urged her to get away: a need for servitude and abuse, however, craved for whatever was next. caught in between the two fires, becks arched her eyebrows and laughed. âdinner? is this a joke?â, she asked, pulling against the restraints. âyou have me fucking hogtied and you want me to have dinner with you? youâre messed upâ.
hxttiesâ
@cuntrolldâ gets some quality time with her mother
letâs be honest here. anyone whoâd known nora could correctly guess that she was far from above this sort of thing. molding and grooming her daughter into her little personal plaything like she had. offering her up to get battered and railed by any cock she deemed deserving of such a luxury. basically, as far as nora concerned, becks was made for pleasing others and being used. by nora, first and foremost.
tongue running along her plump lips, the blonde made her way down the hall to becksâ room, where sheâd had the girl tied to the bedframe, a vibrator pressed against her clit. enough to get her wet and heated, but not enough to get her to cum. she wanted becks wet and needy. as if she was ever anything else. âstill doing well dear?â she quipped, grin tugging at her lips as she walked into the room and making her way towards the bed. âi could hear your whimpering from my room. not disappointed in the slightest.â she teased. âhow much are you needing it now?â
sheâd long ago learned her mother was too fucked up to reason with, but this â rebecca could have never foreseen it would have come to this. of course sheâd indulged her mother playing with her more than once, though sheâd always thought it was more like a messed up sort of motherly love. but now, after the third consecutive hour of this constant torture, becks started to wonder whether her mother wasnât straight up insane.Â
the worst part, however: perhaps she was insane, as well. because despite everything, her motherâs twisted game had her dripping. she kept moaning, whimpering like an animal in heat, begging for release of any kind .the second she heard nora come into the room, becks thrashed, begging for attention, begging to be freed. her eyes were full of tears, as she reached the brink of insanity. âplease. please make me cum. please, i need itâ, she begged, desperate. âplease, mommy. i canât take it anymore, i need to cumâ.Â
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Nix was sure that she had a name when she came into the correctional facility, but now she was just fucktoy 34. Another cunt on his caseload for him to break and turn into the perfect cumslut to be used. He knew what to expect from her first day - confusion, anger maybe. But it didnât mean Nix went easy on her - having strapped her on her hands and knees, bars to hold her in place, with a fuck machine going into her pussy relentlessly, a gag covering her throat, and a plug up her ass.Â
   they wouldnât break her. they wouldnât break her. they wouldnât break her. liv kept repeating this to herself over and over, like a prayer, like a mantra. she kept repeating it even as a plastic cock kept ramming her pussy over and over again, even as her ass was so painfully stuffed she thought it was going to bleed. and she kept struggling: against the bars holding her in place, against the straps around her hands and legs. she struggled hardest when she met his gaze, as if to make a point that he was not now, nor ever, going to break her. though it was hard to keep that belief in mind after the third orgasm from the machine.
MINA absolutely adores being CHOKED and it probably has to do with the fact that her throat / pipes are what made her such a successful and desired singer, so it excites her to no end for someone to have control over the one power / worth she has .

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hey loves ⼠iâm about to go to sleep but you can find me on mobile for a while, so you can plot with me here via ims or send some filthy text to the girls over on wire ( cuntrolld ) . also , feel free to help yourself to some :Â
â MEMES . â STARTERS . â WANTED PLOTS .
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im always trash for incest plots with brother/sister or father/daughter or uncle/niece like
relieving him from sexual frustration with a handjob or blowjob
being his cum dump every day
taking her virginity/each otherâs virginity
knocking her up either dubcon or her begging him to
fucking while hiding
riding him in the middle of the night and forcing him to cum in her
blackmailing them
handjob in the backseat on a roadtrip
public sex outside a party
glory hole at a party or club bathroom
You donât cum anymore.
Forget about what it felt like to orgasm. You donât cum anymore. You remember the date of your last orgasm, but the event was awkward and painful. Months of daily reminders that good girls donât cum disassociated pleasure from the act.
You donât cum anymore. In exchange you feel the vibrant insatiable lust of denial.
I keep you denied and you become my fuck toy. You donât cum anymore. You make me cum. We satisfy and complete each other.
taboonmisognyâ:
Brutish hand cracked against the back of her skull driving her face further into the wood, and leaving her body reeling. Her apology only served to make him angrier. âYou donât speak less spoken to, bitch.â Francis growled, and continued his relentless assault on her pert fuck hole. His cock slipping in, and out of her gaping ass hole with ease. Pounding deep inside her, and feeling his dick throb. He was ready to burst, soon.
mina suppressed a cry as he slapped the back of her ead, and proceeded to bury her face against the hard wood of the desk, now crying freely as he continued to abuse her asshole. she kept her eyes closed as if that could somehow make her less ashamed of the act, or less ashamed by the wetness now coating her cunt and dripping down her thighs. she only prayed heâd be done soon, and leave her alone to face her disgrace.

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The day had been long, and hard. Heâd lost men, and he knew his fatherâs rage was going to be insurmountable. He had built this life so his son could lead long past his passing, and here he was fucking everything up. He had always had a slight attraction to his mother, but he was doing this because of power. Not because of who she was. He wanted to feel strong again. âDid I say you could speak, cunt?â Francis let the butt of the pistol fling against her cheek. Roughly without restraint, and then gripped the roots of her hair, and lined her bruised face up against the enormous twelve inch spear of his rubbing her cheek against his shaft. âYouâre going to suck this dick like the useless cock sleeve you are now?â
mina yelped at the blow, holding her cheek in shock afterwards. sheâd never seen such rage in her sonâs eyes, and it terrified her. worse than that: it excited her, too. it was humiliating, but she had no choice. eyes cast down on the massive length of his cock, mina swallowed what bit of dignity she had left and parted her lips, tentatively beginning to tongue the tip of his cock, perhaps even savoring the taste of his skin. she was careful, slow: still refusing to accept the reality of things now. she kept throwing her gaze up at him, begging silently, trying to see if there was a shred of mercy left in him. nothing: all she saw was anger and rage, and whatever lust she could find was directly bound to his rage. she found a little comfort in that, knowing he didnât want to fuck her because she was his mother, but because of power. that still didnât change the fact, however, that her mouth was now full with her sonâs cock.
@taboonmisognyâ sent : I donât care whether you like it or not. Just take it. (Mina) / DUBCON STARTERS ( always accepting ⼠)
mina kept panting beneath her sonâs thrusts, her face covered in tears not just from the pain of his assault on her asshole, but by the sheer humiliation of having him ramming into her like an animal. she was bent over her husbandâs desk, the way he himself had taken her a thousand times, only now it was his son (HER son) fucking her like a common street whore. âiâm sorryâ, she cried, without even realizing what she was sorry for. perhaps she was just sorry sheâd never really been able to please either of them.