H O L E S

As Terry came down from the high of an incredible orgasm, he smirked and finally took in the mess he’d made of her body. She was covered in bruises from head to toe, the only part of her that wasn’t blossoming blue was her face, though the slaps he’d left there didn’t 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. 

“And how would you make me hard?” 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. “Look at yourself,” he said. “Do you really think you deserve my cum?”

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 — he was right. she couldn’t 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.

her hands were tied behind her back, bent over a table in the middle of the room. there was something medieval in the way they’d claimed what used to be her (now) late husband’s empire, one of the most famous night clubs of the bay — 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. “please. you don’t have to do this. you can have all of my husband’s wealth just — let me go, i’ll give you anything”.

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 girlfriend’s foot rest. Soon, both of them were laughing in her face as she tried to lap up the jizz on her nose and cheeks. 

“Well I have to get to work,” Terry said, finishing off the last bit of his breakfast and then standing up to kiss Jennifer goodbye. “You’ll look out for it?” he asked, no longer even allowing her a human pronoun. 

Jennifer nodded, her eyes glimmering with malice. “Oh, I’ll look out for it,” she promised. She was looking forward to all the ways she could torment Liv for the next eight hours. She didn’t 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. 

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 jennifer’s care, and somehow that was the most terrifying part of this nightmare she’d been trapped in.

“That’s right,” Terry egged her on, his hand wrapping around her throat and squeezing as he fucked her with no care at all for her comfort. “All you are is holes. A set of holes that should always be filled.” 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. 

“You love this, don’t you? You little pain slut, cum dump.” He pressed her body firmly against his, but as he neared his orgasm, he pulled out once more. “You don’t deserve my cum,” he decided and instead, he came in a stream all over her back, purposefully avoiding her holes. 

rebecca screamed with every thrust of his cock in her sore asshole. it was excruciating, torture that wouldn’t relent, but still her cunt kept dripping, adoring the abuse and knowing, just like he’d 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.

(open to f)

“Sorry sweetie, the answer’s gonna be no on that one. We tried it already remember? And what did we learn? That you’ll just be a bad girl and run away from me and then I’ll have to go through the trouble all over again. And we don’t want that do we?” Jacqueline questioned while double checking to make sure that the other woman’s wrists were firmly tied to the bed posts. She used silk scarves, she wasn’t 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. “I always did think we never spent enough time together, y’know? We should fix that. Maybe a movie, maybe we just cuddle together and sleep some, maybe dinner. I can order dinner. Any ideas?”

@cuntrolld​ gets some quality time with her mother

let’s be honest here. anyone who’d 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 becks’ room, where she’d 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. “still doing well dear?” she quipped, grin tugging at her lips as she walked into the room and making her way towards the bed. “i could hear your whimpering from my room. not disappointed in the slightest.” she teased. “how much are you needing it now?”

she’d long ago learned her mother was too fucked up to reason with, but this — rebecca could have never foreseen it would have come to this. of course she’d indulged her mother playing with her more than once, though she’d 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 wasn’t straight up insane. 

@cuntrolld​ //

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 didn’t 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. 

     they wouldn’t break her. they wouldn’t break her. they wouldn’t 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.

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. “You don’t speak less spoken to, bitch.” 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 he’d be done soon, and leave her alone to face her disgrace.

The day had been long, and hard. He’d lost men, and he knew his father’s 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. “Did I say you could speak, cunt?” 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. “You’re going to suck this dick like the useless cock sleeve you are now?”

mina kept panting beneath her son’s 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 husband’s 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. “i’m sorry”, she cried, without even realizing what she was sorry for. perhaps she was just sorry she’d never really been able to please either of them.