Whats Written In The Dark

they’ve tried everything. gold sacrifices, human sacrifices, anything. but the wheat fields cannot take being razed again if they hope to survive the winter, so theyve got one more idea.

there’s this boy, they say. this boy who’s got a drippy hole so pretty it draws the eyes of every man he passes, even though he’s chaste. it’ll work, they say. the dragon will see his worth, as the men do.

so they grab you in your sleep, dress you in golden chains that will catch the dragon’s eye, and chain you to the flagpole in the middle of town. it matters not how you scream and thrash, as this is for the good of the people.

the dragon is huge and terrifying, with red skin between black scales. his claws are huge and wings near as wide as the river. but his eyes glisten with intelligence, you realize as you look desperately over your shoulder. and his tongue is warm. you feel the heat of the fire it radiates while it slips between your legs, brushing against your thighs and nothing else before tasting the gold on your chest. as it retreats, it flicks your cock and tastes your hole, making you let out an embarrassing yelp before the town.

his tongue probes you in a way you’ve never felt before. it’s tapered point makes it’s way into you easily, but quickly it’s girth increases, stretching you like you could’ve only imagined in dreams. you feel it prod at every spot and wall within you, spreading saliva that warms you like fire.

and you’re not even a fraction of the dragon’s size, which makes itself even more clear as he rears up on his hind feet. with intelligence and intent he bends the flagpole above your head, so that it does not interfere with the dragon as he lumbers above you. looking up, you can see the fire between his scales in his belly.

you feel the warmth of his cock before you think to turn and see it. it’s dripping and, terrifyingly, the size of your thigh, and you can’t even think it’s fully unsheathed.

but boxed in by the great dragon’s legs and belly, held in place by your chains, you have no choice. and the ghost of its hot tongue within you has left you aching, so you press against the flagpole and lean forward, hoping to give it easy access

easy it is not, but access it gains. you feel more of yourself than you ever have as it presses in, sparking your every nerve. you black out somewhere after its first breach and come to when it’s fully inside you, your legs splayed lewdly on it and back arched enough to feel it press on the wall of your belly. it’s too massive even to clench down on, and fills you up so completely you’re not even sure you can open your mouth to moan. you simply drown in the warmth in your belly, slowly dripping into you with each thrust.

it cums what feels like hours later, filling you even more completely with lava. the heat of it sends you into a haze, unfocused eyes and jellied legs doing nothing to make you look composed before your town.

Ooh, this is creative, I like this <3

If this particular branch or organization or what-have-you can't get funding because of the usual government bureaucracy, then they're going to have to resort to shadier methods in order to get what they need, and what they need is a test subject. Unfortunately, I just so happened to get the short end of the stick, and I wake up in a less-than-optimal situation, with one half of my body on one side of a thick wall and the other half isolated from it.

Looking at the creature, it's dark, sludgy. It only looks like a lump of slime, at first, maybe about the size of a crouched person - but peering deeper reveals something squirming, tangling. It gets closer to me, tendrils seeking the base of the wall, and I realize something: it wants to get to the other side. With me blocking the only hole visible, there's clearly only one route for it to take, and there's nothing I can do to resist as it gets closer and closer, reaching out, seeking a path through to the other side. I don't know what the proprietors here are using to motivate it, but it appears motivated indeed, if its urgency is anything to go by.

It explores my upper body, my arms, my face, and then finds what it's looking for. Before I can say anything, before I can even attempt to press my lips together, the thing has slid into my mouth, sending a hunk of slime and tendrils across my tongue. I choke and sputter, unprepared, but the slime is undeterred, pressing itself against the back of my throat to force more of itself inside, sliding down into my stomach. Now that it's found a way through, the rest of its body seems eager to join in, climbing up the wall and up my body in order to make its way into my mouth, squirming down my throat to bloat my stomach just like the rest of it. I'm uncomfortably full within minutes, my midsection distended slightly around the uninvited guest, but there's no stopping it - it's not even halfway done.

My eyes roll back in my head as it gets more insistent, parting my throat easily to move more quickly. I can barely sneak in a breath between pulses of slime and writhing appendages, but that's not even the worst of it, because the thing has found the rest of its pathway. My stomach abruptly feels less full, in exchange for the rest of me stretching to accomodate something not meant for the human body. That's what these tests are for - can the human body withstand a monster like this, treating it as nothing but a pathway to its next goal? I suppose I'm here to find out, and to help other people find out. I wonder who might be watching this take place over a hidden camera, taking notes somewhere in another room. Sarcastically, I hope they're enjoying the show.

My midsection distends further as the tentacled thing makes itself perfectly at home, working its way through the maze of my guts, more slime and arms filling my stomach while the rest of it explores my intestines. It takes a few more minutes to make any more progress, but its progress is obvious once it gets there - a burst of slime and fluids, and there are tentacles spilling out of my asshole on the other side of the room, slopping down my legs and regrouping on the floor between my feet. That's what finally makes me moan outright, my toes curling and my muscles tensing because that's all I can do in my bonds, my asshole tightening around the appendages wriggling through it. The creature doesn't like its progress being impeded, and responds by using more force, speeding up its journey through my body.

One particularly stubborn clump of tentacles is what tips me over the edge into cumming, but I can't even moan past the last few portions of sludge filling my mouth. At least the creature is almost done with me, but the rest of it still has to get through before I can consider myself truly out of the woods - and I'm not even all that sure I want it to be done, busy basking in the pleasure from the writhing arms stimulating the walls of my guts, my stomach, my asshole. When my mouth is finally free again, I can moan obscenely, whorishly, and I stop caring who might be looking on for observational data. Who cares what kind of data they're getting from this? Who cares if someone's jacking off to this while they're supposed to be taking notes?

Unfortunately for my tired body, it's not over when the last of the tentacles slides out of my asshole. Another creature on the other side wants to get through just the same as the other one, and it's determined to do so in the exact same way - just in reverse. My asshole, loosened by the slime from the first creature, easily accepts a gooey clump of appendages as it starts making it way up my system, seeking the opposite end, stimulating every nerve ending it can find on the way there. I'm so full, so full, so round and heavy, my belly bloated with something I didn't ask for, things squirming out of my mouth and slopping onto the floor with a wet noise. It makes me cum even harder than the first one did, and by the time it's all the way through, I'm hanging limply from the wall, heaving for breath and drenched in sweat.

Are there more of these creatures? What was the motivation for this test in the first place? What are they? How many people are going to see camera footage of me cumming while my ass is violated by a creature I don't even have a name for?

you can feel his knot growing slowly as you bounce up and down in his lap. He's a mess beneath you. whimpering and growling as you fuck yourself on his cock.

His hands are restrained behind his back so all he can do is buck his hips up to meet yours, even though he wants to grabs your waist and set your speed for you.

"c-close," he warns as if you couldn't tell, the way his cock throbs inside of you, you know he's going to cum soon. it's a little bit of an accident when his knot slips in, you buck your hips down at the same time he thrusts up, and his still-forming knot slams into you, and inflates, locking him in place.

His eyes roll back in pleasure as he empties himself inside of you, his knot trapping the two of you together.

You've never felt this full in your life, his knot presses right against your G-spot, and the tip of his cock is right on your cervix as he pumps cum deep into your womb.

"you feel perfect around my knot," he praises, as you both catch your breath.

"it's too big," you whine, you try to pull away from him but you're stopped by the jolt of pain it causes you.

like when he’s ceaselessly fucking you, his shoulders tense and back hunched as he keeps slamming his hips into your own without stop for literal ages. you’re clearly overstimulated, perhaps you’ve even clenched around him multiple times and came once or twice, and it makes you sensitive between your legs; makes your entire body sticky and overheated with sweat and arousal.

the entire thing has turned borderline exhausting after so much time of constant fucking has passed. so you stare into his eyes as you beg him to fill you up, as you beg him to finish this already because your legs are nearly shaking as you cling onto him for dear life with the help of your ankles that you keep crossed on the small of his back, just a little above his waist.

he grumbles something about trying as an answer, and fuck, everything is just. so. tender. your pussy feels like it’s being murdered after the amount of stimulation he makes you endure. you start begging him again, the same thing over and over again, and his pupils become huge at the eye contact, at the little pleas that you keep babbling out, at the way you writhe and wiggle underneath him, trying to help him out.

but no matter what, he just can’t cum.

so your hands work on instinct as they reach for the place where you connect. you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and tug the condom off as soon as he slips out of your abused hole.

“try it now,” you whimper out frantically, easing him back as soon as the protection is tossed to the side. “try to fill me up now.”

“but it’s risky, you know i can’t without the—” he starts, however his voice suddenly fades into uneven panting when you push once more, causing his tip to slip right back inside you.

and the moment he’s back inside, this time completely raw, he starts to pound. pound for real. and surprise, surprise, it only takes him thirty seconds, perhaps a minute tops for his thrusts to turn jerky and for that warm, familiar feeling to overtake him — the same feeling that he’s been chasing for the last twenty minutes or so.

he pulls out the very last second before he becomes undone, letting ropes of milky white drip over your stomach and chest.

Maybe a witch is doing a ritual under the full moon in the forest? Maybe it feels so good that the werewolf just needs to keep fucking you…

I’m an extremely shy person and have no idea on how to request but I just have a BIG thing for werewolves so pretty please

Absolutely!

M!werewolf x human!witch!reader

Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, reader is AFAB, Cunnilingus, degradation and praise, breeding kink, reader is very okay with it, but still dub/non-con, cursing, kidnapping, not proof read

Your mind, already so dazed and blissed out, feels the pleasure of their words well up. You let out a soft moan, slipping it past their finger. “And you know what happens as you suck, don’t you, toy?” You feel your head nod softly, already starting to slip down into trance.

That was their game to play today. You suck, and you sink, deeper and deeper into trance. Body on auto pilot, mind falling away, feeling so very good. Their finger was removed from your mouth, and as your head hung limp, resting forwards, you heard them unzip something.

The rest of the evening continued like this. A dizzying array of silicon sex toys were brought to your lips, and dutifully, obediently, you serviced every one. And as you did, your mind sank deeper and deeper, their words filled your mind a little more.

by the time they're finished, after a few months of this, you have a dozen litters in your belly of different sizes and at various stages: one early litter that's nearly ready to be born, half a dozen young that are almost full-grown; a few later litters that have a few weeks left to go, still small but already starting to squirm and kick, and then a number of litters that haven't started to grow yet but will soon, making your already-swollen belly even heavier and rounder.

but that's not what makes you so special. the reason this group of friends is paying so much to rent you for the night is because your synthskin is transparent, like sturdy but crystal-clear vinyl that lets them see inside you—all the way to the thick cock currently rearranging your components. as you gasp and squirm, the man yanks your hips back against his and comes deep inside of you, his seed spurting into a reservoir prominently placed just beneath the surface of your abdomen.

the liquid barely has time to settle inside of you before the next person, a woman, steps up and pushes her cock all the way inside of you in one thrust. she bends your legs up next to your ears and locks them in place, leaving you exposed and helpless to resist—not that you'd want to, given that your neural feedback sensors are telling you that this is the best you've ever felt, even as your cheeks glow pink and your programming makes you try and hold in your moans.

after she comes, adding more than a little fluid to the amount already sloshing around inside of you, a third person steps up. the cock swinging between their legs is an augment, huge and knotted at the base where it connects seamlessly to their body, and everyone still waiting in line claps and cheers. "want to see if i can void this warranty, boys?" they say, before picking you up beneath your arms and settling you onto their cock like an oversized toy.

they hold you up like you barely weigh anything and fuck into you hard and fast, like they're trying to work you open. you've taken a lot of cocks, but none quite like this one, its bulbous head as thick and blunt as a fist, pistoning inside of you like nothing you've ever felt before. even if you weren't programmed to feel overwhelmed by every brush against your skin, every inch stretching you open, you can tell you'd be overwhelmed by this sensation—but the fact that your feedback is making you clench down around every thrust certainly doesn't help.

even as they fuck you relentlessly, the person feels around at the back of your skull until they find your manual override button, the one that makes you come immediately every time it's pressed. "hope you're ready for this," they grunt, "because i'm about to rewrite your processor," and shove deep inside of you until you're pressed against their growing knot. "one," they say, thrusting, "two, three—" and on the third thrust, they slide all the way home, pressing down on the button at the same time.

blinding pleasure erupts inside of you, racing all the way down the wires that lead to your toes and sparking like a lightning storm across the gold filaments of your core. you can feel yourself glitching, your legs twitching where they're locked in place, your hands shaking and your eyes blinking in and out of focus, their apertures spinning wildly as you lose control of every function. dimly you can feel your belly filling as they pump you full of cum, the one-way valve in your artificial womb making sure it all stays deep inside of you even as your reservoir begins to stretch to accommodate the sheer volume.

you slowly come back to yourself to find everyone gathered around you. you're still stuck on the person's knotted cock—you can feel it twitching inside of you as it continues to spurt—and your belly is a perfect rounded hemisphere in front of you, ballooned so far out that you can't see the floor. "what do you think?" they say. "will the company want this one back, or do you think we've ruined it for anyone else?"

even before people start to answer, chuckling, slapping each other on the back, gathering around to poke at your taut belly and watch the cum slosh around inside, you know the answer, and you try to say something, but your voice is still rebooting, and the only noise that comes from your mouth is the crackle of static.

"smart bot," the person says, thrusting up into you a little. "we're going to keep you like this all the time. is that what you want? to be our live-in toy, fucked so stupid that you can't even moan?"

before you can answer, they press your manual override and pleasure renders you useless all over again as everyone laughs. "save some for the rest of us," someone else says, and the person grins.

I’d convince you to come with me for some fun exploring of an old abandoned factory, I’m your friend so there’s no reason to think we’re going to have anything but a good time together just hanging out and exploring this place.

Once we get there I’ll let you walk around a bit until we find a big open room with some chains and hooks hanging from the ceiling and a bunch of old wooden pallets laying around. I decide that this will be the perfect place for me to make my move so I call you over and pull out a couple of beers from my backpack for us to drink and you don’t question it at all, it’s just an innocent gesture to drink with a friend in a place like this. You won’t suspect a thing and eventually you’re getting a bit drunk so that’s when I walk over to where you’re sitting to get things going.

You’re too distracted to be able to react before my fist is gripping your short hair tightly and yanking you off the pile of pallets you’re sitting on and down onto the dirty concrete floor. You make a pained confused noise from the rough impact and I’m already straddling you to keep you pinned to the ground before you realize what’s happening. It’s enough to pull you from your happy buzzed state but I’ve made sure you’re still drunk enough to be just off your game so that your reactions are slower and your movements a little clumsy.

I place both my knees on each of your arms to keep you down and to keep your arms out of the way and to let me use my hands freely, I grip your hair again to force you to look me in the eyes as I tell you to shut up and that we’re gonna have some extra fun today.

I’ve made sure to plan for all of this beforehand, I know you can put up a good fight and won’t hesitate to bite or claw at me so I packed some extra tools to make this easier. I reach over to get my backpack and fish up a gag with a sturdy metal ring in it to leave your mouth accessible and some rope and a pair of handcuffs. As soon as I try to open your mouth to strap in the gag you start to struggle more, I can see the realization fully hit that I’m going to hurt you and there’s no one around to stop me so you try harder to get me off you. You buck and thrash and keep your teeth clamped together as hard as you can to make sure I don’t get the upper hand. I let you struggle and tire yourself out for a bit at first, it takes a lot less effort for me to keep you pinned than it takes for you to desperately try to shake me off and I can feel you get weaker under me and that’s when I move my left hand over to hold your nose. It efficiently shuts off your air supply since you’re so determined with keeping you mouth closed and until you open it and give me the access I need to gag you you’ll be suffocating.

It takes a minute, you’re still thinking you can get yourself out of this but when your pulse is beating hard in your ears, your limbs are losing their strength and you can see it on my face that I won’t let go until you pass out you finally give in and gasps for air. I already have the gag ready in my right hand and it only takes a second to push the metal ring between your jaws and quickly hold the straps in place until I can lock them together behind your skull. I guess the oxygen deprivation alongside the alcohol and exhaustion from struggling has made you weaker than you thought. You try to tilt your head to the side to keep your vulnerable exposed mouth away from me but I move my grip back to your hair so I can hold your head in place.

You’re terrified and I know by now your boycunt is wet as well, you can’t help it the danger of being fully at someone’s mercy is thrilling and it sends rushes of heat to your crotch. It’s distracting you a bit and you don’t notice me using my zipper until I’ve pulled out my cock and hold it just above your spread lips. Another surge of futile struggling ensues and I use your panicked state to slide my half hard dick over your tongue letting you feel me throb at the fear I’m causing you.

I tell you to swallow quickly and before you know it a stream of hot piss hits your mouth, I made sure to drink enough to have a full bladder for you before and the relief from letting it go feels almost as good as the disgusted look on your face and the tears slowly welling up in your eyes do when you’re forced to swallow it to not drown. I keep holding up the flow whenever your mouth fills up too much so you have time to gulp down the piss and not let it spill and go to waste. The taste is bitter and disgusting and your tears keep falling from your eyes as you’re forced to drink it all. I comment on how good you’re swallowing it and your tdick twitches in your soaked pants against your will.

When I’m done I wipe my cockhead on your tongue before pulling out and zipping up again. You have a moment of hopefulness that it’s all over before I reach over to my bag and pull out a bottle of whiskey. I open it and tip a big shot into your mouth and you’re once again forced to gag and swallow to be able to breath.

I do the same thing a couple of more times before I put the bottle away and move on to handcuffing your right and left wrist together, moving my legs off of your tired arms to lock your hands together isn’t too difficult with how tired your whole body is from being pinned to the ground for so long. Once you’re a bit more secured I get off and pull you up on your feet. You awkwardly shuffle to get up and when you’re standing again you try to step away from me but I slap you hard in the face and tell you that if you run you won’t get very far and the punishment will be bad. Normally I know you wouldn’t even hesitate to run anyway but you know I’m right this time, if you tried to run you’d fall and I’d get you so instead you let me drag you over to one of the hanging hooks over by the wall while desperately trying to think of a way out of this.

I get the chain to lower one of the metal hooks down enough so that I can hook your handcuffed hands and then pull you up to a point where you dangle slightly above the ground. You’re in a much more vulnerable position swaying like this but I’m not done, I go to get a heavy pallet and place it under your feet so you can stand just barely again and I use the rope I brought with me to tie your feet to it with your legs spread apart. My little setup is starting to come together but I have more things planned and you’re way too dressed for that so I go to get my backpack to show you all the things I got for today.

I pull out a pair of scissor first and make quick work of removing your pants, I leave your underwear on and only cut off the lower half of your shirt so your nipples peak out under the fabric but leaves your upper body mostly covered. The cool air makes you shiver and it makes you wobble where you stand, if it weren’t for the hook holding you up and your legs being tied to the heavy pallet you’d have fallen over by now.

As you get used to your new position I get another item from my bag, a tube shaped pump that I bring over to you. You try to protest but all it does is make you drool all over yourself and only unintelligible nonsense comes out with the gag still holding your mouth open. I take the opportunity to reach out and grab your boycunt, it’s slick and warm and it jolts your body as soon as I touch you. I pinch and pull at your tdick a little before I hold your cunt open so I can place the pump over your pathetic tcock and start to pump and pulling it up into the tube. The noises you make are gorgeous, a mix between protests, cries and helpless moans to be toyed with more. When you’re all sealed in and pumped up I walk around behind you and give your ass a hard smack. You cry out from the impact and the dick pump on you jostles, tugging at your swollen tdick in the process.

I hit your cheeks a few more times before looking around for a better tool to use, I spot a smooth thin stick a few steps away and I give it an experimental swing in the air. The sound from the air makes you jump and it’s such a pretty sight seeing you this defenseless. I step back behind you and let the new whip make it’s first contact with your already red ass. You jolt and cry out at impact and I’m quick to hit you again. You can take pain fairly well but tied up like this with no control it’s a lot scarier than you thought it could be and the third, fourth and fifth hits aren’t any easier.

Once your ass is sore and bright red and I feel like I’ve taken out some of my frustrations on your poor bottom I throw the stick aside and reach my hand under your cunt to feel the shameful slick you’re dripping. I tease your hole with my fingers and you’re silently crying as I molest you, reaching deep inside your warm cunt and then back out and up to circle my fingers around your tight asshole. You know I’m going to rape you and by this point it feels worse when it’s just my fingers prodding every inch of your lower half, it fucks with your mind too much the way you feel disgusted and violated but your body still reacts and you find your thoughts steer towards wishing I’d fuck you instead of teasing you so much.

But I’m not in a hurry, I get three fingers in your boycunt before I start pushing my thumb inside your ass. You’re tight but my fingers are drenched in your precum and it’s not long before I’ve moved over the three fingers from your cunt to your ass and started to move them in and out. You keep making sounds both of shame and pleasure and I can’t restrain myself much longer. I remove my fingers from your hole and stuff them back in your wet boycunt while I open my pants to get my hard cock out, I use my messy hand to lube up before pressing my head against your tight asshole. As I push in you try to struggle again but it’s not hard to hold you in place with just one hand now that you’re inmobilized.

You’re so incredibly tight and warm around me and the feeling makes me think of all the times I’ve fantasied of raping you just like this. I buck up into you and you whine, I can’t even tell anymore if it’s out of shame because I’m raping you or because it hurts. I reach over to push at the pump that’s still keeping your little boy dick in a vacuum as I start to fuck into you. The pump sways and it must feel weird being so swollen and pulled at like that. I decide to grip it and pull it from your body even more as I fuck you faster and I can feel the drool dripping from your gag down on your belly and onto my hand, I make a mental note to punish you for it later but right now all I want is to fuck you hard for all the times I never got to.

You keep squeezing my cock and I decide that I have enough time to play with you again so I fuck you faster and right before I cum I yank the pump off your cunt so I can fill your ass as you cry out from the pain.

“You’re dreaming…”

You nodded, still half asleep. Your roommates' hands crept over your naked body, rubbing you, stroking your stomach. They draw small circles on the skin beneath your sheets. Their other hand cupped your chin. Their thumb forcing its way between your lips. You opened your mouth, sucking on their thumb. You licked at it like a dick, moaning at the salty taste it had. 

Your eyes drifted open hazily. You could see your roommate sitting there next to you, in your room, in your bed. Her curly hair shone like a halo in the light from the hallway. She was naked except for a doll gown. You opened your mouth to try to ask what she was doing here. 

“Go back to sleep. You’re just dreaming…”

You felt your eyes drift closed. It was just a dream. You should go back to sleep. You felt yourself start to sink back under, the clutches of sleep wrapping around you again. It was a nice dream to be in. 

“Much better. Being in this dream with me. Letting me touch you like this.”

Much better letting her touch you like this in your dream. She was so pretty and sweet. You’d let her touch you any way she wanted in your dreams. You nodded slowly guided by her hand on your chin. It felt right to nod. 

“You want me to touch you deeper don’t you.”

You nodded again. Was it because she forced you to nod or because it was your dream and you wanted her to force you to nod. It didn’t matter. 

You felt her thumb leave your mouth, the sudden emptiness leaving you whimpering through parted lips. 

Her hands gripped you slowly lifting you onto your side. You felt her gently push you onto your stomach, her hands sliding down to play with your butt. They groped and squeezed both cheeks playing with them. 

“I’m going to go deeper now. Just relax and let me in.”

You nodded. You felt your body sink into your bed as if it was a pile of clouds. Slowly you could feel a pressure at your asshole, something pushing into you. It felt warm, big, filling. It stretched you out, leaving you suddenly aware of your emptiness.She stroked your hair softly and you could feel the object press into you. It filled you with each bit deeper it went. You moaned trapped in the bliss. 

“Very good. You love this dream. It’s why you leave your door open every night. So that you can have this dream again and again.”

You moaned. Your asshole clenching around her tightly. 

“You’re so deep in the dream now. So lost in the pleasure of it. Give in to it. Give in to me.”

You came, body shaking, as you cried in pleasure into your pillow. You whimpered softly as it passed. The feeling of whatever was in you slowly being removed. You wanted to cry at the sudden emptiness. 

“I’m still in you. You’re so full of me. It’s what you always dream. Isn’t it?”

That’s right. You were full of her. You could still feel your roommate inside of you. Filling you up. Ready to burst. 

“Sleep tight my darling. I’ll see you again in your dreams tomorrow night.”

You could feel your bed shift as she climbed out of it. The soft click of your door closing causes you to wake up only for a moment. You felt so full, it would be so easy to go back to sleep. You hoped when you did, you’d have your favorite dream. Not that you could ever tell your roommate about it. 

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He pushes his chair out. "Come here." He points to the spot on the floor in front of him, under his desk. I obey his command and kneel before him, laying my head on his thigh and peering up at him with my big, blue eyes through long, dark lashes. He caresses my cheek for a while, soothing me enough to make me purr...

until he grabs a fistful of my hair, his other hand flying to his belt and fumbling to get it undone and pulled off. In a swift movement, he loops the belt around my neck, fastening it around my throat as a makeshift leash and choking me.

He then takes his cock out and I watch as the tip leaks with pre-cum. He notices me licking my lips with anticipation and takes my eagerness as a sign to smear his essence all over my lips. "Taste that you dirty fucking bitch, so hungry for daddy's cock aren't you?" He taunts me with a smirk as I eagerly lick my lips clean and hold my mouth open, tongue hanging out, wordlessly pleading for him to use me however he needs. It's what I'm here for, for his pleasure. When his finally feeds me his dick, he pulls on the belt around my neck, choking me as he slips right down my throat to gag me. He lets out a throaty groan as he wraps the belt around his hand, grabbing the back of my head with his free hand and forcing my head down on his big cock, choking me with it.

Tears start to run down my cheeks, mixing with the drool that's splashed around the perimeter of my mouth as he forces my head up and down, fucking my throat. He then pushes my head all the way down, forcing the entirety of his length down my constricting throat and holding my head still while I gag and choke on him until his hot cum shoots down my throat. He finally releases my head and I pull back quickly, coughing and sputtering, my face a mess with drool and tears that have smeared what was left of my mascara.

It came as a surprise to Jasmin when her university announced that they would be partnering with the Institution in an effort to boost their attendance and grade performance. She wasn’t the only one upset with this decision. After all, everyone knew just how cruel the Institution can be with their loans. There was no telling how cruel they would be to college students. Her anger with this decision only amplifying when she only had a year left until she graduated. Now with the new system in place, there was no way to transfer her credits. She either had to stick it out or walk away from all the money and time she spent to be a doctor. 

For the moment, Jasmin swallowed her pride and stuck it out. “It was only a year,” she thought. The first week of the new administration saw some signification changes already. When Jasmin walked into class she wasn’t met with Mrs. Ward, the sixty year old woman who greeted everyone in her class with a smile. Instead she was met with a new instructor. A man in his late twenties who looked like he knew how to work out more than teach a class about biology. 

“Who are you? Where’s Mrs. Ward?” Jasmin asked furiously. 

“My name is Mr. Dawson. Mrs. Ward has been transferred to a university upstate with a pay increase. Don’t worry, the Institution may be strict, but we are not cruel.” Jasmin walked away in a huff only to be stopped once again. “Oh. And Ms. Hardy. Don’t speak to me with that tone again. Understand?” 

Jasmin was appalled but didn’t speak back. Instead she opted to sit down at her desk and see how good this new professor was. To her surprise the man knew his stuff. Presenting is lecture as if he had read all of Mrs. Ward’s curriculum the night before and continuing it as if she never left. It was hard to believe that this man worked for the Institution. Perhaps this last year wasn’t going to be so bad after all, but that was a thought that Jasmin would soon regret. 

The next week, students had move to different classes while the Institution remodeled the classrooms. Jasmin wondered what the intent was, but unfortunately her focus to graduate kept her distracted enough to find out about it the next week when she returned to her original class. Now fitted with old school desks. The classroom built more to look like some Catholic school more than a university. Mr. Dawson sitting behind some old smaller desk rather than the sleek large one he had before, looking like some teacher from a porno Jasmin saw when she was in high school. It was ridiculous but Mr. Dawson didn’t care. He expected everyone to sit at their desks that now became assigned and work on their assignments or they weren’t getting their credits. 

Then the next big change happened. A change that caught Jasmin more off guard than anything before. The university now had a dress code. Nothing reserved like a Catholic school might have. No. Girls were to wear plaid skirts that barely covered their asses. White socks that went over their ankles and little black heel shoes. A white button up shirt that was so thin you could see any bra you were wearing and so small it squeezed against your chest. And a comically small tie. It made it look like a slutty Halloween costume more than anything. Jasmin thought how ridiculous it all was. This was a university. Not some public school. They had no right to do this. But Mr. Dawson would disagree. 

“There’s a new dress code for the university grounds. You all have a week to accept the rule change. The university will be more than happy to provide two sets of uniforms to anyone who can’t afford one. If you do not comply with these rule changes. There will be consequences.” His tone getting dead serious as his eyes peered right at Jasmin sitting behind her wooden desk with annoyance. 

A week had went by and Jasmin refused to change, protesting such absurd rule that no one should have to follow and shocked by just how many of her friends and classmates dressed up the next week. The only person not amused by Jasmin’s antics was Mr. Dawson. 

“Ms. Hardy. Perhaps you didn’t hear me last week. I warned you by this time last week that if you didn’t get with the program that there would be consequences.” 

“I’m not dressing up like a whore. Just do your lecture and I’ll be on my way.” 

“Unfortunately the new rules state I can’t present my lecture when I have a disruptive student.” Palming his hands together as his voice sounded like it was holding back rage. 

“Disruptive? You’re crazy.” Jasmin laughed, looking around to see if anyone would have her back. Only to realize no one was looking at her. She looked back to see Mr. Dawson’s eye twitching. 

“Ms. Hardy. You’re a student of a university that belongs to the Institution. If you wanted to not wear the uniform. You should have left the university and gone somewhere else.” His voice dragging with anger as if he was a cougar ready to pounce on his prey. “Policy dictates I must now take corrective action against a disruptive student such as yourself.” 

“Corrective action? What on earth are you talking abou-” 

Jasmin’s eyes widened in fear as Mr. Dawson got out of his desk and stormed across the classroom to her desk. He grabbed at her hair and pulled her out of her chair, ignoring her screams as she yelled for someone to do something. Her feet scrapping across the floor as he dragged her back towards his desk. Picking her up around her waist with ease and getting her over his knee as he sat on his desk. Jasmin flailed but couldn’t stop the physically superior Dawson as he grabbed at her pants and pulled them straight down with ease. Not only her pants, but her panties as well. Exposing more than just her ass to the whole class. 

“What are you doing!? Get the fuck off of me!! Hel-” SMACK 

Jasmin felt the man’s hand come crashing down on her ass cheeks. It was more painful that she would’ve expected. 

“OW! Fuck! Stop! Let go of m-” SMACK SMACK “Owwwww” 

Jasmin was now crying. She’d never been spanked in her life and now she was getting beat right in front of all her classmates and friends. 

“You’re going to fucking apologize.” Mr. Dawson’s voice growled as he pinned Jasmin’s arms behind her back and kept her legs down with one of his own. Smacking her ass some more as her flesh echoed in the classroom. No one doing anything to stop him. 

“Ow! Fuck you! This isn’t ri-” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. “Owwwwww. Stop! Please!” 

“Apologize you ungrateful little harlot!” SMACK SMACK. Jasmin’s ass getting redder by the second. 

She looked around the classroom. Tears now streaming down her face. Everyone watching. She notice some men had boners. Some of the girls’ hands slipping down their legs as they watched Jasmin get brutalized by their very own professor. A couple of more smacks and the pain was too much for her to bear. 

“Okay! Okay!” Her voice cracking as she cried like a child. 

“What was that!” SMACK SMACK SMACK. Her ass now turning into a deep red as he tenderized her cheeks. 

“I’m sorryyyyyyy!” Jasmin cried out. Her head falling down in shame. 

“Good. Now that you’ve realized what you’ve done. I’m going to remind you who’s in charge.” 

“Wh-What?” Breathing hard, thinking she would be let go after she apologized. 

Mr. Dawson continued his spanking, neglecting to acknowledge Jasmin’s cries of pain. Her ass becoming a deeper shade of red until it looked beyond the recognizable color of skin. Only after knowing for sure her ass would be bruised did he toss her off his knee and towards her desk. Jasmin cried like a five year old that had just been punished by her father. Pulling up her panties and pants, ready to grab her things and walk out of the class room. 

“What are you doing?” Mr. Dawson shouted.

“I’m leaving…” Jasmin said trying to wipe tears off her face. Feeling betrayed by her friends and utterly humiliated in front of them. 

“You’ve still got a lecture to attend young lady. Now stand in the back. And pull down those pants again. Unless you want me to continue beating your ass.” His threat one hundred percent serious.

“NO! No please! I’ll stay…I’m sorry…” Jasmin cried some more as she grabbed her things, walked to the back of the class and reluctantly pulled down her panties and panties. Ashamed that she was following this man’s orders. 

The lecture continued as planned but it was hard to focus and write notes as Jasmin felt the growing and lingering pain of her ass cheeks on fire. The lecture ultimately ending as everyone got up and left for their next class. 

“You can pull up your pants now Ms. Hardy.” Mr. Dawson said as he cleaned up his desk for the next class. “And I expect you to be in uniform tomorrow. Understand.” 

“Yes…” Jasmin said with fear. Avoiding eye contact. 

“Have some respect Ms. Hardy. Yes Sir.” His tone still as commanding as ever. 

“Yes Sir.” leaving with her books close to her chest, head down and ass still stinging. 

The next day Jasmin showed up as instructed. Wearing the new uniform and turning the heads of every guy on campus. Despite her protests, her body was made for the uniform. Her breasts more pronounced as the shirt squeezed at her body. Her skirt fluttering side to side as she was forced to sway her hips to walk in the heels. The silver lining being her ass felt less pain with no denim pressed against it. Jasmin soon found out that her “class disruption” was marked against her. Four more and she’d be dropped out of the university and sent to the Warehouse as a sex slave. That the Institution demanded “absolute perfection” from their campus attendees. Low enough grade. Late for class. Or any kind of class disturbance was a mark against her. With only months away from her graduation. It was a going to be an uphill battle for Jasmin to make it unscathed and escape this hellhole with her diploma in hand. But that proved more difficult than it sounded. 

Weeks would go by before Mr. Dawson assigned a group project and intentionally gave Jasmin the worst possible partners. They did little to nothing to help with the assignment as Jasmin was forced to pick up the slack. Still, her hard efforts of staying up late were in vain and they didn’t get a high enough grade to pass. Since it was the first offence for the other students, they got off easy. But since it was Jasmin’s second offense so soon after her class disruption, Mr. Dawson saw it fit to punish her accordingly. She was to sit in the back of the class on a sybian. Arms trapped in a tight leather armbinder behind her back while a ball gag was secured behind her teeth and snugged around her head. She moaned in the back of class as the machine relentlessly brought pleasure to her pussy. Her panties getting soaked as it was more than she could handing. Her moaning getting so intense that she became a distraction to the rest of the class and Mr. Dawson switched to a dildo gag/muffler. Stuffing her mouth and rendering her voice practically silent. And all that her project partners had to do was endure class with a plug up their ass. 

Weeks would go by once again as winter approached. Jasmin did her best to keep her head down, but it wasn’t enough as Mr. Dawson noted her break in uniform. Wearing leggings to keep her legs warm. She was shocked that the university under the Institution’s administration wouldn’t even allow leggings to keep their students warm. There were no second chances with Mr. Dawson though. Every other girl walked into class showing off their legs. It wasn’t his fault that Jasmin didn’t read the new regulations. He made Jasmin stand in the front of class and ripped off her leggings right there. He further humiliated her by using her as an example for anatomy. Ripping off her uniform entirely, rendering her naked to the whole classroom. Mr. Dawson bent Jasmin over his desk and showed everyone in class how to make a girl moan. Shoving his two large fingers into her cunt and getting knuckle deep, making her moan like a pornstar. Even going as far as showing that he could make any girl squirt. 

“Just have to hit the right….spot.” 

His fingers massaging Jasmin’s insides like they’d been living there all her life. Finding that sweet spot that made Jasmin moan hard and cumming right there in front of the class. Squirting all over her professor’s hand. He spent the rest of the class playing with Jasmin’s body. Allowing other students to fondle her breasts. Pinch her nipples. Tickle her sides. Use electrodes to see her squirm and cry. A simple mistake of wearing leggings that cost her greatly. 

Things died down a little as spring approached. Jasmin was thinking that she only had to endure another semester and she’d finally be able to be out of his hell hole. She felt she was in the clear, until Mr. Dawson gave a surprise project that everyone had to finish by the end of the week. Jasmin was unprepared like most other students, but most other students didn’t have three strikes against them already. She spent nights working on the project, making sure there was no way Mr. Dawson would give her a bad grade. But in her efforts to maintain the quality, she overslept the day the project was due. Despite her bursting into the classroom, the face on Mr. Dawson said it all. 

As punishment for being late, Mr. Dawson walked up to Jasmin, grabbed her by her shoulders and made her face the class. She closed her eyes and whimpered as the man grabbed at her shirt and ripped it open. Easily tearing her bra off with ease as well. Tossing both pieces of fabrics to the side. 

“This is what happens when you’re late.” 

Mr. Dawson tied Jasmin up to her desk, bent over. Legs spread open. Her panties ripped from her body. She whined as Mr. Dawson secured the ball gag around her face once again, knowing this could be anything but good. She quivered when she felt the end of a bamboo cane run up against her leg, causing her to whine and cry with anticipation. One whack from the cane and Jasmin was already crying. 

“Class. Everyone is to strike Jasmin at least once. As hard as they can. Teach her a lesson.” 

Jasmin felt her heart sink as a line formed behind her. The first student being one of her best friends before the Institution took over. She swung the cane and struck at Jasmin’s ass, making her cry out in pain. 

“Not hard enough. Again!” 

Jasmin was shocked. She didn’t expect Mr. Dawson to be this cruel, but there was nothing she could do as her best friend swung again. Putting more power into her swing and making Jasmin’s ass sting like it was on fire. The next student didn’t hold back. Jasmin looked back in time to see that it was a boy she had rejected when she was just a freshman here. His resentment towards her apparent as his swing had plenty of follow through and Jasmin lurched back in back. Biting down on the ball gag. The next student. Another swing. Anytime Mr. Dawson didn’t think they gave it their all, he forced them to strike her again. And if they didn’t comply, they stuck her at last five times. Sometimes, even when a student did strike her hard, he was sadistic enough to make them strike her again. Knowing it would be a more painful strike. Student after student. Welt after welt. By the end of the punishment, Jasmin’s ass was covered in horizontal marks that swelled. Some even bleeding. Her pussy and ass exposed for all to see. Her legs shaking in pain. 

I just dream of being humiliated and forced to be the girliest bride to a strong, virile, masculine man. I would wear a short, frilly, poofy white wedding dress - low cut with my womanly breasts practically exposed and walk down the aisle to meet my groom. Hundreds of people would be watching me - the epitome of femininity and submission - as I took dainty small steps down the aisle in my 5” heels.

We would say traditional vows that include me promising to submit fully to and obey my husband. I also have to make a special speech to inform our guests that I was wrong to ever think I could be a boy and that I am now embracing my fully femininity and will never again attempt to look or act like a man. I will never wear pants, will always dress appropriately in the most feminine dresses, serve my husband as his obedient housewife, accept his seed, and bear his children. I will follow my husbands lead, act as a proper lady at all times and never again do anything remotely masculine.

After we are announced man and wife, my new husband would order me to my knees, pull out his large cock and force me to take it in my pretty, lipsticked mouth it in front of all of our guests. Once he is fully erect he pulls me up, faces my backside to the guests, bends me over the altar, forces my legs apart, and lifts up my wedding dress - revealing that I’m not wearing panties and exposing my vulnerable plump, round ass and and aroused womanly vagina to our guests. As I’m bent over, my huge swollen breasts fall out of my dress.

While my bottom and now dripping pussy is on full display, the minister gives a speech about the beauty of femininity and how all of my hyper-feminine features and wide fertile hips will make me the perfect vehicle for accepting my new husband’s seed and bearing his children. He then invites the guests, to come up and take a closer look and walk around the front so that they can also view and appreciate my large supple breasts.

The pup is dropped off at the academy. Their owner chats with one of the trainers, but the poor pup doesn’t understand a word they’re saying. After a while, their owner pats them on the head, and leaves.

The trainer approaches the pet, and quickly locks a collar around their neck. He then takes a few steps away and says something, a single word, like a command. The pup looks confused, tilting their head.

*ZAP*

Suddenly, without warning, their collar shocks them, causing a wave of pain to wash over their body. They curl up into a ball on the ground as they try to regain control of their muscles. They can sense the trainer watching them.

The trainer repeats the phrase again, sounding apathetic and impatient. The poor pup looks up at the trainer. “Wait... please d-“

*ZAP*

Again, the collar unleashed a shock onto the poor pup, causing them to curl up again. Their body is shaking uncontrollably as they whimper and cry.

After a few seconds, they manage to look up at the trainer again. The trainer is gesturing to his feet, before he repeats the phrase again.

The pup’s eyes widen and they quickly scramble over, on hands and knees, so they’re kneeling at the trainer’s feet.

The trainer smiles a little, and gives the pup a few pets. They say the command again, and start walking through the doors. Eager to avoid getting shocked again, the pup follows them as fast as they can.

The pup is taken into a room. There are other pets in this room, some of them seem to have been trained more than others. The trainer looks at all the pets and speaks another command, a different word. Immediately, half of the pets take up a position on their knees with their hands at their chin, as if they’re begging. Most of the other pets follow suit slowly, including the pup.

*ZAP*

It’s not the pup’s collar this time. From somewhere behind them, the pup hears a pet yelp and cry out as they receive a shock. The pup sighs in relief that that isn’t them this time.

The trainer walks up to the pet next to the pup, and speaks another command word. The pup eagerly opens their mouth, their tongue hanging out like a dog. The trainer unzips their pants and pushes their cock into the pet’s eager mouth.

After a few minutes of fucking their throat, the trainer pulls out. The trainer makes his way over to pup. He speaks the command word again, watching the pup closely.

The pup’s eyes widen and they shake their head. “Please... I don’t-“

*ZAP*

As the pup goes to curl up, the trainer grabs their hair and forced them to stay on their knees. The pup thinks that they can hear the other pets in the room snickering at them.

The trainer repeats the command again. The pup, with tears running down their face, opens their mouth as wide as they can. The trainer smiles, and gives them a pet, saying something in a praising tone, as he slides his cock into the pup’s mouth.

“Reframing?”

“Yes. It’s a technique trauma survivors such as yourself tend to find quite helpful. When you reframe a traumatic incident, it can help you work past it. Usually done in a safe setting,” he gestures to his peaceful office, “with a person you feel safe with,” he gestured to himself, “you recount the traumatic event, and go through it in a play-by-play, acting it out, and working through all the tough, scary feelings that come up as you face it.”

“Oh…” the worry and confusion on your face settles at the explanation, “I guess that makes sense…. How do you do it?”

Slowly standing up, his hand came to his tie, loosening it. Dropping down to his belt buckle. “How does a demonstration sound?”

That’s how you ended up here— your cheek pushed into the carpet, pants ripped down. The speed he set is bruising. “Tell me again— how many times did he fill you up?”

He slaps your ass when he doesn’t get a response. When you finally sob out a wrecked, “t-three!” He pets your hair affectionately. His pace never relenting.

“Then I’ll fill you three times. Remember, reframing is all about repetition— fuck,” his hips stutter, before continuing, “repeat the trauma. Tell the story again.”

“I-I don’t want to—“

“You need to. You need to. Go ahead and start at the beginning, when did it happen? Tell me.”

“W-when I was…. Ah! Walking home…”

“How did he grab you?” His fingers knot in your hair.

“He— he grabbed my, my hair…” another sob shakes your body. “Then he pulled me into the bushes, a-and… started touching me…”

“How did he touch you?”

“Pushed me down, and… ah, put his… his hand down my pants, and mounted me…. Like, like a dog….”

“Fuck,” he mutters breathlessly, stopping to grind deep inside you, “like a dog. Like you’re some bitch in heat. That’s what you were, were you not?”

“No!”

“Yes, yes you are. You needed it, too. Say it. Say you needed it. Reframe it.”

“I…. I needed it…”

“Again.”

“I needed it.”

“Good job. Say it again, louder this time.” These soundproofed walls are such a blessing.

“I needed it!”

“What did you need?”

“I needed him to fuck my holes!”

“Fuck!” He lays over you, crushing you under his weight as he humps your little hole, filling it up with his cum. His cock throbbing as it pumps load after heavy load deep inside you. “Yes! Yes you fucking did! You need your stupid holes filled up all the time, don’t you? Yeah, you’re made to take cock. Made to be a perfect little cum dump. Fucking— fuck, take it. Take it.”

Your hour long session turned into two, then three. He assures you when it’s all over that it’s completely normal for reframing to take so long. He even schedules your next appointment for the same length of time, insisting that delving even deeper next time will be just the right thing for you.