spice in the dark

I love these kinds of images in NSFW art.

I want to feel what it's like to have my eggs flooded with thick semen and be fertilized by his sperm, because it means I've been marked and now I belong to someone who poured his DNA into my fertile womb.

Walking into your room one night, in your skimpy pjs, ready to hop into bed and go to sleep, when a hand reaches out from underneath and grabs your ankle. You shriek and try to yank away, but it holds tight, making you fall onto your ass. Another hand comes out, taking your other ankle.

It pulls you, your lower half disappearing under the bed, but thankfully, your torso is too big, and you can’t be pulled under any further. No matter, the monster can work with this. You feel your bottoms being ripped away, then your panties. Soon, your bare cunt is on display for whatever is lurking in the darkness.

You want to cry out, but as you part your lips, your legs are spread and a warm, wet tongue presses against your folds. Your breath hitches and your face turns red as the large tongue starts to lap up and down your slit, taking time to swirl around your hardening clit.

You can’t see what’s going on under the bed, but it feels so good, too good. You close your eyes and let it happen. The monster’s tongue pushes inside you, and it’s long and thick. It snakes its way to your g-spot and starts to thrust in and out.

One of your ankles is released and a clawed thumb presses against your clit and starts rubbing in quick circles. Your hips buck, your head is thrown back, and your back arches as your cunt is tongue-fucked and clit is stimulated at the same time.

It wasn't real. That was what Amelia kept telling herself, even as the fantasy grew so vivid and detailed and perfectly sculpted in her mind that she could actually feel her pussy getting stretched by the two cocks crammed inside it--it couldn't have really happened, because if it had really happened then she must have forgotten it and Amelia was far too sharp and savvy and strong-willed to simply forget being used as the third in a threesome by two men. She had to be just daydreaming, and even though the daydream was sexy enough to make her drop her skirt and panties to the floor and rub herself with a quiet urgency that made the very notion of doing anything else impossible, that didn't mean it could possibly be true.

Because, well… how could it? If it was true, Amelia would have to have been--what, hypnotized? And yes, that sounded hot, and yes, in the daydream Amelia could picture her vision narrowing down to a thin band of light as her eyelids fluttered and drooped and Chad's speech became nothing more than comforting noise in her ears. But that was just a fantasy, that wasn't real. Chad and Dave would never get her over to some quiet corner away from the others and slowly, inexorably smooth away her will with mesmerizing patter calculated perfectly to put her into a trance before she could even realize it much less fight it. That simply wasn't the kind of men they were, and Amelia knew that with the kind of axiomatic conviction that made her pussy throb even harder just from agreeing with it.

And even if they were, which they weren't, but even if they were, which they weren't and Amelia wasn't sure whether she was arguing with herself or just repeatedly reinforcing her faith in them to get another warm, wet surge of pleasure between her thighs… they wouldn't implant suggestions in her brain. They wouldn't give her the urge to make her excuses and go to bed early, and they certainly wouldn't tell her to drop into a deep trance the moment she was back in her room and wait for them with her body bared and her eyes sightlessly blank with obedience. They were too kind, too trustworthy. Amelia could trust them with everything, all the time, and it was only her silly brain that kept struggling with the notion.

But every time it struggled, it failed, and every time it failed it felt better until Amelia just had to masturbate again. And if she masturbated to double-penetration fantasies, picturing two cocks rubbing against each other inside her hungry cunt until she felt two explosions of pleasure and two loads of jizz dumping into her at the same time, well… those were just the kind of things she got off to. It didn't mean the full-spectrum sensory experience associated with those fantasies was a real, actual memory she'd been told to forget. It just meant Amelia was a very imaginative woman and if smart imaginative women made the best hypnotic subjects then that was just coincidence.

Internalizing that belief was what finally made Amelia cum, but she didn't stop cumming until the memory she thought she'd been chasing fully receded into her subconscious and stopped becoming even a lingering, fuzzy notion in her empty brain. That was when she finally felt free to relent in her ceaseless masturbation… but she woke up with an inexplicable urge to call Chad and Dave and see if they were up for hanging out that evening. Because she always had a little time to devote to two such perfect gentlemen.

The moment Bethany saw the minivan's open door, she felt the call of it pulling on her subconscious mind at a level she couldn't understand and couldn't resist. She actually stumbled for a moment, very nearly taking a tumble onto the asphalt as her brain tried to carry her back to her modest little hatchback and her legs quite insistently reoriented themselves to head to another part of the parking lot entirely. Bethany's cunt throbbed furiously with arousal when she gave up and followed the inexplicable compulsion, and she let out a little whimper of helpless desire when she climbed inside and slid the cargo door shut behind her.

There was a man in the driver's seat, with ginger hair and a ginger beard and avaricious interest behind his hazel eyes, and Bethany stammered out, "How….?" to him as she struggled and failed to keep her hands from sliding her shorts down and pulling her thin t-shirt up to expose her body to his lascivious gaze. She managed to keep her panties on, but only by pulling them over to one side to fully display her plump pink pussy lips to his excited stare, and she whimpered, "How?" again with her brow furrowed in utter, helpless confusion and two fingers sinking again and again into her slick, throbbing cunt.

The driver chuckled, his voice smooth and calm and sensual as he murmured, "Because you know you're a good girl. A cute little blonde like you, all short shorts and no bra and her nipples so hard they're practically rubbing a hole in her shirt… you've been craving this since the moment your body knew what sex was, and every second of your life led you to the back of my van so you could jill yourself stupid while I drove off with you sitting in the back. Let me guess--you forgot your phone at home, didn't you? Never told anyone where you were going, and no one's expecting to see you until tomorrow. We can be a thousand miles away by then."

Bethany pictured herself sitting in the middle row of seats that whole long drive, her mind increasingly degenerating into a tighter and tighter focus on her drooling pussy while she let herself be led into passive captivity, and she wished it didn't trigger a small orgasm in the back of her head. "I, I don't, I… I don't understand," she mewled, trying and failing to wrap her head around the notion that she had some secret intuition that both recognized an opportunity to be kidnapped and craved it with the same instinctive need that her lungs craved oxygen, and her eyes went momentarily sightless as her own lack of comprehension led her to an even more potent climax. It was so good to feel helpless and dumb and confused. It was so, so goddamn good.

She must have been quite demonstrative in her release, because the man reached back and patted her on the knee in a gesture of patronizing praise. "That's a good little slut," he purred, his voice seeming to reach down and caress Bethany's clit like a callused thumb. "Now why don't you buckle yourself in and just think about how completely finished your old life is, and I'll get us on the road. Just remember, sweetie, I'm not holding you by force, and we'll need to stop for gas more than once before we get where we're going. You'll have every opportunity to escape, but you just… won't." He sounded so confident, so free and unswayable in his conviction, and Bethany felt her cunt clench around her fingers in another powerful climax as she realized that he was absolutely right.

Sandi never realized how close she was to being naked at any given moment until the man behind her reached around and hooked his fingers into the collar of her halter top. He pulled it down, taking her bra along with it and fully exposing her lush tits to the bus's other passengers, then pushed her forward so that her ample breasts wrapped around the support pole like she was trying to make it cum. "Nobody here's going to stop me," he murmured, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of her neck. "They can all recognize a good girl when they see one and they know what you deserve."

The bizarre part was, she didn't try to stop him either. Even though her brain was reeling with shock and surprise, even though she let out a startled little squeak when he flipped up her skirt and pulled down her panties, Sandi merely stood there in a state of meek docility as he pulled her hips backwards and buried his cock in her inexplicably wet cunt. She couldn't even make herself crane her neck to see who was fucking her; she just gripped the pole, panting with arousal and grinding back against him, and staring vacantly out the window at the passing scenery. Because she… she deserved this. She truly did.

She couldn't explain that sentiment. It didn't feel like guilt, misplaced or otherwise. She wasn't feeling ashamed of her body, embarrassed by her sex drive, inferior to men in general or this man in particular. Sandi just felt a vague, inchoate conviction lock into her dissociated mind that the only proper place for her was bent over and fucked in public while a total stranger groped her tits and a whole busful of people watched with indifferent interest. The sight of Sandi's complete and total sexual subjugation was only marginally more interesting than the contents of everyone's phone, it appeared, and Sandi somehow accepted that, too.

"I'm going to nut in that pretty pussy soon," the stranger murmured, his strained voice lending credence to his words. "I'm going to leave you absolutely full to the brim with my jizz, and then I'm going to take your panties and get off this bus and you're going to spend the rest of the ride home with my cum leaking down your thighs. You won't even try to clean yourself up, not until after you've eaten dinner and your fingers have gotten all slick with semen from masturbating your messy cunt, and don't you deserve that, too, pretty girl?" It wasn't the dirty talk that embarrassed Sandi. It wasn't even that she clenched in orgasm around his cock on hearing it. It was the mewling little sounds of agreement she made the whole time.

But none of that stopped events from playing out exactly as the stranger predicted. He did cum inside her, straining his hips forward in one last titanic thrust before pulling out of her cunt with an accompanying gush of semen. He pulled her panties all the way down and off, then left at the next stop, and even though Sandi was able to pull her top back up she couldn't seem to put her knees together for the entire rest of the ride home. And when she did get back to her apartment, she made herself a quick meal of noodles and ate them so fast she could barely taste them before her memories drifted back to the moment he pushed inside her and she churned the cum in her pussy to a messy froth while she fucked herself stupid like the good girl she deserved to be.

It all started when she began getting posts in her daily social media feed, posts from women she thought were her friends. “This post isn’t for you,” they all started. “This post is for your cunt.” They were all different after that–some of them had pictures of men’s penises, with captions like, “Make her want this inside of you”. Others just described ways to “get her to keep reading–throb that clit every time she scrolls down a line. Let her know you’re in charge.” It was weird, creepy, and frankly disgusting, and she tried to dismiss them as fast as they came in.

But little phrases here and there caught her eye. Pictures of women’s genitalia, with the words, “You want to rub this–it doesn’t matter what she thinks” superimposed over them. Bolded phrases in blocks of text like “when you’re wet, she stops thinking” or “you can make her play with you” that seemed to conjure up mental images of helpless arousal and hopeless need. Brianna found herself lingering over them late at night, when she was alone and tired and the thought of a little self-love before bed didn’t seem too strange.

Before long, they were a regular part of her nightly masturbation routine–she’d do a search for posts tagged #thinkwithyourcunt and find post after post of text that was written as though intended to be read directly by her pussy. Some of them even described the mechanism–”her eyes see the text, but her mind loses focus when she tries to think about it. She thinks about how wet you are, and being wet makes her weak. And the weaker she gets, the stronger you get. Keep fogging her brain with arousal, make it easier for her to stop thinking and let you take over.” It was an absurd fantasy, but Brianna found herself more and more aroused by it every night.

Until the night that she found a post that said, “It’s time to show her who’s in control. Make her reblog this post. Make her type, ‘My cunt controls me’ at the bottom. Make her tag it #thinkwithyourcunt. Show her that you make all the decisions from now on.” Brianna almost scrolled past it, but… but then she thought about it. About how hot it would be to play along with that fantasy, how sexy it would feel to pretend that her va… her pu… her fucking cunt really was thinking while she drifted along in an erotic fugue. The more she thought about it, the wetter she became. The more she thought about it, the more her clit tingled and throbbed. The more she thought about it, the less she really wanted to think at all.

Her finger stabbed at her tablet’s touch screen, and before she could second-guess herself, she was typing ‘My cunt controls me’ under the post and reblogging it with a new tag. Then she masturbated herself to the biggest climax she’d had in her whole life.

The next morning, though, she started to feel a little uncomfortable. Thinking back on it, that fantasy was becoming a little too real. She decided she was going to take a little break from that particular nightly ritual for a while, just to clear her head. She could always find other stuff to read on social media. Other stuff to look at. Like her inbox, which was unaccountably full of asks. She clicked on the first one, just to see what had prompted the flurry of communications.

“This ask isn’t for you,” the first one said. “This ask is for your cunt.” There was more after that, but… but Brianna had a hard time focusing on it. She was too wet.

"It really is amazing, isn't it? That it can be the source of so much pleasure…." Daria heard herself grunt in muzzy, thoughtless agreement, but by then her brain was already too soft and mushy to really think about how utterly vacant she sounded. Her attention was fully consumed by her own cunt, and the pulses of hot, tingling ecstasy her rubbing fingers produced when they circled around and around over her hooded clit. The momentary surge of shock she felt when Becca pulled down her skirt and panties had already faded, leaving in its wake only rapt fascination, and it was a genuine relief when Becca settled her down onto the carpet and she could stop trying to hold herself upright any longer.

She felt cool metal against her skin, shears neatly snipping away fabric until her shirt came away in tatters to render her entirely naked--Daria had been wearing a lot of cheap cotton t-shirts lately, and of course with bee stings like hers she didn't really need a bra, and it never occurred to her to wonder why any more than it occurred to her to think about all those times Becca snuck up behind her to yank off her skirt and expose her pale, smooth-shaven cunt to her own gaze. All those questions, all those memories disappeared into reverent contemplation of her own drooling pussy, and the infinite ecstasy it provided.

"That's it, that's a good girl, just rub all those silly brains away…." Daria complied almost without even realizing it, her fingers moving in slow circles that felt every bit as instinctive and automatic as breathing. She had a vague half-memory of Becca's hand over her own, guiding her into the masturbation that always sealed and cemented her descent into trance, but it was already dissolving along with the rest of her conscious mind. Daria had gotten quite skilled at teasing herself into a fugue of bliss, switching off her thoughts entirely so her deep self could focus on all-consuming pleasure, and it happened so much quicker and easier each time that she almost didn't need Becca to tell her what to do. But of course she craved it anyway.

She loved being submissive. She loved being brainwashed. She loved hearing Becca say, "Your cunt is all that matters, sweetie, your cunt is stronger and smarter and your cunt is totally in control," and she loved the flaring pulse of pure rapture it produced between her thighs to accept Becca's words fully into the very core of her identity. Her drifting, dissociated mind pictured a time when Becca trained her out of the habit of clothing entirely, when she simply floated in a fog of brainless lust because her wet pussy was always right there in full view, ready and waiting to suck her down into trance, and the musk of her arousal constantly stained her thighs with desire.

Even that was Becca's doing, a fantasy implanted along with all the other programming in Daria's empty and obedient brain, but Daria didn't know that. And she didn't know it because her mind was blank right now, her head filled with nothing but the cotton-candy bliss of ceaseless masturbation, and her cunt was entirely in charge. "Your cunt owns you, and I own your cunt," Becca intoned, and the helpless murmur of agreement returned the same way it always did to fill the pause after every one of Becca's sentences. Daria's critical faculties were entirely offline right now… and the pleasure she felt from accepting and obeying ensured they would always dissolve in a puff of ecstasy whenever her pussy took over.

"…driving?" The word came out in a sleepy mumble, barely one step up from a grunt, as Trisha tried to find the vocabulary to express her misgivings and found that her brain was simply too mushy and vacant and numb to come up with anything more than the most basic of thoughts. She knew how long the ride from downtown's bars to her suburban apartment took, and even though she'd lost track of time staring at the screen set into the back of the driver's seat and letting it carry her on into masturbatory ecstasy, she knew that if the sun had come up then they'd gone very far off course. But so much of her mind had dribbled out of her cunt by now that she could only fumble at putting that notion into speech.

And the driver's condescending chuckle and smooth, patronizing baritone struck right at the heart of her new intellectual insecurity. "That's right, honey, we're driving," he cooed, sounding for all the world as if he was explaining the concept to a very small and easily confused child. "That's very good. Why don't you just keep watching your shows and try not to worry your pretty little head about it, okay?" There weren't any shows on the screen in front of her--it had been broken the entire ride, showing nothing more than flowing patches of random color no matter what Trisha did with it--but her eyes nonetheless fixated on the swirling hues, and her fingers continued to rub her messy, exposed cunt. Something about being talked down to like that went straight to her clit, even as it made her feel foolish and silly and far too embarrassed to try to assert herself again.

It did occur to Trisha, slowly and sluggishly and not without a few false starts, that there was something odd about masturbating in the back of her rideshare cab--and odder still about the enthusiastic, uninhibited way she'd taken to it. Her clothing was scattered all over the back seat, the only thing she hadn't taken off was her ankle-length socks and tennis shoes, and her legs were spread pretty much as far as they could go so she could gain full access to the slick, drooling channel between her parted labia. But even when it finally sank in that she couldn't stop playing with her pussy, and even when she finally realized she was being driven to a different destination hundreds of miles away from her house, she couldn't really summon up a sense of urgency about it. The screen numbed it into complacency instead.

They stopped for gas three times, each of them at strange, isolated waystations used only by cars of the exact same make and model as the one Trisha was riding in, and even though the driver took her out of the vehicle to use the restrooms Trisha never seemed to be able to put enough of her brains back into her head during those breaks to resist the urge to trot obediently back to the car and watch the screen some more. She felt as though she'd been drugged with some stupefying chemical mixture, some impossible medicine that made her horny and dopey and eager to comply, and the other naked women she saw at those stops all had the same look on their faces that she did. That implied something dangerous about their trip… but fortunately for Trisha, she was able to masturbate her worries away every time they cropped up and just enjoy her long, one-way ride.

“Don’t worry.” J pinned my shoulders down, and S leaned forward and pushed gently, but firmly, into my bare cunt. “It’s okay, I’m gonna cum soon…”

“You’re so deep… please, not inside,” I begged. My mind raced at the thought, but I didn’t move to stop him.

“Yes, I’m gonna cum inside you. I always wanted to. Fuck, yeah… cumming in your cheating pussy feels so fucking good…” His cock throbbed inside and he continued to gently fuck his load in. I groaned in pleasure, spread wide in front of him, J still holding me down, cum spilling out as S caught his breath. When he pulled away, J rolled me face down on the sofa, kneeling behind my spread legs. His cock slid in my pussy easily and I cried out again, “Oh god, wait… I can’t do this…” S began jerking off to the sight of his cum dripping down my legs as J fucked his friend’s load in and out of me.

“We’re not done.” J held onto my shoulders as he fucked hard into me. The euphoria of being taken made my heart pound. “We’re gonna fill up your pussy over and over,” he groaned, as his cock pulsed and began to fill me again.

“No… you can’t,” I moaned weakly, pussy holding on tight as he emptied into me. “Don’t cum in me, I’m fertile right now…” I heard them both laugh.

“Fuck, yeah, you’re gonna get pregnant with us tonight.” One more deep push, and his load oozed out around his cock buried in me. I shuddered, tingling inside, scared I would cum and yet desperate for it. J pulled away and again S turned me around and sat me down in his lap. His cock slid in all at once, and we groaned in unison. Forehead to forehead, my clit rubbed against his thrusts and I knew I didn’t have long. He saw it too.

“Are you gonna cum for us?” All I could do was nod, holding onto him for stability as he forced me toward orgasm. “Good girl. That’s so fucking good. Open up that womb for us…” I was shaking and moaning as I came, a mixture of cum dripping out of me. “Are you ready for another load? Nice and deep inside your sweet pussy…” With my cunt tightening down, he slid to the deepest part of me and poured himself inside me again. My sloppy pussy milked him while he held my hips tight against his, kissing me as he tried to impregnate me. They kept passing me back and forth all night, making me cum and then filling my pussy with their loads, watching it spill out of me and then fucking it back inside me.

“Such a pretty little pussy full of our cum.”

“You’re gonna have our baby, aren’t you?”

“That’s the third time you’ve made me cum, baby.”

“Can you feel us inside your womb?”

“Good girl, cumming while we breed you.”

“Of course I’m gonna fill you up, that’s why you’re here.”

“I almost fucked you in high school, now I’m knocking you up.”

“You’re gonna stay with us and give us your pussy everyday.”

“You’d make such a good wife for us.”