Bimbo Cunt🩷

Not only are you not worth a night in a hotel, but you're made to strip off your clothes in public view, and I'll force you into an uncomfortable position until I finish.

Don't stop your progress ✨

I love males. Doesn't matter if they are teen age jocks who think they're entitled to my tits or middle aged misogynists who thinks im a walking womb. I love their manliness.

I love their balls, cocks, beards, muscles and their superiority. I want to serve them, do everything they tell me to.

Male superiority is so hot it's all i can think about.

I love that they think less of me because of the slit between my legs, i want to thank them and reinforce their misogyny. I want to suck them off.

I want patriarchy and male domination to come back in full force all over the world and be harsher than ever.

TW: kidnapping, knife play, free use, cutting and blood (only minor), chains, captivity and just nasty writing as always.

Like vines climbing the brickwork of a building, the chains snake around your wrists, holding you to the frame of the bed you're laid upon. Each tug was useless, each pull was hopeless. Your eyes dart around the room you were trapped in, this basement didn't look familiar to you. You groan as you try to move your ankles, barely able to lift your head up to see that you were kept spread eagle, no clothing in sight.

Suddenly, the creak of hinges echoes off of the walls surrounding you, filling you with dread. Light seeped into the room as the door opened before fading back to black again. Heavy footsteps crept closer but you unable to turn your head to see who was approaching. "Good morning, darling."

A male voice called out, one that was almost recognizable, you've heard this voice countless times. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to convince yourself this was all a dream. You could barely open them again before you felt the prick of steel press against your sternum.

"Don't move. Any movement and this knife sinks into your flesh. Do you understand?" You didn't want to nod to show you understood, instead opting for your voice. Your throat was hoarse, barely able to speak above a whisper. "I-I understand." His scoff barreled from his lips, using the blade to trace from your sternum down to your nipples in a swift motion without cutting. "Good girl."

The goosebumps rose from your skin as the knife toyed with your nipple, circling it with just the tip, a whimper releasing from you. "How disgusting. You're enjoying this." He spoke with an emotionless tone, no way of telling if he was enjoying this. "N-No...no I'm not..." You tried to convince him but his fingers were soon forced against your cunt. A quick swipe across your folds and his fingers were lathered in your excitement. "Fucking liar." He snarled, wiping his hand upon your thigh.

A noise outside of the basement startled him, the knife slipped from his hand as your flesh was sliced, cutting you across your stomach. Your eyes soon flew open, a gasp releasing first before you started to let out a bloodcurdling scream. Before the first note of your cry could come out, his hand was forced against your lips, dampening the noise from your shriek. "Shut the fuck up. Don't make a fucking noise." In this close proximity, you could just about make out his features but not well enough. Something was covering his face, a balaclava of sorts, only the whites of his eyes peeking out.

Convinced the noise had stopped, his hand pulled away from you, a deep breath rushed into your lungs as you begged for oxygen. "Please...please don't hurt me again." He let out a sigh, his fingers pressing around the wound he had created, he knew it wasn't deep, surface level cut. "I didn't want to hurt you in the first place." He groaned out, moving away from your confined body before returning with a plaster. He applied the plaster to your body, taking care to make sure it covered your wound before gently prodding it. You whimpered as he finally let his first emotion slip. Enjoyment.

"You sound so pretty when you're in pain. Keep bleating for me, little lamb." He goaded, pressing his finger in harder against your bandaged wound. You gritted your teeth until you couldn't take it, your body shaking against the chains as you tried to move away from his pokes. "Ah! Fuck! Please stop!" You cried out, desperately attempting to shake free from him.

His fingers abruptly stopped, satisfied by your cries, stroking the spot his knife had caught for a second before his hand moved towards your cheek, pushing your face to angle towards him. You were at eye level with his belt, the heat radiating from his crotch was overwhelming. His other hand proceeded to unbuckle his belt, the leather slapping softly across your cheek until his trousers fell to his ankles. "You're going to take my cock until I cum, okay? I won't stop until you fully satisfy me." He explained as his boxers fell down next, leaving his lower half exposed to the humid basement.

You couldn't call out to anyone, you didn't even know where you were. Were you in the middle of a forest? A busy city? A quaint countryside? All you knew was that you had to appease him, your captor. Before you could try and find a compromise, the tip of his cock pressed against your lips, prying them open. Inch by inch, his length disappeared inside of your mouth, scratching the back of your throat. His fingers wrapped around your hair to keep your head steady, using you exactly as he wanted.

His thrusts weren't eager, they were measured, each one just as stable as the last as you began to gag on his cock. You kept your breathing strictly through your nose as your mouth was filled with him. You swallowed your spit, left your tongue steady as it rested against him, you knew being defiant wasn't going to stop this endeavour any time soon. You had to be obedient, you had to give him what he needed.

This torture was about to end, you could tell from the grasp against your scalp that he was close. You squeezed your eyes shut harder than before, readying yourself for his load. "Don't you dare spit." His last command, his cock thrusted down your throat, as deep as it could go, before offering you his seed. His cum spilled against the back of your throat, slipping down until you took every last drop of his load.

Content that you had taken every part of him, his cock slid from your lips with a satisfying pop, once again you gasped for air. His boxers were soon pulled up, his trousers concealing his indecency as he knelt down to the bed, his face directly in front of yours. With his balaclava ripped from his face, he smiled in front of you. "How was that, baby? Was that good enough?" Your terrified state soon calmed, your breathing returned to normal as he released one of your hands from its binds. Your hand cups his cheek, pulling him in for a peck on his lips. "You are the best boyfriend ever, you know that?"

Bonus points if he makes me stick my tongue out and lick his balls and ass <3

until it's not

until a man says something misogynistic in passing and all of a sudden your cunt is dripping

until a man gropes you on the train and instead of screaming and running away you simply push back into him, silently begging for more