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on a bus taking a piss in the overflowing toilet that's become one big clogged boil of different people's intermingling piss wafting off acrid scents that make your eyes sting and i'm just thinking 1) wow i'm adding to the ecosystem and 2) i should be fucked there

liminal space rape. every room and every hallway looks painfully identical and there's no telling what door i'm behind. pushing you up against nondescript yellowed beige walls and thrusting my cock up your pretty hole, whichever one, and you're starting to wonder if this is a time loop. if you're doomed to relive the same rape over and over again. but it's not! i'm just damn good at navigating this place, at catch-and-release. and you – you aren't so good at making the right turns

daddy the other puppies wont play with me cause my cage isn't pink and lined with fluffy blankets and soft touys daddy they don't like my rusty one wrapped in barbed wire where i sleep on bare metal :[

would love for him to cut me open vertically and hang me up into the trees and watch the guts droop out as the light disappears from my eyes. and then he rapes the slithering mass of entrails of course

something enchanting about a rape that starts off not only consensual but planned. we get into my truck and i drive us out into the local wooded area and along the way i ask you if you remember the scenario and your safewords. and you blithely nod your pretty head. and we get to the spot where i'm meant to take you, against a tree, but before you know it i'm... gone. you turn around this way and that, but there's no trace of me. you call out, helpless. you wait by the car for a time but nerves get the best of you and you delve deeper among the trees. and you don't want it once i finally find you. the game isn't funny anymore, i got scared, stop it. gaunt, stop, i don't want it. and i'm sure you don't want it when i knock you down and shove you cheekfirst into the mud and leaves, lift your dress and force myself inside. whichever hole will take first. no foreplay, no lube, no nothing. i don't need it. and i'll keep going till i cum, or till you pass out. whichever comes first. (not that passing out is too much an incentive for me to stop...)

a simple lifehack that makes it easier to cope with fantasising about being raped by a dick: be raped by someone without a dick +/- 20 yrs ago

anyway what i really wanted to say is i need it to hurt. need my dry cunt to close up and be forced open, need it to uselessly bleed cause god knows blood makes for terrible lube. like water, and dries too fast. need to see bruises where the balls smacked against me and need to whimper every time my packer brushes my clit cause he kept squeezing and pinching it till it almost tore off

sorry i really tried to get into this captive thing but your basement- yeah it's not damp and dreary enough. yeah i'm sorry man. try to make it a little less well ventilated next time. and like i can tell i'm your first on account of this freshly poured concrete flooring and i'm just not comfortable working with someone with no prior experience yk? please don't be sad

asking you about the way you're planning to kill yourself once i'm done with you and if it's not cool enough i try a little harder to rape some good ideas into you. maybe they'll take

there's a very thin line between real rough sex and rape and i won't stop till you tell me what it is

a while ago i had this dream where i was tldr raping my boyfriend & the first thing i did when i woke up was tell him so, so we could both go "aw i wish that was fr" & that's just the kind of men we are

stench is underrated. the dank, heavy stench of a basement. the acrid stench of a healing wound, or the putrid stench of an infection. the vomit-inducing stench of vomit. or better yet, stale vomit. the ripe stench of a week-old sweat. the tangy, coppery stench of blood brought out by the oppressive warmth of a room. the stench of alcohol clinging to your dad when he sneaks under your covers. the stench of his breath, his unbrushed teeth against yours. gross <3 stench <3

hot arterial blood running down the gash they made me put in my leg as they point and laugh and ask if my new little hole is leaking or if i pissed myself. send post