~☆~rape me~☆~

Being caught and overwhelmed so quickly you don’t even have time to feel afraid before something throbbing and delicious has been shoved into your mouth and gushed an aphrodisiac down your throat. In no time at all you’re spreading your legs unprompted, drooling around your gag, eyes glazed, humping and twitching and moaning on nothing. An ovipositor or tentacle is shoved inside you, not quite roughly, just practically. It’s a good thing nobody is around (you think) because you’re making a complete fool of yourself, not even able to feel humiliated anymore. Moaning and whimpering like a mindless animal while it pumps away inside you, reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust. It keeps feeding you its aphrodisiac slime and you keep taking its pounding with rolled-back eyes and an arched back. Your body won’t stop spasming around it, overcome with pleasure, the tip of its ovipositor bulging in your stomach. You’re dripping with arousal and its slime. Fertile and full. Begging it to breed you, to give you what your body needs so badly.

Then it stops, buried as deep inside you as it could get, your insides stretched so wide around it you couldn’t close your legs if you tried, bent in a humiliating position that would be very uncomfortable if you weren’t blissed out of your mind.

It removes its organ from your mouth and shifts its weight, lowers itself down to the perfect angle to fill you. It makes a sound like a groan and then it starts swelling even more inside you. You gasp and claw at the ground and drool as it fattens up inside you, and that’s when you feel something even wider press against your entrance. You can feel the ovipositor inside you flexing, pushing, and with a pop, the round object breaches you. It’s the size of a normal bird egg, but it’s squishier, easier for you body to take. You feel it pumped along the ovipositor, stretching out your walls even more, and then plop into you, hot and wet. Followed by another. And another.

It doesn’t take long till you’re cumming from overstimulation and how fucking good it feels with every egg, your mind a little bit broken, babbling senselessly till the creature stuffs something else in your mouth - another tentacle, fingers, a tongue - to shut you up. You start feeling full. Then stuffed. And then it’s unbearable and your body can’t stop seizing up, can’t stop cumming, can’t stop losing its mind over how it feels to be used and bred so thoroughly.

You’ve almost passed out by the time it shudders with that same groaning noise and suddenly a gush fills you up even more, spilling over and warming the eggs plumping your gut, pumping and pumping into you without pause like a hose. When it finally drags its ovipositor out of you, you hazily expect everything to gush out of your ruined hole, but it doesn’t.

before long, another doctor wheels in a rack of unfamiliar equipment, and the two of them help you to your feet and start to help you into it. first are a pair of weighted hoof boots that increase your height by a foot; next are a pair of long gauntlets that go all the way up to your shoulders. when the doctors tighten them to fit you perfectly, their weight pulls you forward until you're on all fours—but the gauntlets are constructed so that it's unexpectedly comfortable. next, one of the doctors fastens what looks like a rigid posture collar around your neck. only when it's tightened do you realize that it presses on your voicebox so the only sounds you can make are low and gutteral, almost like a cow. the doctors confer among themselves and then ask you to try moving forward. you do, your hooves loud against the floor; at first you're a little uncoordinated, but then you start to get the hang of it. then they ask you to speak. but your voice comes out garbled, no matter what you try to say—the only sound you can make is a moo. they nod and say you're ready for the next stage and ask you to follow them down the hall. the room they lead you to is big and spacious, though you notice the walls are padded—soundproofed, perhaps—and there's a set of double doors on the other side, as well as a big two-way mirror in one wall. one of the doctors checks your hooves one last time and then nods, then they ask you to wait and leave, closing the door behind them.

after a moment, you realize that your pulse is speeding up and that heat is building between your legs, faster than you've ever felt it. that's what the last injection must have been for, you realize: to boost your libido. you don't have to wait long to find out why; the doors on the other side of the room open and a minotaur steps in, his huge cock already hard between his legs. a big bead of fluid slowly drips from the tip as he comes towards you, walking on his hind legs. aroused as you are, you're a little uncertain, and you try to shuffle away, only to realize that your hooves are locked in place. no doubt one of the scientists is controlling them remotely—so you have no choice but to remain perfectly still, on all fours, legs spread wide. he doesn't waste any time once he reaches you, just lines his cock up and pushes right in. you've never taken anything so huge in your whole life, and at first you're afraid that he'll hurt you, but one of the injections must have loosened you to such a degree that he bottoms out on the first thrust, his cock pressed right against your cervix.

he fucks you roughly and thoroughly, without giving any impression that he cares about your pleasure or anything other than the fact that you're a warm, wet hole to shove his cock into. to your shock, that thought turns you on so much that you come after just a few minutes, your body shaking around his enormous cock and clenching down on its flared head—which just makes him fuck you harder. you come again and again, hard enough that your vision goes white, and after a while you realize through the haze of pleasure that something has changed. he's sliding even further into you, somehow, his cock pressing against parts of you that nothing has ever touched before, and you realize that he's managed to work your cervix open with his relentless pistoning pace—the head of his cock is now fucking directly into your womb, so deep that you can see your belly bulging every time he pushes in, a faint swell where the flared tip is moving inside of you. if he comes, you realize, all his seed will go directly into your womb, and suddenly you wonder: what if one of those injections made you ovulate?

Your fantasies never feature gentle sex with a respectful liberal man.

No, you crave a big thick conservative cock tearing you open and making you cry. You look at those rough blue collar men passing by on the streets, making comments about how they don't know what they've voted for. You would never admit this to your queer friends, but you get so wet thinking about being pinned under their muscular hairy bodies and used. To be disrespected and dismissed of your thoughts and opinions. Surrendering yourself to the enemy. The shame makes you spread your legs more easily than anything else.

You need this. It's getting so hard to deny. You need to be fucked by a conservative, transphobic, homophobic, misogynistic, cis straight man who believes a woman is a hole to be used and bred. You need to rub your clit as your hole clenches the assault upon your beliefs.

You wish to be taken so you won't need to admit how much you want it. What would your friends think? Feel how big your clit is now. You're so fucked up for liking this. Why are you so attracted to men like that?

You need to cum to the thought of a conservative cock throbbing and shooting his load inside you. His pleasure becoming your pleasure. Your vagina needs to milk all his sperm and into your cervix. You won't be able to get an abortion. He's going to change your body and your life forever. It's going to fuck you up. But you need to cum. You need to cum so badly. You can't stop rubbing your girly pussy, your slit soaked. Your pussy is prepared to take cock. You need cock. You need a big strong manly cock to take you and punish you for believing you could be anything but a cum dump. You need to be underneath a conservative man and let him fuck all the silly liberal feminist thoughts out of you.

Keep rubbing. Good girl. Accept your place. When you're ready, spread your legs wide open and imagine the thick conservative cock pushing deep inside you, until his balls are resting on your labia. Cum to the thought of becoming his. Take his load. Embrace your womanhood. This is your purpose.

You stuff a big dildo in my cunt, stretch my ass with a butt plug, and tape them inside my holes so they can't fall out (no matter how uncomfortable the stretch is). Then you stand there, wanking over my pathetic body, before you cover your denied whore in cum.

You leave me like that while you continue with your gaming session, I can hear you talking to some guys with your headset on. Whenever you take a break you play with my clit a little more, praising me for being such a good cum rag, and then you use me to jerk off again. And, that's only if things are going well...

When you lose a game or get frustrated, you abuse my body, leaving me bruised, crying, and desperate for relief. Just make sure to keep me gagged so my whining and crying don't distract you too much.

But it’s so big that it won’t fit at all, even though you're dripping wet despite the token struggle you put up, so, frustrated, the demon digs his hands into your waist and uses you like a toy, grinding the head of his cock and back forth against your cunt as he tries to force his enormous cock into you. It’s bumped and ridged and slimy and covered in your juice after a couple moments and within a minute you’re already so overstimulated, with those nubs and spines grinding against your clit over and over and over, that you cum right there, all over this monster’s cock, falling limp.

But that only makes him (and you) wetter, and the sticky, slick noise of you sliding on him doesn’t slow down, only gets more obscene–schlick, schlick. Frustrated, the demon continues to try to force his cock into your tight cunt, grinding his cockhead into your cleft, grunting in your ear. When you look down, you can see it moving between your legs, thicker than your arm, precum oozing everywhere, all over your mound and dripping down your thighs.

You cum two, three more times on his grinding alone. You feel so dirty, getting off on being this monster’s cock toy, still so wet and used and raw. Then, somehow, finally, the monster’s cockhead forces its way into you painfully, with an audible pop. You groan, struggling feebly, but his thick hands hold you tightly down onto him. You can feel it twitch within you.

Even though he’s so big, he’ll make himself fit into your tight, sopping wet little cunt. Slouching over with exhaustion, you watch his cock twitch and pulse as it slides deeper, bit by bit, into you, veiny and hard and bumpy and twisted and gnarled… maybe you could cum again from that sight alone, that horrible thing being pushed into you, violating you, raping you. And you, a begging slut, love it.

He can’t get himself all the way in, but he grunts and pushes himself forward and forces you down, down, down around his cock, you groaning all the while in pain, but it’s so good, so thick. You are so full, and every bump that gets rammed deeper into your sopping wet vag gets dragged across your clit, making you scream.

Finally, he stops stretching you and begins to fuck you, shaking you up and down by the waist like a human toy. The bumps and ridges grind against your nerves until you cum screaming, legs flying open even wider, and he thrusts even deeper into you than before, touching some spot inside that makes you go limp.

You don’t even know how many times you cum, over and over, limp in his arms as a rag doll, bouncing up and down, before he finally shoots his monstrous cum into you, so much, more and more, until he finally rips out of you with one last grunt and a tug, the motion pushing you over the edge once again, and the cum sloshes out of your gaping opening, having been plugged by his enormous cock. He drops you onto the ground like a used condom, leaving you dazed, limp, and wide open for whatever other monster decides to come after you tonight.

⛓️ tie her up tight and make sure that she can’t move or close her legs. You can try any humiliating poses you like as long as you follow the above rule.

🔐 attach a forced orgasm belt or similar to her waist and thighs and lock it in place.

🪄 attach the vibrator to the belt/straps and position it so that it’s pressed firmly on her clit. Pull her labia to the side if you need to.

It’s very important that she cannot move the vibrator off of her clit - otherwise she controls the orgasms and we don’t want that!

🔥 make sure that you tie the vibrator tight so that if she moves around all it will do is rub across her clit. Make sure that no matter how much she struggles and squirms the vibrator will not move off of her clit.

⏱️ Speed Settings:

Low speed: use this if you want her to leak, dribble and edge but not reach an orgasm. For example if you want to get her wet and desperate whilst you finish your gaming session, you want her ready for when the boys come over later or if she’s on denial and doesn’t deserve to cum.

Medium speed: the standard speed for standard forced orgasms. Use this if you want her to cum over and over again - for a long time.

Fast speed: use this setting for intense orgasms that will leave her clit sensitive and swollen. Best used as a punishment or to make her cum quickly.

You can vary the speeds throughout the session for maximum effect. For example:

• You can tell her not to cum, use the high setting to make her cum and then punish her by using the low setting for the rest of the night.

• You could also start on low setting, put the speed up to medium and then ‘accidentally’ turn off the vibe every time she gets close which will reset the low setting timer.

• You could tie her up in a room full of boys and force her to leak, squirt and orgasm uncontrollably in front of them.

This idea can also apply to locked (in chastity) 🔐 trans girls and cis boys. You can also get attachments to use on their hard little clits if you decide to unlock them.

This knight makes me uneasy, but I let my status as the prince make me feel far too confident. As part of my duties I was trained in swordfighting, and my father the King was so well liked I was certain no one would even think to lay a finger on me. Despite the way I knew I was being visually undressed behind his visor, I said nothing- I couldn't show weakness, and after all who cared if he wanted to imagine what I looked like undressed. Half the kingdom had those thoughts, it was part of what made me feel so special. I was uneasy though, opting often to have my most trusted guard paired with him just in case in my more vulnerable moments.

That night I awoke, the knights cock buried in my cunt, I hadn't done that. She had requested leave to get married, and I was so confident at this point I figured I could handle him on my own.

I couldn't.

Between his strength and the weight of his armor, I couldn't fight him off. My struggling was useless, serving only to make me tighter for him, and his moans reverberated through my chamber. I cursed and pounded at his chest plate until he held my hands down with just one hand of his own, and used the other to play with my tits as he fucked me.

"Stop!" I screamed, trying to kick uselessly, "I order you to stop, I am the prince of this land damnit!"

The knight just chuckled and shook his head, continuing to pound into me, his cock almost too big to take and yet he was forcing it deep inside. He was using me like a cheap whore, and I had never felt so low.

He flooded my royal cunt with wave after wave of his cum, pressed hard against my cervix, and stayed inside me for a moment as I felt it pooling inside me. I was mortified. Defiled and forcibly deflowered by one of the knights my own father assigned to me, I lied still as he finally pulled out, made himself presentable again, and returned to his post as if nothing had happened.

"Go back to sleep your highness," he said in a tone I read as mocking, and I didn't respond. Too proud even to cry, I just curled up tightly in my bed and pretended the knight wasn't there, hadn't just forced himself on me, and hadn't just possibly impregnated me out of wedlock.

Hopefully if he had, my father would choose to handle the matter quietly, send me to study abroad with a private tutor for a year and gift the child to a duke or something, and not force me to marry this... Demon man. The idea made me nauseous.

Little did you know, you're all fertile today, and one of the bulls has come to investigate. Easily overpowered, you get mounted in front of your friends. Maybe they climb in to try and help you, maybe they start touching themselves to the sight of it. Either way, there are a few new additions to the hucow herd by the end of the day~

It all happened so fast.

One minute I was laughing with my friends, daring each other to enter the paddock and taking photos for social media there, and scampering out again. We knew no one was supposed to go in there, that the bulls especially could be aggressive if bothered, but stupid teens will be stupid teens.

But in a flash, while I sent off a silly selfie captioned "lol cowcore" to my Snapchat story, I was grabbed, my phone knocked out of my hands and sliding out of the enclosure. My first instinct was to scream, to struggle, but I'm not strong and this breeding bull very much was. One arm held me against him while the other yanked my jeans down, I knew immediately what was about to happen but was powerless to stop it.

The bull slammed his thick, virile cock into my pussy without warning, tight from the fear of being forcibly bred. It hurts, I'm screaming out for help, but my friends are, at first, too stunned to do anything. It isn't until the bull adjusts and pulls my hoodie over my head and exposes my so frequently hidden tits that anyone does anything.

One breaks off from the group to run and get a teacher. The rest pull out their phones and start taking photos, or recording me as I get raped by this huge bull. He seems to like the attention, picking me up and while still keeping me impaled on his cock, brings me close to the edge of the paddock. People get shots of my swinging tits, bouncing with every violent thrust, close ups of my cunt being split open by this bulls cock.

Eventually, one of the teachers arrives, flanked by the student that ran for help. He quickly ushers the other students away, saying he needed to take care of this himself without distractions and to get back to the bus before someone else got hurt.

I'm crying, and I can feel the bull start to stutter, and suddenly I'm being pumped full of his hot cum, deep in my unprotected pussy. I'm so scared- of course I wasn't on birth control, and we had just seen a presentation about how potent the cum is from the bulls on this particular farm. I look up desperately to the teacher with bleary, teary eyes, hoping to be saved before the bull started fucking me again- I could already feel him stiffening back up.

Instead, he reaches through the slats on the paddock and gropes my tits. Were they always this big? I try to jerk away from the touch but the bull has me held in place.

"This might be a better place for you than our school." The teacher says coldly, playing with my exposed tits like it was something he always wanted to do. "You've never been that bright. Here you'll be useful. Don't worry, your parents won't even miss you. Not a little slut like you."

I cry and shake my head, wanting to be sick, but I'm having a hard time focusing between the groping and the bull that's started thrusting again into my cum slick pussy. I beg for help in a broken, tiny voice, but the teacher shakes his head as he pinches my nipple.

"No, it's too late now. Anything a bull cums in is considered property of the farm. There's no doubt that you're already pregnant- and I know you couldn't come home a teen mom. Id say dad, but I don't need to pretend with you anymore. Don't worry- the school will be reimbursed for your loss. I almost want to pay them for getting you out of our hair." He laughs, gives my tits one last squeeze, and goes to leave.

He sees my phone lying on the ground and picks it up. There's a moment of pause before he takes a few photos of my body, a video of this bull raping me as i sob and beg for help, and he sends it off to a few of my group chats, explaining that I won't be online anymore, but if they're in the area of the farm they can come visit me. He laughs as he watches people react to the video and photos, before pocketing my phone and walking away, leaving me to my fate.

The humiliation coupled with the way the bill was slamming into me was just enough to force me to cum on his intruding cock, taking that cum deeper into my unprotected and fertile womb. It really was too late.

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