Horny Little Mess

sluts drink free

asking for a freebie is consent to be used

free drinks come with a little red wristband wrapped around them that goes on your wrist once you've finished the drink

you don't have to get any drunker than you want to be! people who want to fuck the drunkest sluts can just count the wristbands

(the bar makes money by kicking out anyone who isn't drinking every now and then, so non-sluts still have to buy drinks to participate)

anyway people can start groping and fucking you as soon as you've finished your first drink, but if you want more you can just stay at the bar and get fucked from behind while you're ordering and drinking them

no dress code but your clothes are probably gonna be soaked in cum at minimum so you may as well go in your cheapest, tiniest outfit

if you only want to be a little tipsy you can down a couple shots and then go lay yourself out on a table or hang out near the toilets waiting for someone to use you

alternatively if you're determined to pass out on someone's dick and wake up with unknown volumes of cum leaking out all your holes, go right ahead. one of the bar staff loves taking still life photos of unconscious sluts lined up along the bar with bottles plugging up their used holes to save on mopping time

(if a bartender thinks your actual health is in danger but you're still asking for more they'll just jerk off into a cocktail glass and feed you that so you can still get another wristband. you're too drunk to tell the difference so he's probably doing your liver a favour)

take off the wristbands when you're done and someone will call you a taxi (free if you let the cabbie use you on your way home)

Hypnosis: Would you find me attractive even if I needed a lot of help and direction?

Somnophilia: Would you find me attractive even if I couldn't reciprocate?

Dollification: Would you find me attractive even if I needed someone else to help maintain me?

Kittyplaying: Would you find me attractive even if I wasn't perfectly obedient all the time and expressed negative emotion through sass and brattiness?

she lets it hang there, gradually getting harder, rubbing on your lips. a little precum drips onto them. your lips part slightly — the instant they do, she notices and takes advantage of this, shoving her cock deep inside, resting on the back of your tongue. suddenly, your previously-distanced vision collapses through layers until it is returned to your skull. it barely catches stray glimpses of her bedroom’s soft purple LED light illuminating her bush, whose thin strands of hair scratch at your upper lip.

you gag hard, almost retching, in a motion that takes far longer than it should. she says something, the meaning of which gets lost as each word leaves your mind before the next one arrives, except for two: “behave” and “mine”. she clutches your forehead and shoves it down into the pillow. the motion makes you dizzy, and your body goes limp until you shove your way back into yourself again. you manage to come up with the first complete thought you’ve had in however long it’s been: you need to get her off of you. but after several attempts, thinking-moving as a single action is a skill you seem to have lost. you try to force the thought into your splayed out legs and bound arms, but any motion that happens as a result you can’t feel and she doesn’t respond to.

whatever little writhing you accomplished only succeeds at making her giggle contentedly. just a sliver of her face is visible between her crotch and your hair, and she apparently delights at your helpless struggle that only reveals to her just how fucked you are. you try this repeatedly, and after some time, you notice that she needs to take a second to reposition to keep your legs down. for a moment, the thought appears that she might punish you for being difficult, but it just as quickly disappears as your instinct to protect yourself takes over again and starts chipping at the delirium.

It's so thick, youre so stretched and full you cant think.

You dont know its an ovipositor. 

Youve been fucking her for ages now, delirious from sex you have lost your concept of time. 

You dont know what she is, but she has markings along her back and arms that glow softly, she has musical tones on her breath as she groans, and she has a thick cock with a cross on the head that you kissed deeply. 

You feel her cock pulsing inside you. You are raw and sensitive and tingling all over. 

She grabs your hips and pulls you closer, deeper, she drags her nails along your back. Groaning happily, sort of like a panflute, she falls into a rhythm grinding her hips against you. 

You are so wet, shes fucked you so thoroughly its like youve conformed to her shape, your hole has been made into her perfect cocksleeve.

You grind on her, enjoying the extra sensation of ... uh, her cock must be thicker at the base. You decide you like that. Her hands on your hips dont let you go too far. She likes to be deep inside you. 

The odd sensation, and a small alarm in your mind, dont go away. As her cock gets thicker inside of you, she groans and gasps with effort that grinding shouldnt take. Horror dawns as you finally realise its an egg. 

You push onto your elbows to get up, but her hand between your shoulder blades says you cant. With strength you cant match, she clutches your thigh and drags you deeper onto her like a good bitch. 

You cry out with each thrust making you take the egg a milimeter more, pushing you closer to a limit - she doesnt relent. 

Even when you find the limit, when she cant make you take it any more, when it feels like shes slamming a knot that just isnt going to fit - she doesnt stop. 

Oh god, you cant take it. You cant. She leans down, gravity on her side as she thrusts into you, chittering softly. You are pounded by it, you feel your slick hole giving in a bit more each time. 

It feels inevitable, she thrusts and grinds it but her cock is so deep already. Its going inside of you, oh god shes going to make you take it! 

Her egg SLAMS inside of you, the shock makes you scream. The stretching of your lips was the worst part, but now you are full and its different. Your breathing is ragged, the pain and weight inside you is making you dizzy. 

She relaxes now, pushing it deeper inside of you with no resistance. Her ovipositor does exactly what it was always going to do, you feel the egg drop inside of you. 

You whine as your hole stretches once more, another egg at your entrance. 

She gives you 7. You didnt count on purpose, but they took all of your attention. 

The fifth and sixth were easy for her to force inside, but you screamed with the shock every time. The widest part of the egg never got easier.  Those were harder for her to deposit though, she was breathing hard and each stroke jostled the rest of her brood inside you.  

The seventh is the worst. It feels like the biggest - but youve thought that for each of them.

Weary, he changes the position, and pulls you on top of her. She wont let her cock leave your bruised, aching hole. You  see how the egg sits in her ovipositor for the first time, her cock swollen with it, like a threat. 

You feel it pressing on your sloppy hole and sob as you weakly slide down. Shes not even thrusting, its like shes taking a break. This one you will be taking yourself. Wont you, slut. 

Without her pounding, its the slowest one. You feel every ridge of that damn cock as you stretch and slip slowly slowly down. 

She thrusts upwards into you, she fucks you with the egg, dragging it in and out, deeper upwards each time. You groan weakly, her strong hands holding your hips tightly. Her ethereal eyes hold your gaze fast. 

You cry out as you finally take it. Her good little broodmare, taking her all eggs like that. She sit up a bit and strokes your face. You shudder with pleasure as the egg is pushed upwards, and finally it joins its bretheren. 

She pulls you aside and lays you on the bed next to her. You cant believe how heavy you are. Her touch is so soft and loving now. 

You cant believe how empty your hole feels as her ovipositor finally falls out. 

You gingerly touch your stomach, horror tightening your throat as you realise youre going to have to push all of these back out. 

"Umm yeah, they really are," you manage to stutter out through your daze, looking up at the lights hanging from the ceiling. Of course, the first thing you both noticed when you'd walked into the private spa was the multiple, colourful jellyfish shaped lights suspended at various heights above the pool.

"Which one is your favourite?" she continues, "I think you'll like the pink one there." She points at one just above your eyesight.

"Wait which one is pink?" You ask, head spinning as your eyes struggle to focus on any one light in the sea above you.

"That one right there. Hmm wait no," she smirks, "seems like the colour has cycled past pink." You start to turn towards her, when she grabs your chin and tilts your head up forcing you to keep looking, "just keep staring, and I'm sure it will cycle back through to pink eventually."

You stare, eyes growing ever more blank. Even if she wasn't holding your chin, your body is too weak to do anything else. Your partner leans in close, whispering quietly in your ear. At least you think thats whats happening. You can't be sure because it's almost like the lights are sucking up your attention, stealing your thoughts. Capturing your memories and dragging them up with them into the glistening sea. You can feel your grasp of what's happening around you slipping, as everything goes blank....

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it doesnt have to be a good score, you dont have to take it multiple times, you dont have to get on a good screen, etcetera. just gimme your score please this is my final project grade :)