Bondage and Domination

i slide under the covers carefully, not wanting to wake you just yet. my hand moves slowly up your thigh, pushing your nightdress higher until your bare cunt is exposed to the cool air. even in your sleep your body knows me. your thighs part just a little, like an invitation

"that’s my good girl," i whisper against your neck, voice low and dark. "always so ready for me, even when you’re unconscious."

two fingers trace your pretty slit and find you already getting wet. i smile against your skin. my little somno slut, dripping before i’ve even done anything. i circle your clit with lazy patience, feeling it swell under my touch while your breathing stays soft and even. only when you’re slick and glistening do i push two fingers inside you, slow and deep, stretching that tight, warm heat

a tiny whimper escapes your lips. your hips twitch once, but you don’t wake

i work you open patiently, scissoring my fingers, curling them against that spot that always makes you shake. your greedy cunt starts making those soft, wet sounds as i pump in and out, coating my hand. when i’m satisfied you’re ready, i pull my fingers out and replace them with the head of my cock

i press forward, sinking into you inch by inch while you’re still lost in dreams. fuck… you feel perfect like this. so warm and pliant, your walls fluttering around me even though your mind is somewhere else. i bottom out with a quiet groan, buried to the hilt in your unconscious body

then i start fucking you

slow, deep, possessive strokes at first, savouring the way your sleeping cunt grips me. gradually i let myself get rougher, hips snapping harder, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder in the quiet room. your breathing changes. needy sounds start slipping from your mouth with every thrust. your brows furrow slightly, lips trembling, but your eyes stay closed

"that’s it, darling… take my cock like the helpless little toy you are."

i hook one of your legs over my arm, spreading you wider so i can drive deeper. your body responds so beautifully. getting wetter, clenching, little tremors running through your thighs. a broken whimper escapes you, louder this time. your head turns on the pillow but you still don’t wake

i lean down and whisper filthy things right against your ear while i ruin you

"such a filthy girl… getting fucked in your sleep and your tight cunt is dripping for it." "this is what you were made for, angel. warm, wet, and available whenever i want."

my pace turns punishing. i fuck you harder, chasing my pleasure, using your sleeping body like the perfect free-use doll you are. when i finally cum, i bury myself as deep as possible and fill you with long, thick pulses of cum, marking you from the inside while you remain lost in dreams

i stay inside you for a long time afterward, softening slowly, enjoying the way your cunt occasionally twitches around me. only when i’m ready do i pull out, watching my cum leak from your used hole.

i tenderly kiss your forehead and whisper,

I softly wrap your hair around my hand and convince you to open your mouth, I go easy, just having you suck the tip, “good job baby, you’re doing so good” I say, trying to boost up your confidence again. Inch by inch you start taking more and more of my hard cock into your mouth, I start guiding you, pushing down on your head more, making you take it all and making you gag on it. I can’t even control my hips, I begin rutting into your face, sliding my cock in and out of your tiny little throat. The pathetic noises coming from your mouth start getting to me, my pace picks up and I start fucking your mouth, skull fucking you like the little toy you are.

I grab you, pick you up and I toss you onto the bed, pushing you on your stomach and pressing your face down into the mattress, I shove my spit covered cock into your tight little hole. My demeanor changes, I went from helping you take my cock, to now, forcing you to take it. “I’m so sorry baby, this will be over soon I promise” I lie to you, pounding into your little hole deeper and deeper. Your screams and cries are muffled, but I can tell by the mess your making on my cock that you love getting your little pussy raped, you’re clenching around me like you never want it me to pull out of you. So that’s exactly what I do.

I pull my cock from your pussy, leaving you clenching around nothing and I push myself into your ass, I feel you tense up as you’re given no choice but to take it like the good girl I’ve trained you to be. I push in deeper, and deeper until I’ve stretched you out enough to fuck your ass. I wanted to make sure I made use of every fuckable hole on your body, I can still feel you clenching around nothing the more I fuck into you, I’ve lost track of how many orgasms I’ve fucked from your body at this point. I grab you by your hips and fuck into your tiny ass, practically splitting you in two while your pussy gets no more attention.

But I still feel my hair go on end when I turn around or bend in front of him.

By the time he finally does something I'm so conditioned I barely fight it. He comes up behind me and pins me hard against the kitchen counter at his place. The counter digs into my hips and his cock is hard against my arse. I start to cry. He starts undoing my dress like he doesn't even notice, like he has every right. He's pent up, his movements a little jerky. Suddenly I'm down to my bra and he's fondling my tits and telling me what's gonna happen. He's going to rape me and I'm going to take it like a good girl. What did I think a body like this was for, anyway? Such a sweet thing. Oh, baby, it's okay. You can cry if you want to.

My bra comes off and my perky little tits spill out. His hands are so big. I try to squirm but he just grinds his cock against me, cooing. He's panting in my ear and I remember all the times he'd breathe heavy around me, just like this. God, was he hard the whole time? Was he planning this the whole time?

I'm crying and making girly little whimpers. He pushes me down harder, squishing my tits and cheek against the counter. What a pretty girl. I hear the clink of his belt and feel his big cock leaking against my arse just for a moment before he seizes my hips and thrusts into my hard and so deep my brain short circuits.

He keeps muttering into my hair as he fucks me stupid, telling me how cute I am, how young, how he's been so good, waiting until he was sure I was a good girl who wouldn't tell. And I am such a good girl, aren't I? Taking that big cock even though my pussy keeps squeezing like it's trying to push him out. Such a perfect, tight little cunt. Such a little dolly. This was always going to happen, baby girl. This is what your little body is for, getting taken by an older man. It's okay, sweetheart. It's not up to you.

He rapes me so hard I can't think, my little body jolting against that counter as he goes deeper and faster like he's trying to fuck into my womb. I cry and beg and whimper and he just groans and mutters like a dirty old pervert on top of me.

By the time he comes inside me, filling me up until my pussy leaks his thick seed, I can't speak. I can barely move. My eyes don't focus. I'm barely conscious as he tucks me into his bed, telling me what a good girl I am. Telling me that I'm his girl now. His baby.

I'm too tired, too drained and docile to fight it. His words just sink into my fuzzy little mind. It feels like maybe he's right. Maybe this was always going to happen.

The next thing I know, I'm waking up to his hand over my mouth and his cock inside me again. He smiles, thrusting hard enough to make my tits bounce.

I pretend to take another hit, I laugh and press the joint against your lips again and tell you to take a big one, you do just that. As I’m sitting completely sober, I watch as your brain fogs up and melts with each hit that I coerce out of you. But I need you even more far gone, I need your brain to shut down completely, and that’s when I force one more hit out of you. I’ve gotten you so high you’ve even forgotten how to think for yourself.

Showing you that you are completely at my mercy and taking advantage of how easy and vulnerable you are. I strip you of your shirt, then your pants and panties follow very quickly after, I begin touching you and shoving my fingers inside of you as you’ve forgotten how to say no. Rubbing your clit with one hand as the other finger fucks all of the brains from your pathetic little pussy and forcing a mess to start flowing down my hand that’s gliding in and out of you.

You are so fucked out and dizzy, you don’t even realize what’s happening to you until you feel my hard cock pushing its way to your cervix and pounding it. I hold you in place making it easy for me to molest you, I make sure that you’re going to feel me for weeks after, reminded that this wasn’t some messed up wet dream you had. You can’t even control your mind let alone your body, you are clenching and convulsing on my cock, making a cummy mess on it as orgasm after orgasm is fucked from your body.

don't look away. look at how thick & hard you make me. i don't want you to touch, just really look. watch me fuck my fist, baby. fix your eyes on what you do to me. I'm starting slow even tho i rly don't want to, know why? bc i have restraint. in fact, I'm showing a lot of restraint right now. instead of my fist it rly should be your tight little hole, shouldn't it? don't look away. look at what you make me do. this is on you. this is your fault. you should be grateful I'm only making you watch.

fuck, I'm actually close, you're just so fucking pretty. come closer. see how much precum I'm leaking? do you see how bad i want to put a baby in you? say "thank you for not raping me, sir". say it louder, you eager little slut. that's right, this is not rape. I'm just showing you what you fucking do to me, I'm not raping you. but i am going to cum all over your pretty little face, oh my god. close your eyes, baby, come here. I'm gonna coat you in my fucking seed, you're so lucky, you're so fucking lucky it's me doing this. fuck, i should kill you for making me go this far... you sick little thing...

there we go... oh, you look so, sooo good glazed with my cum, baby angel... you're such a good pet... no, i didn't get any in your hair, see? still soft & unsoiled, just like the rest of my pretty baby...

Every new scene an opportunity to take more degrading pictures, to record increasingly depraved tasks, to escalate to a level beyond inhumane. Every picture and video a new, explicit threat. Forcing them to behave and degrade themselves further, lest they risk the footage being used against them. "you'd better fucking do it if you don't want these posted." "You think your friends are going to look at you the same if they see this?" "I'd almost feel bad sharing this. You almost look like a person here. You can really see the desperation taking over and the humanity leaving your eyes."

Jointly saving tens of hours of video and hundreds of pictures to look at together. Hosting screenings. with their dominant friends so they can laugh and mock their dumb little victim together. Sending the footage other their other pets to keep them obedient and afraid of being on the receiving end of such vicious treatment. "Look at all the things our victim does for us, dear. You know you're next if you aren't good. Now be a good toy and get to it."

Bunny Secretary walks up to you at your desk, a smirk on his lips that hold a million secrets. You’re working like it’s a normal day, only kind of wondering why the entire floor is cleared of your colleagues.

“Hey, sweets, you need to get downstairs for the annual egg hunt.”

At your confused glance, Bunny Secretary’s smirk only grows darker, his cock twitching with uncontainable excitement. Pre leaks in his briefs at your pure naivety. That’ll be gone before long and it’ll all be because of him.

“Confused? Well, darling, every year I get to pick one person to plant this lovely egg vibrator inside of. When I do, the office is alerted and the hunt begins.”

He holds up a brightly covered egg shaped toy, decorated as if it were an actual Easter egg. Realization dawns on you and your legs subtly try and rub together, your body throbbing at the idea of all these big sexy monsters pawing at you, plunging their giant fingers inside of you in attempts to find the egg. Bunny Secretary’s eyes gleam as if reading your mind.

“First one to find the egg gets the prize. And this year that prize… is you,” he purrs, his bunny nose twitching as he inhales deep gulps of your arousal.

With a swift push of your chair, Bunny Secretary has you ass up, leaning against the desk and ready for him. Your core leaking with arousal and making him drool.

His hands run over your body, caressing you with a dark and twisted reverence like he just can’t get enough of you. But it’s not just enough to taste and the urge has him leaning in to get a taste.

The moment your essence drips onto his tongue, Bunny Secretary swears he blacks out. All he can sense is your taste, everything else going dark as he eats you out like a man starved. His tongue reaching far into your depths, swirling the thick muscle inside of you. Fucking you relentlessly with his mouth and getting you ready to take the toy.

He works you with his tongue, higher and higher till your pretty hole flutters around him, desperate to cum. You whine in protest when he pulls back but a moment later and the thick egg is stretching your slick walls as he pops the toy inside of you.

At first nothing happens. You stand on shaky legs and your lips part, about to ask what gives, when Bunny Secretary clicks something on a miniature remote and your body is buzzing to life. Sparks of pleasure shoot from your core and instead of words, you moan like the slut you are as your knees buckle. The shock of it instantly turning you into a gushing mess.

It only takes that last bit of vibration to have you coming at your desk, barely able to stand. Bunny Secretary is right there to keep you upright, bringing you firmly against his chest. Even that has you coming harder till finally the vibrations stop and you slump against him.

“Hmm. I wonder how long it’ll take them to find you when you already look so fucking wrecked,” he rasps, voice hoarse with his own need, and his lips curled in a smug grin.

You briefly wonder what he means as he helps practically carry you downstairs where the office is holding the hunt. It all makes sense as Bunny Secretary opens the door and you’re immediately greeted with what looks to be a war zone.

But no, it’s not a war zone. It’s the biggest damn orgy you’ve ever seen in your life. Everyone from the office railing each other in search of the egg. The egg currently inside you. The reminder has you clenching around it and trying to hold in the lewd moans that beg to spill from your lips.