he/him | 25 | disgusting had to make somewhere to put the bad stuff... feel free to dm me any horrible ideas you have (hard limit on being referred to as a pig)
Pretty tboys deserve getting their little cocks slapped until its so hot and swollen and sensitive they cant take anymore and need you to grind an ice cube against their poor beat up tdick
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I want to get you so incredibly high that you can’t even fight me off anymore. Then I’m going to tie you to a table and turn you into my test subject. Forcing you to take all sorts of objects and toys in your tiny holes just to see how your body reacts and takes it. overstimulating and edging you, watching as your mind and body slowly break for me
I really want someone to be obsessed with my pussy.
Schedules mandatory Brazilian waxes every month, keeping me as soft and bare as possible.
Only lets me wear the smallest, frilliest, most revealing panties and thongs. Picks out my underwear every day, giving me a quick spank on the cunt before they tug the tiniest thong up my plump thighs, then wedge it high up in between my lips.
Anytime I’m alone with them they stick their hands down the front of my pants and start playing with my pussy, rubbing my fat lips and teasingly ignoring my throbbing need. It gets in the way at home—when I’m trying to reach up and grab something too high for me, or if I’m in the middle of doing dishes and my hands are occupied. In public it can happen when we’re alone in the park at night, or if they back me into the gym locker room after a hard workout together—this makes them slap their hand over my mouth to silence my protests. I succumb to the humiliation of having my pussy played with in public, hoping no one sees.
When I drift off to sleep after a long day of having my pussy rubbed nearly raw, they slip a pump over my pussy and start pumping it into the cup.
In the morning, after being pumped all night, I wake up to them spanking my obscenely jiggly pussy, starting another day of their obsession.
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Anonymous: hiiii currently ive got insect infestation on the mind. id love to be filled with eggs of all kinds of insects and be forced to incubate them until I birth the entire colony. it'd be really hot if I were deathly afraid of bugs too and the distress was mind breaking
Body invasion is always so good <3
I’m putting half of this beneath a readmore since it got longer than I meant it to, heh =w=“
Imagine you get kidnapped by a man who wants a slave he can break. He has a few ideas, but the one he’s really favoring is fear, and he’s already got supplies for a few of the common ones. Snakes, bugs, heights, drowning - he just needs a suitable subject. His current test is releasing a large bug in public, and seeing who screams. You just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and he has no trouble following you to an isolated spot, where he can force you into the back of his car.
He lays you out on a table in his basement. Of course, someone of his type has a table designed to tilt back and forth if need be, so he makes sure your limbs are tightly bound spread-eagle before tilting the table backwards so that your feet are above your head. He inserts a funnel into your exposed cunt, which makes you whine past the gag secured in your mouth.
He picks up one of a stack of small plastic containers nearby, and holds it up to your face so that you can see the label written on it in marker. Eggs. "You know what kind of eggs these are, slut?” he asks you, and you tearfully shake your head. He grins at you. “Neither do I. All I know is that whatever hatches from them is gonna have lots of legs.”
You realize just what he means, and you scream into the gag as he opens the container and tips the eggs into the funnel. Grinning sadistically, your captor gently prods the eggs into your pussy, and you can feel them pressing up against your walls. He picks up the next box to repeat the process, and that’s when you take a good look at the stack of boxes. There are more than you first thought, way more, and you can only assume what he plans to do with them.
You cry and sob into your gag as he repeats the process over and over, stuffing you full of bug eggs. When no more fit into your cunt, he carefully removes the funnel and presses them deeper into you with his fingers. They’re all so small that you can’t feel them individually, but the sensation of them pouring into your womb is horrifying in a brand-new way. When the ones in your pussy have been forced past your cervix, he inserts the funnel again to fill you with another batch.
By the time he’s done with your cunt, your midsection already looks like you’re three months into a pregnancy, the gentle swell disguising something much more disgusting than a baby. To your complete horror, he tugs the funnel out of your pussy gently and slides it right into your ass. “Oh, you thought you were just gonna be the host for those ones?” Your captor shakes his head, grinning, and you try to writhe away from the sensation of eggs pouring into your body again. “No, sweetheart. You gotta be really full if you wanna be a good incubator.”
You don’t want to be a good incubator, of course, but the man gives you no choice as he fills you with enough eggs to make your belly swell even further. Then, he lubes up a pair of large plugs on a harness, and slides them into you to lock them in place. “Now you can’t push any of them out until they’re all ready,” he says, patting your belly proudly. He smiles down at you. “I bet you can’t wait, huh?”
At this point, you’re nearly out of your mind with terror, tears streaking down your cheeks almost nonstop (though you lost the will to scream about halfway through your guts being filled). You’re still hoping it’s all just a bad dream, a nightmare that you can easily wake up from - but no such luck. Every time you open your eyes, you’re still right back where this whole mess started - strapped to the table in this man’s basement. He at least gives you the mercy of rotating the table into a more comfortable position for you, but that’s nothing in the face of what he’s putting you through.
It only takes a few days for the eggs to hatch.
You’re still half-asleep when something in your belly moves, just slightly. Your eyes snap open at the sensation, and you whimper without meaning to. Your kidnapper immediately hurries to your side.
“Did you feel something?” he asks excitedly, rubbing your rounded middle. “Is it time for you to give birth?”
You moan in terror, tears already welling up in your eyes as you shake your head back and forth. You’re not trying to lie to him - you just don’t want this to happen. Anything but this.
Your captor correctly reads your emotions. “It’s alright, sweetheart,” he coos, rubbing gentle circles into your swollen belly. Another twitch. Then another. “They’re not gonna hurt you, they’re just gonna scramble around inside of you until all of them have hatched. I’m only gonna let you give birth when they’re all ready to come out. It’s so safe and warm inside the incubator that it only makes sense for me to let them explore you, right?”
You moan again, more desperate this time. The twitching inside is constant now, though it’s invisible from outside. You can just feel the beginnings of leggy bodies finding their way around, and it’s already almost impossible for you to withstand. Your captor watches you with glee, apparently delighting in the way you try to pull free of the restrains, delighting in your muffled pleas for mercy, delighting in the way your belly slowly starts to move. More and more of the eggs are hatching now, and the collective scramble of the insects - your young, your children - is growing obvious.
“I’m gonna tilt you backwards,” your captor says as he fiddles with the table. “That way, they have to crawl out of you on their own, and you have to push. I want you to put in the work to prove that I’m not wasting my time here.” He shoots you a glance when he tilts your head back. “I can punish you with all kinds of things if you disappoint me.”
You’re already breathing quickly, your heart racing in your chest, and you shake your head frantically, unwilling to find out what might constitute a “punishment” from this man. He laughs. “That’s what I thought.” He leans in close. “So you’re just gonna have to be a good incubator for me, huh?”
He reaches for the harness keeping the plugs in, and you’re suddenly even more terrified of seeing the things crawling out of you than you are of feeling them. You shake your head one more time, screaming and moaning into the gag, but your kidnapper ignores you as he slowly, slowly slides the huge plugs out of your holes, freeing the brood inside.
Immediately, you toss your head back and push with all of your might, intent on emptying your body as fast as possible and making sure you don’t disappoint your captor. You cry out with the effort, and sob for breath at the sensation of dozens - hundreds - of chitinous bodies slipping out of you, scrambling over each other in their rush to escape. Some of them crawl across your legs and up your body, and you scream, thrashing your limbs to get them off of you. Unfortunately, you can’t move like that and push at the same time, so you have to howl in agony and terror on your next heave, more bugs squirting out of you and scuttling across your exposed skin.
Time gets blurry. Fear, pain, and the stimulation of your cunt and guts all blend together to scramble your head, and the only thing you can think about is emptying yourself as fast as possible. You don’t care about what your captor wants anymore, you just need these things out, out of you, you can’t stand the feelings, you hate it, hate it more than you’ve hated anything before. You know you’re helpless, and you know there’s no escaping this, so this is the only thing you can do to save yourself. It’s the only act of self-preservation available to you.
Your captor interrupts your desperate bid for salvation by putting a hand over your cunt, blocking the exit for so many of those creatures. “Now, now, no need to rush,” he soothes you. “You’re so pretty when you’re scared like this.” You open your eyes, and even through bleary vision you can see that your captor is jacking himself off. “Your screaming is so pretty.” He climbs onto the table, still holding your pussy closed with one hand, and kneels on your legs, masturbating the whole time. “I just can’t help myself.”
He lets go of you, and you prepare to push again - but he doesn’t let you. Instead, he forces his cock inside, mindless of the bugs he’s crushing against your walls, and immediately starts fucking you like an animal, his cock slamming against your cervix. The bugs still inside of you don’t appreciate the interruption and start moving more desperately, which makes you squirm and whine even more, even though your captor’s cock feels good. You hate that it feels good, but the stimulation of a normal cock feels like heaven when contrasted with the horror of having your body invaded.
It’s all too much for you.
You go limp, eyes rolled back into your head. Your kidnapper can only fuck weak moans out of you, and you don’t even care about the sensation of legs marching across your body. Your captor puts a hand on your middle and presses, squeezing eggs out of your ass and cervix by force, promptly fucking the bugs right back into you. “See, I knew you’d like it eventually,” he purrs. “You want to be an incubator forever, don’t you?”
You nod dumbly, and your captor laughs. You’re broken, and he knows it. “I can do whatever I want to you, hm? And you won’t try to escape.” You nod again. “I thought so. Do you want to try escaping?” To shattered to think about disobeying and incurring his wrath, you shake your head. “Good, that’s a good slut. You’re my slave now, and you love it, don’t you?”
You nod again, and he cums, grunting and growling as his seed jets directly into your womb. That at least quiets down the bugs inside, but you barely even notice. “Mm…that’s my good slut,” he says, pressing on your midsection again. Cum and bugs slide into your cunt, pouring from your cervix sluggishly. “I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”
Monster boyfriend who is obsessed with your boobs. He loves to make you jump so he can stare at them, mesmerized by the movement. Doesn't matter if you get tired, you have to keep jumping because you don't want to earn a punishment. Until you give up, so tired your legs don't support you. He picks you up and ties you up so he can play with your tits all night, torturing your nipples and marking you all over, not letting you cum until your boobs are so sensitive you scream every time he licks them.
He took you straight off the street. A slow morning and not a single other person in sight as the hand came from behind and clamped over your mouth. You gave a muffled yell into his hand in suprise and started struggling but you felt an arm snake around your waist and lift you as you kicked impotently. He had you in through the vans door, your feet and hands bound and your mouth gagged in what felt like moments. You felt the van start up and pull out, the restraints were so tight behind you that your hands and shoulders throbbed as you frlt the van finally stop moving and the engine die.
He was on you in seconds and the assualt on your tits began. He was masked so you couldnt see his expression but the single mindedness of his focus suggested what it would be. Your top was quickly ripped open and he pulled scissors and sliced the bra with a practiced ease, letting your large tits bounce free. He roughly pawed and groped, twisting and pinching, slapping over and over as you screamed into the gag.
He pulled your gag and reached over into a large black back you shared the back of the empty van with. You thought about screaming now that your mouth was free, but his hand came out of the bag quickly with the thin cane and as he started whipping your exposed tits the choice was taken out of your hands as you screamed and howled and cried. He cycled through a few more instruments but by the end you didnt have enough breath left to scream and were simply sobbing. "I thought i might try something new today". His hand dipped back into the bag and he lifted one sore tit in his hand as your breath hissed between your teeth. You felt something tighten and you looked down at horror at the shock collar locked tight around one of your boobs. "No. Nooo no noooo!" He pressed a button on the small remote in his hand and you screamed as the sharp pain of the electrical current shot through your tit from the two dull prongs pressing into the top. You sobbed as he reminded you "You dont get to say no to me..." he lifted the other well marked tit and you bit your lip to stiffle another round of begging" he let your boob drop and reached down to cut your feet restraints free as he slid off his pants. "Do you remember your safe word?" You panted and just lay there till he reached down and touched your cheek. "You have to say yes to continue..." your eyes flickered up to him and you breathlessly whisper "... yes."
He cuts your pants and underwear off in seconds and then reclines on thr floor. He gestures to his cock that has no doubt been throbbing from the second he got his hand clamped over your mouth. "Get on..." of course the bastards to sadistic to just pin your helpless form down and rape you. Hes going to make you do it yourself. You try to get your feet under you but your arms still bound behind you make it almost impossible. "Please... my hands..." he raises the remote towards you and the spike of fear that drops into your belly sends your feet scrabbling underneath you and he laughs as you topple over a few times before managing to stand. You shuffle over to his relaxed form and he presses his cock back so its pointing up as you try to lower yourself onto him, the leaking drips coating his swollen cock betraying your arousal. You manage to get the head pressed against your pussy and slowly lower down until he reaches up and grabs hold of your bruised and battered tits, squeezing and pulling. You shriek as your legs give out and you collapse down, hearing him give a satisfied grunt as his cock drives itself inside you. Your sore knees tremble under you as you eye off the remote in his hand and slowly begin to grind yourself on him as he goes back to groping and slapping. As long as he doesnt set the collars off you know youll be able to get yourself off as you ride him... but you can see in his eyes amd smirk that he knows that too...
How is this so harsh and kind of brutal but then also have a really tender moment in the middle with the safe word check in? Why am I turned on, scared, but also think it’s cute?
I’m face-down ass-up on the floor in front of him, like I have been for the last hour while he watches TV. He takes a last mouthful of his beer and casually pushes the bottle inside me, working it as far into my cunt as it will go and laughing at how stupid I look. I moan and start to rock my hips and he stops. ‘Jesus, you’re actually enjoying this? You’re so fucking pathetic.’ He pulls it out and holds my pussy open, empty, desperate. He spits in it, slaps my clit, then stands and leaves the room. I hear him getting another beer. It’s going to be a long night.
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hey. its okay <3 getting fucked violently n hatefully w something tht rlly should not be inside u but it is n its the worst thing u have ever experienced okay <3
I need someone to do degrading object insertion on me. anything that might fit is fair game. wrench handle. little plastic figurines. a bunch of dice. panties. a beer bottle. markers. tv remotes. a baseball bat. mess around and figure out just how much I can take. make fun of me for not even being worth a real dildo
you know those mechanical bull things? that are really hard to ride? that, but modified to have restraints and a dildo (or two, if two holes are there) on it. keeping a sub really well fucked on it when you aren’t around to rail them until they’re crying, coming home to the thing covered in their cum as they’re continually fucked. maybe the restraints don’t keep them perfectly on it, so that they’re bounced up and down on the cock(s).
You want to cum? You want me to let you finish? Alright puppy but your gonna have to do this all by yourself, I'll just tie your hands behind your back and help you a little bit fingering you and using a vibrator on your boy clit and as soon as your almost about to cum I'll just let you roam around the room and watch you hump your wet sensitive cunt against different objects like a cute feral bitch in heat, I wanna watch you hump the thing closest to you while I just laugh , such a naughty little bitch puppy, would do anything to finally cum
i forget how to smoke weed normally with other ppl my first instinct is always to peer pressure each other into almost greening out then fucking while we dont understand whats happening
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I was forced to wear these underwear at work today for my 10 hour shift…. They’re so small and my pussy is just complete eating them up. Everytime I bend over or lift something I feel it flossing between my lips. I’m getting so wet and embarrassed from how turned on I am. It’s so humiliating to wear these tiny panties under my carhartts while I do manual labor, every movement reminding me of what’s between my legs.
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