your hand is huge in my pussy and i start to scream and cry, begging you to stop, it hurts so bad. but you only mutter “almost there” and pin me down with your other hand on my hip, now pushing harder since im now awake anyway. you shuffle closer, knees pushing my legs back, so you can have more room and leverage and i begin to sob. you just keep pushing.

this doesnt actually give you pleasure. its just your hand, not your cock. but the pleasure is my pain, my cries, the way i desperately try to squirm away from you with to no avail. “relax, baby,” you murmur, releasing pressure, before you shove your hand in with full force.

i scream as your hand finally pops in. on the outside, i was dry, but on the inside your hand finds all the slick wetness that built up since i woke up. you let out a satisfied sigh but i wail, feeling my pussy lips burn like fire at the stretch. your wrist is still incredibly thick, my pussy gripping it tight, and i sob as you turn your hand one way and the other. “like a glove,” you say with satisfaction. but then you notice the bit of blood - youve destroyed my virgin hymen, and its only so much hotter.

“please,” i beg. but instead of relief, i feel your fingers spread as much as possible to stretch out my cunt. my legs are shaking. but you only laugh and your fingers find my cervix, making me jump, before you push upwards on my walls. i let out a more distressed cry at the pressure on my bladder. “no!”

“okay, lil thing.” finally, your hand begins to retract. now that your knuckles have to tug out like a knot, the pain intensifies. but its something i brace for now, sweating and hopeful that youre actually done. the biggest part of your hand exits and the pressure begins to dissipate—

when its just your fingers, and your hand is soaked with my wetness, you suddenly begin to push back in.

“no!” i scream. but you only grab both of my legs and push them back to my chest, barring them there with your forearm, and i cry out at the new stretch in my legs before youre shoving your hand back inside my pussy.

“i’m not done until your cunt is the shape of my hand, you little whore,” you growl at me.

Then after a few days they get bored of me and set me free. When the drugs finally let off I can't even pretend it was a dream because of how sore and used my body feels.

thinking about being given a snack and not being told its an edible, not realising until it starts to hit and it hits me HARD, making me an easy toy..

playing drinking games at a party but everyone else there has rigged it to get me fucked up so they can all take advantage of me..

being sat in someones lap and having the bong pushed up to my lips and forced to inhale over and over again..

being touched and groped all over while they shotgun hits into my mouth..

having my chin grabbed and told to open my mouth and then having alcohol poured down it..

when we meet up he can’t keep his hands off me. he cups my tits and squeezes my ass and tells me i’m such a pretty boy, just to gain my trust.

Your first steps into bdsm go horribly wrong (or right), forced orgasms, ignored safeword, overstimulation

*I know the safeword is weird my cumdrunk brain couldnt think of anything else

"Hey," you begin, your voice barely above a whisper, "there's something I've been wanting to try with you."

He props himself up on one elbow, eyes searching yours. "Oh yeah? What's that?"

You take a deep breath, your cheeks flushing with warmth. "I want you to tie me up."

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but your expression remains open and curious, you’d never tried anything like this before. But, when you were watching dirty movies alone in bed you couldn’t help but to imagine yourself in the submissive position.

“I think I'd really like it. But only if you're into it too."

He smiles, thumb brushing against your cheek. "I'm definitely into making you happy. When do you want to try?”

You pull out a set of bed restraints, a gag and blindfold. “We do have all day.”

He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Sounds like a plan. Now, let's talk about a safe word. A word that will immediately stop everything if you need it to."

You think for a moment. "How about ‘rawr’? It's always been our word but I don’t think I'd just say it during sex.”

He chuckles. “Rawr it is. Just so you know, you can use it for anything. If you're uncomfortable, if you need a break, if you just want to stop. No questions asked, okay?"

You hand him the restraints, heart pounding with excitement as you lie back against the pillows. 

"You can change your mind at any time," he reminds you, voice gentle but firm. "Just say the word, and we'll stop."

You shake your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "I'm ready. I trust you. Just maybe stop when I cum, so we can check in?”

For the first time he looks unconfident, “I can never tell when you cum, you move around so much when we have sex.” He laughs. 

“I’ll just use the safeword then.” You smile, he had always been horrible at working out when you were actually cumming, sometimes overstimulating you accidentally, sometimes ruining your orgasm unaware. But he always stopped when you asked. 

With that, he begins to strap you in, he starts to strap your legs down flush with the bed, before removing the restraints and re tying them, placing your knees near your shoulders. 

“I want full access to this.” He says confidently as he runs his thumb over your clit. You buck wildly against the restraints and he laughs. 

“Wait here.” 

And he’s gone, the air blowing past your pussy making you grow wetter and wetter. You pull against the wrist restraints, arms stretched wide, there’s no way you’ll be able to press your button from this position. Just as the first drip of pussy juice leaks out of you he returns with rope. 

“I don’t want you to break the restraints.” he begins tying you down to the bed, threading more rope over the restraints. If you couldn’t move before you definitely couldn’t move now. The exposure sends a throbbing pulse down to the very tip of your clit and a tiny moan squeaks past your lips.

"You're doing amazing," he murmurs, eyes focused on his task. "How does that feel?"

"It feels... good. A little tight, but not too much."

“Are you ready for the gag?” It dangles from his hand, you’d picked a soft bite gag for your first time, you didn’t want to be focused on the hard plastic. As he clips it around you it slips far further into your mouth than you thought it would, almost completely restricting your tongue's movements. You start to panic, worrying it’ll muffle the safe word.

“Rawr” you say around the gag, all that really comes out is

“Rrrr” but he gets the picture and takes it off. 

“Ok?” He asks, looking concerned. 

“Yeah I’m ok, just wanted to check.”

He secures the gag and all that’s left is the blindfold. He places a kiss on your forehead and then you can’t see anything.

His fingers trail down your sternum, slow and deliberate, tracing the swell of your breasts, his thumb circling your nipple until it pebbles under his attention. “Fuck, you’re perfect like this,” he murmurs, voice rough with restraint. “Bound and helpless, just waiting for me to decide what to do with you.” 

A whimper escapes you when his hand abandons your chest, sliding lower, over the dip of your waist, the curve of your hip. Your thighs tremble as his fingertips graze the inside of your knee, then higher, teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You can feel the heat of his breath against your collarbone as he leans in, his lips brushing your ear. “You’re already so wet, baby, do you want more?” His words send a fresh wave of arousal through you, nodding furiously as you try to moan “more,” around the gag, but it comes out as just

“Rrrrr.” 

He lifts the gag slightly, “did you say rawr babe?”

“More, more, more , more.” You chant breathlessly at him. He chuckles.

The first touch of his fingers against your pussy is electric. Gasping around the gag, your body jerks against the restraints as he traces your folds with agonizing slowness, spreading the slick evidence up and down your exposed pussy. Before long you can feel every inch of your pussy wet and aching. 

“So responsive,” he praises, his voice dark with satisfaction. “It’s a good thing we added those extra ropes. I’m going to take my time with you.” He was right, although you had tried with all your might to lift your pussy to his touch you could barely move a muscle. His fingertip found your clit, swirling in lazy circles that made your breath hitch. Every nerve ending was alight, the ropes and blindfold heightening every sensation until you were nothing but a trembling, needy mess beneath his hands.

He slips a finger inside you without warning, and you cry out, the sound muffled as your inner walls clench around him. “RRRRR,” you groan around the gag, more, more, you want more, more touches, more fingers. 

He pauses pulling back the gag, “Did you say rawr baby?”

“More, more, MORE.” He chuckles, placing the gag back in your mouth, muffling your begging. He adds a second finger, stretching you just enough to make you buck. “You’re going to come for me like this, aren’t you? Bound and blindfolded, my fingers buried inside you.” His thumb pressing down on your clit as he curled his fingers, finding that spot that makes your toes curl. 

And then he starts edging you. You’ve always preferred edging, the quick fast orgasm just never hits the same. But every time he pulls his fingers away from you, you regret every positive thing you’ve ever said about edging. The restraints take away any motion you might have had, forcing you to just lay there, moaning and shrieking around the gag as your pussy leaks straight onto the bed. 

“RRRRRRRR,” you choke around the gag as your head thrashes side to side. He removes his fingers from you. Taking the gag out. 

“Rawr?” he questions.

“Don’t stop, more, please more.” You beg, and he laughs, replacing the gag 

“I'm gonna get some toys baby, is that ok?”

“Mmmphshhhh” you mumble around the gag. Causing him to remove it again. 

“Please do whatever, I want to cum so bad,” you beg. Not a thought in your pretty little head except cumming. 

You hear him rustling in the bedside, your vibrators home base. A smooth cold bud is suddenly placed against your clit, moving it side to side and around like you were being inspected at the doctor. 

You heard it before you felt it. The soft hum of the vibrator filling the room, a low, insistent buzz that sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

"You're going to love this," he murmurs, voice a low, husky growl.

You moan behind the gag, hips bucking slightly, begging for his touch. The vibrator finally presses against your clit, the sensation overwhelming in the best way possible. You gasp, your body straining against the restraints as pleasure shoots through you.

He keeps the vibrator in place, his other hand roams your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, sending waves of pleasure and pain that heighten your arousal. 

“RRRRRR.” You beg around the gag.

“I know baby, you want more.” He murmurs, and finally, he doesn't stop. 

You let a slow guttural moan move around and gag and he keeps going. The vibrator moves in slow, maddening circles against your clit. "So wet and ready for me."

You moan, your hips desperately try to reach the vibrator, your body begging for release. He chuckles, the vibrator moving faster, the pressure increasing, sending you spiraling towards an orgasm.

Just as you're about to go over the edge, he pulls away, leaving you panting and desperate. You cry out in frustration behind the gag, your body trembling with need. The vibrator presses against your clit again, starting the slow, torturous process all over.

He brings you to the edge again and again, until you're a writhing, moaning mess, your body trembling with need.

“Plmph,” you moan behind the gag, your voice muffled but your plea clear. “RRRRR.”

The vibrator finally presses firm against your clit, the pressure increasing, sending you spiraling over the edge. You cry out behind the gag, body convulsing as you see stars and waves of pleasure crash over you. The vibrator doesn’t slow, stroking you through your orgasm, drawing out every last shudder and gasp. The convulsions feel as though they may rip you apart as you strain against the restraints. 

“Rrrrr,” you try to mumble the safe word, still coming down from your orgasm. 

“I know baby,” he soothes you, “I know you want more.”

The panic sets in, he doesn’t know you’ve cum. The last of the aftershocks wear off and the vibrations are suddenly maddening, too sharp, too intense, you try to pull your clit away as you choke around the gag.

“RRRRRRRR.”

He places his hand on your pubic bone. Stilling you so he can continue the assault against your clit. You start screaming into the gag, too much. Far too much. But he mistakes your cries for pleasure. Turning the vibrator up on your already swollen clit. 

A finger is slipped inside you, almost enough to distract from the onslaught your clit is going through.

“Listen to how wet you are.” He begins to thrust in and out of your pussy, the sound of his fingers, of you, loud and obscene assaulting your ears. The pain starts to subside and you feel yourself climbing higher and higher again. 

He adds another finger and your shrieks become moans, trying to buck into his hand. He chuckles and turns the vibrator up on your clit again. 

You're going to cum, it's right there, you can feel it. You move more wildly than before, chasing the second orgasm down.

“RRRRRR.” You all but scream into the gag and he stops. Pulling the gag from your drool covered mouth.

“You ok baby?”

“MORE MORE MORE.” You're so close, you can feel it right there. 

He laughs and replaces the gag, tightening it. The little movement you had in your mouth is gone now. Your tongue is completely restricted, drool dripping down your face pooling on the table, but you don't care. Your orgasm is so close you can almost see it, taking over all of your thoughts. Cum, cum, cum, chanting inside your head. 

“Don’t want you to confuse me now.” You feel his weight shift on the bed and the vibrator starts again. “Now where were we?”

It's cold against your clit but you don’t care, you're still at the edge, still moments away from the best orgasm of your life. You begin to squirm but the restraints hold true. Stopping you from going anywhere. 

Before you could even gasp, a second vibrator buzzes to life. He doesn’t tease. He doesn’t warn. Just presses it flat against your clit alongside the first one. This one is more precise, the tip a needle point, focusing all the vibrations to exactly where he places it. It’s already slick with your arousal, double the vibrations, double the pressure, and your back arches so hard the bed groans beneath you.

"FMMMPHH.” Your voice strains, your vision whiting out for a second as the dual sensations pound through you. The first vibrator a deep, throbbing pulse, the second a sharp, insistent bite, and together they have turned your swollen clit into a live wire, sparking and burning. Your thighs tremble, you twist your bound wrists against the restraints, but his hand is an iron weight on your stomach, pinning you in place.

"Look at you," he growls, his voice rough with arousal as he watches your body convulse. "You’re soaking the bed. Such a greedy little slut for it, aren’t you?" The words should’ve made you blush, but instead, they send another jolt of heat straight to your core. Your pussy clenching around nothing, aching, your clit swollen and throbbing under the relentless assault.

Your nails dig into your palms. The vibrations are too much and not enough, a paradox that has you writhing, breath coming in ragged, broken sobs.

The speed increases, the sound of both toys a frenzied, electric whir. Your vision blurs, your body locking up as the pleasure borders on pain, your clit oversensitive, raw.

“RRRRR,” The safe word rips from your throat, your body shaking violently, not from orgasm but from sheer, overwhelming sensation.

“Yes baby, you can have more.” You didn't think the vibrators could go any higher, but they did, as they pull your second orgasm from you. your hips push against his hands as you see stars. You can feel your pussy spasming around thin air and just like the first he didn't stop. 

“You should see your clit baby,” he groaned. “Its so swollen, it must feel so good,” 

As the effects of the orgasm wear off it’s utterly too much again, too intense, and yet he refuses to let you escape it. Your hips jerk violently against the restraints as a broken sob tears from your throat. Your voice raw from screaming, from begging, from the sheer overwhelming, too much, of it all. The vibrators on you pulse and his free hand presses further into your pubic bone, and he pins you in place as you thrash. Your skin is slick with sweat, breath coming in ragged gasps. Every nerve ending in your body feels like it's on fire, the pleasure so sharp it has become pain. You can feel your pulse between your legs, clit throbbing in time with your heartbeat, as you beg for mercy.

“RrrrrrRRRRRr”

The vibrator against your clit shifts slightly, the angle changing just enough to send a fresh jolt of electricity through your body. Your vision whites out for a second, your toes curling as another wave of pleasure rips through you. 

You shake your head back and forth frantically, too much, it is far too much. 

“That’s it,” he praises you, his voice a dark purr. “Let go. Here I think this might help you.” The vibrators disappear, a moment of sweet relief. You can feel your clit throbbing, the puddle that has leaked from you starting to creep its way under you and up your back. 

“RRRRR,” you try to shout rawr at him again before he can start again. 

“I know baby, I know, trust me this will make you cum i promise.” you hear his voice from the other side of the room. The bathroom maybe? Before you can come to a conclusion he's back on the bed, his weight jostling you ever so slightly. You try again desperately to get him to stop. 

“BABE STOP RAWR,” you shout. Surely he will understand that, you think to yourself. But all he hears is

“BMPH SSSS, RRRRR,”

“My filthy little girl,” he says to you. “baby this will make you feel soooo good, just lay back and let me do the work.”

He lays across your stomach, his back to you, holding you down completely. Before you can think of what to do his fingers find either side of your oversensitive clit. He pulls the hood back, exposing it to the cool air in the room as you buck. 

“There we are,” he murmurs, “now I can get all close and personal”

The tip of something touches your clit. Not one tip, but a hundred tiny tips. He turns it on and in a split second you realise he's grabbed the electric toothbrush and is pressing it directly onto your exposed clit. As it touches the most sensitive part of you, you scream. His body weight prevents you from going anywhere, from feeling anything, except that sharp pulse rippling through your clit. 

“RRRRRR.” You try at the safe word again. 

“More baby? Ok if you don’t think it's too much.” He presses the brush further into you and you white out again for a moment. Your third orgasm tears through you, weaker and faster than the first two. You didn't even feel the lead up, it was almost as if you were orgasming from the pain alone. You can feel your clit twitching, pulsing away from the brush. 

“Where do you think you're going,” he growls, he pinches your pulsing clit between his fingers. As he places the toothbrush to your captured bud you don't even have the strength to fight against the restraints. You just lay there your screams muffled as the world narrows to the relentless buzz between your legs, the weight of his body pinning you down.

You whimper, mind too fractured to form words. The brush hits that perfect spot again, and your back tries to bow off the bed, a wail tears from your throat.

“That’s it,” he praised, the sensation overwhelming, driving you to the brink of insanity and back again. 

You cry out behind the gag, body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over you. You strain against the restraints hard enough that he slips along your sweat covered body, pressing directly into your bladder. The toothbrush slips further onto your clit as your bud is engulfed in the bristles. The vibrations are everywhere, hugging either side, slipping under your hood to parts not yet exposed. The orgasm is explosive, a flood of sensation that threatens to drown you. You can't move at all, he keeps you pinned with no possibility to escape. You feel yourself begin to squirt. Liquid gushing from your overstimulated pussy. You swear you can hear it hit the wall on the other side. 

“That's it baby, squirt for me,” he moves the brush up and down your pussy as fast as he can as you soak through the sheets. Your screams drown in the gag as you feel your eyes drift into the back of your head under the blindfold. 

your body locks up, every muscle tensing as the sensations collide, The toothbrush doesn't stop, it keeps pulsing, dragging the climax out until it’s not just one wave but a storm, each wave more intense than the last. Your skin burns, nerves alight with overstimulation, yet you can’t do anything but take it as another shuddering release is wrenched from you, your inner walls clenching around nothing.

You can hear the slick, obscene sounds of your own arousal, the way your body releases all over the sheets.

“You can give me one more,” he murmurs, his voice rough with command. “You’re taking it so well, baby. Just feel it.” His lips brush the shell of your ear, his breath hot. “Let go.”

And as you do, he finally removes the gag.

Another shuddering climax ripples through you, this one deeper, more brutal, your vision blacks out behind the blindfold as your body surrenders completely. Your thighs slick with release, the sheets beneath you completely ruined.

His hands are on you instantly, gentle, stroking your hair back from your damp forehead as you tremble in the aftermath. 

“There you are,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Look at you. So perfect.” His fingers trace the ties at your wrists, loosening them enough to let the blood flow back. The blindfold comes off next, the dim light of the room too bright after the darkness. His lips are parted as he watches you, like he’d never seen anything more beautiful than you coming undone.

You felt boneless, wrung out, your body still throbbing with phantom pulses of pleasure. 

“That was the hottest thing I've ever seen,” he says to you as he lets you free, gathering you into his arms. As you begin to fall asleep you wonder whether or not you should tell him about the safeword. 

But that's a tomorrow issue. 

once i'm ready, i start pulling my knot out again and you start to whine, but your legs keep sliding farther and farther apart for me and your pussy is pulsing pathetically around my cock. i keep pulling and pulling until i'm at the widest part again and your toes curl at the feeling as i tease you there again, holding your pussy as open as possible for me. you moan something incoherent that sounds like it could be, "please," but you're way past talking at this point. slowly, i pull the knot out of you, and despite the considerable girth of my cock, you find yourself almost feeling empty, like you're missing something. i watch your pussy twitch against my cock, squeezing itself again and again in a desperate attempt to feel the stretch again. i knead your ass cheeks in my hands and fuck you shallowly for a few more seconds, allowing your cock-drunk mind to start catching up with your pussy.

but one single pump isn't enough. i can't hold back any more. i grab ahold of your hips again for stability and start pounding my knot into your pussy mercilessly, making you squeal and clench even tighter around me in surprise. with each pump, there's a slight stutter, a moment of give as your pussy stretches out to its widest point. but i keep punching that fat knot into you, over and over and over again until your pussy is no longer too tight for a smooth ride. you haven't stopped moaning or blubbering, eyes rolled back and tongue hanging out like the braindead whore you are.

it's already stretching you so painfully wide, pressed against the back of your cunt. but then the stool's kicked away and you fall back on the toy, and it hurts, so fucking badly. all you can do is fight to keep your balance, toes just barely brushing the floor and breathing through the pain. imagine just hanging there, quivering and panting and growing more and more tired as you're practically split open on such a massive toy.