nika

bonus points if they leash me and pull on it to make me look at them while i do it

Train them not to fight or cry when you pull them into a side alley behind some buildings and stretch them out then and there. Pinning them to the wall face first as you rape load after load into them. Make them understand that their purpose is to be used by you and men like you.

Teach them that fighting back only leads to more pain so it's better not to fight. Show them just how much stronger than them you are, how easy it would be for you to break them permanently.

Teach them that their only job is to beg for your cum, that that's the reason they have the holes that they do, that they exist to be filled and bred at every opportunity.

Teach them that it's okay to enjoy it. That it's okay for them to push themselves against you as you rape your way inside them hoping to cum on their rapists cock.

Teach then that their pleasure doesn't matter. That whether they cum or not their job is to be filled up with cum until its streamimg out between their legs.

Then, when I can't take it anymore and try to ignore your messages, post the pics. Maybe you post it poorly censored on Tumblr and DM the full thing to anyone who asks, maybe you spread them on X, or maybe you post them directly onto porn sites. Either way, you make sure as much of the Internet as possible sees my needy pussy.

When I realize what's happening, I'll go crawling back into your DMs, begging for you to take them all down. Though, even if you complied, there's no way to take the reblogs down. I plead, crying about how dysphoric it's making me, reading all the comments seeing my body as a woman's.

Maybe you'll act sympathetic, but say that you were hurt by me ignoring you. You request to see more of me, and then you'll take everything down. I comply, sending you more and more explicit photos and videos. You take the post down, even though the reblogs will live on. I feel safe, and I try to distance myself from you once again. This causes you to post the even more explicit photos and videos.

It's a cycle I can't escape, and you keep requesting more explicit content. I'm just so easy to blackmail, and I keep giving into your demands. Eventually, you make me send videos of me meeting up with random men and letting them breed me... And of course you'll eventually post those too.

looking at womens' clits in porn made me horribly dysphoric until not too long ago. especially when they're tiny, or when they lay almost completely flat against their vulva. but now? I get so flushed and wet thinking about the world of difference between the clitoris that hides in-between my legs and the undeniable bulge of a "real" man's penis. It's more akin to a bead, or a pea, or a small pearl, really. stays nestled in-between my labia to stay sensitive and soft.

a man's penis hangs at the ready just above the legs, so it can become erect for the purpose of penetrating a vagina and shooting sperm over its cervix. and my clitoris can't do any of that, can it? it'd be useless if that was its purpose.

coming back every day to pray and apologize to god and crying when you feel like this feeling will never go away. your priest telling you he has another way of fixing you and he takes you to his office and orders you underneath his desk.

it all seems wrong, but you’d do anything to get rid of this feeling. he zips down his pants and lets his cock fall out, telling you to lick it. you hesitantly do and continue as he tells you the importance of being a woman and why god made you one in the first place.

he orders you to feel your tits while you lap at his dick, clearly getting off to the sight as he grows harder in front of you. before you have the chance to ask anything, he shoves his length down your throat and you have no choice but to make room in your throat for him. he grinds his shoe against your boypussy and watches you panic at the feeling.

“did i not tell you to grope your tits? you wanna be saved, don’t you?” and you listen. tears are flowing out of your eyes, but the image of you being excommunicated flashes inside of your head on repeat, causing your hands to reach up and fondle them as he continues rubbing your pussy.

before you know it, hot ropes of cum are being forced down your throat, and you can barely hear a whispered threat of what will happen to you if you don’t swallow it down. his dick is wiped across your tongue and then your tear-stained face before he puts it away and fixes his clothing.

“you still feeling like a boy? real men don’t do what you just did.”

“no, im not..” you choke out a lie.

“great,” he helps you from underneath his desk and wipes a bit of cum from the corner of your mouth, feeding it to you as you mindlessly part your lips. “come back tomorrow and we’ll continue to make sure it sticks.”

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God THIS, this this this