Fyre

When her boyfriend was away at work or out with friends, her insatiable urge to edge felt the strongest. At times, simply rubbing her cunt or grinding against the various pieces of furniture across the house didn't satisfy her. So, without his knowledge, she bought herself a fucking machine with a huge dildo attachment.

The day came where she had time alone to test it out. She eagerly set everything up, grabbing the remote to the device so that she could stop it whenever she got close to cumming. Her pussy was steadily stretched around the massive cock. Gritting her teeth at the stretch, she accidentally crushed the flimsy remote in her white knuckled grip, causing the pistons to rapidly thrust out of control.

She tried to crawl away from its ruthless pounding, but her cunt clenched too tightly around the dildo. Soon she lost the energy to fight it. Unable to move, she ended up cumming on the silicon dick over and over again, each orgasm adding to the puddle beneath her and eroding more of her sanity.

Despite her boyfriend's diligent training of her, her perfect edging record was once again broken. When he returned home he was appalled to see her fucked out on the floor, penetrated by the monster cock on the machine.

Wanting to punish her, he showed no mercy, overstimulating her already sensitive cunt relentlessly for hours, tied spread out on the bed with a vibrator strapped snuggly against her clit, and the fucking machine pounding the oversized dildo into her cunt. By the time he released her she was a drooly, brainless, sweaty mess, unable to move more than pathetic twitches. But he wasn't done with her.

For the next month he forced her to wear a remote controlled vibrator deep in her pussy to restart her edging streak. Because he didn't trust her to not touch herself and spoil her edge she was fitted with a chastity belt. Whenever he wanted to fuck her or be entertained by her masturbating for him he slathered numbing cream all over her pussy. Her tears of frustration at the lack of stimulation fueled the fire in him. She'd beg for him to abuse her, slapping her ass or tits just so she could feel something.

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It was at times like these that he loved to remind her how far she had fallen from her previous innocence. How she'd do anything for a chance to get laid. How she once hated edging and impact play but now she craved it. How she hadn't gotten mad at him when she discovered he was secretly recording their sex, instead cumming harder than she ever had from it. It led him to do it again and again, even when he first took her anal virginity. She'd always cum soom after she noticed wherever the camera was hiding, turned on by her humiliation caught on tape.

Or how she had always craved his attention, so much so that she naively did anything he asked and believed anything he told her. Like how he convinced her that wearing skimpier, see-through clothing without underwear was completely normal.

Once, when she was still resistant to her new wardrobe, she had made the mistake of trusting him to use a reasonable dosage of Marijuana in the edibles he made for them. She ended up stoned out of her mind on the couch, falling asleep then waking up still high and weak. He had dressed her in tight revealing clothes, which she tried to protest, but her body was too inebriated to put up a good fight. He ended up parading her through the streets, grinning at every catcall she received from strangers.

If she vetoed his fashion choices for her he'd degrade her, insulting her intelligence, claiming she was too stupid to make decisions for herself. She began believing him, even when he'd force her to wear skin-tight latex suits that she could barely move in and dug uncomfortably between her pussy lips. The praise and reassurance she got from his friends as they hungrily looked at her slutty outfits made her forget her boyfriend's cruel words.

Once she was fully indoctrinated into her slutty lifestyle he enjoyed taking her out on the town. He'd sit on park benches and place her on his lap, her back to his chest. Tugging her clothes out of the way, he'd coax men strolling in thr park to come grope and finger her. She squirmed and moaned, blushing as she noticed disgusted passerby glaring at her lewd display. Her boyfriend always fed into her need to please, praising her for being so hospitable to the men.

Her obedience was noticed by all who saw the couple. Amazed at how a sexy girl like her was so clearly submissive for her boyfriend, a young virgin boy that took the same bus as them once asked him how he trained her so well. He explained his method of mixing praises and degradation, gaslighting and reassurance, then offered to show the boy his technique in real time. Right there in the bus he bent he over the seat and rammed his cock into her. He called her a useless whore as he bullied her cervix, all while the virgin boy watched, stroking his cock. Both men sprayed their loads, her boyfriend's in her pussy and the boy's on her face.

On the subway one day they got onto a semi crowded train. She was wearing the tiny corset and mini skirt he had picked out for her, clinging to him as the car sped forth. She noticed a girl in a similar outfit staring at her from a nearby seat.

Excited to finally see another 'normally' dressed girl, she decided to flaunt her body to one-up her. The girl's eyes widened as the edge slut untied her top, allowing her already bugling breasts to spill out, and flipped up her skirt, flashing her bare pussy. Of course it didn't go unnoticed, both by some of the commuters and her boyfriend.

Immediately he grabbed her by the throat from behind, growling in her ear his disappoint in her actions. To punish her for being so attention hungry he decided to humilate her in front of the audience.

The skimpily dressed girl sitting watched in horror as the slut is speared on his cock, his fingers still choking her neck. She's even more mortified when her cunt gets wet as she hears him call her a braindead slut.

Against her better judgment, she stands and approaches the couple, timidly asking if she could join in as well. The boyfriend happily accepts and ends up defiling both girls on the train with degraging names, brusies, and cum for all to see.

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It was challenging but she made it through the month in the chastity belt without cumming. To celebrate her release from chastity he threw a party. Even though it was meant for her, she ended up being responsible for 'welcoming' guests at the door.

Your heart races as three hulking masses grow in size as they loom closer to you. Unable to escape, you shiver as the creatures step into the moonlight, showing off their sharpened canines and fur lined bodies. Werewolves.

They sniff and study you as you cower, frozen in fear. You flinch as their claws trace your cum-stained legs up to your pussy. Their snouts prod at your hole, inhaling deeply, until they are startled away by your chained hands swatting at them.

Looking at one another they seem to reach an unspoken agreement. The one grabs the chain connected to your handcuffs and snaps it with little effort. Another aburptly grabs the spreader bar by your ankles with one beastly fist and hoists you upside-down over its shoulder.

They head back to their den, ignoring your wails and limp punches to the monster's back. You shut up quickly once inside the cavern they call home as you pass more werewolves than you can count.

Deep within their den they finally stop in front of a slab of rock which they unceremoniously fling you onto. As you reorient yourself one of the werewolves has already snapped the spreader bar, letting your legs free. They feel like jelly after being forced open wide for so long, but that doesn't stop you from kicking the beast right in the face.

A guttural growl rumbles from its chest. With its giant claws it catches your next kick, gripping onto your ankle so tightly that its nails draw blood. Your screams echo as it snatches your other leg. Pulling apart your legs, you look in terror as its crazed eyes bore into yours.

Expecting to be ripped apart, you squeeze your eyes shut in dreadful anticipation, only to be met with the sensation of a thick, slobbering tongue prodding at your cunt. Gasping, you see the creature's impossibly long tongue greedily lap up the remanants of seed in your hole left there by the townsmen.

Covering your mouth, you try to hide your moans as it licks every inch of your pussy clean. Once the werewolf stops tasting cum, and instead only your arousal, it stops and drags your ass to the edge of the rock slab.

Drunk with pleasure, you tilt your head up to look at what it plans to do next. Your blood runs cold as you see the girthy, angry-red cock head it aligns to your entrance. With your ankles still in its grasp you desperately try to squirm away.

It pulls you back like you're a doll, then promptly spears you on its member. Stars dot your vision as you're filled more than you've ever been. Both the walls of your pussy and its cock pulse and throb. It groans as it retreats, leaving just the tip of itself inside,  before ramming back in, deeper this time.

The stretch is painful, yet the delightful friction of it scraping your cunt is indescribable. The werewolf lets out animalistic grunts as it punches the air out of your lungs with each thrust.

You're going delirious, experiencing pain and pleasure like never before. As its pace quickens you rise closer and closer to what will surely be the most intense orgasm of your life. Just as you are about to climax, it pulls almost all the way out of you and stops for a moment. Before you can complain it stabs its cock all the way to your cervix in one fell swoop, and keeps pushing a bit more until your pussy lips expand to suck up its bulbous knot.

Feeling the fullness of that knot hurdles you over the edge. You violently spasm as copious amounts of werewolf seed floods your tiny womb. Its fur gets soaked as you uncontrollably squirt while trapped on its cock.

Both you and the creature collapse, the hairy beast almost crushing you under its weight. It pants hot breath beside your ear.

Finally it stands, walking with you still stuck on its pulsing knot. Looking down you see your stomach has descended from the obscene amount of cum in your womb. It's so bloated you look pregnant already.

You hesitate, but the pull’s too strong — my voice, their stares, the promise of what's waiting for you. You ease yourself down, and the dildo slides in slow, stretching you open with a dull, insistent pressure. A ragged little sound slips out of you, and someone across the table snickers. I work quickly, looping rope around your wrists and ankles, tethering you to the chair’s frame. Your arms flex, testing the give, but there’s none. Your legs are splayed, locked wide, and that dildo’s buried deep now, pinning you in place.

"Can’t have you pawing at yourself," I say, loud enough for everyone to hear. “That'd ruin the fun.”

I step back, letting them see you. All of you. Your thighs twitch, muscles jumping under your skin as you adjust to the fullness. I dip my fingers between your legs, brushing the edge of where the dildo’s sunk into you, and pull them back glistening. "Look at that," I say, holding up the evidence. "Soaked already!"

They lean in, eyes glinting, and the questions start flying at you. "Does it feel good?" one asks, teasing. "You like being stuck like that?" Another chimes in, as if he's just discussing the weather.

You try to answer, but your words come out fragmented, sliced up by the shudders rolling through you. "It’s... mmphhh... it’s a lot," you manage, and then your breath gets caught as the first orgasm slams into you, yet another uninvited guest. Your head tips back, lips parting, and a moan spills out, raw and loud. The table erupts with laughter, a few claps, someone muttering, "Wow, that fast?"

I don’t let you settle. I circle behind you, resting my hands on your shoulders, and nod at the man closest. "Go ahead. Touch her." He doesn’t need telling twice. His fingers graze your chest, finding a nipple and tugging hard. You yelp, a high, desperate sound, and your body jerks against the ropes. Another hand joins in — someone’s pressing two fingers into your mouth, sliding them along your tongue. You choke a little, drool pooling at the corners, and they laugh at you, delighted.

"She’s a mess," they say, impressed. "You trained her well."

"She’s a good fuck doll," I agree, casual as anything. "Watch this." I remove their fingers, grip your jaw, tilting your head back, and shove my cock into your mouth. You whimper; eyes glassy. "See? She’ll take whatever you give her."

You’re fighting the restraints now, hips shifting, chasing friction that isn’t there. The initial entrance pushed you to orgasm, but now that you’ve settled in, it’s not enough. The dildo is filling you up but not moving, not giving you what you need. It’s maddening, and I can tell. I see your breath turn shallow, the way your fingers curl into fists. I love it. They love it. The whole room is feeding off your desperation.

Another hand snakes out, latching onto one of your nipples, pinching it tight and rolling it slow between their fingertips. Your moan comes out choked, garbled around my thick cock shoved deep in your mouth. "She’s loud," one says, grinning at me. "Is that the only way you can shut her up?"

"Pretty much," I say back, voice flat and smug. "Only keeps quiet when I’ve got her throat stuffed" That earns a burst of rowdy yells, glasses clinking in approval. "Don’t be shy now, I’m the only one that can fuck her, but you all can touch!"

And just like that, they swarm you. Hands everywhere, a frenzy of grabbing, stroking, yanking at your skin. Fingers are digging into your thighs, palms smacking your chest, someone raking nails down your side. It’s a flood of sensation, too much to track, hitting you like a shockwave that leaves you squirming, ropes creaking as you strain against them.

Apparently everyone would if given the chance, as you found out when you awoke naked and chained to a pole on the outskirts of town. You were cuffed with your arms hugging the cold steel pole, and your legs were held apart by the metallic spreader bar locked around your ankles. Desperately you called for help, tugging uselessly against the metal bindings.

Defeated, you sighed and rested your cheek on the pole. Exhaustion from your phailing set in and you sleepily leaned against the pole for what felt like hours. The crunch of leaves behind you jolted you out of your haze.

Any semblance of hope for rescue evaporated as you turn to see the old man who advocated for the forced breeding of all the town's 'holes'. He already had his cock in his wrinkly hand as he licked his lips, approaching your exposed sex.

"Please, don't do this. You know this isn't right! Ah!"

The ramming of his hard cock into your unprepared cunt interrupted your plea. His worn fingers gripped your youthful pillowly hips as he thrust into you like a madman.

It's fast.

It's brutal.

It burns.

But it stirs something pleasurable deep in your gut.

Your whimpers turn to moans as he picked up the pace. Just before he released inside you he leaned over you and yanked your hair back so that your ear met his lips.

"Take my seed you filthy bitch!"

His hips meet yours in a powerful push, leaving you fully impaled on his cock, helpless as you felt it throb while it painted your womb white with his warm cum.

When he slid out of your used cunt and let go of your hair, you slumped to the dirty ground, embarrassed and violated. Only then did you realize that more men from town arrived to test out the breeding whore. Your wanton cries must've attracted them.

They drag you to your feet and toy with your sore pussy as cum oozes out of it. Despite your cries for freedom they rape you too, using the old man's spend as lube. When your rambling gets too irritating for them they stuff cocks in your mouth too. They find it funny how you whine with your mouth full when another man suckles your tits.

Every man in town unloads their balls in your poor cunt. Your legs are coated in dried cum; your body riddled with red welts from their slapping.

You hear talk of needing to plug your pussy at the end of the night, though they seem to forget. Instead you are left chained to the pole, abandoned and thoroughly used.