Just horny af

there's something about overstimulating my pretty boy, milking him out, one orgasm after another as he gets dumber and dumber.

whimpering and begging mommy to stop, saying he's soo sensitive. yet sitting there with his legs spread and hands tied for mommy to milk her good boy. "yeah that's it sweet boy, just another one for mommy." making him dumber amd dumber, not even being able to speak just whimpering and moaning, curling his toes to tell mommy that he's soo close.

"yeaah that's good baby, you're such a good boy for mommy"

SPOILER season2 :

Kind of RedemptionAU where Vox was stopped in his madness before his mental breakdown, so he sort of started over with everyone ? He keeps his high ego and his numerous flaws ofc, he's still a villain but not a VILLAIN

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Girls, though? What happens to girls is so much better.

Ovulation makes girls needy, true; there are plenty of babies born of "bad decisions" made while ovulating. But a girl doesn't need to be ovulating to get put into that state. It's so common for a girl to be utterly terrified of pregnancy when she's being "sensible", but turn into a desperate breeding bitch as soon as she starts getting wet.

That's what I'd exploit, if I took you.

I'd keep you on edge, constantly turned on but never able to come, for days and days and days before I even fucked you. Maybe with a vibrator I controlled, tucked inside a chastity belt.

And then, when I knew you were ovulating, I'd finally rape you. I'd remind you over and over again what was going to happen when I came in you, just to feel you involuntarily squeezing my bare cock in response.

I'd let you come just the once, with a fresh load of my cum in your fertile pussy - and then I'd lock you up again, and put you back on the edge. For months.

I'd keep you in that state - of desperately needing to be the knocked-up whore I'd made of you - until you were well and truly transformed, more belly than girl.

And then I'd stop. I'd stop giving you any pleasure at all, and let you become your old self again. Just so that I could watch you truly realize for the first time what I'd done to you, and what you'd become for me.

And I'd take the chastity belt off - so that you could forget. So that you could edge yourself until you wanted it again.

So that you could transform yourself from a sad little rape victim into an eager little babymaker.

It's okay though! You'll only press the button when I cum! So as long as I don't want to be impregnated, it should be fine, right? I wouldn't cum from something I didn't like, would I? Even with a vibrator pressed to my twitchy sensitive little clit. So it'll be fine if you just leave me there for an hour...

Wouldn't that be a fun experience? My pussy gushing and drooling over the thick dildo, trying so hard not to cum. As long I don't cum, it's fine. Just don't cum. You'd get to see my cute little focused expression and distressed moans as the vibrator makes my cunt clench, fluttering around the girth. My cervix suckling on the end of the dildo, perfectly ready to receive a flood of unknown sperm.

Well, of course I wouldn't be able to help it. The terror and arousal I'd feel when I cum, whole body spasming and hungry pussy squirting around the phallus filling me. I close my eyes in fear of the hot cum seconds from breeding me, surging into my fertile womb... But it doesn't come.

Phew... Luck was on my side this time.

The vibrator buzzes relentlessly and my pussy throbs. How much longer left?

He begins to panic as you thrust in and out violently. He feels his contractions increase in frequency and intensity within minutes and the pressure is past his limit. It's the first time you ever hear him scream.

You knew from studying his behavior for the past ten months that this baby would be big enough to break him in. As you paraded him out in public and yanked his chain, he'd lash out in front of others and mistake your nonchalant attitude for weakness. But you were more focused on the onlookers who could see the heaviness in his walk and knew what you were doing; that he'd be screaming and docile very, very soon.

By the time you're finished with him, the bed is soaked with his waters and he's begging even after you've pulled out. But now he's begging something else: his own body. The only thing he can react to now is the pain your baby is forcing onto him. You see the exact moment he breaks, when the head reaches the widest point of the crown. He loses his mind and the natural instinct to thrash and wail until the baby was born kicked in.

You stand there with a grim smile on your face, basking in his breakdown. Tamed at last.

and now i need someone to do something with that idea lol

"I mean it, don't cum!" I panted, wrapping my legs around him. I was so close, just a bit more... "Gah, it hurts!" He grunted, his whole body trembling as he fought his body's most base, primal instinct.

"Don't you fucking dare cum inside me! I can't have your stupid baby right now!" I said, throwing my head back, my plea trailing off into an utterly satisfied cry of release. It felt so good, I barely even heard him go "Ngh! F-fuck, no! I can't! It's coming out! Babe it's coming out of me right now!!!"

Spurt. Spurt. I felt it slamming into my deepest point, and that only made it feel better. I was so scared, but it made me cum even harder, knowing he'd failed, feeling him dig his fingers into my hips and pull himself in me as hard as he could.

It would be fine, I tried to tell myself, laying there, his seed oozing out of my most vulnerable place. It would be just fine, I wouldn't have to have a baby from this. I couldn't handle being pregnant right now, I hoped my body wouldn't let it take...

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A cunt and a womb.

That's all you become, not by any sort of choice of your own.

You didn't want to be pregnant, but you are. You didn't want your body to change - didn't want your hips to widen, didn't want your ass to grow, didn't want the milk filling your aching tits.

Didn't want the womb, too full with life.

You didn't want any of it, but that doesn't matter.

You didn't want to give birth either. But you are.

You didn't want the pain. Didn't want the contractions. You don't want the offspring, so you try to stop yourself from pushing. Try to deny your body's urges. When every time your womb squeezes so painfully, it becomes more difficult. More pressure. Until it becomes impossible and you're sobbing as you're pushing.

You'd sob as your body would force you to push. No, I don't want to push. I don't want to give birth. Please, no. Until you're screaming it, outloud.

You don't want the head lodged between your legs, stretching you in more pain than you've ever been in your life.

Click - bzzzzzzzzz

“Oooohhhhhh” “ohhh god!”

“Please I…I”

“How many is that now?”

“I…it’s…10… I can’t think… please”

“You’re far too dumb to be making your own decisions right now aren’t you?”

“Wait.. no… It’s because you’ve got… th… you w got this vi… vibra…pressed on my clit”

“Awww well I’ll turn it off, but only when you’re a good girl and you stop cumming all the time. Until then, I think it’s better I make all the decisions. See you in a few hours!”

Frantic girly moaning

“Wait…no… I… I can do it… I won’t cum… I promise!”

“It’s just you’ve… you’ve just got it tied so tight against my clit… if you could just… move it off for 30 seconds… I wouldn’t cum”

“I just… need… to move… ohhhhh god…. Ohhhh godddd….ohhhhhh….ohhhhhhhhh”

Whimpers

“That didn’t happen, I was good, I… ohhhh…. Please… I promise I was…. Hello? Are you there? Hello”

“It’s ok it won’t happen this time, I’ll be good… you can come back… see… see… I can be good… omg my clit… n… nooo…. oh goddd… ohhhhhhh…

She keeps trying for hours and hours on end until she gives in from exhaustion and her pussy takes full control

When the boys get back all they find is a quivering, soaking mess unable to speak and just making faint moans. They switch off the vibrator and take her back to the dorm room where she’s locked into bed. They’ll try again tomorrow to see if she’s learnt how to be a good girl yet…

Made to spread their legs like the needy little things they pretend they’re not.

To be fucked like holes.

To blush, moan, and take it like the pretty pets they should be.

i couldn't stop thinking about this today:

I'm standing on a packed bus, bodys are being pressed against each other. As people keep pressing against my breasts I regret not wearing a bra today, my nipples are stiff and definitely visible. I blush a little. As least I didn't forget to wear panties, but my skirt might be a little short. I just hope it doesn't ride up or get lifted when someone squeezes past.

Speaking of, someone has been squeezing past, but he stopped right behind me. I think nothing of it until i can feel a big strong hand on my thigh, making it's way up. But I can't turn around, there's no space! And before I can protest or scream or say anything, he whispers in my ear, urgently, "Don't you dare make a noise", making it clear that I better not protest. I swallow and try not to squirm as his hand wander under my skirt and inside of my panties. He touches my clit, it's throbbing against his fingers.

I hate to admit it, but I'm getting aroused. Aroused by a stranger touching me, in public. Aroused by having to stay quiet. I'm getting wet.

I feel someting cold against my pussy, is that..a finger? No It feels unnatural, and hard. Like plastic? What I cannot see is that the stranger has pushed a syringe against my opening. A syringe full of cum, his cum.

With one swift thrust, he puts the syringe completely inside of me as I can't help but gasp. And with another swift motion he pushes and injects his cum straight into my womb.

My eyes widen. Despite not being able to see it, I can guess immediately what is flooding my insides. I panic. I'm a virgin, I'm not on birth control, I'm ovulating.

Another sudden movement and the syringe is pulled out, leaving me empty. The stranger is starting to squeeze again, away from me, into the crowd again.

I am left with my legs starting to tremble and cum starting to drip out of my pussy, into my panties. Well, the cum that makes it out. Most of it sits nicely in my womb, searching, impregnating me.

Obsessively going up... and down... up... and down... letting you know what a good job you're doing as he's milking you breathless, ignoring your pathetic attempts at begging at the straps that "are there for your own safety".