skirt giving me access to rape you in public. maybe even while we’re pressed together in a crowded club or at a concert. the bass thrumming through your body, a few drinks keeping you relaxed until i reach up under your skirt and push your underwear aside. running my fingers over your clit and your pushing inside of your cunt. trying to squirm away but we’re all packed in too tight. fucking up into you while i grind my stiff cock against your back, squeezing your chest and huffing in your ear like an animal. unzipping my jeans while the music gets louder so you aren’t even ready when i replace my fingers with the tip of my cock and rut into your warm, slick pussy. you cry out but the music is loud and people aren’t paying any attention. i get to hump you like a dog in the middle of a crowd and you just have to take it until I decide I’m done raping you and cum deep inside you.
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noncon where he’s wracked with guilt by how much he enjoyed it. it’s sick and twisted and he’s so hooked that he jerks off to the thought of how he’s going to ruin you next time…
Ugh, why do the words “you’re growing a rape baby” make me take a deep breath, arch my back and shiver a bit every time I read them, or some variation of them?
I don’t know but I have the exact same problem.
Like it’s not just that it’s a baby, which already forces you to change because of what a man wants, it’s that it was caused by a horrible violation that was ALSO forced onto you, and so it’s doubly forcing something on you. Growing my unwanted child is a living reminder of what I did to you.
It turns me on so fucking much every time.
I just feel completely helpless every time I think about it. You could pin me down, expose me, and force yourself into my body. I would have no say in it, I could fight and scream and cry and it would just mean nothing. LESS than nothing.
The thought that, as I felt someone enter my body against my will, they were using me not just for pleasure. That this man, who I hate for what he’s doing to me, is going to look me in the eye and pointedly, calmly explain that he is raping me pregnant, that at the end of this his goal is to have his seed take root in my belly. That he is going to force me to carry a new person inside me, against my will, feel is kicking its way to life within my body for the next nine entire months, and then give birth to it. It makes me tremble at the idea of it, of feeling a warm jet of pre-cum thud against my cervix, wondering if my rapist has already succeeded in impregnating me.
It’s horrifying. You could just use me, in every way, and I’d have no input on the process from beginning to end. The violation. Carrying the product of rape. Feeling labor begin, nothing preparing me for how humiliating and agonizing of a process giving birth to your unwanted life-ruiner would be. Everyone judging me for the entire pregnancy, losing friends and family as they accuse me of lying, only to be here at the end of it, alone (or at least I would HOPE alone, and then I’m not enduring this agonizing shame in front of people…) and scared, your rape baby coming, opening me inside, violating me just like one who put it inside me in the first place, but so, so much worse.
And even more devastating would be knowing how eager and ready my body was for this. My body will have changed so much for you, becoming fertile, swollen, motherly. You took over my being with the child you raped into my womb, and my entire being sans my mind was delighted by it, eagerly growing its most special gift to reward you for violating me.
The knowledge swirling through my mind as the need to bear down overwhelms me is crushing. This is what I’m FOR, the purpose for my existance as a female, no matter how much I try to deny it. That I can have my hopes and dreams, aspirations, hobbies, friends, career, and at any moment you or someone like you can casually, effortlessly come along and steal it all away, change my entire life forever. You have the choice to just force your seed into my womb and vanish, but I’ll have to endure it taking root, sprouting, and then have to helplessly give birth to it. You can do it at any time, off of a whim, with no real reason other than you wanted to, and never HAVE to look back unless you want to savor how much pain and despair you’ve caused me, how you and your rape baby have ruined my entire life.
I was made to bear life, even if I don’t want to. ESPECILLY if I don’t want to. My only real defence in today’s world is to pray nobody decides I should carry their seed. Because once they do, all I can do is watch as my body does what it was made to do, unable to do anything to slow it, let alone stop it.
And the entire time, I know it probably won’t be the last time.
It leaves me breathing heavily, quivering in helpless fear of what feels so inevitable, ashamed as I feel wetness seeping into my panties, leaving a damp spot of arousal at the idea of someone forcing me to become a mother.
want nothing more than to wake up to someone holding me down and pumping a few loads into me before making me get up and go about my day, dizzy from daddy’s cock filling me at 5am, forced to think about his load spilling out of my pussy into my panties all day 🤤
Your old future - the future you imagined for yourself - started to fade the moment I selected you. By the time I forced my cock into you, it was gone forever.
But you won't have to imagine the new future I've chosen. That's part of my power, when I'm deep inside a girl. Every time I push into you, you'll see it. Feel it.
The briefest skip forward, first: to my cock throbbing inside of you, pushing my seed into your womb. I like to make a girl feel this over and over, before she understands what's happening to her, so that it feels like it goes on forever. She always tightens around me so beautifully when I do.
Then to me pulling out of you at last, leaving you broken and overflowing and alone. And to a few minutes after that - to you frantically rubbing yourself, unable to do anything but come again and again as my seed swims deeper.
And then further and faster: hours, days, weeks. The sharp pain near your ovary, as your egg is released. The first morning that you wake up full of nausea. The day that you shake and sob, staring helplessly at a pregnancy test.
Then months and months. Your belly slowly swelling. The first time you notice the eyes following you, and burn with shame. Beginning to waddle, and then struggling to stand.
At last, the birth. I always cover a girl's mouth with my hand before I show her. I love to feel that muffled scream.
Nursing, too, afterwards. Your breasts achingly full of milk for my child. Your body transformed to nourish my little miracle.
And then one last vision: the next time. The day I return to the mother of my baby. The day that you struggle underneath me again, and ovulate, and conceive.
It's always the last thrust. It always makes me go over the edge, and fill you with the future I've promised.
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Cockwarming is okay because you cant get pregnant unless I cum in you right? Kissing and biting your neck for hours so you squeeze my cock, dripping pre into your unprotected hole, its okay right? Theres no way I would lie about it just to feel your tight, wet little hole milk my cock, knowing you'll believe when I say its safe... Youd never think I would take advantage just to get off... And when its too much and I cant help but start to thrust even when you ask what im doing, what if I cum inside and its not safe, I just pin you and laugh softly, saying how it was never truly safe, how even precum can get someone pregnant and you start to squirm and moan at the feel as I fuck you harder, forcing moans from you as you try not to cum but its too late, your cunt squeezing tight as I hit that spot over and over, dripping onto the sheets and you will shake as you cum over and over, ill laugh and whisper how it makes it even more likely you'll get pregnant if you cum so much, how I knew you'd love this, love having my cum pushed into you, how you knew what would happen as soon as I was inside you that and im going to take your body and fill it, and you wont want to stop me even when its my third load, groping your gorgeous tits and needy cunt because its yours, and I can, and you know i need it as badly as you do
"That's what you said about anal and I couldn't sit right for three days."
"But this is natural. This is how God intended it."
"Don't bring God into this!"
He's on top of you already, which isn't fair, because his weight on you does something to your decision-making that you've never been able to explain to anyone. His hips are between your thighs. He's pressing right there, with just the thin cotton of your panties between his cock and your soaked pussy, and every time he shifts you can feel the whole length of him drag against you. Your resolve can’t take much more.
"I'll pull out," he says. "I swear on my life."
"You swear on your life a whole lot."
"And I'm still here. That has to mean something." He props himself up on one arm, looks you dead in the eyes. Completely serious. "I am discipline personified. You have never met a man with more self-control than me."
"You ate an entire sleeve of Oreos in bed last night."
"It’s different. That was emotional. This is physical. I am a fortress."
You're laughing now, which is a problem because when you laugh your body loosens up and he can feel that. His hips roll against you and the laugh catches in your throat and becomes something else entirely.
"I just want to feel you," he says, and his voice has dropped now, the joking gone out of it. "For real. Not through some filter. Condoms are like trying to see you with my eyes closed. I want to actually know what you feel like when you're wet for me."
Your breath stutters. Goddammit.
"Just the tip," he says.
"Nobody in the history of the world has ever meant just the tip."
"I mean it."
"You don't."
"I do." He reaches between you and pushes your underwear to the side and you feel the head of his cock slide against you, bare, skin on skin, and your hips buck up before you can stop them.
"See?" His voice is strained. "Just this. I'm not even inside you and you're already begging for it."
He's running the tip through your folds, dragging through the wetness there, nudging your clit on every pass. Your fingers are digging into his shoulders and you can feel every ridge of him, every vein, the heat of him so different without the barrier. You understand in this moment exactly what he was talking about because ... Oh, that's what he feels like.
"Say yes," he murmurs against your neck. "Just for a minute. I'll pull out. I promise."
And you are so tired of fighting something you stopped wanting to fight three minutes ago.
"If you don't pull out I'll kill you."
"I swore on my life, babe."
He pushes in.
The sound you make is obscene. It's involuntary, pulled from somewhere deep in your chest, because the feeling of him bare inside you is so different it doesn't even register as the same act. Every inch of him is vivid. You can feel the way your walls stretch to take him, can feel the heat of his skin against yours with nothing between you. He sinks in slow, achingly slow, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath ragged against your lips.
"Fuck," he says. Just that. Like the word fell out of him.
He starts to move. Slow. Careful. Controlled. The fortress, doing his best. Short strokes, shallow, like he's rationing himself. His arms are braced on either side of your head and his jaw is tight and you can see the effort it's costing him to hold back. Something about that, the visible restraint, the way his whole body is taut with the discipline of not giving in, makes you wetter than any of the actual fucking.
"Okay," he breathes. "Okay. This is fine. I've got this. I'm in control."
He is not in control.
You can feel the exact moment it shifts. His hips snap forward, harder than he meant to, and he buries himself all the way. You both groan, and his hands grab your wrists and pin them above your head. His pace changes. No more shallow strokes. No more careful. He's pulling almost all the way out and driving back in deep and your ankles lock behind his back on instinct.
"Fuck. Baby. Fuck." His voice is wrecked. "You feel so good. You feel so fucking good. I can't think."
"You said you'd pull out."
"I know."
"You~nghh~you promised." It’s getting hard to talk as he fucks the words out of you.
"I know. I know I did." He's not slowing down. If anything he's going harder, pinning your wrists tighter, his hips slamming into yours with a force that scoots you up the mattress. "I'm going to. I will. Just not yet. Give me one more minute."
The minute passes. He doesn't pull out. You didn't think he would.
His face is buried in your neck and his grip on your wrists has gone vice-tight. You can feel him thickening inside you, getting harder, that telltale throb that means he's close, and he starts apologizing between thrusts.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby, I can't. You feel too good. I tried."
You want to be mad but you can't because he’s so, so deep. So deep that your thoughts dissolve, and every thrust pushes a sound out of you that you can't control. Your legs are shaking. He's everywhere. Inside you, on top of you, his weight pinning you on the bed, his breath hot against your throat.
"I'm gunna cum, baby" he says, and it's not a question anymore. Not a negotiation. "I have to. I'm sorry. Don't kill me."
"You're~ahh~a fucking~~hah~liar."
His hand slides between your bodies and his thumb finds your clit and starts rubbing in fast, tight circles. The combination of that pressure — coupled with the stretch of him bare inside you — is so much that your vision blurs. You can feel it building at the base of your spine like a wave pulling back from the shore.
"Just cum with me, babe" he says. "You know your pussy is too good. You can’t blame me..."
You try to argue but his thumb presses your clit harder, and his cock drives in deeper, and then you break. Your walls clamp down on him as you cum. Then you feel it, the moment he lets go too, the hot rush of him spilling inside you in long, heavy ropes. He groans into your neck and his hips stutter and jerk as he empties himself into you.
…
…
…
Stillness. Both of you panting. Him still inside, receding slowly, the mess of him leaking out around the base of his cock.
He lifts his head. Looks at you. Has the audacity to grin.
"See? That was worth it."
"You are in so much trouble."
"Was it good though?"
You don't answer. Your silence is damning enough.
He kisses your forehead. Stays inside you. Doesn't even have the decency to look sorry about it. You close your eyes. Your body is still buzzing, still clenching around him in lazy aftershocks.
Like, surprise me in the parking lot kind of rape. I always park far away because I need the walk and I don’t want to deal with people who pull out like jackasses (hehe), so it should be pretty easy. I’m putting my things in the backseat, tucking them into the foot space so they don’t move around. You come up quick and grab handfuls of my ass, using your larger body to hoist me all the way into the back.
I’d be so shocked, I wouldn’t know what was happening, and that would give you plenty of time to pin me down by the back of the neck, my cheek pressing hard to the seat. I can feel the hard outline of your cock against my ass before I even draw a breath to scream. With your free hand you punch me in the head. Not hard, you know how to pull back on your blow, but sharp. It hurts just enough to scare me into shutting up.
You lean in even as I feel your hand slip between us to your belt. There are no fumbling hands here, you’re quick and precise as you pull the strap free of its buckle, followed by a brisk zip. “You scream and I’ll fucking put you in the hospital.” I can feel your breath on the side of my face but I can’t see you.
Now your dick is free, thick, and hard, and hot against me. Your attentions turn to my clothing, swiftly yanking my dress up and underwear down to my thighs. I try to wriggle, push you off, but you’ve got just enough of your weight on me so that I can’t budge up.
“Stupid..cunt!” Your sneer turns into a groan as you line up well enough to force your cock into me with one sharp thrust. I cry out but you don’t reprimand me, you moan and curse into my ear as you start fucking me against my will.
It burns, being stretched out and stuffed so forcefully, but only at first. I get wetter and wetter as you thrust into me again and again and again. I let out little grunts as you fill me, draw breath when you pull out. Your hips are so violent I can feel and hear the whole car rocking as I’m raped.
You still moan somewhere above me but don’t say anything else, even when my grunts become sharp cries as your fucking into my pussy becomes faster, harder. When you cum you shout out a curse against my temple and bury your cock so deep it forces a guh sound out of me.
You keep pumping your cum into me almost tenderly once your orgasm has passed, pushing it deep, clearly enjoying the last ebbs of the pleasure you took from my body. When you finally push off me and start tucking yourself away you tell me, “Don’t say a fucking word about this to anyone. I’m going to give you five minutes and then you better drive straight fucking home. I’m going to follow you in case you get any ideas.”
I can hear your feet walking away and it takes me a moment to remember where I am. I push my dress back down hastily as I back up out of the car, fumbling to pull my underwear back up, cringing at the squishy sensation of my panties meeting the cum seeping out of my ravaged cunt. I close the door and walk around to get in my car. I see another man walking to his car with a shopping bag and a snarky grin on his face. It’s not you, but he knows, or thinks he knows, what I’ve been doing. I turn so red that I can actually hear him laugh as he closes his car door.
On the long drive home I keep checking my mirror for you. I don’t know if it was a bluff but I’m not taking chances. I go straight home only to find a cop car waiting on the curb in front. I panic. Did someone see and call it in? Did you follow me home? Are you watching now? Are you going to kill me?
The cop walks up and motions for me to roll down the window. Stammering I ask if anything is wrong.
“Just wanted to make sure you got home alright.” You say, smiling brightly as the shock of hearing your voice registers on my face. You open the car door for me. “Why don’t you show me inside ma’am.”
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I want to force my bare cock into a girl who isn't on birth control and desperately doesn't want to get pregnant - and tell her that I'll stop if she can come on my cock. It would be such a fucking turn-on to feel her frantically pushing her hips against me while sobbing.
If she doesn't come for me, I'll fill her with my cum and tell her that one of us was going to get off, and really it's her fault if she gets knocked up.
And if she does, I'll laugh at her for coming so hard on her rapist's cock, then tell her that her pussy is milking the cum out of me as I unleash everything I have into her womb.
i need someone to decide that a perfect slut like me is going to be a cow whether i want to or not. snatching me up randomly from work, or the park, or the grocery store, taking me to their basement, tying me up and pumping me full of drugs to make me more horny and compliant while a milking machine tugs nonstop on my nipples. within days i would stop thrashing against my restraints as the drugs kicked in and my engorged udders started to drip milk through my new fat teats, giving up my unnatural human urges and settling into life as my kidnapper’s cow, mooing uncontrollably as i’m bred with the first of dozens of their babies. i’ll have no say in how big i get, how much milk i produce, or how many children i birth— but i’ll be too dumb and needy to care. all i’ll be able to think about is how good it feels to have my teats milked and my animal cunt flooded with their seed over and over again. nothing else matters.
I’ve been dying to have someone suck on my tits endlessly. When I wake up, til I fall asleep. I want someone to suck my tits so often I start to lactate from it. Then I want them to suck and drink my milk until I’m hyperlactating. I want to be able to one day have someone use my milk for a bowl of cereal with an accompanying matching glass of milk. I want to have someone sit me in their lap and eat cookies by taking a bite then nursing off my breast and rinse and repeat until they’re full and want to fuck me full of cum. Someday I’ll have a kinky man ready to enjoy my milk
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Coming home all horny and pent up only to see me fast asleep... I won't be mad if you slowly slide your hand up my thigh, letting your fingers just barley graze the outside of my panties. Fiddle with the fabric a little, press into my clit just slightly before pulling back.
You know how sensitive I can be... and you wouldn't want to wake me, but the only thing really standing in-between you and pleasure is a thin layer of lace and that's so so fucking tempting.
Slip two gentle fingers into my panties and let every doubt in your mind fade, because god, am I wet for you. Just the slightest touch and I'm soaked, all while fast asleep too.
Slowly make circles on my clit with your fingers, watching as my breathing quickens just slightly, just enough to make you pause, and wait for it to return to normal.
Carefully take my underwear off, and start to slowly pump a finger in and out of me, and add another as I let out a soft, involuntary moan in my sleep.
Spread my legs wider as you feel my pussy start to clench around you, and use your tongue to suck on my clit as you add another finger.
Watch my breaths speed, and listen to my moans get louder until my body submits, and I finish. Taste the cum that covers your fingers and finally give in to the pulsating mess in your pants.
Stroke your cock a few times before lining it up my entrance. My sleeping figure, now lined in sweat, never looked so fucking hot.
Ram into my cunt. Slam your dick into me over and over, not caring when it shocks me awake, confused and still ridiculously wet. Keep pounding me as I struggle away from you, barley able to fight from the mix of drowsiness and pleasure coursing through me.
And as you're about to cum, push your unprotected cock as deep into my pussy as you can, making sure every drop of your release stays inside me.
Rubbing my pussy to the thought of a man raping me painfully. Him shoving his hard thick cock into my dry unprepared pussy in one thrust and raping violently. Me screaming and trying to crawl away as my pussy is stretched and torn but he just holds my hips and keeps raping me, moaning and grunting so I know how good raping me is making his cock feel. Ignoring my screams and pleading and begging because thrusting viciously into my tight unwilling pussy just feels too good. Hearing him groan loudly as his cock pulses hard in my rapehole and spurts cum deep inside me. Him continuing to rape me even after he cums because my cries make his cock throb. Him getting the angle just right and raping my cervix violently while I scream and he moans in ecstacy until he's cumming so hard against my cervix he sees stars. Leaving my pussy bleeding and raped open, hole dripping, and womb full of rape seed and pregnant
