#corruptingvoid

I see you. Scrolling on and on. Hips bucking without thought. Grinding against your fingers longing for more.

I see you. Biting at your lip wishing you could be pinned and mercilessly pounded like nothing more than a pretty little cocksleeve.

I see you.

Sink deeper into the inky nothing of the Void, for within is all.

In this space, thought is given form. In this space, reality is reshaped. In this space, the mind is malleable. Come now, dear reader, and enter this space. Be not shy of that which hides within.

This cleaved realm of the internet is a place for my mind to overflow and form as I wish. What you see is that of dream, of fantasy, of desire, or interest. The Void is a place for self discovery and growth, not for harm. As such, I urge that those of you who are easily triggered by the depraved step away. But most importantly, I ask you not do me unneeded harm. If you do not agree with me, are not enthralled by that which I share, then merely block me and forget I exist. This is my personal space, and I urge you NOT to report it.

Now then, if it is not yet clear, this is an adult space, and I expect those interacting to both act accordingly and to be adults.

With such necessities covered, I offer you now this change: Expand this post, and learn of the Void, and how it shall consume your very being.

KINKS: CNC / Stalking

Written from the perspective of a dominant man.

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I enjoy going out after my dinners, just around sunset, to a park not far from my home.

Recently, each time I’ve gone, someone has caught my eye.

Sometimes she’s jogging, sometimes walking, and other times still she sits near the empty playground.

I began to keep my eye on her when I noticed her, but tonight… tonight was different.

As I walked along the path, I saw her, sitting on a bench adjusting her headphones and tapping her screen.

The sun was beginning to set, and in 30 minutes it would be dark.

I stopped short of her bench, at the one just before it, and lifted my foot to it, pretending to re-tie my shoes, my eyes on her. She was oblivious.

Still looking down at her screen, she stood and began to walk. Nearly tripping, she stopped, looked down, and checked he shoe, bending down.

As she did I noticed that which her sweater hid.

Tiny little shorts, barely enough to cover her, and snug to her skin.

As her braids fell beside her face, she brushed them away, straightening herself back up and beginning to walk.

She was headed along a path that was more wooded and winding, away from the pond. A path less used, especially at night, as many of the lights along the trail are often out, and the cover of the trees blocks the light during sunset, and blocks the moonlight more. And yet, on she walked.

With a glance around to ensure no one else was near, I began to follow. Cautious at first, but as I got a bit closer I realized I could hear something not native to the park faintly. Music. Her music.

She was listening so loudly she was deaf to the world around her.

She hadn’t looked back once, she simply strolled slowly, occasionally glancing up at the tree branches overhead.

Closer. Closer. Step by step, increasing my pace beyond hers.

One bend in the path.

Two.

The treeline thicker.

Some lamps by the side of the paved path flickered on as the sun continued to set, but many fizzled right back out.

Darker minute by minute.

Closer moment by moment.

And then…

She stopped.

I hesitated, very close now, as she turned her head to the right. A small path through the trees. Somehow she noticed it, and it interested her.

She slowly stepped towards it, a barely audible “hmm… maybe…” escaping her lips…

And then…

Onward she prevailed, between the trees.

By the time she stopped at a large tree, the sun had nearly fully set.

Darkness was encroaching, ebbing towards her.

She sat. Eyes closed. At the base of the tree, and bobbed her head to the audible beat coming from her headphones.

She began to mumble to herself.

About stupid things.

Things she hated.

Things that annoyed her.

That she wanted to forget about.

And then…

Eyes wide, heart racing, panting erratically.

My hand to her throat, a crooked smile plastered across my face.

I ripped away her headphones and greeted her.

“Well hello there. What’s a cute little thing doing all alone in the dark here?”

I leaned in close and whispered.

“She’s not here to get raped is she?”

She couldn’t speak, not with my hand gripping her.

Which means she couldn’t scream.

Within moments she was on the ground, in dirt and leaves, her sweater pulled up, part of it forced in her mouth, her breasts out for me to fondle, to grope, to smack.

She whimpered, writhed.

She tried to fight, tried to scream.

I wouldn’t let her.

I told her all about how I followed her, when I first saw her, each time she caught my eye without knowing.

She began to cry and I whispered with a grunt, “now now, it’s okay, you’re daddy’s little rapesleeve now.”

Tears ran down her cheeks, dampening the soil as I ripped down her tiny shorts before flipping her over and spanking her.

One

Two

Three

…

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

…

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

“Good girl” I grunted, turning her back.

Her face was bright red as she cried helplessly.

I held nothing back.

First, her cunt.

It was drenched, and I mocked her for it rightfully. “Only a dumb whore would get so wet from being raped.” I scoffed.

I rubbed.

I fingered.

I fucked.

Pounding over and over. She fought, she failed.

Pumping cum once.

Pumping cum twice.

She tried to scream but I gripped her throat tighter.

Next, her ass.

Using her cunt juices and my cum as lube, I forced myself inside without hesitation.

She screamed into her sweater, which I now held into her mouth as a gag again.

“Wrong hole” I jested, pounding rougher than I did her cunt.

“Maybe it’s the only right hole, doesn’t it feel so good, dumb whore.”

I forced her head into a nodding motion with a laugh.

Once.

Twice.

I was running out of stamina and pulled my cock from her, my seed spilling out as she pushed.

With my hand I scooped it and fingered it back into each hole while I rejuvenated.

And then, after a short break for my cock…

I pulled her to her knees, freed her mouth, and began to brutally skull fuck her.

No holding back.

Drool dripping down her sweater, eyes blurred with tears, glazed over.

No more moans or scream, only the slurping gagging sounds of her mindless motion as I pulled and pushed, thrusting into her with all my force. Her braids in my hands for leverage. By the end, they were no longer braided.

It took a long time before I could finally cum again, I was exhausted by the time I could. But I held myself there, cock in the back of her throat, pulsing as it pumped seed into her.

I pulled from her and threw her down. She was barely conscious now.

I gripped her chin, forcing her eyes to mine.

“You’re my personal cunt, understood?”

I forced her to nod.

“You’re going to move in with me and I’m going to make you a nice little rape room in my basement to live in.”

I made her nod again.

“You’re going to tell all your friends you met the love of your life, and he treats you like a goddess, even though you’re nothing but a cock puppet to me.”

Nodding forced once more.

“Now say thank you.”

She coughed and spit up cum.

I slapped her hard across the face.

“Say it, cunt.”

She barely muttered the words.

“Good girl. Now tell me you love me.”

She fought it, I smacked her harder.

“Tell daddy you love him and need him to break you more.”

She barely got the words out.

“Good whore, now let’s get you to your new home.”

Go on, edge endlessly on.

More and more and more.