#dehumanize.

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Word count: 1,239. consensual nonconsent and kidnapping fantasy ^-^

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Freedom is a burden, bunny. You should be glad I took it from you.

your head, arms, eyelids are heavy. you can barely keep your head up let alone focus on anything but the words drift through your head. everything is bright, floaty, and delicious. there is something soft against your skin, something sweet and enticing in the air. you feel this desire to giggle, to laugh at the fact that you can’t see properly. it’s kind of funny, actually, that you don’t know where you are. so silly, how did you end up here?

you had been having a funny, sort of sexy dream. it had involved a bar, a funny drink, a length of smooth rope, and the hum of a car engine in the dark. there had been flashes of sexy things— deft caresses by strong hands, a musky cologne— intermingled in a way that confused you. the dream hadn’t been a typical wet dream, but your body reacted like it was. just thinking about it, electricity thrummed across your skin and instinctively you ground down into the carpet to relieve some of the tension

Good bunny.

you blush and squirm a little more, although a cold spot of doubt trickles into your mind. the voice is low and slow and lovely to listen to, but it’s unfamiliar and it makes the situation even more strange. your mind reminds you: you should not be enjoying this. you should be scared. but your tummy swoops hotly and your cunt throbs and you grind down again to quell the feeling

That’s it sweet thing. That’s it. Are you feeling horny, little bunny? Of course you are. It’s just in your nature isn’t it? I knew from the moment I saw you.

your vision swims as a face appears immediately before you, kind eyes and a warm smile blur together in pleasant disorientation. you feel their hands— strong, calloused, hot, confident— drag down the length of your torso before dipping between your thighs. a frustrated groan breaks the tense quiet and you feel their fingers circle your clit— hot, tingling, pulsing, throbbing— before pushing easily inside you. your moan sounds drunk to your own ears and you can’t help but lean into their caresses eagerly, chasing the pleasure.

Fuck, what a good girl

I’m not a fucking chauffeur, though. Did you think you’d be getting home for free?

“what? but… but i didn’t—“ Marlowe started.

Not my fault you didn’t realize. You paid your way here, didn’t you?

Marlowe's mind filled with the memory of what they did before they left for the day. hot, gripping recollections of Silas using her cunt while her other hole clenched around a butt plug. their hands had been rough, pinning her down, grabbing her hard enough to bruise. they had cum while pressed deep inside, playing with the little anal toy as they bred her

You didn’t think you’d need to do something to get back home? the question brought her back to the moment. It looked like Silas was trying not to smile, with one eyebrow quirked slightly. Marlowe blushed in the cold air, looking around the back street the car had rolled into.

Don’t you have anything to give me? they asked, an evil glint in their eye as their gaze traced a familiar path from her mouth to her cunt. she shifted under their gaze, unsure of what to do. she had already spent her small allowance on their errand, and she hadn’t thought to bring anything else of value. her cheeks burned as she realized what this meant.

Marlowe reached over and put her hand on their knee, caressing suggestively with her thumb. she tried to suppress her excitement, knowing she shouldn’t feel it-- but when she opened her mouth and let her tongue loll out in offering, she knew she looked like an eager fuckpet. her cheeks burned and her gaze fell to their lap, eyeing their cock as it hardened. she wanted to pretend she didn’t mean it, but doubted her own ruse would be convincing

a hand hooked behind her skull and brought her down without warning, pressing her face into their cock. Open up, Silas growled, guiding their dick to her open mouth. She complied and felt it fill her throat instantly— no warning and no warm up. She gagged and they groaned, bouncing her head down a few times before holding her there.

It's kind of fucking funny, they said, that you think this is a bargaining chip. Haven’t you forgot? I fucking own you.

They had both large hands on her head now, keeping her in place as they thrust up into her mouth. That’s it, fuck. Good fucktoy

Marlowe felt one hand brush down her back before two fingers tapped the plug nestled in her ass. she whimpered and then gagged on the cock in her mouth. Silas loved to play with her and make her choke on their dick in different ways. They called it a “fucktoy's special features”

They worked the plug out of her ass, chuckling as they held her head down again. She struggled to hold her breath, trying not to gasp and choke as they rubbed her hole. It was tired and sensitive—she’d been wearing that toy for hours. She remembered with hot shame and arousal that they had pressed the head of their cock into her ass and given her a creampie before sliding the plug in. Fingers slid inside easily to play with their cum, and she tried to pull back as she moaned

Silas let her go, letting her breathe. She was still bent over and vulnerable to their long fingers slowly pressing inside her ass. The muscles yielded easily to the intrusion, tired after hours of the butt plug

This though, they said, a smile in their voice, This I would love to try out. I think it’s special enough to earn a ride home, since it’ll be your first time. Don’t you think?

they make Marlowe get out and blow them again, this time pinned against a wall exposed to whoever might walk past the little alley. they bend her over a stack of wooden shipping pallets and tell her to spread her cheeks, making fun of her for being a back alley slut. their own cum leaking from both of her holes as they laugh

Look at this, they say while rubbing their cock against her cunt, You’re fucking soaked. What a fucking whore, huh?

At least you saved this hole for me, huh? They grunt as they push it in. Yeah, you did. You’re ready for a cock, but it’s still nice and tight. Fuck.

Silas watches it slide in and out of Marlowe's hole, giving a low whistle before slapping her ass. She could feel their cock inside her; the impact sent shivers across her whole body and she let out a surprised cry.