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Hiii Im chloe, i used to be taboochloe but it got shut down, im a young teen slut, i know im not super pretty but i hope im good enough! i like age play/pet play/rape play/hardcore sex/schoolgirl costumes/piss play/spanking/taboo stuff im into basicly everything, i truly have no limits! (This is an oldish pic but its the only one showing my whole body so) 💕

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“Tell me, Sally, have you ever done this before? Have you ever pleasured a man before, or let a man pleasure you?”

Sally thought she recognised the voice of Lord David, but she was not entirely sure. “No, Sirs,” she replied quietly. Of course she had not “pleasured a man before” – the thought alone made her blush – because there were no suitable lads in her town. For some strange, inexplicable reason, her inexperience made her feel shy and self-conscious, as if it mattered. Still, the young Lords seemed so experienced and sure and Sally felt awkward in her innocence.

“Oh, a virgin, then,” said the other brother – Lord Richard. “Don’t you worry, it won’t hurt a bit.”

Given the torture of whipping, Sally was finding it hard to believe. But she couldn’t deny that the fingers in her felt good, unlike anything she had ever felt before.

Suddenly, the two fingers became three and Sally couldn’t make up her mind if the liked the stretch or not. It was uncomfortable, yes, but not painfully so. If anything, she felt stretched out and filled up and above everything, it was exciting in a completely new way. With the excitement and pleasure came humiliation, because it still felt wrong and Sally couldn’t even begin to imagine what others would think if they could see her now. How could she enjoy this? How could she find pleasure in –

“You are rather wet for a virgin,” said Lord David, disrupting her train of thought. Sally blushed fiercely, humiliation burning through her in a hot flash. “You are enjoying this, aren’t you? I think you were trying to get caught, you filthy nymph, luring men into sin in the forest.”

Sally bit her lip and suppressed the urge to shake her head fiercely. She wasn’t trying to be caught, she really wasn’t, she would never! Sally knew that they were merely teasing her, but the accusations made the shame even stronger.

“Do you even hear yourself speak, brother?” asked Lord Richard and Sally was sure that she could hear some type of urgency in his tone. “What dramatic tripe.”

“You wound me, brother! But then again, I supposed you have always been one for actions instead of words – you never could appreciate good poetry. She’s ready for you.”

Sally felt the blush flare up again at the way they talked over her like she wasn’t even there, like she was merely a possession, nothing more.

The fingers were pulled out and to her horror, Sally almost pushed her hips back to chase after them. Being empty suddenly felt foreign and uncomfortable, and she found herself missing the feeling of being filled. Shame and anticipation fought for dominance as she waited for the brothers’ next move.

There was rustling behind her and then something far larger than fingers was pushing inside her. Sally gasped at the intrusion, her eyes flying wide open as the cock sunk into her. If she thought that she had felt full before, this was something else entirely. She felt like she might burst and rip open at the seams – but not in a bad way.

The young Lord – whichever it was – pulled out again before pushing back in, and the second time, his cock seemed to slide in almost effortlessly. Sally squeezed her tied hands into fists and tried to fight the waves of pleasure that coursed through her with each slow and measure thrust. It truly felt like she might burst at any moment, either from the stretch of being filled or from the burning shame, or perhaps both.

Each thrust seemed to knock an embarrassing whimper or shameful pleasure from Sally, which seemed to amuse Lord David greatly.

“Are you having fun, Sally? Is this what you imagined your first time would be like?” he teased, his voice full of mirth.

It was not. Sally had imagined soft sheets and dim light, languid kisses and whispered endearments, when she had allowed herself to think of such things at all – perhaps because even her lively imagination would have never been able to conjure up images of being taken roughly in the forest. It was nothing like what she had imagined, but with the sparks of pleasure flying up her spine and making her toes curl, she could not say that she didn’t like it.

“I rather think you are, are you not? You’re writhing so very beautifully on my brother’s cock.”

The words were like a bucket of cold water and Sally realised that the young Lord was right. She was moving her hips and arching her spine, wordlessly begging for more. For a moment, shame overtook everything else. Sally felt like she wanted to cry from the humiliation, she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. She couldn’t deny enjoying it, couldn’t deny the pleasure she felt, but she had thought that she could keep her shameful secret. Instead, she had been displaying it for all to see, begging and seeking for more with her body, so taken by the sensations that she had completely forgot herself.

“Oh, don’t stop now. Show us how much you like it.”

But Sally felt paralysed, like she could not move even if she wanted to. She was keenly aware of the Lords’ eyes on her, watching her, waiting for her to give in to her instincts again. But she couldn’t.

“Perhaps you need another cock? Would that make it easier for you?” asked Lord Richard and pulled out, leaving Sally shivering and missing the feeling of being filled yet again.

I think if I had a rape fantasy it would be….

So I had to walk home from work and I like to take the alley ways all the time. They are insanely dark and have a lot of that branch out so that means lots of turns.

I want someone to make me scared.

Noises off in the distances, bat rattling against a metal fence. I want them to be one step ahead of me. Confusing me. Calling out to me. Calling me a fine breeder. I start to run in what I think is to home and safety into the shadows of the road ahead of me but what it really was straight into your path.

You side step and trip me and descend upon me before I even stop sliding to a halt. The gravel and the dirt cause scrapes along my arms and legs and even my face. You don’t car and immediately start trying to pull my shirt off. Graciously giving me a form of diginity that I so rude fight against.

When you have enough you rip my shirt to shreds, leaving my chest bare to you as you pull off my jeans. I fight again and those get torn to shreds too. I’m left defenseless in only my panties. You pull at my hair and force my body to bow to your cock before being thrusted down my throat. You fuck my face for a nice long time until you cum a thick load down my throat.

I fall on the ground gasping for air as tears stream down my cheeks. You position yourself between my legs and push your thick bulbous head against my covered pussy. You start pushing in and I cry out and thrash about. You slap my face a few times hard and continue pushing in.

When your tip is clearly in you give a few short thrusts until you rip my panties apart with your cock and plunge deep in my pussy. I start to scream so you wrap you hand around my throat but I don’t bother fight back. You’re already inside me and there’s nothing I can do about it. You start slapping my tits with your free hand as your fucking before you start pinching and groping every part of me.

You realize I stop fighting back and you take full advantage to go slow and grope me with both hands as I cry softly.

You pull out and I think the nightmare is over but you order me on my hands and knees and I obey. You thrust your cock in me again. Pulling at my hair and slapping my ass as you fucked me. Your balls slap against my thighs. Your thunderous cock leaving my pussy wet and stretched.

I started moaning before I realized it. I arched my back as my mind went hazy and the sensation of your cock over took my senses. My hips met your thrusts causing your cock to ram against my cervix. I moan loudly and get pulled backwards with my hands behind my back and my fully body leaning forward. Getting fucked harder and deeper inside. My breasts swaying with each thrust started to tempt you and you pull me back you you can squeeze one you. Your hands grasps it firmly and squeezes and pulls and pushes as your cock is firmly thursted deep inside me. Your head pressed against the hole of my cervix. You soon release your full load into my womb. Filling me up with your sperm.

But you aren’t done with me.

You force me down again and fuck me again and again. Forcing your cock into my hungry greedy pussy. I keep cumming like crazy and you keep filling my womb with more and more cum.

When my stomach has a small bulge from all your potent seed you release me and drop me on the ground.

“Oh my God I’m gonna get pregnant for sure” I’ll start to weep.

“Have fun with the rape baby” You chuckle as you zip up your pants.

“How am I gonna tell my boyfriend?”

“Not my problem”

You start to walk away and I feel your seed draining from me onto the ground. I knew that I was gonna get pregnant, there was so much that it would be impossible not to.

“Wait!” I call out urgently.

“What the fuck do you want bitch?” You turn around pissed. For a moment. You looked like you were ready to rape me again. My pussy throbbed at the thought.

I told you my address and where and I work and even my parents address. You turned and left but I hoped you would come and find me again.

A year later and no baby I was walking through the parking lot after a late shift to my car. I briefly notice a van pulling up slowly behind me. It slowed to almost a stop before the van doors slid open and two men grab me from inside and pull me in. I fight initially until you force your cock into my mouth and I immediately stopped fighting. I let two other men undress me as I sucked you cock like the obedient slut I was.