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Oh how CnC is fun. Especially when you physically force the other person. And take them by force. But there’s other ways than violence and struggle to enjoy this kink. There’s other ways of playing out your dark CnC fantasies. Imagine a scene that’s focused around a more mental and verbal forcing. A corrupting in a way. A coercing. A pushing you. And asking you again and again and again. While pushing your boundaries. Until confused and convinced you give your body away. Not able to say no, or perhaps struggling to stand your ground (with consent ofcourse).

Feels wrong doesn’t it? Feels dark. Somebody using their words to overpower you. To keep you still as they have their way with you. To confuse you. Trick you. Gosh this can be oh so fucking fun, if done well ofcourse. Make sure there’s enough discussions about it beforehand. Make sure there’s a check-in moment or some sort of safety measure they can fall back to. Something that says “scene’s over.” Because that’s what this should be. A really dark and fun scene. A play. With both of you being consenting actors in it. Both of you have your own role. Play it well and have fun.

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“It’s good for you, trust me… you’ll enjoy it. ” I say softly. While my hand continues pushing.

You shake your head. Hands resting on my wrist. Not wanting me to touch you that way. Not being sure. Not being ready. But alas I am good at persuasion. Good at convincing. So I push through until my hand is able to grope your chest. The other slipping towards your pants, slowly opening them. While not breaking eye contact and looking at you directly. Words slowly putting doubt in your mind.

“You invited me over didn’t you? Was this not what you hoped for when getting dressed like this? What you craved when inviting me over? Why does your room smell like bitch in heat. Here, feel. Your panties are wet. Soaked even. Why is that?” I hiss while my hands have pushed and pushed, until I finally reached your wet little pussy. Fingers start digging into you. I push my thigh between your leg to keep you open for me. My other hand pushes your hands away as I continue feeling up your little hole.

“Hmhmm seee? You wanted it. You are so fucking wet.” I say softly. As my fingers push and twist and pull. Turning you into a gasping and drippy mess. You shake your head. Still some resistance left. You whisper some confused words. Try to tell me it’s enough. That you don’t want it. But don’t find it in you as my hand makes it hards to think. My fingers make it hard to think. But still you grasp onto my wrist. Hoping this ends soon.

“You asked for this. Your body knows what it wants.” I say while pulling your hand away. Not stopping but instead starting to undress your body. Panic sparks into your eye. A fearful gaze. You shake your head. Not this. Not this. But all I do is show you a wicked smile.

“You don’t want others to find out how slutty you are right? For them to know your pussy is drenched like this for others? Do you? Imagine what would happen then?” My words freeze your movement and lock down your resolve. Panic turns into frozen fear. I use this moment to rip open your top. Undress you. Hold you down. Push your face down and your ass up as I mount you and take out my cock. Slapping it against your pussy.

The fear hits. Now it gets real. You tear up. Don’t want this. It’s enough. It’s too much. You want it to stop. Try to resist. Fight back. Or maybe speak up with a trembling voice. But I just smile. Rubbing the tip of my cock against your entrance while making sure to hold you down with your arms behind your back.

“Well juuuust the tip. It’s only fair after I made you feel oh so good right? Just a minute or so and it’s over. I promise.” I lie to you sweetly with false promises of this ending faster. My words coercing you to lay still. Convincing you to let me have my fucking way. And you lay still. And you wait. And you hate. And sob. And whimper. And count the seconds that feel like hours.

And then I push my tip inside. You hear me gasp as your warmth engulfs my rod. Then I push deeper. And deeper. And in one mean slam I have lodged my cock all the way inside your pussy. Forcing myself into you. Breaking my promise. You yelp and try to turn around. Try to push me away. To cry for me to stop. But to no avail as I hold you down and continue taking you like the little slut you are. Pounding you harder and deeper than before. Ruining and violating your body for my pleasure.

“No no no!” You scream.

“Shhh it’s your fault. Why were you so warm and wet and inviting?! This is what YOU wanted. This is what YOU craved. Your body asked for it. Let me enjoy you a little bit longer. Stop resisting so much. You don’t want me to lose control and accidentally cum inside your fertile pussy now do you? Stay still and I’ll pull out for you.” I say in threatening way.

You bit your lips and lay there frozen and still. Sobbing and gasping. As I fuck your pussy for my own delight. Hammering away at it. Bruising it from the inside. And we both know I’m not going to pull out. I defiled your mind and choice. Coerced you to give away what’s yours. And now in the last stretch I’ll fill up your pussy with cum. Pumping wave after wave of cum inside of you. Until you are broken and full. And no matter how much yo whimper or resist. My words will arouse you. My words will corrupt you. My words will convince you. To let me take what I want.

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lightly touching them over their clothes and laughing when they gasp and buck their hips