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owner hooking my nipple ring chain up over my tongue ring, pulling on all three piercings, and leaving a puddle of drool dripping down my chin, my chest, my cunt, and onto the floor

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thinking about a captor who trains the word ânoâ out of my vocabulary. he pretends heâs really big on consent, but itâs actually compliance heâs after, because heâs clearly not averse to coercion. like, iâve already traded away my clothes for soft blankets in my cage; i take all my meals kneeling by his chair and fed by his hand; i âagreedâ to the cameras in the bathroom anytime i clean or relieve myself. but heâs adamant that he wonât fuck me as long as i say âno.âÂ
he reminds me of this after heâs done spanking my cunt for an hour for spilling food from his fingers, and he begs to be allowed to fuck my swollen pussy, but i shake my head and scream the word until my throat goes hoarse. and he doesnât.Â
i wake up the next morning with a shock collar around my neck. it doesnât take very long to figure out what triggers it. and itâs not just the word âno,â though thatâs clearly the most important target. itâs also anything that might indicate a negation. i think for a while that day that it must be him triggering it, so i wait until iâm alone in my cage at night, but the shocks still rip through me when i whisper ânoâ to myself.Â
it takes a month, or maybe two or three or ten, itâs hard to track the passage of time when my days are filled with electricity and pain. but the pain tapers off. i deny him less and less, still holding on to the one last shred of my pride.
until one day, he stands before me, remote in hand. he caresses the shock collar, and asks to fuck me. and i donât say no. i donât shake my head. i donât even move. just stare blankly at the wall over his shoulder.Â
a smile crawls over his face and he says, âwell thatâs not a no,â and splits me open on his cock.Â
i want to be fisted open after youâve already fucked me for an hour or more. after youâve already cum inside me as many times as you wanted. your dick is sated, and this is all just for play. because you can. because my pussy is yours. i want to scream and squirm, over sensitive and sore, as you work your knuckles, then your palm into my red, puffy, cum-filled cunt. i want you to not care if i come on your fist, only to care that you can make your fist fit. i want you to hold my legs down as you punch in and out of me until the widest part of your hand moves easily through my wrecked hole. i want you to tug and pinch at my swollen pussy lips, flick my throbbing clit, and fuck me with your fist until iâm sobbing and gaping wide. take a picture. jerk off into my ruined hole, and take another. play with my cunt like itâs just another stim toy as i writhe and beg and soak the sheets with my tears. see how wide you can spread your fingers inside me. then see if you can fit the other hand, too
i want my owner to tie my legs spread wide and shave my cunt with a straight razor. i donât even want to be shaved, but they want it; they want the closest shave possible. so i have to lay there and try not to move if i donât want to be cut
captor who films my face as he violates me, records my voice as he makes me cum and cry, and posts it all online with my missing persons poster as the thumbnail and the tag #.proofoflife

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canât decide which end of the baseball bat iâm more afraid of. the wider end that stretches my cunt beyond reason, hard and unyielding as i clench and come around it. or the handle end, which is smaller, but has that brutal lip that is fucked deep into me until i come hard enough and enough times that my entrance has to stretch open again to let it out.Â
We need to bring the horror back into sex demons. Like yeah that succubus is going to fuck you exactly how you want. Sheâs gonna look inside your mind, find your deepest, darkest desires, and drag them into the light with you kicking and screaming and coming all the way. and when she takes your fantasies from you one by one, bringing them to life in the harsh light of reality, youâre going to lose yourself, your soul, inch by inch, in perfect pain and perfect pleasure. And when sheâs done wrecking you in every possible way, is there even a you left? could the mewling, leaking, empty thing she made of you be considered human? or are you just a doll now, something for her to tire of and discard. if youâre very lucky, she might use you as a prop as she twists and takes some new victimâs fantasies. a tool of her pleasure and cruelty. an object, waiting, lonely and broken, on her shelf.Â
mouth forced open with a spider gag, tongue held out of the way with forceps, your gloved hand fingering my throat until i no longer have a gag reflex
magic portal fleshlight but it's tied to someone else's pussy and you've stuffed it in my stretched out cunt just to hold while the other person gets to feel everything
I was still resistant, not understanding my place, my captor said. So she bound my wrists behind my back, held me down on her cock, and had her friend pierce my nipples. When it was done and my tits weâre sore and swollen, she bent me over, fucking me hard, new piercings swinging with every thrust, and made me come and squirt at her friendâs feet.Â

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captor who lays me out and ties me up in front of several cameras so he can set up a multi-angle livestream as he stretches my cunt out around the wide end of a baseball bat
tongue piercing as a punishment for talking back.Â
missionary but thereâs a towel over my face and you keep pouring ice-cold water over it so my whole body spasms around your dick in my panic as i struggle and fail to take in another breath
thinking about forced piercings. not just the pain of the piercing as some kind of punishment, but the following days, weeks, months of aftercare and maintenance as the piercing heals. the imposed cleanings, my hands bound so i donât remove the unwanted jewelry, my whole body bound if i try to agitate it. submitting to the softness of their hands and the idea that they can be gentle when they want to be, matched against the brutality they mete against the rest of me. finally healing enough to change the jewelry, only to start it all over again on the other side or the next spot.Â
stretch me out on your cock, too dry, too big, stick four fingers in my mouth, and slap me over and over until you come from the way i clench around you when i cry

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It took so much time and effort to stretch my pussy around your fist that even after youâve made me come on it twice â screaming and shaking, clit rubbed raw, walls fluttering and clenching around the unyielding shape of your hand â youâre still not done with me.Â
I cry when you pull out of my cunt, tremble and sob as your fingers play with the rim of my gaping hole, pinching and stretching and fucking in so easily. Youâre gonna keep me open, you tell me, and you shove a beer can into my cunt.Â
It hurts, but itâs also cool against my overheated flesh. I can feel the beer inside it sloshing around against the thin aluminum sides.Â
You pull up my briefs to keep it in place and help me stand. Itâs painful, and I canât walk without waddling around. Itâs embarrassing enough with just you there. When your friends start to show up, I can barely meet their eyes.Â
You donât need me to meet their eyes. You turn me around, bend me over whateverâs closest â the kitchen table, the arm of the sofa â pull down my pants and show them the can. They laugh, tapping the top of it, fucking it in and out of me in short, shallow thrusts. My cheeks burn. Tears well in my eyes.Â
When all of your friends have arrived, you take me out to the back patio, strip me down, and lay me out on the rough concrete. They tower over me, leering and laughing, drinks in their hands that I should have made but I couldnât because my hands were so shaky and I could stand up straight enough to reach the liquor cabinet.Â
Youâre here. Down on your knees with me. You push the beer can back inside me when my pussy tried to force it out. You laugh at me, too, but thereâs pride in your eyes when you do. Then you start fucking me.Â
The beer sloshes inside the can as you shove it in me, pull it out, and shove it in again. It hurts. It feels so good. My body doesnât know what to do with it.Â
Your friends are still talking and laughing. Somebody has a phone aimed at me, filming. Another crouches down and works my clit.Â
Tears spill over. You fuck me harder. Faster. Iâm so wet, so needy. You fuck me with this huge thing and I canât help but love it. Love you for hurting me so exquisitely.Â
When I feel my orgasm getting close, I ask, beg you to let me come. You smile, tip my hips up, and say, âyes.âÂ
The new angle hurts more, feels strange, but doesnât stop the pleasure.Â
When I come, you stop fucking me and Iâm confused for a moment at what your hands are doing, until I hear hiss-pop of the can opening. Until I feel the explosion of it, beer and foam spilling over me, over you, over the ground. Itâs like Iâm squirting, like Iâm ejaculating. It covers me. Spattering my chest, dripping from my thighs, pooling on my belly. I understand, now, why you brought us outside.Â
It smells like beer. Everything smells like beer. You lick some of it off me. You pull the can out and I scream and you pour the rest of the beer all over me, face and body and cunt.Â
Youâre covered in it, too. My come.Â
You leave me there, lying in the puddle of it, your friends taking pictures and videos. The one whose fingers were on my clit has the same fingers in their mouth, tasting me.Â
My cunt feels so empty now. After being so full for so long, it gapes open like it was made to be stretched wide and needs something hard to clench around. Like itâs ruined. It will never be the same again.Â
I expected the hose, but not this gentle stream of it. The water is soothing as you clean me, your hands soft against my skin. You warn me before aiming the flow over my face.Â
a conquered princess tied naked and kneeling next to the throne of her enemy, legs spread wide, arms anchored to the floor behind her, torn shreds of her kingdomâs standard stuffed into her mouth and pussy, trying desperately to keep her back straight and proud, to keep her tears from falling down her cheeks