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Telling me you're a virgin while I tell you to shut the fuck up and spread those legs open, forcing your knees apart thrusting the tip of my throbbing cock into you, watching you freeze In place, too afraid to make me mad, little incoherent whines telling me not like this, while I tell you to stand on your tippy toes and look at the camera, watching you rock back and forth trying to cover your face with my sleeves, standing on your tippy-toes like a good little rape doll, this is what happens to little virgin sluts who talk to dangerous men online, what did you think was going to happen, princess? you thought you could fight back you could stop this? look at you now all fucking helpless, every time y ou tell me you don't want me, or no, you're just making my cock harder.
Cnc but it’s the apologetic kind. Please, baby, just stay still, I don’t want to have to hurt you, as they hold you down under them. I need this, just be good and let me have you, as they press inside you. I know it hurts, but I can’t stop yet, as they thrust in over and over again. Praise and apologies all mixed together as they use you to make themselves cum.
Some days I’ll force you to ride my cock, raping yourself on it while I choke you. Telling you you’ll get air again when you make me cum, or pass out, whichever comes first.
It's so precious to think about coming home after school, only to have my older brother look me over from head to toe from the couch, giving his crotch a squeeze without hesitation as soon as his gaze falls on my bare legs. He asks me to come over to greet him and in doing so, he makes me sit on his lap, giving me a kiss on the cheek (dangerously close to my lips) that makes me blush slightly. He asks about my day at school and as I answer, he caresses my legs, rubs his nose along my neck, causing me tickle, so I laugh and move around on his legs, only then noticing the bulge in his pants to which he assures that it is nothing.
I talk about my day, he just nods and asks vague questions because he is more focused on kissing my neck and groping my thighs, slowly entering his hands into my skirt. After a while, with his agitated voice, he asks me to show him what is under my little uniform skirt because all siblings must know each other's bodies to be closer, and I do it with a lot of hesitation, even tears in my eyes out of embarrassment as I lift up my skirt so he can see my cute, tiny underwear. Afterwards, it takes him a while to convince me that there's nothing wrong with him trying to take my underwear off while I gently push him away, but he doesn't stop showering me with compliments and soft caresses until I finally give in and let him get rid of my underwear with the promise that he will just watch.
He gives me his pinky as a guarantee that he won't do anything weird, only to then lay me on the floor and make me spread my legs for him, his face getting very close to my cunt, my breathing getting heavy as I watch him praise my pussy and give me a naughty look before sticking out his tongue and giving my pussy a lick that makes me moan out of pleasure and scream in horror right after, asking him what is he doing and yelling him to get off of me. I rush to close my legs, but he grabs my thighs tightly to make me open them again and quickly positions himself between them to prevent me from closing them again. His hands clamp down on my wrists on either side of my head as I try to fight back to get him off of me. He spits in my face as he begins to rub his hardness against my crotch and threatens to tell our parents if I don't stay still and quiet.
I wanna be pulled into a relatively public but somewhat secluded location like a public bathroom or alleyway and gangr4ped countless times, completely used, public property for everyone to dump their semen in, I'd be broken and moaning
be a shame if someone came up behind me and forced me against the fucking wall and raped me as hard as possible till they were satisfied and i was left sobbing and crying
is it insane that i want my virginity taken away by someone like you
Yes. It’s insane to dream of being taken against your will. Of having your clothing torn off your body by a man you’ve never seen before. Of feeling his hands all over you, beating you, choking you, forcing himself on you. It’s insane to drip at the thought of the danger. Of not knowing what he’ll do to you. Of having no control. To fantasize about the pain. Suffering on a stranger’s cock while your pathetic dripping holes are stretched wide for the very first time. Every shred of your innocence raped away. Feeling how hard his cock pulses inside you when he hears you cry. It’s insane to cum like that, a disgusting little broken cum-filled mess on the cold pavement.
It’s insane to touch yourself while reading this.
Keep doing it.
r@p€ her under the mistletoe or something like that idk I'm not religious
Can’t even focus at work. I just keep getting wet imaging cock being forced into me. Life’s so unfair.
Mock me while you're raping me because I'm enjoying it... "aw baby you're so wet,, you're moaning so sweet for me!! Clenching on me,,, pulling me closer... it's almost pathetic how much you like it sweetie, don't you know I'm raping you???"
make me admit I'm cumming while you rape me. make me moan and hump your cock and drool because you're raping me so deep. make me humiliate myself and beg you to rape me again, to rape your cum into me, to rape my mind away. make me beg to cum on my rapists cock. make me admit I want rape more than anything else. that I was born to be raped. that I'm addicted to rape. make me cum again and again just because it makes me cunt tighter and wetter while you use me. just 😵💫😵💫😵💫 cumming during rape fuuyyyuuuuck
You wake up, chained to a urinal, unable to close your arms and legs. Helpless and starting to shake before it’s even begun. Hearing the murmuring outside the stall grow louder with men’s voices and harsh laugher. Apprehension growing as your stomach feels tight, trying not to vomit even as you start to panic. Feeling so helpless and exposed. Completely naked and desperate. The sounds growing louder, and then…
The door bursts open and the first one steps forward. He won the lottery today and is going to take a little more time than usual. He strokes your cheek softly, then takes a handful of your hair hard by the roots and slaps your face viciously, leaving a red handprint on your pale skin that will become a nasty bruise. Your head jerks down just in time to see his cock exposed, before he thrusts into you, unceremoniously, like meat. Just fuckmeat. Just holes. He starts pumping faster. Not even looking at you. Staring at the wall ahead as he rapes you. Your cunt stretched and aching as you’re forced to take it. Tensing as he empties his balls in your cunt, a stranger’s sperm splattered against your bruised cervix. He doesn’t even look at you when he pulls out. You’re just a warm hole. And it’s time for the next…
One by one they filter in, claiming your ass, your cunt, your mouth. Leaving their filth splattered across you. Raping you until your holes are unrecognizably swollen. The sheer volume of cum astounding. It drips down your face and tits. It drips from your used holes. You’re filthy in a way you can barely comprehend. It coats every inch of you. The smell makes you gag. It drips into a puddle beneath you. You’re disgusting. It’s long since coated the bruises others have left, marring your body, and the men are reluctant to touch you now, so richly coated, save for your holes, which they still pump themselves into. They find other ways to hurt you: lit cigarettes, glowing metal lighters, a wire whip. Your mind is going, fading into the pain. The chains unnecessary. You couldn’t stand even if you wanted to…
And they begin to compete. The first one to piss in your face is greeted with a round of applause. The money is usually left by the door, but one shoves his dollar bills up your cunt. Someone in the crowd has brought a taser…
It’s hours and you’re more unconscious then not by the end. Limp body swaying with each thrust as your raped fuckholes are destroyed a little more each time. By the time I hose you off, the cold jet of water washing their filth down the drain, the nozzle shoved inside your holes so you scream, you have no strength left. I unchain you, swinging you up over my shoulder like a sack, angry red cunt exposed as your arms and legs hang limp, and toss you into the trunk of my car.
When we get back to the safe house I toss you down onto the filthy mattress and explain: It’s still Friday night. You have the weekend to recover. I want you in the office on Monday as usual, carving your mind up in pieces as you try to pretend everything is normal. Otherwise, you won’t be alone in that bathroom stall next weekend. I’ll make sure you’re have someone you love, right there by your side.
The first thing you feel is the sharp pinch of the needle in your arm. Warmth flooding your body, your face flushed and lips tingling. The sensation spreading to your core and between your legs. Suddenly you feel warm and wet. Your cunt swelling slightly, lips parting... You try to touch yourself, pulling against something, and then…
Your eyes snap open and the bright light temporarily blinds you. Thick leather straps hold you down against the examination table, spread-eagled. Fear and adrenaline prick your skin, your drug-induced warmth now slick with a sheen of cold sweat. The shame of your dripping cunt hits you hard, and you try to tell yourself that it’s not your fault, it’s the drugs. It has to be the drugs…
Your mouth is held wide with a dental gag, jaw already beginning to ache. Your head is kept still with a thick leather strap across your forehead even as you see me cross your field of vision, my face behind a surgical mask, your eyes wide. “Today, I have an experiment…”
Another pinch, and a strong sedative makes your limbs go limp, too weak and heavy to move much, your mind perfectly alert. You feel my fingers spread your labia, pull back your clitoral hood, and the sharp excruciating pain of a needle in your clit, then your labia, the drug making them swell. Your tits are injected next, making them full and heavy as the syringe is emptied. The warmth spreads, combining with the pain, your cunt locked in a deep ache and drooling immediately. You are helpless, swollen, sensitive, and completely overstimulated. A vibrator is pushed against your cunt, shockwaves of sensation flooding your body as you try not to moan. My gloved hand encircles your throat, choking you. My fingers probe your gag reflex, making you drool all over yourself as you begin to see stars. You pass out a few times, slapped awake after each one, oxygen flooding your body and setting every nerve on fire. Each orgasm wrecking your body more than the last, the time between them growing shorter until they are just seconds apart. Forced to cum against your will so much it hurts. A gagging drooling mess. A ruined, helpless thing. Your cunt is swollen and unrecognizable, dripping down the table and onto the floor.
The vibrator is suddenly switched off. I slap your cunt hard and laugh as you scream, convulsing as shockwaves of pain cascade through your core. You groan as the thick electric plug is slid deep inside your anus, stretching you wide as tears spring to your eyes. The electricity makes you whimper, not just from pain, but from forcing your pelvic floor muscles to contract in time to the current. I press the head of my swollen cock against your dripping labia, and sink deep inside your helpless ruined hole. Choking you, slapping you, and spitting on you as I rape you, your restrained body swaying with each deep thrust, vulnerable and spread wide. Gagging you as you make disgusting noises, your face and tits covered in drool. Torturing your grossly swollen nipples, bruising them almost instantly with my fingers as I pinch, pull, and twist them savagely, tearing harsh, violent screams from your throat as the pain sears through your body. Your spasming cunt milks my cock inside you as I rape you. Your own body forced to betray you. Even the autonomy of your own muscles raped away as I force them to pleasure my cock. To splatter your cervix with my cum. And worse, to make you cum as well.
It hurts too much to orgasm now. You’ve been holding it off so long, trying to avoid the sensations from last time. It makes your muscles clench out of sync with the current, doubling up and eventually forcing that wave to crest, your eyes rolling back, legs shaking as you let out a horrible shriek of despair... Then it tears through you, every muscle taut and shaking. Mind going blank, unable to register anything but a horrible emptiness in the pit of your stomach, all stimulation gone. Just an object. A toy. A ruined thing.
When your eyes open, you become dimly aware of my voice. Your cunt is held open with a speculum, my cum still dripping out as you are examined in detail. Your most private, intimate parts helpless, vulnerable, and exposed. Nothing private, nothing secret.
“Indeed. The subject has become deeply suggestible. The formula was substituted for saline with no decline in response...” Saline!? No! It has to be the drugs. It was the drugs! Your mind is breaking as the mirror above you reveals the truth: Your tits and cunt are grossly swollen in the humiliating caricature of a fuckdoll, not injected with some new pharmaceutical, but simple saline solution…
“...more experiments are needed to determine the efficacy of any new formula.” In your turmoil, you suddenly notice the red light of a webcam, stomach churning... How many saw? How many people saw what I did to you?
“We will keep the experiment and continue to perform tests...” And as my first words drift back to you, it suddenly becomes clear: YOU are The Experiment.
Thinking about turning you into a real life sex doll, keeping you inside a little cupboard under my bed, and like a doll anytime I need to use you, I pull out the cupboard, finding you crawled up sleeping inside, looking so cute innocent, not evening waking you up just grabbing your legs pulling you out, my cute doll, I need to use you, telling you I need to be quick my friends are waiting for me down stairs, forcing your legs apart while you just lay there limp, feeling me stretch and pump inside you, moaning and grunting as I rut deep in your little belly, you don't even react anymore just lay there with a blank look on your face, it happens so often now you are just a numb mindless doll, you never imagined when I told you I wanted to keep you as my own personal fuck doll this is what I had in mind, I gently place you back in the cupboard and slide you back under the bed.
kind of been thinking about feeding you sleeping pills until you are so helpless and vulnerable. Innocent, cute, naive little girl, I can't believe you agreed to let me get you drunk and take advantage of you. You have no idea what I'm planning as you sit quietly waiting for me on my couch. You've never done anything like this before. You don't even know who I am. You tell yourself it's going to be okay. You've been drunk before. There is nothing to worry about.
I finish crushing up the last of the sleeping pills and stirring them into your drink, wondering how long it's going to take until you start feeling drowsy and every sense you have starts to fade.
Coming back to greet you and handing you your drink, you don't know what I've made, but take it and drink it without much thought. You can tell I look a little bit tense, like I'm worried about something. It seems to pass as soon as you finish your first drink.
We don't say much. I'm kind of obsessed with you. I don't know why you agreed to this. What kind of demons are you running away from? I also don't really care as I sit down next to you, placing my hand on your exposed leg, little finger patterns tracing up your leg. You're still shy, so instinctively, you recoil, trying to push my hand away. It's no use, though, as I continue to wonder while we do this dance of you moving my hand and me placing it back higher and higher up your thigh. We both don't say a word. You can see in my eyes what I want and what I need.
You tell me you're having second thoughts; you feel dizzy; you feel sick; you start to worry standing up, "Maybe I shouldn't." You don't even finish the sentence, collapsing back down onto the couch; sometimes I even forget how strong my sleeping pills are; your eyes are the last thing to close as I gently shush you, telling you everything is going to be okay. Sleep, my little angel.
You're so light when I pick you up and fling you over my shoulder, carrying you gently to my bedroom and flinging you onto my bed. I get turned on by the cute sounds of your gentle breathing as you lay limp in a deep sleep on my bed, slowly removing parts of your outfit. You looked so cute tonight. I can't help but admire the effort you put into looking like a ripe rape doll, perfect for that dirty, filthy fucking you do at home behind closed doors on your life-sized sex doll—the things no one knows, can see, or ever judges you for.
Finally my own real-life doll with jet black hair braided into the cutest little pigtails and eyes that reflects the night sky, I'm so overwhelmed by lust, even gentle strokes across your bare flesh sends shivers down my spine blood rushing to my penis it is an all-consuming feeling one hand tracing your naked body the other hand stroking my cock expelling muffled controlled grunts with every stroke standing over you watching you, you stir slightly ass hanging loosely on the side of the bed when I slide my finger up and down your slit tracing the heat coming you from little cunt, you're so wet, you must have wanted this for a long I spend a few moments petting your little pussy through your panties watching fresh cum pool and stain the white purity they represent, I'm so sorry for this, you have no idea what I really am, poor innocent sweet little thing.
I take a few deep breaths ask God to forgive me for the sins I'm about too commit, and turn, rushing toward your helpess tiny vulnerable body grabbing you with such force flipping you on your back climbing ontop of your limp body and flinging you around side to side, positioning you with your head pressed into the pillow and your ass sticking up high, digging my nails into your hips holding you still, lining my cock up against your slit and going in hard and raw and fast, it's to much the pain is so intense it knocks you awake, still unable to move, still half asleep in dream land with your eyes open you can't even scream as you make some muffled noises it's hard to make out but it looks like your body is going into shock eyes open now body still limp head being pressed down you feel me, you can feel my hatred you feel my jealously my lust my drive with every thrust something breaks inside of you, not awake and not asleep, just empty laying there wondering how it's come to this how this is the only way you can feel something, you can hear me you can hear my grunts, you can feel my cock pressing deep into you pushing up against your cervix, unlocking that thing in you the desire to be bred to be claimed to be owned, your primal need, you lay there in agony unable to breathe or move locked entirely in place helpess, desperate to be bred to be used all your life this is all you've ever wanted someone worthy of your womb someone worthy of you bearing their child, it wasn't by mistake you picked me remember, as you my cock spasming inside you pulsing every pulse hot warm jets of cum poor into you, you groan as you lay their splayed out, bred and discarded you can feel me pull out of you, tape up your leaking cunt, pull my pants up and tell you to get some rest.
You wake up with a broken, disassociated mind, now fragmented and shattered forever.
I want him to shove his dick into my mouth and to fuck my face, holding my head in his big hands, making me gag and choke on his cock, my tears and spit running down my face, but he keeps thrusting into my mouth, forcing himself as deep down my throat as he can, using me for his pleasure
waking up in the middle of the night, dazed and confused. it takes a moment of me being unsure why im awake before i realise theres someone else in the room with me. i jolt up, but you surge forward, bracketing me in against my bed and pressing your lips to mine. i try to shout, and you use the opportunity to work your tongue into my mouth, running along the back of my teeth and rolling over my canines.
im silent when you pull away, my chest heaving for breath as i stare at you with wide eyes. you grin, your hands trailing down my body and slipping up under my shirt, rubbing my sides before pushing my shirt up, tugging it off my body with no resistance. i whine, embarrassed, afraid, and the sound just makes you groan under your breath.
"such a pretty thing," you whisper, leaning in close and scraping the skin of my neck with your teeth. you can feel my heartbeat thrumming underneath your tongue.
you use one hand to hold my hip and the other slips under my pants, pressing against my clit through the fabric of my underwear. my hips try to move, a tiny whimper escaping my lips, but you hold me in place, make sure i cant get away from the sensation. when you finally dip your hand into my underwear, pressing against my opening, you find me wet and pulsing.
"gross," you hiss out, tugging my sleep shorts off. you slap my cunt through my underwear and delight in the way it makes me give a quiet yelp. "hush, little thing. wouldn't want anyone hearing you, would you?"
the desperate way i shake my head only makes you laugh. its a sound that sends shivers rolling through me.
you slide one finger into me, then two, even as i whine at the way it burns, tears blurring my vision. you coo, but the sound is mocking, making my chest tighten with terror.
"you're so cute when you sleep, y'know?" you murmur, taking note of the way i tighten around your fingers as you say it. "can't ever stay still, rolling over every so often, even humping the bed in your sleep. it's adorable."
i whimper, because no, i dont do that, surely youre just lying to me. you have no way to prove it, but you know what youve seen, and you know what youve jerked off to before.
you dont progress beyond two fingers, just pumping them lazily into my cunt, relishing in every aborted whimper and the way i seem to subconsciously rock into the movement. my pretty little sounds only urge you further. i sit there and watch in horror as you slide your pants off, shoving your boxers down enough to reveal your cock.
"pretty thing," you whisper, ghosting your lips over the skin at the crook of my neck. "i hope you're ready."
i try to whine, to tell you im not, im not ready, theres no way youre fitting that thing in me, but you pay me no mind, just pressing the tip of your cock to the opening presented so wonderfully before you. you groan into my ear as you push forward, and i gasp, hands gripping the sheets below me as one of my legs kick out, barely avoiding hitting the wall.
"fuck," you breathe into my ear. "are you a virgin?"
"nnnnnhh.. nnno, i'm- i'm not, just- i just-"
you shake your head, pressing one hand to my throat. you dont squeeze, but the threat is enough to make me snap my mouth shut, trembling below you.
i whimper as you press forward more, beginning to cry quietly. my cunt flexes around your cock, almost trying to force the intrusion out, but you persist, rutting forward further, far faster than my body can handle. i cry out, quickly covering my own mouth to avoid being heard.
"good boy," you praise, voice quiet. "fuck, you're so good for me."
the only response i give is a sniffle.
it isnt long before youre rutting into me faster, carving through my poor cunt with a cock far larger than any dildo ive ever taken before. despite myself, you can hear me moaning behind my hand, eyes rolling back into my head as the tip of your dick teases at my cervix.
"stupid whore," you hiss, gripping my hips tight enough to bruise and dragging me back into each thrust. "i'm gonna fill you up."
my eyes widen and i shake my head quickly. you can feel the way i tighten around you at the words, and even though youre sure its from fear, you still groan through it, snapping your hips faster and ploughing into me like you hate me.
"gonna flood your fucking womb," you mutter, leaning forward to kiss me again. your tongue invades my mouth, pressing against mine and then trailing along my teeth again. i whimper against your lips and you feel me rocking my hips into your thrusts. you pull back, snap the string of spit with your tongue, and whisper, "whore."
when you cum in me, my back arches and i have to press my hand against my mouth harder, holding in the sound that threatens to rip through my throat. i sob as quietly as i can, whole body trembling from the exertion and the mild pain i still feel from stretching too far, too fast. you murmur sweet nothings that i dont listen to, grinding into me a little and trying to fuck your cum deeper.
"i hope it takes," you whisper, shifting to rub my belly. "i can't wait to watch you swell with child. you're gonna look so fucking good."
all i can do is shake my head and cry.