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wrongonesin:

I woke up tied to a strange bed naked, wrists and ankles tied and pulled toward the corners, with a strange man standing over me. He was fully clothed, ski mask and all, but he had his cock out and pointed at me, jacking it in his fist. Of course I was scared out of my mind. And I struggled, and screamed. That seemed only to arouse him more, and he jerked himself off harder and faster, until he groaned and came all over my stomach. He came a lot, and it dripped down, trickling down towards my pussy. Instinctively I raised my hips to prevent the rivulets from reaching my slit. I didn’t want his cum anywhere near touching my unprotected pussy.

I didn’t realize what that must have looked like to him until I heard him chuckle. 

“Oh, soon enough, little slut. I have plenty for your hungry cunt.”

I felt myself go pale and protested that wasn’t what I meant and no he couldn’t but he ignored me, stepped off the bed and left the room.

I cried for help until I was hoarse and pulled at the ties uselessly wile his semen cooled on my body. It seemed a long time before he reappeared, and when he did, he was naked, and hard again. I started shaking my head no, pleading with him, but my words fell on deaf ears.

He stepped to the side of the bed and grabbed a bottle, upending and liberally pouring liquid along his cock, then spreading it around with his hand until it glistened with lube. He came around back between my legs and I sobbed and turned my head, knowing what was going to happen. But I was wrong.

He didn’t just dive between my legs and fuck me. No, he turned, pulled my hip and thigh off the bed, and slid himself up under me, wiggling and positioning until I was lying full on his chest, his head right next to mine. His shiny cock stuck hard and high between my legs, When I turned to look at him he was smiling. 

“Please don’t” I begged. He smiled wider and reached down over me to his cock, grasping it and pointing it toward my helpless pussy.

“Why?” I whined, trying to move my hips away. His other hand came down to  and gripped my hip. It didn’t stop all my movements, but enough for him to get the head of his cock lined up with me.

“Because I can,” he answered as he flexed his hips and drove slowly up iinto me. I tried to rise away from him, but couldn’t get very far. I couldn’t stop him from spearing up into me as far as he wanted. And he wanted to go all the way. He groaned low right in my ear when his long shaft nudged right up against my cervix.

“That’s the spot, right there. That’s where I’m going to cum.”

Futile as my efforts were, I was panicked at the bare cock now slowly fucking me and still tried to get away, until I was a sweaty, exhausted mess. Through it all he fucked me slow and deep, making sure to press all the way to the end every few strokes, as if to remind me. He made his pleasure quite clear, moaning about how good my cunt felt. About how it made him want to shoot inside and fill it up.

Each sound, each word made me fight anew, and I think he meant it that way. I loathed feeling him under me, but eventually got so tired I had to let my full weight settle back on him. He chuckled then too, and rose under me, filling me all the way again, telling me how glad he was I was finally up for the ride. I shook my head no, I wasn’t. He paid no mind.

I knew it was nearing the end when his movements got jerkier, his breathing deeper. It seems like his cock got bigger, too.

Then I felt a hand slide down between my legs, fingers grazing my clit above the pumping shaft. I jerked and screamed hoarsely, shocked at the pleasure that hit me. It made me clamp down inside and he groaned under me.

“That’s a good slut. I knew that hungry cunt wanted this.”

“No!” It was barely a whisper now. His fingers didn’t stop. His cock didn’t stop.

“I’m going to fill this cunt all up. Give you just what you need.”

His fingers moved faster as pushed himself all the way in. His other hand moved up and pinched one of my nipples. It was too much. Shocked and betrayed by my own body, I came like I never had before. Through it all, he stayed buried in me, frigging, pinching, coaxing every shudder from me. My inner muscles squeezed the intruding cock, heightening my unwanted pleasure from the unbearable fullness.

Only after I wailed one last time and collapsed back on him, panting and spent, did he move his hands – one back to my waist, one up to my head to stroke my forehead as he resumed his fucking. He seemed harder than ever now, and his breath was faster.

“Got you off and all ready, sweet slut. No distractions now.”

He stopped speaking but his sounds of pleasure went right in my ear as he pushed up into me and pressed. I felt him inhale under me, swell inside me, and strained away from him. But I couldn’t get away. I felt every pulse of his cock as it erupted inside me, jetting his seed against the entrance to my womb. I wailed in despair as he sighed in delight.

We both sagged in exhaustion. I got to feel his cock deflate inside me, and slowly slip out followed by a slow drip of his cum. His breathing slowed under me, and after some minutes, I turned and realized he’d fallen asleep, a small satisfied smile on his lips. 

But I knew he’d wake up.

wrongonesin:

They were’t robbers. The tools they’d brought weren’t for breaking in to houses. They were for breaking women.  After they’d tied me and mostly stripped me they went to work. They were strong, and patient, and knew how to use their tools.

The first orgasm they forced from me took the longest. I fought the most. But I couldn’t stop it. They had time, and skill, and used both, and made me cum on an insanely buzzing toy pressed into my clit. But that was only the first.

With barely any rest, they started on me again. Different tools, different places, different positions. They made me cum, again, and again, until I was completely exhausted – unable to even moan. By that time, they’d removed every stitch of my clothing and only my wrists were bound. That, and their strong restraining hands had been more than enough up until that point.

Barely awake, in an overloaded daze I felt them lift and lay me on my bed, and finally loosen the rope around my wrists. They were finally done with me?

No. When I opened my eyes I saw one of them kneeling between my legs, naked from the waist down, hard cock pointed at me. He moved slowly, not touching at all, lowering himself to me.

I couldn’t move. I had no restraints, nothing stopping me from pushing rolling away, but I had no strength, and no will. All I could do was watch the head of the cock lower to me, nuzzle my slit, and gently, slowly push its way into me. The intruder fucked me slowly, passionately, like a lover. As if he was making love to me. He even bent over me and kissed me deeply as he rooted in me and came. I could barely moan into his mouth.

He withdrew from me slowly, almost regretfully, but his parter was there to replace him. He came to me the same way. As if consummating a mutual love. I could no more move away from him as his predecessor as his cock split my cum-dripping slit and filled me again. As he fucked me this one suckled each of my nipples in turn. His only contacts with me were his lips, and his cock – and hips when he hilted in me.

And heaven help me if after all this, all the hyperstimulation and overload and now use by two strangers, but I didn’t cum one more time. Maybe their final gentleness, earnestness, had fooled me. But it welled up in me, and with the last bits of my strength, my hips raised to his descending shaft and my inner muscles gripped him spasmodically. 

His growl of approval was the last thing I heard. His cock throbbing inside me, pumping his cum deep as I milked it, and lips on mine, in passionate kiss were the last things I felt.

I woke up hours later, alone, in a dark, empty house. When I tried to move, I felt the toy strapped between my legs spring to life, and hum gently, vibrating from my clit to deep inside me. It was tied there with ropes I was still to weak and tired to figure out. They’d learned exactly what toy and setting to use, though, and even though it was gentler than some of the things they’d used on me, this one slowly, agonizingly pushed me to a long, helpless orgasm before going still. Maybe it went still – maybe I just passed out again.

I woke again in the morning, finally together enough to get a knife to saw through the ropes, but not before the thing woke up again between my legs. By the time I got it free, it had me close one more tim. Gripping the toy to finally pull it from me, I stared at my hand in shock as, instead, it pushed the shaft deeper. Disbelievingly, before I withdrew the toy from me, I made myself cum with it, twice. 

When I finally pulled it out, I collapsed back on my bed, wondering what I had become.

wrongonesin:

“Nothing’s. Going. to Stop. Me!”

Every word a thrust. Every thrust a jarring slap of our bodies. His cock battered the back of my cunt as if he was going to punch right through to my womb. 

And It got worse, he played games with me, pulling back slower to fool my body, making my cunt think I could finally push the cock that last bit out, and desperately, I pushed, bearing down to expel him when only the head was inside me. Exactly when he’d savagely fuck forward, right through my pushing, contracting muscles, forcing me open around him, making me cry out and spasm around him helplessly as he pressed that last tiny bit into me, growling.

“Nothing.”

By the time he flooded me with his seed, I had no fight left at all.

quixerotic:

“Are my tits getting bigger?”  Tessa looked down to see her breasts swollen and rocking back and forth as Rick fucked her.  She could feel his hands squeezing her ass and slowly started to realize that he was squeezing more than he should be.  “Christ, Rick, did you dose me?”

“Only half a pill.  If you like it, we’ll give you the other half.”

“Oh my god, these tits feel amazing.  Wait, no.  I’m not gonna turn into one of those big tittied sluts, crawling around on all fours with milk leaking out my tits.”

“I think your pussy’s getting tighter too.  They didn’t say anything about that on the bottle.”

“Rick, I’m not joking!”  She felt his hand reach around and squeeze her breast, raking his thumb slowly across her nipple.

“You sure about that?”

“Rick there’s nooooo…there’s nuh–nuh—muh….moooooo.”

“Atta girl.  Didn’t want you freaking out on me. Gave you a double dose out the bat.  Can’t wait to have a glass of milk from these fat teats.”

hentext:

She stared out at the cold ocean, watching as steel-black clouds rolled across the sky. It was the first time she had ever seen so much water in one place before, even though it had only been a three day journey to sea. Three days in which she had spent bound across back of a horse, her captor’s hand playing between her legs to relieve his boredom as he and his men rode back to their ships. Three days since they had fallen upon the village she had once called home, putting all the men and any of the women they didn’t want to the sword before burning the houses. The prettier girls had been taken as prizes, forced to march behind the men who had claimed them, while the children thrown into wagons to be sold later as slaves.

Only she had been special enough to ride. The man who had toyed with her had not been the largest of the warriors, or the strongest, or the cruelest, but it was clear that he was their leader. He had personally selected her from the crowd, pulled her in front of his men and her village, then drawn his sword. For a moment she had thought he was going to cut her down as well, some sort of twisted example, but after his blade had whistled through the air the only thing to fall was her clothes, much to the delight of his men. They were even more delighted as he took her right then and there, forcing his cock into her mouth until she felt something hot and bitter spill across her tongue. Even then her humiliation was not through. Tears had filled the corner of her eyes as he threw her to the ground and mounted her the way her father’s dogs had taken the bitches when they were in heat. This was no spring-time coupling, no dalliance beneath the maypole, but a simple, brutal introduction to her knew life. Once he had finished he had tossed her the simple, ill-fitting shift she now wore. It fell constantly, exposing her breasts to the hungry gazes of his men. He encouraged their jests as a way of reminding her of her new status. She no longer even had a name. Now she was just “Bitch” or “Slut” or “Whore”, whatever they felt like calling out as they rode past.

Now as they set to loading their ships, guiding their other captives into the hold, she knelt on the coarse sand and let it run between her fingers. This would be the last time she would ever see her homeland, to have the chance to hold it’s rich earth in her hands. They were going to carry her across those merciless waves back to the land from which they had come. They would mark her with their brand, bolt an iron collar to her neck. She would be made to work his home, his farm, then be used each night in his bed until she was too broken down to be used any longer, or they found a new toy to entertain him. She knew this.

Just as she knew the dampness between her legs had nothing to do with the sea air that blew around her…

unintendedpleasure:

This then, was what thorough defeat felt like, Gia realized as she lay strung in her compromising and humiliating posture. The musky aroma of freshly squirted feminine juices filled the hold.

Captured trying to shut down the Syndicate’s pleasure slave operation aboard a dingy old cargo ship, she herself was captured, stripped naked and tied in the current posture before the slaves she was meant to rescue. She was then subjected to a merciless fingering of her g-spot that led to her succumbing to a series of orgasms of unprecedented intensity. She lost all control and doused the deckboards with her feminine juices.

Presently, she heard the ships engines starting, and realized that she who had come to stop such indulgent slavery had become a slave herself. She was being shipped, completely naked, to an unknown fate, with only the promise of double the intensity of forced pleasure and humiliation in store for her given her Interpol agent background.

Credits: Gia Dimarco from Hogtied.