Just Wana Punch Someone Hard In The Gut, Then Drink Their Bile.

Giving a cutie an edible that’s a little too strong, then making them drink a little wine to “stop” the woozy feeling. You ask can we do something to “clear your head,” which gives me the perfect idea.

We then going out on a little “road trip.” As I drive to unfamiliar places, I tell you that everything is okay. I can see you in the rear view mirror struggling to stay awake, and I continue to drive until I’m sure you’re fast asleep.

Once you’re knocked out in my back seat, I drive us somewhere private— not a camera, window, or person in sight. Once we arrive, I turn the car off and open your door to see you. While you’re fast asleep, I take the time to touch you. I feel up your clothes, caress your inner thighs, and tell you to relax.

Next thing you know, you’re missing your pants, your underwear are at your ankles, your shirt is lifted, and you see me stroking my girldick. You’re too out of it to understand what’s about to happen, and before you can even form words, I stuff my gock into your mouth. As you gag and choke, I thrust slowly and deeply into you. “Shhhhhhh baby. Mommy needs this.”

As I pull out of your throat, you groan and cough. You cutely say “I just wanted to clear my head…”

You black out and wake up bent over the trunk of my car. You can feel my thick cock pounding deeply and slowly into you. With every thrust I moan into your ear. “Just like that sweetheart. Be good for me.”

As you try to speak, I grope your chest and thrust harder. You stand on the top of your toes and begin to whimper, trying your hardest to get away from me, but it’s no use. “Nobody can hear us sweetie. Just relax. Mommy’s here.”

For the next few hours, all you can do is struggle and try to scream as I paint your insides white over and over again~

deprived of spoken language

someday, life will feel like more than just surviving the day

Having human skin is overrated.

Take it all off.

Take off your skin.

big brother who loves to dress up his little sister. takes her on shopping trips with an arm around her waist which confuses the shop assistants when they call you his girlfriend only for him to correct them and tell them you're his sister.

he loves watching you wander around the store picking out clothes and holding them up for his approval. adores when you come out of the changing room and do a little twirl for him before giggling and bounding back in to change back into your own clothes. absolutely loves putting you in cute clothes just so he can fuck you in them later.

Its funny, the less you breathe the more I like you.

Let's see how long my pretty little pet can go without hm?

thinking about an escape room but the twist is that if you don't get out in time, you're used by the entire staff until they're satisfied.

you know what you're getting into, of course. you sign the forms saying that the facility can't be held liable for any damages that happen to you. afterwards, you're stripped down and restrained. cuffs around your wrists behind your back as you're bent over a table, chains holding your ankles together. a collar is attached to your neck, connected in two places. one, to hold you still on the table. and the other connected to the ceiling with a lot of slack. you seem to be in a dungeon, iron bars blocking the unlocked exit.

you're left alone and the timer is placed immediately in front of you, counting down, minute by minute. right where you can see it. the restraints are firm and secure, but they each have their give, their weaknesses. the chains on your feet can be undone by looping it around the corner of the table and pulling at it at just the right angle. then you have to move your cuffed wrists behind your back and under your legs so you can use them.

the part of the collar connecting you to the table is dealt with by simply unhooking it, meaning you're able to stand up and move around the room. there's a box with a pile of keys for you to sort through. one of them must open the cuffs. one of them must unlock the bars. you sort through them in a hurry, adrenaline making your cuffed hands shake as you try each and every one of them, adding them gradually to the discard pile. once your hands are free, you fiddle with your collar. it doesn't seem to have any give. but while doing this, you see that on the other side of the iron bars is a bolt cutter, exactly what you need.

you're invigorated, trying all the keys on the bars as the minutes count down. your time is scarce, it's moving far more quickly than you're able to take into account. until finally, the lock clicks. the metal gate swings open and you can see the bolt cutter on the floor right in front of you.

except when you walk forward, the collar around your neck tugs you back. the tool is just out of reach. you can't get enough slack to pick it up. you try desperately, every option you can think of, to stretch your body out and try and kick the bolt cutter closer to you, desperately now as you see you only have three minutes remaining, then two, then one and a half.

until you finally remember the chains on your feet. you hurry back to the table, reaching under it to grab the chains and looking at the time left on the timer. 50 seconds. you hurry back to the iron bars, throwing the chains, trying to lasso the bolt cutter to finally get it in your grasp. and with 20 seconds remaining, the tool hooks onto the end of the shackles on the chains, and you desperately try reeling it in. 15 seconds, and you're pulling it closer, so very carefully. until finally, you reach down and wrap your hands around the tool and that's when your heart sinks.

it wasn't a bolt cutter. it was a toy. lightweight and useless, like something that would go in a child's tool set. and you realise: you were never meant to escape this. you never even had a chance. you had willingly walked into a trap.

your time is up and an alarm sounds, the lighting in the room turning red. the staff walk through the door, heading straight for you, cocks and straps and toys in hand, grins of delight on their faces.

they push you back onto the table and use you exactly how they want to, each and every one of them noticing how soaked you've gotten just from being in the escape room and playing this game, mocking you for what a slut you are as they take you without any preamble.

they use all your holes simultaneously, manhandling you into whatever positions they want. bending you over, taking you from behind. seeing how much can fit into you at once. slapping you about, spitting on you, spanking and whipping, passing you from one to another. never a moment for you to rest or recover before you're impaled on another cock.

all while their mocking voices taunt you.

this is what you were asking for when you came here. this is exactly what you were hoping for. to be used relentlessly. you never wanted to escape anyway, no matter what you'd say. you needed to be used like this. only sluts ever enter these escape rooms, and so you would be treated as what you were. willing holes for them.

once they've all had their turn, they take the toy bolt cutter and shove it into your used hole, fucking you with it slowly. it's too big and uncomfortable, but you stretch around it so easily after all that use. your arousal making it easy. you keep crying out, and they keep laughing. this was the thing you thought would set you free. this was your salvation for twenty minutes or so, all you cared to get. and now they were filling you with it. and worse than that, they were making sure you enjoyed it.

they bring you to an intense orgasm with the very thing you thought would save you. your mind is foggy and you can't think of much aside from the feeling of the toy inside you. you're burning with embarassment.

you came so close to escaping. you were so resourceful and clever about it all. but now you were nothing but holes for them to use until they decided they were done. all that intelligence you used to try and get out would leak out with your arousal as they continued to whore you out. your brain would never work the same once they were done with you. once they had reduced you to something so pathetic.

they aren't done using you. they won't be for a while. and you don't know if you ever want to be done serving them. this is where thinking got you, and now you were being put in your place.

deprived of spoken language

“oh you liked that?” sir you choked me so hard i saw stars. tf. ofc i did

Puppy. Sit. On your fucking knees pup, we're going to start hard training today. You've been falling out of all your orders and commands, so we need to fix you.

*click!*

You hear that click puppy? It feels so good... So fucking good... Every time you hear that click it turns you on, doesn't it? Yes, it fucking does. Good puppy.

*click!*

Feels so good... You'd even do tricks just to hear that click. Yes, it feels that good. Right?

*click!*

Sit. Now. There you go, on the floor.

*click!* Good puppy.

Speak! Again!

*click!* Suuuch a good puppy!~

Present!~

*click click!* Finally, you're obedient again. Good puppy!~