Forced To Rim Ass

A deal is a deal, not that I have a choice.

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Found this list on tumblr and removed some and added some suggestion for an alpha on how to abuse a slave.

Sit back and make him suck your dick, nice and slow.

Train him to deepthroat your cock.

Fuck his face, balls-deep, like it’s a pussy.

Cock slap him.

Make him lick your sweaty balls.

Make him service you in a public place (e.g., a restroom, a park, your car).

Spit on him.

Make him clean your sweaty ass after you work out.

Make him wear a puppy tail in his ass.

Piss on him.

Piss down his throat.

Piss in his ass.

Make him drink your piss from a glass.

Piss on a pair of underwear, or a jock strap, then wring it out over his face.

Finger his hole.

Fuck his ass.

Spank him.

Paddle him or whip him.

Fuck him with a dildo.

Tie him up and use his holes.

Smack or slap his face.

Call him names.

Tag team him with a buddy.

Gangbang him with a group of friends or strangers.

Whore him out to friends or strangers.

Make him sniff and lick your piss- and/or cum-stained underwear.

Gag him with your dirty underwear, jockstrap or cum rag when you’re fucking him.

Cum on his face.

Cum on his face and make him wear the load out in public.

Cum on his ass.

Cum directly down his throat.

Cum in your hand, and make him eat it from your hand like a dog.

Organize a bukkake and cover his face with multiple cum loads.

Make him eat your cum off your buddy’s cock.

Cum on the floor or a table and make him lick it up.

Make him drink your load(s) from a shot glass.

Cum on food and make him eat it.

Double-penetrate him with another Top or with a dildo.

Flick or twist his nipples.

Write names (e.g., faggot, bitch, pig, slut), pictures (e.g., a cock and balls, a pig face, a toilet) or phrases (e.g., insert cock here, with an arrow pointing to its holes) on his body.

Make him wear a butt plug out in public (e.g., to the bar, to the gym, to the grocery store).

Piss on his underwear then make him wear them home.

Tie him to your toilet when you have guys over, and tell them to use him instead of the toilet.

Don’t let him cum.

Make him ask your permission to jerk off or cum.

Make him eat his own cum.

Make him jerk off or finger himself while you and/or your friends watch.

Make him watch while you fuck another faggot.

Position him beneath you while you’re fucking another faggot and make him lick your cock as it goes in and out of the faggot’s hole.

Make him eat your ass while you’re fucking another faggot.

Make him clean your cock off after you fuck him.

Make him clean your cock off after you fuck another faggot.

Make him eat your load out of another faggot’s ass.

Take photos and/or videos of him servicing your cock.

Blindfold him when you use him.

Fist his hole.

Cum in his ass.

Make him fuck another faggot, or get fucked by another faggot, while you watch.

Make him and another faggot fuck themselves on a double-ended dildo while you watch.

Make him lick your feet.

Use him as a footrest.

Make him give you a massage or footrub.

Take him to a bar; when his beer’s empty, refill the glass or bottle with your piss and make him drink it in public.

Make him pee at the urinal (e.g., at the movies, at the gym, at the bar) with his pants around his ankles so everyone knows he’s a faggot.

Shave his body.

Make him wear a puppy tail in his ass.

Save your piss in a bucket, and make him bathe with it.

Keep him in chastity.

Decide what he wears.

Make him wear a collar and leash.

Keep him in a cage.

Make him do domestic chores for you (e.g., laundry, cleaning, shopping).

Make him sniff poppers, then use him.

Make him wear a ball gag.

Make him crawl in your presence, like a dog.

Make him eat his meals out of a dog dish.

Make him service anonymous cock at a gloryhole.

Engage him in forced workouts.

Make him beg for your cock.

Feed him your pre-cum.

Make him call you “Master” or “Sir.”

Make him wear a hood while you use him so that the only sensation he has is the feeling of your cock in his hole.

Make him lick you head to toe

Make him drink a bottle of your piss left somewhere in a public place and order him to tape it!

Go in to a club’s bathroomat the same time and order him to leave his half full glass of his cocktail in the toilet before you and add to the cocktail your piss, leave him the glass somewhere and order him to drink it in front of you.

Go to a public bathroom together and while standing in front of urinals make him put your head down to your urinal and drink your piss.

Make a video you raping him, cuming in his ass and forcing him to drink your piss and post it on tumblr claiming ownership of him.

Make him wear a puppy tail and take him for a walk outside.

Make him wear women’s lingery and fuck him like a whore.

Mummify him and fuck him in his mouth and ass.

Tie him up with chains or rope and let him sleep on the floor next to your bed.

Choke him while you fuck him in missionary position.

Pull his hair while you fuck him in doggy position.

Make him wear a collar showing your ownership in public.

Make him come to your work place and service you in anyway you need.

Make him wear a cock cage.

Make him wear ball weights.

Make him give you his social profile passwords to monitor his communication.

Make him raport sexual contacts with other guys.

Make him write an online diary of all sexual contacts and sub duties.

Perhaps it is just semantics but I don’t  regard most of these as ways to “abuse” a fag slave but rather to give it the attention it craves and as ways an Alpha can show His affection and that he sees the fag slave for what it is.

Daddy doesn't like you dressing like a slut, I like your childish panties

Enhanced Prison - Part One

Ben had fucked up badly, but the idea of spending the next thirty years in prison was unthinkable.

He sat in the bus in his orange prisoner hoodie and striped pants, his wrists cuffed to a chain around his stomach, his legs shackled, headed towards the state penitentiary. He couldn’t believe that this was real, that he was about to spend the next thirty years of his life locked up. He’d be 59 the next time he saw freedom.

As the prison came into view, he and the other prisoners all grew quiet. It looked like something out of a nightmare, surrounded by barbed wire and guards. A heavily armed guard waved the bus through as a series of gates opened and shut to let the prisoners inside.

They filed off the bus. Ben had to get used to walking in shackles, but at least they’d be coming off soon. All the prisoners were taken to what looked like an assembly room with benches. There was a podium at the front. Ben sat down with the rest of the prisoners.

The warden came out. He was a large man – large, but not fat. His arms and legs were huge, and the man barely had a neck to speak of. He looked out at the prisoners with a sinister gleam in his eye.

“Welcome, prisoners,” he said. “Each of you was selected because you have sentences of 30 or more years, but none of you committed violent crimes. Check fraud, drug trafficking, larceny. Our prisons are overcrowded, so the state is starting a new program. And you get to be our test subjects.”

The prisoners shifted. No one said anything.

“The point of prison,” the Warden said, “is to rehabilitate, not merely to punish. We have developed a program that will let you serve a significantly reduced sentence, as long as you are willing to endure some – accommodations,” he said. “Gentlemen, come with me, and I will explain further.”

The prisoners looked around at each other, confused. Still, Ben was excited to think that part of his sentence might be reduced. He was with about seven other prisoners, each wearing the orange prisoner hoodie, each in orange and white striped pants and black boots. They stayed shackled and handcuffed as they followed the Warden, and a pair of guards, each carrying a rifle in their hands, followed behind.

They walked through the prison yard and into an area that looked like it had been built recently. It had no windows, just three stories, as best as Ben could tell, and a single door in the front. The door was solid metal with a small window inside of it.

The Warden slid his ID through the slot on the side of the door, and a buzzer sounded. The door opened.

Once the doors were closed inside, it took Ben’s eyes a few minutes to adjust. There were eight tablet computers on what looked like school desks. Each prisoner sat down at a desk, and the guards and Warden went around and fastened their shackles to the desk with a padlock. The desks themselves were bolted to the floor.

“On the menu,” the Warden said. “You will see some ways that your sentence will be made more unpleasant, thus assuring that you will learn your lesson and you will never want to return to prison. For each option you select, a percentage of your sentence will be reduced. Note, however, that the percentages are not cumulative. Each option you select will take less and less from your sentence. “The guards are coming around to put some headphones and VR goggles on your heads. Watch the video. It will help you understand your choices.”

The guard came around and put some goggles over Ben’s eyes and some headphones over his ears. Everything was blacked out.

And suddenly – everything was white. The Warden stood inside the video.

“Welcome to the demonstration,” the video Warden said. “I am going to demonstrate each of your options. When the video experience is concluded, you will select on the tablet computer which options you will include to make your stay more unpleasant. The more options you select, the more unpleasant, and the shorter, your sentence will be.”

An orange-clad prisoner stepped into the frame. “Hello, Warden,” the prisoner said.

“Hello, 589,” the Warden said. “Are you ready to help with the demonstration?”

“Yes, Warden,” the prisoner said.

“First of all,” the Warden said, “no matter what you choose, being in the program at all requires you to be handcuffed and shackled at all times. There are no exceptions and it will not, by itself, take any time off your sentence.”

The prisoner had shackles on his booted ankles and his hands were cuffed. The handcuff chain was a little longer than a normal handcuff chain, giving him a little more range of motion than the normal “arrest cuffs.”

“Now, your sentence reduction options. First up, the chastity cage,” the Warden said. The prisoner dropped his pants slightly to reveal a cock encased in a steel device. “No sex, no masturbation, no touching yourself. Choose this, and your sentence is reduced to 80 percent.”

Ben was about to consider the absurdity of wearing something like that on his cock when the “80 %” showed up in black letters across the screen. That was already six years off his sentence.

“A muzzle,” the Warden said. The prisoner’s pants were back up, but his face was wrapped in a leather mask that wrapped around his head and kept his jaw. “You won’t be able to talk or eat while you’re wearing it. You’ll wear it in 7 ½ hour shifts – and each shift reduced the sentence.” A table of text appeared in black as the Warden spoke, revealing the numbers. “One shift reduces to 95 percent. Two shifts is another 95 percent, and three shifts – so basically, all the time, except when you’re eating – an additional 90 percent. All three add up to a reduction to about 81 percent.”

The prisoner’s muzzle was removed. “Hygiene Reduction Torture,” the Warden said.

“What’s that?” the Prisoner asked.

“You’ll be provided with no deodorant or soap, ever,” the Warden said. The prisoner suddenly looked filthy, hair greasy and skin covered in grime.

“Disgusting? Absolutely! And your sentence is reduced to 85 percent.”

The filthy prisoner returned back to his clean-looking self. “Adding a steel collar, which we’ll weld closed around your neck” – the collar appeared around the neck of the shackled prisoner – “is a reduction to 90 percent.” The neck collar didn’t vanish like some of the other options had. As the Warden cycled through the rest of the options, the prisoner’s collar stayed on.

“Each of you has a cell that is 10 feet by 5 feet. If you opt, instead, to sleep inside a small cage, 5 by 3 x 3, it’s reduced to 95 percent.” The prisoner stepped into a small cage, and the door closed and locked behind him.

“Sleep deprivation torture means you’ll only get to sleep five hours a night, with no naps allowed, ever, but it reduces your sentence to 90 percent. Urinal service” – the prisoner was let out of the cage, but he wore a type of gag that had a funnel at the end of it – “means that the guards piss down your throat, and your sentence is reduced to 90 percent. Punching bag torture” – the prisoner’s hands were suspended over his head – “means that for 15 to 20 minutes a day, a guard gets to use you for a punching bag!” The Warden socked the prisoner in the stomach, for effect.

“Sensory deprivation torture will gain you some quick reductions,” the Warden said. The prisoner wore a hood that completely blocked out its vision and hearing. “Like the muzzle, it’s in 7 ½ hour shifts – 90 percent, 85 percent, and 80 percent. If you take all three, you’ll get 90 minutes a day to see and hear, and your sentenced is reduced to 61 percent.”

Ben’s heart leapt. Having to be hooded all the time sounded awful, but that was almost half of his sentence if he took all three shifts.

“Leashed to the wall.” The prisoner’s hood was off, but now a chain, around 8 feet long, reached from his neck and was bolted to a length of wall that had popped up behind him. “You’ll spend 16 hours a day chained like this to a wall for a reduction to 85 percent. Kick it up to 24 hours a day, and it’s an additional 75 percent – for a total reduction to 64 percent.”

The leash and the wall disappeared. Once again the prisoner’s hands were suspended above his head. “Suspension torture,” the Warden said. “For three hours a day, you’re chained up like this. If you pick this and punching bag torture, you can do them together. This is a reduction to 85 percent.

“Electro shock torture” – the prisoner was no longer suspended, but there was something added to the steel collar, a small mechanism that stuck out – “means that you will receive 12 random shocks throughout the day. They are completely random and can come at any time.”

The Warden pressed a button, and the prisoner screamed, grabbing the collar that he couldn’t remove. The prisoner fell to his knees, but the shock ended about five seconds after it started. “This is a reduction to 85 percent.

“Hypnosis therapy,” the Warden continued, “means you’ll spend an hour a day plugged into the very device you’re wearing now.” The prisoner’s ears had headphones and his eyes were covered with the VR goggles. “You’ll learn new skills, learn to be a better person, and get a reduction to 80 percent of your sentence.

“Now, the last three options. You’re already going to be shackled and handcuffed, so why not upgrade?” The prisoner’s wrists and ankles were no longer just cuffed and ironed – instead, he wore heavy manacles and heavy shackles, adding what looked like ten extra pounds of weight. “The manacles take you to 80 percent, and the shackles to 80 percent. Do both, and you’re at 64 percent.

“The final option,” the Warden said, “is the most important one.” The prisoner vanished, leaving just the Warden. “Participation in the Enhanced Prison is entirely voluntary. You can end it at any time, and whatever time you served in the Enhanced Prison will be subtracted from your sentence. If, however, you choose to make your restrictions involuntary, meaning you cannot back out, you will earn” – the number loomed large in the video, “a 50 percent reduction in your sentence.”

The video ended. The VR goggles and headphones were removed.

“As you can see,” said the real Warden, “Enhanced Prison won’t be easy or pleasant. But try out your options and see how much your sentence can be reduced.”

Ben’s cuffs were taken off the belly chain so he could use the tablet. It was already programmed for him specifically.

Prisoner: Benjamin Howard Original Sentence: 30 Years Click each box to add or remove the Sentence Reduction Option.  Leg Irons                        Not Optional Handcuffs                     Not Optional Chastity                          80% Muzzle 1/3                    95% Muzzle 2/3                    95% Muzzle 3/3                    90% Hygiene Reduction       85% Steel Collar                   90% Cage Sleeping              95% Sleep Deprivation          90% Urinal Service               90% Punching Bag               90% Sensory Dep. 1/3          90% Sensory Dep. 2/3          85% Sensory Dep. 3/3         80% Leashed 2/3                  85% Leashed 3/3                  75% Suspension Torture      85% Electro Shock               85% Hypnosis Therapy        80% Heavy Manacles          80% Heavy Shackles           80% No Reset                       50%     UPDATED SENTENCE: 30 Years

What could Ben live with? He put check boxes next to chastity, steel collar, heavy manacles, and heavy shackles.

The final line revealed the updated sentence: 13 years, 10 months.

Just like that, his sentence had been cut in half. When he checked the “No Reset” option, meaning he couldn’t go back and be a regular prisoner, he was down to 6 years, 11 months.

Suddenly Ben realized that he could have some sort of future. He could get out before he was 40. He didn’t necessarily love the idea of being chained up all the time, but he already knew he was going to do it.

Already down to seven years, Ben wondered – what else could he live with? Maybe he was going about this wrong. He was in prison, for shit’s sake. It was already going to suck. Quickly he went through and added every option, just to see what would happen, and was shocked to see what his potential sentence could be.

Updated Sentence: 9 months.

He stared at that number for a long time. Each unpleasant thing he removed would add months or years to his sentence, a sentence that was already going to be fucking terrible because of the Enhancements. What could he absolutely NOT deal with?

He removed “Urinal Service.” 10 months. An extra month not to have to drink piss seemed worth it. He clicked “Sensory Deprivation” down from full time to 2/3 time. 1 year.

He sighed. He clicked off “Hygiene Reduction” and it added three months. Could he live without being clean for a year? At the end of the year, would he have wished he’d just been smelly and gross the entire time?

No. He wanted to be able to bathe. Clicking off “Electro Shock” added an extra two months. There were still lots of tortures, lots of indignities. But when he tried to click off being leashed to the wall, it added ten months back onto his sentence.

He could handle being chained to the wall. He could. He’d be clean, he wouldn’t be being shocked all the time, and he wouldn’t have to drink anyone’s piss. A year and a half instead of 30 years. He’d be chained up and muzzled the whole time, he’d sleep in a cage, he’d be hooded and tortured a whole, whole lot. But his life could go on later.

“Are you ready?” the guard asked.

Ben nodded. “Yeah, I – I think so,” he said.

The guard nodded to the Warden. “This one’s ready, Sir.”

The Warden grinned. “Good. Get him ready please, Mr Galveston. Once he’s all situated, the sentence can begin.”

* * *

Unlike the no-necked Warden, Galveston seemed kind, pleasant, almost friendly. In a different life, maybe they could have gotten along better. His hair was cut pretty short, showing lots of skin where the sides and back of his head were shaved, and he walked with a swagger and confidence that Ben, even in these circumstances, actually envied.

“Hey,” Galveston said to Ben, “you didn’t check the ‘urinal service’ one. That’s probably one of the easiest ones. It’ll take two whole months off your sentence.”

“I don’t want to drink piss,” Ben said.

“Bro,” Galveston said, smiling, “it’ll be my piss. It won’t be that bad. It’ll only be once a day. You’ve checked off so many things here that you’re basically gunna be in hell for a year. What’s one more thing? Do that and the electro shock torture and you’re talking another four months. That’s four months sooner you can get back to your life.”

They arrived in an open area with a bench built into the wall. There were no windows, but the lights here made it easy to see without being unpleasant. “All right, dude, let’s get you ready.” Galveston cuffed Ben to the bench and went to get everything ready, pulling chains and things out of the cabinets. “Okay, let’s do the chastity first.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Nah, dude. It just feels snug. The Warden had us do all this too. The ‘prisoner’ in the video you watched was actually another guard. I’ve put on and done everything you can do. That’s what I’m telling you, seriously. The shock collar’s not that bad. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it fucking sucks for those few seconds, but then it’s over.”

“You drank piss?”

“My own piss,” Galveston said. “You had to do everything on the list to get this assignment. Okay! Let’s get your cock locked away.”

The device went around Ben’s cock. He was surprised how hard he tried to get, all things considered. He was surprised by how much he liked having Galveston slide the device on, attaching the rings and the cage and then snapping it all into place. A well-placed rivet rendered the entire thing permanent.

“All right. So from now on you’ll have to wear snap-on clothes because you’re going to be chained up all the time.” Galveston pulled out the heavy chains Ben would be wearing continuously.

“I’m literally never taking them off? The whole time?”

“Not even once,” Galveston said. “We have to make sure they fit right, because once they’re on, they’re on. We don’t have to have you change clothes yet. Later we can just cut off the clothes you’re wearing right now.”

Still cuffed to the bench, Ben’s other restraints got removed – briefly. On went the heavy manacles, the heavy shackles, and a thick steel collar with an 8-foot chain leash around his neck. All of them were fitted with screw-locks, then sealed with a metal epoxy.

“How are you feeling?” Galveston asked.

“This is so fucked up.”

“You’ll be okay. You look good in these chains, by the way. It suits you somehow.”

“I just know I won’t spend the rest of my life in prison,” Ben said, “because I’m doing this. So whatever. What else still has to happen?”

“I still need to get your muzzle. That’s really not that bad, either. You can still grunt kind of. But … shit, man. Don’t do the sleep deprivation one.”

“Really?”

“No, dude. You’re talking over a year of getting five hours a sleep a night. Look, the piss one is the same reduction as the sleep one. Just trade them out. Three minutes of drinking my piss every once in a while in exchange for three or four hours a sleep a night. It’s a good trade.”

Ben snorted. “You really want me to drink your piss, don’t you?”

Galveston laughed. “I kinda do, man. I know you don’t believe me, but you look so fucking great in all these chains. Hey, your muzzle’s right here. You ready?”

“One more thing,” Ben said. “Are you going to be the one doing the … the … well, when I’m …”

“Am I your torturer?” Galveston finished. He patted Ben on the back. “Yeah man, I am. Your rehabilitation is going to be my full time job.”

Ben bit him lip. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be. It’s going to suck for you. I won’t lie. But I’ll make sure you’re okay. I’m going to hurt you a lot, Ben, but I won’t damage you. You’ll come out of this okay in the end. And most importantly, you’ll come out of it a young man, not a washed-up ex-con in his 60s.”

Ben nodded. “Do the piss thing, then.”    

“Alright, man! Take off the sleep torture?”    

“Yes.”

“You’ll be glad. Alright then, here’s the muzzle. Once that’s on I’ll take you to the cell, and since you picked being chained to the wall all the time, we’re going to anchor it right in place. I’ll do all the torturing right there in your cell. Oh, one more thing.”

Galveston pulled out the sensory deprivation hood. “You chose to wear this two-thirds of the time. When you wake up in the morning I’ll let you pick which eight-hour period you want the hood off. But you’re going to wear it every night and half of the day, every day.”

The muzzle went around Ben’s face. A strap went between his eyes to hold it all in place, and Galveston pulled out some small locks to keep it secured. He then pulled Ben by the chain and took him through a door and up some stairs. Ben passed five cells on the way to one in the very back of a row.

“Go inside,” Galveston ordered.

Inside the cell, Ben saw a small cage where a bed should have been. There was a toilet, sink, and small shower with a drain in the floor. There was a chain and hook hanging from the middle of the room, probably for the suspension torture.

And there was a ring attached to the wall.

Galveston took out a padlock. He threaded the leash-chain into the wall ring and locked the leash in place. Then he pulled out some metal epoxy and filled the keyhole.

“Alright, dude,” he said. “I think you’re all set. I won’t put the hood on tonight or make you sleep in the cage – tonight. I think you’re going to have enough of an adjustment as it is. We’ve got over a year to make sure you’re rehabilitated.”

Ben nodded.

“One more thing,” Galveston said as he closed the door to the cell, “I picked you. The eight of us that were selected for this assignment got to pick the prisoners we wanted. My reputation is on the line. So I’m going to be completely sure, by the end of this, that you really are completely rehabilitated.

“Try to sleep, Ben. Tomorrow, we’ll really get to work.”

Black Out Lenses

I have just discovered that contact lenses can be used to render someone completely and temporarily blind. I love the concept;

They can’t be yanked away or come loose like a blindfold. They dont cover up the face of a pretty little thing and gosh darn it do they not look intriguing. Talk about control. You could bring your girl out on the town and pretend she’s blind. Maybe leave her to stumble around in darkness until she panics. You could put handcuff on her and let her try to get around the house blind for a day like a punishment. You could put them in and let her service a number of men without her ever knowing who they were.  Here is a video of a girl, wearing them, being used. Sold here, here and here.  All that I am lacking now is a girl obedient enough to accept me controlling even her sight.

Forced Fantasy (1.)- Rural Hell:

Imagine living in this fantasy realm, where different species and creatures live. Where monsters terrorize people’s day to day life. Where safety is barely found outside of city walls. And even within nobody is truly safe. Imagine you are one of the people living in this fantast realm: not a rich person. Not a monster. Or fantastical magical being. Nope. Just a commoner. Just somebody living in a rural village with your friends and family. Dressed in whatever clothes you could make for yourself. With whatever pieces of cloth or leather you could acquire from the local tanner. Just somebody who works hard to survive their day to day life. It’s simple. It’s yours. But it’s not something you appreciate. Because for the longest of time you’ve desperately been trying to get away from this rural life. You want to be safe. Move away from your family. Move away from this rural shithole. Move away from local traditions. Live in the city. Escape this sexual usage. This horrible unfair life. You want to escape it all. And you’ve been trying to gather enough money over the past years. Enough money to ditch your old life and start over.

But it has not been easy. Trust me. You’ve had to wake up at 4 in the morning for plenty of days to suck off the fat cock of the old Baker. A man far older than you, who had corrupted and coaxed you into sucking his dick and swallowing his smelly cum almost every morning. “Just a little bit” he said. “You want to escape don’t you? You need to safe money don’t you? So just suck my cock and swallow my cum little one and I’ll give you some loafs of bread for free. You don’t want me to spread this information to your parents do you..” So you suck him off. Like his young innocent little whore. Swirling your tongue around his shaft. And you pleasure him. But not only him. One day he invited the Tanner and his young boys to come over and watch. Coaxing you into believing this was a one time thing you bobbed your head up and down his rod. But soon those young lads where pushing their cocks into your face and hands. Soon the Tanner had his fat cock slammed deep into your pussy. As you whimpered and begged for mercy. He didn’t give you any. And he covered your hole in cum. As did his lads. Their false and sweet promised of this being a one time thing ended up being all lies in the end. And soon you had been manipulated into being the village local little slut amongst some circles.

Your family knew. Your father didn’t care. As a matter of fact he took advantage of this plenty of times. Like that one time 5 dwarves arrived in your village. 5 broad, short and sweaty individuals. Dressed in armor, covered in dust and filth from the travels across many mountain and field. Face covered in hair, even the dwarven ladies had beards because why would they not? These dwarves came from far away to sell their goods in the bigger trading hubs and cities, but used local villages like yours to sell some of their cheaper wares for food and stay. Your father noticed they had an old copper necklace amongst their wares. Which he badly wanted to purchase, but he did not have the money for it. So instead he sold them your body for a day. And as he quickly took this necklace to the Bakers daughter (he hoped he could fuck her tight pussy raw if he gave her such rare jewelry, and he managed to do so in the end.) you were forced on your knees for this sweaty and burly company. Your face pushed into one of the sweaty and hairy pussies of the dwarven ladies. Your tits groped and bruised roughly. And your ass and pussy stuffed with fat dwarven cock. You whimpered and begged for mercy as your ass got literally stretched open violently by their hard rods. But it was to no avail. “Shhh little lassy. It’s just a little bit deeper. It’s just me who likes tight asses like yours. Nobody else. I won’t come inside. Just a little bit more Love.” One of the individual sweetly whispered in your ear, before brutally pounding your broken asshole and dumping wave after wave of hot cum inside of you. Soon your face was being pushed against the sweaty ass of an dwarven individual. Forced to rim him as you whimpered and cried. Your ass stuffed and fisted. Your pussy filled up with semen. And eventually your poor little body pissed over by the burly party. Your face covered in these strangers hair. And your ass and cunt leaking with cum. This rural live was hell. But soon it would be over. Especially when one of these individual dropped some extra coins inside your cunt. Pushing them in as their personal amusement and your extra reward. It was humiliating. Degrading. But worth it. NowZ now you finally had enough to leave. Now your poor and sore body had suffered enough. You swiftly gathered your money and belongings. Dressing yourself in some old and sweaty garbs. Secretly stinking of piss, pussy, sweat, ass and cum. But it would not matter. Because now….

Suddenly you hear loud shouts and noises outside your bedroom window. Is that the village bells ringing? You faintly smell smoke from the cracks in the wood. Is something on fire.. is.. so-

[Disclaimer. Usually I don’t really write nsfw stories in a fantasy setting. It’s not fully my thing tbh. I’ve written lot’s of erotica in the past years. And I’ve written fantasy for D&D and other projects. But never did I mix the two. But I realized I have followers, friends and other people I know that do particularly enjoy the combination of fantasy world and cnc. Fantasy world and corruption kink and so forth. Kink and d&d. So I decided to give it a go and create this little series of “short stories” in a fantasy scenario for you all to fantasize about. If this isn’t your thing that’a fair and valid! Just trying something out!]