horneebeetime

[horneebeetime]

Oh, to fuck you in death like I never did in life...

My arms wrapped around your cold neck as I feel your body stiffen up, the gentle warmth of My touch making you as warm as you'll ever be again. My fingers tenderly exploring your dead holes, fingerfucking your asshole, stroking your delicious thighs.

You yearned to be touched like this while you were alive; yet, I never gave you that pleasure, not even when you begged Me on your knees. But here I am now, making you My rape toy in death, My snuff doll for life.

If you could see how amazingly your lifeless body is being fucked right now, you'd cry and scream at Me; but there's nothing you can do.

You're just a corpse to be played with as My desires please. ♥

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i love boots. standing onto someone with boots. making them lick my boots. holding them down by putting one boot onto their chest. stomping down next to their face, making them fear the time when i miss and accidentally bash their face in with my boots. making them hump my boots. putting my boots into their crotch when they sit across from me. boots are such an obvious sign of dominance and masculinity. i freaking love boots.

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Making a sub apologize after I put them in a horrible, tear-stricken trauma headspace.

Apologize for what? I haven’t specified.

When they ask, “What for, mistress?” I say, “I don’t know, what do you think I’m upset about? Fucking stupid.”

I let them list off all the horrible things they think about themself. I judge them very objectively.

“I’m… I’m sorry for asking for attention too much, miss Jackie,” They manage through tears.

“You should be.” I roll my eyes and sip my tea. They cry even more, curling into themselves and hiding away in shame.

I kick you and tell you to shut up.

Yes, you. Sniveling fucking thing.

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i just want to be guided into suicide

rub my pretty clit as you encourage me to slide the knife deeper into my throat, sitting in front of the mirror, curled up in your lap. forcing my head to look deep into my own eyes as i slowly begin to cut across my neck.

"such a pretty puppy! look at how much you're leaking!"

as the blood runs down my chest and paints my skin crimson, the delicate flow of life draining from my body, my skin growing colder and colder in your warm, heavenly hands <3

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I need to go through the most deeply shell-shockingly traumatizing event of my life where i think i'm about to die and then survive it and while i'm still shivering and nonverbal and incapable of crying i need a girl to take advantage of me and guide me into her bed and fuck me because she can and tell me shes the only one that can keep me safe so my brain latches onto her and i become her trauma dog who starts crying if i can't be by her side 24/7 and feels safe and loved and happy when she hits me and abuses me.

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Id love to double team a piece of meat with you sometime. Break them down mentally until they're ready to commit, using them as they slip away for the last time. - ⚛️

Sounds like a plan. We can share a toy for a while. A week for you and a week for me. When we get tired of her, we will give her a grandiose end. One of us will strangle her while the other one makes sure she dies nicely stretched out.

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You know you should have died a long time ago. There is no purpose in your life, living like this, worthless. You feel so dirty, empty, worthless, unloved. I can fix that.

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click. obey.

At first, it was just a noise. A little click He made when i blushed or squirmed. i thought it was just Him being playful.

But it started showing up at the worst times. He’d click and i'd be dripping through my panties. i spread my legs without thinking. i whimpered mid-sentence because my clit hurt from how needy i’d gotten. And every time, it made me wetter. Every. single. time.

i didn’t even notice what was happening. i thought i was just being a slut. Didn’t realize He was rewarding it. Reinforcing it. Training me.

Until the day He clicked, and my body snapped. Like a toy. i dropped to all fours, drooling, hips up, hole twitching — no thought, no hesitation, just desperation.

i didn’t think. i couldn’t. My brain was fogged, dripping out between my legs, and all i could hear was: click. click. good girl. click.

Now i cum when He clicks. i thank him for it or even beg him to please click. i'm a conditioned little thing now. His needy, broken little thing.

i hope He never stops.

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Puppy's tongues are so clearly meant to have things on them that it's a wonder every puppy doesn't have an oral fixation! Or, do they? I mean, I know for sure you do. That's why you keep chomping and nibbling at me, isn't it? Little mutt just needs something to fill its mouth and feel on its tongue.

Don't worry pup, if you beg hard enough we can start to solve that pretty little fixation of yours. I can help coat that pretty tongue in all the girlcum you could ever need~

Open up! *click click!*

Good puppy~

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You are my beautiful dancer. Look at you, dancing in the air, with a veil of death around your throat. Soon, your performance will be over. Soon, your skin will turn into marble. But I will always remember you, just as you are right now, in your purest form. When you leave, I will kiss your lips one more time and whisper to you that you'll always be mine.

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I want a grateful victim. One that feels blessed theyre allowed to die by my hand. One thats so enorarmored by me theyd consider it sacred to die by my hand. Id run my fingertips over the curve of their spine, hold them tightly from behind - my breasts pushing up against their back, I could feel their heartbeat whenever I run my hand over their torso.

Id feel their warmth, and theyd feel mine.

My grip on their body would get tighter as anticipation rises in me, as I keep visualising the next steps of what im about to do to them. Id push the breath out of their lungs far before id even start doing anything that "bad".

Id slowly lean into the nabe of their neck and whisper into their ear "Are you excited? Are you scared? You know, every feeling you have is okay with me. You dont need to be ashamed for wanting this. All you need to do is surrender to me, give yourself to me as fully as you can."

Id wait for them to pour their heart out to me, trembling words laced with arousal. Id feel them shiver gently in my grip around them.

Id kiss the nabe of their neck, graze their skin so gently with my teeth.

"Youre mine. And thats all that matters."

Slowly my hands would crawl around their neck, pulling them back a little from behind, cutting of their airway - feeling their body pulse in arousal, I could practically feel them get dizzy in my arms unable to keep their bodyweight up after just about three minutes of being choked non-stop, they wouldnt fight back. They would sound both scared, honoured and aroused in their little breaths and noises. The way theyd hold their body even before fading out. Id hurry up due to my own arousal and drag their body to the bed close to us, id place them on it - pull their legs up after putting their upper body on it... then watch them passed out, knowing theyll be coming to it again in about 20-30 seconds, these types of being passed out never last long.

Id know theyd feel dizzy, disoriented, but also comfortably numbed by their own lack of concious -

Knife in hand now id wait for them to come to it again, sitting on top of them, our legs brushing against one another.

Holding the knife right to their lovely throat, not moving an inch before id see their eyes flutter open again and hear their light groaning.

Id instantly cut a curved line across their throat as deeply and cleanly as possible,

their legs would start trashing instantly whether theyd want to do it or not, their instincts would take over -

but to no avail, that cut was deadly and deep. Theyd be bleeding out, or choking on their blood first, who knows.

Id kiss their bleeding neck, lick the cut I just caused and infiltrate it gently with my tongue - getting it inside them as far as I could whilst their body would trash and struggle seemingly aimlessly.

"I love you so much for giving yourself to me this way. I love how helplessly youre fighting this. How incoherently. You look so beautiful to me right now."

Id feel their tears on my skin, running down from their cheeks as id keep licking up their blood.

"Yes, youre loved. I love you so, so so much. Dont forget that. You died loved."

Then id move up, kiss up their chin, slowly to their lips and kiss them with my blood-smeared face. Id feel them weakly kiss me back with the last of their strength. Their body would go limp shortly after that, no energy left to expend but somewhat alive still.

"I hope youll feel just as loved when I give your corpse to my beloved to fuck. He will take care of you in his own unique way, just how I took care of you right until you allowed me to kill you."

Id look into their blurry, faded eyes, so full of lingering emotion.

Look all over their body in this self-controlled but aroused manner.

Then theyd finally stop breathing, their heart would stop beating and id breathe out.

"Mine."

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please please please 🥺 that's so unbelievably hot

stage hypnosis, but with the tone of a snuff show. none of that "woooow look at the Mastery of the Mind" type bullshit put on in carnivals and theaters; no, a performance with the vibe of something illicit hidden in an abandoned warehouse, behind closed curtains. for people that already know exactly what they are getting into.

a private showing to watch someone's sense of reality be completely broken down, their agency robbed away, their very self-worth inexorably tied to servitude. all while others watch on, peering on with barely-constrained hunger.

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[cw: murder lust - To the edge.]

"Darling no, " my voice lowered. Swallowing hard as my gaze keeps shifting back to your throat.

Your hands let go of mine, rubbing up my arms only to come to rest on my thighs. "No, I know. We can't. We agreed." I can hear that reluctance. I can see that vein in your throat pulsing too quickly. "We shouldn't," your eyes shift away as you say that.

"and you still brought it up." From my position on your lap, saddling you, half undressed from making out in the car moments before, I can feel how badly this is effecting you. "you're tempting me. This. Us." I can't help pressing my weight down. I'm as much of a mess as you are.

We both know better. Of course we do. We agreed to not verbalize it. Only roleplay online. Only text. Since the last time we did vocalize it, it got a bit out of hand, and you almost died. So we agreed.

"but," your reluctance persists. Eager to justify it. You pause, my eyes never leaving yours. "I have an idea."

My eyebrow quirks up. Enough to indicate my curiousity and doubt. That and I couldn't trust my voice.

I feel your hands dig into my thighs momentarily. "I'll control it. If I move, you tighten your grip. If I stop, you let go." As if to emphasize your point I feel you press your cock up against me further.

It's too enticing. It's probably a bad idea. Yet it's all I can think about. Your eyes plead me, though they shouldn't. I trail my hand over your chest, to caress the pulse I've been watching in your neck. "are you sure?"

You hesitate. Inevitably. But the lust. Our want. I can feel it radiating off us. You nod, "I want to, despite everything. Yes..."

There's that hiss and my eyes flutter.

"if you're sure, " I should refrain for the both of us. I should. Yet my hands gently wrap around your throat. It's only a few seconds before you've tugged away the last barriers of clothing between us.

I grind and with a little maneuvering I take every last inch of you. "god, I'm going to kill you." a threat, a playful moan, a temptation. I don't know which. Only that I'm trembling and feel on edge. Anticipation and fear.

Then you thrust. Up. Hard. Stars bursting into my body just as I immediately tighten my hands around your throat. There's a pause. You're testing me. You fucker. I release the pressure. Only for you to fuck up into me again.

I squeeze. This time I keep holding. Being filled up over and over. Fucked, spread and pumped into steadily. The pace is intentionally slow, and my grip intentionally moderate.

A pause. You breathe. We continue. Repeat. Repeat. Less and less pauses. Harder and harder thrusts. Desperation flaring. I can smell your scent, your sweat. Feel your hold on my hips. The scraping of your cock inside me. Egging us on.

"agh your face. It's so red." the veins are popping out a bit you strain for labored breathes. Pausing only for a me to give you a breath, my hands aching.

"i can't stop. I want this. Your hands," you thrust hard, pausing, "around my neck," again.

Im loosing it. It's like every nerve in my body wants to burn you with me. I choke you out as you start a relentless pass. You're struggling. Hard to keep the pace as you lack the oxygen. I lean in, tightly pressing the sides of your throat, up into your lower jaw. "you'll die. You'll die to fuck me to your own death, murdering you, agh, unless you stop." There's fear in my words, as much as the ecstasy we both can't escape from. I see it in you too. The pauses are getting less. Yiu movements becoming erratic.

I don't want you to stop.

It looks like you're loosing it too.

Your lips and mine meet as I imagine it being your last kiss alive. Your hips sputter. I catch your attempt to suck in breath again, taking mine instead.

You're getting weaker. I can feel it. But you're still fucking me. Pumping into me. Not stopping.

I feel a rush of pleasure.

You're dying by my hands.

So similar in imagination that I feel you throb.

"Darling... Yes.."

Oh fuck. Throb. Throb. You weaze. Staining. Your body panicking unabated by your will.

You're making me cum.

I feel your cock pulse intensely, I can't help but moan.

Your body jerks and twitches, and I strangle the life out of you. You're cumming.

You're dying.

Oh darling. You couldnt help yourself. And neither could I.

To the edge and over.

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im like if a prey animal walked right into a predator animal's arms n nuzzled its shoulder n looked up at it with big adoring eyes