#and object insertion

[enby-cuntboy]

needy sub being sat on a dildo that's far too big for them, squirming on top of it because they can't get comfortable while stretched out so extremely around it, flustered and in pain.

dom pushing their sub further down onto the dildo until the sub cries and whines for it to be over. it's not even a punishment, it's just entertainment.

"you were so needy before, weren't you? you don't want this to stop, don't be silly."

[sunnypathway]

spin the bottle but whoever it lands on gets it forced inside them

[con-dientes]

My eyes widen. “D-Do we really need to do this part? I-I'm a virgin...” I stutter in fear, staring at the speculum. “It’s for a thorough examination.” My gynecologist reassures me, snapping his gloves on. I gulp down, my legs shaking as I continue to try to convince him otherwise. “B-But I-I've never had anything up there before, not even a tampon!” He casually and genuinely laughs at my fear: “You sound really terrified!” “I am!” I snap back, “D-Does it hurt?!” He gives me a look that makes me blush. “Really? You’ve never even fingered yourself?” He asks, making me blush even more. I press my lips together, looking away. “… Can you even ask that?” I whisper in embarrassment as he laughs again.

“I’m a doctor.” He coos, “You’re in good hands, I promise.” He rubs his hands on my knees, trying to ease my concerns. I sigh, nodding. He’s right, he is a doctor; he knows what he’s doing, right?

With that, he gently spreads my pussy lips open with ease and professionalism. “Ooh, see? Easy.” He continues to comfort me. He runs a finger up and down my slit, lubing me up with my own juices. “This thing is gonna go in easily, even if you’re a virgin.” He states, staring at my pussy as he grabs the speculum. He gives me one more look before sliding the cold metal in, I wince at the pain. “Shh shh shh… You’re doing such a good job, you’re almost done.” He shuts me up with a tender whisper. Once my pussy is gaping with the speculum he begins to poke and prod inside it, making me even more wet as my pussy begins to throb, wanting more stimulation. I make little noises, biting my bottom lip as I make sure not to full out moan.

Unfortunately, he catches on a little too quickly, beginning to just tease and play with my gaping pussy, rubbing and circling my clit for fun. He zips down his pants, “I’m going to need to inspect a little more, sweetheart, now be a good girl and keep your little mouth shut.”

[angelwinggs]

My boyfriend have a habit or desire of always keeping me full. No matter with want, where or by whom. He believes my holes should be filled all the time and honestly I love that. When he's with me he could make sure to fuck me and keep his cum inside or maybe a ladle or perfume bottle. His favourite is, to keep me tied with a bedpost in my pussy.

But he has to go out a lot for work, so he reply his duty of keeping my cunt filled to his friends. He asked different friends to come and fuck me when he's not there and not stuff their cum. I'm not allowed to wash out the cum until three different people have came in me. And they are instructed to shove something in my cum filled pussy after they're done, like a beer bottle, cucumber, carrot, highlighters, brush.

But this time unfortunately all his friends were busy when he had to go out for four days. I reassured him that I'll keep myself filled all the time, with dildos and vibrators and veggies too. But he wasn't convinced. So he chose an alternative.

My boyfriend have a great dane, a very loyal one. He would do whatever my boyfriend tells him too. So my boyfriend got him in our room a week before leaving and let him watch him fucking me without telling me the reason. I didn't think of it much.

Until the day he left. At afternoon I was doing the dishes, when an alarm goes off, i don't think much of it as turned it off when the dog jumped on me taking me off guard. I thought he wanted to play but then he started pulling my pants with his teeths. It was confusing and he was stronger than me even almost my size.

He somehow pulled down my pants and since I was on my hands and knees, he gripped my hip and thrusted his dog cock in my ass completely unaware where to put it, he was taught to use my holes by my boyfriend, not specified which one. I cried and wailed as his wet thick cock pounded in my ass without any preparation.

I could feel his seeds flowing in my ass after fifteen minutes of pounding. Not gonna lie, it made me cum too even though my ass was brutally pounded to the point of pain, i came. After he pulled back and my upper body slumped down i thought it was over but unfortunately he noticed my cum flowing and realised there's another one he had to fill even though my ass was pushing out his cum still. So he grabbed me again and went with full in my pussy.

His pounding was just like his species, animalistic. But it was reaching so deep and his cum was so warm that I had no choice but accept it. This goes on for twenty minutes.

After that everyday two times, he would fuck both my holes no matter where I was and I would have to take it otherwise he would start licking my pussy right above my pants. my boyfriend calls me, ask me if his dog did good, and warned me not to takeout seed until heis back at home. At night, in video call he would ask me to put my panties in my pussy and then have his dog fuck me, pushing the panty deep in. He claims he would take it out my fisting me when he's back.

So there I was, with panties deep in, raped daily fo four days by my boyfriend's dog, cum always in and flowing out.

[kandlewick]

everyone awoke to malleus defeated. except for you meant to be read as platonic malleyuu but can be read as romantic.

Malleus could hardly breathe. every inhale felt like it was too small, like the air surrounding him was too thin. His lungs were empty, barren, and dry. And then he would exhale. a shaky breath. It rattled his bones and burned in his chest. As if nothing but flames raged in his insides. Before him laid a friend, a betrayed comrade, someone who put too much trust in the wrong people. You. You were asleep there, in a bed of thorns and roses, nestled deep and safe. Each petal cradled your cheek like a picture frame and you were a work of art. It all felt so clinical, so far away that Malleus could hardly tear his eyes away from your sleeping form. while constricted by vines to your familiar bed in ramshackle, no thorns pierced your skin. you knew no pain lying there. only dreams. It hardly felt real.

Malleus had made a mistake. He knew he had as soon as the blot began pouring from behind his tongue. but he couldn't stop it. the delirium. it poured out of him like a cracked glass of sand. In those fleeting moments, nothing had mattered more to him. The blot retched every single negative emotion out of his soul, bearing it for the world to bear witness to. And he was ashamed.

but you and the others had succeeded against him, saving all of your classmates and himself from the curse of eternal slumber. One by one, they all began awakening. Eyelids fluttering in the new morning sun. He awoke to the sound of laughter and cheers while he laid there on the broken floor, alone and empty and so so cold. Quietly, Malleus raised his head to thank? Curse? The Ramshackle prefect that laid beside him.

only, you remained there. asleep. too far gone and too far deep for anyone to reach out to. it was like your soul and body were separated, torn asunder. the only sign of life was your chest moving up and down from the breath that filled your lungs. At the moment, Malleus thought perhaps you were simply exhausted, with the heavy bags under your eyes and the pale complexion dusting your cheeks. Like the others, he thought that you only needed more rest. But days passed and there were still no signs of life behind those closed eyes. The teachers talked amongst themselves, unwilling or perhaps unable to offer any sort of explanation. There were talks about asking for assistance from other bodies but they were quick to be shot down. It seemed like nobody knew what to do with you. Or… your body. 

Nobody took it well.

Malleus in particular had ceased his studies, locking himself away in your room in Ramshackle. Ace and Deuce would appear on occasion, Grim in tow, but the three were quick to make themselves scarce once Malleus made it clear he was not leaving your bedside. He sat there for hours, uncaring of the passing of time as night became morning and dawn became dusk. What were mere days to a nigh immortal fae. If this was his curse, to watch the one human who befriended him and suffered for it waste away from his own folly, then so be it. Every morning, like clockwork, he sat there. Unflinching. Unmoving. Like a gargoyle. His eyes were empty and red, long dried from tears but he couldn’t drag himself away from you - he refused to even think of calling you a corpse. 

This day was like any other. He sat there beside you, his hands in his lap, the book he had foolishly planned to humor to read had been cast aside long forgotten, but for some reason the sight of you there pricked at his heart more than before. His voice came out quiet, weak from disuse, but he made an effort all the same. 

“My child of man.” he croaked, his tone heavy with shame and sadness, “I will not ask you for forgiveness.”

He took a shaky breath. Hesitantly, he reached out with a weak hand and clasped your own. The thorns around you pricked him and drew blood, but he paid no mind to it. He felt nothing. Numb. Malleus choked back tears as he pulled your hands close to his chest and against his still beating heart. He lowered his head in agony as he confessed like a convict at death’s door. “What I have done to you is unforgivable.”

He held you to him. Like if he held onto you tight enough, you wouldn’t fall even more to pieces. “You were my first true friend, my closest companion. The only one who treated me as if I was an equal…” He bit back a sob as he tried to cradle his face between his hands, desperate for your touch to once again warm his bones. But there was nothing. Only the cold. “And now I’ve lost you.”

“And not a day shall pass in the centuries that I am cursed to live will I ever forget your smile.” Then with an almost reverent touch, the prince brought your hand to his lips and pressed a delicate kiss to the back of your hand. His lips stayed there, the taste of salt and skin filling his tongue, but he made no effort to move while he cried.

So far gone was he that he never noticed the batting of eyelashes, the furrowed brows, or the intake of breath. So far gone that it wasn’t until he felt your hand, tiny and weak, press against his dark hair, did he lift his head.

“Good morning, Hornton.”

[subinasundress]

I had a dream the other night that I was at a frat party. I was the DD, so I was only drinking water, but I was having fun dancing and grinding. When I went to get more water, someone grabbed my hand and led me towards a bedroom. He was hot, so I followed. When we got there, we started making out, but before we got too far, I could hear my friends looking for me. It was time to go. He didn't want to me go yet, couldn't I see how hard I made him? He grabbed me when I tried to leave. He had handcuffs in his drawers and tape on his nightstand. It didn't take him long to have me gagged with my arms behind my back, despite my struggles. He threw me on the bed. He told me he would go tell my friends I had left already, to get rid of them. "Don't go anywhere, I won't be long." As he left, something caught his eye. The bed post. The corners of the bed post were topped with round bulbs, just bigger than a golf ball. His smile told me he had a plan that I wouldn't like. He reached under my short skirt and effortlessly ripped my panties off. Then, he lifted me up, one arm under each leg, and I felt the tip of the post at my entrance. I struggled, but he was so much bigger than me. It hurt when he started to lower me down. I was dry and unprepared. I felt the bulb pop in and he lowered me down, until I was standing on my tip toes. The post was so deep, I knew i wouldn't be able to get off of it by myself, there was no escaping. He smiled and winked, promising to come back soon and use me for all I was worth. Unfortunately I woke up before he came back, but I keep thinking about that dream.

God that dream had me soaked.

[wetwithboundaries]

want someone to take me to the store and make me help pick out all the stuff they’re gonna stretch me out with later.

smash cut to me thirty minutes later, face down ass up with a cob of corn stuffed in and out of my pussy while you shove grape after grape into my tight asshole.

i squirm and cry as you tell me you’re going for the whole bag

[lilgingerslut]

I used to think some kinks were gross and disgusting but now they make me wet n horny 🎀🎀🎀

[angelicstrawberries]

shove random things in my cunt, put numbing cream on my clit so I cant cum no matter how hard I try, even better put hotsauce on my clit so if I do cum Im writhing in agony in the process, hurt me pleaseee

[enby-cuntboy]

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.

[p0rk-guts]

[sweetbabygirlbee]

what if you shoved a fleshlight in my pussy and then fucked it?

[ftmrapeslvt]

Mmm thinking about object insertion....it's soo humiliating, whether someone else is stuffing things in my cunt or making me do it either way it just shows I'm not good enough to even be violated by a cock and I'm so desperate I'll cum around anything..😵‍💫

[iwannawastemylifewithyou]

Let’s go out to drinks with your two hot friends and then go back to one of their houses. You were all buying me cocktails so I’m nice and drunk and it’s so easy to toss me on the bed and take turns doing whatever you want with me.

You’ll let your friends take my clothes off me and tie my hands together with my shirt so I don’t need to worry about what to do with them. You put me on my back, push my legs open, push my feet close to my ass so I’m nice and splayed open for everyone to see. It’s kinda nice to hear the three of you talk about how cute I am and how pretty my pussy is.

You all decide to play a game and have me tell you what objects feel the best to get fucked with. You start with the top end of a wine bottle. I’m not wet at all when you start and I whine cus it hurts going in but then one of you is playing with my pretty pink nipples and one of you is stroking your cock and letting me watch and it gets me wet enough that the bottle starts sliding in and out nice and smooth.

[evieedoll]

I want to shove golf balls up my pussy so bad watching them pop out of my hole one by one would be so hot 🥵

[angelwinggs]

What you don't realise is how much more fun it is to edge me than just fuck me

You have my holes, so fill them up with you cum and cola then insert a mini bottle to keep it in. Fill it so much that my tummy inflate. Then get your buddies to rape my ass with you, two cocks in the ass, again full both of cum and while you're filling my ass with cola make sure one of your friend is sitting on my face with a cock down my throat, not fuckung but warming it. Once my ass like my cunt is also full stuff a butt plug in it to keep the cum and cola in.

Now that both my ass and pussy are filled kick and slap my cunt until it's red, threatening me not to spill anything. I'm too full, too stuffed. Paint my tits with your and your buddies cum, Then comes the best part, make me wear a skirt and a sheer top with no bra. Fill some condoms with whatever liquid you like and stuff it in between the ass crack. And walk me around like a dog.

Slap my cunt and ass in public, grope me in front of perverted men, giving them chance to touch me and get to know what a slut I am once they feel my ass and pussy stuffed. Then when we reach home, tie me upside down and take out the bottle and plug and fuck my holes with whatever object you think it's best to fuck my stuffed holes.

Make sure to kick my pussy everytime I cum to make me a proper slut.

What object would you like to fuck me with?