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Pleading with her not to fuck me that turns to begging her not to cum inside that turns to quiet limp acceptance that turns to no please stop not again

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Hunt me down for sport and do absolutely vile things to me in the woods when you’ve captured me

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Why do you have to go to work when you can just be hooked up to fucking machine and be forced to cum all day until you cant orgasm anymore and you get frustrated!

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Tying you up to a table, your legs spread wide open giving me full access to your holes no matter how hard you fight it. I start rubbing you, making you nice and wet for what’s about to come. I force open your mouth, feeding you alcohol, forcing edibles into your mouth and testing out all different kinds of aphrodisiacs on you until you turn into a desperate little girl. I then grab a box full of toys, I begin shoving your holes full of them, forcing a plug into your ass, spitting on it before I shove it in. As your cries start to worsen, I shove a gag into your mouth, strapping it around your face and then I start fucking you with dildos way too big for your tiny holes, stretching you out and slowly breaking you the harder I fuck you with them, the drugs make it harder as the room starts spinning, your head starts getting fuzzy as I turn you into my little experiment, testing out several different toys in your holes, making you cum over and over again, forcing orgasm after orgasm until your body starts shaking uncontrollably as I overstimulate you and break you. Making you my test subject until you’re broken and numb from being stretched out and forced to cum relentlessly, your body is shaking violently, you’ve never been so broken, never felt so used in your entire life and it’s all because I want to train you to be the perfect little toy for me

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Unforgiving, relentless overstimulation.

A vibe pressed between your legs, orgasms rolling into eachother like they're chasing each other down. Your brain clears just enough to squeak a "no, please. No more-"

The vibe lifts and before you can even gasp for air a slap hits your hot tender cunt. The shock of it travels through and locks your body into place, only once the vibe is put back and your legs shake and oxygen finally makes it's way back into your lungs does the next painful orgasm burst like fireworks and another "no" slips past your lips. Its earns you two heavy smacks this time, and it hurts. God, it fucking hurts.

But it's the only break they'll give you from the nonstop vibrations. Will you get three smacks next time? Do you just endure the vibe until they’ve decided you've finally had enough?

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I know your love-hate relationship with the Sybian, how torturous that pleasure becomes when you’re strapped down against the relentless pulse beneath you. It’s a beautiful kind of helplessness, and I can’t help but chuckle softly as I circle you slowly.

My riding crop drags slowly across your skin. Just enough to tease. Just enough to remind you exactly who’s in control.

And the moment I see your posture falter, I let the leather snap across your back, sharp and precise.

“Too much for you to handle tonight, hm?” I ask airily, while watching your body tense.

You lift your head just enough to glare at me, and I lift my eyebrow at the defiance flickering in your eyes.

It earns you another snap, this time across your breast.

You gasp, a hiss sliding past your lips as the sting blooms, and I savor the way your body twitches under it.

“No,” you manage to huff, though it’s nearly swallowed by the moan that escapes when I adjust the vibrations to a higher, deeper, crueler setting.

“Attitude,” I snap, and let the crop land harshly across your thigh. You cry out and flinch.

My fingers clasp your cheeks tightly. “Want to try that again, pet?” I ask, syrupy sweet.

You try to shake your head. “No, I—I’m sorry, Mistress.”

I release your face with a silent warning and begin circling you again slowly. And the moment I slip from your line of sight… your posture relaxes.

“Sloppy!” I tut, as my crop finds your back again with a crackling snap. “Keep your back straight!”

You whimper, but I see it, that flicker of desire that burns through the tears. You want this. You crave the structure, the rhythm, the permission. And I want more. I always want more when you're like this, beautiful and pliant, legs spread and bound over the Sybian, soaked and begging, but not yet ruined. Not yet mine the way I want you.

The crop trails down your spine again, and I watch the goosebumps bloom across your skin. I pause just long enough for you to falter again, and that's when I strike. A sharp crack against your back.

You cry out, hips jolting, nearly choking on your breath.

“Color?”

“Green, Mistress,” you whimper.

“Good girl.”

Another strike, just beneath the curve of your ass. Then another. Then one across your thigh, firmly and precise. I don’t need to break skin. I only need to break you, or at least the version of you that you still think you can hold on too.

“Count them,” I purr, pressing my lips to your ear before the next blow lands across your back.

“O-one…” you stammer, then gasp as the next follows. “Two… Th-three… ah—four…”

I run my hand down your spine, letting the heat of the welts simmer under my touch.

“Your voice is already shaking, little one. Not so cocky anymore, huh?” I chuckle mockingly, before my tone turns sharp. “Now keep your posture straight.”

Your mouth opens to speak, but you hesitate.

I snort. “Did you forget what to call me, pet?”

You splutter and I follow the trail of spit slipping down your chin. I can practically feel the heat radiating from your cheeks even before you whisper, “No, Mistress. I- I’m just trying so hard…”

Another strike. Firmer. Across the same thigh. You scream this time, beautiful and raw.

“Then why are you testing me tonight?”

“I- I'm sorry, Mistress... I- I- I didn't mean too.”

And that's when I see it... that subtle twitch in your hip, the way you flutter around nothing. Oh, I know that look. You’re right there fighting off your impending orgasm. Desperately trying to hold back, clinging to the edge as the sybian keeps up it's rhythm against your clit.

“My, my… already so close?” I use the tip of the crop to tilt your head up. “Are you really that eager to come for me?”

“Please, Mistress, I—”

I cut you off, with a click of my tongue. “No! You’ll come when you show me you can be my good girl. Not when your body begs. Not when your mind slips. Not even when the Sybian makes you forget your own name. No, you'll come when I say so.”

When you don't answer I lean down. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” You pant. “Sorry, Mistress.”

I pat your cheek firmly before picking up the flogger next, the one with heavier falls and I love how your eyes widened at the sight of it. I smirk before I begin a slow rhythm across your back. Thud after thud, a hypnotic rhythm, letting it build and build until your cries become soft sobs.

And then I break the rhythm, switch it up, angle down, a few across your hips, one across your breasts again and you whimper so sweetly I nearly moan.

“You look so good when you’re on the edge of breaking,” I murmur, dragging the flogger down your front and tease it against your wetness, just avoiding your clit.

“Do you want my hand there instead, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress, please!” You moan. “I've been good, please, please, please.”

I smile, crouching in front of you, grabbing a fistful of your hair to make you look at me.

“Then you'll take each strike like the good girl I know you can be. You want that sweet release? You'll count each strike. And thank me after every single one.”

“Yes, Mistress,” you whine.

And I smile as I watch your shoulders rise and fall rapidly, the tension in your back like a drawn bow and your hips that keeps twitching from the constant pulse beneath you. And as I release you, I can't help but purr at the way you brace yourself.

The next strike lands hard across your upper back. You jolt, scream into the air, and your whole body contracts. I wait.

“Say it.”

“Five! Thank you, Mistress!”

Again. And again.

“Six… thank you, Mistress…”

The next strike lands across your shoulders. You sob out the number but forget your thanks.

I pause. Step in closer. Fist the back of your hair again and lean in, pressing my lips right beside your ear.

“You will not forget my praise again.”

“Y-yes, Mistress… I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Oh, I know you are.” I kiss the shell of your ear, before stepping back.

The next few come in a rhythm designed to break. One after another after another over your thighs, your breasts, the curve of your ass, the inside of your upper arm until your moans twist into ragged cries, until your back arches so perfectly against the restraints that I nearly reward you right then and there.

But not yet.

I turn the Sybian up. Another level. A deeper hum. Your body arches without permission, your thighs quivering violently as your clit throbs, slick and punished, riding that unrelenting pressure.

And I don't give you a moment to adjust.

I grab the flogger again and begin a steady, merciless rhythm, You’re crying now, sobbing into your bonds, and I can hear how badly you’re trying to stay good. Even your thank-yous are garbled mess through broken moans and I see that fogged look in your eyes. That's the ruined look I've been looking for.

“There is my good girl,” I purr, dropping the flogger and slide two fingers between your legs, pressing them between the Sybian’s pressure. “Now you'll get to come, my beautiful girl, and you'll do it with my name on your lips.”

I push you down on the Sybian with my other hand, while my fingers flick against your clit in time with the machine, building it higher, tighter, crueler.

“Are you ready?”

You scream, buck, twitch violently, but you're trapped. Helpless.

And just before you fall—

“Now.”

You break.

It’s not gentle. It’s not sweet. It’s devastating.

You shatter with a cry that barely sounds human, orgasm tearing through you like a flood, every muscle convulsing as the Sybian milks you for everything you have left. Your throat is raw, your body a mess of spasms and sobs, and still I hold you there.

And it's only when your voice fades to breathless whimpers that I dial the machine down.

I unstrap you slowly, tenderly, and pull you into my arms as your entire body collapses. You cling to me, legs shaking, tears hot against my chest. And I whisper into your hair, kissing your temple as I lower you gently to the floor.

“There now… That’s my good girl.”

You sob into the quiet, ruined and beautiful, and I hold you as you fall into the soft silence that follows, where my hands soothe what my dominance tore open. My lips find your cheek, your jaw, your shoulder.

“You did so well for me. Took everything I gave you. So perfect.”

And I don’t leave. I stay with you. I clean you, kiss your bruises, and tend to the marks I've left across your body.

Because pain was the language. But love is the translation.

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you know what’s revolutionary...a sweet girl getting kidnapped...but by a gang of mafia women. tough ladies bring the poor thing back to their boss, an evil, sultry woman, and she takes one look at the teary baby and decides yes, she’s going to keep and ruin this one.

and oh, ruin her she does. trains her baby girl to be obedient and mindless with punishments and rewards. asphyxiates her while fucking her so she associates having less air with arousal. can no longer orgasm unless her tits are being tortured. it’s not unusual for the other women to come in and see their boss’s pet splayed open on the carpet crying as their boss uses one of their red bottom heels to push a dildo deeper into her pussy mindlessly while she fills out paperwork.

the best nights are when the poor girl struggles. says something between angry tears, doesn’t want to be kept here as their pet, something something, the boss really isn’t listening. looks at her nails coolly, heels tapping impatiently until she finishes. “Are you done?” She asks with a raised brow. Her baby girl nods, glaring. “Good, because I was getting tired of all the noise,” she says, pulling her to the playroom.

She’s much stronger, and it’s easy for her to tie the struggling girl to the bench, head hanging off one end, legs eagle spread on the other. she ties her arms behind her underneath the bench and ties her tits together, and clamps her nipples. “Darling,” she drawls, “you’ve forgotten your place. Let’s have a reminder, shall we?” She forces in an adjustable gag into the girl’s mouth, cranking it open until the girl is drooling and crying, mouth and throat open. She brings out two fucking machines, both with monster dildos attached, positioning one in front of the girl’s hanging head and mouth, the other at her soft exposed pussy. The girl is sobbing, trying to make garbled apologies, but the boss is having none of it.

“Naughty girl,” she sighs. She then takes the cruelest step: rubs numbing gel all over the girl’s clit before attaching on a clip on vibrator. A mockery to keep it running when she won’t be able to feel any pleasure there anyway. The gel will wear off after some time, of course, but she’ll probably be too fucked out to orgasm then anyway, the vibrator probably will just add to the overstimulation. Starts the machine near her mouth first, watches as the sweet girl gags and struggles, throat bulging as the dildo pushes in relentlessly. Slowly at first, and then faster, her mouth held open while her throat was fucked by the monster dildo.

She was only gagging now, but she’d be in trouble very soon, when she’d get fucked and try to alter her breathing rhythm. The boss started the other fucking machine with delight, enjoying the way it split her tiny pussy in half and made her belly bulge every time it breached her. Within minutes, both were on high speed, and everything was perfect. Her darling pet looked adorable, engorged tits bouncing from the harsh thrusts, body restrained and immobile as she was fucked on both ends by monster cocks, pussy being churned and throat being deepthroated at the same time, vibrator whirring away uselessly on her clit. precum and saliva dripped to the floor, already pooling beneath her. the boss left the room satisfied and went to do work for an hour.

when she came back, her baby girl was just as she should be. her breasts were still bouncing gently from the thrusts, nipples still clamped. her pussy was fat and red, frothing, swollen around the dildo fucking her at a lower speed now. there was a pool of cum and squirt beneath her. her clit, despite the vibrator still being on, was the same size. the boss must have rubbed a little too much numbing gel on it. oops. her face, though, was a sight to see. her head was still hanging and her mouth forced open, the fucking machine plunging the dildo into her throat at a moderate speed. she must’ve started choking and losing air somewhere in the middle though, because her eyes were glazed and hazy, and she was making soft gagging sounds every time the dildo went in. the boss hummed and petted her tummy, pulled the clamps off her nipples with manicured nails, and stopped the vibrator and machine in her pussy.

“Good girl,” she whispered mockingly, knowing the little doll couldn’t respond. She then pushed a button and the dildo in the girl’s mouth plunged all the way down, her throat bulging, and inflated right behind her teeth. The boss watched fondly as she choked, sputtering and gagging but helpless to the intrusion, breasts jiggling as she thrashed in panic. the boss clipped her nose with one of the clamps and watched as she cutely asphyxiated, slowly losing air. she choked and cried for several minutes until her eyes rolled and she eventually stopped jerking, pissing herself. it dripped down to the floor below, onto the pool of cum. the boss turned the video recording off with a satisfied smile.

she never asked to leave, after that. woofed and yipped and rolled over at her boss’s command, staying tied up and collared, wore whatever her ma’am wanted. spread her legs whenever she was ordered to. her eyes were always glazed and tongue lolling out as she panted and drooled like a good pup. had no qualms about spankings or being tied naked to the fence overnight. being gangbanged by the rest of the girls. she was a good girl, a good pup, a warm cunnie, as her ma’am liked to call her. she was always kept aroused and well-fucked, pussy swollen and sloppy, clit engorged, tits bound, throat open. she loved it here, couldn’t imagine any other life without her owners.

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"No no, go on. Try to safe word. I want you to. Yea there you go that's it. No I'm not stopping, you're so smart! I'm raping you. I've been raping you this whole time. Awe, it's too late to struggle now sweetie."

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Forcing it in her ass, tying her legs apart and her arms behind her back, stretching her tight little hole out around my thick cock as she screams and pleads for it to stop. Deliberately taking my time, making sure that feels every single inch of my cock as it twitches and throbs inside her. Wrapping my arm around her throat and choking her with my muscles, shushing her gently while she cries and whimpers, drooling and shaking as I intensely break her in. “You said you could take it.” I hiss. “All that fucking talk and look at you now. You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?” No answer comes, her voice cracking into a pathetic gasp as she struggles for air. I start slamming into her aggressively, drilling into her and ruining her ass as I violate her body for my own pleasure.

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Inviting you over for drinks, knowing you’re a lightweight I make yours a little stronger. You finish your drink and you are starting to feel tipsy, you are giggly and getting touchy so i decide to take advantage of that and I begin peer pressuring and gaslighting you to drink more. I grab you by your jaw and tell you to open your mouth, leaning your head back into my lap, I pour a shot into your mouth and make you swallow it. Getting you so drunk all for my enjoyment. You start slurring your words and getting clumsier by the second. I grab you by your hair and shove you down to your knees, quickly shoving my already hard cock into your mouth and face fucking you, using your throat as my fleshlight while you make the most pathetic sounds as you’re forced to choke on my cock. You’re so drunk and pathetic I can throw you around and use you like a ragdoll. Forcing your weak little body into whatever position I want and brutally fucking you with no remorse “you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” I say as my cock repeatedly pounds and bruises your cervix. Knowing you’re too drunk and too weak to even fight me off you are forced to lie there in whatever position I put you in while I forcefully fuck your tight little holes and manhandle you, throwing you around the room while you have no ability to defend yourself, stuck with my cock inside of your body and tears streaming down your face while i continuously rape you all night long, making your body betray you as you uncontrollably cover my cock in your cum as I slowly break you down and shape you into the perfect little sex toy all for me

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