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rwordmepleasee · 2 months ago

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Tw: s assault, CNC, misogyny, orientation play, transphobia, bio essentialism, breeding

I focus on "big strong conservative men" a lot. But all men are superior to women, no matter the shape and size.

The apartment is a mess after last night. You stumble over the empty bottles and crushed pizza boxes that litter the room, staggering into the kitchen. You sigh contently as you sip the cool glass of water left on the counter, enjoying the sun on your naked body.

A hand snakes around your waist and pulls you into a warm body. Gavin kisses your shoulder as he trails his hands down the slight curvature of your wide hips.

You turn around quickly and look at him. His eyes now level with your lips. He quirks a smile as he moves forward to kiss you.

"Stop! What are you doing!"

Gavin scrunches his eyebrows together, his curly short hair bobbing as he tilts his head. "Continuing where we left off? What do you mean?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I am not attracted to cis men. You're being really creepy right now."

Gavin is usually a sweet man. With a slight, lean frame and an upbeat demeanor, he is the surprising cis het male in your queer friend group. He is the best ally you could ask for, a listening ear to your marginalized voices, sensitive and respectful to your experiences. He also didn't bat an eye when you came out as non binary last year. It is one of the reasons you are comfortable rooming with him off campus this fall.

Gavin cracks a grin. Do his teeth look sharper than normal? "Oh baby girl, you told me you would do this. I know what you need" He suddenly pushes his knee in between your legs and jams his thigh up into your crotch, making contact with your clit. You gasp. His hands pin yours to the countertop as he leans in, his naked body touching yours in too many places. You try to wiggle out but his grip feels like iron.

"Don't you remember..." His soft words drifted in but you stopped hearing them.

You look fearfully at the empty bottles by your feet. An icy chill shoots down your spine as his words pull up memories from the hazy mists of your mind.

I'm curious about cock. I feel like a fake dyke. I just want to try it once. I want to get it rough. Just a little inside me. I want to be used. I need to be put in my place. I want to feel it throbbing in me. My gender could be fucktoy. I want to feel cum. I need a cis man to take me and show what I am for. I want cock. I need to be bred. I need a real cock inside me.

All the carefully-hidden, shameful desires that you've harboured. They've never emerged from the frantic rubbings under your blankets. Pussy juice on one hand, phone on the other, scrolling Tumblr kink blogs through the night. They're fantasies. Not real. Never meant to be heard by anyone else.

Gavin is supposed to be safe. Gavin is a friend. Gavin is a nice modern liberal man who respects women and enbys. Gavin is... looking at you with eyes that make you feel small despite your greater height.

His hand is now rubbing your clit. Your knees weaken. He knows the truth. He's going to take you. You clench your thighs by instinct but end up rubbing your pussy on his leg.

He kisses you with an overwhelming hunger. A tongue touching the insides of your mouth with a forcefulness you've never experienced before. His hip grounds into your leg with his hard shaft leaving a trail of pre-cum on your inner thigh.

You try to fight but you're still reeling from the betrayal. You're shakey. You've never been touched by a cis man before. The world seems to white out in your daze. He takes the chance and spins you around. You're staring at your own reflection in the window, bent over the counter. The moments are captured in the spotty glass like translucent ghosts. Watching him look down to line up with your hole. Feeling yourself stretched. Watching his face light up and his mouth open in pleasure. Feeling him plummet into you, invading you.

Just like you said you wanted.

The swinging of his balls is perfectly positioned to hit your engorged labia with every thrust. Your legs slip farther out, and suddenly your clit is tingling from the impact too.

A man is fucking you. A cis man with a hot and hard penis. Reaching inside you and taking you. Touching you in the places you wish you didn't have. It doesn't matter that you're friends. You have a vagina that his cock could use. You bite your lips. Afraid to make this worse.

Afraid to let your pleasure escape.

You blink back the tears as you are pressed onto the ground not too gently, the cold kitchen tiles embracing you with its own hardness. Gavin resumes pounding into you without caring.

"I've wanted to do this for so long. You're so fucking hot. I can't believe you're letting me do this to you. Your pussy feels amazing"

You have never felt so grossly feminine in your life. It feels... strange to look up and see a man on top, his chest heaving as he takes his pleasure inside you. Your hard nipples rub against his hairy chest and you can't help but bring your hands up to pinch them harder. You close your eyes in shame as a moan finally escapes you.

Sex with women, enbies, and trans men feel like play in comparison. This is primal. A satiation of biological needs that your body is responding to. You were born to have your female womb bred by a male penis. There will be consequences, your life will be ruined. Not because of the potential pregnancy, but because you will never be able to associate sex with anything else again. You clench around him, eliciting a growl from Gavin.

You can't live without cock again. The punishing thrusts of a hot shaft touching you in places you wish you didn't have. But it feels so right, so good. A real penis is inside you. Sailing higher and higher, your mind grasping for a peak that you have never reached before. Have never imagined before.

Suddenly, he withdraws. His hands on your thighs, and he's bending your legs back until your knees are almost touching your shoulders. Your dysphoria flares as you realize how open your vagina is, a gaping hole presented to a real man in all its vulnerability. Just as painful, is the loss of his cock from your body. You're clenching around air, devoid of the fullness moments ago.

"What are you?" Gavin asks, his hard erection causally sliding on your clit. He knows you hate this question, the forceful attitude from a world that doesn't recognize your fluidity.

Yet, the answer seems to bubble underneath your moans.

"What. Are. You." Each word is punctuated by a heavy slap of his cock on your clit. He is averaged sized, at best. And you are so proud of your growth after a year on T. Faced with biological reality, you can see his penis is huge on your tiny clit as you whimper under him. You can't speak as you look down at your genitals touching. He could breed you, change your body forever. Force you into womanhood.

"I'm... " You hesitate. His other hand spreads your labia majora open to reveal your drooling hole. Your drooling, empty hole that needs to cum. Look at this. He seems to say.

"I'm...a..." The tip of his penis poised at your hole. Barely touching. His shaft coated with your juices. Lubricated to slide into you, as nature intends.

It feels like your breath is trapped in your body as you tighten and resist. But the throbbing of your clit and the warmth of his cock keep you in the unfortunate reality of your assault.

"I'm... a... girl." It feels like something in you changed. A flush of heat raced down and straight to between your legs. You tell yourself that you just want to get this over with.

His pushes into you hard. It's painful, but your body feels full with pleasure too. When he grounds his pelvis against you, your clitoris feels positively electrified.

Hot breaths warm your ears as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. His hips drive into you with a careless abandon as he penetrates your pussy.

Faster. With a breathlessness shared between your bodies as you kiss, your bodies meld together as you push back against him. His motions grow erratic. You know what is coming. Instead of disgusting you, the realization draws out a longing you have felt for so long, through all the secret moments of rubbing alone in the dark. He groans and you clutch at his shoulders, your legs spread wide.

"You're gonna take my load." He states. It isn't a question.

Is it you who wrapped your legs around his waist? You don't know when you gave up the fight as you writhe under Gavin's body, his penis inside you, his body dominating yours in every way possible. He penetrates you. You feel it coming, the peak that seems unreachable. You could see in his eyes that it's coming. It's coming... And...

He penetrates you again, and lets out a groan as he grabs your waist and pushes his cock as deep inside your pussy as possible. His penis throbs and expands inside of you, and a spurt of his sperm shoots into your cervix. Another spurt as he shoves himself in and out again and his body jerks against you. You can't help but clench on his cock, which feels impossibly large in you. He keeps cumming and it feels so right to receive it, to give him pleasure. Your innocent womb now swimming with millions of his seeds. You feel it deep in you, and your body goes tight, clenching hard on his cock as you soar towards your own peak.

You don't want to cum on his cock. You've never cum from penetration. But a man has just taken your body. Used you. Unloaded his balls completely in your fertile womb. Bred you.

Climbing upwards to your ecstasy, trembling, looking into the eyes of your rapist. The orgasm rips through you like a windstorm and you feel yourself giving over completely to your pussy. She is tightening and milking all the cum from his hard cock. It's so good to be fucked. To be a girl. To be bred. You let go, and the fall into your darkest pleasures is more exhilarating and scary than you could ever imagine. Waves of pleasure radiating from your pussy and through your body, leaving you boneless and devoid of any scrap of fight. It's so good to accept your place.

How could you ever go back?

You clutch and squirm and moan. Nobody would ever think you were anything but a straight cis woman if they saw you. Drunk on the pleasure of being cummed in. Forced to accept your biology. The scent of his musky sweat and cum fills you up and leaves you heady.

He draws his cock out of your pussy with a definite *pop*. He smacks your bottom as the cum dribbles out of your vagina and onto the tiles.

"I'll tell my ultimate frisbee team. Let's skip the feminist author panel tonight. We'll get a few more loads in you." He smiles, back to the reliable and supportive Gavin.

You? You will never be the same again.

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