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(This original post I marked as mature, so I am screenshotting it instead of reblogging it to get rid of that tag. Transcript is in the image description.)
Still thinking about this. I need it to be well organized, but entirely without my consent. She gives him everything he needs-- my schedule, access to the house cameras, any toys or bondage gear he wants to use on me.
Because he's not just there to fuck me, in the end. He's there to train me to be a good dyke, who'll whimper and spread my legs no matter how much fear and pain I'm in, who will be obedient and listen instead of protesting and fighting.
After all, when my femme comes back, she wants to make sure her investment has paid off. I like to imagine she comes home to me on my knees, arms bound tightly behind my back, and he hands her my leash as she gives him his payment. She tugs on my collar towards the bedroom, dragging me onto the bed where she can inspect my raw, fucked out pussy still dripping fresh cum. She sighs contentedly as she fingers it back into me as I squirm. It'll still be a few months before I start to show, but clearly the three weeks of intensive training paid off.
Maybe she'll have to invite her new "friend" over again sometime... She's certain he wouldn't mind a few free home visits.
me screaming and crying "im a lesbian!" between each of his womb deep thrusts, pussy clenching and i tell myself its from fear but its also wet and unrelenting as a suction pocket for his cock but i keep screaming "im a lesbian!" and he keeps fucking me on the sidewalk he tackled me onto and my clit is pulsing with my racing heartbeat and i tell myself its panic from being near a man, but my pushing against his body to get him off me is getting weaker and my begging for him to stop is quickly turning into whimpering gasps that soften and melt into reluctant moans and i keep whispering "im.. a lesbian", i sigh "im a les..bian", i moan "im... a... lesbian" and he keeps fucking me even and especially after he cums because no man is ever satisfied with just one round
thinking about pinned down and fucked while my gf is forced to watch, both of us begging for him to stop as he pounds my cunt deeper, Ignoring our pleas as he fills my fertile womb đ”âđ«
You catch the eye of an incredibly sexy older femme at the bar; you can feel her lusty eyes burning holes in you across the room until she finally walks over and you instantly melt before her elegant, dominant demeanor. The instant she opens her mouth to say hello, you can feel the blood rushing into your face. Thereâs no question about it: sheâs taking you home with her.
Youâre so wrapped up in the excitement, it barely even registers to you that thereâs already a car in the driveway when she pulls into her remarkably spacious, dimly-lit house. She whisks you up to the bedroom so quickly you donât even get a chance to look at the photos hanging on the wall. She pushes you onto to the bed and you crumble instantly, desperate to please this Goddess, your limbs moving automatically as she orders you to undress, staring with wide-eyed anticipation as she buckles your wrists and ankles into the restraints attached to the bedposts. She purrs at you, gazing down at your defenseless form, as you eagerly await whatever she has in store for you. âNow, pet⊠are you ready to really make me happy?â You nod obediently⊠and she grins, before calling over her shoulder, âTheyâre ready for you now, darling.â
A question mark goes off in your head. Confusion gives way to fear as in your attempt to take stock of your surroundings, your eyes settle on a photograph framed on the nightstand: the gorgeous, dominant woman standing over her, and a man with his arm wrapped around her, gold bands gleaming on their fingers. A chill comes over you as you watch that same man stride into the room, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs. The woman instantly rushes to his side, running her hands along his muscular body, and purrs in his ear: âItâs another butch dyke, honey⊠your favorite.â
He stops at the foot of the bed and looks you up and down as he continues slowly unbuttoning his shirt, as you try to find the words to beg them to release you, but your tongue is frozen in your mouth. He grins. âDonât look so terrified now⊠Iâm not a cruel man; Iâd never rape you without giving you a chance. Youâre going to love this. And if you donât, weâll let you go⊠all you have to do is prove youâre not enjoying yourself. If you donât cum before I do, Iâll untie you and set you free. But if you do⊠youâre ours for the rest of the night.â He turns to his wife. âIsnât that right, sweetheart?â
She grins a devilish grin, and walks over to the bedside table drawer, pulling out a vibrating wand, which she waves ominously in your direction. âOf course, honey⊠how long do you think theyâre going to hold out?â
This one went straight to my clit, I have to admit. I can imagine how desperate and uncomfortable I'd suddenly be once the situation sinks in, begging to be let out, that I'll do anything if they just let me go. They just ignore me-- after all, if they gag me, they won't get to listen to the noises I'll make when I inevitably change my tune.
It'll be hard to resist the vibrator. I love having a vibrator held to my clit, and tied up like this, there's no way I can escape it now. Maybe it'd look like I'm trying to buck my hips away, but we all know I'm really just humping it helplessly. I can picture the woman leaning over me, watching the way my clit throbs as I twitch and grunt, trying to hide the fact that I'm enjoying myself so much. She gropes my tits and talks about me like I'm not even there-- "They're so wet, honey, you won't need the lube. Aw, look at how hard their clit is, they must be desperate for your cock."
Meanwhile, her husband crawls on the bed and over me. I pull helplessly at the restraints as I feel his skin against mine, his cock throbbing against my thigh. He humps idly against my hairy cunt as he joins his wife in groping my tips, eventually sliding his hands down to spread my cunt, assessing how wet my cunt is for him. The next thing I know his hard, hairy cock is rubbing up against my folds. He uses my own wetness to lube up his cock, and I grunt every time I feel the tip of his cock nudge my clit.
"You poor thing," He grins, rubbing the base of my clit as his wife holds the vibrator against me. "Babe, check out how much they're clenching around nothing. They must be desperate for this after all."
"These butch dykes hardly ever get a chance to experience the real thing," She sighs. "I always love watching their faces the first time they get split open by a real cock."
The next thing I know, it's happening. His cock catches against the entrance to my hole, and the next thing I know he's guiding it deep inside me. I grunt and clench instinctively, wound up too tight by the vibrator and all the sensations I'm experiencing for the first time. My entire lower body is tense, maybe trying to push the intruder out, maybe trying to draw him in deeper-- I can't tell, but no matter what I do, his cock keeps spreading my folds open and fucking deeper into my womb. The man huffs, drawing most of the way back out, shifting his hips slightly, and sinking even deeper back in. As he does so his wife increases the level on the vibrator, and the next thing I know I'm cumming helplessly on his cock, unable to hide my moans as my entire body yields to him.
I come back to my senses a few moments later as the man fucks my cunt in earnest now. The orgasm has forced me to relax, my cunt softening and allowing him to bottom out in me, his balls slapping rhythmically against my clit. I moan in equal parts pleasure and pained overstimulation, too fucked out to do anything but try and buck against him in the restraints.
"There we go," He laughs. "That wasn't so hard now, was it? I told you I'm not a cruel man. 'Sides, all you dyke cunts always feel much better after an orgasm or two."
I simply moan and go fully limp. I can feel my cunt milking his thick, long cock and a few moments later he's grinding against my cunt as I feel him filling my womb. He pulls out a few seconds later, getting cum all over the outside of my cunt, fingering it idly back in with a thick finger.
"That's better," He grins down at me. "Looks like we've got a new plaything for the night, sweetheart."
She laughs as she climbs on the bed, now sporting a long and cruel-looking strap on. As he unbuckles my restraints to flip me over, all I can think is that it's going to be a long, long night.
And I'm not sure I ever want it to end.
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𧥠- what got you into dykebreaking:
i blame omegle for grooming me, unrestricted internet access that exposed me to hardcore stuff way too young, and the subsequent humiliation kink i developed. i first found dykebreaking stuff a year or so ago when i started to browse tumblr for stuff to rub to. color me only slightly surprised that i was into it when i stumbled upon it on a hardcore blog. its this enticing ultimate humiliation and complete surrender to ego death. i tried to stay away from it bc it was causing me to feel bad about myself, but nothing besides my gf pissing on me really gets me as wet as fast as just a few dykebreaking posts.
đ€ - whatâs your fave dykebreaking post/story
anything by fixedorientation typically makes me squirm. i love any stories that emphasize that the dyke is still a dyke throughout it all.
đ©· - whatâs your fave dykebreaking fantasy
i love to fantasize about being used in a free use way. maybe im at a party, dressed in my usual slutty fits, and a guy is hitting on me and im unimpressed and tell him im a dyke. he grabs me by the hair and shoves me down on my knees, im yelling at him, trying to hit him, but his friend helps him hold me down. i look up, begging for help from anyone and i make eye contact with another woman. shes sitting down on a couch nearby- lifting up her skirt and i get a glimpse of her mouthwatering pussy snuggled under lace. she winks and slides her hands into her panties, rubbing her clit. its then i realize everyone is watching, laughing, jeering as they get turned on watching me struggle.
the man who started the whole thing tears off his belt. he hands it off to his friend who uses it to bind my arms together. im trying desperately to squirm away and his friend shoves my head towards him as he pulls out his cock, hitting me in the face with it, rubbing his balls and pubes all over my face. he threatens to fuck my ass if i bite. i shut my mouth but he slaps me across the face. my whole body rocks with the impact and my mouth falls open. he hurriedly shoves his cock into my mouth- immediately fucking my throat as i choke and gag, tears run down my face and ruin my makeup. i can only gasp for air when he lets me. i hear the casual chatter of our audience and the wet slide of hands on cocks nearby. i hear a loud deep groan and i feel something wet add to the slime thats smeared all over my face. a man just came on me for the first time in my life.
im in shock when i hear the voice of my tormentor mocking me "youre about to take your first load of cum, dyke." he coos at me. "dont worry theres plenty of people who will take my place after." he starts fucking my throat ferociously after that. i can feel myself on the verge of blacking out, barely registering the feeling of hands on my skimpy dress and the sting of a knife on my chest as they cut off my bra. im choking on cum, desperately trying to swallow when my thong gets torn off me. the man unceremoniously lets me fall face first into a puddle of cum, spit, and tears. im there gasping for breath barely able to believe anything that happening is real when a finger probes my pussy. i hear a gasp behind me and suddenly two fingers are being shoved into my pussy. the mans long fingers reaching deep and hitting my g-spot. oh no- i think as i feel no pain or harsh friction. he pulls his fingers out and waves them around the room and hollers "this dykes pussy is soaking wet from being face fucked!" people laugh and im flooded with shame that fuels my arousal.
the woman from earlier approaches me and picks my head up. "youre disgusting you filthy dyke whore!" she says sharply and spits in my face. im crying and begging them to let me go and insisting that i am a dyke. "no, youre fucking not you stupid slut!" the man behind me roars and suddenly i cant breathe for a different reason. the mans cock slides deep into me. its hot and unlike anything else ive had in my cunt. "we'll see if youre still calling yourself a dyke after i take your gold star, cunt" the man grunts starting a harsh, fast pace. the cock inside me feels so good that i cant keep my moans from slipping out. "see! youre starting to like it already! dont worry- after me there are plenty of others wanting a turn with you."
even after everything else that happens that night, when i stumble home im still a dyke. just one that was forced to experience the ultimate humiliation of cumming again and again on mens cocks. from then on, whenever i rub my cunt i end up finding myself remembering that night.
One of my favorite things when I'm playing with a dildo and I'm really wet is to push it in deep, all the way, and then let go. My cunt naturally tries to push the intrusion out, and without the force of my hand behind it, it sloooowly slides out. But what I find hot is imagining a guy who has restrained me or is holding me down to find a position where if he doesn't move much, my cunt can start to push him out of me... slowly pulsing and trying to get his cock out of my body, before he firmly and forcefully pushes it back in, laughing.
"You didn't think your body was actually strong enough to keep me from invading your cunt, did you?" He'd whisper as he held his cock deep inside my trembling cunt.
"The more you try to push me out, the more you massage my cock. And it feels so good, if you keep doing that, you're going to make me cum. Do you want that?" I whimper and try to wiggle away to freedom, but he just moans, my cunt wrapped around his whole length.
"Keep struggling, it's making me harder." He relaxes back again, and the fear causing me to be so tight that it starts to push him out again. It's a sick game, because just as some part of my brain becomes hopeful, I know I can't stop him from forcing it back in my dripping hole. Inevitably, he does so again, this time with a couple hard, quick thrusts, before he nestles in deep again.
"Fuck. You're cunt is gripping me so tightly, I'm going to cum any second..." I start to cry and shake my head, but he just moans and starts slowly and forcefully pushing his cock in and out of me, my tight cunt essentially milking him.
"Fuck yes, I knew you wanted it, you're making me feel so good... I can't wait to keep giving you want you want.... I knew you needed a big cock to stretch you out... now take my load nice and deep, right where I want it...." I am filled with fear and panic and arousal that makes my whole body warm, his moans and grunts right in my ear as he gropes and grabs my whole body, just pulling me closer any way he can, before his breath catches and he starts to fuck me fast and rough, making me cry out before he pulls my hips flush against him, grinds his cock deep into me, and moans. I can feel his pulsing cock and his body twitching, thighs pushing against mine as he pours his pleasure into me...
"Mmm. Good job, baby... I knew you wanted my cum.... I'll be back to give you more very soon."
imagine the shock and horror on a lesbians face the first time a mans cock is slammed into her tight warm pussy. her eyes go wide and she's gasping and shaking because in her mind she realises, in the midst of crying out and screaming for the man to stop thrusting inside her, that she can never go another day in her life again without this feeling, without being fucked and filled and pumped full by a mans cock, no matter how hard of a dyke she proudly claimed to be. this is how it was always meant to be. this is the fulfillment she was always looking for. this is how she feels whole. this is the natural way to fuck. just as nature intended.
hi can i request richkid!jungkook x mathtutor!yn. yn is only a few year older than him and she has to tutor jungkook everyday after school. yn already has a bf but jungkook determined to show her he is better than him? could you corporate dubcon into this too???
tysm if you decide to write this one. hope you have a nice day!!! đđđ
Noncon warning; reader has tears in the eyes, Jungkook grabs her and throws her onto the bed, reader keeps on saying no, reader keeps resisting, penetration against readerâs will but no graphic descriptions, reader doesnât want it, reader is forced to give a bj and handjob, forced clothing removal
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âCan you put down that fucking phone for one second?â
It all started with an annoyed huff coming from Jungkook when he spotted you texting your boyfriend, and in an act of protest he snatched your phone from you.
âGIVE IT BACK!â You screeched, horror rushing through your veins as you saw him scroll up too far in the conversation, and you felt your heart beat faster when he stumbled onto your boyfriendâs dickpick and some riskier photos of yourself.
Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you, a smug grin on his face. âI am so much bigger than him.â He said matter of factly.
âI think itâs best we leave it at this for today.â You hurried to grab your belongings. You needed to leave, you needed to go home and forget about this embarrassing moment.
âNo, we are not.â He stood up from his desk, towering over you.
âJungkookââ
âWhy can he see you naked and I canât?â Jungkook scoffed, gripping your wrist. âYou have known me longer than he does, I donât understand why you are doing this.â
You yanked your arm away, trying to ignore the burning sensation from his fingertips on your skin. You tried to walk past him, but he grabbed you and started to drag you. You kicked and screamed as he threw you on his bed.
"What the fuck are youââ
âSshh⊠Just feel how hard you made me. See? Just from seeing your nudesâŠâ He forced your hand against his bulge, his eyes closed and mouth slightly agape. He let out a low groan as he rubbed your hand up and down his erection, wanting more.
You quickly snatched your hand away from him, trying to avoid his grasp. You managed to escape his bed and bolt to the door, only to have him grab your arm and pull you towards him, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. His thumbs pressed down in the loops of your jeans, forcefully pulling them down. You yelped, grabbing his hands to stop him.
"No, no, no, no, no!"
He pushed you towards the bed, making you lose your balance and fall on top. You were now kneeling on the bed, hands against the mattress to support you.
You heard his belt buckle hit the ground as he undid his pants, his movements hurried as he tried to get them down his thighs. He tossed them onto the floor with his boxers, standing before you in only his black button-down. He gripped your hips, pulling you to the edge of his bed. He guided your hand back to his cock, making you grab hold of him.
"Mmhh," He groaned in satisfaction as he held you in place, making you stroke him slowly as he grinded against your palm. "I am going to show you that I am so much better than him.â Even if you tried, you wouldnât be able to remove your hand from his cock, his grip was too strong. You bit down on your lip, doing your best to avoid looking at him as you felt his cock throb between your hands. He reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off over his head, letting it fall onto the ground with the rest of his clothes. You were staring at your hands in disbelief as you watched him cover your hand with his saliva, letting his drool dribble onto your hands as you stroked him.
"Fucking take it off." He tugged at the back of your top, his breathing growing more heavy and his moans louder. He ripped your top over your head, making you gasp. He threw your top onto the floor and made you grab hold of him again.
"I want you to stroke me until I am rock hard." He guided your hands as he thrust his hips against you. "Sshh, sshh." He cooed as he looked down at your tear-filled eyes. "Just focus on getting me hard."
Jungkook pulled your bra down your chest, exposing your breasts to him. âI want to see them bounce as I fuck you." He mumbled, squeezing them. "Ah, fuckâ!" He exclaimed as you began to jerk him off. His head fell back as he took a sharp breath in.
"Jungkook, pleaseâ"
âThatâs enough. Lay down and spread your legs.â He forced you onto his bed and laid between your legs, his body hovering over yours. He pulled your jeans and panties off, letting them join the rest of the clothes on his floor. You were left naked and vulnerable before him, exposed. He looked at you hungrily, licking his lips. He was enjoying this way too much.
"Do you want to feel what it's like to have a real cock inside of you? I am going to fuck you so hard." He spat in his hand and rubbed it against his cock, making it glisten. He raised your legs, placing them on his shoulders and grabbed hold of his cock.
"I will make you feel so good that you are going to forget all about that loser." He ran the tip of his cock against your pussy lips, his eyes locked with yours. He smirked at you, licking his lips again before he thrusted his hips forward, driving his cock inside of you.
He let out a groan, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation of being inside you. His fingers dug into your thighs, making you wince in pain.
You felt yourself tearing up, trying to think of the most disgusting things you could in order to prevent yourself from enjoying it. You turned your face to the side and squeezed your eyes shut, wishing he would just hurry up and finish.
He grunted, forcing his cock in and out of you. "You are so wet, fuckâ I can feel how much you want this." He grabbed your hand, placing it against your pussy. "Feel how wet you are? Look!" He pressed your fingers against your clit, making you moan softly. You didn't want to enjoy it, but his touch felt too good.
âStopâŠâ You whispered.
"Sshh," He cooed again, running his fingers through your hair and kissing your forehead. He rubbed your clit in circles as he fucked you.
âAh..â An involuntarily moan escaped from your lips. He smirked at you, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on your lips.
"Just feel, just enjoy." He pressed another kiss against your lips, kissing you softly and sweetly as he continued to finger your clit. "Don't hold back, it feels so good, doesn't it?" He moaned into your mouth, sucking on your tongue as his hips started to move faster.
âPlease stopâŠâ You whimpered weakly.
He pulled back and grabbed hold of your face, forcing you to look at him. He smiled softly, kissing you again.
"It's okay." He whispered, his voice quiet and gentle. "I want you to cum on my cock."
"No!" You yelled out, grabbing hold of his wrist. He quickly pinned your hands above your head, looking down at you with a stern gaze.
"Don't tell me no. You are going to enjoy this, so let yourself enjoy it." He kissed you again, running his tongue over your lips and biting on your bottom one. "You have always wanted to fuck me, haven't you?"
"No, I don't want toâ"
"Liar." He spanked your ass, making you cry out in pain. "I know you want to feel my big cock inside you, and I know how much you wanted to fuck me the day we met.â
"Jungkook, I didn't!" You exclaimed. He pushed his thumb inside of your mouth, forcing it between your teeth.
"Shh." He stroked the hair out of your face. "I want you to feel good. I want you to cum all over my cock."
He started to move faster, pushing his thumb deeper inside your mouth as you struggled against him. He watched you intently as your pussy squeezed his cock.
The noises coming from your bodies were disgusting and you wished you could block them out. But you couldn't, the sound was loud and clear, filling the room.
After a while, Jungkook pulled out of you.
âCome ride me baby.â He panted, slapping his cock against your stomach.
You shook your head and crawled away from him, but he grabbed you and pulled you back towards him.
"Come on, I want you to fuck yourself on me." He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you down onto his hips. "Don't hold back."
He began to thrust his hips against you, guiding your hips. You clenched your fists in frustration, trying to move away from him.
"No, pleaseâ Ah, please stop!" You begged.
"Just let it all go." He whispered in your ear, rubbing your clit again. You couldn't help but gasp. "I will make sure you will enjoy this." He pulled you closer and kissed you, sucking on your tongue.
You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to feel his touch, his hand rubbing your clit and his other hand groping your breast. You didn't know what to do, you couldn't think.
Maybe he was right, maybe you had to let it all go and enjoy the moment⊠Maybe you would forget all about that loser of a boyfriend if you let yourself enjoy it.
Your pussy was so sensitive, throbbing as it felt him inside you. His thrusts were strong, you could feel him fill you completely. Your legs shook, you were getting closer to your orgasm.
He was kissing you hungrily and forcefully as he grabbed hold of your hips, helping you move up and down on him. He grunted, thrusting into you deeper.
"You like that?" He moaned, leaning back and looking at where his cock was disappearing inside of you. "You look so fucking good riding my cock." He groaned, pulling you down and forcing your hips against him. You moaned, rolling your hips. He was so hard inside you, his cock throbbed and his tip hit your sensitive spot with every thrust.
"Jungkookâ" You panted, squeezing your eyes shut. You couldn't believe you were letting him make you feel like this. âStop, pleaseâŠâ
"Just a bit more." He grunted. He thrusted faster and harder, pushing you towards the edge. You knew he was about to cum, his movements became sloppy and desperate.
Your body betrayed your words, and you started to orgasm. You rolled your hips, feeling yourself contract around his cock as your pussy throbbed. You came all over him, screaming and moaning as your body convulsed. He groaned loudly, pulling you down onto his cock and thrusting it in one last time.
You felt Jungkook pull out of you before turning you around, pushing his cock into your mouth as he started to face fuck you.
You sucked his cock, letting him thrust his cock in and out of your mouth. His moans grew louder, he was close. He was grabbing hold of your head before he pulled out, shooting all over your face. He let his cock rest against your lips, watching as his cum covered your face.
hye guys,, wanna ask for your help,, if you got any writers who write a hard smut, (especially non-con fanfic) PLEASE DO TAG ME or you can just mention their username. i would LOVE to read and support them THANK YOUU
Even though I'm not as active post wise, this right here. Agree 1000% I had planned on posting some NSFW and im tired of seeing the cry of people basically doing: I don't like your stuff because it's this and makes me uncomfortable so cater to ME! If you don't you are this and that's bad!
In the future for those who follow me. I will be posting not only fluff But NSFW as well for me and to share with others. But this mentality to attack and not even think to separate reality from fantasy is ridiculous. Time to go with the saying: if you,don't like something, leave, don't click it when there are clear warning labels of the content. You can't blame the poster but yourself for letting curiosity get you.
So to those that follow me and if you are a minor: Be responsible and hold yourself accountable to what you come across. If I post something that is NSFW CONTENT don't read it, I can't stop you but only warn you what you come across. And you cross that bridge on your own if you chose to read.
Yall who bashed just one of the sweetest people on here, are coming for the wrong one. Look at yourselves before you start acting like a fool and quite frankly grow up and think before you speak. Not everyone will cater to you because that is not how the world works.
Getting serious
About minors, platonic tickling etc.
Uffff guys I know my blog is like 90% fun times and fluff, I avoid answering hateful asks, dislike to reblog negative posts that wonât have me go yaaay and fangirling and all, but I really need to get this rant off my chest and I know it will cost me a bunch of followers that do not agree, but thatâs fine! This is just my opinion!:)Â
So I say in advance, please block or unfollow my blog if my opinion offends you. If you only follow my blog for TK fics, they will be on Ao3 so you can find them there. No hard feelings, Iâm not here to argue or for discussion, after this I will continue posting tk trash fics and other fun content I promise. If you would like to talk to me about this matter, please just in chat or comment to this post^^ I wonât answer too many asks about it.
About minors
This is no personal attack to anyone who does this, but something I think is a bit off to me is how adults (and minors themselves actually) continue to call out for minors to be protected by us, by the community.Â
I am an adult (age-wise haha, 4ever acting like a teen), but like everyone I have been a minor on the internet, and my personal opinion is that sure we can do everything we want to be considerate and help, save or âprotectâ the minors in the community, but in the end itâs the minors who protect themselves? Not just rely on adults to make this a safe internet environment for you.Â
If people refer to themselves as a âchildâ then please act like a child and stay away from a tickle community like this on Tumblr where itâs swarming with all kinds of people with kinks, rude people, creeps, etc. There are also nice people but still u.u A child also doesnât go out to a club and dance:c. Â
I was a less innocent âchildâ (talking about age of 14 ~ 18 here), I did go to the club at 15-16 haha oops, and yes my interest in tickling has brought me to many places on the internet from TMF to chatboxes with strangers and tickle RPâs with people who might have been dirty perverts. Did I mind? No it was my own choice, and as soon as someone got weird or creepy, as soon as I got a d*ckpic in my face, as soon as I felt I was talking with someone that wasnât right, I quit. Block, the end.
Tumblr is a public website where people post anything and whatever they like. There is no option like on certain social media to ârequest to follow a blogâ or whatever, whether you like it or not, people can follow your blog, thatâs how public this website is:(.
Still there is plenty that can be done to keep it a safe internet space for yourself as much as possible. Donât like something/someone? Block and unfollow. Unpleasant private message? Block, delete. Not everyone will read or mind your âdo not interactâ, there are plenty of rude/creepy people who will still message you. Iâm actually not sure if itâs possible to turn off chat, but at least anon can be turned off.Â
But theres especially nothing these creeps can do if you simply block them. If they approach you again, block them again and report. Even I have blocked plenty of blogs I either donât want to contact me, or simply because I donât want those people to see my posts.
And if even with the ability to block, unfollow, filtering triggering tags and everything, you still feel unsafe because anyone can still approach you or because unpleasant posts appear on your dash, then Iâm afraid this just isnât the website for you.Â
About platonic TK & the P-word
I wonât lie about it, a while ago I had a very salty anon in my inbox accusing me of being P. (!!!) Not that I posted the ask, it was very unfriendly and if something I do upsets you, either block me or confront me personally, not on anon so I should post the ask on my blog. I rather not:c.Â
FYI My times of answering public hateful asks are over hahah :âD. Iâve got better things to post*w* My chatbox is open, or you can send a non-anon ask so I can answer you privately.
But anyway: excuse me? I think after seeing some discourse I might have an inkling of who this person is so for their own protection I blocked them so they wonât see my âto-their-eyes-harmful-contentâ on their dash again.
Again: EXCUSE ME? Iâm really afraid that people on the internet are nowadays too sensitive and jumping to conclusions, and also canât know the meaning of the P-word.Â
Definition = Sexual feelings directed towards children.
So to all who might have been curious: NO I DONâT HAVE THOSE WTF. And to those jumping to conclusions in no way am I defending people who are P, itâs bad and gross, Iâm only saying I am not one of those. The reason for the accusation was my BNHA Special Training headcanon post, I guess because for some itâs hard to see the difference between platonic and sexual tickles where adults and minors are both involved.Â
If fics, posts, gifs, videos (cough, a lot of anime and cartoons, cough, sample gif under here) where adults tickle minors disgust you and make you feel uncomfortable, sure fine! Ignore them, block the people who post them! Quickly scroll past them if they still appear on your dash.Â
But donât go into automatic P-accusation mode because that is not okay. Your personal preference, triggers and opinions do not necessarily say anything about the other person, so donât be mistaken.Â
About writing & fandom
Last but not least, Iâve had a similar rant probably years ago because my opinion is still the same: Yes, some of my fics are noncon (interrogation style fics). Yes some of my fics are dubcon (the lee protesting). Some of my pairings I wrote are also dubious (villain x hero etc.).Â
But people should learn to see the difference between FICTION & REALITY! If you canât do it and this cancel culture really is your thing, good luck canceling all authors who wrote horror books and stories with lots of gore and torture, who wrote stories about relationships between adults & minors, incest, and all the taboos, and on top of that not just these authors, but also the fandoms enjoying these things. (cough, game of thrones).
Yes, I enjoy anime and manga like Junjou Romantica, Sekaiichi Hatsukoi, Super Lovers, the holy trinity of dubious consent, relationships between older and younger guys, and more, and there might be more things I like to put in fics that just donât feel as comfortable for you.
If you donât like these, if they disgust you, trigger you, of course please avoid them! But donât call me a P or r@pist or whatever for enjoying these ;w; And donât go publicly shaming the authors of these manga and the entire studio and production teams of the anime for being p*do and psychos, who knows if they are but you canât judge from their fictional work!Â
I know itâs no use and this is just the way the internet is nowadays, people will still do this, but I wanted to let you know this is my opinion on these matters and that there are no hard feelings for me if you donât like my content, but please then just stop seeing them, and block me.Â
Itâs basically like people who would walk on the streets and point at someone: you make me uncomfortable so get out of my sight. Sorry but Iâm afraid they wonât T-T. Itâs you who will need to turn away and (hopefully not) run away fast. Sure you can yell at everyone for not making the environment safe for you and I know it sucks that there are creeps out there!Â
But itâs sadly how the world is, and especially the internet is where people can do whatever they want, and itâs you who should choose to turn away, block, if not extreme enough more drastic steps like moving to another website or turning off your phone/computer. I know some people who deactivated their FB, Insta and Twitter because they donât like seeing certain things, that is their choice and they have no hard feelings towards the people who make the websites dislikable even though it sucks pretty bad they had to remove their accounts.Â
So, with that said, Iâm going back to watching Demon Slayer / Kimetsu no Yaiba yaaaay I love it so much! And no I would not like to personally slash demon throats, I just really enjoy this series alriiight:). Jkjk haha. Itâs made me bawl like a baby already several times.Â
T.W: R@PE IS IMPLIED THO NOT EXPLICITLY OR GRAPHICALLY STATED
It felt like heaven. It felt like i was in my owm little paradise. Even when she made so much of a fuss, even when she screamed and cried and begged me to stop I was in heaven. Believe me reader when I say she enjoyed it too, from the bottom of her dark and twisted little heart. She loved the way i was rough with her, the way I would downright refused to give her what she wants when she told me to slow down. Why else would she hang around with those other boys downtown when she knows I don't like it when she does so? The shared paradise we were in that night will forever be locked in my memory. It was paradise, it was beautiful. Even if that paradise was the dark alleyway your parents always told you to avoid
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Gilbert kidnaps his darling a year after she was Belle, As a second birthday gift. After all, What present could be better than his favorite bunny? None.
He has his darling sitting on his lap. He hugged her from behind and nuzzled his face against her neck, His fingers slowly crept over her breasts, his touch making her nipples harden and press against the thin see-through fabric of her top. He sucked hard on his darlingâs neck leaving a deep red mark there. His hands trailed down the front of her skirt, Then, he hiked it up. His beloved stiffened in his hold as he stroked her inner thigh. The action appeared to set her even more on edge.
He grabs her by the throat, then squeezes it hard as a warning,
âDonât move.â
Heâll put his darling on his bed and tie her arms behind her back using his black satin necktie.
Heâll throw her legs over his shoulders and ravage her slowly, enjoying the sound of her uneven breathing and the way her legs tremble when he sucks harder on her clit. Heâll press his tongue even harder against her soft bud, then shove a finger inside her, quickly adding a second one, Mesmerized by how quickly her walls adjust to his fingers. Heâll move his fingers around, feeling her walls and rubbing them.
Gilbert watches how his fingers move inside of her attentively. After all, sheâs his first love.
His First love, First time, Oh how sweet. If only she werenât struggling against him so much earlier And was more willing this could have been even nicer for her. Gilbert continues to stimulate her through her orgasm, making the poor girl shamefully beg him to stop.
He licks her juices off his fingers before stopping..
His gaze moves towards her chest again, and he tugs on the bow of her top. Then just like with a birthday present, It comes undone. He runs his fingers over her now exposed chest, cupping her breasts and squeezing them hard with his cold fingers.
Tears trail down MCâs face, Humiliation and Shame both fill her mind as she tries not to sob loudly.
Gilbert kisses her cheek sweetly âHm. Out of all beautiful things, you are my favorite.â
He unbuckles his belt, and MCâs blood runs cold once more.
He pushes her legs apart, Holding her down harder with one hand and covering her mouth with the other.
Gilbert aligns his shaft with her entrance, and then slowly enters her...
Thrusting lightly into her, He lets out a mewl when he feels how warm she is, and perfectly wrapped around him. a lovesick look crosses his face as he murmurs, âI love you, little bunny. I love you so much⊠Iâll make you fall in love with me too."
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I want to make a disheveled little bitch out of him.
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He stops before your door silver key in hand, and observes the light shining through the windows of your house, Poor thing... You didn't know what an unfortunate fate was about to befall you. His blood-red eye glimmers in the last rays of sunlight as he twists the key within the keyhole, hearing an audible 'click' before unlocking the door. He pushes the door open and steps inside quietly before observing the interior. He already had a basic layout of the house, along with directions, But still decided to have a look around for you anyway. Who knows? maybe youâll unknowingly play a little game of hide and seek with him before he finds you.
He sees your coat hanging off of a garment rack and shoes stacked upon a small shoe rack near the door. He takes light steps, checking the living room for you, and then your bedroom.Â
He enters your bedroom, his eyes scanning the area thoroughly before falling upon the lingerie set you had left on your bed. He chuckles, 'So slutty.' picking it up, he inspects the undergarment, his fingers tracing the lace as he mutters something to himself before he sets the skimpy material down. He continues to look for you, taking slower but quieter strides across the house until he finally hears you in the kitchen.
You take two cups out of the cupboard and then set them on the table, moving swiftly throughout the Kitchen and preparing the dinner table excitedly. Your husband was going to join you for dinner tonight so you cooked his favorite food and took out a sweet vintage wine for him to drink with it. You set the table neatly, adding candles to set the perfect atmosphere and make everything romantic... And then you waited.Â
8:45 PM He was first 45 minutes late, So you waited until 9:00 before exhaling in disappointment. He promised you he'd be home at 8:00 PM sharp so the two of you could enjoy a nice dinner together and yet he didn't come home on time once again. You get out of your chair disappointedly to fix yourself a plate of food, figuring that there is no point in waiting for your husband anymore. âIf heâs not home on time then he wonât be home for hours.â You muttered to yourself.
As you pick up your fork and knife you feel somebodyâs presence appear behind you and clamp a hand over your mouth. You squeal, startled by the hand and drop your kitchen utensils, then feel a warm breath hit your ear "Oh, Are you going to have dinner alone?" A voice you hate to admit you recognize asks you, making your heart set off in a panic and beat faster against your chest. The hand covering your mouth moves down to your throat, your perpetrator tightly gripping your throat with his left hand while his other hand moves to press a gun against your head. You freeze, expecting him to pull the trigger and end you right here and now but he clicks his tongue in amusement, "Can you believe he'd ask me to kill such a beautiful woman?" He talks, seemingly to himself as your hands nervously grip his arm with your fingers trembling in anxiety.
"What do you want?" You manage to rasp out between shallow breaths, "If it's money then just take my purse and go." You added, "Money?" He perked up, "Didn't you hear me when I said it's a shame your husband asked me to kill a beautiful woman like you?"
"...What nonsense are you sprouting?!" You hissed at him, your grip on his arm tightening and your nails digging into the fabric of his sleeve as his hold on your throat tightened firmly, his fingers putting pressure on your airway.
"Oh, If you don't believe me that's fine. I won't try to convince you to." He purrs, Sliding the gun from your head down to the sides of your waist before pointing the muzzle at your thigh, "You should be concerned about living now, rather than who sent me to kill you." His hold on your neck loosens slightly but only for him to push you down to the floor gun still pointing at you, "Get down." He says, and you comply, getting down just as he told. "What do you want?" You ask, licking your lip anxiously as you slowly move to get down on your knees, "I don't know?" He holds your hair tightly from behind, fisting it, then pushes you even lower down "You'll have to think of something so I don't blow your brains out I guess." He says nonchalantly. You feel the cold metal of the gun pressed against the nape of your neck and trailing down your back, making you instinctively shiver as your eyes start to sting with tears, "Please don't do thisâŠ" You beg him, your meek voice cracking as you lose more and more of your composure. "I don't know⊠He offered me some good money to get rid of you. Whether I kill you or not depends on you, What do you have to offer?" He toyed with you amused, his voice sounding awfully cheerful for the predicament you were in. "Erm⊠Anything you want? I have a savings account-" He clicked his tongue in disdain, cutting you off and then roughly shoving the gun into your mouth. The muzzle knocks into your teeth before he forces it deeper in while tugging on your hair to force your lips to open wider. Tears stream down your cheeks, As he looks down at you with a sadistic smile on his face, "You look so pretty like this," He says with a pleased sigh "I'll enjoy you first before I kill you."Â
He pulls you back to your knees by your hair, making you whimper in pain, gun still shoved in your mouth. His fingers let go of your hair to quickly wrap around your neck and choke you, âYouâll like this.â He whispers, his sickeningly sweet voice sounding awful in your ears. His hold on you is brutal as he slams your back down against the cold floor and grips your throat tightly, his body moving on top of yours to straddle you as you struggle to try and make him let go of you. âLook at you. all worked up and struggling to break free⊠Hasnât anyone ever taught you that once youâre within a manâs grasp, a poor little woman like yourself can't get away?â  The gun muffling your screams falls down onto the floor as you struggle, kicking and hitting him as hard as you can with your fists. Your lips turn blue and your face gets paler as he chokes you to the point of almost passing out, âLook at how blue your lips have gotten. Iâm going to have fun forcing my cock inside you as you continue to beg me to stop and struggle.â He lets go of your throat and you inhale loudly, coughing as you try to take in as much oxygen as you can.
He gets off of you and yanks you up by your hair, Painfully throwing you face-first onto the empty side of the kitchen counter. You feel him hold both of your arms behind your back before hiking your dress up your hips.Â
âPlease donât do thisâ You beg him through tears, hoping heâll change his mind and stop this. He rips your underwear off as you try to protest and fight back using whatever energy you have left, His rough hand slaps you hard once, a red mark forming on your cheek immediately, by the strong impact of his palm striking you, "Don't struggle too much now." He growls through his teeth, His hand sliding over your pussy for his fingers to rub at your clit. He presses his knee between your legs to forcefully spread them apart, and slaps you a second time when you try to close them. his fingers pull your underwear to the side to run through your folds, While caressing you he sharply yanks your hair back, his other one moving down to tug on his zipper and unzip his trousers.Â
âCan you feel how hard youâve made me? This cock is going to be in you, rearranging your insides soon bunny.â You whimper as his arm sneaks around you for him to grip your neck again, and he pumps his hardened cock before pressing it against your ass. "If you want to live then you'll behave yourself and be a good girl for me,,, won't you?" He bites your neck leaving a painful bruised mark behind, making you cry out in pain and shiver. "You'll be a good girl for me, won't you? Say youâll be a good bunny." He repeats himself, his grip on your neck tightening to the point of being unbearable âSay youâll be my good girl.â He orders "I will! I~ Iâll be your good girl." You manage to get out, your voice coming out hoarse and you hic when his hold on your neck loosens, "Let's see if you can be a good girl then. put your hands on the counter." He commands you, letting go of you while you hesitantly do as he says. He picks up his gun off the floor and wipes it with his hand while you stand in front of him nervously with your palms pressed flush against the cold counter. He licks his lips, the sight of you helpless and at his mercy arousing him, painfully so, as he feels how his hard cock twitches because of you to the point where it's aching, begging to already be shoved into your little cunt and ruining you as you scream. He walks beside you and leans against the kitchen counter, then points his gun at you, "Get on your knees and pray you know how to give good head" He watches in satisfaction as you shuffle to do as he says, disgust plastered all over your face as you kneel before him, "If you try to bite me I'll blow your fucking brains out." He warns you.Â
His hand makes its way into your hair and then he roughly pulls it to hurt your scalp as a warning. You grimace at him, grossed out by just how much of a crazed monster this man is... He pulls you forward towards his manhood and you try to surpass a gag, already feeling nauseous by what you're about to do because of him. âGo on.â He encourages you. Your hand hesitantly moves up to wrap around his shaft before you stroke it once, your fingers deftly pumping it while he holds the gun to your head, "Take it into your mouth." He urges you inclining his hips toward you.Â
You lean closer to his shaft and lick a stripe down the base, your tongue tracing the vein on the left side of it, and you hear his breath hitch. You pump him with your hand, not quite sure how exactly you'll take him into your mouth because he is quite big. You give his cock small kitten licks, your tongue giving special attention to the head until you suck the tip and wrap your mouth around it, hollowing your cheeks out and taking him as much as comfortable into your mouth. Your other hand wraps around his shaft to pump him as you Bob your head up and down, making him twitch inside of your mouth. Your abuser's head falls to his shoulder as he sighs, his fingers brushing your hair out of your face and stroking your head as he praises you, "Good bunny..ah... You're doing so well with that mouth."Â
He pets your cheek, lightly thrusting his hips forward to make you gag. Tears form in the corners of your eyes from the action but you continue to please him. He moans quietly, relishing in how warm your mouth feels as you suck his cock off,  "You're doing so we-llâŠhah⊠I might just make you my own wife instead." You just look at him with a glare from the corner of your eye, "You'd like that wouldn't you?" He continues, "You're choking on my shaft now while your husband is away."Â
Spit drips down the corners of your mouth as he forces your head lower down on his shaft, "You're such an unfaithful wife. Choking on my shaft like a slut just begging for it⊠Would you like me to fuck you in your shared bedroom where you and your husband sleep next?" He abuses your throat, making you gag and cry with tears running down your cheeks like a stream as he thrusts faster and deeper, hitting the back of your throat hard. "Oh but I suppose it's my fault you're being such a dirty slut of a wife right now"Â
"If your husband wasn't an asshole you wouldn't be forced to choke on my dick."Â
He thrusts into your mouth a few more times, his movements slowing down as his hips tremble slightly and you feel him twitch in your mouth, Thick cum soon hitting the back of your throat as he reaches his release. He holds your head on his shaft, refusing to let you go even as you gag and feel disgust rise from the pit of your stomach again, "Swallow it." He orders you, "I'll let you go when you take all of my cum" Your brows furrow in disdain, your need to breathe quickly overriding your disgust as you swallow his cum, desperate to have air. He pulls your head back, saliva still connecting your lips to his shaft as you pant heavily and he sticks his thumb into your mouth, making you stick your tongue out  "Good bunny~" He purrs, "Get up now and put your hands on the counter again." He reaches under your arms to help prop you up, Your legs feel weak and your panting still has not subsided as you slouch atop the kitchen counter, too tired to hold yourself up on it.Â
He pets your head from behind, his fingers hiking your dress up once more before moving towards your pussy again. He rips your underwear off then spreads your folds apart, feeling his fingers become wet as he prodded your tight pussyâs entrance. He pulls his fingers back to see them slick with your juices and then tilts his head in amusement, Â "Oh, What's this?" He inquires "Does this turn you on so much? Being taken advantage of?"Â
His other hand strokes your ass, his fingers squishing the soft flesh there before he insults you, âWhat a slutty little bunny you are.âÂ
"If you want me to fuck your cunt so badly that you've gotten this wet then I ought to do as you desire." He shoves two fingers into your pussy, making your hips twitch, and he moves them slowly inside... He rubs your walls his fingers pumping in and out of you as he adds another one to quicken his pace. He takes hold of your leg and pulls it to the side to spread your thighs wider for him to finger you easier. He puts another finger in before clicking his tongue and turning you around, hoisting you up so you can sit on top of the kitchen counter. He stretches your walls loosening you up enough for him to sheathe his cock into you without you having to be in too much pain. You frowned up at him, A quick "Slow down" leaving your mouth as you grabbed onto his shoulders.Â
He pauses for a moment then resumes to fingering you too fast and making you huff as your legs tremble and try to close, as you feel like heâs about to force your orgasm out of you, "I know you're ready for me bunny" He pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean of your juices and getting a sweet taste of you. "Wait-" You choked out,
"What?" He asks, his single red eye glimmering in delight as it looks straight into your own eyes.  "I...I'm not ready." You voice out, guilt clouding your head once again because he was about to force himself into you⊠and youâre allowing it.. again. "Aww, are you feeling bad for your husband?" His fingers stroke your thigh, gently caressing your soft skin, "I'mâŠ" Your voice cracks as you begin to cry once more, loud sobs leaving you and wrecking your body. He looks sympathetic... Almost apologetic even. stroking your hair gently, he hugs you closer to him "Shh⊠I won't take long." He whispers into your ear, making you shiver. Your hands press against his chest as hard as they can, trying to push him away from you but he merely grabs your legs before aligning himself at your entrance. He enters you with one long thrust, making you nearly scream as you hurriedly clamp a hand over your mouth to stifle the loud moan threatening to escape you.âFuck, youâre so tight..â He breathes in deeply, feeling your soft walls welcome him in and stretch around his shaft, his hands move to wipe the tears forming at the corners of your eyes âFuck, Bunny⊠Youâre so tight.â He groans âCan you feel how hard youâre clenching around me?â he begins moving, his shaft dragging sickeningly well along your walls and giving you an awful sense of pleasure⊠You curse yourself mentally as you moan underneath him like a bitch in heat and wrap your legs around his waist to pull him deeper in. âG-Good bunny..â He praises you, then nips on your neck, leaving a sweet and tingling mark there. âHaah..â You moan beneath him, unable to contain your voice anymore. Despite how much you hated himâŠÂ this. he was unfortunately turning you on. âLook at how loud youâre being~ you really are...a..a slutty bunny.â He chuckles as the sound of skin hitting skin combined with your moans and his grunts echoing throughout the otherwise quiet house. âI knew you'd enjoy this, bunny.â He kisses you as tears escape your eyes, leaving you a whimpering mess at his mercy. He pulls your hips up changing angles for the better as his shaft reaches deeper into you, dragging along every pleasant nerve and spot.
âPlease-..â You mewl unsure of what youâre beginning for.. his cock? This is so shameful and embarrassing... âPlease what bunny?â He inquires, his thrusts slowing down but becoming harder. âDo you want to cum?â His grin is awfully smug, his black eye patch somehow finally catching your eye as you gaze up at him stubbornly refusing to answer.  your eyes almost burn a hole into the dark material of his eye patch with how hard youâre staring, and he takes note of this. âOh. Are you curious? Too bad I canât show you⊠I'd have to kill you then.â
Your breath audibly hitches in your throat as his cock hits that one good spot inside of you, making your toes curl and your fingernails dig into his shoulders as you whimper and hold onto them for support. âWhat a stubborn little bunny.â He stops moving and the abrupt lack of stimulation just frustrates you further as you glare at him, âPlease..â You canât stop the words from escaping your lips, âPlease keep on fucking me hard Gilbert~â
âI want to cumâ You added, needily arching your hips toward him. His eye sparkled in satisfaction as he leaned down to your ear to whisper, âIâm so happy to finally hear you say my name.. Ahâ he starts moving again, his thrusts slow at first then, gradually becoming faster as your hand moves down to rub at your clit while he pounds into you, a series of loud moans leaving you both. â-Fuck.. Bunny... I missed fucking you like this so much.â You hear him say as you clench around him, your pleasure quickly building up until you finally throw your head back, nearly screaming his name as your orgasm washes over you and makes you cum all over his shaft. âFUCK- Gilbert~!..ooh...â
A minute later, heâs cursing under his breath his hips sloppily moving as he slows down his thrusts until you hear him moan quietly, his cock shooting long ropes of cum within you and painting your walls white.Â
Filled with his cum, You lay there panting, neither of you daring to say anything until you finally feel relaxed enough to speak. âI didnât think Iâd ever see you againâ You admitted truthfully. âI said Iâd steal you away, didnât I?â He replies as he rubs your cheek, his red eye softening as he sweetly looks at you.Â
You both gaze at each other for a while before you tug on his necktie, pulling him down for a comfortingly sweet kiss. As the two of you change angles to deepen the kiss. you hear the front door being loudly unlocked and then thrown open with a loud âthudâ, someone finally making his way into your house. âAh, Thereâs your husband.â Gilbert chuckles as he pulls out of you, his cum with your juices combined beginning to drip out of your pussy almost instantly. He pulls back from you to tug your dress back down your hips, and tuck himself back into his trousers, âLetâs greet him, shall we? After all, heâs the fool who ordered your assassination.âÂ
âAnd later letâs have some of that dinner you made.âÂ
"It will just take some time now"
â â ïž đđđđđđđ đđđđđđđđ â Smut... Noncon, Yandere, impregnation.
He forces your face into the pillow, his rough hand gripping your wrists behind your back tightly while his other hand is hiking your short dress over your bruised hips. He doesnât say anything as you whimper in pain at his rough movements, probably choosing to ignore you as usual.
"ChevalierâŠ" The white sheets rustle beneath you as you try calling his name to let him know that he's being too rough, And he clicks his tongue in annoyance but loosens his grip on you, and soon lets your wrists go. He grips the sides of your waist, his fingers somewhat digging into your flesh as he flips you onto your back, then nudges your legs apart and positions himself between your thighs.
Only because of your obedience, heâll treat you kindly.
Youâve been behaving exceptionally well this month, throwing just a few protests here and there. But, besides that you've been very compliant for the rest. Clearly, you were trying to get on his good side. He smiles arrogantly in satisfaction because of your submission. Fnally, you we're starting to give in to him.
You look up at him and stare into his eyes, before you hurriedly look elsewhere... still refusing to meet his gaze for longer than a short moment.
âLook at me.â He orders you, and you very reluctantly do as he says. If you donât do as Chevalier says, who knows what will happen to you... right? Obedience was your only option here⊠Either Obedience or torture. He wouldn't hesitate to beat you to get his point through and teach you a lesson. He wouldn't even bat an eye as he does so. Youâve learned from the countless number of times that heâs abused you with a stone cold expression on his face that he's heartless. And according to him, heâs âtrainingâ you for your own good.
Heâs simply teaching you how to be a better wife and do your duties.
Youâre his favorite wife after all, None of his other wives received his affection like you did. They were mere objects to unite Rhodolite with its neighbours, meanwhile you⊠He loved you.
A sick twisted feeling like that had rooted itself into his heart because of you.
When he saw you, a simple commoner girl he was perplexed⊠how could you be so beautiful and soâŠnice. Despite your naivety and foolishness, he fell for you when he first saw you. Love at first sight, and his feelings for you only grew as you catered to his needs in the bookstore. Putting in your utmost effort to please him as he ordered you around and made you gather all kinds of books for him. His interest in you grew as you sold him books, your polite attitude towards him somewhat making his icy cold heart flutterâŠ
How unfortunate for you though... You became his mistress, a simple commoner wife who he only married to claim as his own so that no other man could.
âLet me move the pillow.â You tell him as you sit up on the bed, and readjust your pillows so you could comfortably lay on them. If you were going to do something you didn't like... you should at least try to make the best out of it.
He stares you down, looking your bruised body specifically as he reaches for your hand to entwine your fingers with his. Feeling the warmth from your palm seep into his skin as he holds your fragile hand, he lets out a relaxed breath.
You were truly like glass⊠delicate and easy to break.
He almost feels guilty for everything that heâs put you through, but quickly remembers âIt was for her own good.â
He reaches down to cup your bare pussy, Heâs been impatiently waiting for tonight. The first night where you arenât trying to stop or push him away from you. A proud smirk etches onto his face as he relishes in the fact that he finally conquered you, and broke your spirit enough for you to give in to him. He almost laughs in satisfaction as he leans down to kiss your thigh. His hand nudging it to the side when you try to close your legs by reflex, and he hears your breath hitch in your throat as he caresses your soft skin.
You were finally turning into the wife that he wanted, so you deserve a reward.
He licks a long stripe up your flushed pussy, and an uncomfortable shiver runs down your spine.
Disgust crept up in the pit of your abdomen, and you tried your best to ignore the repulsive feeling.
Here you were, subjected to having him between your legs when you desperately wanted to shove him away, and hope he hits his head on something and dies. Truly, there is nothing more vile and disgusting than how he violated your dignity, Both your body and soul. He was horrible, Even if he was making you wet and going to draw a forced orgasm out of you tonight.
He shoves his fingers into your entrance, rubbing and teasing you as much as he can before he stops his ministrations on your glistening entrance and looks up at you, his eyes narrowed in a glare as if he could read your thoughts. You hear him sigh as he gets up to unbuckle his belt and pull his hardened dick out. He strokes himself before you, and rubs the head of his shaft against your wet entrance, gathering your slick juices to coat himself with before he pushes into you at once, Burying himself to the hilt.
You feel stuffed as he leans over your body and pushes your leg against your chest.
âFuckâŠâYou hear him curse under his breath as he pulls his hips away from yours, making your walls squeeze around him as if trying to pull him back in. âItâs so warmâŠâ He comments before whilst slamming his hips into you, and as he cahes you underneath him you can smell the familiar scent of his library filled with books, paper and vanilla scented candles. He fucks you at a hard pace, his shaft fitting snuggly inisde of you and rubbing against all of the right spots⊠much to your dismay.
Even if he was raping you, it recently started to feel good and it even brought you pleasure.
You feel the knot in your abdomen starting to come undone with every drag of his shaft along your walls, and it drives you crazy, you let go of his hand to wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to pull him even closer and deeper into you so that he could fuck you faster, and finally get you to finish.
It was shameful, really⊠Just how messed up were you for wanting your abuser to fuck you harder and get you off? You squeeze Chevalier, Your grip on him tightening as you whimper under him and cry his name in moan. He sped up and thrusted into you at a brutal pace, until you finally came undone beneath him and squirted your juices all over his shaft. His name continues spilling from your lips in a raspy moan as he fucks into you even after your release. Your fingers grip the bedsheets tightly, trying to ground you from the overstimulation which feels like too much.
âHeh⊠Youâre finally starting to become wise, simpleton.â He pants as he says that. Somehow, he still had energy to speak despite how tired he must be. He doesn't pull out, and simply lays on top of you for a while.
He thrusts into you, his nails leaving little red marks in your leg's plush skin as he plans to fill you up with his seed. He wants you to give him an heir before he left you all alone, locked up within the safe confines of his room where he could keep you away from danger until he eliminated all threats to you. He grunts your name, a quiet moan slipping past his lips as he feels your walls clench around him, and make him finally spill his load inside you.
"It will just take some time now"
You feel truly hopeless as you know you'll be his prisoner for life, and his hand wrapping around your neck feels like shackles being attached to you.
A child would chain you to him for life.
Where has he done wrong?Â
â â ïž đđđđđđđ đđđđđđđđ â Yandere!Chevalier, Implied Noncon/Rape, Mentioned dead body + Imprisonment, The reader is crumbling apart.
âNo! Stay away from me!â You screamed at him, not knowing that you were bringing back memories of when he was a child, and his mother did the same exact thing. Chevalier remembers it all. Every time his mother had a meltdown, every time she was in hysterics⊠He remembers it all far too well, and seeing you like her left a bad taste in his mouth.Â
Where has he done wrong?..
Imprisoning you was an awful thing that no human could take, but Chevalier did it all for your safety⊠The women of Rhodoliteâs royal court were all doomed to die, and suffer a cruel fate. His mother was proof of that, and so were all of the other women the late king had fancied. He didnât want you to suffer like them. As a result, he did his best to prevent it.Â
He protected you from all of the malice in court, He eliminated all threats⊠He even got rid of spies sent here by that eye patch bastard who wanted to keep track of you.
Locking you in his room for so long, isolating you from all the others was the right thing.Â
The others were dangerous to you. He knew far too well from the countless number of assassins that he cut down. You would not be safe near people. A simple commoner amongst nobles would be shunned, Treated with disrespect and disregarded even if she was the future Queen. He did everything to protect you.Â
He almost cut Leon down for you. Nearly starting a war with the domestic faction, because his foolish brother tried to meddle with your business.Â
How were you mentally unstable?Â
Why did you end up so afraid of him?
Despite the countless books that heâs read and knowledge that he has, he canât comprehend your situation⊠Or he refuses to. Maybe his mind didnât want to admit that everything he did to you was wrong and inhumane, even monster-like.Â
He looks down at his feet in frustration, before he moves towards your curled up body. You were sobbing on the floor, your cries refusing to die down even when you felt him wrap his arms around you. In fact, you were probably crying harder now because he touched you.
He holds you close to him, petting your head like you were some child he had to comfort, and he lets out a sigh. âGet yourself together, Simpleton.âÂ
Itâs an order.Â
Everything that leaves his mouth is an order.Â
You bit your lip, trying to muffle your cries, but tears continued streaming down your face. âYouâre a monster!â You somehow rasp those horrible words out between tears. His arms around you tighten as he is once again reminded of his mother.Â
She said the same things.Â
âEnough.â He picks you up, carrying you over to the bed on which he throws you down mercilessly. âDonât do it! Donât touch me!â You scream at him whilst trying to scratch and hit him. All of your resistance was merely because you didnât know what love was.
Heâs sure of it.Â
You donât know what itâs like to love someone as much as he loves you. You donât know what itâs like to harbor such affection and feelings. You were clueless. So clueless, that heâd have to teach you. Heâd have to keep you here, in the confines of his room until your mental state improved enough for him to take you out and present you as his Queen. Youâd have to stay in his room and study. Inform yourself enough to make yourself a smart woman who is suitable to stay by his side. Knowledge is power, and while you are in his room you have more than enough time to obtain that power.Â
Youâll come to terms with your feelings sooner or later, and realize that you do love him.Â
Youâll love him.Â
And for now, heâll indulge in your body to show his love for you physically.
When you do come to that realization that you love him heâll forgive you for all of your childishness. For behaving like his mother.Â
He strips, taking his sweet time to peel his clothes off as you quit thrashing and simply lay on the bed motionless. What was to come has happened enough times for you to know that itâs hopeless. You canât do anything against him. Compared to Chevalier, you were weak. Weak, fragile⊠frailâŠ. A gentle little bunny who could not fight back against a beast.Â
Looking up at the ceiling, you tried to ignore the stench of blood in the air, as well as the slayed body of your maid on the floor. This was the consequence of getting caught by Chevalier. Anyone who tried to help you was brutally murdered in his flashy cold-blooded style.
He gets on top of you, and you simply avert your eyes towards the bookshelves, Not wanting to see his face. You stare at the colorful book covers as his hands unbutton your plain white dress, and his fingers deftly take off your underwear. âIt wasnât so difficult to stop crying now, was it?â He asks, making you feel the urge to kick him. He sighs while throwing your dress to the side, finally stripping you bare before him.Â
His lips are on your neck in an instant, and he sucks another harsh bruise amongst the countless number of hickies littering your collarbone, neck and chest. You donât grace him with a response, and he doesnât look too bothered by it.Â
Even if he once considered love a worthless and unnecessary emotion, he could not deny that it had turned into a motivator for him. A motivator to work hard, expand the kingdom, and strengthen Rhodoliteâs relationship with its neighbors. He wanted to work hard just for you, Maybe to impress you⊠Maybe to make you proud. Maybe, all he wanted all these years was love? which he never received, so he decided it was a useless thing.Â
But you can give him that love now, right? Sooner or later, youâll give him your affection and attention. Only for now⊠heâll resort to receiving your affection physically, as you donât even dare to look at him.
What an odd twist of fate. Is it because of Chevalierâs mother that he turned out to be so screwed?
"Don't worry. It's just me."
â â ïž đđđđđđđ đđđđđđđđ â Smut, Yandere!Rio, NONCON, somnophilia, choking, unprotected sex. Fem!MC
Yandere Rio is so twisted that he no longer acts like Rio. Heâs lost in the madness of his obsession, and his crazed mind canât reason or differentiate right from wrong anymore...đ©·
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Rio thinks it's too much. Your endless studying, and undying devotion as Belle. You work far too much, way too hard, and you don't even treat yourself. That's why, as your caring butler he takes it upon himself to take care of you and relieve you of your stress. You wake up with his hand clasped over your mouth and his cock inside of you.
Your worried eyes frantically try to focus on him through the darkness of your room, and you thrash around, trying to scratch and kick your assaulter until you finally hear a familiar voice speak. "Don't worry. It's just me~" Rio says under his breath, And your eyes water with stinging hot tears. You feel dreadfully weak because you realize that itâs him. He, your most trusted person was raping you. That breaks your heart far more than knowing someone else was doing it.
Rio hears your muffled cries and quiet sobs, yet he pretends not to. His hand moves to your neck, and he gives your throat a hard enough squeeze as a warning for you to be quiet. âIâm going to take my hand off of your mouth, okay?â He speaks, and your erratic breathing increases as he warns you not to scream. âDonât scream.â He says sternly, making sure to tighten his grip on your throat to get his words through your head.
He takes his hand off of your mouth, and you let out a whimper as you ask him why.
Why is he doing this?
âBecause I love you so much! I want to make love to you and take care of you. Youâve been working so hard.â He says, as his other hand moves toward your hip to hold you.
What happened to your Rio? This one couldnât be him. He just couldnât.
âItâs okay! You donât need to cry.â He tells you. âYou know, Iâm veeery happy to be with you.â He chuckles at the end, and you feel your stomach twist in disgust.
âI love you so much.â He repeats those words like they're a mantra.
He uses your body as he pleases, eventually tiring you out enough for you to stop resisting. Youâre helpless, You canât get him off of you, and he wonât be letting you go any time soon. His hips slam into yours harder now, making you jerk in surprise. You know heâs close, and he knows youâre tired. âYouâre already sleepy?â he asks, and you nod, even if he canât see it in the dark.
âJust give me a moment⊠Iâm almost done.â He whispers, and you wait tiredly. Wait for him to finish filling you with his cum as if you were some toy. After what feels like forever, He finally does. A fresh stream of tears runs over the dried ones on your cheeks, and Rio snuggles against you, pressing you firmly against his body.
"I love you, Goodnight.â He kisses your shoulder, and you remain quiet.
You lie there, trapped in his arms and unable to get as much as a wink of sleep after what has happened. You feel dirty, sinful, disgusting. You want to take a shower and scrub your skin, hoping you can get him off of you, wash him away and wash off all of the guilt and shame that you feel.
You canât sleep that night. You canât get up and clean yourself, You canât move an arm without his grip on you tightening. Heâs not sleeping, and as his hand wraps around your neck to hold you in place, It slowly sinks in to you that youâll never be able to sleep normally again.
"I don't think we'll ever be done with you."
â â ïž đđđđđđđ đđđđđđđđ â Smut, NONCON, gang rape, Oral, blowjobs, unprotected sex, cream pies, degradation, slapping, hand jobs, reader gets used as a fucktoy. NOT PROOFREAD
Your face hurts.
Your cheek stings because of how many slaps you've received tonight. You're not exactly sure who it is that's pounding you into the couch, but you might as well take a guess and say it's Jude because of how he was harshly tugging on your hair.Â
His thrusts are ruthless, his hips slamming into you from behind and making your ass jiggle as he fucks his dick into your poor and abused pussy that's dripping with cum and your juices. You've orgasmed so many times tonight, your clit actually feels like it hurts because of how overstimulated it is. Jude's fingers haven't been slacking one bit, and he was rubbing your clit with such determination, you were starting to wonder if he ever planned on stopping. âJuuudeâŠâ You whine his name, feeling tears sting at your eyes because of the continuous overstimulation. âTsk.. what?â He rasps out behind you.
âI can't take any moreâŠ.â
"You're a slut so you can." He states simply as he gives your ass a harsh smack that makes you wince in pain.
Ellis opens your mouth to shove his fat cock in, meanwhile you lie down on the edge of the couch, your head feeling all light and fuzzy while your body is left feeling limp. You canât do anything but focus on breathing while his cock slides into and out of your mouth.
After a few more thrusts into your pussy, you feel Jude slow down and then finally pull out, his cock once again spilling his cum inside of you.
Jude and Roger have completely destroyed your pussy at this point. They've turned you into a cum dumpster after relentlessly pounding into you. Who knows how many times the two of them have filled you with cum tonight? Youâve lost count. You can just feel the stickiness left between your legs now, along with your gaping pussy that still feels stuffed even though Jude pulled out.
âThatâs quite the lookâ You vaguely hear Roger's voice remark, and then you feel someone cupping your breasts. âIsnât she so pretty?â Ellis sighs in bliss from above you, as his fingers tangle into your hair, slowly pulling your head forward, so he pushes his cock down your throat. "Sweet...take it good girl, you know you can."
He coos at you as he hears you gag, letting out a low groan as he tells you how good youâre making him feel. Tears slowly spill out of your eyes again, and you try not to choke around his cock but the uncomfortable feeling of it hitting the back of your throat has you nearly throwing up.
Eventually, he pulls his cock out of your mouth so that Roger can pull you back up. "There, there. You might feel a bit sore tomorrow, but you're feeling really good right now. Isn't that right?"
You hiccup, feeling Roger's wet tongue lick at the tears on your cheek. He was the second person to try and give you false sense of comfort. If it weren't for him pressing your hand against the bulge in his pants right now, then you might have even thought that this was something you wanted, and not something that was forced on you.
"You poor slut" Jude degrades you as he chuckles at your pathetic state.
"You look so hot like this... Hey, give me your hand to finish me off... I wanna cum." Ellis mumbles, his large hand taking your smaller one and guiding it to his cock. Your hand wraps around his cock, and your other hand momentarily stops stroking Roger. You fist Ellis' cock as best as you can, and your hand job is sloppy at best. You're just too tired to even move your hand so that you can jerk him.
A harsh slap hits your cheek, and you blankly stare at Ellis as you blink for a moment, your brain trying to process that Roger just slapped you. He slaps you again, and this time you let out a little cry as your hand wraps around his dick. You try your best to jerk both him and Ellis off at the same time, but your face is still met with harsh slaps from the two whenever you don't manage to keep up with the pace that they want.
You start crying again. both of your cheeks hurt because of they continued hitting you, and Roger shoves his thick fingers in your mouth, ordering you to suck them. He shoves his fingers to the back of your throat, and you gag around them, spit running down the corners of your mouth because of him.
You wonder when this will be over....
"I don't think we'll ever be done with you." Ellis whispers, affectionately kissing your cheek before whispering your name in a breathy moan as he cums on your fingers.
Just for fun / Glasyalabolas
â â ïž đđđđđđđ đđđđđđđđ â Smut, Necrophilia, hanging mentioned, fingering, noncon obviously. Glasya is nasty.
He picks up your stiff body, watching in glee as your arm limply falls to your side. He holds you up to his eye level and inspects your face, his eyes sparkling upon seeing the pale color of your skin, your bluish lips, and your chilled body that was slowly losing its heat.
Without uttering another word, he ripped the noose off of your neck and took you back to his room, his footsteps eagerly echoing throughout the hallway.
He slowly sets you down upon his bed, his fingers moving deftly to remove your clothes until he has stripped you bare, your skin covered in nothing but the fresh mark of a noose around your neck.
(Your cause of death: Strangulation)
Your dull eyes send a shiver of excitement down his spine, and he bites his lip as he traces a finger over your side, from your arm down to your hip. He squeezes your thigh, enjoying how the soft flesh feels underneath his bruising grip, and watching as your fragile skin turns purple.
He leans over your smaller body, his lips pressing against your navel to leave a kiss, then leaving a sweet trail of kisses down your soft thigh.
You look so beautiful⊠So awe striking.
Strands of your hair were still glued to the dried sweat on your forehead, and your unmoving eyes didn't blink once or try to push them out of your face. You were indeed gone, dead.
His cock aches with need as his tongue lewdly swipes through your folds, flicking and sucking on whatever part of your pussy he wants, all while he's feeling absolute bliss.
He pushed his fingers into your slit, watching as your hole was still refusing to take in two, So he spat on your pussy to lubricate his fingers better. It would make fucking you easier anyway
Does he need to stretch you out? No. Is he still doing it? Yes. Yes he is, and he's enjoying every second of it, eventually pulling his erect cock out to stroke it with his hand while his other one plays with your clit.
He doesn't know where to cum, should he ejaculate on your face? In your mouth? Your pussy? Ass? There were so many options available to him now.
He fists his cock with a groan before he pulls his fingers out of you and positions himself between your legs.
His eyes again looked into yours, and he smiled to himself as he placed his cock at your entrance. He pushes the tip between your folds and taps it against your clit a few times, just for fun.
Glasyalabolas is a creep.
Not even your dead body was safe from him.
pursuit in the labyrinth
a/n: was commissioned to write the darling as some sort of lara croft-esque character and to build more of the popular post-auction maze game my beastfolk au had going on. despite the challenge, i tried my best without interfering too much with the readerâs ability to insert self as isâjust that the reader is more capable than they may seem. a quick side note, there are multiple labyrinths scattered throughout my au world, so they all would have slightly different rules. some challenges would differ between each maze for various reasons, ranging from the size of the labyrinth, the numbers of participants, cultures, what kind of beastfolks, etc.
âsummary: you were determined to win. unfortunately, in the end, it had always been an impossible task.
âpairing: maned wolf beastfolk / fangedfolk hunter x afab reader (no pronouns are used)
âwarnings: noncon, dead dove, sexual assault, (nonconsensual) drug uses / drugging (reader gets drugged), stalking, nonconsensual filming, kidnapping, human trafficking, human hunting, injuries, psychological torture, stress hallucinations (visual and some auditory)
âkinks/tags: noncon, afab reader, exhibitionism, voyeurism, predator and prey / prey kink, breeding kink, monster dick/cock, inaccurate anatomy, stomach bulge, overstimulation, knotting, implied impregnation, size difference / size kink, rough sex, beastfolk / beastfolks, exophila, tetraphila
âword count: 9.6k, edited by @devilruinâcommissioned by: a super sweet and very patient kofi supporter <3
âprevious installment/inspiration: link
this is part of my beastfolk universe!
â(early-to-mid) post zoo, the technology is somewhat primitive but still advanced enough to run live shows. think of the quality as similar to the old live football broadcast from twenty to fourty-odd years ago. grainy but entertaining enough.
âlink to character refs
minors dni.
photo credit | unknown
all rights reserved to @monstrouslyobsessed.
The rough surface of the vines you grappled onto, sawed into your skin with every movement. Even though you had bandaged up your hands with what materials you could salvage from the wilderness in the labyrinth, the hot sting of your wounds was nearly overwhelming. As thick sweat dripped down your battered body, sobs erupted through your ragged breathing at every push forward.
Each time you hauled yourself higher into the air, your bloodied hands grappled against the abrasive surface of the tree, and you could hear your deafening heart pounding in your ears. The ID tag they pierced into one of your earlobes still itched, but the sensation was lost to the constant stinging from the gashes in your hands and the exhaustion weighing deep within your heavy bones.
Blood slicked your fingers making grasping the vine difficult, but you were determined to bypass any obstacles in your path. You refused to give up, not when you knew you were almost home free.
You had to keep going.
"IMPRESSIVE! THE PREY IS NEARLY AT THE ENDâCAN ANY OF THE PREDATORS CLAIM VICTORY IN TIME?"
The booming voice of the announcer had you wincing. Faintly, you could hear the slight whirring of countless cameras hidden throughout the forest maze merrily documenting your struggles and the leaking shame between your bruised legs. Your muscles shuddered as a fresh wave of that same unwanted heat crashed over your naked body.
Another sob fled through your clenched teeth, and you forgot the maddening urge to surrender to the stalking beasts not far behind. Whatever embarrassment you felt about being naked in front of countless viewers watching you get captured and fucked on TV was gone. It vanished the moment you escaped from your release cage.
You never wanted thisâbeing used as a plaything in a sadistic game to get viewers excited. Not once had you dreamed that you would be trapped in a dangerous pursuit by five predators, all desperate to claim their rewardâyou.
What had you done to deserve this? You were meant to be at home, safe with your family, and had been diligent with your education. Even though the government had been in shambles since the mass zoo breakout, you and your family were still promised sanctuary. A safe haven while the global authorities worked toward happy compromises for both humans and the beastfolks.
You had no idea how you came into this situation: chained up like a cattle with an ID tag on your earlobe and a heavy collar on your neck. You blinked, dazed and confused, and saw a large audience of different kinds of beastfolk. Everyone wore luxurious attires, glittering under the dim lighting, and their strange faces were lined with eager anticipation.
You remembered feeling confused, thinking you'd been pranked by a friendâor maybe one of your family members. Things had been rather tense since the last political uprising between both races, especially among your friends and family. So, if someone had tried to ease up the tension with a joke, you didn't find this very funny at all.
Yet, that all came crashing down when the hostâsome female whiskeredfolk with wicked features, cackled and shouted numbers. She spoke so fast your head spun, while waves of white paddles shot up over and over, and when paired with her rapid-firing tongue, it made your blood run cold.
You were at an auction.
And you were its centerpiece to be sold.
A glint of light caught your eyes, and you turned your headâonly for more horror to consume you.
The cameramen wove through the guests, their lenses trained on you, while more cameras recorded every angle from discreetly mounted spots above.
The camerasâŠwhy were there cameras?
"âa beaut," the auctioneer halted the bidding for a quick breath, her form looming over your trembling figure. Her clawed hands grappled one of your thighs and you barked out a yelp as she roughly wedged your legs apart, to displaying your pussy to the murmuring audience. Shame etched your face, and fear struck your shaking heart cold when the host snapped her large fangs at your ear and breathed your scent deep, "Clean, fertile,"
You whimpered aloud at the way she pinched your bare pussy lips, "ripe for good, hard fucking and seed,"
This wasn't a prank.
You really were the main item for this auction. As the hostess spread your folds obscenely wide, showing off your fleshy pink interior, you sobbed under her low inhale.
"A cute little thing, perfect for breaking and breeding. Pretty features and a healthy bloodlineâwould make a wonderful addition to a growing family. Perhaps a useful little pet for milking, sucking handsome fat cocks, and licking some pretty pussies...? Mhm, of course, humans can also perform common household chores too! They're wonderfully multi-purposed creatures, aren't they?"
The hostess's thick tail snapped through the air impatiently, a claw pressing into your abdomen to better show you off to her excited audience, "Though, in my personal opinion? It'd be a shame if you don't make a proper little breeding bitch out of this one first. This one really is quite exquisite."
A sharp wail erupted from your throat, as the urge to plead for mercy was strong.
But a low growl and the slight brush of her sharp teeth on your neck from the hostess had you swallowing your voice. Instead, you could only manage short whimpers and noises as she laughed.
"Listen! It even sounds divine, don't you agree?" The hostess grappled one of your breasts, provoking another sob from your lips, and crooned to the keen audience. "Imagine hearing all those sweet noises from this tiny human, crying and begging in your bedsheets...Iâm almost wet even thinking about it!"
The horrifying implications had you weeping, your brain short-circuiting with the utter humiliation and defeat you felt. Before you could reach hysteria, the hostess clicked her tongue and closed your legs. Her fingers draped over your quivering form and tapped your ass, purring aloud, "If you are still interested, my lovely bidders, the auction will resume in thirty seconds...!"
The rest of this auction was a whirlwind, washed with a sea of flashing paddles and thunderous echoing voices. You blinked once and you saw large bodies in shambles in the middle of the large room, fighting to take each other down. With flashes of bare teeth and claws, they were just moments away from slashing and ripping each other's throats out.
A distant shriek could be heardâand you slowly realized it was from the hostess.
Guarding protectively over youâher highest-bid good yet, she barked out, "Security!"
But there was no trace of anger or fear in her voice.
Instead, she was gleeful as you cowered before her, a lean form covered in expensive jewelry that she flaunted proudly. She clapped her hands excitedly, baring her pearly white teeth to whoever was still looking her way, "Ah, would you look at this, dearest viewersâthis auction ended on a very exciting note! Five distinguished guests wanted this lovely treat so bad they were willing to start a literal war with each other over their claim! Isn't this marvelous!?"
The hostess cackled, petting your head, oblivious to your terrified trembling, as she continued, "If you do not know what this may entail, then allow me, your darling host, to clarify it for youâ"
You yelped when the hostess seized your chin and turned your head to countless eyes and she purred, "Whenever we have such a majorâŠbidding war that ended in this such note, that means you, dearest viewers, have a wonderful entertainment in store! The labyrinth game of huntâ!â
âOur competing guests will have a fair chance to win this precious darling in the upcoming future! Within a week, we will announce the game and reveal all the information for our contestants and the viewers to prepare~!â
Her following words had you sucking in a deep, desperate breath, âTune in to this channel for further updates and wish your favorite beast the best of luck! But remember, as always for this show, what comes ahead is for the entertainment of adults only~â
Entertainment for adults only�
Are you beingâŠthrown into a game show of brutal sex and having it bebroadcast live?
Before your panic could consume you, something crept over your bare hips and distracted you from your incoming meltdown.
The hostess sunk a thick finger inside your dry pussy, ripping a yelp from your gaping lips and spreading your clit to tease the salivating predatorsâthe very same five that fought over the rights to claim you. Upon the sight of those beasts, she purred into her lapel microphone, ââŠI wish you five wonderful guests a good hunt for your prize. Now, thatâs all, folks! Thanks so much for watching the auctionâand stay tuned for the upcoming gameââ
Her announcement faded, replaced with statics in your ears and a growing headache. Your world dimmed and all you could see were the tiny flickering red lights from the surrounding cameras archiving your vulnerable state. Although you couldnât seem to see them through your tear-blurred eyes, you could feel countless hungry gazes violating your exposed body, and eager to devour you whole.
The camera light flicked off, signaling the end of this broadcastâof your doom.
You remembered nothing else, just strange motions of being dragged from place to place with claws gripping each inch of your skin to appraise you. Your health? Your features? Whatever it was, you werenât paying attention. All you had left was a fragment of hope that it was all but a sick, twisted dream.
A long, sick, twisted as fuck dream.
You closed your eyes so many times, begging someone, anyone to wake you up from this nightmare. Silently hoping that youâd find yourself curled up in your bed and waking up to your worried family. You would tell them it was just a bad dream that you screamed through.
Alas, it wasnât.
A sharp pinch on your arm and a gasp ripped through your throat. Whatever it was had you jerking upright on the cold steel floor. Another jerk and you realized that a guard, dressed in a black suit, held your boneless arm in a hard grip and pulled it through the gap between two iron bars. Blearily blinking your eyes, you took a moment to realize what exactly he was holding in his other claw.
A syringe.
Once emptied, the scaledfolk guard (a lizard? You were not sure what type of beast he actually was) released you with an indifferent hum, leaving you to nurse your injected bicep in confusion. Barely giving you another glance over, he was brisk with his words, professional and nearly over-formal. âI was instructed to inform you of the basic rules of the game. Each participant will hunt you down. You get to run and hide as long as you can in the labyrinth. Use whatever skills you have to endure. It ends only when you find the exit, get caught, or the time limit runs out.â
âThe exit will be at the opposite end of the entrance. If or when you do reach it, you will be guaranteed your freedom and be spared from whatever fate the hunters wish to give you. We who are involved in the auction will never again have any hold over you and your closest relatives, should you manage to reach the destination first. However, should one of the hunters capture you before then, your fate will ultimately be theirs and they will be declared the winner of this game.â
Oblivious to the growing despair coloring your face, the guard kept a monotone expression as he continued to drone on, âYou will have a fifteen minutes head-start before the hunters start their pursuit. To better your chances, we will also interfere with their superior senses occasionally. However, they will have the opportunity for moreâŠadvisories when the game reaches the first hourââ
You interrupted hastily, nearly recoiling at hearing the defeated crack in your hoarse voice, âAdvâŠadvisories? WhatâŠwhat are those...advisories?â
The guard sighed, showing clear disinterest in his job, and bore his flat reptilian eyes into you. âYouâll find out soon enough. Anyway, you have three hours to escape, so do your best to entertain the masses. Should you manage to reach the end of this time limit without reaching the exit, we will deploy all means for the hunters to capture you within those final minutes, completely unrestricted. To be let loose and run wild, so to speak.â
âShould they still not have captured you by the very last second and youâre still not out,â he shrugged unsympathetically at your trembling form and rolled to his clawed feet, âyour fate will be left up to the viewersâ discretion. They may vote for one lucky hunter to claim youâor to grant you your freedom.â
âIâhow is any of this fair!?â You shrilled, losing the last remnants of your nerves, and rattled the metal bars of your containment cage in a hysterical panic. Wordlessly, you were begging for him to offer even a shred of comfortâto do anything to spare you from this twisted, sick game of being chased like a mouse from its lunging prey, and froze under his cool gaze.
Flippantly, he dismissed your cry with a roll of his eyes. âWeâre not here to play fairâweâre here to entertain.â
Entertain.
There were no further words.
All you could do was to sit there, half-naked and cold, as his wordsâtheir rulesâsunk in.
Your brain was scrambling itself in an attempt to understand just how cruel the beastfolks truly were. The horror of your reality took roots deep within the marrows of your bones, leaving a numbing static in your mind. Even then, you still wanted to believe it was just a very sick joke, that you only needed to wake up, and youâd be back in your warm bed.
But the metallic screeching from the wheels underneath your prison were painfully real, proving that it was not a dream.
As the cart screeched through what looked like some sort of a massive hallway, harsh fluorescent lights bathed the sterile white walls, searing your eyes. Each inch of the floor and the walls were barren of any notable details, with no windows or doors to be seen. It was as if they were simply using this path to transport goods, rather than a living, breathing being like you.
Each groan that echoed from these squeaky wheels underneath your cage felt like a tick of time, growing louder and louder the closer you got to the end of your freedoms. To be stripped of your rights as a person with thoughts and feelings, thrown into this ring of fire for the sake of pure entertainment.
Your eyes hurt.
It was hard to discern your surroundings. You had no idea where they had taken you after the auction. It had been a blur for you, dissociated from your current reality of becoming a beastâs plaything.
Your cage jerked and the marching of these inhuman guardsâ footsteps halted. You blinked rapidly at the sudden burst of warm air caressing your shivering body, and realized that a door slid open upon your arrival.
As sunlight kissed your skin, thawing the week-long chill from your quivering body, you squinted ahead. Past the haze of your initial dissociation, your gaze fixed on the dense thicket of trees in the distance. Among them, the mazeâs artificial walls blended within the rustling leaves, barely distinguishable under the morning skies.
Everything about it looked wrong.
The colors were too uniformed and glossy, with no imperfections or irregularities to be seen. You could faintly hear a slight metallic sound whenever the branches swayed against the wind, but that was all. There was no wildlifeâno cricketing, no birdcalls, not even a hint of small wings flapping above those unnaturally perfect trees. Only silence and the emptiness existed within.
Itâs nothing more than a sadistic illusion, manufactured for some sick entertainment.
It looked like something straight out of some kind of a sci-fi magazine for botanical movie stages rather than thriving natural woodland. No, this is a set designed artificially, meticulously maintained to look perfect for the show.
You gulped, sweats beading down your skin and your heart beating wildly with anxiety.
And there was a slow burn between your thighs. It hurts.
A shadow draped over you, prompting you to shrink back into your little cage with a shallow gasp. Terror settled deeply within your chest when you saw a familiar fluffy tail whipping back and forth in excitement. The hostess.
She tittered at the pretty sight you made and cracked her modified heels onto the concrete upon her arrival at your cage. Grasping one of the iron bars, the hostess beamed and lowered her iconic microphone to her lips. âHello, my little darling morsel! Hope youâve been faring well since we last saw each other~ Arenât you excited for this event?â
She didnât wait for your reply, though you had nothing nice to say to her, or the invisible audience, at all. She instead cackled like the witch she was and tossed you a sly wink with her microphone clasped back to her lapel. âAh, a joke, of course! Youâll be fighting for your freedom, mhm? You little humans are so adorably predictable~â
The hostess spun away, hitting a palm on the top of your cage, and cheered to a group in the near distance. âHello, my dear viewers! How are you all fantastic people today?â
You realized the group consisted of photographers, cameramen, interviewers, some strangers you recognized from the auction, and the gussied-up personnel of the show. There were no masses of the audience visible anywhere. Though, perhaps because of the grand scale, even bigger than most stadiums you've seen before in the tube TV, there was no way to safely separate the participants and the spectatorsâ?
Your logic halted abruptly upon realizing that youâre overthinking.
You skittered against your corner upon hearing soft, lusty growls from the five strangersâthose five bidders who had clawed and bitten at each other a week prior, with literal fur and scaly skin flying about in the air in the middle of the auction floor, over you. Their gazes burned.
They were all you could focus on, not the whirs, clicks, and light flashing of the countless cameras around.
One was a fangedfolk, standing tall on a pair of strangely elongated legs. His thick coat of red and gold, with a few streaks of gray, glittered under the high sun, and his amber eyes made you squirm. He licked his lips when he caught you glancing at his lanky form and waved his fingers in wordless greeting. The end of his long tail trembled, over-eager to claim you.
Second was a tawny-furred whiskeredfolk, their pointed ears swiveling for any threats. Beside them stood someone who seemed to be their sibling or a relative, but with a thicker, white coatâbaring their teeth at one other. Both were more interested in out competing the other.
Next was a scaledfolk giant, hankering above all, with thick plated skin and heavy ebony claws hanging low to their bulky knees. His beady eyes promised nothing but dangerous hunger at the sight of you, and their dark purple tongue swept across their crested lips. You huddled into your corner at the sight of him.
The final candidate was yet another scaledfolk, a slender, legless reptile with silky black scales. They settled on their coiling tail with a slight smile, feigning harmlessness, as they flickered out an ink-like tongue to taste your wafting scent. You gulped when they sent you a saucy wink.
Distantly, you heard the hostess cackle, waving an arm to gesture at your thinly clad form, and continued, "Our lovely little darling got very, very popular with all five contestants, mhm?â
Her tail coiled around one of the metal bars of your cage, as she posed scantily against the top and rumbled, âTheyâre also getting real impatient too, soooo why donât we go over the rules all quick-like and get this show on the road, shall we?â
She rattled off the similar verbatim youâd already heard before from the guard, ignoring the hitch of the terrified sob you desperately held back. The hostess tutted, pulling away from your cage, and proceeded, ââtime limit of three hours. For my darling viewers, the timer, any current advisory, and the map progress will be on your screen! Of course, for the sake of fairness, our wonderful guests wonât be privy to those detailed pieces of information outside the countdownââ
It was a small mercy that the hostess obliviously shielded you from the dirty leers from those five guests as she chattered away.
ââin the event that we reaches to the end without either a capture of our darling morsel or their escape from the labyrinth, the viewers will have the opportunity to voteââ
There was something about that thick-maned fangedfolk that unnerved you most of all. Unlike the other four, trembling with eagerness, he lost that quiver in his tail and was calm. Calculating. The fangedfolk evened his stance, his posture relaxed in the midst of the hostessâ chattering, and alternated his glances between you and the forest.
Despite their initial demeanor, even the coiling scaledfolk werenât as calm. They constantly shifted their long tail, restlessly and impatiently waiting for the hunt to start.
âânow, to introduce our talented hunters!â The hostess cocked her hip at the cameras, sweeping an arm at the five predators in a flourish.
Each spoke their names and shared a brief biography and background, some more emboldened than the others. The two rivaling felines had even pledged to share you if they reached their coveted prize, you, at the same time. Yet you heard not a single word any of the dangerous participants said; your brain was full of your internal screaming.
You refused to move an inch, paralyzed with fearâand the growing heat swelling through your pulsating veins. Something slicked between your thighs, pooling beneath your folded body, and perfumed your sweltering body with that strange musk that left the predators inhaling sharply.
An aphrodisiac.
That guard drugged you with some kind of aphrodisiac cocktail.
But you couldnât afford to dwell on that. Not now, not when the hostess lolled her head to the side with a long purr, and pivoted to the front of your cage. She bowed down to your eye level and crooned, âAnd now for todayâs favorite morsel! Youâre probably in no shape to introduce yourself properly, mhm?â
Unperturbed by your heavy scent, she winked at you and gestured for one of the cameras to pan down to your crouching form, where every bit of your humiliations was laid bare to the public eye.
From your liquid heat coating down your inner thighs and slicking the curls of your pubic in an oily mess to your face dripping with perspiration and arousal, you were in no state to even utter a word. Even your simple tunic hadnât spared you from shame. It was plastered to your sinful form and did nothing to hide your taut nipples. All you could do was to wring the cheap fabric tight against your body, to shield what modesty you had left from the flashing cameras.
The hostess wasted no time and recited the short introduction you didnât remember writing. The way she detailed your life, from your job to your hobbies and favorite foods, had you wrenching your nails into your calves. She divulged so much about you that you felt sickened, and your blood ran cold.
How long had they been planning to take you?
Yet you were afforded no time to despair, to even taste the urge to rip the tag off your ear, when the hostess erupted in excitement at the end of her monologue. Swaying her hips to her enraptured audiences, both visible and beyond the live feed, she trilled, ââso! Without further ado, my dearest viewers, itâs almost timeeeee for the Hunt!â
She slapped at the air above your cage, âGentlemen, get our little darling into the starting positionnnn...!â
Several uniformed personnel materialized by your cage, hooking their claws onto the metal bars to wheel you across the concrete to the entrance of the labyrinth. The leveled gravel crunched loudly underneath the employeesâ heavy footsteps, and the rumbling groans from the axles below your prison were reminiscent of a death march. As your skin quivered with a sudden rush of adrenaline coursing through your muscles, you seized the iron bars and stared ahead. The abyss was vast and unrelenting, its green foliage stretching in every direction, yet you could smell the sharp scent of metal and rust.
Desperate to ignore the lust filled glares burning holes into the back of your skull (fitting for beasts like them), you sensed them restraining themselves and faintly hear demanding snarlsâ
âHurry up, my cock is achingâ!â one roared.
The hostess laughed in response, âOh, shush, patience is a virtue, my friendââ
Her voice faded away from your consciousness, as adrenaline consumed your senses the moment the staff parked your cart. One employee took to the front of your cage and repositioned himself in one corner. He clasped his hands on something above, out of your sight, and waited for the hostessâ cue.
You couldnât see the pointed look he sent the grinning feline in the distance, your heartbeats loud in your ears. With all the flair as an entertainer, she was yowling empty words about your characters and mockingly cheered you on with a hand over her heart.
âItâs time!â The hostess erupted, finally catching on to the staffâs dull look and disrupting you back to reality with her voice hitting feedback in her lapel microphone. She pumped a fist into the air, eliciting further excitement from the crowd, and began the countdown.
âFive, four, threeââ
Instinctively, you scurried back from the bars and rolled to your knees. Your eyes darted around wildly, oblivious to the confusion you felt about the sudden changesâfrom the heat to an anxious need to run. Your body craved the urge to flee, to get away from the monsters lurking not too far away.
âZeroâ!â
Blood now roared in your ears.
The door dropped down like a guillotineâand you bolted from your metal prison, desperate for that freedom at the other end of this labyrinthine hell.
You have fifteen minutes head-start.
Damp grass rippled underneath your racing feet, with no thought of which path to take or how far youâd sprinted. As your pounding heart thrummed through every vein in your body, your ears and eyes searched for any abnormality in your surroundings.
A distant rustle.
Somewhere over the walls of trees, a hunter echoed a drumming snarl, âWhere are you, my sweet morselll~?â
To your arising panic, they felt far too close.
Your lungs tightened inside your body, and you choked at the sensation of what felt like everything imploding within. You needed to breathe. Your battered feet sank into the cool, mulched floor, but only numbness remained in your soles. Every step grew heavier, your body teetering on the brink of collapse, yet the fear had you in its chokehold and continued to drive you.
Slapping a shaky palm on one of the massive ivied brick walls, you staggered forward with labored breaths. With a long inhale, the air tasting acrid on your tongue, you forced yourself to lift your heavy head. You needed to get yourself together, to get your state of mind functioning beyond primal instincts, and to rein in the strange urges to keep running.
âAFTER AN IMPRESSIVE SHOW OF ENDURANCE, THE PREY STOPPED RUNNING TO TAKE A BREATH.â a voice boomed from seemingly nowhere, amplifying across the lush treetops and startling your already tensed self. âI MUST SAY, I ADMIRE THIS LITTLE PREYâS WILL OF FIRE. ALREADY THEYâD MANAGED TO BREEZE THROUGH SEVERAL MILES SINCE THE GAME STARTED, DEAR VIEWERS...â
Shivering, you pushed your jellied legs forward. The voice soon became garbled to your burning ears, and you refused to acknowledge the existences of hidden cameras dotted throughout the maze, broadcasting your every movement. To record your inevitable fateâ
You adamantly shook your head to clear your despairing thoughts.
It was better not to think anymore.
Freedom was your priority, your humiliations be damned.
You sucked in another painful breathâand surged forward, diving between a fork in your path. Flying down the rightmost passage, you nearly stumbled over a protruding root and narrowly avoided a collision against another brick wall. By sheer luck, you corrected your footing without losing another second, and all you could hear was your heavy panting reverberating throughout the forestâ
âPREDATORS, MAKE HASTE, WE GOT A FAST ONE!" you distantly heard.
Like hell you were losing your freedom.
The heavy thudding of feet came closer behind youâand you grappled a hanging root without a second thought. In a frenzy, you jerked your weight upward and planted your feet on the rough bark of a tree. Pain exploded in your swollen hands, throbbing from what felt like a thousand tiny thorns on the green rope, but the approaching footfalls had you gritting your teeth.
The branch rattled above you, its perfect leaves raining over the wall, and you propelled your body upward.
You were gone by the time the hulking scaledfolk came into the same passage you once occupied.
âFuck!â He roared, dashing over to your previous spot and thudding a thunderous punch.
You flinched at his rage, scraping your roughened fingers against the damp moss as the entire structure quaked with his strength. In your haze of desperation, you clawed into the crevices of the shifting wall and pulled yourself up. Amidst the towering lizardâs cursing rants, you steadied yourself and planted your aching feet on another mossy concrete tile. With the way the overgrown lizard was punching the wall, you needed to hurry before he could break through it.
With each lunge, one foot after the other, you shambled into a staggering run. Your lungs were on fire, and every part of you screamed for rest, but you willed yourself onward. Gasping loudly, with your mouth tasting like desert sand, you took another path and ran once more.
Even though it felt like you were swimming through molasses and your tunic was so soaked with sweat that it stuck uncomfortably to your heavy skin, you refused to stop.
Surrender was never an option.
Catching your second wind and evening your strides, you began running quicker when you heard an explosion of bricks. A rumble shook underfoot, but by the time the oversized lizard reached the other side, you were already well out of his reach. Absently, you wondered why he couldnât climb over the wall like you did.
But you dwelled no more on it, your thoughts interrupted by a booming announcement and you nearly toppled over from the volume.
âATTENTION, PREDATORS AND PREY, WE ARE ALREADY AT A HALF AN HOUR IN THE HUNT. THE SECOND ADVISORY IS NOW TRIGGERED: CERTAIN CHANGES TO THE ENVIRONMENT HAVE TAKEN PLACE. PLEASE MIND YOUR FOOTING AND STAY NEAR TO THE CLOSEST INTERSECTIONS OR TREES TO AVOID INJURIESââ
Second advisory? You mustâve missed the first oneâ
The walls began to groan, and you yelped, nearly face planting into a nearby tree. Hooking your fingers into the rough barks, oblivious to the ways the artificial textures crumbled under your fingers, you clung on as you stared wide-eyed at the sudden tremors of the labyrinth.
Dumbly, you watched in confused awe as certain bricked walls turned sharply to a different direction and some others disappeared into the ground. The maze was morphing new pathways, with the metallic screeching of gears and cogs groaning loudly throughout the forest. It rang for an eternity, leaving your tagged ears aching, until it ended with a deafening thud to conclude the transformation.
The static voice abruptly returned.
âTHE SECOND ADVISORY IS NOW COMPLETED. YOU MAY NOW RESUME THE HUNT SAFELYââ
Fuck.
Your adrenaline soared with your renewed fear and, without a second hesitance, you sprinted once more. Your tunic had ridden up your thighs, revealing a taunting tease of your soaking lips, but you stayed oblivious to your own state. All that mattered was to keep moving, to find the exit of this accursed place.
You cannot afford to let a hunter capture you.
You have to succeed.
You vaulted over a pile of broken bricks, a recent telltale sign of the stubborn scaledfolk stalking you. Biting back a sharp wince as a jagged piece grazed your oversensitive soles, you grabbed a hanging vine with a weak curse. Its spiny hide stung your palms, but your hands were so numbed from the numerous cuts on your swollen flesh that nothing even registered to you.
A rustle.
You swung your head backward, paranoia running deep in your consciousness, and your frantic eyes searched for any trace of anything amiss in your vicinity. You learned quickly that the whiskeredfolks and the snake were especially fond of stalking in the shadowy depths. With so many narrow misses and instances, you knew that even a tiny bush could still hide any of them.
With a hasty heave, you yanked yourself over to the treetop in a few pulls and landed clumsily on a sturdy branch. Skittering to the top of the closest wall to peer over the maze, you tried to make sense of your locationâand the predators. It was a bit of a cheat, but you realized that being the âpreyâ of this sick game had allowed you some small exceptionsâ
Though they were limited still.
The tree branch you perched on began to vibrate in warning by the time you spotted the lumbering lizard in the distance.
You hurried off to the other side of the closest wall before it could zap your feetâit was not something you wanted to experience for the third time. Crumbling down to the hard ground, still recently disturbed by the scrapes of the latest rotation, you choked back a whimper. The burn continued to grow between your thighs, reigning hotter than even the cuts and bruises you endured from escaping every single predator.
Itâd been some pure luck that you found yourself a small hiding hole long enough to rest during the...
When was it? During the fifth advisory? Sixth?
Thirty minutes of obscured and compromised senses. To the predators, they were all but entirely blind in almost every way, their tracking nonexistent during that time. For you, it was the perfect blessing in disguise. You could rest, nurse your wounds and bruises, and drink some water in a bottle conveniently found nearby.
[Though, you didnât remember seeing it there before when you circled back for that hiding spot.]
It had been enough to restore some of your thinking capability, just enough to test some theories on how to exit the maze faster.
Most fell through.
You tried walking on the top of the walls, determined to take advantage of your higher vantage pointsâbut itâd leave you utterly vulnerable to any lingering hunter alongside the wall, (you had a way too close of an encounter with the white-furred feline) as there was a time limit of how long you could stand there before youâd get mildly electrocuted. The electricity would linger too for a short while no matter which wall you tried.
You suspected the electricity was also the reason the predators had no semi-free reign to climb over the walls like you could. Even you were aware of how sensitive the beastfolksâ senses could be. Maybe it was the constant noises it emitted that rebelled them from trying, or the fact that it likely has a far higher enough voltage output to stun them all.
[That lizard didnât punch as many holes as you expected, so perhaps it was because of that effect...?]
The trees being electric was not a welcome surprise when you attempted to climb to the peak for a better vantage point. Swinging like the screaming Tarzan wasnât a pleasant experience either, as you tried saving your neckâand your nervous systemâfrom being potentially fried.
[Though you couldâve sworn you saw something red and fluffy whipping in your periphery that timeâbut you never saw it again when you landed roughly on some thick layers of moss. You were thoroughly bruised, but so was your ego. At least you were still alive.]
Cheating was a no go, but it at least gave you some answers and advantages.
Still, how long had you been in this forsaken place?
It felt like you had been running for weeks straightâ!
âATTENTION!â
You clawed into the walls with an ugly grimace at the screeching voice.
âWE ARE APPROACHING THE FINAL HOUR! VERY IMPRESSIVE, OUR DARLING MORSEL, YOUâVE ENDURED MUCH LONGER THAN MOST OF OUR PRIOR PARTICIPANTS. BUT NOW, WEâRE GOING IN FULL THROTTLEâ! INSTEAD OF GETTING ADVISORIES SPARSELY THROUGHOUT EACH HOUR, YOUâLL BE GETTING ADVISORIES AT INTERVALS OF FIVE MINUTES. LIKE BEFORE,â
Fuck! Paralyzed by the sudden anxiety the hostessâ words caused, you trembled as the announcement continued.
âSOME MAY BE BOONS, OTHERS MAY BE BANESââ
You didnât bother staying to finish listening; your instincts screamed that someone was prowling far too close to you. Rasping for air as your body screams for rest, youâre spurred into movement. You could barely run with a sudden bout of vertigo spinning your head, but you were determined.
Even if youâd end up in a hospital for overexertion, youâd rather face that fate than to be a beastâs plaything. If you fainted here and now...
You shuddered to even think about what would happen to you.
There was no way you would lose your freedom.
There was no way you would lose.
There was no way youâ
âATTENTION, THEREâS ONLY TWENTY MINUTES REMAINING! THE PREY IS OH SO CLOSE TO THE EXITâSO TO TURN UP THE ANTE, HERE COME THE NEXT ADVISORY!â
You were about to ignore her, as you had done so often before, too hyper-focused on escaping this hellscapeâ
Though something sugary smelling wafted to your nose, and you careened to a stop in confusion. It was so strong that it caught you off-guarded. It overwhelmed your already heightened senses that were still burning from the adrenaline rush you were constantly sustaining.
The fragrance had you trembling, and your loose drenched tunic felt so tight on your skin it was suffocating. You peeled it right off your torso with a choke, and your softer flesh bounced from your hasty, thoughtless removal. As you flung it off your body, it rubbed coarsely against your hardened nipples, sending electricity right down to your core.
You yipped, flinging off the shirt from your body to fight the sudden need to seize, but grinding your thighs together from the movement had you spiraling with a strained mewl.
A powerful surge of arousal punched its way into your lower belly, buckling your knees to the ground. Then a flinch shuddered throughout your frenzied systemâand you hadnât realized you were crawling to the ground with wet heat gushing down your legs. Your lungs felt so thinâ
Your fingers scraped lines through the dense moss, hissing upon hearing the explosive announcer above.
âOH, OH MY, WHAT A DELICIOUS SHOW WEâRE BLESSED WITH! SO WITH THE...MEDICINE PREVIOUSLY IN THE MORSELâS SYSTEM,â
Was that what the syringe was for!? It was a trigger!?
Horror cooled the sweltering heat within your shaking body. You could faintly hear the invisible cameras whirring at the humiliating sight of you, immortalizing your weaknesses in the memory of whoever was watching this hideous show. You gritted your teeth to swallow your angerâthe need to break something in someoneâs face for what you were being put through.
The ear tag itched so, so terribly, but even that couldnât distract you from the searing heat between your legs.
âTRIGGERED BY THE APHRODISIAC GAS, THE PREY WILL NOW GO INTO HEAT! SO NOW, THE POOR THING MUST ENDURE THE CALL OF LUST WHILE WEATHERING THE HUNTERS ALL CHASING THAT LAUDABLE BEHIND AND RUNNING FOR THEIR FREEDOM~â
No...!
âOH, YES! I SHOULD REMIND YOU, MY VIEWERS, THAT DUE TO THE PREYâS CURRENT STATE, OUR PREDATORS CAN NOW SCENT THEM NO MATTER HOW FAR AWAY THEY ARE. SO, BEST OF LUCK, YOU ADORABLE, LITTLE MORSEL.â
Oh, fuck. You had to hurry.
You needed to get out, now.
You shambled to your feet, shivering from the gnawing sensations under your bruised skin and gushing warmth leaking from your swollen heat, as you propelled yourself through the maze. Sobs hitched between every unsteady breath, your cunt trailing copious slick onto the beaten pathâ
Like breadcrumbs for the famished to follow.
The sharp arousal snapped through you, feeding your urges to plunge your blood-slicked fingers into your greedy pussy right thenâ
But you refused. You had to endureâ
You were so, so close to your freedom that it was impossible for you to surrender now!
Another announcement boomed, alerting how close you were, but you barely could even focus on even one word of what the hostess had said.
You grappled onto a nearby vine, wincing at the excruciating throbbing in your swollen clit. Even the lightest draft of air was hellish. Planting your feet onto the papery bark, you climbed the tree and bit back every wail swelling within your dusty throat. Going to the top sounded utterly insane when every fiber of your being was so ignited with lust you felt as if you were on fire, but you forced yourself upward.
A higher vantage point would be your answer to this victoryâ
âI can smell how delicious they areâ!â One feline exclaimed, rasping as if they were inhaling the sweetest fragrance theyâd ever smelled. âGods, we need to breed this bitchâride âem on my cock...â
You stiffened, hearing their voices so close through the walls.
Their comrade agreed, snickering and shuddering with a deep inhale of your scent. âTheyâre so closeâwe have to catch âem...!â
Your blood ran cold.
Somehow, you managed to find enough strength to dart into some other passage, your stride clumsy and the number of times you hit the walls, and the floor was embarrassing. With a muffled sob, you hated the way your cunt ached incessantly and the impulsive need to grind your thighs togetherâ
âAughhugh!â
You collapsed with a seizure, a white-hot sensation snapping your boiling nerves taut from the sudden orgasm storming through your curling body. Your teeth sunk into your thumb to muffle your screams, a pitiful attempt to trample the sounds of your confusion. You hated yourself for mindlessly stroking your other hand into your puffy flesh. Your clit throbbed in tandem with your thundering heartbeats, and you clenched your eyes shut from the way the ecstasy swarmed your better senses.
After a few seconds, you were startled awake by a booming announcement of words that sounded garbled to your numbed ears, and shakily crawled back onto your feet. With your nipples stiffing from arousal and the musky air biting harshly at your overheated skin, you shambled forward with another hitch of sobs. You were too dazed to focus, your vision blurry and seeing red and streaks of gold and gray, but you still pushed forward with your hands grasping the vines draping across the nearby wall.
Despite everythingâ
Despite the very words in your head too indiscernible to understandâ
Despite how every fiber of your existence howled for mercyâ
You refused to submit.
The hateful, throbbing aches between your thighs was so acute you nearly wailed each time the slightest brush of your own skin touched your soaking slit. Even when your head felt like it was stuffed with cotton and the sounds you heard were distorted, you still pushed on with a soft growl of determination.
But by the gods, it hurts.
It was so excruciating, this inferno of wants drowning you from the insides. Your cunt hungered to be filled, to be stretched, and your womb swollen with cum. The needs to have teeth and claws caressing your tight skin was mind-numbing. You wished to howl your surrender, to plunge your fingers inside your holes.
You wanted to give up, to beg for those monsters to fuck you into sweet oblivionâ
âNo,â you hissed airily through your tears, fighting against your bodyâs urges in order to continue forward.
The red blob seemingly sniggered, curling so close to you that you could almost make it out beyond your visual snow of hallucinations. But...
It was beckoning you.
Mindlessly, you followed. You were confused, but it felt right to follow whatever this weird hallucination was.
Or was it wrong? You couldnât tell anymore, your brain a scrambled mess of words that stopped making senses to you.
The announcer erupted in a shrill, but you understood none of what that wicked witch said.
âYouâre almost there, sweetheart,â you thought it said, leaving you to pause in confusion. Your ears were buzzing with white noises and garbled voices, and you were smart enough to know that such things can stemmed from the highest amount of stress a living being can endureâbut gods, youâd rather follow a hallucination than to become an animalâs plaything...!
You shambled forward, your knees and feet shaking in disjointing steps, butâ
Something with rough textures on theirâŠpalms?
Caught you by your biceps.
You shook your head. You probably caught onto a tree again, shouldering yourself to stand straight. The red smoke tutted when you shook it off and mumbled something at your insistence to continue.
It felt like you took a thousand stepsâyet only took one, when you stared at a looming gate. Its rusted iron was pure black, lines of void in your fuzzy sight. You blinked.
You blinked again. Your eyes narrowed with effort.
A slow buzz grew louder in your headâ
You gasped the moment you comprehended what it was.
You never thought twice when you sprang forwardâ
Then a dull pang rang throughout your depleted body.
âUgh, huh?â You blinked, scraping at the moss on the ground, your lead-heavy ear tag catching as you grappled. Why were you on the ground?
Even trying to push yourself off was futile; your body felt too heavy to move.
A sweltering hot breath burned your ear with an ugly chuckle.
âYouâre so adorable, my sweet morsel,â he crooned, trailing his polished claws down your back.
Your heart stilled.
Your eyes widened and tears grew heavy in the corners upon realizing his color, âN, no...!â
The red blob...
He grinned, and you shivered at the shine of his ivory fangs. The lean beast purred against your drenched skin, inhaling your sweet scent deep.
âOh, yes, you were oh so closeâbut my poor little morsel, you were so tired and so out of it you fell for my little trap anyway. Just imagine if you hadnât listened...â
Your cracked nails scored through the green moss when he pushed your face against the cool ground and lifted your lower body to grind himself over your exposed cunt. It left you gasping, mumbling to a delighted thrill from his throatâand the feel of a coarse tent in his loins had you shuddering.
The aphrodisiac in your system returned with a vengeance.
All the fight you had left was snuffed out of you when his large claw slithered down your spine to massage your hard clit. Soaking his curved digits in your wet heat and slowly pumping them inside of you, the hunter sighed into your nape.Â
âIt was worth seeing you to the endâthe thrill of this chase had me salivating...you really are quite a prize.â
You heard nothing of what heâd said, writhing and bucking against his hard loin. Against his stroking fingersâ
âAh, Iâm getting impatient tooââ you briefly felt him pulling away and saw him looking up at the trees. There was a brief confusion when you caught him sweeping an arm to waveâ
That hostess erupted with an exclamation, rattling out some static-filled words again, but you were too far gone to try to discern her comments or even where you were anymore. The only thought in your mind is the need to be fucked until you were broken.
âLet us give them quite a show, hm?â
Behind you, there was a rustle of fabric, and the deafening sound of a zipper tore through your static-filled mind. Your breaths quickened as something thick and heavy slapped across your asscheeks. The heat dragged down your bare skin, causing you to squirm from the slow realization of his size, and it nudged against your hard nub.
His claws dwarfed your thighs, with his long nails nicking thin red scores on your flesh, as he slowly spread you wide open to his burning gaze. He started stroking your weeping slit with his large, sweltering thing and coating himself thoroughly with your essence, as he snarled against your ear, âMy morsel, you had no idea what youâd done to me the entire time I was shadowing youâyou were so cute, so oblivious...â
Confusion furrowed your brows as you found the strength to glance over your shoulder. His long face was blurry, so close that you could only make out his black muzzle and ivory fangs, but when his red tail flicked into the corner of your distorted vision, it clicked.
It was the tawny-furred fangedfolkâthe one with unnervingly long limbs. He grinned upon catching the recognizance in your widened eyes.
âI, it was you. Y, youâve been behind me this whole time...â You sobbed in defeat, staggering your face against the cold stone and shuddered. With another choke and a brief struggle to curb your gasps, you mumbled wearily, âW, when?â
His breathy chuckle scorched the thin skin of your nape as his long tongue traced down the curve of your spine. Grabbing your buttocks in a firm squeeze, the wolf pressed a tender kiss on the soft area between your shoulder blades. At your hitched sob, he hummed, âSince the very beginningâI got lucky, but I didnât want the game to end so early, so I sat back and watched the show, so to speak.â
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 âThough, I gotta sayâŠâ
You flinched at the purposeful press against your soaking hole, his tapered tip stretching inside the wet ring of your inner muscles. His claws pried you open so obscenely that you could feel cool air caressing your puckered rim, and the hunter dug his sharp nails into your soft cheeks, taunting you. You couldnât suppress that whine from escaping your throat at the way he purred against your scalp.
âYou really did test me this whole time, my dear morselâthe way your body breezed through the skies, your assââ a rough growl erupted from his throat, and you trembled as a hot trail of saliva dripped onto your shoulder.
âYou really were amazingly adept at surviving this long on your own.â
It was a precursor to everything heâd do to you, his cock kissing your clit.
The wolf shifted, now nudging himself at homeâ
A slam, his silky fur caressing your skin and sticking to your sweat, and you distinctly heard yourself whimpering on through a broken gasp.
He split you open so vulgarly, hilting himself right to his swollen knot. You felt nothing, only dullness, for a moment too long. There was only the eerie stretching you felt between your spread thighs. Vaguely, you remembered choking on air.
Your lungs felt hard, your breaths were thin and wheezing, and your body went slack. You turned into a helpless toy, rocking against his slim hips. His chest was heavy on your back, his claws everywhere as he brutalized your tiny body. Your mind blanked, only absently catching his unabated growls and the desperate rhythm of his fat cock.
Then it came like an explosion, so intense you melted with a deafening yowl. Your very bones shuddered as the blinding agony consumed you like wildfire, making your bloodied fingers tremble against the soft moss and splitting your broken nails even further. You laid there uselessly, gasping wetly and mewlingâ
You wept as the pain ebbed, giving way to the tide of pleasure from the drug coursing through your veins. It was sweet, the wolfâs lunging thrusts thrumming through you so intensely your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Hot and cold washed over you, caught in the juxtaposition of confusion and acceptance, of searing pain and intoxicating pleasure.
Feeling yourself being pulled apart shouldnât feel this goodâ
It was supposed to feel ugly.
The way his hard knot hammered against your tight walls shouldâve left you begging for mercy and in hysterics. It shouldâve repulsed you that a monster like him was fucking you, panting like the dog he was over your limp, broken body. That he was ruining you to the illicit eyes of hundreds of thousands of viewers watching this sick, twisted show.
But instead, you were bucking your hips against him and ached for more.
More of whatever this disgusting pleasure was.
âS, stopââ you tried so pathetically you wondered why you even tried at all.
âYouâre so adorable for trying,â he panted with a low chuckle, his fangs scraping against the tender surface of your nape and peppering possessive nips against your bruised shoulder. A few powerful jerks of his hips had you whining, your broken sobs replaced with desperate mewls and your body curving to his immense, disproportionate frame.
The wolf pulled you off the dirt, wounding a slim arm around your neck, and jerked you deeper into his embraceâshowing you off to the world beyond the maze. He rasped into your ear, baring your deformed belly under his ugly leer (and everyone elseâs through the countless camera lens) where his cock stretched your insides. âMine.â
You heard him loud and clear, even through the garbled static booming from the treetop, his possessiveness bleeding into each snarl.
âNââ No word would come to your throat, lost to a choke at the way he plowed your battered insides.
You grappled onto his arm, briefly taken aback by the firmness of his hard muscles beneath your grip, and your thoughts were immediately lost at his next thrust. A gasp fled your mouth when you felt the rough pad of his other paw on the hideous protrusion against your womb. It was perverse, yetâ
A jagged moan escaped, and you squeezed around him involuntarily, wetting your chapped lips at hearing his slow groan.
Even the feel of his scruffy, soft fur against your swollen, abused pussy shouldâve made you ill, but it felt...good.
Even though youâre being fucked by a monsterâa beastfolk whoâs ready to breed you...
A walking, humanoid animal.
A being that should in no way be compatible with any human beingâthis pure torture was nothing short of heavenly.Â
You staggered, helplessly prone to his unforgiving rhythm, bouncing and grinding your wet cunt along his entire length, on the verge of popping his engorged knot insideâ
His subtle musk drowned out the lingering bit of your consciousness, drawing you deeper into the fangedfolkâs possession. A pleasant numbness drenched you down to your toes, which were stained green from the moss and leaves. You paid no thought to how wrong it was supposed to be. You allowed yourself to surrender all your senses to him, to stop thinking, and diverted what little of yourself you had left to his searing hot flesh.
You were supposed to fight himâ!
To get out of this hellhole...!
A stifled squeal erupted from your mouth as a sudden pang ripped throughout your taut body and seized every nerve, reducing you into a sniveling, blubbering mess. Everything was electric, pulsating throughout your veins as your climax surged in torrents.
As your abused pussy soaked and tightened around the plunging cock, the wolf remained unyielding. His teeth were like an inferno against your skin, and his harsh breaths felt like welts against your flushed cheeks, and his voice warbled and slurred as he fucked you ever so roughly.Â
âG, gods, y, you really are a, a wonderful preyâa prize...!â
His cock stretched you apart, digging deeper and deeper for your womb. The thick, taper head battered against your poor cervix, bulging against your poor bellyâthe wolf never stopped caressing it, and you were barely hanging on.
Your vision blurred once more, and only you and your captor existed in this universe, entangled in each otherâs flesh. His fur draped over your body, and he so easily consumed you from the inside out, slowly devouring your consciousness into this sweet oblivion.
Somewhere in the furthest corner of your mind, you were screaming. It was supposed to be disgusting, it was supposed to be vile to be fucked by the beast. Instead, you clung to the wolfâs knuckles, rasping for more, as his knot hammered against your swollen clit. You wanted it all.
You relished in the slick sounds of his cock violating your sopping sex in a vicious tempo. The way you were speared so deep, your toes gripping the wet earth for purchase to grind against his hips while your slick coated his fur into a matted messâyour world shrunk further the more you sank into him.
You didnât even know his name, that you knew you were supposed to hate him, but your body...
You melted into his furry chest, his arm still tightly coiled around your neck like a collar, almost asphyxiating you while his every thrust drew the very breath of your lungsâ
A sharp yankâyour stomach stretching and rollingâhis length burying in you like a bladeâ
Distantly, you thought you heard a pop!
Something swelled past your throat.
Did you squeal? You didnât know, only that you were clawing into his arm and bucking against his furious pursuit. Sharp sensations followed in a delay, as if you were disconnected from your reality, but your body was not. Sweltering heat surged andâ
It filled every inch of your insides, and the sounds of the obscene squelching of your joined bodies had you writhing.
The fangedfolk sighed, pulling you deeper into his dangerous embrace, and trailed a long sloppy lick down your neck. He curled his claw around your lower belly, proudly showing off the distension his seed and oversized cock did to your poor little womb. His knot remained buried deep, throbbing and aching for more of you.
Against your ear, he inhaled your scent deeply with a content growl.Â
âShow the world youâre now mine, my sweet morsel...â
Oh.
You slacked against his grip, defeated.
You could still hear the announcer, her words incoherent and buzzing in your ear, but her tone seemed so eager and exhilarated.
Youâve lost.
âend.
noncon, dead dove, sexual assault, (nonconsensual) drug uses / drugging (reader gets drugged), stalking, nonconsensual filming, kidnapping, human trafficking, human hunting, injuries, psychological torture, stress hallucinations (visual and some auditory)