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lustfangs · 22 days

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Hello, Anon here. Heard you wanted a whorish ask.

|| It's been over a year since we became friends, and over that time we've spent increasing amounts of time goofing off together, both in public and just on our own, watching dumb movies and throwing popcorn at eachother. Every now and then, you'll get up to 'go grab yourself a drink' and instead just come back a few moments later to jump on my lap, laughing that you'd just taken your panties off 'cause you like the feeling. Every time, you feel a bulge press up against your cunt, and every time we laugh it off before things get awkward. But every time, I watch how soaked you are whenever you get up, trying to hide it by turning your back to me or switching off the lights. Tonight seems no different, except we've had a few drinks each. Just as usual, you make some thin excuse and come back maybe half a minute later, plopping yourself down in my lap. Except this time, I grab your neck with one hand, and bite your ear. My other hand slips right under your yoga pants, and I look you right in the eyes as my fingers stretch your seeping hole for me. You still have that half-smile, thinking this is all some kind of joke. You keep thinking that even as my fingers speed up, and soon after you're panting for breath through my grip on your neck, hands trembling and pussy quivering. I pull my hand out then, and give your cunt a hard slap through those drenched yoga pants. The sound of your moan is cut short by a hard kiss, and I reposition us so you're on your back under me, laying lengthwise to the couch. The only light in the room is from the TV, showing some old black-and-white film that neither of us much care about when I start fingerfucking you again. Smiling into the kisses, which grow increasingly desperate from you, those fingers finally bring you to orgasm, your back arching and thighs clenching together. It's here that your sense starts to kick in, and you think maybe something's wrong - or at least, something's very different. It doesn't matter what you think, though, as with a sudden click, your throat is now encircled by a collar. Your pussy, glistening wet in the pale light, is open to the air; when did that happen? I cut your shirt off you as well, splitting it down the middle along with your bra, and grab one fat tit to suck on, massaging and kneading the other. Maybe, you think, this is still some kind of prank, right? It's just a very sexy, hot, uhhh... something. Another click, and your eyes wander down to my belt - your collar is now attached to my pants, pulling on you a little while your gaze is held by the head of my throbbing cock. You straighten your back, trying to get in a better position - and in the very same moment, I push my raw meat inside you. Now's the time you start asking me to stop, to wait, to just put a condom on please wait no you don't want to get pregn-- but you can't get the rest of the word out, as I shove myself deep into you, locking lips and playing with your clit while ramming your cunt so hard it hurts. Every time we break for air, your pleas to stop get quieter, less convincing. One time, you catch yourself moaning 'breed me' and almost choke up a tear for how quickly that dumb, slutty brain of yours is getting reshaped for my purposes. The next time, you shout it, and keep shouting it until I finally fuck you full of hot, thick cum. Pulling out of you leaves a thin string trailing between us, and that begging look in your eyes is just too much. The movie finishes an hour and a half later, and by then your cunt is fucked as full of cum as it can fit without spilling, while your mouth has swallowed so much that you'll only taste jizz for a week. Having such a hazy, dummy cocksleeve has really changed our relationship dynamic. We both fall asleep on the couch.

The next morning, you wake up, mortified. Panicking, stressing, you wail away at me for doing this to you, for getting you drunk, for playing such an awful joke on you. All I do is put my finger in your mouth - and you shut right up, eyes wide with surprise as your still-full cunt starts dripping again. I use you every day now, my precious little cumwhore. We still watch movies and goof off, but the moment we get the chance to be alone, your body is mine to use and abuse. Nobody's noticed, yet, but then nobody expects you to be my fucktoy, do they?

only reaction i can give to this ask truly

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lustfangs · 22 days

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Ive only known your account for a few days, but ik already addicted to your content and can't wait for your u coming back. Pleaaaseee!

thank you so much anon! i've been pretty busy but i think i'm back now

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lustfangs · 2 months

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Treble clef anon here (𝄞)!

I hope this new piece lives up to my previous standards. Of course, as per your suggestion, we'll be taking a deep dive into the wonderful world of dumbification.

Afterall, what need have you of thoughts - when you're so wet and horny and needy and dumb that all you can think about is how bad you want to be ruined right now?

xxxxxxxxx

It began at work.

It's been a pretty busy month - with calls coming in one way, emails the other, and your boss constantly nagging you about some shit you sent to the wrong person last week, it's astonishing you're even able to keep up. Well... you haven't really been able to keep up that well. Every night you get home so tired you can barely blink without falling asleep, yet the moment you roll laboriously into bed, you're kept awake by the persistent low-level stress of knowing you've got to go to work again tomorrow.

You've thought of getting a therapist, but who has the time for that? Rubbing at your clit at night, awash with the hot flood of an orgasm or three, is all the reprieve you really get from this damn job. And even then, it's so short you barely notice.

So it's another morose, upsettingly boring day when you sit down at your desk, getting a final stretch in before switching on the shitty little company computer and opening the first few emails. They're the normal stuff: finances, shipping, some idiot lost their keys again, etc.

Except, there's one new message. Unknown sender, but you can't be bothered to run up the name. It's probably some newbie who forgot to switch to their work email. Inside, you see some garbled-looking text, obviously photocopied from somewhere, and a file attachment.

Fuck it, might as well, you think, double-clicking your way through. It's some kind of webcam app - your beleaguered old in-built cam blips to life, a dim light in its corner to show it's somehow still shambling on. On your screen, you just see your face. Haggard, strained, and shadowed with eye bags darker than your eyeliner, you look about as miserable as you feel. Across this dour screen flashes a message. Quick, subtle, but you catch it.

"Blink twice"

Hell, why not. You blink twice.

"Good girl."

Your cheeks flush, that light red startlingly noticeable in the slightly grainy camera footage. Oh, so that's what this is. One of those call-and-response porn bots? You'd heard of them before - hell, you'd been sent them before, whenever some dumbass let their email get hacked - but this one is surprisingly well put-together. Usually, big compilations of these pop up either on youtube or on porn sites, depending on what they ask people to do. Long compilations of tired workers being a little goofy, or a little slutty, into a camera that scrambles their identity when the recording's over.

It's funny, you never thought you'd get caught up in one of these. Maybe you'll be able to get off to it later, when it's inevitably uploaded to the hornier channels of the internet. No new emails. So for now, you keep watching.

"Blink again"

You blink, a damp little spot between your legs.

"Good girl." "You love doing what you're told."

Your breath hitches, the look on your own face enough to send a thrill of lust through your body.

"Nod for me."

Your head bobs once

"You love doing what you're told." "Nod again."

Thank god you're in a cubicle with a door, even if it's just a flimsy bit of cardboard. You nod, mouth slightly agape, and keep staring.

"Good girl." "Show me your tits."

You glance around, making sure nobody's around. Getting up a little, you can see there's even fewer people in than usual. Just you, your boss, and a cleaner. Guess everyone else took the weekend off. Or they're just working from home; you live too close to work not to bother coming in and keeping home separate.

Dropping back down into your seat, you flash your tits - short, sweet, and just long enough that you get an eyeful of yourself, before tucking them back under your shirt.

"Good girl."

The look on your own face is something else. Mouth a little open, tongue just by your lips, you barely manage to restrain yourself from groping at your tits, just dying to see how hot you'd look doing it.

"Again."

They're out in the air before you even realise, and with the click of the far door, you know the janitor's gone for the day. Just you, and your boss in her closed office.

"Touch them."

Your repressed need for some release takes over; groping needily at yourself, you do everything to look as slutty as you can in your reflection - kneading, pinching, pressing them together until your nips are nice and puffy, and you're aching to have them sucked.

"Good girl." "You hate thinking, don't you."

You keep staring, transfixed.

"Nod if you don't want to think"

You've nodded already, and it takes a second for you to realise you actually need to stop. Breath shaky, you drop your hands from your chest, just moving your arms to squish your breasts together and jiggle them a little, chair creaking beneath you.

"Good girl." "Don't think, just nod."

Your head bobs on its own, following the words.

"Don't think." "Take off your shirt."

The cotton lands in a heap on the floor, barely able to contain the instinctual nodding, as you get to see your smooth skin for the first time today. A drop of drool lands on your leg. Where'd that come from?

"Don't think." "Good girls don't think."

Another wet drop on your legs.

"You're a good girl, aren't you?"

You nod vigorously, staring at the image of your own tits.

"Say it."

You stop, suddenly unsure. It feels so good, but... say it? Your mouth forms the words, your head fills with their tune. Will your boss hear you? Surely not, she's behind a closed door afterall?

"Say it."

You raise your head a little over your cubicle wall, just enough to see. She's busy behind her desk with something, barely visible through the slats of her covered office windows. The door is firmly shut.

"I'm a good girl."

"Good girls don't think."

"G- good girls don't think~"

"Good girl." "What are you?"

"I'm a good girl."

"That's right. You're a good girl. And good girls don't think." "Good girls are dumb."

You shift your legs, and feel your own fingers already there, rubbing away at your clit like there's no tomorrow. It's so, so, wet down there, and you can't help yourself now, can you?

"Say it."

"Good girls... are dumb."

"Good girl." "What's your name?"

"I-"

You can't... remember? Your own name? Where was it again - oh, yeah. It's on the floor, on your discarded shirt. You fingers slip inside for a second, and the blind, gasping lust that seizes you refuses to let go, wetly plapping your own hand against your plumply pretty labia, every thought vanishing like smoke.

"What are you?"

"I'm a good girl~"

You whine, eyes rolling over how good you're making yourself feel.

"Your name is slut."

"My name is Slut?"

"Remember, good girls don't think."

"Mnnh~"

You bite your lip, unable to block the low moan sliding out of your throat, your new name locking into place. You should have that put on your... cube ickle? That's a long word.

"Long words are funny." "Good girls are dumb. Long words aren't dumb." "You don't need long words. You're dumb." "What's your name?"

"Slut."

"And what are you, slut?"

"A good girl~"

"And what are good girls?"

"Uhhh..."

You strain your mind to think, absently licking the sweet slick off your own fingers. Humping your hand, creaking the chair, you desperately try to grasp what you were thinking about - was it your wet, aching pussy? No, that's not it. What about this hot feeling between your legs? And how about those cute tits on the screen in front of you? Yeah, that makes sense!

"Good girls are dumb." "My, you really are a good girl."

"Mmhm..."

"So what are you, slut?"

"Uhm... I'm..."

"You're a dumb slut. That's what."

Your whole body trembles as the pleasure suddenly washes over you, hips rolling your sloppy pussy onto your fingers, helplessly riding them as you stare at the pretty slut on the screen.

"Stand up"

You shoot to your feet, tits bouncing as you try to keep fingering yourself, even standing up. Oh look, you're boss' door is open. Wow, has she always been this hot? You shoot a look back down at the screen.

"Cum in my office." "Edge until you reach me. Kneel every time you get close."

You follow the pretty instructions, dumb brain shorting out every time you get so, so close, and dropping to your knees, dripping wet juice all over the floor each time. By the fifth time, you're right by her door, and fat tears are rolling down your face as you grope desperately at your tits instead of your puffy pussy. Finally, you step inside. The office is decorated all in black, as is your boss, her chest and thick cock both straining against her clothes. Standing there, you fingerfuck yourself for her pleasure, squealing with need as the floor soaks in your juices, the smell of sex wafting through the room.

She just watches, clicking a pen.

Why is it so hard now? you think, mashing your clit so hard you're crying all over again. Let me cum for her! I want to cum for her! I'm a good girl! Good girls are dumb! I'm dumb slut! Dumb slut want cum! Just those words flash through your mind, and soon enough you're saying them out loud.

"I'm a good girl! Good girls are dumb!"

"Yes, my dear. Good girls are dumb. And you're such a perfect, pretty, dumb little girl for me, aren't you~?"

The orgasm comes with a scream, dropping you to your knees, then onto your face, as wet cum squirts against the glass of her office, thumping dully in the heart-pounding quiet. Your breaths are nothing but moans and whines, your poor mind gone completely. Just a fuzzy haze left, mumbling something into the wet carpet as trembles wrack your body, showing off your pretty back, and your pretty cheeks, to your new master. Wasn't she your boss already~?

~~~~~~

tadaa! I can do a part two if you like Something tells me your boss won't be satisfied with just watching you lose your mind in front of her.

I get the feeling she wants to keep you.

But who am I, the author, to decide such things?

P.S. I hope you feel a little better now, and hopefully you'll have an easier time of it than before.

Treble clef anon you are my savior!!!! I’ve missed you <33 please send that second part over I’ve been so busy lately :((

#nsft #bd/sm blog #nsft text #rough cnc #nsft concept #cnc k!nk #* zel answers.

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lustfangs · 3 months

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prompt credits go to my lovely raine ( @her-pale-shadow )

thinking so hard about being on a work trip with some of coworkers. We’re all staying at a hotel and I’m sharing a room with one of them who I’m unaware is very attracted to me. We both decide to explore the hotel together and we find ourselves in the bar. drink after drink and we’re both giggling together. I’m unaware that they’ve been staring at my chest this entire time and that everytime I lean forward and they can see down my shirt their breath hitches, but suddenly the bartender is flirting with me too and he’s so forward about it that I’m giggling and blushing. My co-worker is pissed, absolutely fuming with jealousy. They want me to blush over /them / not some loser behind the bar , so they drag me away. When I argue they tell me that I’m drunk and that man was going to take advantage of me obviously. I nod, I trust them clearly. That is until we’re on the elevator and more people come in and it’s so crowded that I’m pressed right against my coworker. Their hands are on my hips and I can feel something hard against my ass and suddenly they’re rubbing against me and whispering in my ear to be quiet and to not bother the rest of the passengers. My breath is hitching because aren’t they doing what they just warned me against? Almost as if reading my mind they lean down to whisper “this isn’t the same thing at all, but how would you know? You’re too dumb to know the difference, baby. Too much of a ditzy slut”, as they start making me grind back on them. “That’s okay, though. I’ll turn that brain right off and you’ll be thanking me that I fucked you instead of letting you run off to that guy behind the bar”

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lustfangs · 3 months

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making out until we literally Have To Fuck.

kissing gently and shyly on the couch because we said we would take it slow. slowly beginning to open our mouths more, tongues gliding across each other. sighing softly into your mouth. i finally bite your lip. just gently but it’s enough to kick things up a notch. the gentle hands resting softly on each others shoulders and backs beginning to roam and explore. we begin gasping into each others mouths as the shyness fully disappears and you grab my breast and i tug at your hair.

you pull me onto your lap, straddling you, as your lips leave mine for the first time and begin trailing across my jaw and down my neck. my nails scratching lightly on your shoulder and on your scalp. as we continue to to pant and grab and kiss i suddenly blush as i feel you begin to get hard against me. we make eye contact for a moment before i slowly roll my hips, grinding against you. we both let out soft moans and after that any plans to take it slow are forgotten.

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lustfangs · 4 months

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Hello there! Nice to see you're back

Hope you've had a restful time away from Hellsite B

Have you any interesting new scenarios us scholarly types could spin into a good (horny) yarn?

Haven’t had restful time at all :(( . Been soooo busy with classes. Been using my head so much lately . I’d love any scenarios that involve dumbification … maybe a work or professional setting

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lustfangs · 5 months

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Have I been gone too long or do you guys still want to fucj me 🥺

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lustfangs · 7 months

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you can tell me to stop all you want, but until you stop moaning and twitching against my hand, i’m not going to believe your protests.

you hate it so much? huh? then at least try not to cum.

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lustfangs · 8 months

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Alright alright here's part 2 already. ----

A broad smile splits his face, beneficent as a saint of hell, that evil glint still in his eye. You can't believe it. Why did you say that? Why? Why? What possessed you to say yes to this-- to this stalker! You should take it back, say he misheard you, pick up that rolling pin and batter him out of your house. You should shout at him to go away, scream in his face and use all your strength to shove him tumbling onto your brick porch.

But you don't. You just kneel there, quivering with terror, as he pulls out his belt in a single, smooth motion. He's gotten a glass of water from somewhere... when did he get that? Are you really paying so little attention? He swallows something blue, gulping it down with water, and reaches his hand into the bag he brought in.

It's a collar, black and barbed. It doesn't look like it was designed to be removed.

"Good girl, I knew you wanted it~"

You desperately cling to any kind of reprieve, any information you can glean to help, and note the hint of unease in his voice. Maybe he won't actually do it? Maybe... maybe this is all some kind of sick joke, maybe--

The collar clicks around your neck, a hardy leash extending from you to him, his hand, as with the other he begins to unbuckle his pants.

Oh God. Please no.

You're crying now, great balled-up tears rolling down your face, weeping with fear as he pulls your leash closer; you can't stop yourself from moving forward, on hands and knees, as his cock emerges from the deep.

Even seen through your misted-up, watery vision, the size of it draws yet another thick hiccough of tears out, lip trembling as you try to form words. He's too big, you want to say. You'll just break me! you try to cry, but little else comes out other than incomprehensible blubbering.

It's cut short rather suddenly, as he yanks you forward and grabs your neck with his leash-hand, forcing you to stare up at him. Blinking the wetness from your eyes, you try to search for answers in his suddenly-stony expression, for naught.

"Remember, you wanted this."

His voice brooks no argument, but you try anyway - opening up your mouth, to say something, anything - only for his fat, reeking cock to fill your face instead, engorged tip hitting the back of your throat immediately. You gag, splutter, try to spit it out. But you're in his control now, and he just shoves it deeper.

You feel sick. That thick thing is going too far, and you don't know how much your can take; then, just like that, it's gone. You pant for air, or try to, except he stuffs something cold and metallic into your mouth, and you feel a chill spray hit your uvula, and then... nothing. What was that supposed to do?

You don't need to wait long to find out, as he shoves inside you again and Nothing. No gag reflex. The drink must be getting to your head. There's no way he just shut you off like that, except for the fact that, even as you try to think about it, he grabs your hair and just pummels your poor little maw with cock, pre and drool slicking together until all you can hear are the wet slapping sounds of his balls meeting your chin.

Louder than your heartbeat. Louder than his muttered praise, and definitely louder than the sound of anything around you.

Without warning, something hot shoots out into your mouth, down your throat, and you swallow.

God almighty, why did you swallow?

He takes it out of you, and it's not like you try to keep it in - the tip just catches on your lips, and his fucking hog comes out cleaner than it went in. The tears start coming again, and you can't stop them.

He pulls on your leash, yanks hard, until you start crawling with him. Where are you going? You can't see, you've lost your sense of direction-- ah, yes. He waits for you to figure out where you are.

What's that buzzing noise? Oh, it's the TV. You didn't switch it off. Oh. You're next to the couch.

"Come on dear, get on there and spread your legs for me~"

You don't move. Or, you try not to. You try! You do, you really do! But between one word and the next, you're laying on the couch, with your arms clenched tightly around your folded legs. You can't trust yourself anymore, no more than you can trust him.

"I said, SPREAD YOUR LEGS"

He roars, and slaps your hands away, tearing your grip open and clawing those legs of yours apart. With a growl of frustration, he yanks down those too-flimsy panties of yours, tearing them and flinging the fabric aside, before slapping your cunt, as hard as he slapped you on the hands.

Pain washes through you like rain, and you yelp around the collar, which has begun to feel like it's restricting your airflow.

He slaps you again, and again, and again, until it's all puffy and pinkish-red, the only blessing that he didn't tear skin, so at least you're not bleeding. A gasp rocks your body. No preamble, no nothing, he's just fucked himself inside you. You feel so full - so much more so than that mid-sized dildo you always play with. You do have bigger ones, but you've never been brave enough to actually use them.

Not the way he's using you. Collar around your throat, and his weight bearing down on you, each snippet of breath comes in a gasp and out, a moan, mewling into his shoulder until his weight shifts, and he's shoving his tongue down your throat.

The first orgasm feels like a punch to the head. Everything slows down, and you SCREAM with it, shuddering and muttering and moaning as he keeps going.

No. It feels good. It hurts. I want more~ Stop!

All this conflict in your head, and he hasn't even stopped for a breather, iron-hard rod bullying its way past your meagre defenses, stuffing you even fuller than when you'd tasted him in your mouth. New lips now kiss his dick, as-- no, no! What are you thinking, they kiss his dick?! You don't like this! You don't!!

Don't you?

Don't you hate it, when every thrust makes you moan like a whore? Don't you like it, now that you've started begging for more? Doesn't it feel so good, when he presses the night's third orgasm out of you, mashing his big hand against your clit, with that feeling of primal desire rising in your chest?

You... you can't stop.

You've changed positions. Now he's laying on the couch, on his back, letting you ride him like a rodeo bull. You don't... want to stop. You fuck yourself onto his dick, harder and better than you've ever gone on your dildo; you beg him to cum inside you, to ruin his pretty little neighbour, to come fuck you like this more.

You tell him you need his dick. You need to be fucked, raw, just like this, again. You're so overstimulated you've started crying again, alternating between weeping and insane-sounding giggles, as your next orgasm rocks the room around you. More. More! He grabs you by the hips and drops the two of you on the floor.

Face down, ass up, you whine for him as hot dick stuff you full again - as he slaps your ass and calls you his pretty little thing, as your knees shake from how good he's making you feel. As your chest flutters from how happy you are when he calls you a good girl, and how you're taking a big cock so well, better than anyone else he's met. His praises wash over you like the sun, bathing you in their soft light, as his overloaded balls tap at your clit, each tiny motion bringing you ever closer to yet another edge.

It doesn't feel as good anymore, but that's not stopping you.

Each orgasm hurts now, and leaves you wailing with pleasure and pain. He tosses you onto the coffee table, and sprawled over its surface, he takes your ass for a ride.

Oh God it hurts, so much.

You split on your tits and beg him for more.

- Your neighbour waves to you the next morning, as you get out of the house for work.

He knows he'll see you again.

And he knows you want him, no matter how hard you try to deny it.

~~~~~~ so uh, yeah. Part 2. Hope you enjoyed this epic conclusion, vamp. If you want any other story ideas written out at length, just give me a shout. - 𝄞

music note anon I love you so bad . I definitely need more of your writing in my inbox

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