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tightsweatyclothes · 5 months
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She stares longingly at the bunch of keys which promise her freedom. To motivate her, her gaoler comes to add itching powder to her suit every day, which combines with the sweat in the suit to make her constantly thrash around in agony. Gentle excitations at her privates never quite allow her to climax, and the kitchen fires continually burning beneath her tower cell make it hotter than a sauna, and fill the room with the smell of barbeque every evening. No matter how she salivates with the smell of roasting meat, however, she is only ever allowed thin and bitter porridge, mixed with the gaoler's bodily fluids such as urine and semen. Visitors on the way down from the battlements will urinate into her cell, and the stale urine puddles in a depression at the side, the only liquid she is allowed to drink, despite the sounds of drinking and wine-glasses and chewing and slurping which invariably torment her every time there is a feast in the halls below. Once more she takes her shackled steps over to the bunch of keys, and once more she can only brush her bound body against them, unable to get at them, feeling them against her tight suit without being able to use them. She shrieks into the gag, thrashes against the confining straitjacket, but the keys only jingle, teasingly close and yet out of reach of her mitted and strapped arms.
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misseviehyde · 18 days
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BIG CUCK
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"OMG - dude, our bully has turned me into a perfect physical copy of your hot girlfriend Jenna. Why the fuck would he do that to me? I'm your best-friend and he does this to me?
He must be up to something evil. That asshole is so manipulative and evil. He loves to play games.
He's been trying to get Jenna to sleep with him for months but she loves you too much. We can both see that she has real chemistry with Aaron and she's come so close to fucking him, but her love and loyalty to you is the only thing stopping her.
Now he's used the magic remote to copy her exactly onto me. I have her tits, her long blonde hair... even her sexy tan. Oooh shit, that's not all I have. This thing has copied her personality and desires onto me - they're starting to catch up with me. I can feel my mind changing.
Dude, I feel so fucking pretty and spoiled. My skin feels like buttermilk and my body is so tiny and perfect. Ooooh, I feel like totally feminine and girly. Jenna's personality fits like soooo nicely over my own.
I can even feel an echo of her love for you growing in my heart. Oh my God, I fucking love you. I love you so damn much.
Oh shit, here comes Aaron. Don't worry baby, I won't let that asshole hurt you.
What the fuck do you want you bastard? Why have you turned me into Jenna?
You're going to make him enjoy being a cuckold so that he'll encourage the real Jenna to fuck you? No... that's evil, and it won't work. Jenna loves him and so do I.
What do you mean you're gonna corrupt me so I love you instead and I become an evil whore? Nooooo, don't ugghhh point that remote at me... ahhhh fuck what are you doing?
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Ugggh dude, you have to get out of here... he's melting my brain... making me uuuuuhhhhhh slutty and mean. I... I... I'm trying to fight it, but it feels so good. I can feel Jenna's love for you being, uuuugghhh twisted and corrupted into something wicked.
Ohhhh fuck, yessss, I like boys. Nnnn nooo I like MEN. Alpha Men. N...nooo that isn't right is it? Mmmmh, it feels kinda right though.
Ohhhh no he's making me bad and I can't ughhhh fight it. Twisting my sexuality and my mind. He's making me into evil-Jenna and I like it.
Mmmmh, yessss... only big cock will satisfy me. Only bullies make me WET. I'm a bully too? I am? Oh yeah, of course I am. I love being better than other girls. Yessss, I'm a fucking BITCH. I fucking dominate other girls. I dress like a fucking bitch, I AM a BITCH!
Hahah, ohhhh fuck this feels good. To have this smoking hot body... tight and smooth, feminine and powerful. To know men lust and desire after me. No one can understand why I'm dating such a pathetic loser for a boyfriend. Even I can't unders...
I... oh yeah of course. I date you because you're pathetic and weak. You're SO in love with me and think I'm an angel. I use you to get what I want. You pay for my clothes and my makeup. You give me lifts and cook me dinner. You even do my homework for me. But the truth is I fucking h... hate you.
Ugggh, noooo that isn't mmmmmh right, I lll..lllov... NO. NO, I can't fight it. It feels too good when I say it. I... I HATE you. I fucking hate what a weak pathetic loser you are, but it makes me wet to date you and enslave you and fuck other men. Better men.
Men like Aaron. Yeah, that's right. I like his big fat cock and his bullying attitude. He turns me on... he makes me wanna be a slut for him.
And you like it too don't you loser? You know I'm not the real Jenna, but this is how she really feels. Deep down inside she despises you and uses you to get what she wants. But really she wants to fuck other boys and you want her too.
The thought of being a cuck excites you doesn't it? Of kneeling between my legs and licking Aaron's cum out of my tight pussy. You wanna watch him fuck me. You wanna see me fucking scream and cum all over his cock.
He can pound me in ways you never could. You can only last a few seconds inside me, he can go for hours. HAHA ohhhh fuck yes, it makes me so horny to be evil to you. I love what a bitch I am.
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Now then loser are you ready to watch Aaron put his strong hands all over my tight body. He's gonna bend me over, pull my panties to one side and slide that big dick into my tight little pussy.
I'm gonna fucking ride him for hours, pumping my pussy up and down on his cock. I'm gonna suck his balls and swallow his cock deep down my pretty throat. I'm gonna make you watch as he fucks me doggy, then lets me ride cowgirl. Every position, every possible type of sex - he's gonna show you how much better he is than you.
When he's done and I'm dripping with his cum, you'll never forget how hot I look - how happy and satisfied. When you see the real Jenna you'll not be able to stop thinking about her covered in Aaron's spunk. You'll do anything to help her become like me. You want to see the evil-Jenna take control.
This is the beginning of your addiction. Now get ready loser - because it's time for Jenna to get railed.
I can't wait for you to become a big cuck as I take this big cock...
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justbreakonme · 1 year
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Whumpee hiding under a table and watching Whumpers shoes go by, holding their breath and pleading silently that they would go unnoticed.
But Whumper had already seen them. And they decide to keep walking, pacing around and around the table, letting their rebellious little whumpee get all worked up before they pounced.
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yridenergyridenergy · 6 months
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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . LAST SONG!
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dougielombax · 6 months
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No, HBOMax.
I will NOT watch your new animated shows after you got rid of all the others and cancelled Infinity Train (and also removed it too!).
So kindly fuck off and stop advertising them to me.
It’s like I’m being taunted!
Fucking hell.
Okay I know it’s not personal but still.
The same goes for Netflix. Cancelling shows like Inside Job and Dead End just as they’re getting started!
Despicable shit!
But this applies especially to HBOMax.
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angel-gf · 6 months
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Telling me to strip and get on my knees, ur standing above me because you are above me with your pants unzipped stroking your big cock. “Do you still want to please me baby” you taunt, Id eagerly nod, I always want to please you it’s like my purpose. “Beg for it” Id beg to suck your cock, pledging almost in tears, you’d slap me, pull my hair, spit in my face, mouth, choke me, shove your fingers down my mouth until I gag, rub my saliva on my face, id just keep pleading just to please you, just to taste you, you’d get more and more violent, calling me a stupid whore, pretty slut, occasionally a good girl, a cum hungry whore. Teasing me and taunting me the whole time. Until you cum all over my pretty face, while I’m crying never letting me touch you or taste you. And I’d still thank you.
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whereifindsanity · 6 months
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little-peril-stories · 2 months
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Febuwhump Day 19 - Please don't Please stop
From The Prince of Thieves:
I don’t have time to savour the fleeting thrill of hearing someone who isn’t Baden Hatchett say my name. In an instant, he strides toward her, and a crack fills the room. Bree’s head whips to the side; the back of Hatchett’s hand comes away painted with blood.
Hatchett is still, not even seeming to notice the blood on his hands. “At least we can both admit when we’ve made a mistake,” he says softly. “I wish I’d never laid eyes on you, or on your pathetic drunk of a father. Agreeing to his offer was, perhaps, the most foolish thing I have ever done.”
…instead of just running away.
I was to be married. I chose differently.
“What the fuck.” The only words I can possibly say.
Bree’s eyes turn toward me.
And then they’re back on Baden Hatchett. “Stop hurting him.” Her head dips, hangs, goes still. “Please. Stop. Just leave him alone.”
“Oh, you miserable little witch,” Hatchett says. He lifts her chin. “So faithless, so treacherous—a whole lifetime of it. You’re begging for him again, and yet you have been keeping such wicked secrets. You didn’t tell him about the betrothal.” For the tiniest instant, he looks at me. “Did you tell him about your sweet little betrayal?”
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covered-up-bondage · 8 months
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misseviehyde · 4 months
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POWERFUL IMAGINATION
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"That's it loser, put that powerful imagination of yours to good use. So long as you're wearing that amulet, all your fantasies about me will continue to come true. Even the fantasies you don't consciously want to have.
I was angry at first with the changes. These big tits, this bitchy attitude and my change from male to female. As I became girlier day by day I thought I was losing my mind and it took me a while to understand what was causing it.
Once I realised you were the one causing my transformation to happen and I began to enjoy being a girl I started to get addicted and crave more. Each day I'd wake up with bigger tits, a tighter pussy, more girls clothes and girly friends - and soon it was all I ever wanted.
I worked out that spending time with you and making you my simp would accelerate my transformation faster and further. Your imagination became more active with the ideas and desires I planted in your mind.
Who could have guessed that your fantasy about your male best-friend involved me becoming a spoiled bitch who likes to friendzone simps like you and fuck alpha men?
Most guys would have a simple imagination and dream I was their fuckable submissive girlfriend - but not you. Your elaborate fantasies, conscious or otherwise are driven by an inferiority complex.
You worship women and crave female domination. In your imagination all women are Goddesses who boss weak men like you around and take what we want from you.
You wish you were me, a hot dominant brat - and the thought of a man becoming a girl excites you. That's why your imagination turned me into a woman... but too bad you could never imagine this for yourself.
Instead of me transforming into your girlfriend or some sort of bimbo slut, I became the nastiest bitch around here. Your imagination made me smarter and sexier than I could possibly imagine.
It felt so good to be taller, bustier, more confident. My friends are now the popular girls, my house is now a mansion. I've become the idealised bitchy girl you have somewhere in your mind. Your imagination has done me the world of good.
Now as I spend time with your bully getting fucked by his delicious big cock, or shopping with the nastiest girls at school I'm living out your fantasies and your imagination continues to run wild and make me hotter and nastier by the hour.
Keep dreaming loser and keep wearing that amulet. I do so love your powerful imagination."
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furiousart1 · 9 months
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Victoria (OC)
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Winner of July poll
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munch-o-rama · 1 year
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hey i don't remember this happening in the books
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The Machines
RUIN pt 3 | Previous | Next
for @whumperofworlds WOW Day 15 | Outnumbered
CW: outnumbered 3 to 1, multiple whumpers, taunting, beating
Renfred W. Michaelson III,
Congratulations on your graduation from the Royal Undergraduate Institute of Networking.  Your certificate of completion has been processed and is ready to be picked up.  Your documents will be available until the start of fifth term.
Sincerely, 
Cpt. Leroy Hutchins
Headmaster
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Wren read the letter four times, hands trembling.  He had hoped the Institute would mail his documents.  The thought of returning made his heart race.
He took a steadying breath.  He spent a year there.  One more day wouldn’t kill him.
His sister met him as he left.
“I thought they mailed those kinds of things,” Molly mused.
Wren shrugged, eager to be gone and return.
“I made you something.”  Molly handed him a basket filled with enough bread and fruit to feed a whole family.
“I’ll only be gone one day, Mol,” Wren laughed.
“I know.  I just wanted you to carry it around all day.”
“Thanks.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Wren hooked the basket over his elbow.  When he reached the front gate, he heard the door open again, and Molly shouted, “I want my basket back!”
...
The Royal Undergraduate Institute of Networking loomed large atop a hill, its grey stone exterior partially hidden behind tall pines.
Wren paused halfway up.  He ate some bread, stalling.
From the top, three boys came towards Wren, pointing at him and laughing between themselves.
The first, seemingly the leader, approached and greeted, “Hello, Renfred!  We thought we’d find you here.”
“Hello.”  Wren turned slowly as they circled around him.  “Who are you again?”
“We’re the real graduates.”
“The ones who earned our places at the Institute.”
“And our Certificates.”
“Did you earn yours, Renfred?”
“Did you earn yours?”
Wren gave up trying to follow the boys as they circled, their conversation bouncing between the three of them so Wren could hardly tell them apart.
“What’s this?”  One of them snatched the basket from Wren’s hand.  “Aw.  You got packed lunch from your mommy.”
Wren reached to take it back, and the boys laughed.  They passed it back and forth, like a game, all the while shoving Wren with increasing violence.
“Someone here must really love you -”
“- or really hate you -”
“- to allow you to graduate so unprepared.”
“We put in the work.”
“What did you do?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s right.”
“Nothing.”
They pushed, and one stuck his leg out, sending Wren tumbling to the ground.
“I don’t want any trouble,” Wren said, trying to scrabble away.
“You don’t get to pass without trouble.”
“This is what you’re owed.”
The closest boy delivered a swift kick to Wren’s shoulder.  
Wren fell onto his back and barely had time to cover his head before the three descended upon him in a flurry of feet and fists.
Just as quickly as they started, the boys composed themselves and walked back up the hill to the Institute, their parting words off-handed.  “By the way.  Andrew sends his regards.”
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spacevixenmusic · 2 months
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Source: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles [2003]
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