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Remember: What makes these images from a girls perspective is the context. So add a sentence or two please at least for immersion!
>>4190678
I know alot of people come to this thread for buttslut anon's storys. Here is a link to all of it so far for the people looking for it or those who haven't had a chance to read it.
http://pastebin.com/1QxRRxGK
>>4190686
Here's hoping for a part two. That is some quality word porn.
hey, not judging your fetishes or anything i just have to chime in here; the way you write the subject for these threads sounds like a 9 year old boy who saw a TITTY magazine with NAKED GIRLS for the first time and really wants to tell you about it. you know that shit eating half-grin little kids have when they're talking about something that's risque from their perspective? that's the face these threads make. makes me laugh in secondhand embarrassment every time i see it. that's all, have fun fellas..
Creampie strongly preferred.
fuck me up
When you decided to take the job as a maid, you expected to be actually cleaning... Not that you mind what you're doing instead
>>4190686
Wow, imagining having a vagina and guys just want to stick it in your ass, that's some pulp fiction level mind fuck right there
Your son's friends are so nice!
They'd been a constant presence at the house ever since he was little, always coming over to run around the neighborhood with him -- or, later, to play basketball in the driveway or video games in the basement. But they were also perfectly willing to drop everything and help if they noticed you were overwhelmed with chores, or if the dinner you were cooking was especially labor-intensive. Such nice boys.
And then, after the divorce, they started coming over even when your son was at his father's new house, to comfort you and make you feel less alone. You were happy to play hostess to them, of course, and, as they got older, you really didn't even mind the lingering glances from them when they were sure you weren't looking -- it was nice to feel attractive after the protracted unraveling of your marriage.
Many of your son's friends had to move away after they graduated high school -- you'd told them all how happy you were after they'd been accepted to college after college, though, secretly, your heart ached that they had to leave -- but one in particular stayed behind, having gotten a job at his parents' small business right after graduation. He'd kept coming over even in the absence of all the others -- for dinner at least once a week, but also semi-randomly just to chat.
He was so charming and nice that you quickly found yourself looking forward to his visits. So charming that, when he confessed that he'd always been very attracted to you, you blushed and beamed. So charming that when he suggested you take off your clothes, you did -- and when he took his off too, there was no resisting his charm any longer.
That boy comes over a lot more often, now, and you always make sure you're ready to repay him for his kindness when he does.
Mess me up, preferably anal or a blowbang~
Ayy
>>4191259
Love that giant impossible to miss watermark in the image that is going to be the reason it gets deleted by mods!
Jesus Christ people really neglect the story part of these threads now past New Year's day.
>>4190958
That was very sweet, but I was expecting you to write at least the paizuri act in somewhere there kinda.
Money was tight, and you needed another job to pay your bills (and provide a bit more leisure money). While looking through the newspaper, you found an ad asking for "maid service" in a nearby villa. Seemed simple enough.
You arrived at the home, the size an incredible sight to behold, even just walking to the doorway seemed to take an eternity. You rang the doorbell to have it opened by a man wearing a bathrobe, and pajama bottoms that you swore were too loose.
You entered the home to see an elegant foyer, with elaborate marble aesthetic, with a gorgeous glass chandelier hanging above.
"My office is this way" he says, putting a hand on your shoulder, leading you further into the abode. You were brought to a small room with a sofa in front of a desk, an odd contrast to the enormous size of the home.
"You're pretty cute. If you don't mind, I'd like to see if your uniform fits." He says, drawing your eyes to a neatly bundled set of clothing. "We prefer traditional attire here."
You grab the bundle, and are rather harshly lead to a small bathroom. Without wasting any time, you removed your over cloths, and began to slip off your underwear.
Suddenly, you heard the squeak of the door, as your employer walks in with his cock rigid and stiff. He forcefully grabs your nude form, throws you against the counter, and lines his member up to your waiting pussy before thrusting it all the way in with a single motion.
>>4191591
You wince in pain and angrily stare at his ugly grin. "At least wear a condom you jerk!" you scowl. "Do you have one?". Your embarrassed grin was all the answer he needed before he continued his assault. He continued to pound into you for several minutes, slowly increasing his pace. Suddenly, his thrusts become extremely rapid, and his quickening breath made you worried.
"I'm going to cum...tell me you want it, slut" He says. "Wait, what? Don't cum inside of me you idio-"
Too late. He begins to unload a steady stream of sticky cum into your canal. He continues to pump into you, his shallow thrusts coaxing more and more of his baby batter into your waiting womb. After he finishes, he pulls out of you, leaving you to fall on the floor, the stimulation making your legs give out.
"You got the job. See you monday".
Hopefully you remember to bring condoms next time
>>4191593
10/10
>>4191665
Thanks man
These threads are amazing. It does bother me how so few people actually include a story.
Story fags need to stop being bitches. These threads never had them to begin with. Stop being entitled little bitches or go make.your own thread for your shitty short novels.
>>4191665
"Well, well, well," said a voice, "look who it is."
You tried to turn your head to see who was speaking, but the stocks prevented you from craning your neck far enough. "The commander who's been giving us so much trouble out on the field," continued the voice, and now you could hear footsteps, too, as the man circled around to face you -- you didn't recognize him, but he was wearing the uniform of the enemy nation against which you'd been directing your troops. "But, uhh... I don't see any of your soldiers this time," he added, looking to his left and right, and then meeting your gaze, grinning broadly. "Guess it's just you and me."
You grunted as you tested your restraints, the stocks rattling but holding fast, keeping your head and wrists securely bound in place and forcing you to remain in a humiliating, bent-forward position. "Let me go, you bastard," you snarled, doing your best to sound threatening in spite of the situation, "or when my unit gets here, I'll make sure they kill you fir-- nngh...!"
But at that moment, the other enemy soldier in the room -- he must have slipped in while you were distracted by the first -- reached around your waist to start clumsily unfastening your belt and pants, bunching them around your knees. "Your unit is dead," he sneered, and you could feel the color draining from your face, "or bound up like you, in case of the ladies. No one's coming for you, Commander. Well..." His grin broadened, and you could feel the crown of the other soldier's shaft pressing against your sex, "someone's gonna be coming..."
You gritted your teeth, determined not to cry out, but you couldn't help grunting as the second soldier abruptly stuffed his thick shaft deep inside of you -- it was far bigger than that of any lover you'd been intimate with, and you could feel your inner muscles stretching wide to accomodate it. It got much harder to remain silent as the thrusting started, that impossible length pumping in deep again and again, the soldier's hips smacking against your perky ass, and soon you couldn't help groaning through your teeth, your fists clenched and your toes curled in your boots.
"Looks like the big, strong Commander has a weakness, huh?" said the first soldier, unzipping his own pants and tugging out his dick -- also massive. "All those battles lost, and all we had to do was whip these out to turn you into a helpless slut."
"Shut your fucking mouth, you -- pmmph!"
But your words were interrupted yet again as the first soldier stuffed his cock deep into your mouth, beginning to piston it in and out at roughly the same pace as the man fucking you from behind. "Bite me and I'll kill you, whore," he growled, but he was thick enough around that you didn't have the leverage to close your mouth, anyway.
It felt like the two men lasted for hours -- by the time the one behind you finished, your bottom was raw and sore from all the times his hips had slapped against it. You tried to tell him to pull out, but all you managed to do was moan incoherently around the dick in your mouth as he bottomed out and flooded your womb with his seed. The soldier in your mouth pulled out at around the same time, ropes of his cum splashing against your face and glazing your hair.
"See ya 'round, 'Commander'," taunted the soldier in front, and then he tucked his softened shaft back into his pants and stepped out of your field of view once more.
If you'd known that that wouldn't be the last time the soldiers would come to visit you, you might've been less relieved at their departure...
>>4191869
You were a little wary at first when you were first offered this position, but, after giving it a try, you've come to enjoy the sex just as much as the men you've fucked. It may not be quite what you expected being a nurse was to be like, but regardless, you /are/ making people feel better...
>>4191949
>>4192023
gross
>>4192141
Was literally about to post this. What are the odds?
>>4191784
These threads now have stories attached, as requested by the OP and many others. If you don't like it, you can take your little tantrum elsewhere.
>>4192132
want more leaky girls
>>4192238
I'd say more people are complaining about the lack of stories at this point.
If you don't want a story, you can just right-click new tab and not be forced to see it
>>4192023
I've self inserted myself into this gif more than a few times.
It was your 10th customer at the brothel and you were servicing the men.
The pleasure of the others you pleased mixed together to create a noxious concoction of sweat and sperm.
Completely taken up by the atmosphere and trying your best to please your customer you fail to notice that he's about to cum.
He slams your head down preventing you from pulling out, then jettisoning his male essence down your throat.
Tears flow down your eyes blurring your mascara as you think of the many diseases you could get, but you pretend to enjoy it.
(1/2)
You'd always been a tomboyish, short-hair-don't-care sorta girl. Always playing sports with the boys, or riding your mountain bike around the streets of the boring, suburban town you'd grown up in. Always steering clear of 'girly' drinks as you got older, preferring to look tough by ordering craft beers or shots of whisky. And, when it came to romance, always being the dominant one, the one to initiate, the one to pin down some meek dude and fuck his brains out.
At first, you'd assumed that your latest boyfriend would be the same way. He was a sweet guy, the sort to send flowers to your job and text you lovey-dovey messages with lots of emojis. He was also, frustratingly, the sort who didn't kiss on a first date and believed romance needed time to blossom before a relationship could 'get intimate' -- he'd ACTUALLY SAID 'get intimate'! He was just hot enough that you felt compelled to stick around until the guy finally put out, but the (seemingly one-sided) sexual tension was really starting to get to you.
At the beginning of February, he finally started dropping hints that sexy-time was on the horizon -- he'd booked a hotel room for Valentine's Day and asked you to clear your schedule, which you couldn't do fast enough. It was so 'him' -- champagne and expensive food for dinner, a box of chocolates and a bouquet of roses afterward. The bed, once you finally GOT to the bed, even had cutesy heart pillows on it, for goodness' sake. By the time you'd both finally started making out and clumsily stripping one another, you were already formulating a plan to take charge and give your beau a night to remember...
>>4192386
(2/2)
... so when he suddenly shoved you onto the bed, spread your legs, and stuffed his dick balls-deep inside of you, you didn't even have a chance to react! He was rutting you like an animal in heat before you knew it, and no amount of startled pleading slowed down his powerful, rapid thrusts (thank God you'd been horny enough that he hadn't gone in dry). At first, you thought you'd never get used to the discomfort and soreness of being taken so roughly, but his brute force method started working with time -- as pain faded in the face of mounting pleasure, you found yourself moaning instead of begging, gripping the bedsheets instead of trying to shove him away, and delighting in your helplessness and newfound submissiveness.
You couldn't remember him stopping that night -- you must have passed out during -- and by the next morning, he'd reverted to his usual nice-guy persona, even taking the time to serve you breakfast in bed (fortunate, since you didn't think you'd be able to walk for a few hours). But then, when you'd asked what the plan was for the rest of the day, he'd grinned, and you'd known that there was plenty more to come.
You had set out to be a hero, someone that the world would remember, but your journey ends with you as nothing more then a fuckslut for the chieftain of a tribe of orcs. However, it might not be so bad.
>>4192702
(1/2)
Your boyfriend's new friend was really starting to piss you off.
He'd practically forced himself into your friend group when he'd found out you all played Monster Hunter, always keen to boast about his high hunter rank and that one time that he'd killed White Fatalis, naked, with dual swords. Psh. As if. You were getting so sick of his goofy ponytail, and his great smile, and his surprisingly well-defined abs, and his... wait, what? Never mind. Point is, dude was a cocky weirdo and you weren't sure why your boyfriend kept letting him hang around.
Like today, for instance -- he'd squeezed between you and bae like the inconsiderate kotatsu-hog he was, and he kept 'forgetting' to bring potions and hot drinks during every hunt and borrowing them from the both of you. He was being so fucking hot -- aggravating, you told yourself, not hot -- that you were having to concentrate twice as hard on hunting, so that you hardly even noticed as he eased your skirt up to your hips and started slowly rolling your panties down your leg (how was he so fucking good at Monster Hunter that he was doing top DPS while simultaneously stripping you?!).
And then he started getting all up in your personal space during a crucial part of the hunt. Rude! There was plenty of room under the kotatsu; you didn't see why he had to scoot up between your legs like th...
>>4192705
(2/2)
... Oh. As his cock -- bigger than your boyfriend's, naturally; what a fucking tryhard -- slipped into your pussy for the first time, you suddenly had a better understanding of smarmlord's master plan. You didn't want to alert the BF to what was going on, and you also didn't want to give jerkface the satisfaction of knowing how good his tender stealth-lovemaking felt, so you gritted your teeth to muffle your soft, pleased grunts and groans, and you tried to keep your expression as neutral as possible in spite of your flushed cheeks. As he started to pick up the pace, his perfect dick bottoming out in your soaked sex again and again, you kept thinking that your boyfriend would HAVE to notice what was going on at some point -- but he didn't even look up from his PSP until you climaxed moments after Pink Rathian bit the dust.
"Get something good?" he asked, misinterpreting your moan as one of platonic excitement. "I just got a Rathian Ruby!"
"Eheheh... s-somethin' like that," you replied, breathlessly, squirming beneath the kotatsu as you felt your new lover coming inside of you. Figures! Someone like him WOULD go in bareback.
>>4192713
(1/3)
Your two best friends, Kiyomi and Hana, always talked about rumors and weird stuff whenever they stayed the night, but this time, you were starting to wonder if they'd totally lost it.
"No, for real!" exclaimed Kiyomi, "it's called the 'mating press'. Supposedly, the guy runs in and just forces your legs up like this--" which she demonstrated, raising her (fantastic) legs up so that her knees were on either side of her shoulders and her feet were pointing up...
"--and then they pin you down and fuck you like crazy!" finished Hana, who had also taken the time to demonstrate the position. "It's supposed to feel so good that it turns you into a total slut forever."
"You two are being totally ridiculous," you sighed, glancing at them both in turn. "You're telling me that random dudes are running up to prone women, lifting their legs up like this--" and you did, "--and then just raping them out of nowhere? Where did you read this garbage holy fuck it's real--!"
Your incredulity turned into total shock as three men the size of rugby players burst into your bedroom, knocking the door off its hinges. You, Hana, and Kiyomi hardly had time to do much more than scream as you were quickly divested of your clothes, pinned down, and then...!
>>4192715
(2/3)
"Ohhhhhh God," you groaned, your tongue lolling out onto your chin as one of the men's impossibly long, absurdly thick cocks was stuffed deep into your sex, driving the air from your lungs and sending waves of pleasure out from your core. "I-It's so gooood...!"
"Nnnghyesss, fuck me, big boy!" mewled Kiyomi, to your left, her gorgeous tits bouncing each time her assailant brought his body down on top of hers, fucking her deeper than he'd have been able to in any other position.
"Oh, noooo, I'm a fucking whore and I don't caaare~!" lamented Hana, though she didn't sound especially upset about her predicament. "Please please pleasepleaseplease don't stop!"
The men fucked the three of you all night, fucked you all until you lost consciousness -- and then they were gone when you woke up the next morning, though the incredible soreness and the cum glazing your and your friends' bodies attested to the fact that the previous night hadn't been a fit of mass hysteria or a strange, shared dream.
>>4192716
(3/3)
"... I can't believe it's real," you marveled.
"I TOLD you," said Kiyomi, indignantly. "NOW do you believe me about the mysterious man who appears and fucks your mouth if you say his name three times in a row?!"
"For fuck's sake, Kiyomi," you'd replied, "how many times have I told you that's not true? It doesn't matter how often I say 'Cockmongler' -- some guy isn't gonna show up and stuff his dick into my mouth. Cockmongler, Cockmongler, Cockmongler, Cockmmmph...!"
"Told ya," grumbled Kiyomi, as a silhouette blocked out the morning light and an enormous shaft was shoved past your lips...
"That should do it," you sighed, as finally leaned up from under the hood of your younger Brother's car. When you turned around you noticed he had his phone out and was holding it raised up at you. "What are you doing?"
"Just wanted to capture this moment, Sis," he smirked, adding "now hold it just like that."
*Click*
I dunno
>>4192818
You craved his cock for too long. Guy was a hot stud, playing in a local football team. You don't remember exactly how you ended up in an empty male locker room, but it doesn't really matter.
You got what you wanted. He fucked you, the hottest of all local cheerleaders, fiercely and hard. Just like you dreamed, you got to suck his thick, long, pulsating cock. You spent well over 30 minutes caressing his big head with your tongue, while your mind was going blank, and the only thing you thought of was your cumslut frenzy.
You didn't finish him off just by sucking his delicious, throbbing cock. After a while, you turned around, exposing your sexy ass.
"Fuck me right here" you moaned.
He did as you pleased. His stiff dick ravaged your wet pussy from behind. He couldn't last too long though, your blowjob skills were exquisite and you knew you left him at the edge.
"Cum on my ass and fill me with your seed!" you screamed.
Needless to say, you regretted that he didn't finish in your mouth. That thick load would surely look better on your face and it tasted great.
Just another day as monster breeding stock, taking a load deep.
>>4193102
When you and your husband -- a nice, if meek and mild-mannered man -- had first moved to the neighborhood, he'd frequently been away, busy working long hours to ingratiate himself with his new place of employment. As such, it had fallen to you, loyal housewife that you are, to say hello to all your new neighbors.
One in particular seemed to take an especially keen interest in you. Ever since you'd first brought a freshly-baked apple pie to his front door by way of greeting, he'd been chatting you up at every opportunity -- and even though he was kinda pudgy and at least ten years older than you, you couldn't help but bask in the attention. It was more than your husband was giving you, after all.
The affair had started innocently enough -- he'd asked to come over and borrow some ingredients for cooking dinner, and casual chatting had turned to flirting, which had turned to kissing, which had turned to groping, and sucking, and all manner of things that you'd neglected to tell hubby when he'd come home at eleven at night and asked how your day had been.
From then on, your neighbor couldn't keep his hands off you -- groping your lovely, heavy tits or smacking your perfect ass when your husband wasn't looking. He'd fuck you at every possible opportunity -- with your back against the garden fence in the midst of your yardwork; laying spread-eagled on the workbench in his toolshed; bent over the kitchen counter in the midst of one of his frequent "visits" to "chat." You'd never been so bold as to let him bone you while your husband was home, though... until tonight.
ooh thanks for replying to me story anon.. was my first attempt and it was pretty tame.
>>4193075
When your usual ride bailed last minute you figured you'd have to take the bus home again. You hate the bus. Fucking bus people.
So, it was mostly a blessing when a car pulled in front of the bench and honked twice at you - mostly.
Inside was an acquaintance of your boss, some guy who worked in hard labor whose name you forgot.
You were about to decline when you felt the first drop of rain. Wait in the rain for the bus? No way. So you got inside, against your better judgement.
The inside of the car smelled heavily of man-sweat, of a full day's worth of intensive lifting and pulling. You thought it would gross you out, but you were wrong. It crept in through your nose and suffocated all other thoughts and...
You're suddenly grasping with abandon to a pair of powerful arms for balance as you are bounced rapidly in the man's lap. The smell of him is even stronger this close, you can hardly think. But your body tells you what's happening is great. You love it.
Harder!
>>4193205
bondage preferred
Do your worst
>>4193865
You care greatly for your boyfriend, and finally decided to make love to him.
enjoy it
>>4192023
sauce?
i want to be dominated, preferably uncencored
(1/3
>>4194028
(2/3
>>4194029
(3/3
>>4194028
>>4194029
>>4194030
thanks~
>>4194019
bring it on
>>4192023
I like how she had her pinky up all fancy and shit.
>>4193875
kekek
>>4192715
>>4192716
10/10 story, m8. Any chance of a story based on pic related? An uppity rich girl getting fucked silly in a mating press would be wonderful.
As the new nurse on the floor you were forced to work night shifts. Due to your inexperience, you had to call the doctor for orders for a patient instead of handling it on your own.
Furious for waking him up at the middle of the night, he dragged you to the parking lot and handcuffed you to the railing.
"use your head you stupid slut" he screams as he strips you of your nursing uniform.
Too afraid of losing your job, you compliantly allowed him to place a collar on you and fuck you relentlessly out in the open.
"I guess nursing school failed to teach you about holistic care. So now you have to take care of your patients with your holes you whore." he says into your ear as he firmly slams his cock into your pussy.
After he cums inside you, he yanks on your collar and leash and leads you into the psych ward and leaves you handcuffed as a crowd of psychiatric patients slowly form around you clearly aroused.
Shoving you into the crowd, the doctor walks out. The air grows heavy as the tenting of their patient gowns grows. The patients grunt and drool as they stare ravenously at you.
Helpless to defend yourself, the psychotic patients rush you and proceeds to fuck you relentlessly with inhumane force. They continue to fuck you throughout the night until the next shift arrives.
Unable to tell you apart from the other patients because you were new. Your fellow staff believed you were a new admit patient being placed on a hold as you still had the handcuffs on. Nobody believed you when you said you were a nurse, thinking that you were lying just to try to get out of the ward. After placing you in your own room and put you in restraints on the co-ed floor, nobody cared or noticed as patients slyly snuck into your room.
Restrained and helpless, the other patients took turns fucking you endlessly. Maybe its not so bad? You thought to yourself as your mind slowly slips away, thinking only about how to please your fellow patients holistically.
>>4194505
You cant control your hips as you get pounded by the trainer who beat you. You fight your eyes from shutting as to not submit to him completely, but you and him both know this cock has enslaved you.
>>4194552
Here's a much better version of that image: http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2902761
i want to be samus aran
>>4190686
OMG THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT
>>4190686
>http://pastebin.com/1QxRRxGK
god damn, at some point you'd think she'd just kill the fucker
>>4194834
Who knows!?
>>4194834
"You flush again at his words, your shame utterly complete. You've become a complete whore and you know that you'll let him fuck you any way he pleases, bet or no bet. You're sure its just a matter of time before he makes you admit that too. You can't even look at the two of them right now."
Love is sweet
>>4194589
You win
>>4194352
Thanks Anon! And, sure.
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(1/2)
Even though the trial had been an exercise in humiliation, and the best lawyers money could buy hadn't been enough to get you off the hook, there was a certain relief in knowing that it was almost over. Finally, you could stop listening to all those self-righteous government attorneys yak about the importance of being a good citizen, chiding you for stashing away your trillions in offshore bank accounts, raking you over the coals for neglecting to pay your fair share. Now, all you had to do was sign some paperwork, write a check, and you could get back to your life of leisure and irresponsibility.
"Just sign here, ma'am," said the prosecutor -- a dark-skinned, heavyset man whose broad shoulders seemed to stretch the threads of his suit jacket to its limit, the buttons of his shirt threatening to pop off at any moment, "and we can get this nasty business over with, hmm?"
You imperiously skimmed the document over yourself -- you'd fired your lawyers when it became clear that you wouldn't be winning the trial -- and then tugged a (gorgeous) fountain pen from your (wickedly expensive) purse, scribbling your large, loopy signature onto the dotted line. "Are we done here?" you drawled, quirking a brow and staring at the prosecutor as icily as you could.
"We're just getting started," he replied, grinning broadly. "Didn't read the fine print, hmmm?"
You looked back down at the paper you'd signed, squinting in an effort to make out the tiny script at the very bottom of the page. "By signing this document, defendant consents to a violent sexual encounter with prosecutor..." You glanced up again at the prosecutor -- who had divested himself of his clothing while you were reading. He now stood quite naked before you, his enormous, veiny shaft dangling like a pendulum between his stocky legs.
Your cheeks flushed bright red. "T-There is no way," you began, your heart racing, "that this is legally bind--"
>>4194890
(2/2)
But then, suddenly, he was upon you, ripping your thousand-dollar outfit to shreds before pinning you on the ground, your legs stretched wide apart and wrapped around his middle. "Get OFF me, you pervert!" you screamed, slapping at his face and shoulders with your hands -- only for him to press your wrists to the floor, leaving you totally helpless. "When my father hears about this, he'll -- oooohhhhnooooooo~!"
The prosecutor had lined up his hips and then bucked them forward, bottoming out inside of you, and you could've sworn that his absurd cock was now pistoning directly into your womb with each of his thrusts. All thoughts of revenge -- really, any thoughts at all -- were quite suddenly shattered by the combination of intense pleasure and throbbing discomfort now spreading outward from your core. "G, Geddof meeee, you p, p, piiiiig...!" you moaned, but you were silenced once again as the man pressed his lips to yours, jamming his tongue roughly into your mouth, so that all you could do was groan into this sudden, deep kiss as you were violated.
By the time the prosecutor finally came, his hot, thick seed filling you up completely, you were incapable of doing much more than groaning and staring up at the office's ceiling fan. He pulled out, glazing your lovely tits and face with a few more ropes of baby batter, and then casually dressed himself. "You'd best tidy yourself up, ma'am," he said, as he headed for the door. "Wouldn't want you to be taken advantage of by anyone in your state. You know how shifty these legal types can be, after all."
* * *
"Ma'am, are you all right?" asked your valet as you emerged from the prosecutor's office half an hour later, adjusting your ruffled and torn clothes and wincing as you walked.
"Mmh. Been better," you grumbled. "The IRS sure does know how to fuck you over."
>>4194893
It is like someone out there in this world knows.. Baby batter is my favorite two words lol hmmmmmm
>>4194890
You have a gift for this, Anon. Most smut stories come off robotic, but I think the frantic tone of your stuff makes it work. Thanks for filling my request.
>>4194890
I agree with
>>4194903
You have a real talent for the raw and intense passion required for a truly enthralling sexual scenario to be imagined. The sheer comedic gumption is loolzy. But lest we forget some other authors of many stories we have here. I am truly inspired by so many of these stories that I feel I may be nearing a real breakthrough of some of my own doubts on these things and life in general. But I wish everyone here a great evening, and thank you all for the wonderful reads.
Waffles.
>>4194801
>>4193723
Why is this so hot?
>>4194937
That's also how you get banned for western.
>>4195349
(1/2)
You'd been watching him since he came in -- the guy at the party who seemed to be attracting all the attention. You supposed he was cute enough -- tousled blond hair, a great figure, well-dressed -- but that didn't explain why all the women in the house seemed to be flocking to him, flirting with him, giggling at his lame jokes.
You decided to investigate.
"... and the weirdest thing is, it totally worked," he was saying, in the midst of entertaining a seemingly-spellbound redhead with some story or another. "I hadn't studied for the test at all, but the TA handed it back with 'A+' written at the top -- and her phone number written on the back. And that was when I knew I had a gift."
"A gift, huh?" you cut in, sitting on the arm of the couch, one leg crossed over the other. "What kinda gift?"
"Mind control," he explained, looking you up and down with a grin -- you scowled. "I say it, people do it. Speaking of, wanna wiggle outta those jeans for me?"
"Yeah, right," you replied, standing up to leave, your hands moving automatically to your belt buckle and starting to unfasten your pants. "I'm a psych major, dude," you continued, hips swaying from side to side as you worked your pants down and off, stepping out of them and kicking them to one side, "and I hate to break it to you, but there's no way that stuff is real."
His stupid grin broadened, and he gestured with his hand, the girls on either side of him standing and walking away. "Yeah, you're probably right," he said, scooting from the couch onto the floor and starting to unbutton his own pants. "So I guess if I told you to come down here and gimmie a blowie, there's no way you'd do it, right?"
"I'm engaged, you pervert," you replied, venom in your tone, flashing your ring at him as you eased down onto your knees and leaned forward, perfect ass in the air. "There's no way I'd, mmmph...!"
>>4195373
(2/2)
You'd slipped his cock past your lips in midsentence, and now your head was bobbing up and down, over and over, little tingles of pleasure running down your spine, a reward for being a good girl and doing as you were told. "Attagirl," said your new master, running his fingers through your hair. "Keep it up -- just like that..."
You were so fixated on the task of pleasing your new man that you hardly even noticed as a familiar voice called out in the distance. "Babe, what the fuck are you doing?!" Glancing just slightly to your left, you caught sight of your fiancé running toward you, pain and anger in his expression. "Get the fuck away from my girl, you little shit--"
"Sleep," commanded your master, and your fiancé tumbled forward, smacking his head on a nearby coffee table as he instantly passed out.
You pulled back so that your lips were less than an inch away from your master's crown, your hazy mind still just slightly concerned for future hubby's welfare. "I, Is he gonna be okay...?" you asked, your hand stroking that wonderful cock as you spoke.
"He'll be fine," replied your new lover, pushing your head back down. "Sucky, sucky."
"Sucky, sucky..." you repeated, and then you parted your lips again, eager to obey.
>>4195432
>>4195460
>>4195301
In that case, I've got one. Pic related, preferably involving a slow, teasing build-up with plenty of focus on how embarrassing this is for the girl, and how she's being put on display. I'd like for this girl to be a captured princess, but the rest is your call.
>>4194920
Cause humiliation is great
>>4195375
Shit, this is real good.
>>4195991
Usually you are against adding anything to your tea as it dilutes the flavor, though you're willing to make an exception in this case.
>>4195605
Sorry for the delay! Wound up being bigger than I anticipated. Here's Part 1. Part 2 coming... soon?
===
(1/3)
It seemed to you, in hindsight, that no amount of royal guardsmen would have been able to deter the enemy nation's kidnapping attempt. You were only able to watch helplessly as your kingdom's most skilled swordsmen were slashed to ribbons by the invading force. Sure that the enemy soldiers were, in fact, assassins, you had closed your eyes and bared your throat, hoping for a swift death -- but instead, a vial had been forced between your lips, its sickly-sweet contents causing you to pass out seconds after they hit your tongue.
You awoke on what you assumed was the next day, though the dark, windowless room you'd been placed in made it impossible to tell how much time had actually passed. You rolled over onto your side and, shivering slightly, reached down to adjust your clothes to cover more of your body -- only to realize that your clothing had been removed entirely! Your dress, your corset, even your smallclothes -- they were all gone, leaving your lovely, slender frame totally exposed. It was as you were walking (unsteadily, thanks to the lingering effects of the sleeping draught) toward a nearby torch for warmth, your long, aquamarine hair draped over your shoulders and chest in a feeble attempt to preserve your modesty, that the door to your cell slowly opened and a man stepped in.
"Good morning, Princess," he said, his polished boots clacking softly on the floor with each step toward you. He was attractive, in a rugged sort of way -- shoulder-length hair, a face that looked as if it had been carved from granite, and a toned physique that was evident even beneath his black doublet -- but this didn't make him any less imposing, and you found yourself shrinking back from him, away from the light. "Now, now," he cooed, grinning lecherously, "there's no need to be modest. I assure you, a woman's body isn't anything I haven't seen before."
>>4196905
(2/3)
Your cheeks flushed. "What do you want?" you asked, your hands moving to cover yourself as best you could: one arm draped across your breasts, the other reaching down to cup between your legs. "Ransom? My father will pay any sum you want, if you'd only speak to him."
The man chuckled darkly; he stepped closer as you continued to retreat until he'd backed you into a corner, looming over you like an apex predator sizing up its helpless prey. "I'm afraid you're much more valuable to us than any ransom we could request," he explained, and then you gasped as he grasped your wrist and pulled it away from your chest, his other hand surging forward to cup one of your lovely, perky tits.
"How dare you?!" you exclaimed, incensed, and you instinctively readied your other hand to slap him across the face -- but, anticipating this, he gathered both of your wrists up in his firm grip, holding your arms over your head so that he could grope you freely.
"You see, Princess," he continued, as though there'd been no interruption, "you're going to be our golden goose."
"What are you ta, aaahh... taaalking about...?" you gasped, twisting uselessly in an effort to free yourself from his grip as his wandering fingers pinched at one of your erect nipples.
"Propaganda, my dear," he explained, "can be a powerful tool -- far more powerful than even the most well-trained and highly-disciplined army. And when the soldiers of your kingdom discover that their princess is a disloyal slut--" and here he rolled your nipple with his thumb, causing you to moan and arch your back in spite of yourself, "--it will break them entirely, better than even the most devastating victory in battle ever could."
>>4196906
(3/3)
"I-I will never," you huffed, lip quivering, "allow myself to be used for such a purpose...!" But at that moment, you were embarrassed to realize that the hand cupping your sex had grown sticky with your passion. How was it that this man had affected you so, and against your will at that?
"I'm sure that with enough time to think, you'll come around," replied your captor, and as he released you, you sank down to the floor, your body shaking. "Reflect on your position, Princess," he added, as he turned on his heel and walked out of the cell. "Whether your conversion is pleasant or unpleasant is entirely up to you."
As the door shut behind the man, the hand between your legs began to rub. You were just relieving some tension, you told yourself. It wasn't like you'd enjoyed anything that had just happened...
(To be continued!)
>>4196905
Very nice! I can't wait to see what you do with part 2.
>>4197014
*ban for non hentai*
It's been a few weeks since your new roommate arrived, and after some playful teasing and flirting, you finally took the opportunity to kiss him full on the lips, pressing your tongues into each other's mouths as you both acknowledged your feelings for one another. As he tore your pants off, your own fingers crept down, digging in and pulling out his throbbing member, it didn't take long for your mouth to travel down and envelop his hot, yummy dick, your tongue swirling up and down his length, drawing out his cute little moans
>>4196908
>>4197005
Part 2!
===
(1/3)
It was at least another day, you thought, before the man came back. In the interim, you'd been fed twice – nothing even approaching the quality of the meals you'd have had back home, of course, but the food was serviceable – and then you'd been bathed. While you hadn't expected the opportunity to take a bath at all, you had also hoped that yours wouldn't be quite so … shameful.
You were used to taking baths in a luxurious claw-foot tub, with female servants attending to your every whim throughout. This time, however, it was two men who led you, a hand on each of your shoulders, out of your cell and down a long, dark hallway. They didn't afford you the chance to dress yourself beforehand; as such, your body was totally exposed to the gazes of lecherous guards and desperate fellow prisoners. By the time you reached the room where you were to be washed, your cheeks and neck were flushed bright red.
“'Ere you are, Princess,” said one of your attendants, flashing you a grin that revealed several missing teeth, before nudging you toward the room's center. “A nice wash-up for a pretty lady, eh?”
The first thing you noticed about the room was that it didn't actually seem to contain a bathtub at all, claw-foot or otherwise. It was only about as large as your cell, and totally empty save for the torches on the walls and a drain in the center. Just before you could voice your concerns to your captives, however – perhaps they'd simply brought you to the wrong room – you instead gasped and shrieked as a sudden spray of ice-cold water splashed against your bare skin: the other man had begun to spray you with a hose.
>>4198004
(2/3)
“'Pologies, Ma'am,” said the guard with poor dental habits, smirking knowingly at your now-rigid nipples. “Water takes a bit'o time to warm up, s'all.” He stepped forward, not seeming to care if he was drenched, himself, and fished a vial out of his pockets, pouring an amber goo onto his hand before using it to lather your hair.
The water did actually start to heat after a little while, though, and the man was being surprisingly gentle with your hair – taking great care to wash and rinse it without tugging too hard – and the shampoo he was using was wonderful; in fact, the more you breathed in its intoxicating, tropical aroma, the more pleasant you found your situation. No-Teeth said something about an afro and a dizzy yak, whatever that was, but you weren't really paying attention – you were far too busy purring like a kitten and leaning back into the man's gentle hands, a complacent smile on your face.
You were so complacent that when the man's hands began to wander from your soapy hair to the rest of your body, you didn't even put up a fight! You were vaguely aware of more people entering the room, jeering as your breasts were fondled and your sex was teased, but it all felt so wonderful, and that soap smelled so delightful, that it was all you could do to keep from coming right then and there…
>>4198005
(3/3)
… and then, as your hair was rinsed, the effects of the shampoo began to fade. You gasped and looked around, suddenly hyper-aware of just how many guards and servants had filed in to watch – and then you twisted away from Rot-Mouth, shrieking in mortification as you ran down the hallway and toward your room as quickly as your water-slick legs could carry you.
It was in this state – soaked, shivering, and utterly humiliated – that your captor found you; he had a towel draped over one arm and a broad grin on his face. “Enjoy your shower, Princess?” he asked, and you didn't even bother to try and get away as he approached, beginning to dry your hair and body with a surprising delicacy and tenderness. “That shampoo is a product of your country, you know. It's sold to bawdry-houses and slave-keepers to ensure that their whores will do anything that's asked of them.”
You gasped indignantly, turning your head to scowl at the man. “My father would never allow –“
“Your father,” he cut in, easing onto one knee to towel off your long, slender legs, “uses it on his concubines. Why do you think they always seem so delighted to spend hours in the bedchamber of a fat, old man like him?"
You spent the rest of your captor's visit staring silently forward, mulling this information over. If your father, the king, had kept something like this from you, what other secrets was he keeping? “Perhaps we can discuss more of your kingdom's secrets the next time I come to check in on you,” said the man, getting to his feet and heading for the door. “Until then, Princess.”
===
This is becoming quite a project.
>>4198006
I am both interested in the plot and I have a boner. Well done.
>>4198006
OR here. This is way more than I anticipated, and part of me feels bad that this is tuning into such a big project for you, but the rest of me is loving where this is going. The princess' embarrassment is absolutely amazing.
>>4197427
>>4198006
Is great. Keep it on.
I'm not so sure anymore, do we want to fuck a girl roughly or be the girl and get fuck roughly?
>>4197103
been here since 06 friend, glad that was ban worthy
>>4198252
Yes
>>4198550
>>4198019
>>4198038
>>4198195
>>4198004
Part 3!
===
(1/3)
Weeks passed (or, at least, it felt like weeks passed – you really didn't have an accurate way to keep time, as you hadn't seen the sun since you were captured), and a routine was established over time. You were fed three times a day and bathed once a day, in the mornings. Your behavior seemed to regulate the treatment you received. If you were sullen, moody, or hostile toward your caregivers, they would find ways to get revenge: your cot would be taken away, forcing you to sleep on the cold, hard floor; or one of your meals would be skipped, leaving you starved for hours.
Conversely, as your will to resist began to erode, your growing cooperation was rewarded. The guardsmen (Bad-Teeth seemed to be just one of a rotating set of dozens of “caregivers”, thank goodness) had continued to shampoo your hair with that strange, mood-altering substance each time they washed you, and at first you'd fought against it, screaming all the way down the hall, slapping at their arms, trying to run away – but the men were inevitably stronger than you, and determined to do their duty even if it took hours. Soon, you stopped fighting it altogether, even though you hated the pleasure-addled sex-kitten it made you become, and after a few days of more cooperative bathing, you returned to your room to find that your cot had been replaced with a real bed, with sheets and a comforter and everything, and that your post-shower breakfast was of higher quality than usual – eggs and toast instead of the usual, flavorless porridge.
It was after a few days of this that your captor came to visit you again. Though you now had a sheet with which you could've covered yourself to preserve what little modesty you had left, you didn't bother; after all, your body wasn't anything he hadn't seen (and touched) before.
>>4198906
(2/3)
“My progress?” you replied, turning your head to the side to avoid meeting his gaze. “I-I'm not sure what you mean.”
The man placed his hand on your shoulder. Weeks ago, you'd have tried to jerk away from him, or maybe even slapped him, for daring to touch you without permission. Today, you didn't even flinch. “I think you know precisely what I mean, Princess,” he replied, softly, “And as delighted as I've been to hear from your caregivers that you're beginning to come around to your new way of life, I'm afraid that mere complacency isn't all we're looking to engender in you.”
As you listened to the man speak, it felt as if your heart were shrinking – these were not the words of someone who was especially stressed about keeping you captive. Perhaps it really was true that no one was coming for you – that you'd be stuck here forever, a helpless plaything stripped of her crown and her dignity?
“We also,” he continued, and he sat down next to you on the bed, the box-springs of your mattress creaking softly under his weight, “hope to foster in you a sense of loyalty to our nation.”
“Loyalty?” you spat, so incensed by his comment that you almost didn't notice as his hands shifted low to grip your waist. “Why in heaven's name would I be loyal to a group of marauding thugs with no common decency – yeep!”
It was when your captor lifted you up and placed you on his lap that you finally began paying attention to his actions. “I am a very fair man, Princess,” he murmured, grasping your wrists, tugging them behind your back, and beginning to tie them together with some sort of soft, silky rope. “I shall not ask for your loyalty without offering you something in return. A trade.”
>>4198907
(3/3)
“T, There is nothing you could possibly offer me,” you muttered, squirming feebly as your arms, too, were bound together, “that would make me feel the slightest bit loyal toward you, or anyone from your nation of uncultured warmongers...”
As your jailer began to wind the rope around your body, artfully binding your torso and breasts with the sort of rope-work you'd only ever seen in ancient, lewd paintings – your father was something of a collector of such paintings – you realized that you weren't being tied up with a rope at all: it was your own hair, which you'd been growing all your life to the point that, unstyled, it was long enough to reach the floor. Somehow, this was worse than being naked – you were even more pitiful than usual now that you were unable to use your arms, and the way in which you'd been bound drew attention to all the parts of your body that you'd ordinarily keep covered – your peach-sized breasts; your taut tummy; your wide hips and delightful bottom. You were quite sure that you'd never been in a more humiliating “outfit” – if you could call it that – in your life.
“On the contrary,” said the man, as he completed his act of bondage by passing a rope of your hair between your legs and tying it to your wrists, so that the slightest movement of your arms caused your soft, smooth locks to whisper against your sex, “I can trade you many things that I think you'd enjoy a good deal.”
“… Like what…?” you finally asked, meekly, your curiosity winning out over your shame.
“The truth about the kingdom from which you hail,” he explained – and then he picked you up once again, depositing you on your bed before getting to his feet and heading for the door. “But that will have to wait until my next visit, I'm afraid. Be a good girl while I'm gone.”
“Aren't you going to untie me?!” you exclaimed – but the door had already shut behind him.
===
Part 4 coming soon!
>>4198907
Whoops, I skipped a bit by mistake. It was supposed to be --
===
“Princess,” he said, warmly, leaning against the wall by your bed and looking you up and down, shamelessly. “I've been delighted to hear about your progress.”
“My progress?” you replied, turning your head to the side to avoid meeting his gaze. “I-I'm not sure what you mean.”
>>4198909
Keep going, man. I can't wait to see where this goes.
>>4199122
and your bellyaching belongs in >>>/trash/
>>4199734
>Implying what I'm saying isn't true.
Fine, continue wishing you were a girl i guess.
>>4200044
who would have thought a simple sparing match would result in you getting fucked
>>4198911
>>4199089
Part 4!
===
(1/4)
“Wake up, Princess,” said a voice. “We're going for a ride.”
You groaned softly and sat up, trying to reach up and rub the sleep from your eyes – but your wrists were still bound from earlier. You blinked a few times, shook your head, and then sat up, the room around you – and your captor, standing over you – coming into focus.
“A ride? To w, wh, wheeeere…?” you yawned, your words coming sluggishly – what time was it, anyhow?
“It's time for me to live up to my half of our trade,” he murmured, cryptically. “Come along.” The man grasped your shoulder, helping you ease onto your feet, and then reached into his pocket, tugging out a collar and leash which he fastened around your neck.
You quirked a brow. “Is that really necessary?”
“No,” he replied, cheerfully, and then he tugged at the lead, causing you to stumble forward. “Now, off we trot, there's a good girl.”
He led you through the familiar dungeon hallway you'd passed through so many times on your way to the shower – but this time, he took you past that room and further along than you'd ever been before. After several dizzying twists and turns (you weren't sure you'd be able to repeat the journey, if a chance to escape ever arose), you both passed through a pair of double-doors – and for the first time in weeks (months?), you felt a cool breeze against your bare skin: you were outside.
>>4200537
(2/4)
It was nighttime (and a new moon, at that), so you weren't able to do much in the way of getting your bearings, but you could tell from the dry, red clay soil you were standing on that you were in enemy territory – you'd seen soldiers from your army come home from battle caked in the stuff. “This way,” said your captor, and your leash was gently yanked again, compelling you to follow him toward a horse-drawn carriage.
The inside of the carriage was the nicest place you'd been in ages – soft, cushioned seats, carpeted flooring. It almost made you feel like a princess again, though your nudity and the fact that you were restrained by your own hair did ruin the fantasy a bit. Your captor came in and sat next to you moments later; he knocked against the carriage's ceiling a couple of times, and then it began to move.
“Where are we going?” you asked again – though the carriage had windows, it was still dark enough that you couldn't keep track of where you were headed at all. “And what time is it?”
Naturally, the man ignored your questions. “Coming from such a privileged position,” he began, wrapping your leash around his wrist before shifting his hands down to begin unfastening his pants – you blushed, “I'm sure you're used to getting whatever you'd like without much effort. A wave of the hand, a snap of the fingers – and it's done, hmm? From now on, it's going to be different.”
>>4200538
(3/4)
“I-I don't know what you mean,” you stammered, glancing away – but the man tugged at your lead so that you were forced to watch as he tugged his length from his pants. It was the first real one you'd seen, and though you had an idea of what to expect from portraits and sculptures, this one seemed so much bigger.
“I think you do,” he replied, and he yanked at your leash again, forcing you onto your knees in front of him. “We're trading, remember? I'm showing you a secret your father's kept from you, and in exchange...”
“W-What are you doing – mmmph…!” But your protest was cut off as the man grasped the top of your head and pushed down, forcing his shaft past your lips and deep into your mouth.
“… in exchange,” he continued, as if you'd not spoken, “you're going to start learning some skills you'll need, if you're to be a permanent guest of our nation.”
Using your hair to guide you, the man moved your head up and down, over and over, his cock pushing into your mouth and rubbing against your tongue again and again. Though he kept you going for several minutes at least, it never got any less humiliating – you'd never had to kneel before anyone in your life, let alone service them like a common whore. And he kept encouraging you, calling you a “good girl” – which, while mortifying in its own right, also sent a little thrill down your spine.
“You'd best, mm, swallow what's about to come,” he grunted, and then he pressed your head down as far as it could go, your forehead pressed to his stomach. “Wouldn't want you to get messy.”
And then you yelped softly as heat poured into your mouth and down your throat. You couldn't help shuddering at the taste – creamy and salty wasn't a texture/flavor combination you were used to – but you drank it all down anyway, so as not to wind up covered in it.
>>4200539
(4/4)
“Mmm … not bad for your first time.” Your captor patted your head, rather like a hunter might do to his obedient dog, and then pulled you back so that he could tuck his dick back into his pants. “Ah – here we are.”
After the man had straightened his clothes, he led you outside – and you gasped, the humiliating treatment you'd endured suddenly wiped from your mind by the sight before you.
You were looking at a village – or, what was once a village. The homes had been burned to the ground, the fields torn up and salted so as to render them permanently barren – and the former inhabitants of those homes and the workers of those fields now lay in a pile at the town's center, all of them slain: men, women, and children.
“Your kingdom often speaks of honor in combat and respect for the deceased,” said your captor; you looked up at him, and saw that his usually-calm face was a mask of anguish. “But now you'll know forever that this is how they fight their wars.”
Tears streaming down your face, you tried to turn away – but he forced you to look, and you were sure that the image would be forever seared into your mind.
>>4200423
What
>>4200434
Tied-up, choke-fuck, double penetration. Too hot.
>>4200538
>restrained by your own hair
Fuck that is hot.
You're so lucky to have such supportive friends.
>>4200539
Christ, I love this part so much. I hope you're writing more.
>>4201280
Oh no anon, your country was invaded! Have fun being a spoil of war~
something involving lots of male fluids pls
>>4200540
>>4200776
>>4201139
Part 5!
===
(1/4)
After that first, harrowing trip, you and your captor fell into something of a routine. He would rouse you, always in the middle of the night, and take you to site after site of atrocities perpetrated by your kingdom – razed cities, desecrated religious monuments, once-beautiful forests burned to the ground. Each time, he exacted a toll from you for doing you such a “favor”, which usually entailed you making use of your mouth for him, though sometimes, he would tug you onto his lap and please you instead, his hands roaming freely over your body, fingers slipping between your legs. At first, you tried to at least feign disgust or disinterest, but, frankly, he was very good, and it felt so much better when you didn't struggle.
“W, Where are we, aah, goooing this time…?” you moaned during one such journey, hips jerking forward as your captor found your g-spot with his rough fingertips, his thumb already in the midst of rubbing circles around your swollen button. Normally, you wouldn't bother asking – especially when his ministrations felt this good – but this trip seemed somehow different from the ones you'd been taking recently. It was daytime, for one thing, the midday sun shining down on the dusty road your carriage was navigating – and your captor, who usually made these journeys well-armed and ruggedly clad, was today dressed in more casual wear: a tunic, breeches, and a pair of knee-high boots, his auburn hair drawn back into a short ponytail. You'd never have admitted it to him, but it made him look quite fetching.
You, of course, were naked. Your captor had at least done you the courtesy of untying your hair-knots, allowing you a freedom of movement you hadn't been afforded in at least a month outside of shower-time – but you found it almost more embarrassing than liberating: he'd only unbound you because he knew you were domesticated enough to not attempt an escape, and you knew it, too.
>>4201825
(2/4)
To your great surprise, the man actually answered your question this time. “Up until now, Princess, your capture has been a great secret to our people, hence the prison cell and the nighttime outings. But that changes today – we're on our way to your new accommodations.” He paused to kiss your shoulder, letting his lips trail their way up your neck; you whimpered softly and squirmed in his embrace, just resisting the urge to turn your head and press your mouth to his – just because he made you feel good didn't mean you had to be physically affectionate in turn, after all!
But then, he continued, his breath hot against your ear: “You'll be living at my private residence, Princess.”
On hearing this news, mixed emotions flooded your mind: on the one hand, the prospect of once again living in an actual house with proper beds and furniture was quite thrilling, after however long you'd spent locked up like a common criminal; on the other, you were certain that there was more to this change than what your captor was telling you. However, these thoughts – and, really, all thoughts – were quickly driven from your mind, however, as your lover began teasing and rubbing you more vigorously, clearly intending to make you come.
It didn't take long – you cried out, head lolling back on the man's shoulder, inner muscles tensing as a delightful orgasm sent pleasure out from your core to the very tips of your fingers and toes. It took at least a few minutes for you to recover, your deep, ragged breaths causing your chest to rise and fall dramatically.
“Sorry to rush things, my dear,” purred your captor, raising the fingers of his right hand to your lips, silently enticing you to lick them clean – you obliged, cheeks burning with a scarlet flush – while his other hand moved to towel off your soaked thighs. “I wanted to finish before we arrived.”
>>4201830
(3/4)
“Arrived where…?” you breathed, once his fingers slipped free from your mouth.
The man grinned, reaching up to turn your head to the side, so that you were looking out the window. “See for yourself.”
You gasped, eyes going wide. You were passing through what could only be described as a promenade – the most exotic one you'd ever seen. The carriage's wooden wheels creaked softly as they rolled along a wide, cobblestone pathway lined on either side with trees you'd never seen the likes of before: tall and straight, with frond-like leaves and large, heavy-looking fruits toward the top, so different from the stocky, pink-leaved cherry trees of your native land. The promenade ran alongside a wide, lush river rife with vegetation and banked on either end with dark, silted soil, near which dozens of laborers were working – washing clothes, catching fish (with a spear instead of a pole – something else you'd never seen before), and using strange sifters to suss out precious stones and base metals buried in the mud.
And then, as the carriage passed, all those people began to bow low, their foreheads almost touching the ground. You blinked – were they bowing to you?
“Here we are,” he said, grinning broadly as the carriage finally came to a stop in front of more prostrated commoners. “I have a surprise prepared for you that I think you'll enjoy a good deal. Come along.”
>>4201833
(4/4)
You didn't need a leash for guidance anymore – you simply stepped out of the carriage and onto the cobblestones, doing your best to cover your unmentionables with your hands – after all, your captor had seen you naked loads of times, but these people hadn't.
And then, you gasped again.
You'd been expecting the carriage to pull up in front of a home suitable for a man of high military rank – perhaps a plantation or a large townhouse. Instead, you stood before something you'd seen before in the history books you'd studied from as a child: the palace of the enemy nation. It was enormous and very elaborate, with stone carvings and sculptures of what you could only assume were gods and mythological beasts adorning the walls and domed towers.
It wasn't long before a sudden exclamation caused you to turn your attention from the highest points of the palace to the pathway to its front doors, however: “Ah – my liege! Welcome back. I trust your journey was a pleasant one?”
It was some sort of vizier or valet that was speaking … and he was addressing your captor.
“Indeed it was,” he said, curtly. “Please have the staff draw a bath and prepare a hot meal. I'm sure my guest must be weary after her ordeal.” And then, he turned to you, a smug smirk on his handsome face.
“As you may have guessed, Princess, I am Prince Amir, ruler of the nation with which yours has been warring since before either of us were born.” He took your hand, bowing low enough to kiss it. “It's nice to formally make your acquaintance.”
===
Things are getting interesting!
>>4201835
>Things are getting interesting!
damn yes they are!
>>4201835
>>4202003
Part 6!
===
(1/5)
Though your new life as a “guest” of Prince Amir was much closer to how you'd lived prior to your capture, there were still some stark differences.
For instance, you still hadn't worn a single article of clothing since your capture. All the handmaidens who attended to you were fully-dressed in silken robes, and yet your own closet was totally barren. In your old life, you'd never been naked outside of your bedchambers or bathroom before – but here, you'd actually gotten used to baring your body at all hours of the day, to the point where you didn't even bother covering yourself in the presence of newcomers – though the occasional lecherous glance would still make you blush.
You also didn't have quite the same freedom of movement as you had before your imprisonment. You were not allowed to roam the halls of the palace at will – for the most part, you were confined to your room, though it was at least much nicer and more spacious than your cell had been. When you were able to leave, it was always in the company of Prince Amir, and you usually didn't go much further than the dining room, where you'd join him for lunch or dinner, or the throne room, where, to your great mortification, he would play with your body while he sat through advisory meetings or entertained foreign dignitaries.
>>4202347
(2/5)
Perhaps the most jarring change, however, was that you hadn't gotten anywhere near as much intimate, physical affection as you did now. And not just from the prince, though there was plenty of that, too; when he wasn't out dealing with matters of the state, he was in your bedchambers, either compelling you to pleasure him, or, if he was feeling generous, pleasuring you instead. You also got plenty of attention from the handmaidens, though it was all fairly platonic – aside from helping you wash yourself, and in a much gentler and less invasive way than the prison guards had done, they also gave the most delightful massages, using scented oils and exotic techniques you'd never experienced back home.
It was evening, the light of the setting sun filtering in through your bedroom's tall windows (it was so lovely to live in a place that had windows!), and you were in the midst of just such a massage, laying on your stomach with your head turned to one side and your eyes closed. Two of the handmaidens had just finished rubbing wonderful, rose-scented oils onto your soft skin, working their way slowly from the back of your neck down to your ankles. You'd very nearly drifted off to sleep when one of them gently grasped your shoulder. “If it pleases you, honored guest, we invite you to turn over so that the massage may continue,” she murmured, and you lazily obliged, your smooth back and perky bottom now pressed against the cool, soft sheets.
Eyes still closed, you purred softly as your attendants' soft hands began to rub along your front – but, after a time, the massage started to become rather more intimate than you were used to. When one of the handmaidens first brushed her fingers against your nipple, you assumed it was accidental – but then, as both were repeatedly stimulated, thumb-tips rolling those stiff nubs in slow, luxurious circles, your eyelids fluttered open.
>>4202350
(3/5)
“W, What are you...” you began, but you trailed off in midsentence, your half-hearted protest faltering somewhere between your tongue and your lips as the other attendant began to boldly slip her fingers between your legs, slick digits first merely rubbing, but soon easing past your petals and into your sex, thrusting languidly.
“Shh,” replied the woman stimulating your breasts, and, to your great embarrassment, she eased two of her own fingers into your mouth, rather like how a mother might pacify her newborn. “Our honored guest ought not to worry about our actions; instead, she ought to reflect on that for which we are preparing her.”
You tried to say something like, “What is it that you're supposed to be preparing me for?”, but what came out instead was an incoherent groan thanks to the combination of the sweet, oily fingers in your mouth and the growing pleasure of being so expertly teased by the two women.
All the same, the more talkative handmaiden seemed to understand the gist of what you'd been attempting to ask. “For the wedding, of course,” she explained. “Our master, Prince Amir, praise be upon him, seeks to consummate his marriage to you this evening.”
“Mmf… M, Mawwiage?!” you exclaimed, and then you finally managed to push the fingers from your mouth with your tongue and sit up, closing your legs to prevent the other woman from distracting you with more fingering. “I-I'm not marrying…!”
>>4202352
(4/5)
As Prince Amir entered your bedchambers, you realized that this was the first time you'd ever seen him completely undressed. Though much of your thoughts were preoccupied with concern about what the political ramifications of this 'marriage' could be, the rest of them were concerned with just how fetching the prince looked without any clothes on – his body was as close to perfection as anything you'd ever seen in your life. “Good,” he said, taking a few steps forward, shaft already stiffening in anticipation. “I see you've been prepared.”
“I have reluctantly allowed you to take extraordinary liberties with my personal freedoms,” you began, trying to squirm back along the bed and away from the prince – but the handmaidens had grasped your forearms, and it was proving difficult to extricate yourself from their grip, “but there is no way I will be marrying you! I...”
You left your sentence unfinished once more, however, as a small crowd began to file into the room – it seemed a much smaller place with all of them there! “On the contrary, Princess,” replied Prince Amir, “you will absolutely be wedding me this evening – and these shall be our witnesses.” The people lined up on the left and right sides of your bed – men and women of all stages of adulthood, all of them dressed in the fineries of their respective nations, though none of them represented your own. “Are you ready?”
You tried to tell the prince that you were most certainly not ready, that this charade must be called off at once, that you'd rather be locked in that dungeon for the rest of your life than be the bride of your sworn enemy – but you found yourself instead meekly opening your legs, your cheeks scarlet. Even if this weren't an inevitability, you weren't sure that you would rather spend the rest of your days rotting away in a cell. You'd been treated well since you arrived at the palace, after all, and…
>>4202353
(5/5 -- just kidding, one more!)
Your thoughts were interrupted as Amir grasped your legs and tugged you toward the edge of the bed until your bottom smacked lightly against his hips, his shaft resting on your mons and belly. “I'd tell you that it'll all be over soon,” he murmured, winking slyly down at you, “but they call me 'Amir the Tireless' for a reason.”
And then he brought his hips back, lining his crown up against your honeypot – and shifted them forward, the oils and the warm-up the handmaidens had given you allowing him to bottom out inside of you without prelude. For a brief moment, you considered that having your virginity taken didn't make you feel as different as you'd expected – you even got to avoid the worst of it, as your hymen had been broken years ago during horse-riding lessons – but then Amir began to thrust, and this more philosophical line of thought faltered in the face of heat and desire.
The handmaidens released your arms once Amir had established a rhythm, and your hands moved to grasp the bedsheets, toes curling as the prince – now your husband, you supposed – thrust in more deeply than his fingers or yours had ever had occasion to travel. You initially tried to stifle your moans, feeling as though you ought to at least try and maintain a façade of dignity in front of so many regal observers – but then Amir bent over you, your legs hooked over his shoulders, and started fucking you so roughly and rapidly that you couldn't help but moan, loudly, moving one of your hands to cover your mouth in a feeble attempt to make it sound a little less, well, slutty.
>>4202354
(6/5)
Perhaps it was simply the very public way in which you were being deflowered, but Amir really did seem to last for quite a long time, making you climax so many times with his enthusiastic lovemaking that you stopped keeping track altogether – but then, he bucked his hips forward and held them there, and you felt liquid heat pouring into your inner passage. The prince pulled himself free, and then an older man who you assumed was some sort of doctor stepped forward, peering down at your slit in a distinctly clinical way that was somehow all the more humiliating.
Once he'd finished his examination, he stepped back – and then bowed low until he was on his knees, his hands and forehead pressed to the carpet. With an almost religious reverence, he announced, “God save the Queen!”, and the others in attendance followed suit.
Altogether, you thought, still panting for breath, you'd had very different expectations about your coronation prior to your capture.
>>4202355
Maybe you should put this on a pastebin like anon-story. Great work by the way.
Speaking of anon-story, any new on him ? Or a possible continuation of butt-slut adventures ?
>>4202399
I have it saved as a .doc and will be uploading it to Pastebin or something similar once it is complete for sure.
>>4202401
They're absolutely fantastic anon.
Please continue!
>>4202402
Thank you!
I am in the midst of writing part 7 now. Look for it later today or tomorrow morning!
Enjoy.
>>4202583
>>4202355
>>4202399
Part 7!
===
(1/7)
You had expected that, at the very least, your humiliating “coronation” would've afforded you some sort of new status and prestige – perhaps you'd be allowed to leave your room of your own will and volition, for instance, or you'd be presented with actual clothing to wear – but it was not to be.
As it turned out, you were not just the “Queen” of the enemy nation, but – the thought of this being your official title forever made you want to hide beneath your bed until you died – the “Whore-Queen”. The day after your marriage to Prince – now King – Amir, your breakfast had been brought to your room along with a broadsheet featuring the headline, “New Whore-Queen Crowned; His Highness King Amir Ascends to Throne,” along with a full-page, exquisitely-detailed portrait of you and your new husband mid-coitus and an article detailing your capture, training, and conversion. You'd been so utterly disgraced that you didn't even finish your toast.
As Whore-Queen, your duties seemed to consist entirely of being frequently ravaged by King Amir – who, now that your virginity had been taken, seemed to have absolutely no compunctions about screwing you anywhere and everywhere. You bounced on his lap, moaning shamelessly, as he sat through meetings with lewdly-leering advisers; you bent over his desk in his study, spreading your legs for him as he thumbed through reports from the war front laid out on your bare back; and, of course, you sat astride him, legs squeezing his hips, and rode him through several climaxes every evening before bed. “The Tireless” was truly an apt styling for Amir – he'd been ploughing you at least thrice daily every day since your union had been consummated, and you thought it somewhat astonishing that you hadn't yet become pregnant with an heir.
>>4202969
(2/7)
It wasn't long after your deflowering that news got back to your country – former country, or perhaps merely your place of birth? – of your fate. Amir was always keen to inform you of gains his army had made – usually in the midst of enthusiastically making love to you – and things were not going well for your father's kingdom. It seemed that your ascension had had the intended effect on the morale of your father's soldiers: Amir's army won battle after battle, capturing first outposts and settlements, but then towns and cities, his troops slaying the men who resisted and recruiting those who were willing to betray their allegiances – and taking the women as their “brides”, of course.
One day, months after you'd been crowned Whore-Queen, King Amir entered your quarters clad in his traveling clothes – and looking fetching as always. “Good morning, my darling wife,” he murmured, looking you up and down and smiling. “We're to go on a bit of a journey today.”
“A journey?” you asked, sitting up a little straighter in your bed. “To where…?”
Amir moved to your side, grasped you around the middle, and then you squeaked a bit as you were lifted effortlessly over his shoulder and carried out of your bedchambers and down the hall. There was a certain pep to his step – you could tell that he was very happy about something. “Your father's kingdom is in shambles,” he explained. “He's holed up along with his personal guard in the capital, which we've been siegeing for days.”
Amir had made it outside of the palace by now, his riding boots clacking softly on the cobblestones as he approached his carriage, and then he set you inside before climbing in himself. “My father is defeated?” you asked, stunned in spite of having been briefed on how well Amir's forces were doing.
>>4202971
(3/7)
“Very nearly,” replied Amir, as the carriage began to move forward – this time, you noticed, you were not journeying alone; a company of guardsmen rode on either side of you, their armor gleaming in the rising sun, polearms strapped to their backs and chakrani hanging from their belts. “He just needs a little nudge before he'll be willing to admit defeat – and you're going to be that nudge.”
The thought of convincing your father to surrender to his sworn enemy made your stomach turn. “… Husband,” you began, doing your best to sound sweet and affectionate, “surely there must be some other way? My father is not an entirely unreasonable man...”
Amir grunted softly in displeasure, taking you by your hips once again and laying you out so that you were face-down, your middle resting on his lap and your bottom raised into the air. “Your father,” he began, in a measured tone that didn't entirely disguise his anger, “is a war criminal. Under his authority, his soldiers have murdered children, defaced monuments to our gods, and rendered so much of our farmland forever useless. He is a scoundrel and deserves death.”
“You grow too bold!” you snapped, a sudden, white-hot surge of anger rising inside of you. “I don't care what you've made me become, Amir, you will not speak of my father like – ouch!”
>>4202973
(4/7)
You were so preoccupied by your venom for your husband that you hadn't noticed his hand moving – until it clapped down on your rear, leaving a throbbing, crimson handprint where it landed. “That's King Amir, my Queen,” he replied, hand now shifting down to rub between your legs as he spoke. “And nothing that I have said about your father is untrue.”
“B, Be that as it may,” you replied, wiggling your hips in a pathetic effort to squirm away from those teasing fingers, “to call him a war criminal and a scoundrel is an affront that I simply cannot – ow! Stop that!” Amir's palm had smacked against your ass again, leaving another angry, red impression there, and then gone back to rubbing, the tip of his index finger firmly massaging your stiff button. “I will n, not allow you to … to silence me with your haaaands this tiiime…!” But in spite of your words, you knew that Amir simply knew your body too well – your anger was already beginning to evaporate in the face of a growing desire.
“Repeat after me, darling wife,” said Amir, his free hand running through your long, silky hair. “'My father is a scoundrel.'”
“I, aah … will most certainly n, not repeat after – aaargh! Stop it, stop it, stop it!” His hand had come down for a third time, sharply enough that tears welled up in your eyes – though you were determined not to weep openly in front of him.
>>4202975
(5/7)
“'My father is a scoundrel,'” he said again, fingers pushing into your sex, curling as they thrust in and out.
“Please, Husband, d-don't make me – aaahhn!” Smack! His other hand had left your hair to strike your rear once more, even as his fingers began to plunge in and out of your honeypot more quickly, the pain and pleasure almost seeming to combine into a new, distracting, intoxicating sensation that made it that much harder to resist.
“'My father is a scoundrel.'”
Your lip quivering, you finally murmured, “M-My father is a scoundrel – ouch! Why? Why?! I said it, I said it!” Amir had spanked you yet again, harder than ever.
“Louder,” insisted Amir.
“My father is a scoundrel, my father is a s-scoundrel!” you proclaimed, loudly enough that you could hear the carriage's driver chortling to himself from outside.
But Amir still wasn't finished: “'My father deserves death.'”
>>4202977
(6/7)
You could feel the color draining from your face. “You … you ask too much of me, Husband,” you panted, dismayed to find that Amir's fingers felt just as good as they had before he demanded that you debase your father so. “I am my father's blood, I c-cannot simply, mm, say something like – stop, stop, stop!”
Smack, smack, smack – three times, each harder than the last, did Amir's palm strike your reddened rear! You opened your mouth to continue protesting, but he didn't even wait for you to begin – he simply slapped your sore ass thrice more, firmly enough that you were sure the driver could hear that, too.
“'My father deserves death.'”
“Amir, I will never – ow! Ouch! Stop! My father deserves death, he deserves death, he's a scoundrel and he deserves death now stop that at once!”
It was those last few spankings that had done it – you'd finally been compelled to advocate for your father's execution. “Good girl,” said the King, now soothingly rubbing at your battered bottom while simultaneously continuing to finger your soaked sex. “Now, come for me.” And, to your extraordinary shame, you did – at his words, an orgasm flooded your mind with pleasure, more intense than any you'd had yet.
>>4202978
(7/7)
The rest of your travels passed in much the same way – aside from stops to eat and sleep, Amir used the time to force from your lips still more proclamations against your father: that he was a useless, fat pig; that he wasn't fit to rule; that he had only managed to sire you by paying a street-walking whore for the privilege. With each admission, the veracity of the claims you were making against your father mattered less and less, until all that you cared about was saying whatever your King wanted you to say so long as he continued to bring you to climax after climax.
It was as you were enthusiastically and obediently moaning that your father regularly slept with barnyard animals that the carriage finally slowed to a stop. You peered exhaustedly out the window, feeling a growing anxiety as you recognized the outline of your father's castle in the pale moonlight.
“I hope you're ready, my Queen,” said Amir. “The war ends tonight.”
===
Next time: the finale.
>>4202979
As an aside, I've made a Pastebin featuring several of the stories I've written in these threads:
http://pastebin.com/u/whore_queen
I'll keep adding 'em as I write 'em! Unless I don't like 'em, but maybe even then.
>>4202583
What does that say?
Anal please
>>4203676
Bouncing on the star quarterback's cock while reciting a three-minute cheer hadn't been the cheerleading tryout you'd expected, but you were discovering that you didn't mind all that much!
>>4203759
As your rapist's cum dribbled out of your burning hot anus and the waves of shameful pleasure subsided, you couldn't help but wonder how you were going to get home with your skirt ruined. It would attract all the wrong sort of attention...
>>4203759
>>4203783
Fortunately, the trainer who soundly defeated your Ghost-type team wasn't too torn up about you not having any Pokedollars to give him as a reward. Especially after you accepted his suggestion of an... alternate arrangement.
Just three more times to go, and you'll have paid him back in full -- but his dick feels so good hilted deep inside of you that you're not sure it'll be the last time!
>>4192706
Panties are on one leg while the jeans are still on the other...
>>4204230
Yeah, I didn't notice that until after I was finished writing. I guess the guy is a magician?
>>4202979
>>4203024
Finale!
===
(1/5)
For the first time since your capture, you were wearing shoes!
Well, sandals, really – carved from wood and known as geta in your native land, they were the same ones you'd been wearing during your capture, and they'd really only been returned to you since your nation's gravel roads were harder on the feet than the dirt and cobblestones of the enemy's (though, you supposed, they weren't really “the enemy” anymore).
The geta crunched softly against the ground as you made your way through the ruined capital of your father's kingdom. It was eerily quiet – it seemed that any fighting that had been going on when you set out on your journey had subsided before you arrived, though the scent of gunpowder in the air suggested that it hadn't ceased all that long ago. King Amir walked alongside you, stone-faced, and you were both flanked by two of his royal guard, the blades of their polearms and chakrani glinting in the light of the full moon.
It was as you got closer to the city's center that you finally began to see them – what remained of the citizens of your former country. Women, the elderly, and the infirm gasped as you came into view, as if they'd been holding out that the rumors of your expatriation were false until the moment they'd laid eyes on you, naked, walking next to their most hated foe. You were so ashamed that you couldn't even look them in the eyes – you just stared forward, teeth clenched, wishing that you could melt into the earth.
>>4204680
“Must we really do this?” you asked, after a pause, further embarrassing yourself by sounding so whiny. “My father's armies are defeated, his capital is in shambles – I don't understand why we must make him suffer further humiliation...”
“Oh, really?” said Amir, grinning slyly. “I seem to remember you listing off several dozen reasons why your father deserves precisely this sort of treatment back in the carriage...”
Your cheeks burned. “Oh, hush,” you grumbled.
The crowds only thickened as you moved deeper into the heart of the capital, until you finally reached the city square: bordered by businesses and townhouses, the square's center featured a raised dais that supported a statue of your father, astride his horse, sword in the air. Or at least, it had featured such a statue, but now it was in ruins, the rubble having been swept to either side so that only the statue's base – a smooth, marble rectangle that came up to around your navel in height – remained.
Amir took your hand and led you up the steps to the dais, and then – you yelped softly – grasped your hips and eased you up onto the rectangle on your back, so that your body was level with his waist. There was a hushed murmuring from the crowd as Amir's intent became apparent, and you felt your heart racing – here, in front of all these people? Your people?
Once Amir had unfastened his pants, he leaned forward, his front pressed to yours, his lips by your ear. “Repeat after me,” he purred, and then you groaned as his hips jerked forward, his cock slipping easily inside of you – in spite of your nerves and your shame, you didn't think you'd ever been hornier in your entire life.
And then, as Amir started to thrust, slowly, deeply fucking you in front of your former subjects, he began to speak, and you breathlessly repeated his words.
>>4204685
“Your f-forces,” you moaned, your husband's breath hot on your ear, “are defeated.”
You could feel yourself sliding along the dais slightly each time Amir pushed in; you wrapped your legs around his middle to hold yourself steady, toes curling as this new position allowed him to push in deeper still.
“Your cities,” you continued, “are c, captured…!”
There was a sudden commotion to the north, and you craned your head back to peer, upside-down, at your father, running toward you and your husband with fury in his eyes. Two of Amir's guards approached, polearms twirling artfully – but they were swiftly cut down by your father's katana. Though he had gone rather to seed since his days as a front-line fighter, he was clearly not as useless as your husband had claimed.
“Your king,” you began – and then you gasped, covering your hands with your mouth, as a lone chakram sailed through the air toward your father, having been expertly thrown by your husband. You glanced away moments before he was slain, but he was close enough that you could hear him groan your name with his final breath.
“… is dead,” you finished, your voice barely audible over the wails of lamentation from the crowd around you. And then, to your horror and mortification, you came – even in the face of your father's sudden demise, Amir simply knew how to please you so well that you couldn't help yourself.
>>4204686
“S, Surrender,” you mewled, your climax making it difficult to concentrate on Amir's coaching – especially since, at that moment, you felt him spilling his seed deep inside of you, “and you … you will be spared. Resist, and, aahh…! Resist and...”
“… and you will share his fate,” finished Amir, standing to his full height. “A life of servitude and bliss, like the one your princess chose – or death, the choice of your king. Choose wisely.”
And with that, Amir fastened his pants and stepped away, directing his soldiers to round up the civilians and leaving you sprawled out on the dais, catching your breath and coming to terms with all that had transpired.
>>4204687
* * *
“Mother,” said a voice, many years later – your daughter had padded into your room and crawled up onto your lap. “Tell me again about how you and Father met.”
“Well,” you replied, smiling sweetly down at her – she had her father's olive skin and coffee-colored eyes, but your smooth complexion and long, aquamarine hair, and you were certain that she'd be quite beautiful when she grew up. “I was a princess in those days, and he was a gallant knight. He swept me off my feet and brought me to his palace. I was very stubborn at first, but he was very charming, and he helped me see things his way.”
Your daughter beamed. “I hope I get to marry a man just like him one day.”
Your smile faded as you recalled your own “marriage” – on your back, strangers peering at you, the humiliation of your post-coital examination.
I don't, you thought to yourself.
===
The end.
This was really fun to write! If anyone else has any requests, let me know -- though I can't promise they'll be anywhere near as long.
>>4193656
>"Thank god I can't get pregnant like this."
>>4191784
literally what they did you faggot
>>4204689
From Part 6 -
>when he wasn't out dealing with matters of the state, he was in your bedchambers, either compelling you to pleasure him, or, if he was feeling generous, pleasuring you instead
I'd love to see a more detailed story with that as the basis. The blowjob you wrote was absolutely phenomenal. I'd like to see that included, among other things she could do to please him. Love the way you write, fantastic work!
You guys should write a story for the Fap Hero thread.
>>4205041
Ooh, a side story, huh. I can do that!
===
(1/4)
It had been some weeks since your move to Prince Amir's, and you were beginning to come to terms with your new life.
For one thing, now that you'd been constantly naked for such a long period of time, you weren't sure how you'd ever tolerated wearing things like tightly-bound corsets and wobbly, high-heeled shoes. Nudity was convenient! If you had to go someplace, you didn't have to spend upwards of an hour getting dressed, with the assistance of several handmaidens – you just... went there. Embarrassment aside, it was rather nice.
And, though you'd never, ever have admitted it, you were beginning to look forward to the prince's trips to your bedroom. While you'd entertained suitors in your old life, it had never gone beyond walks around your father's castle or perhaps a chaste kiss on the cheek. Now, with Amir, you were learning of ways to be intimate with a man that you never could have imagined – and, of course, the prince was a very, very good teacher.
But you were still a prisoner – so you tried not to look too pleased when Prince Amir stepped through your bedroom's threshold and immediately moved to sit next to you on the edge of your bed. "Good evening, Princess," he murmured, smiling roguishly at you and reaching out to run his fingers through your hair. "I trust you've had a pleasant day?"
You knew you shouldn't say anything – that you were already doing far too much to cooperate with The Enemy – but he was touching your hair and it felt really nice, and his smile was really nice, and before you knew it you were opening your mouth: "It has been a little dull. No one's come to see me all day, and I haven't had anything to do."
Amir's smile became more of a knowing smirk. "I think we can fix that, Princess. Unfasten my pants, please."
>>4205080
(2/4)
You were certainly familiar with this part of the evening ritual – cheeks already red, you sank down onto your knees, fingers working deftly to slip off Amir's belt, unbutton his pants, and then tug them down until his impressive length flopped out, already at half-mast. “You're becoming quite an obedient little thing, my dear,” murmured Amir, fingers still running through your hair as you began to stroke his cock, your little finger sticking out, in an effort to coax it to full stiffness. “I seem to recall having to use a leash on you the first time we did this.”
“Oh, hush,” you grumbled, though you didn't stop stroking. “You know as well as I do that the only reason I'm cooperating with you at all is so thmmph…!”
Amir had used the hand on your head to nudge you forward, his dick slipping between your parted lips! You groaned indignantly as he began to guide you up and down, the crown of his shaft prodding against the back of your throat each time he bottomed out in your mouth.
After about half a minute of this, he gripped your hair and tugged you back, his cock slipping out of your mouth and coming to rest on your cheek. “What was that, Princess? I couldn't quite understand you.”
“I said,” you began, breathlessly, licking your lips, “I'm only cooperating with you because otherwise, I'll pmmmph…!”
Your head had been shoved down again, Amir's length forced fully into your mouth! “Didn't they teach you proper diction in your country, Princess?” teased the prince, grinning maddeningly down at you as he held your head in place, shaft long enough that you could feel it in your throat – you coughed and tried to spit it back up, but you simply didn't have the leverage to do much of anything but kneel there and glare up at Amir. “I can't understand a single thing you're saying.”
>>4205082
(3/4)
He yanked your head back again, several ropes of saliva connecting your lips to his cockhead. You remained silent this time, not wanting him to interrupt you again.
“Good girl,” he cooed, smacking your cheek a few times with his shaft. “Nothing you could have said would've changed your lot, anyway. Stand up, please.”
Begrudgingly, you obliged – and then you gasped as he grasped your hips and lifted you onto your back on the bed; for whatever reason, it was always surprising when he effortlessly picked you up, which he did rather frequently. “We're going to be trying something new today,” he explained, and then he stood up, eased out of his pants and smallclothes, and got onto his knees on the bed, straddling your waist, his drool-slickened shaft resting on your tummy. He guided his hands to your breasts, wordlessly showing you that you should press them together as firmly as possible. You could feel your cheeks flushing again – you'd never thought of yourself as being especially well-endowed, but this made your tits look so much bigger than usual.
Somehow, the intent of all this shifting about didn't become apparent to you until Amir eased forward and pumped his shaft between your breasts, the crown poking out from the other side. “W, What are you doing…?” you asked, thinking, privately, that this was the lewdest thing the prince had yet done to you.
>>4205083
(4/4)
But, as usual, Amir ignored your question at first. He began to buck his hips forward in a slow, powerful pattern, your breasts bouncing upward each time that his cock squeezed between them, your nipples beginning to grow stiff. “As your captor,” he finally explained, grasping those swollen nubs and tugging them upward – you moaned and squirmed beneath him – as he began to fuck your tits more rapidly, “I am free to enjoy your body in any way I please – from your head to your toes, and everywhere in between.”
“P, Prince Amiiiir…!” you groaned, his now-swift thrusts engendering in your nipples both a dull ache and a throbbing pleasure that only intensified the longer he went on, “It … haah … aaahh…!”
“You are mine, Princess,” he continued, “and, nngh, you will be mine, forever…!”
His hips jerked forward one last time as he hit his peak, several thick, hot ropes of his essence shooting out to splash against your burning cheeks, your abused lips, and your shoulders and neck. The simple act of being claimed in such a way was enough to coax your own body to climax, too, and you squirmed and panted as Amir climbed off of you, getting to his feet and dressing himself.
“Sleep well, Princess,” he murmured, as he headed for the door. “We'll continue your lessons tomorrow.”
>>4205332
Orgy with the doctors turned out to be extremely fun. You got to suck off almost every surgeon. In your slutty frenzy, you licked and kissed their cocks while dreaming of being fucked from behind. Afterwards, Jack, the hottest intern, was licking your wet pussy, while you were sucking cum out of his friend's pulsating penis. Suddenly you felt a strong sensation in your insides - he entered you, and you could feel every vain of his wood moving back and forth. You only let out a loud moan, because you got silenced by another two juicy cocks which you obviousle had to serve. You ended up riding Jack and jerking off two of his friends. It was all too much to handle for all of you. At the same time, they all came, filling your pussy and covering your face and bouncy tits with hot, thick and gravy semen. You were in heaven.
>>4205084
Fantastic work, thank you anon!
>>4192705
Holy shit talking about monster hunter.... You've got my respect man
>>4205382
After you were tied up, you were pounded from behind. You will never forget how he exploded all over your body, but the pain was worth it, you could lick it all up if you wanted
>>4193875
Thats the worst
>>4205382
>monster hunter
Thanks! It's one of my favorite video game franchises of all time.
>>4205225
>downward spiral of prostitution/pregnancy
I think I can make that work.
Part 1!
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Arrows sailed past you as you rushed into the fray, barely missing your smooth, milky-white skin. Enemy soldiers barreled forward, their weapons raised high – but you swiftly cut them down with your daggers and squeezed between them as they collapsed to their knees, combat-honed instinct compelling you to immediately seek out your next foe. You ducked out of the main street and into an alley, so intent on seeking out the archers attempting to snipe you from afar that you weren't paying attention to the small group of civilians – all men – standing off to one side.
Or at least you weren't until your attention was demanded, with force. There was a powerful impact to the side of your head – your vision blurred and an incredible pain blossomed out from your temple as you spun in place and fell to your hands and knees, dazed. You could see half of a snapped-apart plank of wood clatter to the floor in front of you; it seemed that one of the men had clubbed you with it. You clumsily reached to your waist, intending to draw your daggers and defend yourself – but one of the men grasped your wrist and twisted your arm, compelling you to drop the blades, with which your assailants quickly armed themselves.
You could feel one of the men shift behind you, his hands unfastening your clothing and bunching it up around your waist, and you tried to twist away, but the one in front pressed the blade of your (now his) dagger to your neck – not hard enough to break the skin, but just firmly enough to communicate that he could, if he wanted to. You held still.
