3191-05-19

Categories: Hobbies Creation Writing Short form

CW: Strangulation, drugging, female-on-male sexual assault (both sleeping, and conscious; oral, penis in vagina, and finger in anus), threats of forced urine/fecal consumption, forced urine consumption, forced semen consumption, threats of cannibalism, threats of amputation, penis breaking, knives to held to face, strapped down to a table, testicle descruction

Above CWs are not in order of appearance

She quickly takes her belt and wraps it around his neck, pushing him to the ground, and pulling the belt tightly. She places her knees on his upper arms, and she smiles as he struggles fruitlessly against what’s about to happen. A pressure wells up in his head as the world fades out from around him.

Once he stops struggling, she lets out the laugh she’d been stifling; no need for him to know who she is quite yet.

She wraps a rag around his mouth, dragging him to the kitchen. A mirror lays on the ceiling above the hardwood table, which has many slots strategically carved into it. She lifts him onto the table.

She unbuttons his gray shirt. Rather than struggling to remove his arms from the shirt, she carefully cuts the fabric from his chest to wrist. She pulls the shirt out from under him, casting it to the floor. She then removes his shoes, and socks, casting them aside. She then unbuttons his pants, pulling them off from the ankles, then strips his underwear from him, revealing his flaccid penis.

“Shame, really,” she says, “I did appreciate your flavor.”

She climbs on top of him, flipping his penis up, and licks it from the base to the tip.

“I suppose one last taste won’t hurt,” she says, as she puts her mouth around the tip, swirling her tongue around it, “Too bad you couldn’t be a part of it. Then again-” she says as she pulls the entire thing into her mouth, then releases it.

She climbs off of him, and grabs the pile of straps from the kitchen drawer.

She feeds a strap through a slot in the table around his neck. It will be secured eventually, but for now it’s safe to leave the buckle open. She moves to the upper left arm, leaving the section in the same state, then the forearm. She leaves a larger strap around his waist, and smaller straps at the upper and lower sections of each leg. She then straps the right upper arm at the elbow, and the wrist. She then slips under the table, and fastens the buckles underneath.

She removes the cloth from his mouth, and sits at the end of the table nearest his face, just out of where he could see her from the mirror, and waits for him to wake up, lifting up her skirt to pleasure herself silently as she waits for him to wake up.

After a few minutes, he begins to stir, opening his eyes, and seeing his reflection in the mirror.

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself, hearing the sounds of her fingers in her vagina, knowing what the sound means.

“You thought you could outplay me, the one who got you this far? You thought you could get away with it,” she says through her moans.

He lays there, silent.

“Y’know, if you played along I might’ve gone easy on you. Y’lost that chance, though, cher.”

She stands on the table, facing his feet, legs either side of his face, and squats.

“Sure you’ll miss this view, won’t you?”

She hears him struggle against the restraints, and hears his teeth click together.

“Tu es prêt à manger, cher?” She giggles, “Did you think I’d put somethin’ so sensitive near the mouth of a dead man without a strap?”

He lets out a sigh.

“Y’know, if we wait long enough, you might get a little somethin’ to drink before you go!” She cackles, “Maybe even a snack!”

She climbs down from the table. “Maybe I could speed up the drink a little for you, at least.”

She walks to the sink, grabs a cup, and fills it with water. She walks to the table slowly, each step making an audible tap as her feet hit the floor. She places the cup on the table near his head, and removes her skirt. She then grabs the cup, and climbs back onto the table, taking a seat on his sternum, with her feet either side of his head.

She drinks every drop in a few gulps.

“I’m sure you’ll appreciate the drink, cher,” she says, as a look of defeat comes across his face.

She grabs a gap gag from nearby, leans forward, and slides it under his head. She brings it over his mouth, buckling it loosely.

“You know what strugglin’ means, don’t you cher?”

She opens his mouth, and places the metal into his mouth, cinching the strap tight around his mouth.

She leans back, reaches down, and begins rubbing around the opening of her urethra to stimulate it. She leans forward, sitting on her ankles, and places her fingers on his eyelid to hold it open.

She begins to urinate, and the stream lands directly into the eye she’s holding open. He winces.

“Whoops, sorry cher, I can’t aim very well,” she says, and then adjusts the stream into his mouth. He lays there silently, trying to blink the eye she’s holding open. She notices he isn’t swallowing any of the urine as it begins to overflow, dripping onto her shoes. She redirects the stream into his eye once more.

“Well, you’re just gonna waste it, I might as well not.”

He groans around the gag, wincing at the salty fluid pelting his eye.

She finishes, and leans back on his chest, resting her feet against the sides of his head.

“You sure don’t seem to know how this is gonna go. How many times have we done this together,” she says with a smile.

She masturbates slowly while sitting on his sternum while waiting for him to swallow his drink. As the minutes pass, she grows impatient. She grabs a couple of kitchen knives from the table, and plunges them into the table beside his head, with the blades facing his cheeks. She also wraps a strap around his forehead, reaching under the table to secure it tightly.

She then removes her feet from the sides of his head, and crawls down towards his penis, now fully erect, and presses her vulva to it.

“It’s kinda sad that all the good meat is on the upper parts of your limbs, y’know? Either gotta suffer through the calves, and the forearms first, or be a little wasteful, and cut off the whole leg just to get to the good stuff.”

She grinds the length of her slit along his shaft, her clit going from the base to the tip, and back. The smell of her own urine wafting up from his mouth as he stares blankly at the mirror, helplessly watching what’s happening to him through the one eye he can still keep open.

She slows down as she approaches her first orgasm of the night, wanting to savor the feeling of being right on the edge for a bit longer. The overstimulating pain, mixed with the pleasure, was intoxicating to her; a feeling she’d rarely gotten to experience with partners. Once she was satisfied, she sped up for a moment, and allowed herself to orgasm, spraying fluids all over his lower body as her body seizes with pleasure, and she lets out a moan.

She then crawls herself farther down his body, arriving between his legs, her own scent hitting her nostrils like a train. She takes the tip of his penis into her mouth, and then slowly works her way down the shaft, cleaning him with her mouth. Once she gets to the base, she sucks slightly, and pulls her head back, leaving his penis dry enough to handle.

She grabs it in her left hand, placing her thumb on the frenulum, and massages it gently as she goes farther down. She licks, and sucks on the base of his penis gingerly as she continues to massage the frenulum. She then brings her right hand up to play with his anus, and starts to lick his scrotum. He struggles against the pleasure, fighting with the restraints as she slowly inserts her finger into his rectum to massage his prostate more directly.

She brings her mouth from his penis, and says “You know, I did always tell you you’d like this. Might’ve gotten to enjoy it more if you hadn’t tried putting your hands on me.”

She goes back to his crotch, taking his scrotum into her mouth. She licks, and sucks, as her fingers prod at his prostate, and frenulum insessantly. She can eventually feel him approaching orgasm, where she moves her mouth back to the tip, taking it in. She continues massaging his prostate as she moves her head up, and down. She can taste his cum as he shoots his load into her mouth. She removes her finger from his anus, and then crawls back up to his face. She then snickers through her nose, and spits his cum into his mouth, mixing with the urine that he still refuses to swallow, saving just a little bit, which she forcefully opens his eye, and spits into it.

She then sits up, and slowly inserts his penis into her vagina. She leans back to grind the tip of his, and puts extra pressure as it glides across, straining his penis in the process. She gives it one good push, and feels a crunch inside of her, as he screams through his nostrils. He groans more as she continues riding him, once again slowing down as she reaches orgasm to savor his screams for as long as she can handle it. She finishes, soaking his testicles in her fluids, and forcing the penis back into alignment with each contraction, causing him to scream in pain.

“I’d mind my manners, and not play with my food, if only it weren’t so fun,” she says, squeezing her vagina tightly around his penis, sending waves of agony through his body.

“But I suppose for now I should stop, and actually prepare my dinner,” she remarks.

She slowly pulls herself off of his penis, pushing down hard once again, forcing the penis to bend again, causing him to scream once again. She stands up, and places her foot on his scrotum, her foot angled so she’s not directly stepping on the testicles for now.

She slowly brings her foot flat until he starts screaming, then begins taking her weight off of the opposite foot. She then brings the foot lower, until she feels a pop. He begins coughing as the urine, and cum enters his throat, making it wasy to his lungs, and to his stomach, along with getting spilled all over his face.

“Told you it’d be easier if you just swallowed.”

She hops from the table, and goes to where she keeps her kit.