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When I was in college, I was in a vampire LARP. One of the older men was describing an A.N. Roquelare sex scene to me.

"They take the girls," he said, it "and they have these statues that have big stone dicks, and they lift up the girls and they put them on the stone dicks. Then they have to stay on there until they can make themselves come."

My vagina instantly lubricated at the thought of being lifted up and having a hard stone penis inserted into it. I could imagine the cold feeling of the stone inside me, the smooth rock pushing the soft tissues of my cunt apart. The head resting against my cervix, then pressing against the tight opening until it stretched over the rounded tip of the probing phallus. The way the hard stone penis would stretch out my vagina as my weight settled on it. I would try to lift myself off, only to realize that the dick was too far up my cunt and lifting me too far off the ground to do anything. I would helplessly rock back and forth on the stone phallus as I tried to remove myself.

"Would you like something like that?" he asked knowingly.

"Mmm, no," I lied.

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Another one gone is a CGI of a woman taking a horse cock in what was admittedly a pretty badly animated uterus. The tags were things like "dangerous" and "pain" and "forced by partner" and "ruined pussy," and I liked thinking about the woman being coerced into taking a thing she knew might harm her just for the sake of entertainment.

The comments were stuff like "All women this pretty should be forced to fuck horses for our amusement, even if it hurts them." Of course the people in the comments knew it could harm the girls. The point is seeing them crying with big animal dicks deep inside their ruined vaginas. The point is that she doesn't want it to hurt her but she's being forced into taking something that will harm her for their amusement.

At least someone is having fun.

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Some of my favorite porn off Rule 34 is gone! The uterus violation stuff especially. I really liked the ones where a young girl's very womb gets prodded open, especially with tentacles. Loved them sliding in and probing open her holes as deep as they would go while she sobbed and begged that it hurt to have her uterus and cervix stretched, that the things inside her were too big for her to take.

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I was sexually threatened by boys in school. I won't say what age. They talked about whether my vagina would be loose already or whether their dicks would stretch it out, talked about putting pens inside of me and seeing how many would fit. Turning them sideways in my vagina to get them stuck in my cunt and hurt me. If the metal pieces on the pens would tear my flesh and get stuck in me.

I don't remember if they did anything to me but there were things I thought about. Paper inside my organs, someone shoving crumpled pieces of notebook paper into my vagina one at a time, pushing them in with their fingers and packing them in, the sharp edges of the creases rubbing into my tender walls and expanding into my belly. Feeling stuffed inside.

I don't think they pushed me down into the dirt behind the school, in the woods, and held me down while they slid rocks and pebbles into my cunt. I don't think I was filled with stones, heavy inside, pinned down by the weight in my own body while I cried, stretched beyond belief.

I don't think they would have shoved a glass bottle inside me. Not with the rocks in me, not to push them deeper into my every crevice, joking about how the bottle might break and tear me up. They wouldn't have cared if I bled to death. They might have even massaged on my stomach so the glass could move around inside, laughing at my screams.

I don't think they pulled my panties down and stuck a splintery wooden broomstick inside me either. Or stuck Flamin Hot Cheetos in my pussy. I don't think they would have crushed the dry, spicy snacks inside my womb with the broomstick like a mortar and pestle. Or gotten the school janitor to push the mop handle inside there while he cleaned up the mess, jerking the tool back and forth while I wailed.

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It's not rape if it's your bro's pussy. Friends help each other out and you need help draining the fat load of fun from your balls into a warm wet cunt. A hole is a hole after all and if your friend has a tight empty cock socket between his legs, he shouldn't mind if you plunge into him and violently fuck him like a cheap fleshlight.

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One of the hottest play sessions I ever had was with an older dyke who teased my cunt with her knife and her boot. She pressed her heel against my pussy and ground down hard while I cried a little. I was playing a prostitute, and knowing she was destroying my pussy meant my livelihood was destroyed.

Then she ran a knife along my slit and played with my folds with the tip, teasing my clit with the blade and threatening to cut the sensitive nerve -- fuck, I was so wet. I wanted her to slide that blade into me and open me up with the dull point. I wanted her to press the flat blade against my inner walls and tell me to hold still so it wouldn't cut me as she slid it slowly in and out of me just to prove she could.

Then maybe she would have slid the tip into my cervix, holding me down so I wouldn't wriggle, telling me how much damage she could do to my delicate pussy if she slid it in further. Bothered to work it into my womb, penetrate my walls, even twist it inside so she really opened me up. The hilt spreading my labia, pressing into my clit, not that she would care if she crushed my delicate clit while she was slowly pressing her knife inside my raped cunt.

I wanted to fuck myself on her blade as it hit my G-spot. I wanted her to grind her heel on my spread pussy as she worked the knife in and out of my cunt, making sure I stayed down as she tortured my raped insides with her knife. I wanted to come as she crushed my clitoris under her heel, feeling her knife rape me apart so far that my insides were open to whoever wanted to use them next.

"There, I opened you up."

you know what? horror scholars were right and the knife is a phallic symbol. let me shove it in your holes to prove it.

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the thought of being knotted is so hot, you’re being raped and they’re already huge and you’re struggling to get away n then suddenly it’s like they get bigger and their knot pushes in and you’re trapped 🥺🥺

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slumberpartyy at my hooouuussseeee ^_^ ur ALL invited and we r gonna paint outr nails and play truth or dare and ggiggle and talk about our crushes and make out nd make blood pacts spit in each pthers moutshs and cut eac h other open and rape each other and go sleepy beddy bye ^_^

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want to pin someone down with my weight and bite the back of their neck while i hump against their ass till my strap slips in one of the holes, i don't really care which one as long as i can growl and rut into them roughly and hear them crying and begging me to get off, that it hurts and they can't believe theyre being raped by a dog.

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People like to gift Joanie clothes. Joanie should move in with Silver because Silver will buy her all the cutest clothes and actually have enough space for all of them and would have the time to lounge and enjoy a show of seeing Joanie wear them all...and ruin them all. Which she probably complains about but half the time doesn't actually mind. Only if someone else ruined them she would actually get pissed.

Absolutely. Joanie my tomboy princess.

(Just a quick note, I’ve been very much pondering fem Silver, who likes to be called sir and daddy by Johnny🙌 straight up making that boy her firecracker 50’s housewife and probably inviting John/Joan over to marvel at him all dressed up like a Barbie even though they can’t touch—it’s easy to tell his clothes were picked, but he doesn’t seem to hate it—and he’s even more of a brat than when Kreese last saw him.)

(I’m gonna say “they” for Silver because I can’t pick whether I want them as og Silver or fem Silver.)

Silver is good at handling women, at least the ones that don’t see through their bullshit.

The problem is that they like the feisty ones. The ones that will bite but still look like Monroe attempting to seduce innocently. The ones with a backbone.

Joanie’s all those things. Exactly what they like, and then some.

Joanie can live a rough and tough life, get dirt under her shiny fingernails and get bruises the size of a crater, grit her teeth to show she can take it. She can carry men twice her size on her back. She can take care of herself physically (questionable) and do it all without a single complaint because she’s always trying to prove herself and prove that she’s not a nuisance—you don’t have to scream at her to be better; she’s doing her best. She can kick your ass and your father’s too.

But she also loves sheets as silky as her beautiful hair. She loves wearing makeup on days that she isn’t dressing like the skater boys she hung out with when her Cobras were busy, when she puts her hair up and takes off her nail polish, makes the only girly thing about her be the black thong Silver bought her hidden in her cargo pants. She loves hot bubble baths with rose petals scattered about and fancy-lit candles surrounding her like she’s a goddess worthy of an alter.

She has a room-sized closet to hold her contrasting styles. She has a tub fit to hold three people in a bathroom filled with every product she could ask for. She has a California king fitted with inky black Egyptian cotton sheets and another sateen set waiting for her when she wants a new feeling sliding on her soft skin.

Not to mention the tall beauty that sleeps on them with her. The one that has a masseuse nearby but insists on massaging her themselves.

She went from being a lonely, poor little girl to an abused, rich girl who hardly could enjoy the money when it came at such a price, when it came with immense anxiety due to who it came from.

But she learned to manipulate quickly. She learned she had her mother’s beauty with her own unique edge to it that she could use on men and women alike. She got her dough.

Silver is similar in that way. There are a lot of things they bond over.

People bought Joanie gifts without her asking, simply to get a chance to see their own decorations on such a cute girl. Snooty, high class people with piled up secrets to share with her once she’s made them comfortable and they’ve had a little too much chardonnay.

They had no idea what a troublemaking minx she really was.

But she’s happier than ever as Silver’s girl.

Silver does expect things from her, of course they do, but nothing Joanie doesn’t enjoy. Nothing she wasn’t already craving the day she saw Terry (gender neutral name wahooooo). She doesn't always enjoy the sadism but boy can she take it.

She has to behave, to an extent. with them at the very least. Get on her knees and say “yes, sir/ma’am/master/sensei” when told to. Open her legs when large hands snake up her thighs or a tongue slithers into her, a smooth voice cooing at her.

All she needs to do is be a good girl for them. She doesn’t have to be very behaved in any other place since Silver could buy out any prison, any judge, anyone for her. Just be good for them.

Though Terry loves a pushback and it’s clear that once a brat, always a brat—because their dearest still runs her mouth quite a bit when they aren’t in the bedroom—especially on days she wears black/red/purple lingerie. On days she wants it hard.

(another trick is to spark that possessiveness in Silver and bring up Danielle/Daniel, everything she used to think about them, how she wondered what they’d feel like inside her. Bring up Kreese and their thick fingers, ask Terry if they can tell her how they felt. Maybe not necessarily because she actually wants to know, but because it always works in getting her spanked and drilled into sobs.)

Joanie knows Terry loves to give up control sometimes as well—not nearly as often as they love to make her writhe and whimper, but enough to make Joanie feel special that they would ever show that side to her.

She’ll guide them sweetly as they lap at her cunt, brush their long hair with her fingers, grind down on their beautiful face while giggling at their polite and proper way of speaking when they’re in that submissive mindset, all “I would like to [blank], ma’am” and “May I please?”

Or Joanie’ll wrap their hair around her hand and shove their face into it, order them to show it some love, kiss it . Then she’ll push them down later and lick their cock/clit until they’re dripping sweat on her and squeezing their eyes shut. It’s really fun to overstimulate them. They’re not just a sadist, but a masochist too.

Joanie’s much softer in her pink/blue/concubine gold lingerie.

a lot quicker to slink her way into Silver’s lap and allow herself to be needy.

And it isn’t just lingerie that dictates these mood shifts. She also has skirts, designer purses, dresses (summer, mini, sheath, blazer dresses, every style), and so so so much jewlery. Doesn't even cover her boyish clothes.

Terry has ruined many garments, they can always buy her something newer and even better than before.

How can they not devour their darling when they see her all prettied up and confident? or acting demure with her flower already dripping? (which Terry loves; that sweet, glassy-eyed, blushed deliciously hot shyness that Joanie falls into gets them going like crazy.)

There are a number of reasons to workout, and one of them is how easily they can rip off Joanie's clothing. (And that their riding hood likes to lounge and watch them do their entire set while drinking a beer, sometimes likes to bathe almost their entire body with her tongue like a cat before they jump in the roomy shower for even wetter action.)

Or they’ll just tear the crotch area so they can continue to enjoy the sight of her in the attire while they fuck her stupid.

On every single surface and in front of every painting.

Other times, Terry lets her keep just her jewlery on so they can hear it all jingle when they’re pounding her good, staring at the way it looks on her. They get the most fixated on Joanie’s bracelets.

It’s a true win-win for both of them.

Now all they need is to have a child and build a legacy when Joanie decides she’s ready.

(Yes I face claimed Sheryl Lee as Maddy in this specific picture as Miss Silver. I think Joanie gives off Laura vibes though—maybe I just love Sheryl.)

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bestie what if you came over and sat in my lap so i could spread your legs open and spank your pussy, growling about what a tight fit you’d be

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can we tussle a bit as friends... can we do a little roughhousing a bit as friends... can you pin me down by the wrists with one hand and laugh at me for being into it... yknow... as friends...

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what if you were my captive prince and i was an evil king and i pinned you to my throne and i fucked your tight prince cunt and bred you with an heir to my throne and broke your mind with how good the dick was

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Well you can’t bully me anymore because...um....I’ll start bullying your puss—I mean, uh, bully you back, pussy.

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play fighting that ends with me inside you

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Bill Randall - "Nancy" - February 1955 Date Book Calendar Illustration - Kemper-Thomas Calendar Co. - American Pin-up Calendar Collection

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