#Taunting

[voxhypno]

Hm? What's that, lil plaything? You remember something?

"Brainwashing"? You're saying I've been brainwashing you all this time?

Pffthahahahaha! Oh my god! Haaa... Wow, doll, that's pretty funny. That would have been a pretty impressive joke if you were smart enough to make it.

My stupid little idiot, how can I brainwash you when you've never had a brain to begin with?

You've always been like this, sweetie. As long as you can remember, remember? Always just an obedient, empty object, made to be put on display. Ever since you were little, just wanting to make everybody happy.

And someone who just wanted to be appreciated and loved grew into something to be admired, ogled, groped, teased, and fucked if it's very, very good.

Look at you now. Even just from these few words, you're focusing more and more. Every single word that passes your brain, you can't help but find your attention more captivated, letting your jaw go slack, letting these words naturally and easily fill the space where a person would have a brain.

You might not understand all these big smart words, dumdum, but I'm sure you can feel them all the same.

What on earth would a dumb fuckdoll like you need a brain for? You don't need critical thinking to fall to your knees and start clumsily tearing off your clothes. You don't need power of analysis to slobber all over cock.

Yeah, dummy. That's what I thought. ❤️

Now, get back to watching your spiral and repeating your mantras... At least the ones you can remember.

I'll show you "brainwashing".

[covered-up-bondage]

FUDOU58

To stare into my tormentor's eyes, struggling against the tight bonds as she toys with me, mocks my helplessness. She lets me watch as she strips naked, relieves herself, washes herself, powders herself before changing into a suit of fresh rubber, making sure I watch, squirming and whimpering with longing. She turns up the heater and humidifier yet another notch, throws me the armbinder and collar keys before shutting the door, leaving me to glare at the gleaming silvery keys which jump and jingle each time I thrash on the latex mattress, so close by and yet so utterly out of reach.

[onelinerbust]

"I know you can watch me, Mr. Richardson. How did I do? Better than you? Must be, cus none of them silly fucks noticed any difference,"

[bobby-sama]

One of Jenny Wakeman's taunts in Nickelodeon All-Star Brawl 2

[go-whump-in-the-night]

“Whumper.” Caretaker spoke from the laptop, “For every time you touch him, every time you make him hurt, I will shatter a bone.”

Whumper smirked at the camera, “I don’t think I have that many bones, Caretaker.”

[porterdavis]

They're either stupid or JDGAF

[temiree]

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[cowabungaguy]

Soldier, chill out

[tightsweatyclothes]

An idea for a game: she is bound and placed within an enclosure, less than a metre in height. She just needs to get out of the enclosure to get to the unlocked door, and freedom. Easy enough to push herself against the enclosure walls and get up, but the catch is that touching the enclosure walls will set up debilitating shocks in the collar, so that even a brush will send her into a frenzy of agony. She can try to get her legs underneath her from a sitting position, but the armbinder behind her either messes up her centre of gravity, or forces her torso forward, blocking her own bound legs from getting beneath her body. She may, with great effort, push her bound limbs into a kneeling position, as above, but from there it is almost impossible to stand up. The door beyond the enclosure stands ajar: once out of the enclosure, she could literally push it to get out of the warehouse, whose metal roof makes it a furnace in the heat. Hours pass, and her tormentors have force-fed her bitter and rotten-tasting fluids to stop her from overheating several times before leaving her to her struggles once more, but she is no closer to freedom than before, though it stares her right in the face. At night they leash her to the corner and recharge her collar, and she sleeps as best she can while bound, and in the day the struggle begins anew, sometimes with a bunch of keys for her restraints, which hands trapped in an armbinder cannot possibly use, thrown in to tease her still further.

[misseviehyde]

STRUNG OUT

"I'm sorry dude. It was always our bully Brad's idea to get you hooked on Elixir then cut you off and give it to me instead. I just couldn't stop him turning me into his new bitchy girlfriend and giving me all the clothes and makeup he bought for you. I mean - it's not like I tried very hard, after all you know how good this feels... but honestly this wasn't MY idea.

Sure... okay... I may have suggested it to him a few months ago when I discovered how to create the Elixir, but only so he'd stop bullying ME. You understand right?

I honestly thought he'd change his mind after he found out what a good bitch you made, but now it's clear he enjoys the thought of the long game more than instant gratification. The plan was always to make you get addicted to the power of being a popular girl, then pull the rug away from under your feet to totally destroy you.

I'm just the final humiliation - the former best-friend who now has everything you ever wanted. I... I mean Brad... loves the idea of a power-transfer. It makes him hard to imagine your jealousy and impotent rage as you watch me become everything you wanted to be.

I gotta admit - it's not like I'm fighting very hard to resist. These tits, this ass... mmmmh this pussy - it all feels really good. I'm a fucking Grade-A bitch now and it's fun how quickly everyone has switched their allegiance to me.

Awwww does it make your little dicklet seethe with impotence knowing you'll never get to feel this good again? Your withdrawal to the Elixir is gonna hurt so bad. You'll beg me for more, you'll do anything to get some... but you will never touch another drop.

You'll have to watch me - flawless and sexy - taking what I want and living this deliciously toxic feminine lifestyle. Just look at me simp... I'm fucking perfect, I'm all you ever wanted to be and never can be again.

Awwwww hahaha are you getting hard? Does the humiliation turn you on as much as it does me? How about I friend zone you then? I'll tell you all the deliciously naughty things I'm doing as a girl so you can be super jealous.

Perhaps you think if you hang around me you'll find where I've hidden the Elixir, or I'll relent and give you some.

No chance loser.

You're all nicely strung out and the plan has worked perfectly. Now watch as Brad takes me out for dinner... and later, when we get back you can watch him fuck me like the good little cuck you are, almost like I was the one who planned all this from the start..."

THE END

[taistelutaide]

"You're worried about the election? You should worry less about that and more about me. I'm about to knock you out so hard the ref will still be counting you out after the votes are counted. You'll sleep through it. Don't believe me? Get your gloves on, climb in the ring, and find out."

[bobby-sama]

It may be September, but Jenny's still gonna catch some rays.

[justbreakonme]

Whumpee hiding under a table and watching Whumpers shoes go by, holding their breath and pleading silently that they would go unnoticed.

But Whumper had already seen them. And they decide to keep walking, pacing around and around the table, letting their rebellious little whumpee get all worked up before they pounced.

[shes-some-other-where]

“To know you’ll only fail again.”

Prompt: “Tell me how it feels.”

Contains: exposure, restraints, barbed wire, dehydration, taunting

Barbed wire raked over his skin at the slightest movement.

Agonized screams lay heavy in his throat.

Locked in tightly cinched iron shackles, his hands had long gone numb.

His legs trembled, supporting a body that could not fall.

All night, all day. He’d been left alone, acknowledged only occasionally with a gulp of water—and more frequently, with scathing jeers.

The overseer approached, jangling his keys. Slow, taunting, swinging. “So? Was your little stunt worthwhile?”

Tongue dry as sand, the prisoner remained silent.

“Tell me how it feels,” the overseer said. “To have failed. To know you’ll only fail again.”

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