Kidnap Fantasy - Blog Posts

Really want to moan for a guy on discord. I’m just so desperate, numb, and my virgin hole is aching :(

So there's this fantasy that I've had on my mind for a while. It's one of submission, of surrender, and passion. I envision myself crawling under my boyfriend's desk with the goal of making him feel good while he play's his video games. My heart racing with anticipation, I position myself beneath him, my lips inches from his waiting cock.

The scenario unfolds in my mind like a scripted scene. My boyfriend, caught up in the heat of a competitive match, finally succumb to defeat. His frustration and adrenaline is now be channeled into a fierce desire for domination. With a firm grip, he pulls me from under the desk by my curly hair.

His eyes, blazing with a mix of anger and lust, locks onto mine as he slaps my face with so much force, the sting of his palm leaving a lingering ache. He commands me to stick out my tongue, and with a disdainful glare, he spits into my mouth. The act, both degrading and so exhilarating.

My deepest desire is for him to force my face down onto his cock, the length of him filling my mouth as I gag and struggle to accommodate his size. He holds me in place, his hands gripping my hair as he mercilessly thrusts into my mouth, the sensation sending waves of pleasure and pain through my body. My makeup is ruined, my eyes are watering, but I'm so lost in the intensity of the moment.

And then, in a sudden shift of pace, he pulls me up, his caress gentle as he strokes my face. His lips meet mine in a sweet, tender kiss, a stark contrast to the brutality that had come before. But the respite would be short-lived, as he slams me down onto the desk, my face pressed into the cool wood, my ass raised high in the air.

With a rough hand, he pushes my pink panties to the side, exposing my wet pussy to him. Without hesitation, he shove his huge cock into my waiting hole, the sudden intrusion sending a searing pain through my body. I'd scream out, my voice hoarse from the gagging, as he begins to thrust into me with merciless abandon.

My attempts to push him off would be met with an iron grip, my arms pinned behind my back as I lay there, helpless and at his mercy. Through teary eyes, I would look up at him only to be met with an angry voice telling me to "be a good girl and take daddy's dick." The sensations would be too overwhelming, the pain and pleasure mingling together in a heady cocktail. I'd be forced to endure, to submit, and to succumb to his unyielding passion.

As the minutes ticked by, I'd feel myself building towards an orgasm, my body trembling with each thrust. I'd cum, again and again, the waves of pleasure crashing over me like a tsunami. And when he finally finished, his cum would fill me, a warm, sticky liquid that would leave me feeling sated, yet wanting more.

anyways, if there are any hot muscular nerds that want to fuck the shit out of me, my dms are open :)

sorry to shatter the illusion of the horny, kinky, bimbo girl, but i'm seething. the people around me are infuriating, and i'm beyond sick of dealing with all their crap. ughhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!

anyways! back to our regularly scheduled program: someone, please, for the love of all things good, come and fuck this anger out of me. make me cum so hard and so many times that i lose all sense of reality and become your utterly consumed, brain-dead little slut. make me cry. make me hurt. make me beg you to stop. just keep going :)

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sluts deserve to be bound, blindfolded, and gang raped for hours.

sluts deserve to be bred no matter how much they beg for you to pull out.

sluts deserve to be overstimulated, no matter how much they beg you to stop.

sluts deserve to be filled by multiple cocks at once, no matter how many times they tell you another wont fit.

sluts deserve to be knocked up by their kidnappers

Unbroken Promises

It had started innocently enough. A message in a group chat, a casual conversation that quickly turned into something more. He was from another country, his accent thick in the voice messages he sent, his words dripping with desire. You had never met him in person, but that didn’t stop the nights spent sexting, the fantasies you shared, the dark, twisted things you both craved.

You told him about your submission, your need to be controlled, to be owned. He listened, always listened, and then he told you what he would do to you if he ever got the chance. And you believed him. Every word.

But when the messages stopped a week ago, you assumed he had moved on, lost interest. You hadn’t expected him to show up— hadn’t expected him to be standing outside your apartment building, watching, waiting.

You didn’t see him until it was too late. Until you were walking down the street, headphones in, oblivious. Until a hand clamped over your mouth, and the world went dark.

You woke up in this room. The hotel room. The walls were a soft beige, the carpet thick beneath your feet. But you weren’t on your feet. You were on the bed, naked, bound, and he was there, standing over you, his dark eyes fixed on yours.

“No one’s going to find you here,” he said, his voice calm, almost soothing, as he adjusted the rope around your wrists. “We have all the time in the world.”

You tried to scream, tried to fight, but the gag muffled any sound, and the ropes kept you in place. He was strong, stronger than you had imagined, his hands rough as they moved over your body, claiming you, marking you as his.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “My pet. And I’m going to make sure you never forget that.”

“Do you remember what you said to me last Tuesday?” His voice was low, almost a growl, as he leaned over you, his breath hot against your ear. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, the gag in your mouth silencing any protest. Your wrists were bound above your head, the coarse rope digging into your skin, and your legs were spread wide, exposed, vulnerable.

You blinked up at him, your mind racing. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like this. You had been exchanging messages for months, fantasies, dark desires, but this… this was real. He was real. And he was here.

“You said,” he continued, his hand trailing down your body, fingers skimming over your stomach, “that you wanted me to slap your cunt until it was red and puffy. Until you couldn’t sit for days. Remember that?”

You nodded, almost involuntarily, your body betraying you as a shiver ran down your spine. His touch was electric, but the fear—the fear was there too, pulsing in your chest like a second heartbeat.

“Good,” he murmured, his fingers now resting on your inner thigh, teasing, tormenting. “Because I’m going to give you exactly what you asked for.”

His hand came down hard on your cunt, the sound sharp, echoing in the room. You cried out, the gag reducing it to a muffled whimper, but the pain was electric, sending shockwaves through your body.

“That’s one,” he said, his voice calm, almost clinical. “How many did you ask for?”

You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes. You didn’t remember, couldn’t think. All you could feel was the sting, the heat, the way your body trembled beneath his touch.

“You said ten,” he reminded you, his hand coming down again, harder this time. “We’re just getting started.”

Each slap was worse than the last, the pain building, your cunt throbbing, swollen, red. You could feel it, the heat, the ache, and still he didn’t stop. Didn’t let up.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his fingers slipping between your folds, teasing, taunting. “Do you like this? Does it turn you on, knowing how much pain you can take? How much I can give you?”

You couldn’t answer, couldn’t speak, but your body did, your hips arching into his touch, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Good girl,” he purred, his fingers now inside you, stretching, filling you as his thumb circled your clit. “You’re going to come for me. You’re going to scream.”

And you did, your body trembling, shaking as the orgasm ripped through you, wave after wave of pleasure-pain, leaving you gasping, sobbing, as he watched, a smirk playing on his lips.

He didn’t stop. Not for hours. He used you, every inch of you, his hands, his mouth, his cock. He slapped your cunt until it was raw, until you could barely stand the touch of his fingers. He tied you in new positions, each one more degrading than the last, forcing you to look at him, to see the pleasure in his eyes as he took you, owned you.

He whispered filth in your ear, dark, twisted things that made your stomach churn and your body burn. He made you beg, made you cry, and then he made you come again, and again, until you were nothing but a trembling, sobbing mess beneath him.

“You’re mine,” he repeated, over and over, as if he needed to convince you, as if you could ever forget. “Mine.”

And when he finally untied you, when he finally let you rest, you knew it wasn’t over. He was leaving soon, flying back to his country, but this… this was just the beginning.

Because he had made you his plaything. And he wasn’t going to let you go.

“Rest,” he said, his hand stroking your hair as you lay on the bed, your body aching, your mind reeling. “Because tomorrow, we’re going to do it all over again.”

You closed your eyes, not because you wanted to, but because you had no choice. And as you drifted off, his hands still on your body, his words still in your ears, you knew one thing for certain.

He wasn’t lying.

@beuclair inspired :3

Socially isolated boss who steals your dna and makes a digital copy of you for his own pleasure.

Your a hard working girl who just got hired at her new job at a gaming company, good hours, high pay. What more could you ask for? You find yourself adapting nicely, making friends, excelling at your position. The only problem is... your boss. Hes just always lurking. Always finding ways to interject awkwardly into conversations. Its hard not feel bad for the guy, hes rich but i guess money cant buy friends.

You try to make him feel welcome, like he can trust you, but god does he make it hard. The other day you were having a civil conversation, something about new softwares, not too personal. You look down and see his hard on?? Who gets hard talkimg about fucking computers?? Not even that hes just so condescending when you do get a bit personal. Making jokes about how you should be at home instead of a job like this or how you should work on your appearance for work. Its all just so weird.

But anyway, after finishing this long day of work you cant finish your sandwich and coffee and end up throwing it away in the small trash can on your desk, the custodian will deal with it. You clock out and say goodbye to your boss who seemed like he wasnt even working just lingering.

Little did you know, that the second you walked out that door he went straight to your trashcan, finding what he seemed to think was basically gold.

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You open your eyes to a room??? This isnt your room. You dont know where you are and you certainly dont know why your wearing a pj set that isnt yours.

You get up, scared but also assessing the situation, your not hurt and you can move just fine. You tip toe out of the bedroom to the rest of the house and its.. gorgeous?? Like everything you would ever want it to be. You take the time to realize the bedroom was just as beautiful and the questions in your mind keep multiplying by the minute.

Suddenly the lights start flickering slowly and turn on almost all by themselves, as if the house was "powering on". You realize that suddenly someone is opening a door. Scared you duck behind a corner as this voice calls your name. It sounds familiar, but also not?? You peek out and you see your boss? But much more handsome, as if he had gone through some minor surgeries and an overrall glow up.

"Oh thank god, i was worried there was a glitch or something". What? He's talking nonsense as your scared because youve been fucking kidnapped. "Where am i, why did you bring me here" honestly very obvious questions on your part, but your scared and whos to blame you? He doesn't answer and just stares. Theres something insidious about the way he looks at you, something almost terrifyingly loving.

"Goodness, did you not read the note??" He pauses almost trying to properly align his words. "You... your not real". You scoff and almost giggle. Because what is this lunatic even talking about? Bitch of course im fucking real, but before you can reply he continues. "I took your dna. Your not actually here this is a digital copy of you.. and my god im so glad it worked this perfectly " i mean he must be absolutely insane.? Thats not possible and it cant be true you have all your memories, your emotions, your values, everything that makes you.. you.

Hes said enough. You make a mad dash for the front door, almost tripping down the stairs. It opens, relieved you run out the front porch only to be stopped? The second you reach the end point of the front yard.. its like.. a digital screen?? No. This cannot be real, this is a prank or a dream! Yes its just a crazy dream and your gonna wake up soon.

You blink and your infront of your boss again. No. This isnt happening to you, your too smart, too cautious, too-

"Its okay, you'll adjust. There's nowhere for you to go anyway"

And there isnt. Youve tried and tried, only to end up back in his arms. Your real self clueless of the hell happening to you

Guys this is the first time i try to write any type of imagine please be nice😣 also pls leave constructive criticism id love to know your thoughts and opinions!!

Cute date idea, I’ll tie you up and cut your clothes off while you try and pretend I can’t see how wet you are.

I need to be fucked.

As hard as you want. Doing anything to me. Even if I don’t like it. Make me like it. Fuck my ass and fill up both holes. Slap me to the point I have marks. Bite me till I’m screaming. I want to beg for you to stop; just for you to call me pretty. Make me feel like this is all I deserve. Remind me of my place. Choke me till I pass out and keep fucking me however much you want. Smack me awake and make me feel crazy for not liking it. Tell me what I like. I just need to be fucked.

~ And I want this from anyone, just need to be fucked. <3

Love is spreading your legs wide. Love is taking in every inch of my cock.

Love is a gun to your head and a knife to your throat. Love is, “if you make any noise, you’re fucking dead.”

Love is rape.

Saying no, but I’m soaked.