‘Stupid girl,’ Darren chuckled to himself. ‘I’ll do what I want to you.’ He flicked the switch on the vibrator up again and suddenly I was screaming, the tiny little sharp vibrating teeth too much for my sensitive clit to bear. Darren ignored me, starting to fuck me in earnest, ramming himself into me hard. ‘I’m teaching you a lesson, Abigail,’ he grunted. ‘Your job is to be fucked and to obey. Nothing else. You’re not capable of anything more complex than that, are you, darling?’
Did you know The Bimbo Wedding is a novel?
‘You’re going to love your new boobs. You’re going to love clothes and lingerie, and dressing yourself up every day to look like my cute bimbo fuckdoll. And you’re going to love pleasing me and obeying me. Aren’t you, darling?’
Abigail thinks the ‘bimbo’ theme of her cousin’s wedding is a joke. But she soon discovers that it’s completely serious, as the cruel, arrogant Darren immediately sets his sights on transforming Abigail into the compliant bimbo fuckdoll of his dreams.
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My bimbo series is a trilogy with heavy non-consent, breeding and enslavement themes. The third part of the series will be released in January 2024 ❤️
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The Bimbo Wedding: Chapter 8
[Femsub maledom bimbo erotica with hypno / mind control, non-consent and breeding]
‘Your job is to be fucked and to obey. You’re not capable of anything more complex than that, are you, darling?’
I wanted to argue with Darren but I couldn’t stop screaming at the intense sensations in my clitoris.
‘Answer me,’ he said, grunting as he kept fucking me from behind.
It was easier to answer than to resist him. ‘My job is to be fucked and obey,’ I yelped, struggling to breathe while I said the words. My clit was screaming at me that the sensation was too much, I couldn’t cum like this, it was too intense, too strong.
‘You bet,’ Darren said, sounding satisfied. ‘Cum now, tits.’
He flicked the switch again higher on the vibrator and, screaming, I came, my clit exploding with white hot energy while I still struggled to get away from the sensations. Darren just laughed as I screamed into the bedclothes, my face a sopping mess of tears and saliva.
‘Once more, girl,’ Darren chuckled, leaving the clamp running. ‘I’ll cum and then I’ll let you cum.’
‘No, please,’ I moaned, whimpering uncontrollably. ‘Please, no more.’
Darren’s only response was to cruelly flick the vibrator onto a higher setting so that I started screaming again almost immediately. I tried unthinkingly to get away from the sensation but he was stronger than me, especially with the extra leverage of the belt around my hips. I knew that my attempts to escape the sensations were just amusing him as he ruthlessly jabbed himself into me, hard and fast and uncaring of the sensations I was feeling.
I had never felt anything like it before. Darren was hammering his hard, thick shaft ruthlessly, painfully into my cervix, picking a rhythm and a depth that suited him. I would have been screaming from the penetration alone but the vibrator on my clit felt like red hot needles, forcing me to feel the intense sensation.
Then Darren grabbed me by my hair and pulled me physically upright while still fucking me, growling at me to ‘get up here’.
I had lost all track of time, caught up in the sensations and struggling to breathe while screaming. Darren pulled me backwards and walked me off the bed, before pushing me roughly forward across the high back of the lounge in his room. My feet didn’t touch the floor, even in the high heels I was still wearing, and then he was viciously hammering himself into me, ignoring my screams. Trapped between him and the firm back of the lounge, I couldn’t move and was forced to feel every ruthless thrust.
Finally, when I thought I was going to die, I heard him groaning deeply, and I knew he was cumming inside me again, spilling himself deep into me.
‘This is what it feels like to take a man’s seed,’ he grunted, his thick shaft still stiff inside me. ‘This is your job, darling. My seed’s going to be alive inside you for the rest of the week. Say thank you.’
‘Thank you,’ I gasped, forcing the words out.
I felt so embarrassed and compromised, trapped by him against the back of the lounge, his shaft buried deep inside me. I found his words shocking but I couldn’t focus on them because the toy was still buzzing sharply along the full length of my clitoris and pussy.
‘You’re not cumming yet, love,’ Darren said roughly, holding me firmly trapped.
I wanted to fight him to get away from the sensations on my clit but I had no purchase on the soft couch and my feet were off the ground. ‘When you belong to me, I’ll hoist you up in a sex sling and make you scream like this for my pleasure. For hours if I want.’
‘No,’ I gasped. ‘No, please.’
‘You’re a doll,’ Darren said again dismissively. ‘A doll built for sex and breeding. I want to hear you say it.’
‘I’m a doll,’ I forced out, struggling to form the words. ‘I’m…’ I couldn’t say it. It was too embarrassing.
‘Say it,’ said Darren, his voice harsh and unforgiving.
He flicked the switch up higher on the vibrator so that its little teeth felt like spiky, buzzing needles torturing my clit. I screamed again, writhing up against Darren’s hands, my lower back arching. I was trying to get away from the sensation but the vibrator was clipped to me and so of course it didn’t work.
‘Oh, god,’ I moaned, saliva running out of my mouth. ‘Make it stop. Please.’
‘Say the words, tits,’ Darren said ruthlessly, unfeelingly.
I whimpered in desperation.
‘I’m b-built for s-sex and b-breed-ding,’ I stammered out, tears in my eyes while I struggled for breath. I couldn’t believe how much the words turned me on and I flushed with embarrassment, horrified at myself.
‘Damn straight you are,’ said Darren. ‘When I own you, I’ll get you fertile and then I’ll breed you. And you’ll just smile at me and say ‘yes Darren’, won’t you?’
‘Yes, Darren,’ I wailed while the spiky toy on my clit continued to torture me. ‘Yes, Darren.’
‘Good doll,’ Darren said, his voice rich and warm. ‘Now. Cum, tits,’ he said brusquely, switching the vibrator up one last time, and just like that, hoarse from screaming, I came, my clitoris still yelling at me that it was too much, my whole pussy exploding in hot energy.
I was vague after that but I know Darren manhandled me back onto the bed, finally removing the clamp from my clit. I wanted to leave but I couldn’t walk just yet so I let him slide me into bed and pull me close to him, rather as if I was in fact the doll he had called me. He didn’t remove my scrunched up dress or my lingerie or even my ridiculous shoes, and I fell asleep with him beside me, only to wake in the middle of the night to hear him breathing deeply next to me, fast asleep.
I decided that I wanted to spend the rest of the night in my own bed, so I slipped carefully out of the bed so as not to wake him and tip-toed out of the room, cautiously shutting it behind me. It took me a while wandering the corridors but finally I found my room and shut myself inside with a huge sigh of relief.
It wasn’t actually that late and down below I could hear some kind of horseplay going on, one or two of the women screaming and yelling. I wondered if a similar scene was playing out downstairs in the lounge to what Darren and I had just done in his room.
In the golden light of my bedside lamp, I looked like a mess. The tube dress was scrunched around my waist and my boobs and pussy were fully on display despite me technically still wearing the bra and crotchless panties. My make-up had run right down my face and I saw, humiliatingly, embarrassingly, a thick, wet smear of white liquid on my inner thigh, and I knew this was Darren’s cum. Or some of it at least. The rest was still inside me.
‘I’m leaving first thing,’ I muttered to myself, climbing straight into bed and sinking deep into sleep.
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