Thread: [M4f] Santa's looking for a pair of Ho-Ho-Ho's (from con to extreme noncon)

RE A new request thread! It's still bare, but I'll be updating. Below are some recent samples of writing from some newer role plays. I've been writing a lot. See more A sample of an average post said From a dark carnival role play. As the large, tattooed and hairy man towered over Evelyn, whose face was wet and shined from various liquids and fluids. Her eyes widened with fear again as she realized that there was still one last humiliating part to go through. Only getting a few words out before his ass was planted on her face, she slowly started to lick his stinky, and unsightly rear. A coarse moan bellowed out of the large man as soon as he tongue touched his ass. Pushing back with his ass as soon as he felt her mouth land. He wiggled his back and forth from side to side as he furiously rubbed his shaft. The sounds of him whacking off filled the sounds of the cabin as Evelyn's muffled cries were only heard by herself. FAP! FAP! FAP! FAP! FAP! FAP! FAP! Gregor raising his hips a little bit, he rocked his hips back and forth rubbing her entire face with his putrid asshole, taint, and ball sack. All of Tiara's pussy juice, cum and piss was being mopped around Eve's face by a large, smelly, and rough ball sack. Leaving his balls over mouth, he barked below to the slave, Be gentle, and suck on them like your life depends on it. Continuing to masturbate, he reach forward with free hand, his bear paw landed on her pussy. Spreading her lips with two of his fingers, he used his thumb to abuse and fiercely massage her clit. His hands were as rough as he was being. Tender, and caring he was not! Rubbing her moist lips in tight circles, his large and tattooed arms were tense as he massaged her dark lipped pussy with the intensity of a machine. Evelyn's cunt was already hypersensitive from the passionate and sensual tonguing of Tiara. Now she was getting the flip side of the coin, her rough and gruff husband. He was used to being as rough on as his wife as she could take. Except, Evelyn's cunt wasn't used to such rough abuse, nor did she get off on it directly. Pulling his massive testicles out of her mouth, and tilting his hips back forward he pushing his brown button back to her lips. Gregor's moans, and panting became heavily as he could feel his orgasm churning in his gonads. Gyrating his hips, he rubbed his ass all across her face, with her taint, and asshole right behind it. Stopping the vibrating assault on her pussy, he raised his hand and slapped it bringing it back down sharply on her cunt with another slap. He barked, Lick faster bitch! As his fapping intensified he could feel himself on the brink of a knee-shaking orgasm. FAP!FAP!FAP!FAP!FAP!FAP!FAP! Dropping his full weight onto Evelyn's face he completely smothered her and was suffocating her with his pungent ass. Evelyn's panicked screams and squirming was all nullified by her restraints and Gregor's massive body. For 20 seconds he furiously masturbating with his eyes rolling back into his head, moaning as if in a trance. Leaning back, putting more of his weight onto her face, his cock exploded with an orgasm. Standing up at the initial orgasm, his large glops of hot cum rained down on to Evelyn's hips and torso. The last few dribbles, dripping down belong to Eve's heaving chest as she was still gasping for air. Rubbing the head of his cock, milking it making sure that ever drop landed on the mostly revealed girl. Turning around so he was facing the bound girl, he ordered, Say 'Aahhhhhh, as a golden stream of urine pointed for her mouth beamed out of Gregor's semi-erect cock. His piss was hot, more pungent and more bitter than his wifes. Everything about Gregor was generally just a little more disgusting, or a lot more in your comparing him to his porcelain-doll wife. His piss was long, lasting about 15 seconds before it seized up to a dribble. Tiara had been working on untying the knots, to begin and free their captive. Tiara whispering in Evelyn's ear, Don't do anything stupid now. As she got 4 of the 5 knots untied, she chirped again in her ear, Maybe next time we can play without all of the ropes. We'll want to do this again sometimes soon. It's good to have some freaks as friends you know. Untying her completely, Evelyn was free of the chair and her rope restraints. Gregor stomped back over to his tiny and shitty cot, plopping onto it he got cozy as he readied up for a nice nap after such a good orgasm. Tiara scurried around her end of the carriage, finding a large and thick towel she tossed it over to the negro girl on the ground, That's about all we got, toots. Turning around and walking back over to her vanity, she dug through a drawer cursing as she looked for something. Finding it, she tossed it back to the girl, That's alcohol for your piercings. You are to clean them twice a day until you run out of alcohol. Find more alcohol and do that for about two weeks. Turning around and sitting on her vanity stand, she crossed her legs, You are going to keep your piercings, no chance of those coming out. I don't want to threaten you, just keep them maintained. You'll stop by here next week sometimes, I'll make sure that they're all healing as needed. Don't make us come find you. The inked woman said with a smile and a wink. Getting up and retrieving Evelyn's dress, she tossed it at the girl, With all due respect, we've had our fun and we're a little tired, so get out bitch. And lastly, I'm afraid we never got your name sweetie, what would that be? Click to expand... A sample of an average post said From a monster insect role play. Up in the observation deck, Dr. Middleton even jumped back in horror when she saw the King Termite pick up it's victim in it's mandibles. Dr. Middleton was only expecting the absolute worse out of this situation. Covering her face with her hands, she peered in between her fingers. She knew that if the termite wanted it could slice her into two pieces. Karen didn't need to directly see her raped, violated and amputated former-colleague snuffed off. Despite just seeing Dr. Chandlers body crushed and impaled to a bloody mess, the caramel skinned woman, wasn't screaming at the top of her lungs. She drowned, and was bludgeoned to a much more painful and gruesome death. You couldn't even compare the two assaults, both were monstrous and unusually cruel. The naked, seeping, and inflated woman screamed bloody murder when she was hoisted into the air. Yet, the thing that Dr. Middleton was so afraid to see, was tame in comparison to what the King had in mind. When Charles dropped Emiko onto his fully erect shaft, The Director had to jump out of her seat and catch her breath. That was the line for her, despite having her back turned to the laboratory temporarily it didn't stop her from hearing the busty Asian woman screaming and howling. If Dr. Middleton didn't know what was going beneath her, she wouldn't have believed that those noises came out of a human being. They were guttural, primordial screams, that matched the suffered that she was enduring. They were the screams that would Karen awake at night she now knew the demon that would torment her in her sleep. The shrieking howls and moans went on for about a minute, the longest and most grueling minute that Karen had even endured. Then suddenly, the screaming and animistic cries seized suddenly. The Director immediately snapped back around to her post, and had to confront the scene before her fearing the worst. Karen was crying as she looked down below, gagging at the horror she could never forget. Gasping for breathe again trying not to vomit on the her command station, she looked up at the video link with her peer, Dr. Mower was absent, she didn't know if he was to return. Fumbling back into her coat pocket, she flicked open her pill case, she emptied the rest of the pills. She needed to try and maintain she had the illusion of control over herself. Reaching down to her purse to the left, she dug for a box of cigarettes. Karen didn't smoke often, only when she truly felt stressed. It dirty habit, a cigarette or two a week, it really hit the spot. Nearly every professional lab on the planet has a strict no-smoking policy on the premise, including the TITAN labs. Putting the menthol cigarette to her lips, she still hesitated knowing that some sort of action would be taken against her for that. It only passed Karen for a split-second as she lit her smoke and inhaled deeply and slowly. Her hands stopped trembling and she could feel her heart-rate calm a little. But a handful of Valium and a good cigarette should do that. Exhaling as she looked down to examine what Charles was currently doing to violate Emiko. Exhaling as she looked down below again, she had to fight the urge to gag again. The screaming, and just the brutality of it all her womb completely destroyed and filled with foreign offspring. Then, to get fucked to impregnate and fertilize that offspring? It made Karen tighten her legs, and feel her cervix quench in pain. Finally, forcing herself to process what was happening she smoked that cigarette to the filter in a matter of puffs. Shaking her head as she lit her second cig, she mumbled to herself, Holy. Fucking. Shit. Karen had been raised religious, falling out of it reaching her rebellious teen-aged years. Getting a little weak at the knees, it made her wonder for a split second if the Heavens and Hells were real, that she would certainly have a seat in the latter. Karen's view of Emiko couldn't be any more direct. Looking straight down, 9-12 feet below her was Emiko and Charles. Charles was showing himself to be a nearly perfect specimen in form, strength, and was exhibiting phenomenal stamina in a lower oxygen density. Dr. Akiyama...she was a sight to behold. Dr. Middlton's brain was running laps trying to imagine what was keeping her alive. This level of abuse was, in her opinion, surpassing the limits of what she knew the human body could endure and survive. Emiko's belly prior to this had been heavily swollen, almost looked like she was pregnant. With each thrust from the termite's ribbed and studded pole Emiko's stomach stretched and expanded cartoonishly it was so dramatic. Her skin and stomach stretching, tearing stretch marks with each thrust. With each hump, Emiko's trembling body, jolted hard each time he rammed into her. Charles had forced his tongue down Emiko's throat violently, which was why Karen had stopped hearing her soul-retching howls. The king was emptying it's stomach into her stomach, the King only knew how to empty it's entire stomach. Karen had a clear view of it's tongue, it pumped at least a dozen times. The 'Queen's' face was ghost white, a viscous pinkish liquid pumped through her nose and mouth with each thrust. Her nostrils flaring for breath between each thrust. The King pumped a total of 20 times before pulling his tongue from her throat. The Queen's body was starting to look like a water balloon with arms. Her stomach and womb were both at hyper-capacity. The middle two legs of the arthropod held the nude broodmother-to-be to his body. Pistoning into her womb, his entire length forced into her crammed orifice. Emiko's breasts slapped into her extended stomach and uterus. The eggs could be seen pressing against her skin, the faint outline of 6 dozen eggs across her bloated body. Jiggling obscenely, her mouth and nose only oozed. As the King held her there, he let out titanic screech, HHHHHGGGGGNNNNKKKKKCCCCHHHHHTTTHHHHDDDTTT!!!! It's wings started to flap and flutter enough to make wind off of them. His whole body started to shake at a devastatingly fast frequency. Thrusting in and out of her, just enough to get the last nodules on his cock to rip in and out of her cunt. Stretching it over 4 inches in girth, it completely ruined her vagina. Ramming his entire length back into her, his majesty came inside Emiko. It was a spectacular sight to see, her body was at capacity 10 minutes ago insect cum rocketing out of her stuffed cavern. Her nose and mouth still running with her food, bubbling as she gurgled and fought for air. The sweating, shaking, and pulsating gut of the doctor slowly expanded more, the skin pulling taunt and red as the King emptied his load into her. His injection of sperm was all the same volume as her lunch, 20 massive loads oozing out of her. Charles' wings flew off his body at the end of his climax, he quickly took his arms off the wall and stood on his legs. Dropping his Queen onto the ground gently enough, she fell only a foot. Plopping onto her back, she quickly formed a pool around her from her various holes. Miraculously, she still was clearly fights for air, flaring around--all signs of life. Dr. Middleton, reaching for her cellphone as Charles ran away from his Queen back into his enclosure. He made a B-line back to his apartment, running laps around his own area. Karen lighting her last cigarette, Hey, it's me, I think we got something. Click to expand... A sample of an average post said From a cowgirl role play. That evening in the Cunningham home, Darryl was literally on thin ice with his wife Alexis. He had seen her mad, furious, chaotic in the past, but this was something he had never seen before. She was quick to point any gun on him, so he was just trying to keep her as cool and level-headed as possible. It was clear that he would have no input or say on what she did to Jessie at this point. He had tried to talk sense into Alexis all night but that only ended in fighting, more shotguns getting waved around and Darryl sleeping on the couch for his own safety. Darryl had gotten next to zero sleep knowing what Jessie was going through out in that barn. He tossed and turned all-night debating whether or not his life was worth it to try and get Jessie off the ranch safely. Darryl knew that if he helped her, he was dead. He'd had to runaway and start his life anew elsewhere. The classic farmer's myth of the husband cheating, and the wife going insane had more sinister weight at this moment of Darryl's life. He knew that he should, and that he very-well could get Jessie off the Ranch alive...but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He could take her to the cops, but turn his wife into the cops? He couldn't bring himself to take any action, sobbing himself to a pitiful slumber. The following morning, Alexis had risen at the crack of dawn. Unlike her unfaithful husband, she had slept almost too well. She jumped out of bed, with some spring in her step. Slipping off her nightgown, the elderly woman passed by her full length mirror. Stopping, turning around and looking at herself over her shoulder. Alexis smiled at her reflection, it showed a mature woman with subtle and elegant curves, kissed with the sands of time. Then her envious brain, jumped back to the moment she caught Jessie and her husband together. That feeling of completely spiritual nausea, and physically ill. It made her stomach turn sour, and she gagged from the visceral response. Looking back up in the mirror, her eyes had that fire in them. The silver haired woman, quickly got dressed in her long sleeved flannel, denim overalls tucked into her works boots. Grabbing her pink bandana tying that around her neck, and topping it all off with her retro cowgirl hat from 4 decades ago. Twirling around in the mirror, she made sure she was cute from head to toe, she wanted every aspect of herself to be superior to Jessie. Even if Alexis was already 'superior' to her minor, she was going to reduce her to filth to make sure that Jessie knew it. Running downstairs, making herself a quick easy-over egg on an English muffin with some raspberry jam, heavy on the salt. It was Alexis' absolute favorite breakfast, she basically had that 6 days out of the week. The exception being on the Farm Breakfasts every Friday. Alexis had made plenty of noise in the kitchen to wake of her cheating husband. Passing by the disgruntled man on the coach, I'd be careful if I were you, around me for the next while. Stay away from that shed unless I explicitly tell you otherwise. Alexis' usual sweet and warm voice was cold and blunt. Before sliding out the kitchen door, she spoke across the kitchen, Hey dumbass, why don't you invite your cousins to our big Breakfast tomorrow. Since you'll be doing all the cooking, you can make double for them. Darryl waited a moment before replying, Maurice and Eric..? Alexis getting to the backdoor, No, the one's I hate. I'm serious, invite those fucking degenerates. I need their help with something. Her voice and inflections were all ominous, daring her husband to call her out on any of it. Making her way outside, she darted over to the small red barn on the far side of the property. As she buzzed up she could hear the frantic screams and pleas of help coming from Jessie within the small barn. Alexis glanced at the rising sun over the horizon, it was a little before 6 AM before the elderly woman had reached the barn. Pulling up close to the barn in the golf cart, the distinct humming could be heard from inside the sweltering hot barn. The sounds of two boots hitting the ground, of a small and dangerous woman. Grabbing two buckets, she took a few quick steps to the front of the barn and swung the door open wide. A draft of putrid air blasted Alexis as she stood in the doorway, her darkened outline against the rising morning sun. She stood there for a second, with two large buckets in each hand. She looked down at her captive with a malicious gaze. Licking her lips before speaking, her voice was sweet and polite, You know honey, it'd be wise for you to not stress those windpipes of yours. I can make sure you shut up, if you leave it up to me darlin'. Taking a few steps into the saturated hay of urine, blood, feces. Dropping a bucket of 'feed' to the left side of Jessie. Taking the other bucket, raise it high in the air, and pouring it over Jessie, it was a cold bucket of water. Just a quick, sloppy pour most of the water hitting her head, shoulders, and upper body leaving the her lower half still dirty and filthy. A little water getting onto some of her lower back, and thighs, although it just made the filthy run across her legs and her ass more. Grabbing the other bucket, and she poured it into a trough directly in front of Jessie's chained up face. Alexis gagging a little on the muskiness and rancidness of the barn, Guugh--uhgh...excuse me. A little water to cool you off, before it gets a little hot around noon. Oh-- taking note that Jessie had pissed all over herself, If I had noticed that, I would have washed your ass better. Maybe later. The 'feed' that the mistress had poured for Jessie was a thick, and heavy looking gravystew. Mostly some flour, lots of fat, heavy on the salt, boiled corn, and lots of minced chicken. Truth be told it wasn't a terrible tasting blend either. It was just extraordinarily heavy in fat and starch, it was made to thicken up someone. There was about two pounds of food there, taking a step back Alexis chimed in, There's your food for the day, so eat it as needed. But, if you manage to eat all of it by mid-afternoon, I might have to get you some more. It's fanciest cow feed that I've made to date. Hope it's alright! Alexis walked out of the barn, and back out to her golf cart for a few moments. The sound of her ruffing through a steel-tool box, searching for something. The food that Alexis had prepared for her new heifer was laced with bovine laxatives. The food was so thick, and flavorful the harsh medicine couldn't be detected. A little love goes a long way in the food, it wasn't home-cooking, but she definitely made a good southern gruel. Those laxatives she used are no-joke, made for industrial ranches. When a cow got constipated, it's usually a serious thing when you have 4 stomachs. So this can flush a cow out with ease, again, going heavy on the dosing for her slave. She wanted to Jessie to know what submission was, forcing her body to do things that she simply can't fight. Coming back into the barn with a second bucket of water, she dropped that in front of Jessie's face, I don't want you to get too dehydrated now, need you alive and well enough. Although, Alexis knew that the laxatives were gonna empty her out. She was going to need every drop of water she could get. Without saying a word, she walked around to Jessie's rear. Her boots stepping into the puddle of urine around Jessie's knee's a feet, Disgusting little cow. Running her right hand across Jessie's tight, thighs, hips and ass noticing the initial swelling of her body, How do you feel? Are you sore anywhere? As she spoke, Alexis had a short and stubby carrot she had pulled from the garden on the way over. It was about 6 inches long about a half an inch in girth at the slender end, widening out to a little under an inch an a half. Dipping the carrot in the puddle of urine beneath her, she brushed the carrot up against Jessie's cunt. Sliding the carrot through Jessie's extra plump ass checks, the rough carrot pushed roughly into Jessie puckered anus. With two forceful pushes by the elderly woman, she had planted the carrot completely in Jessie's rear. Only the long green ends poked out of her like a tail. Jessie had writhed and kicked in protest, but with no where for her to go, the sadistic woman forced it into her. The sound of the woman walking away, her boots stepping through wet and disgusting hay walked out the barn. Looking back at her chained up trophy, Eat up and do your best hold on to that carrot...if you're a good girl, you'll get rewarded. I think you might want to try your best to get that reward, because if you don't get rewarded...well you know. I'll see you in a few hours. The barn door closed slowly as the daylight disappeared from inside the barn, the sound of the barn door being locked up, was the last thing Jessie would hear from outside for a few hours. Click to expand...