Fantasies with AI

Roy didn’t wait for an answer. He spat into his palm—a wet, nasty ptui—and slicked up his cock, which was already thick and angry-looking. He rolled her onto her side, then onto her stomach, her bound arms trapped awkwardly beneath her. He grabbed her hips, yanking her ass into the air.

“Gonna break in this asshole first,” he grunted. “Gotta thank your previous boyfriend for warming up the main event.” He spat again, this time directly onto her backdoor. The cold glob shocked her. Splatt. He rubbed his thumb against the tight ring of muscle, a rough, dry friction that made her gasp. Mmmnpfh!

“Please… it’s too… I’ve never…” she whimpered into the dirty wood.

“First time for everything, princess,” Jake said, kneeling in front of her face. He freed his own dick, slapping it against her cheek. Pat. Pat. “Open that pretty mouth. You’re gonna suck my dick while Roy wrecks your ass.”

The command was absolute. Her mind screamed in protest, but her body, humming with a perverse electricity, obeyed. She opened her mouth. Jake didn’t hesitate. He shoved his cock past her lips, the head hitting the back of her throat. Glrk. She gagged, tears springing to her eyes.

Behind her, Roy pressed the fat head of his cock against her asshole. “Here we fucking go,” he growled.

He pushed. The pain was instant and searing, a white-hot tear that made her scream around the dick in her mouth. Gaaaahhh! Her body fought the invasion, clamping down, but he was relentless, using his weight to forse himself inside her. Squelch. Pop. A sickening, wet sound as her body gave way and he sank deep into her rectum. The stretch was unbearable, a fiery fullness that consumed her entire world.

“Fuck yeah! That’s a tight fucking asshole!” Roy roared, his hands digging bruises into her hips. He began to move, short, brutal thrusts that shredded her nerves. Thump. Thump. Thump. Each one sent a jolt through her frame.

The dual violation was overwhelming. Jake fucked her face, his grip tangled in her hair, holding her still as he pumped in and out. Glrk. Shlurp. Her throat convulsed around him, spit and pre-cum dripping down her chin. Roy’s pounding rhythm in her ass was a brutal counterpoint, the filthy, wet sounds of his thrusts filling the air. Splortch. Squelch.

But then, something shifted. The sharp pain began to blur, mutating into a deep, resonant pressure. The sheer, overwhelming fullness in her ass started to feel… good. A shocking, degrading pleasure began to radiate from her core. Her cunt, ignored and dripping, clenched around nothing, aching for attention. A low, broken moan escaped her, muffled by Jake’s cock.

“Hear that?” Roy grunted, his thrusts becoming smoother, deeper. “The slut’s starting to like it. Her ass is sucking me in. Glorp. Fuck, it’s gripping my dick.”

He was right. Her body was betraying her, accepting him, milking his shaft with involuntary contractions. The shame was still there, a burning coal in her gut, but it was now fuel for the fire spreading through her limbs. She was a naked, bound, used thing, being fucked in both ends by strangers, and a part of her was screaming for more.

Jake groaned, his hips stuttering. “Gonna come, you filthy bitch. Swallow it.” His cock pulsed, and a hot, salty rush flooded her mouth. Gulp. Gulp. She had no choice but to obey, swallowing his release as Roy continued to hammer her ass.

Roy’s pace became frantic, his breath ragged. “Yeah, take it! Take this fucking ass-fucking! I’m gonna fill your shitter up!”

His final thrusts were wild, pounding into her with a forse that shook the platform. He buried himself to the hilt with a guttural roar, and she felt the hot, sudden gush of his cum flooding her bowels. Splurt. Gush. The sensation was grotesque and intensely intimate, a claiming that went deeper than Marcus’s ever had.

He collapsed on top of her for a moment, his weight pressing her into the floor, his cum leaking out around his softening cock with a wet shlllck as he pulled out.

The bearded man, Roy, shifted his weight off her, his breath still coming in heavy pants. He looked down at her, a crooked grin splitting his rough face. “One hell of a warm-up.” He grabbed her shoulder, rolling her onto her back. Her bound arms screamed in protest underneath her. “My turn in the front door.”

Jake, still catching his breath, moved behind her head, his fingers threading through her hair again. “Think she can take another fucking?” he asked, his voice rough.

Roy just laughed, low and dark, positioning his thick cock at her slick, well-used entrance. “She’ll take it. She’s built for it. Look at her. Her fucking cunt is begging for it.”

He notched the head of his dick against her, and Elena’s eyes, wide and glazed, met his. A single, traitorous thought echoed in the shattered remains of her mind. Yes.
 

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Roy’s thick fingers worked at the rough knot binding her wrists. The rope, wet with sweat and dew, finally gave way with a coarse skritch-scratch. Elena’s arms flopped to the splintered wood of the platform, the sudden rush of blood back into her hands a painful, prickling fire.

“There we go,” Roy grunted, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the floorboards. “Now, let’s see how fast our little forest whore can run.”

He didn’t let her stand. A heavy, calloused hand slammed down on the small of her back, shoving her forward. “On your hands and knees. That’s how an animal like you should travel.”

Elena gasped, the air knocking from her lungs. The crude command was paralyzing. But a sharper prod from Roy’s boot against her ass cheek sent a jolt of terrified obedience through her. She scrambled over the edge of the platform, her bare skin scraping down the rough-hewn ladder. Thump. Thump. She landed hard on the mossy ground below, the impact shuddering up her spine.

“Go on, then!” Jake yelled from above, his laughter sharp and cruel. “Give us a show! We’ll give you a ten-second head start.”

The humiliation was a hot brand. But the fear was colder, sharper. It pushed her forward. She dropped onto all fours, her palms pressing into the cool, damp earth, her knees sinking into the soft loam. She crawled. The movement was awkward, jarring. Every pull of her muscles sent a fresh ache through her sore, well-used holes. Roy’s cum was a cold, sticky trickle down the inside of her thigh. Marcus’s was a dried, tacky reminder on her skin. She was a canvas of their violations.

Break a branch. Leave a mark. They’ll find you. The sensible thought was a dim echo in a mind fogged with panic and a dark, throbbing arousal she hated herself for. Her naked body, flushed and sensitive, brushed against ferns and low-hanging branches. Each leaf felt like a caress, a tease against her over-stimulated nerves. Her cunt, though sore, pulsed with a hollow, empty ache. Her ass burned with the memory of being stretched and filled.

“Time’s up!” Roy’s voice bellowed from far too close behind her.

A fresh surge of adrenaline shot through her. She tried to move faster, her hands slapping against the ground, her knees dragging through the undergrowth. Slap. Thud. Slap. The sounds of her frantic escape were pathetic, humiliating.

She heard their boots then, two sets of heavy, deliberate footfalls crunching through the forest debris. They weren’t running. They were strolling. Taking their time. The predators who knew their prey was already caught.

“Look at that ass wobble,” Jake called out, his voice laced with a dark amusement. “Fucking hypnotic. I can still see my handprint on it.”

“Bet her cunt’s winking at us with every step,” Roy answered, his tone conversational, as if discussing the weather. “Begging for another fucking cock to stretch it out.”

Their vulgar commentary was a weapon, each word landing on her exposed skin like a lash. It fed the shame. It also, treacherously, fed the heat coiling deep in her belly. Her breathing hitched, becoming ragged gasps that were as much from a building, unwanted excitement as from exertion. The raw, animalistic nature of this—being hunted on all fours, completely exposed—was unlocking something inside her that Marcus had only just tapped into.

A strong hand closed around her ankle, yanking her to a sudden, violent stop. Yank! She cried out, her chin scraping against the ground.

“Gotcha,” Roy growled.
 
He didn’t pull her up. He flipped her over onto her back right there on the forest floor. The world spun—green leaves, gray sky, the two dark, hungry figures looming over her. Ferns tickled her sides. A small rock dug into her shoulder blade.

Roy was on her in an instant, his powerful body settling between her splayed legs. His camouflage pants were already undone, his thick, hard cock springing free. He spat into his palm, a wet ptui, and slicked his length, his eyes never leaving hers.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it, you filthy bitch?” he grunted, notching the fat, swollen head of his dick against her slick entrance. “Crawling through the dirt like a slut in heat. You knew we’d catch you. You wanted us to.”

“No,” she whimpered, but the word was a lie, and they all knew it. Her body arched toward him, her hips giving a tiny, involuntary lift.

He drove into her. Unngh! The brutal, familiar fullness stole her breath. He was so much thicker than Marcus, stretching her sore cunt walls with a burn that instantly bordered on pleasure. He didn’t wait for her to adjust. He set a punishing, deep rhythm, his hips pistoning against her, his pubic bone grinding into her clit with every thrust. Smack. Smack. Smack. The wet, messy sound of their joining filled the small clearing. Squelch. Glorp.

“Fuck, yeah! This is a well-fucked cunt!” Roy roared, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. “It’s sucking me right in! Glorp! Milking my fucking dick already!”

Elena’s head tossed from side to side, her dark hair tangling in the leaves. Pleasure, sharp and shocking, began to eclipse the pain. The degradation, the sheer nastiness of being fucked in the dirt by a stranger who’d hunted her down, was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced. Her moans were no longer protests; they were pleas for more.

Jake dropped to his knees beside her head, his own cock hard and leaking. “Open up, whore. You’re not done earning your way out of these woods.”

Dazed, consumed by the sensations Roy was pounding into her, she obeyed without thought. She opened her mouth. Jake shoved his cock past her lips, fucking her face with shallow, eager thrusts. Glrk. Shlurp. She gagged, tears welling in her eyes, but the violation felt right. It was what she deserved. What she needed.

Roy’s pace became frantic, his thrusts losing all rhythm. “Gonna fill this greedy cunt up! Gonna pump you so full of come it leaks out for days!”

His body went rigid above her, and with a guttural roar, he slammed into her one final time. She felt the hot, liquid burst deep inside her, jet after jet, a claiming that seemed to sear her very soul. Splurt. Gush. The sensation triggered her own climax, a violent, shaking eruption that tore through her without permission. Her cunt clenched around his pulsing cock, milking him dry, her screams muffled around the dick in her mouth.

Roy collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the earth. As he softened inside her with a wet shlllk, Jake grabbed her hair, pulling her mouth tighter onto him.

“Swallow it all, you dirty fucking animal,” Jake snarled, his own orgasm hitting. Gulp. Gulp. The salty bitterness flooded her throat, and she had no choice but to obey.

Jake pulled out, wiping his dick on her cheek. Roy shifted his weight off, leaving her lying broken and soaked in the ferns. He looked down at her, a savage grin on his bearded face.

“Now that,” he panted, “was a proper fuck.” He gestured to her splayed, dripping form. “Your turn, Jake. Think you can make her crawl for you, too?”
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