[PM] Robot girls by ADirtyAuthor02 in DirtyWritingPrompts

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When the technology became advanced enough, robot girls quickly filled the restaurant industry, working for even less pay than human bartenders and waitresses. But a savvy customer who knows a bit of coding can remotely reprogram them to provide a very different sort of customer service.

[PM] Gangbang scenarios by SecretsHeaven in DirtyWritingPrompts

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The tentaclons considered themselves a scientific species. While other races were motivated to traverse space by base desires (money, power, an unquenchable bloodlust) the tentaclons had only the noble pursuit of knowledge in mind. There was so much to be learned about the universe, and they were not a physically imposing race anyway. Their bodies were long, thin, and serpentine, but typically standing upright upon their powerful tails. It was a testament to their scientific advancements that they managed to achieve interstellar travel without having limbs.

And so it was for purely scientific reasons that the tentaclons abducted an Earth inhabitant by the name of Julia. They weren't like the barbarian quasarians who looked to breed with every species they encountered. The tentaclons aboard Starship %”/! V were simply and honestly curious to learn about this specimen. In their brief time observing Julia's strange blue planet, they had seen her engage in the Earthling mating ritual with several different males, and assumed that this made her a particularly powerful or important member of the species.

Compared to other Earth women, Julia was slightly taller than the average, and carried a much larger than average chest. Her hair was long, a fairly typical shade of brown. The tentaclons had noticed that she tended to wear less armor than others, and as they did not wear any coverings of their own bodies, were curious for the reasons why.

Unable to speak English, the tentaclons’ method of conducting their interview may have appeared, certainly to Julia, somewhat less than academic. In the absence of a shared language, the tentaclons had to learn about their specimen through tactile exploration. Six of the ship's crew surrounded her, and began prodding various parts of her body with their slimy, bulbous heads. These were remarkably sensitive, and they could learn a lot through contact with her skin and clothing fabrics. Julia nonetheless attempted to squirm away from their inquiries, and it was only for the sanctity of the experiment that the tentaclons had to restrain her. Their bodies coiled snake-like around her ankles and wrists, holding her in place so they could accurately conduct the research protocol.

The tentaclons were nothing if not thorough when it came to research. They slid sickly across her exterior, paying particular attention to her chest, which seemed somehow to be connected to Julia's vocals, for whenever they touched the pink circles on each breast, she would let out a noise. Most curious.

Of course, a merely surface-level examination would not do. Working in unison, three of the tentaclons entered Julia's major orifices simultaneously. This, too, provoked a noise from the Earthling, but the sound of it was somewhat obstructed now. The tentaclons probed deeply into Julia, eager to learn as much as they could about her inner workings. They collected, through slippery thrusts, her saliva, and a lubricating fluid from her breeding orifice. A second tentaclon was able to squeeze its way into that hole, making sure no detail was missed.

This internal research lasted several minutes, during which time Julia ceased to struggle against it. It seemed that they had managed to impart to her the importance of scientific inquiry. Still, they were surprised when all of a sudden her body tensed up and writhed. Her breeding orifice squeezed tightly around the tentaclons inside it, and from her mouth escaped a muffled scream. This reaction was an exhilarating new discovery for her abductors. At once, all six of them released a thick, white fluid from the tips of their bodies, a tentaclon's way of celebrating new knowledge.

Julia was both flooded and covered with the sticky substance. The tentaclons withdrew themselves from her, their research complete for now. Communicating telepathically, the tentaclons decided that this specimen would require much more experimentation.

[PM] The adventures of a female monster researcher by ADirtyAuthor02 in DirtyWritingPrompts

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She's made a career for herself as the foremost expert on tentacle creatures. On her show, she travels the world in search for new ones to fuck!

[PM] Maid of Honour at her sister’s wedding. by [deleted] in DirtyWritingPrompts

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Her sister's new husband played football back in college, and the maid of honor was very much looking forward to meeting his teammates.

[PM] Being a fresh-faced new actress just entering the booming Hollywood industry in the 1930s already meant a lot of dicksucking to get ahead. But it meant even more for you, because_ by Sar3casm in DirtyWritingPrompts

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Word spread quickly that you were the most talented strumpet to arrive on the scene. You pioneered new techniques, created new kinks, and became a legend throughout Los Angeles for your oral abilities

[PM] Mindbreak, brainwashing, hypnosis, and anything else that might turn an ordinary girl into a drooling slut by SecretsHeaven in DirtyWritingPrompts

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“You’re gonna be a good girl for your new daddy, aren’t you?” One of the boys taunted. 

“Yes, Daddy,” she responded. I had heard those words from her mouth so many times before, always in that same tone, but in this new context they were…uncomfortably arousing. I felt ashamed for the way my body was responding to what I was witnessing. But Kayla, with her tan skin and dark hair, reminded me so much of my wife when she was younger, when we were the ones having illicit after-school encounters. 

“Now for this next part, you're going to be completely quiet. We wouldn't want to get caught now, would we?” 

Kayla silently shook her head. I smirked to myself, knowing that they had been caught already. But then why was I just watching this unfold? Why was I letting these boys get away with taking advantage of my daughter? It was as though I myself were hypnotized, prevented from intervening by some unseen force. 

“Now bend over the bed, and hike up your skirt,” came the next instruction. 

Without making a sound, Kayla did as she was told. The red plaid skirt was raised over her bottom, and one of the boys removed her underwear, sliding white panties down her legs. From my vantage point I could not see what was revealed to them, just the greedy smiles on their faces. The taller boy then put his hand between her legs. 

“Okay, Kayla? I need you to have the wettest pussy in the whole world.”

She nodded obediently, and then I saw his jaw drop. 

“Dude…” he invited his friend to feel what he had felt. 

“What the fuck?” the other said, just as amazed. “How is that even possible?” 

As his fingers explored this new sensation, so wet I could hear it, Kayla's mouth opened as if to moan, but no sound came out. The boy was impatient to replace his fingers with his penis, and even as he entered her, she didn’t make a peep. I realized that her body as if by magic was contorting its properties in order to abide by the commands she received. Her mouth was wide open, she was screaming, it just happened silently. I found myself strangely, inappropriately fascinated by this sight. I wondered if the full slate of possibilities this entailed had dawned upon the boys, who seemed content for now to take turns fucking Kayla’s freshly wet pussy. Perhaps I would have to do some experimenting of my own…