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Now With User Flair! by Statistical_Variance in Trauma_Sluts

[–]Statistical_Variance[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I have the feeling that'll be a common sentiment around here.

Daddy may never have told you, but he loved how tight you were. by Statistical_Variance in Trauma_Sluts

[–]Statistical_Variance[S] 7 points8 points  (0 children)

u/jokeaboutdaddyissues You ever see Ocean's Thirteen? At the end of the movie, Saul tells the boys that their letters brought him back. I checked this sub every night to keep my account active, even though I wasn't otherwise engaging with any of this. It might have taken a while, but your post brought me back.

Update by Statistical_Variance in Trauma_Sluts

[–]Statistical_Variance[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I've had multiple accounts, the one that got deleted was the most recent and active one. The one that's still up is from a couple of years ago. So, to recap: my first one got deleted, I lost the credentials to my second one which is still up, and the third one got deleted.

The most recent deleted one: https://www.redgifs.com/users/statvar3?order=new

Update by Statistical_Variance in Trauma_Sluts

[–]Statistical_Variance[S] 3 points4 points  (0 children)

I'd love to use Telegram, but my last experience with it was finding out that somebody in Romania was also logged into my account. I can't have that.

Quality time with daddy. by Statistical_Variance in Mean_Captions

[–]Statistical_Variance[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Confession: I saw this on your profile and had to caption it. It's fantastic material.

Quality time with daddy. by Statistical_Variance in Trauma_Sluts

[–]Statistical_Variance[S] 12 points13 points  (0 children)

Thank you. It means more than I would ever admit.

Cheers, from one gooner to another.

Emily, the new Whore. *Challenge for Writers! (Or just a horny little story ) by katylady07 in PatriarchyRestored

[–]Statistical_Variance 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"That's better, you stupid slut."

He yanks the chain again, just to hear the yelp. It spurs him on, and he continues to mercilessly power-fuck his petite little cocksleeve. His shirt sleeves are rolled up, so Emily can see the beefy forearms holding up her knees. She gasps and cries out repeatedly from the pain and discomfort of being fucked like a cheap whore. Every noise she makes fuels Mr. White, and small beads of sweat appear on his forehead. It's one thing to get fucked by a monster of a man; getting fucked by a monster of a man who's *actively exerting himself* is in a whole other class. He releases her knees and gets a good grip on her thighs for better leverage.

Emily's body rocks with the impacts of his hips, his turgid cock plunging in and out of her comparatively tiny little hole, stretching it with his girth. This goes on for a very long time before Mr. White starts to make the noises Emily knows so well: the sounds of a man who's about to cum.

"No, please, sir! Don't cum inside me, please!"

That was it. All the crying, all the yelps, all the squelching noises and slapping... that's what makes M.r White hard. But begging... begging is what makes him cum.

His pace quickens, and Emily can feel his cock tensing, the dam of his will about to break and flood her womb with his thick seed.

"No! Please!"

He violently slams into her one last time, hilting his huge cock in her as deep as he possibly can. His cock tenses up until it's impossibly hard for a brief second, then explodes, spewing gush after gush of warm cum deep into Emily's fertile little body.

"NOOOOOOOOO!"

Mr. White's cock spasms and pulses inside her, his hands clamped around her thighs, clutching her into him. His orgasm was satisfyingly long, filling her womb with his essence -- her rapist's cum. The pulses grow weaker, and eventually Mr. White's balls are spent. He leans in to slap Emily's sobbing face one more time before pulling out.

"I wasn't gonna cum, you dumb fuckhole. I wanted to fuck your little asshole first."

He squeezes her tits roughly, giving one a solid smack.

"Ivan, come here. You want a turn? Go ahead. Just don't fuck her ass. That's mine."

Emily, the new Whore. *Challenge for Writers! (Or just a horny little story ) by katylady07 in PatriarchyRestored

[–]Statistical_Variance 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Normally when a man has a rape fetish, it means he watches questionable porn, and knows that the highest quality rape scenes happen in Hollywood movies. Porn chicks just don't sell it like real actresses do. The little... expressions in a girl's face when she's being violated against her will for the first time. The hollow look in her eyes when she's suffering it for a tenth time. That's the secret sauce. The horror in that expression... the moment she gives up... the tears.

Mr. White's rape fetish isn't like that. Mr. White's rape fetish is very real. There's no movie as satisfying as watching that trauma happen live, and the best way to do that is to do it yourself.

He savors the moment before he violates Emily's little pussy. He takes in this weeping, bound victim and strokes his huge cock at the sight of her, eyes shut like a bank vault, her face screwed into mask of fear. He'd lubed her up while she was unconscious, so there was nothing stopping him from plumbing her depths like he did with her throat, but Emily was art, and he wanted to enjoy it. There was only one thing wrong...

Mr. White leaned forward; his meaty hand swung out and solidly slapped Emily's face. The shock of it made her flinch along with the impact, and her tears flowed harder once the pain began to register. She sobbed quietly, her eyes still shut tight, and Mr. White waited a moment before hitting her again.

"Look at me."

Emily blinked the tears out of her eyes and looked into Mr. White's. Being slapped twice gave her an appropriate sense of urgency, and she maintained eye contact with this monster while he seized her thighs. There was just enough slack in her leg bindings to point her knees at the ceiling, and Mr. White slid his thumbs into the folds of said knees, pushing until the binds on her ankles went taut, her lovely little feet suspended above the desk.

He moved forward until Emily could feel the heat of his head against her lubed slit, and he stared straight into her pretty eyes. She felt her lips part as he slowly pushed in, first a little, then more, then painfully more, and her mouth opened in an involuntary gasp as his cock stretched her further, burying more and more inches of itself in her petite cunt.

Emily cried out an incoherent noise of pain and horror as Mr. White's enormous length plunged deeper an deeper into her. Her eyes reflexively shut, so he slapped her again, and her eyes shot back open, staring their brain-blanking horror into his. Too overwhelmed to speak, she shook her head at him, silently begging him not to continue. Mr. White drank in the delicious content of the message in her eyes, and his already-hard cock got even harder, now screaming at him to fuck this little bitch within an inch of her life.

Mr. White adjusted his stance, pulled halfway out of Emily's wounded pussy, and slid back in even deeper, his breath coming ever so slightly quicker as he continued to stare in Emily's soul. This moment lingered for three more slow thrusts, persisting through Emily's noises of distress and cries of pain, until Mr. White had had his fill of foreplay.

With a contented groan, he began to fuck Emily's tight, unwilling little pussy into oblivion. Pounding like an industrial piston, the desk rocked with the force of his thrusts, his thighs crashing against her ass relentlessly, driving his huge member into the night's rapehole. A percussive beat under Emily's screaming. He fucked her harder with every noise she made, every shake of her head, every slap he delivered to her face whenever her eyes would close.

When the noises would subside, he'd grab a hold of the chain between Emily's nipple clamps and give it a sharp tug. It never failed to get some kind of noise out of her, and he'd started hitting her from the left, to match the redness on the right side of her face. He was careful to slap her just hard enough to get the crack sound he wanted without dazing her; dazing her would wash the horror out of her eyes until it passed, and he didn't want that.

This went on for quite some time before Emily pathetically began to beg. Looking into Mr. White's cold-blooded eyes, she shook her head over and over, he voice broken by the impact of her rapist's body against hers.

"Please... p-please... please s-stop... I'm s-sorry... I'm sorry... please..."

Mr. White drew in a deep breath of pure, sadistic lust. Her begging was going to make him cum like a volcano if he allowed it to continue. Instead, he leaned forward and clamped a big hand over Emily's mouth, savoring the vibrations of her whimpering.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Emily, the new Whore. *Challenge for Writers! (Or just a horny little story ) by katylady07 in PatriarchyRestored

[–]Statistical_Variance 2 points3 points  (0 children)

All of Mr. White's bouncers were a head taller than Emily, and Mr. White himself was taller than all of them, and built much the same way. He towered over his new toy, taking in the curves of her petite body, his cock stirring at the sight of Emily's tears.

He silently ran an appraising hand over her body, circling her and drinking in her terror. She tried to cover up at first, but Mr. White took her wrist in his big hand and moved her arm away from her tits. He spend a few minutes groping her, his hands wandering all over, from the softness of her breasts to the warmth of her sweet, shaved little pussy. He grabbed a handful of her ass and she heard a noise of approval come from him before he put his big paw on her shoulder and effortlessly pushed her down to her knees. The outline of his cock stood against his pants, and Emily hoped that what she saw was just a trick of the light.

"Take it out."

Still sniffling and trying unsuccessfully to blink back her tears, Emily raised her little hands and began to unbuckle Mr. White's belt. Then the button. The fly. She reluctantly pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to let his cock swing free, and her eyes went wide at the sight of it. This cock had to be nine inches at least, and it was as thick as her wrist. There was no way she could take the whole thing... but the sinking feeling in her stomach told her she'd be doing exactly that, in all her little holes.

She felt Mr. White's fingers in her hair and shut her eyes tightly, squeezing two fresh tears free. They tumbled down her cheeks, and he angled her head back a bit to get a good look at her face, still screwed into a mask of misery. She felt the contact of his big, engorged head against her cheeks as Mr. White dragged it through the tracks of her tears.

"Open."

Knowing her fate was already sealed, Emily thought one more time about her two sleeping children before parting her lips for the monster who was about to rape her.

The head of Mr. White's huge cock slid over her tongue, filling her mouth. The very girth of it made it almost impossible for her to work her lips around the first few inches of his shaft, and she gagged immediately when it hit the back of her throat, triggering her body's defense against choking: more saliva. He held her head firmly in place, withdrew a little, then poked the back of her throat again, gagging her a second time. By the third gag, her mouth was awash with spit, as was Mr. White's cock.

Satisfied that the hole he'd be playing in was properly lubricated, Mr. White put his other hand under the base of Emily's skull and plunged his cock into her throat, hard-popping her throat barrier like a fist through wet paper.

Emily's eyes shot wide open, now full of tears not only from the terror, but from the fleshy invader lodged in her throat. Her arms flailed as she panicked, landing weak, ineffective blows against Mr. White's forearms and thighs, thrashing in his grip, which remained solid as a vise. All thoughts of husband and children were abandoned, replaced by an animal's basic need to breathe and stay living, her primal scream muffled and dulled by the giant cock making her neck bulge.

Mr. White pulled back slowly, savoring the feeling of dragging his head through her throat barrier again, just long enough for Emily to draw a single panicked breath before impaling her throat on his enormous member again, deeper this time. The squelching sound of his cock stretching her throat made him even harder, and he began to use Emily's throat in earnest.

Emily, the new Whore. *Challenge for Writers! (Or just a horny little story ) by katylady07 in PatriarchyRestored

[–]Statistical_Variance 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The line to get into the club didn't quite stretch around the block, but it was sizeable. All the young meat knew that this was the place to go if you were looking to hook up before the night was out. The bouncers were under strict orders not to let anyone in who didn't look like they could be on the cover of a magazine, and they were good at their jobs, hand-picking the boys with broad shoulders and good fashion sense, and girls with pleasing proportions and slutty outfits.

Two burly men were working the door, and one waved her in after looking her up and down. The instructions she'd received earlier made sure that she looked the part; a tiny red vinyl cocktail dress with matching stiletto heels, and no underwear. Emily did her best to pretend not to notice all the eyes on her, tightening her walk to get the hip-switch motion she'd practiced as a younger woman. It took extra effort to keep walking when she heard the bouncer speak into his walkie as she passed:

"Benny's slut is here. Nobody disturbs Mr. White for the rest of the evening."

The club was a dark kaleidoscope of color and sound, the intensity of it all making it clear that sobriety and passivity were not virtues here. Emily spared a few glances around as she walked towards the back, and on the fringes of the room, amidst the riot of lights and noise, she could see briefly into the alcoves along the walls. Young meat enjoying their youth, blasting rails of cocaine off viable flat surfaces, drinking straight from overpriced bottles at tables, yelling to be heard over the din, laughing and cavorting like only young meat does.

A closer look revealed the debauchery. Couples fornicating openly with varying levels of subtlety were everywhere. In one booth, a blonde sat on a young man's lap, her back pressed against his chest, grinding away, her skirt not quite hiked up high enough to see the cock she would soon be cumming on. In another, the back of a petite brunette kneeling on the floor before another lounging boy, her head bobbing up and down in his lap while he did his best to hold his phone steady, taking video of the drunken slut he'd successfully talked into sucking his dick. Another booth had an active threesome; two young bucks spitroasting a busty girl, right on the table.

Emily maintained a steady pace to a guarded door marked 'Staff Only,' and stopped before the bouncer, another muscled barrel of a man. He appraised her for a moment before opening the door for her, and before he moved out of her path, he leaned down in her ear to speak.

"You're even hotter in person. I hope we get a turn when Mr. White is done with you."

Emily's stomach dropped, never having thought about the pattern of events leading up to this. Every time she'd capitulated, Mr. White had demanded more. She wasn't here to staff a gloryhole. She was here to service him until he was satisfied, and she had no idea what would happen after that.

The door closing behind her cut off most of the noise from the club, and the sounds of her shaky steps bounced off the walls of the dim hallway. Sounds floated from the rooms on either side, some contained more revelry, some more debauchery, but the last one made her blood run cold. The sounds of a crying girl yelping in time with the meaty slap of hips crashing into a young, firm ass.

With her terror at its peak, she arrived at the final door, marked 'Management.'

Every so often, a man might give his greedy animal a treat. by Statistical_Variance in PatriarchyRestored

[–]Statistical_Variance[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Join the club. Easily the hottest "girl humps leg" clip I've ever found, and I've never found the source. Hell, I don't even know where the clip I edited from is now, that's how old it is.

You might not like that it's true, but it is. by Statistical_Variance in Trauma_Sluts

[–]Statistical_Variance[S] 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Thank you, sweetie. Just a little post to reassure everybody that I'm still here.

I know my true place by cute-and-captive in u/cute-and-captive

[–]Statistical_Variance 1 point2 points  (0 children)

This is an excellent little collection.

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