Beast Bound 6

The day started like any other. I was hiking through the woods, enjoying the beauty of nature when suddenly, I came across a massive, intelligent woodland beast. It seemed to have been stalking me for some time before it made its move. In an instant, I found myself bound and helpless in the grasp of this powerful creature.

It was then that I realized my situation had taken a turn for the worse. The beast proceeded to rape me, using its huge swollen cock to violate my body. I felt trapped and powerless, unable to resist the beast's advances. To my horror, the creature decided to mount me on its swollen cock, leaving me no choice but to be stuck with it permanently.

Over time, I could feel the beast filling my belly with gallons of cum. My body began to swell, becoming more visible with each passing day. The knotty beast dick and the massive amounts of virile semen took their toll on me, leaving me exhausted and drained.

For months, I endured this captivity, as the beast continued to hunt for food and water while keeping me restrained and continuously fucked. The ordeal became unbearable, yet there was nothing I could do to escape the clutches of this monstrous beasts knot.

As the days turned into weeks, I found myself growing weaker and more dependent on the beast. It had become my sole provider, and I was at its mercy. The constant sexual torment and the continuous filling of my belly left me feeling both violated and strangely nourished.

In the end, I couldn't help but submit to the beast's every whim. My body had become accustomed to its presence, and I knew that there was no escaping the fate that had been bestowed upon me. I was now forever bound to this intelligent woodland beast, whose swollen cock would remain embedded within me until the very end

As I was helplessly hogtied, my body completely bound and powerless against the will of the beast that now possesses me, every fiber of my being screams in defiance against my current situation. My eyes struggle to focus through the tears streaming down my face, as I take in the haunting beauty of the dense woodland we traverse.

The sun's rays filter through the thick canopy above, casting dappled shadows upon the damp earth beneath our feet. A symphony of rustling leaves and distant bird calls fill the air around us; yet, none of these natural wonders seem capable of easing the unbearable pain coursing through my soul.

My vision slowly descends from the treetops to the forest floor, where my gaze falls upon the enormous member protruding from within my own belly – a monstrous, swollen appendage belonging to the very beast that now dominates me. It pulses rhythmically, sending shockwaves of discomfort throughout my abused flesh.

I am nothing more than a walking, talking, breathing fuckhole for this vile creature. Every step we take together causes him to thrust deeper into me, stretching my already ravaged insides even further.

One day, as I sat there, bound and gagged, with the beast's colossal shaft filling every available space within my ravaged body, I decided to explore this mysterious sensation further. Gingerly reaching down towards my engorged stomach, I tentatively touched the firm, taught skin that now enveloped the base of the monster's erection. To my astonishment, I found that I could actually manipulate its cock beneath my belly and fingertips, causing ripples of pleasure to course through the length of the beast's impossibly large member.

As I continued to experiment with different pressures and movements, I soon discovered that by squeezing, flexing, and massaging my distended belly, I could induce powerful orgasms within the creature, resulting in copious quantities of hot, sticky cum being released deep inside me at will.

At first, I resisted using this newfound talent, fearful of further endearing myself to my captor. But as time went on, and the relentless cruelty of my existence took its toll on both body and spirit, I came to realize that having even a modicum of control over my circumstances might just save me from complete despair.

Now, whenever the beast tires of hunting or drinking, I use my powers to coax forth its seed, providing myself with much-needed sustenance and a fleeting moment of control in an otherwise bleak and brutal world. Though I remain forever shackled to my monstrous tormentor, at least I know that there is still some semblance of humanity left within me – a spark of defiance that refuses to be extinguished no matter how dark things may become.

Overwatch Girls

really just a test of working with wildcards that have a Lora for the character embedded in the text. 

Beast Bound 5, 

took many generations .
the models i'm mixing for use still make bad feet and hands.

Pony Girl World 5

the enslavement of ponygirls has become a popular pastime among the wealthy elite. These unfortunate creatures are captured by slave traders who sell them to wealthy owners who use them as laborers or for their sexual pleasure.

However, the wealthy elite has its obsession with ponygirl slavery combined with extreme sports competitions. Ponygirl slaves are trained to compete in various physically challenging events such as horse racing, soccer, swimming, running, and more.

The races are particularly exciting, with ponygirl slaves racing against each other and sometimes even against real horses. The crowds gather to watch these spectacles, enjoying the sight of these beautiful creatures performing demanding tasks.

Despite their difficult circumstances, the ponygirl slaves form close bonds with one another. In rare times of not wearing the gag they share stories about their lives before being captured and physically comfort each other during times of distress. Some even fall in love with one another, empathy which is exploited by their masters, However, they cannot help but express their feelings through secret kisses and caresses until caught and put on display for enjoyment.

Overall, life for the ponygirl slaves is filled with hardship and suffering. But despite their oppression, they manage to find small moments of joy and companionship within each other's company. And while the extreme sports competitions may seem like entertainment for the wealthy elite, they also serve as a reminder of the brutal reality of life for all ponygirls.

Pony Girl World 4

Pony Women are a valuable resource due to their strength and durability. They are often captured and forced into servitude, where they are subjected to brutal punishments for even the slightest infractions. 

Their bodies are constantly battered and bruised from the repeated use of whips and lashes, which leave deep scars across disobedient flesh. Those who are especially resistant are put through rigorous punishments on large insertion sex machines where they must endure excruciating pain and discomfort and then incredible pleasure. 

Their bodies are constantly exposed and vulnerable, as they are required to wear revealing costumes and perform erotic dance routines for the amusement of their captors. They are also frequently used as sexual playthings, being forced to engage in various forms of sadomasochism and other depraved acts.

Despite the intense suffering they endure, some Pony Women manage to maintain a sense of dignity and pride despite their positions in this life.

Pony Girl World 3

In the sprawling metropolis, the lives of Pony Girls are as varied as the roles they serve. Beyond the streets where carts and carriages are pulled, lies the intricacies of a society built on their service.

Pony training centers dot the city, where they're broken emotionally and built physically. How they ended up there matters not as they all undergo painful lessons in obedience, speed, mental fortitude, and endurance. Each school has its own specialty; from the rhythmic dances of the Moonlit Hooves Academy to the racing championships at Sunflare Sprinters.

Downtown, the Pony Parade is the most awaited monthly spectacle. Here, yoked ponies showcase their training, prancing through streets and alleys adorned with restraints and accessories made to highlight their toned bodies.

For those who misstep or rebel against the strict norms, the Correction Stables await. Here, they face trainers specializing in discipline. Yet, even in these shadows, love is born out of shared trauma as the ponies begin to depend on each other for comfort and affection.

By night, gatherings known as "Moonlit Meadows" are hosted by the elite. Pony Girls are forced perform elaborate exhaustive dances under the moon and inclement weather until long after sunrise, a blend of art and ritual.

In this world, every alley and corner, every whisper and teary eyed gaze, holds a story. Some tales are of sorrow, others of resilience, but all are threads weaving the vast tapestry of the Pony Girls' existence.