Author: encatraencyclopedia

tf-warlock:

The Spirit

As she entered the pumpkin-lined room, her eyes immediately were drawn to a pumpkin tucked in the shadows of the room’s far end. There, sitting apart from the other pumpkins, was one of particular oddness. Its shape was almost pear-like, fat bottomed and tapered at its top, long twirling stem grasping out at her, insisting, demanding her attention. She clutched her purse tight to her chest and took a hesitant step, the sensation that was drawing her forward grew stronger yet.

For a moment she tried to exert enough will to take her eyes off the withered and lined surface of the squat gourd, but it was as she was frozen, her pulse raced, and she began to sweat, but she did not blink.

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tf-warlock:

Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs 2: Day 7 Orc

She had been looking to find a new gym to work out at since she had moved, and when she saw the flyer advertising a free month’s trial if you came in on the 31st. She didn’t have any plans, she was new to town, having just moved, and didn’t really know anyone. Maybe a Halloween party was just the thing she needed to meet some new people.

Finding a something to wear was a workout in it’s own right for the lithe girl, but after an hour of looking through boxes she found some of her stuff from the last blizzcon she went to. Fake pointed ears and teeth, and a plastic axe. With a little effort she made a reasonable if generic orc.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

“Zug zug.”

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It was such a hot plan. you’d been gunning for your friend’s wife for so long. When he suggested a wife swap for a night, you jumped on it immediately. Sadly his wife didn’t do the same when you got back to her bedroom. She looked skeptical. By the time she got it fully erect, she started laughing. It really hurt when she pulled out her phone. Was she going to take shame pictures? This was a nightmare. Wait, no, it was a nightmare when you realized she had facetimed your wife, who was in the middle of sucking off your best friend, in your marital bed. She picked up without letting his, apparently huge, cock out of her mouth. 

“Bitch! I got screwed on this deal! And not in a good way.”

Your wife took a break, jerking him in one hand. “Sorry, baby, but you see what I have to deal with there. I couldn’t let this offer pass me by after the stories you told. But, like, why don’t you just come over? I doubt your husband would mind a second, would you?”

Off to the side: “Hell no!”

“Mmm, that’s more like it. But what do we do with small wonder over here?”

“Leave him. But keep the connection open. I want him to watch.”

“Naughty! Okay, cuck, don’t cum on my phone. If you do, you never get to watch again. Got it?”

impotentcollectionlove:

For SnapsFromYourBully, with love:

It was all your fault, of course. Not just for being an inferior suitor, but also for actively helping him out.

Stacy had never really liked Chad. He was loud and crude. Stacy was more into sensitive musicians and writers. Such as your friend Kit, whom she used to date. That was a year ago. They’d met on a poetry forum. Stacy was the perfect woman, as far as you were concerned. She was beautiful, of course, and smart and funny. Plus she had the exact style sense that drove you wild. She dyed her brunette hair jet black, wore black lipstick, black nail polish, and black…everything. She wore safety pins as jewelry. Not just on her clothes, but in her body. She’d pierce herself with them. One time she came to school with a safety pin through her septum. You fucking melted for this hot weirdo. And you decided it had been long enough that Kit couldn’t cry foul. You had to act.

For his part, Chad wasn’t crazy about Stacy, either. He mocked and bullied her almost as much as he did you. You decided to kill two birds with one stone: finally stand up to Chad and make a good impression on your dream girl. He’d beat you up in grade school, but you figured his aura of fear was mostly reputation by now. You all needed to stop giving him power over you. So the next time you saw him be mean to Stacy, you were determined to intervene. 

It didn’t take long. He came across your AP Lit class letting out and bumped Stacy into the lockers, causing her to drop her books. She just kneeled down and started to gather them awkwardly. Everyone’s tactic by now was to not escalate with the bully. 

“Sorry Emily the Strange, guess I just thought you were a ghost and would pass through me! Ooooh!” He laughed uproariously. Chad loved himself; you had to give him that.

“At least be original, you moron! Knocking nerds into lockers is surely a little derivative even for someone as boring and dimwitted as you, Chad.”  Some other kids nearby laughed nervously. You thought you maybe sounded cool, but you were also shaking. You extended a hand to Stacy who had gathered her books. She accepted your help standing. The touch felt electric. Hopefully she didn’t notice the shaking. “Get a fucking hobby or something to occupy that single brain cell in your head. Maybe then you’ll have something to identify with other than being a caricature of a high school bully.”

“Oh wow, you’ve pierced my very essence, Anders. I will reform my ways and never darken your doorstep again. Goodbye fair freaks, you have taught me so much.” He turned and walked away. Wow. That was…easy?

“Just kidding! I pick on others because it’s fun and you can’t stop me. Remember that.” *WHAM!*

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malesupremacyadvocate:

You may be getting married cunt, but that only means that you’ll get to serve two superiors! I’ll still drop by to check on you quite often… Now, give daddy a blow

Sara couldn’t quite tell why she was so nervous, really. But the thought of her father walking her down that aisle and giving her away made her so terrified. Was it just existential dread of an unknown future, she wondered? No, that wasn’t it. Was it the idea of a man giving her like property to another man that she found untenable? No, Sara realized with a guilty shudder, that concept still gave her a naughty thrill. So what was wrong!?

*knock* *knock*

“Come in! … Oh, Dad!”

“Baby, you look all afluster. Did my little doll get her head turned around again thinking too many thoughts at once? Tell me what’s wrong.”

God, she hated the way her father babied her! She had a Masters in Engineering! She wasn’t a doll! Yet…whenever her father talked down to her, she found her brain practically melted. She always ended up with her head in Daddy’s lap as he petted her hair and told her what to do. It was so…comforting.

Sara squirmed. “D-daddy. I- I’m scared. Of just walking down the aisle with you. But…I don’t know why.”

She found it hard to be coherent around him. Later she’d be resentful and think all the things she wanted tell her father. Tell him off, sometimes.

“Shh, baby girl, don’t strain yourself. It’s natural for a girl to feel attached to her father and fear abandonment. But I’m not really ‘giving you away.’ I’ll always be your Daddy.”

He hugged her and held her in embrace. It felt warm.

“Thanks. It’s nice to hear. I knew that, I guess. But something still feels weird. I feel like in closing this chapter I’m leaving something undone. Something I can’t ever get back. It feels…not like you’re abandoning me, but like I’m betraying you. I’m sorry, it doesn’t make sense.”

She blushed, feeling like a silly girl. She both loved and hated Daddy so much. He made her feel like such a dimwit.

“Doll, of course it makes sense. No, don’t try to guess why. Just listen. Relax that tired girl brain. Doesn’t that feel nice? Now, you feel that way because in consummating your relationship with your husband you fear that you are sexually betraying your first man, your father.”

“Oh. That does- feel right, actually. Psychology is so weird. I’m glad you studied it and not me, Daddy.”

Sara went on tiptoe and gave her father a chaste kiss on the lips.

“Brains are complicated. Your machines are dumb little bimbo girls by comparison.”

“Ha! I’ll have to tell that to my lab manager, Mindy. She’ll be pissed. You are so smart and funny, Daddy. Thank you.” Later Sara would also be fuming about this line. But somehow in the moment she always found Daddy so charming and right. Then she’d repeat his outrageous claims to others with anger and a shame that burned between her legs.

By now he was rubbing her scalp, fingers running through his daughter’s long blonde hair. She’d hated bleaching it, but somehow her Daddy always managed to convince her. Just like the boob job…even her fiance had objected, but Sara still found herself at the appointment with Daddy holding her hand and waiting for the plastic surgeon to ‘improve’ her. Just as then, her brain was out of focus, malleable to Daddy’s words and his touch. 

She was relaxed and not jittery now, but she couldn’t think straight either.

“Doll, this is all natural. You feel guilty because you never consummated with your first man. Never showed Daddy your loyalty and fidelity.”

“Um, uh, yeah. Mmmm, yes, that feels good. Like, umm, Freud, right? Mmmm. E-uh-lektra complex? Ohhhhh, yes! I just, uh, need to, mmm, get over it, right?”

He began rubbing her bare shoulders with strong hands. It felt amazing.

“Shhh, no, silly little girl. Don’t think. You’re too dumb. If you just push your feelings aside you’ll never resolve them. Right?”

“Mmmmmm, oh? Yeah. Of course. Sorry I was stupid, Daddy.”

Fingers were brushing against the top of Sara’s dress and a little under the fabric. She wanted those hands on her breasts, whoever’s they were. 

“It’s not your fault, baby. You’re just a bimbo dolly, after all, right?”

“Mmmm, yes? Yes.”

“Tell me what you are.”

“Dolly is a bimbo? A stupid girl?”

“Good. So listen up, silly bimbo. The only way for Daddy’s dolly to get over these feelings of betrayal is to consummate with her Daddy first. Obviously.”

“Oh, right. Um, like, duh.”

“So I’m going to take out doll’s artificial tits. They’re mine anyway, since I bought them.. And my daughter is going to love it.”

Sara loved it. She needed it. 

“Yesssss, mmmmm. Touch my tits. Explore what you made and then had remade, Daddy. My whole body is yours but especially my tits. I’m so sorry I didn’t offer them to you sooner. I’ve been such a dumb and bad daughter.” 

“Shhh, don’t fret. You are doing the right thing now. Daddy will guide you. Okay, now dolly bimbo is going to get on her knees and suck her father’s cock. She will be grateful that Daddy is agreeing to help her.”

Sara complied immediately. This felt so right even if she couldn’t think to comprehend why.

“Thank you, Daddy. I feel so much better.”

“Of course, baby. Now shut up that cute mouth with your father’s cock. Mmm, that’s a good girl. Now as you suck on me I’ll tell you about how a good girl serves two men: her husband and her Daddy.”