Apex_121, Author at NSFW story

The Princess’ Wedding Night (Rape, incest, cnc, bdsm, Teasing, edging)

*NOTE: This story is heavy on Rape, and incest. If you do not like any of these, the please do NOT read. If you continue to read, read at your own risk. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy.*

I feel his thumb press in to my jaw as he tilts my head back. “Pretty Pretty blue eyes.” His voice slithers over my skin like oil as his black eyes burn with the lust he feels for me… His new bride. I struggle against the wall as his free hand explores my night dress. .

*This wasn’t how today was supposed to end. I was supposed to be Queen. Not the Queen Consort. Definitely not the “Young 20 year old princess bride of the old king” but you see, it doesn’t matter if you’re family. If the King loses his Queen, he is to wed within 3 months or he risks losing his kingdom. Unfortunately, my father chose me.* Read more »

Motorway slut (MMF, Rape, edging, Teasing, BDSM, choking)

*NOTE: This is heavy on rape, choking and forced orgasms. If you are triggered by any of these topics, do NOT read. If not then please enjoy.*

*Note: Not one of my best but just a story that was bugging me and needed writing down. Apologies if it isn’t as good as my other ones. The past few months have been trying to say the least.*

It’s dark tonight. It’s peaceful too. I relax as I speed down the motorway, settling in to the rhythmic sound of my tyres on asphalt. My eyes drift to glance at the full moon, lighting up the night sky. I love driving at 1am. There’s hardly no traffic, absolutely no lights besides the cats eyes in the road reflecting the light from my headlights back at me to make sure I’m staying in one lane and for some reason, the best music plays as well. I tap my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of *Green Green Grass by George Ezra* while simultaneously shrugging my shoulders. I pass a car at 75mph and almost swerve in to the side of it. *Oops* I straighten and speed off, pretending it didn’t happen. I happen to glance in my rear view mirror and I see blue lights light up the motorway along with a siren that shatters the silence. “Shit” I whisper to myself as I indicate and pull over to the hard shoulder. This better not take too long, I have work to get to… In 2 hours. Read more »

Night Shift Part 2 (M/F, Rape, edging, Teasing, BDSM, choking, rope)

*THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY AND IS HEAVY ON RAPE. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY RAPE, PAIN OR SEXUAL VIOLENCE.*

“It’s been a Month.” A shiver runs up my spine at his voice. His lips are beside my ear, his hands on my arms.

“I know.” I whisper back, the carpeted floor cushioning my feet as I stand in his office.

“Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about me.” I feel him press his erection against my butt as he rubs my arms. I stare at the closed blinds.

“I haven’t.” Lie. Total lie. Since that night in the dungeon, I’ve thought about Jordan at least daily. I’ve imagined his hands on me, his fingers on my skin, his body moving with mine. I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had to the memory he left me and the promise of more.

“You have.” His lips brush my neck in a fleeting kiss and I shudder. I try to step forward but he tightens his grip on my arms in warning.

“Why did you call me here Jordan?” I ask him, my voice coming out steady. Read more »

The Night Shift (M/F, Rape, Fingering, Groping, Choking, Teasing)

*THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTIONAL. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANYONE IN REAL LIFE IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. THIS STORY IS HEAVY ON RAPE AND GROPING. DO NOT READ IF EITHER OF THESE THEMES TRIGGER YOU IN ANYWAY.*

I tense as I feel arms wrap around me. “Let go of me. Now.” I say to the man behind me. He’s clearly taller than me, my head just under his chin as his muscular arms bind mine to my body.

“No.” He breathes, his voice sending shivers up my spine as he pulls me in to him. I can feel his abs shift with each breath he takes.

“Get off me.” I grit out, struggling and squirming in his arms to make enough space to free mine.

“Okay.” His arm vanishes as I feel his right hand wrap around my throat. I gasp and freeze. “I like this better anyway.”

“Let go of me.” I hate the fear lining my voice. I yelp as he twirls me, pinning me to the wall. The air leaves my body in an *oomph* as my back hits it. His fingers flex around my throat and I open my eyes, coming face to face with him. “Jordan?” I ask in confusion as one of the managers stares down at me. His fingers tighten and my hands come up to his wrist. Read more »

Jogger (CNC/Rape), (Stalking), (M/F), (Begging), (18+), (Choking)

*THIS STORY IS HEAVY ON RAPE. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY RAPE, CNC AND STALKING. ALL CHARACTERS ARE FICTIONAL AND AS A RESULT OF MY HORNY IMAGINATION.*

I was walking through the park when I saw you again, Delilah. You had tight running leggings on and a sports bra covered by a tight workout jacket. Your trainers were laced up tight and your tied black hair was swinging behind you as ran. Your headphones were blasting music, I could hear the bass when you ran past.

*No, NO. I won’t fall in to this habit again.*

Without knowing, I had followed you. You stopped now, stretching, elongating those already delicious muscles. I’m close enough to hear your moan of satisfaction, when you stretch a particularly sore spot. I look around. Noone behind me. Noone in front of me. I smirk.

*No.* The little voice in my head shouts. I can’t hear it over my blood pumping, adrenaline coursing through me. My cock presses against my boxers. Read more »

Kidnapped by my friends ex (MMF, brother/ex/sister, incest, rape, kidnapping, coercion, knife, blackmail, video, oral, anal, double penetration)

“You sure you’ll be okay Sky?”

“I’ll be fine. See ya tomorrow Issy.”

“Sure? There’s noone else here.”

“Sure. Besides you can’t stay. Remember your date?”

“Oh shit! I almost forgot! See ya Sky!”

I wave her bye as I gather my things, chuckling to myself. No wonder she lost her angel of an ex. He used to accept when she stayed out late or even missed date nights. He would send her flowers when she missed stuff. Once, they’d planned a whole weekend together and she forgot, leaving him stranded when she didn’t turn up at the meet up spot on the cruise. That was when he ended it. Now it’s just tinder hookups and month long relationships for her. She still drunk cals him though. He doesn’t care.

I wince as I lift my bag. It’s heavy and my shoulders are killing. Tennis will do that to you. Especially three days in a row. I drop my bag and roll my shoulders, glancing at the showers. *Nah, I’ll shower at home. It’s safer.* With a deep breath, I lift my bag on to my shoulder and walk out, down the empty hallway. I wave at the receptionist working late and smile at her, handing her my card. Read more »