Playing Mind Games [40M/18F] [Mind Control] [Cheating]

*Every character in this story is 18+. Mind-control is inherently non-consensual but keep in mind that the user in this story is particularly heartless.*

The creaking of footsteps coming down the stairs made Felix turn around.  He didn’t really care about football, but he still never passed on an invitation to visit his old friend, Earl, if only for a chance to catch a glimpse of his son’s girlfriend, Danielle. It was a ridiculous infatuation, he knew it. What would a youthful pink-haired girl full of life and promise want of a balding old married man like him

Nevertheless, seeing her walk around smiling in her cute little outfits was the highlight of his week. He had written off this visit as a dud, having not seen her while he was upstairs, and it wasn’t likely she’d have any business in the basement. He spared a glance anyway.

Adorable little feet with pink nail polish… this was it! He couldn’t believe it. Oh, what beautiful long slim legs she had. Today was such a blessing. Freshly waxed pussy lips rubbing against each other as she walked down the steps, a ray of sunshine from the opened door shining through the small gap underneath, between her thighs. That… was impossible. Had he finally lost his mind?

The Show Must Go On [30M/18F, Non-con, fisting, humiliation, cum swallowing]

*Every character in this story is 18+. Be warned that it contains extreme, non-consensual acts and supernatural elements.*

“I can’t believe my mom invited my cousins to my birthday party. And a fucking magician? That’s *so* lame. Doesn’t he look like a creep, too?”

He must have overheard me say this to my friends. Why else would he have taken it out on me like that? Maybe if I had kept my mouth shut, my stomach wouldn’t be full of his cum right now. *Gulp*. 

I was wearing a grey skirt and a black sweater, the bare minimum of fanciness for mom to stop asking me to change into “something nice” and just ask me to “play with my cousins” instead, which was almost worse. There was a point in the afternoon when I was looking forward to the magician so he could keep my cousins occupied while I snuck out into another room with my friends. But he caught me just as I was leaving.

“Is there a *birthday girl* in the audience?” he asked the twenty-or-so people crammed into the living room. He was the embodiment of cringe in his cape and top hat. If you have to be a magician, at least try to be a cool magician.

With Bated Breath (MMM+/F, Consensual asphyxiation, Public)

*Every character in this story is 18+. Though ultimately consensual and safe-ish, it contains group acts of extreme choking.*

“What do you think the freakshow is going to wear today?”

“Hmmm… something black?”

“I heard she’s an absolute freak in bed, too.”

“Yeah, I bet.”

“No, I’m serious. My brother knows a guy who dated her at her old school. He says to get her going she needs to be… *gak*” The boy made a funny face pretending to choke himself.

“What the fuuuuck…”

Noelle walked into the room at the perfect time to see her new classmate simulating self-asphyxiation and a group of boys and girls laughing about it. Even though the gang stared at her as she walked between the desks, she figured they couldn’t have been talking about her. There was no way they’d know. She just blushed and kept her head down.

To answer the preppy girl’s question, today’s freakshow was black and white striped leggings and a death metal tank top over some black fishnet. She was slim but taller than any boy in class without even factoring her bulky platform boots covered in buckles that let her tower over all these bitches and assholes. None of this was about seeking attention, it just spoke to her, and it was a nice bonus that it made most people want to leave her alone.

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Succubus Teacher – Intro To Sex [MMM/FF, Extreme, Reluctance, Schoolgirl]

*Every character in this story is 18+. Be warned that it contains extreme, almost cartoonish penetration including throat-fisting and triple-anal (all under the supervision of a trained professional).*

An aura of sex. There was no better way to describe it. They were warned about the visit of a succubus today, but few had seen one in the flesh before. None of the boys were prepared for the intense and instant desire to ejaculate in or on the gorgeous creature after her first step into the classroom.

These were model students, the best and brightest seniors, but their parents worried that their social skills were suffering because of their high intellect, so a sexual education specialist was brought in.

She looked like the perfect human specimen, which was ironically how you could tell a succubus apart. Everything about them seemed too good to be true and perverted to the core.

The young woman with long, shiny black hair had a belt for a shirt. A simple belt that covered the nipples and let the ample amount of bosom overflow under and above the strap. 

The First Trillionaie [MFFF+ 18-30] [extreme] [objectification] [violence] [cruelty] [pee-drinking][freeuse]

*One last warning that this work of fiction contains violence and wanton cruelty (no gore). Classic rich guy attitude, am-i-right?*

“Close your eyes,
Give me your hand, darling.
Do you feel my heart beating?
Do you…” *smack*

The American Idol winner whom all three judges, with tears in their eyes, agreed had the most beautiful voice they had ever heard, interrupted her haunting rendition of Eternal Flame with a squeal from a sharp slap to the face. Her left cheek was throbbing and red, split by a tear running down to join others on her wet chin. It was her third slap this morning alone. She sat naked by the bedside in silence for another ten minutes, wondering if maybe she was destined for greater things than being a rich man’s alarm clock. The contract was signed, though; this was her life now.

Her Body In Good Hands (M/F amputee, wholesome)

*All characters in the story are 18+.*

My biggest fear on my way there was doing something stupid like extending a hand to shake by force of habit as I introduced myself or mindlessly using expressions like ‘need a hand?’ Trivial. My biggest fear now was getting caught staring at the large braless breast in the loose white shirt of Miya, the girl I was supposed to care for. The shirt was a poncho on her limbless torso, but it still hugged unmistakable curves with a gravitational pull on my eyes. From the few furtive glances I couldn’t resist, the perfection of these draped puppies was her most attention-grabbing feature despite her glaring handicap. Not that she’d be any less cute without big perky handfuls; she was an attractive blue-eyed teen with short, messy blonde hair and a bright, welcoming smile.

“So, ehm, are you hungry? I’m not a great cook but I make some of the best cereals,” I said, looking at the cupboards to avoid the reflection of Miya’s tits in the oven door.

She giggled from her chair. “Mom helped me eat before going but I’ll take a rain check on those amazing cereals. I bet you get the milk ratio *just* right.”

Busting Her Ass (coercion, anal plug, extreme, schoolgirl)

*All characters in this story are 18+*

A main character holding on to the edge of a cliff, his strength waning exponentially every passing second with only a pinkie left on his grip. That was how Melody’s anus felt after a long school day.

Walking was almost as painful as sitting, especially in a hurry. The hallway deserted, she allowed herself to use the unseemly crouched saunter she had perfected over many months. Like a zombie who died because it couldn’t get to a bathroom in time, Melody shambled between the rows of lockers, all senses on alert, a hand up the back of her outrageously short skirt, another holding the liquid content of her tender navel bump steady. She was not heading for the bathroom, though; that was a lie she told the teacher to ditch class before the bell. He did not ask any questions; not even ‘can’t you wait ten minutes?’ She felt that is what he would have told anyone else, but teachers had been given her special treatment lately. 

An Orgasm A Day… [FF, schoolgirl, forced orgasm]

Every character in this story is 18+. The story gets quite extreme and there is mild urethra insertion.

*But what keeps the nurse away?* Sylvia wondered, as she always did, staring at the smiling thumbs-up girl on the ‘An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away’ poster in the waiting area of the school infirmary. That girl’s skirt was way shorter than school regulations would allow. *They can’t even get their own dumb policies straight.*

“Sylvia, thanks for coming early. No pun intended. Take your clothes off and lie down; I’ll be right with you.” The nurse tapped her padded examination table, a place where hundreds of girls had thousands of orgasms since the new mandatory rule was enacted to quell a rise in student depression. It was on that table that Sylvia had her first sexual experience; two hours of experimentation with the nurse to finally have a passable orgasm and a checked box next to her name on the sheet. She was a difficult case… which was probably why the nurse always insisted she arrived earlier than anyone else in the morning.

Unglued (making the best of a sticky situation) [FMM, freeuse, cuckold]

*Every character in this short is 18+*

“You look beautiful,” Steven told the young bride whose eyes strained to look up at him through the white veil. His dick was to the hilt inside her mouth, a tight seal that even drool could not escape.

“She really does,” said Daniel, a second man behind the puffy train of the wedding dress. He was specifically talking about her round ass, which he was always absentmindedly slapping and groping. Today it looked bright red surrounded by pure white tulle. He had not seen her face in a while, barely remembered it, in fact. His dick was also to the hilt inside her.

“Thank you,” Stephanie replied. She didn’t actually say the words, more a throaty *gluck*, but Steven and Daniel had learned to understand her gags like the parents of a child using made-up words. They often had to translate for Stephanie’s fiancé since he didn’t spend nearly as much time with her as they did.

“Are you nervous?”

Working Overtime [23F coerced into office blowjobs, reluctance, extreme]

“Maybe Allison should give everyone blowjobs!”

Allison’s eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped. This was the most offensive thing she had ever heard and she wasn’t standing in a bar with drunk perverts; this was the meeting room of a respectable company. She was a talented software engineer, inexperienced sure, but ambitious, which is why she had volunteered to be part of the social committee. Today they were meeting to discuss what they could do for an office of about 70 people for Valentine’s Day.

Allison’s tight jeans unintentional did showcase the bubbliness of her buttocks, and her form-fitting polo shirt betrayed the unusual largeness of her breasts for her short stature. But, as far as she could tell, she had been dressing and acting in a professional manner and that joke felt completely out of place. She was ready to escalate a formal complaint all the way to head office… until everyone laughed. Even the only two other woman in the whole office didn’t share her disgust but joined in the laughter. One of them jokingly wrote that suggestion on the board. Next to “Give chocolates” was “Blowjobs from Allison”, which also found itself in the meeting minutes and it spiraled out of control from there as the site manager approved the idea and Allison’s own manager approved her time off from her current tasks.