I’ll tie her up face down on the bed and make her feel so helpless & seeing her struggle as i tell her to keep her clit on the vibrator, sitting next to her watching her, enjoying her begging for me to touch her, wanting to be fucked like the slut that she is. Making her whine from overstimulation, her tight hole being so stretched out from my cock, when I fuck her like the dumb slut she is until i fill her up to the point she’s dripping with my cum when she walks
Category: eroticliterature
Streamer Turned Slave
I awoke to utter darkness, head pounding with the fury of a tribal drummer. My limbs felt stiff, the sweltering heat of wherever I was making the feeling exponentially worse. I tried shifting to my side, relive some of the tenseness. Only when I did had my senses flooded back to me.
Screaming loudly, I flailed about. My wrists were tied behind my back with what felt like tape, mouth full of some foul tasting rag, most likely a sock, and my ankles criss-crossed and unable to move. I kicked out, hitting metal and subsequently answering a couple of other questions. Somehow I’d been thrown in a tight trunk of a car. Oncoming traffic zoomed past the vehicle someone trapped me in, completely unaware.
With great difficulty, I tried to sort out the fog that was my thoughts. Hazy pictures of streaming another night of games with my friends followed quickly after what felt like a fight with my parents. Nothing hinted at how I got in this car, bound, gagged and utterly helpless. The thought made me scream all the louder, the foul taste getting worse with my mouth beginning to get wetter with fresh drool.
Hell Has Come to the Kingdom of Azania [M/F]
*This is my first foray into erotic literature. I’ve not had much practice in this format. Warning: the story contains scenes of a male/female (Succubus) interaction; I had a much easier time working under the umbrella of erotic horror.*
The wagon sped along the road, cutting through the night with nary a concern for where the horses, broken now into a terrified sprint, were going—only one thought drove the driver forward…*escape.*
A single lantern, mounted atop the wagons’ barrel, sent a halo of golden light a few feet up the path, just enough to illuminate the way back to camp; he needed to warn the captain before it was too late!
Hell had come to the kingdom of Azania.
* * * *
Captain Fvelt folded a scroll of parchment and placed it neatly atop the ever growing pile on his desk. Another report, another unexplained disappearance at the southern border, with the locals laying the blame at the feet of demons. Demons!
“Damn superstitious southerners,” he growled.
The Seeker and the Rain God
Before the industrial revolution and the technological boom, the world was a much stranger place. In the Americas, before European boats sailed across the Atlantic, the lands of New Mexico were home to many gods. Unlike the Abrahamic denomination, the Native Americans deities juxtaposed nature itself. Many of these deities lived in isolation, while others were worshiped by the indigenous tribes. The Zuni tribe were one of these tribes. Native to the deserts of New Mexico, the Zuni’s relied on Tó Neinilii, the ‘water sprinkler,’ or rain god to bless the tribe with enough water to feed their crops. The Seeker was the arbiter to Tó Neinilii. A position held by the same bloodline for hundreds of years. The first born daughter of each line, the Seeker was the mouthpiece for the rain god.
Aviana, the tenth Seeker of the Zuni tribe ascended Mount Pah. A woman of eighteen, Aviana’s task was an impossible one, bringing rain to her dying village. Aviana climbed the dirt path to the summit, dressed in her ceremonial Seeker attire. Leather wraps covered her arms from elbow to wrist, trinkets dangling from each strap. Her top constricted her chest, outlining a rather busty woman of eighteen. Her skirt flared up in the breeze as she climbed, revealing her brown pigmented skin with each strut in her leather boots. Her hair was braided back into a knot resting on her cranium.
The pig daddy, his wife and their detective friend[uniform][forceful][nsfw]
It was a cold dark night. Catherine dialed the number for emerg x ency but couldn’t say a word. The operator repeatedly asked but all she heard was someone trying to say something when they were gagged. Sensing immediate danger, the operator quickly radioed asking for any patrol unit near the address of the caller. A beat patrol responded that they’re responding and will be there in 2 minutes. Gary, the detective, was on his way home, heard the call and immediately recognized the address as it was his close friend’s home. He rushed to the address and both the cards reached at the same time. Catherine left the main door open and was pacing frantically in the living room anxiously waiting for the police’s arrival.
When Gary and the patrol arrived, Catherine signaled Gary to bring a bag, an evidence bag. Not knowing what’s going on, Gary took a ziploc-like bag that was used to collect evidence/samples from crime scene. When Gary approached her, she snatched it from him and spit in to it.
Catherine: “here is the evidence. Find him that a$ $whole”
Gary: “Easy Catherine. Please relax, sit down and tell us what happened”. She sat down next to him.
Woods and Tackle
We break into the edge of the brush and brambles that make up the edges of the woods, sealing in the humid and cool air that slaps us in the face when we step through that barrier of leaves. Your hand is around mine and you’re leading me along a trail. This is my first time in nearly a lifetime in these woods so it’s like my first time, but you seem to know where you’re going.
After a while of us walking in silence on the soft earth of the path barely perceptible through the leaves lining the forest floor, you suddenly pull up short and stop. I automatically scan the leaves for a snake or other danger that would have caused that reaction, but don’t see anything.
You have somehow gone even more quiet even when we werent speaking before. You let go of my hand and very quietly, you whisper,
“You should run now”.
“What?” I asked, a little confused“Now. You need to run. Go. Now!” and you lunge at me. Instinctively my body reacts with flight and I take off down the path and pound my feet into the soft earth as I make my escape.
I remember now; a half-formed, half-joking fantasy of you chasing me down in the woods, catching me, and pinning me down to fuck me. I didn’t really think it would become a reality, but I can hear you closing in behind me. You didn’t even give me a head start and started running after me as soon as I took off.
The muted thuds of your feet hitting and pushing off of the earth behind me becomes louder, closer. I push my body to go even faster and leap over brambles and branches, ducking out of the way of others. I don’t always succeed and get slapped in the face as I scramble away from you. I can hear you cursing behind me when a well-aimed branch slaps back into your face and slows you down.
But it’s not enough. You are still gaining on me even though I am in good shape. I can’t compete with your longer legs and at the edge of a clearing in the path I feel your hand snag my calf and I go flying onto my stomach into the leaves and dirt.
Before I can even push myself upright off of the ground you are over me, pinning both of my wrists in front of my face into the forest floor with one hand and pressing your weight into my back and ass. Your other hand is busy shoving and pulling at the buttons of my shorts under me and trying to shove them down my ass. I fight you and wriggle fiercely away, but it’s no use. You get the buttons undone and enough of the zipper down to drag the denim down my thighs, leaving me exposed to you and the dappled sunlight of the afternoon coming through the leaves above. I keep my thighs tightly squeezed together to prevent you from entering me. Even that pressure feels good to both of us.
I feel you fumbling around and undoing your own fly, then the weight and heat of your smooth erection against my ass cheeks. You press hard at that place between my legs, but I am squeezed too tight for you to make your way inside even while I am so wet and slick from the chase.
“If you don’t let me inside I’ll just fuck your tight little asshole…” You growl right into my ear. Part of me wants you to fuck me in all ways, exactly like that. You press against my asshole threateningly,.
“Let. Me. In.” You press harder and I squeal into my closed lips and instantly relax my thighs for a split second to instinctively scoot away, and just like that you take your chancet; you’re plunging inside of me, and any thoughts of you fucking my ass are gone and replaced with the sensations of you pounding into my body.
You’re plowing me bruisingly against the forest floor. My body betrays my attempts to escape and I was already so hot and slick for you before you tripped me to the ground, that you slide easily in and out of me while you fuck me, although you struggle to shove the last few inches inside against the tightness of my thighs and pussy, grunting and cursing softly at the end of each thrust.
“Fuck! You really thought you could get away, huh?”
“Not a fucking chance.”
Not for faint hearted and dimwits!!
Can I expect some cruel people !! I am literally finding cruel , abusive toxic people here.
Hi,hello ,hey ,Good morning /evening/afternoon,namaste.
I am a 18 year old ( I know , I am young !!) From India .
I am a law student so while I do want and desire to be a sub but my fighting , arguing instincts take hold of me preventing me to submit . So it will be a uphill battle to make me submit . So Enjoy the ride.
And here are the incentives for the ride or ammunition depends how you see it – I have been sexually assaulted for 2 years and have been raped and yes I do have rape fantasies now .
Now how you should message me .
I don’t want a boring message saying hi hello slut , slave or any other words you dimwits like to use. Put some effort . Tell me how will you abuse me . yes I want to be abused , degraded , humiliated .
From art show to bedroom (M4F)
There was something about the warm night air, the soft glow of the lighting, the wine being catered, the rumbling murmur of the crowd milling about the exhibit. New to town, I was stretching my socializing skills, hoping to meet a buyer for my paintings and had been happening upon open (and closed) exhibits throughout the area.
My curiosity in buyers was not straight forward since I didn’t have any pieces hung in any of the local shows; rather, my plan was to approach parties interested in pieces similar to my own style and discuss the work.
We hadn’t met before that night, but I’d seen you at another show across town the weekend before. I tried to reign in my imagination before it painted your silhouette, but I wasn’t quick enough. A well balanced women, not stilted on heels, not overdone in makeup, not necessarily even focused on the art in front of her. I approached in my usual way, but you had none of it. The frame of the painting was what caught your eye; perhaps a frame would better suit the seller. I enjoyed musing with you, exploring the often neglected ideas that generic crowds repeat at every show. Coffee sounded nice; you agreed.
Straight woman made to do lesbian things
Hi, I was wondering if you people could help me find stories in which straight (or mostly straight) woman are forced into lesbian situations. Well my issue is that I am not sure where to look for, or what exactly to google. Because if I search for “forced lesbian” I get the extreme humiliation stories that I am not a fan of.
I just want a good story where a straight woman is made to do lesbian things against her will without it being to extreme… For example two girls making a bet, knowing that they will dislike the outcome is in my opinion okay because both parts accepted the bet knowing the consequences. But extreme blackmail is imo not very sexy.
Now I am not a complete lazy leech, so here is a story I have found: [LOSING THE SUPER BOWL 2015](https://www.literotica.com/s/losing-the-super-bowl-2015)
>A young woman learns not to bet on the Super Bowl.
it’s a story about two girls betting on the super bowl which ends with one of them going down on the other. I like it because it’s not too extreme.
>OK, I was way drunker than I should have been.
“Data’s Journey” A free pdf adult fan fiction book about Data from Star Trek the Next Generation
[https://datasjourneybook.link](https://datasjourneybook.link)
[https://archiveofourown.org/works/27787240](https://archiveofourown.org/works/27787240)
I wrote a free pdf adult fanfiction book about Data from Star Trek the Next Generation. I’ve been told you don’t have to be a fan of the series to enjoy the book. I wrote it because I saw the character on “Picard” and remembered how much I liked him, and the story just came to me. It is a lovely arch of a life for him – my blowing kiss goodbye to the iconic character.
Data starts a relationship with a woman from a newly discovered planet. But what does she really want? Why she is really there? And is Data ready for the consequences?
If you like intrigue, adventure, romance, hot sex, harrowing situations, and deeply touching moments – this is YOUR book. Enjoy it – it’s free!This book contains explicit, consensual, non-violent, sometimes kinky sex scenes, so it is for ADULTS (18+) ONLY!