collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
[https://johndrakeauthor.com/2020/02/23/constellation-arc-1-gathering-dusk/](https://johndrakeauthor.com/2020/02/23/constellation-arc-1-gathering-dusk/)
This is an original superheroine story! Themes include rape, corruption, revenge, slavery, redemption, and lots and lots of kinky sex. There will be a new issue posted every Monday for the next three months… if you think you might like it, check it out!
Currently on [Issue 4](https://i.imgur.com/449L75G.png)
Don’t want to spam it. I am only sharing the link on two subs. This is my first attempt and I hope I can write better. This chapter doesn’t have much explicit details. It is rather an introductory kind of chapter. I hope I can carry on from here on. Please do read and let me know your opinion.
*My first post, pls give feedback.*
At midnight, Marcus sped down the empty road at top speed. Evan was in the passenger seat looking pretty. His head was tipped back, the dashboard lights glowing on his exposed neck. His skin was soft and smooth. Marcus imagined pressing his lips to Evan’s throat, imagined how warm it would feel. He felt his dick twitch in his pants. All his muscles were tense. He pressed on the gas pedal.
Evan was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, fit for the humid summer night. Marcus’s slender hand strayed from the gear shift to Evan’s knee. Evan let out a little gasp and his legs fell open. Marcus inched his hand up the inside of Evan’s thigh and rubbed his thumb on the bare skin below Evan’s shorts. He felt Evan shudder with want beneath his palm. He kept his other hand wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, knuckles white. The car swerved, spewing gravel, tires spinning against dirt.
Wasn’t sure where else to post this but I’m looking to commission custom erotica (including cuckold, bdsm, chastity, forced-Bi and few plot details). Ideally have experience writing about similar kinks
**Another Anon user suggestion, very hot story and situation!**
**10 points to anyone who can guess which famous person Morgan is based off! :D**
**Please enjoy….**
The seventeen thousand strong crowds gave wave after wave of applause when Morgan finished her encore. She had sung her signature song and the battalions of teenage girls went hysteric. All these people were here for her and Morgan loved it. These people had paid good money for overpriced tickets to come and see her sing her number one hits, and Morgan had only just turned eighteen.
Morgan waved and bowed and then left the stage. She walked down a busy corridor, people complimenting and praising her for the great show, fans who had made it backstage shouting her name and reaching out, anything just to touch her. Morgan talked to a few and took a few photographs with them. She loved meeting the fans. Fourteen-year-old girls crying and being nervous, they reminded her off herself when she was that age, before she had become one of the most acclaimed young popstars.
Some topics I have been thinking about myself include how to deal with people linking to their blogs, people selling their published works, people selling their writing services, new rules people might like feel like we need.
Awhile ago I added the tag rule which I feel was much needed and is going well, I welcome thoughts on that.
I exclusively use old reddit to browse so any feedback from people using new reddit would be great.
Chapter 1
The dark haired senator wrapped his strong hands around her rear, and carried her onto her desk, displacing her stacks of papers. She felt weightless as she flew through the air, as if lifting her caused him no strain. He kissed her assertively, one hand behind her head, pulling her closer to him. Her desire burned hotter than it ever had.
The man was Seth deGrom, the junior senator from Wisconsin. He was the cliche image of a perfect man. Tall, dark, handsome; piercing, hypnotic blue eyes, broad shoulders, and a lean, strong physique. His hair was dark as night, and always perfectly in place, like a good politician. His lips were nearly equal to his eyes in their ability to lure in the opposite sex. They were full, plump, and seemed magnetic to the pleasure zones of influential women. Seth’s dark five o’clock shadow felt rough on her delicate skin.
The woman was Kendra Wallace, Executive Director of the Wisconsin Nurses Union. Her mid-30s body was fit and curvy. She had tan, almost olive-toned skin, with rich, chestnut colored hair that flowed easily just past her shoulders. For the campaign rally tonight, she wore a blue skirt and blazer, both professional, but unable to hide her near perfect figure.
**READ PART 1** [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ffmlgn/welcome_to_the_family_rape_kidnap_brutal_blowjob/)
**READ PART 2** [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fg3qgp/welcome_to_the_family_part_2_rape_brutal_creampie/)
**This part is shorter than the last two, and it’s kinda split into three short segments that came form three different user suggestions. I’m gonna write one more part to end this, so if you have any suggestion for the final fate of Sofia and Isabella, please send them my way.**
**Enjoy…**
Sofia was bent over a dirty table in the barn, a tall man with greying hair was fucking her in the ass. This was the seventh time she had been sodomized today, she didn’t cry or scream anymore. Her face was dead and her eye glazed over. How long had he been fucking her? She didn’t know?’ How long had she been in locked in the barn? She didn’t know. After the sixth night, Sofia had lost all sense of place and time. A nightmare that wouldn’t end, a nightmare full of beatings and assault.
The tall man growled and he came in her ass. Another strange man’s seed leaking down her inner thigh. He pulled out and looked left. ‘Hey, you nearly finished?’
I stand pressed against the table, hands on the cool countertop, as you trace a fingertip down my spine. I feel the goosebumps tickle my back as you bend close to my ear.
“Were you a good girl today?” you ask, the warmth of your breath against my neck.
“Yes” I answer quickly, too quickly.
You’re silent as your fingers move back up my spine and down my shoulders, brushing the thin straps of my dress down onto my arms. My mind races as your silence lingers a few more seconds.
“I don’t believe you.”
I consider protesting but your hand has already softly snaked around my throat, gently pushing the sides of neck, and I think better of it as you tip my head back against your chest. Your other arm wraps around my waist, scrunching the fabric of my dress against my stomach as you press my back into your body. As you pull closer, kissing the slope of my neck and shoulder, my dress is pulled higher, pulling me onto my tippy toes and exposing the lace of my panties.
I suck in breath, at the mercy of whatever your mouth and hands want to take from me. I feel you slowly harden against my ass and the adrenaline and excitement makes me dizzy.
I whimper once, faintly, as one warm, rough hand slides down between my legs and squeezes my thigh as your other hand tightens across my throat.
As I lay there in the long shadows of the afternoon and listen for the fumbling of keys in shakey hands I can feel the familiar throbbing warmth growing between my legs. I hear the key find purchase and the grinding metal release of the door latch sets my soul on fire. Adrenaline is pumping hot and fast through my veins, my legs suddenly can’t sit still and the rubbing and shifting becomes focused on my upper thighs. I’m wet. I’m really wet.
As the bedroom door slowly opens my legs fall apart and the cool air rushes across my naked skin to relieve the burning. There are no words spoken. Just deliberate, practiced readying. Struggling at the jean button, I reach out and flick the button free as the first electric touch slides through my throbbing, glistening core. I convulse up. Hips pressing that touch, urging that touch to go further.
My mouth is dry and, as if conjured from some deep need inside me, two plump, warm lips meet mine. The lips part and I take long, hungry breathes, begging this strong tongue to be the first penetration. I feel fingers gingerly exploring the aching wetness between my legs. Rubbing the length of each long finger through my wet slit, carefully avoiding the begging point of satisfaction. As I suck his tongue into my mouth, I realize suddenly why each finger had to be so thoroughly wet.