Tag: Humiliation

The Housekeeper, pt. 2 [noncon] [deepthroating] [ball licking] [girl on top] [anal] [painal] [filming] [humiliation] [watersports] [punching] [cannabis] [420] [broken]

*This is part 2 of an ongoing series. Read part 1* [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/rapestories/comments/i1dfvb/the_housekeeper_noncon_facefucking_humiliation/)*.*

Jib woke up hungry. He nudged his wife Alice from their first nap as a couple together and whispered to her. “Make lunch,” Jib said.

Alice hesitated, then got out of bed, still sore from that morning. Jib traced her brown curves with his eyes as she waddled to the clothes she left piled on the floor. “Leave your panties.”

Alice dressed in her maid’s outfit and hurried towards the door, pausing when she caught Jib in the corner of her eye. “I’ll join you.”

Alice’s eyes darted towards Jib’s huge dick, then looked away. Jib held back a smirk, sauntering his bearish frame around the room to his bathrobe. After he tied his robe, Jib grabbed his weed and pipe off his nightstand, putting both in his pocket before grabbing his laptop and walking up behind Alice. Jib reached into Alice’s skirt pocket and grabbed her phone. “OK, go,” Jib said.”

Alice paused before leaving, something Jib fixed with a quick hump to that fat ass. “Gooooo.” Read more »

Lynn’s Dungeon Adventure- Roleplayer is shown how sexy the dungeon can become with horny monsters. Part 2

Athylla soon finds the bedroll and pack that belonged to the orc. She finds a green potion that she realizes is a potion of lust reduction and pockets it. Then she takes the dilknife and puts it in a sheath on her leg. The small plug she slips into her pack wondering what use it might have. She takes a last look around the cave and then heads out the down the passageway in the far wall dilsword in one hand and a torch in the other. She continues down the passageway and then it open up into another cave with a small pond in the middle of it. The torch doesn’t light all the way to the walls as she starts into the room. She sees a small pack next to a bedroll next to the pond. She walks over and starts to bend over and look in the pack but then realizes that there wouldn’t be a pack here without an owner. As she starts to turn she sees something come over her head from behind. As she tries to understand what it is the person behind her yanks it back seating the gag firmly in her mouth. Athylla drops the torch and starts to claw at the ball gag that is forcing her mouth open as she feels the strap pulled into the buckle behind her head and locking in place. Her eyes wild as she spins around already feel like she is having trouble breathing. The female thief is in a leather bikini that is set off with her blue harness and seven inch violet strapon that is bobbing slightly as she draws her two dildaggers. Athylla reaches behind her head trying to get to the buckle while watching the smaller woman. She says, “Oh honey it isn’t coming off until after the fight is over. It is part of its magic that and it will make you pant not letting you draw a deep breath until we are done.” While panting a bit already it wasn’t a problem yet but Athylla knew once she started to get aroused it would make the lust soar that much faster. Athylla stepped forward with a long slash across at the woman’s breasts. With a deft step she parries the blow wide with first one dildagger and then the other and then stepping in close swings in a counterattack. While it failed to hit Athylla’s breasts it caught her pack and pulls it open scattering the contents over the floor. Athylla turns swinging again high and the nimble thief ducks the shot and thrusts a dildagger at Athylla’s pussy. Athylla twists and the dildagger instead hits the base of her strapon. Athylla moans as she steps back batting the follow up attack away with her dilsword. Seeing the plug laying on the ground the thief picks it up as she advances on the retreating Athylla. Athylla feels the pleasure rising as she pants around the ball gag. She watches the thief pick up the plug as she says, “Oh I think we are going to stuff another of your holes with this. I bet you enjoy that don’t you?” Athylla having regained a bit of composure advances thrusting her dilsword for the thief’s mouth hoping to silence her with it. The thief sidesteps and then pulls on her arm pulling her forward and off balance. Athylla feels the dildagger thrust into her left breast right on the nipple and she feels her knees buckle slightly from the shock of pleasure. The thief jumps on Athylla’s back and Athylla falls face down to the ground. She manages to stay on her hands and knees panting like a dog on all fours as the thief is on her back legs wrapped around her stomach facing her ass. Athylla feels the legs squeezing as she tries to get enough air her pleasure almost overwhelming her. Then her ass feels the cool air of the dungeon and Athylla’s fogged mind tries to understand what is happening when she feels the plug pushed into her asshole with one hard push. The lust and pleasure is a mounting wave threatening to swamp her as she pants. Her strapon bobbing like a ship in a storm. She moans breasts heaving feeling so full from the plug now firmly seated in her ass. Read more »

Undercover Humiliation [FF, MC, Fdom, Humil] (Part 2 of 5)

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“Now, where did you get this again?” I asked as we sat in Katie’s car.

“Don’t know. Found it in the same dumpster, where I found the other bottles, remember? Behind some advertising agency called Noricom. I’m betting it all ties back to them somehow.” Katie peered at it as we studied at tape in her hand. “So, that’s where you got this? Noricom?” I asked.

“Yup, and I already listened to some of it. Jennifer, It’s intense. I hope….well…listening to the rest of it….you know….doesn’t mess you up further, I mean after the ‘dose’ I gave you yesterday.” Katie warned sheepishly as she pushed the tape her car’s deck and paused, looked at me dramatically.

“Puullllease! Listen kid, I was doing this when you were young enough to be my…” I paused.

“…daughter?” She her eyes danced.

I poked out my tongue in mock anger. “…younger sister.” I shot back drying to disguise being a little miffed at her.

“You sure your ready?” She asked almost sounding like she hoped I wasn’t!

“Katie, I’m a professional reporter with twenty years experience, not some horny little freak, okay? What you slipped me yesterday’s… all…gone. Trust me. I’ll be fine.” I impatiently snapped, a little embarrassed by her kid gloves. Read more »

Megan’s Slutty Adventures: Used in front of an audience [humiliation] [anal] [gagging] [audience] [heels] [ass eating]

Nervously, she began…. “I’d gone out with him for maybe 2 weeks, he was fun, pretty smart, very handsome and a nice guy (on the surface). We’d met in line at Starbuck’s, both like our coffee black, shared a love of music, Vietnamese food and romance. I was young and foolish, what can I say? Anyway, our 4th date was to be on my birthday and he wanted to give me a really special evening, again he’s a real romantic like I am. I was so excited because it was obvious to both of us that we had this sort of animal attraction to one another and it was already difficult to keep our hands to ourselves whenever we were close. Read more »

My Step Sister [MF] [MM] [Spanking]

MY STEP SISTER

This is an account of my experience with the step sister
who came into my home for a short period.

After my mom remarried I had a new step sister her name was Joni.
We were the same age, both of us were 18 at the time.

One night when our parents were out for the night I was up in my room and watching porn.
My shorts were off and I was stroking my cock to it’s full hardness.

Joni was down stairs watching TV.
Normally I am able to hear anyone walking around the house however today I was so engrossed in what I was doing I failed to hear her come up the stairs.
I had neglected to close my door fully, there was just a sliver of a gap.

Suddenly I was aware of Joni walking past the door.
I hurriedly attempted to cover myself but it was to late she had seen what I was doing.
As she walked past into her room and I felt relieved thinking maybe she didn’t see anything. Read more »

The Housekeeper [noncon] [facefucking] [humiliation] [watersports]

Jib waited for the house to empty, thinking about what he’d do to his housekeeper, Alice. In the year since she started working for the family, Alice went from a skinny, little country girl to filling out her uniform with a round, fat ass and breasts he wanted to knead while pressed up behind her. He knew she was attracted to him, stealing glances when he’d dress up to go out or arrived home after a haircut. He waited, his husky, powerful body miming how he’d grab her, toss her, pin her. Dad and uncle left first – 3 days on the farm. Auntie’d left a couple of days before – business trip to the Netherlands for a week. Alice closed the gate behind Dad’s pick up, walking back to the house as Jib walked down to meet her.

Alice’s surprise at Jib’s hands squeezing her neck made her shoot a look that made his dick shake in his pajamas. At 27, Jib looked maybe 21, but Alice, what, she 19? 20? He tried to remember those flirty glances as fear beamed off her face. Jib tightened her grip, driving Alice to claw at his hands, to no avail. Before she could try his face, he dug his thumbs into her throat. Alice panicked, feeling a gang build up her under Jib’s thumbs. She couldn’t place the polite one in a house of temperamental people with the person hurting her. In a flash, Jib released his grip. Alice let out a gasp, then Jib hand chopped her in the throat. Read more »

Undercover Humiliation [FF, MC, Fdom, Humil] (Part 1 of 5)

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Name’s Jennifer Corbitt. When I started at twenty six at the local newspapers, everything looked bright. I was the new cub, the smart, sassy, street savvy reporter in sneakers and a T-shirt. Just a kid.

We Toung Turks cub made ceaseless jokes about all the ‘older timer’ , reporters behind their backs. ‘Hey, any woman over 35 still working at a paper this small, gets what she deserved’, we’d laugh. My mouth water for a shot at the big leagues. One by one, my peers took flight. Before I knew it, twenty years flew by, but I never took flight.

As I undress for bed, I realize how cheep I look in faded jeans and a tired T-shirt at my age. Just never caught a big break, that’s what I told myself. It certainly couldn’t be my refusal to play company bullshit games and dress up in perky little business suits, like all the other young ass kissers around here. The same ones I train, so they can go off and chase all those big stories that were supposed to be mine. It just be some sort of ‘character flaw’ that’s keeping out of the big leagues, but…what? Read more »

Mentor and Mentee: Native American Exec Blackmailed Part. 1 [Oral][Free Use][Humiliation][MFF]

Rhonda marched down the hall of the thirty-sixth floor in her imposing black heels. She found no one manning the assistant’s desk for her boss Nick Coulson, VP of Research and Development for Spades International. Rhonda ratted her fingernails against the desk impatiently.

“Come in,” Nick shouted from his office. The door was open, but Rhonda couldn’t see him. She sighed and entered. Nick reclined behind his large oak desk, invited her to take a seat in front of him.

Rhonda Locklear, age 35, served as an executive directly under Nick. The Native American woman wore her black hair in a professional ponytail, and besides the heels wore a matching black pantsuit. Nick dragged his tongue across his front teeth, fishing for a way to start this conversation. He shuddered slightly.

“Everything okay sir?” asked Rhonda sternly. Nick waved his hand dismissively.

“Things will be fine. I’m sorry to call you up here a little awkwardly, but I had an item I needed to address with you. Confidential past these walls.”

Rhonda nodded affirming, crossing her muscular legs. “Where’s Ms. June at the moment?” she asked. Read more »

Sarah’s sex toy training – Part 4

She walked down the corridor as if in a trance, the words ‘leave Sarah behind’ were all she could think of. He was right – Sarah was boring, and she wanted to leave her here, unzip her like a jacket and fling her away.

She marched back to the room, stopping in front of him, fueled by a hunger to win his approval.

“Do you want to see my titties?” she asked, followed with a machine gun laugh. She stood grinning in front of him, hoping that she’d finally met his expectations.

He looked at her and shook his head.

“That’s good. But it’s not enough. You’re not giving me everything and you know it.”

Her heart sunk. Hadn’t she left Sarah outside? Hadn’t she taken the plunge and given him everything?

“These windows are double glazed, and the walls are thick,” he gestured around him. “So you don’t need to worry about keeping quiet for fear of upsetting the neighbours, if that’s what’s holding you back?”

“No sir.” Read more »

Coming back home

Standing on his feet all day and dealing with miserable people who constantly question his judgment. He puts a smile on his face, every time someone’s insulting him or one his co-worker, from the other side of the counter. What else he can do? Money isn’t cheap. Sometimes it comes with insults.

When he is not smiling, he is always tired, sad, and burning from the inside. Waiting for his shift to end, when he can go back riding subways to home. For most days, he doesn’t think much, only that, if he could end his misery. Only if he could find his drive. Rarely when he gets a seat on the last train to home, he lets his mind replay the series of events that happen during the day. Mostly, they consist of different kinds of insults or some new insult he heard that day.

In those moments of replays, he tries to find moments of success, when a customer is genuine and shows any type of kindness. Those rare moments, makes him smile again when his head is laid back to the window. This time, he too genuinely smiles. Read more »