Tag: Humiliation

Caught In The Golden Webs Of The Spider Queen [str8] [Fdom] [Bd] [Fantasy][Huml] [nc] [oral]

**An adventure story of Thorvik Kabot, Succubus Slayer.**

With one kick from his powerful leg, Thorvik kicked in the door to the secret church of the Spider-Goddess, Kalindraa and, with a sweeping backhand, immediately dispatched two of the dark-robed, female Spider-Acolytes standing guard.

Illuminated by torchlight, Thorvik Kabot’s strong Nordic physique was an impressive sight and a testament to the purity of his lineage and breeding as he had the strong, battle-scarred, muscled body of a barbarian with the chiseled facial features of a nobleman with a strong brow, prominent nose and striking blue eyes and a head of curly blonde hair.

Thorvik’s manner of dress was simple. Leather boots, loincloth and his shoulder-scabbard, which held the legendary succubi-slaying holy longsword, “DawnKeeper”.

The barbarian-knight and conqueror of five kingdoms, surveyed his surroundings: stairs hewn from limestone descended to an open shrine area of fiery braziers arranged symmetrically around a large golden idol of a beautiful nude Asian woman with six-arms and eight eyes.

Additionally, many exotic silks (*no doubt spun from the Goddess herself*) hung from the walls, giving the secret church something of a “parlor” appearance. Read more »

Crème Fraîche – Humiliated by a group of girls on the train [Str8, fffm, huml, Fdom, nc]

I posted this on r/eroticliterature, hope it isn’t against the rules to post it here too.

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This story is based on an actual experience I had a few years ago on a late night London tube train. The story is entirely true up until the point of physical contact. After that, it’s just fantasy.

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I was waiting for the last underground train, headed home from a work party. I was very tired and quite drunk, I just wanted to get home as fast as possible. The train arrived, and I entered. The carriage was almost empty, save for three loud drunk girls.

As I walked past them, I couldn’t help but notice that one of them had very large breasts with a very deep, exposed cleavage. Being a man, it caught my eye and I involuntarily glanced at them for a split second. As this happened, I saw that she had a wide grin on her face, looking straight at me, her two friends started giggling, and they said something like “He likes your tits!”. Read more »

Crème Fraîche – Humiliated by a group of girls on the train

This story is based on an actual experience I had a few years ago on a late night London tube train. The story is entirely true up until the point of physical contact. After that, it’s just fantasy.

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I was waiting for the last underground train, headed home from a work party. I was very tired and quite drunk, I just wanted to get home as fast as possible. The train arrived, and I entered. The carriage was almost empty, save for three loud drunk girls.

As I walked past them, I couldn’t help but notice that one of them had very large breasts with a very deep, exposed cleavage. Being a man, it caught my eye and I involuntarily glanced at them for a split second. As this happened, I saw that she had a wide grin on her face, looking straight at me, her two friends started giggling, and they said something like “He likes your tits!”. Read more »

Reese Joins the Party; [mF][anal][analingus][fisting][tentacles][huml][Fdom][age][taboo][fantasy][roleplay]

Comment, upvote, share with a kinky friend. Send it to your enemy and watch them tremble, idc. But most of all, enjoy yourself ;)
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And so, the party made their way through the Falbrook Forest, seeking out the old sage’s rod. It was a minor quest, but they did need the money. The viridian knight Desha kept her dauntless gaze forward for trouble, aided by Halfdan the ranger, taking up the rear guard. In the last town, two more companions joined their party: Illura, druid which had assumed a form between man and beast — she was a pig girl — and an enigmatic human arcane caster of some kind, known as Reese. He hadn’t cast a single spell since he’d been in the party.

In fact, all he had done was flirt with the two women. Desha ignored his advances entirely, though he tried several times. Yet no one else in the party wanted to acknowledge what was happening. Any time they entered a building, it seemed as if he was very eager to walk out in front of Illura. It seemed like he wanted to protect her, but it soon became clear that he was just trying to trap her in whatever room they were in alone, for a moment of privacy. Read more »

A Prince of Arabia part 1 [BDSM]

The sand was hot on my bare feet as I walked two steps behind my captor, a fatatan assassin of the rimal. I was naked but for my chains. My wrists were locked behind me while my feet were hobbled by a short set of links. An iron leash connected my sunburnt neck to my enemy’s hand. I was a prince of the Levant but now I was also a prisoner.

The girl who held me in bondage was not imposing. She was short and slim but I knew she carried the sting of a scorpion in her frame. The bruises on my body were proof of that.

That had been my mistake, underestimating her. She had come upon me while I bathed in an oasis. She dazzled me with her alluring voice. Trained in the arts of seduction her whole life. I had no reason to suspect. Girls often threw themselves at me for the privilege of a night with a prince. I should have known the moment I tasted that spice on her lips, like cinnamon and dates. It was a sleeping drug often used by the females of the caste of assassins to incapacitate their prey. Read more »

A Prince of Arabia part 1 [BDSM]

The sand was hot on my bare feet as I walked two steps behind my captor, a fatatan assassin of the rimal. I was naked but for my chains. My wrists were locked behind me while my feet were hobbled by a short set of links. An iron leash connected my sunburnt neck to my enemy’s hand. I was a prince of the Levant but now I was also a prisoner.
The girl who held me in bondage was not imposing. She was short and slim but I knew she carried the sting of a scorpion in her frame. The bruises on my body were proof of that.
That had been my mistake, underestimating her. She had come upon me while I bathed in an oasis. She dazzled me with her alluring voice. Trained in the arts of seduction her whole life. I had no reason to suspect. Girls often threw themselves at me for the privilege of a night with a prince. I should have known the moment I tasted that spice on her lips, like cinnamon and dates. It was a sleeping drug often used by the females of the caste of assassins to incapacitate their prey.
“Hurry up behiima!” she taunted. “We must make it to the hills before sundown if we are to assure that there is no hope of your rescue.” It was maddening. With each bitter step I lessened my odds of freedom.
For a moment I struggled against my fetters and pulled on my leash. Seeing the look of fury in her eyes I felt instant regret.
She wheeled on me like a viper snapped her leather whip in the air. It was the type used to break unruly horses. Next it crossed my quivering skin. An angry red streak marked the path of her vengeance. She pulled me forward by my leash and grabbed the rear of my hair. I felt her knee in my back and dropped to the ground.
“You are a dog!” she spat. “And I will bring your fakhur spirit to heel or you will regret the first day you saw the sun rise.” She dug her knee into my kidney and waited. “Please!” I sputtered “no more.” She relaxed her grip a bit. “You will show me your regret” she said. “Lick my boots shariha!”
As the son of a sultan I could never submit myself so brazenly before an assassin, an outcast! My muscles twitched with rage and humiliation. She brought her whip down once upon my buttocks in a snap of pain and shoved my chin into her foot. With all the hatred man has ever felt i licked her boot. More ignominy and disgrace no prince since the days of Abraham has felt I am sure.
She hauled me up and steadied me, seeming calmer after bending me to her will.
She looked deep into my eyes. Her unusual venom green irises peering into my soul. “Come o ‘asir” she said not entirely without warmth. “We must make camp before sunset.”

My Asian Girlfriend Fucked by a Retard and his Dad [nc][huml][cuck]

[*** Fictional story that’s been on my mind of late ***]

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My girlfriend Haylee and I have been dating for just around two years now. She’s 22 years old, from china and as cute as can be. I’m 24, half asian, half white and absolutely in love her. Haylee is my baby. She’s very small in stature (around 5’ 0”) and just plain innocent looking, with perfectly smooth, light skin. She also has a surprisingly round little butt, especially for a Chinese girl. We’re both pretty shy by nature and don’t really go out of our way to meet new people on the regular. To be honest I like it this way, because I’m always afraid that Haylee will one day meet someone better then me. Someone bigger, louder, and more outgoing. Read more »

Nudity Retreat Humiliation [Fdom] [Hum] [Fm] [Exh] [Reluc]

I had just turned 21 and I was enjoying the sun at the Sierra Diabla Adult Nudist Retreat, partially to work on my tan, but mostly to try to overcome my shyness at being nude.

As I became familiar with my surroundings, I noticed that the retreat was pretty busy with a higher ratio of women to men; just then my thoughts were interrupted as a hand slapped my bare ass.

I whirled around and was shocked to see Sharon, a sexy cougar that had been my neighbor next to my childhood home. Sharon was a petite-yet busty 5’4” African-American woman with wide sexy blue eyes that seemed to smile at me, those same eyes that smiled mischievously when she’d caught me staring at her years ago while she was sunbathing.

“I thought I recognized that sexy booty !” Sharon said smiling; not having expected to see anyone I knew, I immediately felt self-conscious about my nudity.

“Give me a hug baby” Sharon said as she advanced and hugged me, my cock making contact against her warm, oiled skin and becoming half-hard as her hands slid down my back and playfully squeezed the cheeks of my ass. Read more »

25M4F – Molding and Shaping a slut for Ownership – Mixture of very cute and very degraded. Come write with me!

I unmounted her quickly. Her tight pussy closing with a slop as I pulled out. Her intense breathing and gasps were everything I imagined they would be. I stood above with the belt taught for a few seconds. The way her back arched was majestic. I spat on her, dropped the make shift collar and lead belt and let her fall down naturally with fatigue. With her face to the ground, it took her only two seconds before she leant back and spread her arse cheeks like she knew she was supposed to. I smiled at her eagerness to serve and please. Then I spat at her gaping fuck holes one more time as we both panted, catching our breath.

This woman in front of me was everything I needed. I had to mindfully calm myself otherwise I would have jumped back on her and finished balls deep with a growl.

“What are you?”

“A slut to use.” She replied. Her sloppy pussy and arse opening and closing with her heavy breaths.

“Up.” I said as I walked across the room to take a seat, shaking my legs off to stop my left thigh from cramping. Read more »