The Don: Chapter 1 [MFf] [nc]

The Don

Present Day:

I out the window to see a black BMW pull up outside. A man dressed in a sharp suit climbed out and started making his way toward the front door, briefcase in hand with his Blackberry pressed to his ear. He had a look on his face that told me he was not having a good night. It was about to get worse.

My attention was drawn away from the screen as the blonde head begging up and down in my lap started gagging. I yanked it up by the ponytail attached to the back of it. Her face was a mess. The red lipstick she had worn to dinner was smeared across her lips and I imagined it was smeared across my cock as well. Black tears of eye makeup ran down her cheeks as they puffed in and out quickly while she fought to regain her breath. I couldn’t tell whether the tears were caused by my 9 inch cock that she was struggling to engulf or the fear f what was about to happen to her. I looked into her bright, blue eyes.

The Don: Chapter 1 [MFf] [nc]

The Don

Present Day:

I out the window to see a black BMW pull up outside. A man dressed in a sharp suit climbed out and started making his way toward the front door, briefcase in hand with his Blackberry pressed to his ear. He had a look on his face that told me he was not having a good night. It was about to get worse.

My attention was drawn away from the screen as the blonde head begging up and down in my lap started gagging. I yanked it up by the ponytail attached to the back of it. Her face was a mess. The red lipstick she had worn to dinner was smeared across her lips and I imagined it was smeared across my cock as well. Black tears of eye makeup ran down her cheeks as they puffed in and out quickly while she fought to regain her breath. I couldn’t tell whether the tears were caused by my 9 inch cock that she was struggling to engulf or the fear f what was about to happen to her. I looked into her bright, blue eyes.

The Ripe Redhead (Part 1) [MF] [nc] [bd]

I’d very much like to get some feedback, as this is my first attempt at a story outside of patchy RP on forums. I’m hoping to get constructive criticism that I can use when writing the continuation of this story.

He was a wicked man. A cruel, sadistic monster. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. He had just arrived in a fresh town, having just made a hasty exit from the last town after his most recent escapade. He had just his van still, his would-be infamous van, of not for his pristine record. Poor girl, he thought, reminiscing their last moments together, before he planted her in the garden behind the cabin. She was such a beautiful creature, but the woman was spent, and he had to find a new plaything.

He pawned a few of the previous girl’s valuables at a seedy pawn shop, the kind that never asks nor answers questions, and used the money to buy some food. He never kept trophies, and never left a trail. His victims always disappeared into the ether, and always arrived in his domain on the other side, to live through hell and pay with their bodies for his pleasure.

The Ripe Redhead (Part 1) [MF] [nc] [bd]

I’d very much like to get some feedback, as this is my first attempt at a story outside of patchy RP on forums. I’m hoping to get constructive criticism that I can use when writing the continuation of this story.

He was a wicked man. A cruel, sadistic monster. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. He had just arrived in a fresh town, having just made a hasty exit from the last town after his most recent escapade. He had just his van still, his would-be infamous van, of not for his pristine record. Poor girl, he thought, reminiscing their last moments together, before he planted her in the garden behind the cabin. She was such a beautiful creature, but the woman was spent, and he had to find a new plaything.

He pawned a few of the previous girl’s valuables at a seedy pawn shop, the kind that never asks nor answers questions, and used the money to buy some food. He never kept trophies, and never left a trail. His victims always disappeared into the ether, and always arrived in his domain on the other side, to live through hell and pay with their bodies for his pleasure.

The uniform policy violation [FFff] [nipple torture]

I should have added these two tags to the top: [nc] [exhibitionism]

Hello! This is an excerpt of a complete scene from my text-based game. This is not the first scene so it probably requires some background information before you get started: You are the principal of Saint Mary’s, a financially ruined all-female college. Fortunately, an anonymous benefactor offers to keep the school afloat so long as the students and teachers perform lewd acts. That’s probably all you need to know! I’ll put more info in a comment.

As you walk to the gym you think, Mrs. Ball is an interesting character. Although you can blackmail her with the knowledge of her crimes, there’s never been a need. There were rumors of her sadistic perversions even before you needed to encourage it for financial gain. Truth be told, a month ago she was a few days from being fired but then the Anonymous Benefactor turned her behavior from a liability into an asset.

She is about 40 years old and has a fat and disgusting body. It is odd that someone so unfit would take up a career in physical education.

Freya’s new slaves – Warhammer 40k [TFf] [anal] [bdsm] [nc] [fantasy]

ATTENTION reader, this story contains: futa, BDSM, torture, violence, rape, lactation.

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The light inside the warehouse was dim, but Freya could see several Slaves in their cages who were visibly relieved that their time to be sold had not yet arrived. Two women however were terrified as they looked back at their new owner. She turned away from the slave cages to pay for her purchase.
The purse had barely landed in the slave-traders hand and he was already counting the coins. Freya could only roll her eyes at that. As if she, Captain of Lady Sokaras personal guard, would have a need to deceive a lowly merchant like him. In fact he should have been happy she always came back to him, despite his tendency to overprice the goods. On the other hand she had to admit: She was always satisfied with what he sold to her.

White Skank Owned [Mf NonCon]

This fictional story contains significant non-consensual sexual encounters and repeated depictions of a raped woman who desires her (multiple) attacks. Please do not proceed if this type of fiction is not for you. This story is not intended to depict any actual person(s), living or dead. This story is submitted for publication at Literotica but hasn’t been approved at the time of publishing. It was inspired by some posts in /r/rapekink so if that isn’t your cup of tea, then maybe skip this one.

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G: Max! There you are, sit down man, thanks for stopping in.

M: George, what’s up. You know I don’t come into town much. What the fuck do you want?

G: Just to catch up man! The wifes been a bitch lately and the goddamn kids keep me running all over town. Why do I need a special reason just to have a quiet night with an old friend. What? Why you looking at me that way? Ok, fuck, maybe I could use a top-up.

M: Shut the fuck up George. I’m not gonna talk about that shit with you, not here.

Cleansing [f] [nc] [reluc] [bd] [drugs] [huml] [anal]

The last thing you remember is drinking at the bar. It was Friday night, you had four days until you had to go back to work and you were determined to celebrate. You were overdue for a girl’s night out anyway. You knew you had been drinking way too hard, so you had called for a ride home. That was the last thing you could recall, and you weren’t sure if you had ever made it to that ride.

 

Your head was incredibly foggy. Just opening your eyes was a monumental effort. You seemed to be laying down, but you had no idea where you were or how you had gotten there. You tried to move, but your body didn’t respond.

 

If you focused, you were able to open your eyes and look around but you didn’t seem to be able to raise your head. Your eyes and tongue seemed to be working but everything lower than that was numb. You would have been terrified, but you couldn’t really form coherent thoughts.

 

Disposable Pajamas [F] [nc] [anal] [Fsub] [huml]

You’ve known for a long time that you have a rape fetish. You felt guilty at first, but just the thought of being helpless and used like that is enough to make your clit throb achingly. So, when you found the online rape fetish forum it was a huge relief. There were others out there who felt the same way you did. Even more interestingly, some of the users were setting up rape experiences. Just agree on a place and time, leave your door unlocked at night, and an anonymous rapist would show up to make your darkest fantasies come true.

 

The voice in your head tried to tell you it was a bad idea, but it wasn’t nearly as demanding as the voice between your legs. Besides, the whole thing seemed pretty safe, like a healthy way of exploring your kink. Lots of women were posting positive experiences, and you could even chat with a few different potential rapists before picking the lucky winner. You knew there were risks, but you were on birth control and felt like as long as you were careful then nothing bad would happen.

 

Sticky Situation [M][fantasy] [bst] [anal] [nc]

You feel your cock begin to harden at just the thought of it. Standing on the rough surface of the beach, half sand and half mud. The aquamarine waves of the lake stretching out in front of you, slightly more viscous than normal water. The unnatural waves were a subtle indicator of the creatures that flowed beneath the surface. Goo beings, with bodies of living slime. You had always been fascinated by the stories, and now it was time to enjoy the experience firsthand. Today you were going to catch yourself a goo girl.

 

Despite the building urgency, you took your time and carefully prepared. You couldn’t afford to waste this chance. It wasn’t easy, but you tried to steady your hands as you began to empty your backpack of essential equipment.

 

Most of the space within the pack was occupied by a fine spider silk web. You were counting on it serving as an ideal net, the hydrophobic material cutting through the water easily while still ensnaring the body of one of the goo creatures. Around the edge of the net, sturdy chains were clipped on so that you could cast the net out and easily retrieve it. Finally, you gingerly withdrew the flask made of crystalline glass. The thick white fluid within had cost a fortune, but it was about to be worth it.