Tag: Non-consensual

S.O.L. Games Level 2: “Web Design” 1/2 (teachers and 18yo senior women abducted for sex games on remote island replica of their school. kinda ‘choose your own adventure’) [mf][nc][rape][Mdom][sadism]

**Don’t start at this chapter! See the comments below for the reading order!**

*Pronounced ‘soul’ games. Teachers and high school seniors abducted and forced into extreme sex games on a remote island replica of their school. Episodic stories inspired by the anime “Euphoria”, the book “Battle Royal”, the show “Squid Games”, etc.*

*In this one, I choose my crush, a mean plump goth girl. The choice is driven by the hope that an experienced slut can handle the situation better than others, but I also want to break the unbreakable girl who always thought herself out of my league.*

DISCLAIMERS

I’m just trying to help with these disclaimers! I don’t want to spring things on anyone. My writing includes very dark themes and is SUPPOSED to be gross and wrong, which is what makes it so thrilling to write! You SHOULD feel icky reading it, which is why I consider it HORROR! I try to creep myself out as I write, getting into the mindset of a perverted VILLAIN. I do not condone any of the things I write about!

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Read more »

Released from prison, Part 3: NC/Rape/Reluctance – ALL PEOPLE IN STORY OVER THE AGE OF 18

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I never explain in my CNC stories how consent was garnered. I have a post named “How I approach stories about CNC/R**p*ay” pinned on my page explaining why. CNC relationships come in all forms, including scenes that may seem/feel too real. I can assure you that since the stories are always starring me as the prey, I consent. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

It had been near impossible for me to get any sleep since the night he so kindly paid me a visit. It had already been a week but I still lay awake and afraid. Every time a gust of wind hits the window, I jump up in fear that he’s back. I will be on parole for 3 years. I am beginning to worry I will spend the entirety of it as a sex slave to Logan. I have a meeting at the actual office for the first time this afternoon. If it is anything like his initial home visit, people being around will prevent him from trying anything but I’m realizing to expect the unexpected with him. Read more »

Charmed (Non-Consensual, Mind Control, Dark, Short)

Anita was woken up by the ringing of her office phone. “Hello?” she answered, still dazed. There was no one on the other end… again. Now that her senses were coming back, she doubted whether the phone even rang at all.

It was dark outside, another day wasted because of mysterious blackouts. The doctor had upped her dosage; she hoped it would make a difference, that maybe she could get a few things done today from the growing pile of filing requests on her desk. Disheveled and covered in drool stains, Anita got the evening’s sobs of exhausted frustration out of the way, adjusted her pencil skirt, fixed her uneven shirt buttons, and left her office for a hopefully more restful sleep at home…

“Hi Anita, you’re working late.” It was her boss accompanied by a young man that looked a lot like him. She quickly wiped her face with her sleeve to get rid of any leftover tears or strange sticky smudges.

“Mr. Sitwell, good morning. I mean… evening. I’m sorry. I still didn’t get a chance to finish that report you asked me to do.”

“The one I asked you to do 6 months ago?” Read more »

Cheating Wife: Part 2: NC/Blackmail/CNC/Reluctance

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I never explain in my CNC stories how consent was garnered. I have a post named “How I approach stories about CNC/R**p*ay” pinned on my page explaining why. CNC relationships come in all forms, including scenes that may seem/feel too real. I can assure you that since the stories are always starring me as the prey, I consent. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

“You can’t hide all night, you could freeze. Get eaten by a bear” I yelled, coming to a stop. I quieted, trying to hear her feet crunch the leaves and twigs that scattered the mountain floor. My eyes had adjusted to the dark already but with no light pollution, only the shadows of the woods were visible. The silhouette of large pines and aspen leaves peeking out without conformity. Off in the distance to the right, crunchhhh. I remain frozen, knowing she is listening too. Twigs begin to snap, the leaves slowly crunching as her light footsteps proceed away from me. I knew I would catch up to her so I took my time and enjoyed the hunt. Letting her exhaust herself on the rough terrain. I stalk behind, stepping behind a tree. “I can heeeear youuuu” I sang in her direction, my silhouette hidden behind the trunk of a large tree. Read more »

My first time wife stealing.

Look, we all know how it happens. Flirting. Failed restraint. Growing closer. Compromising situation. The decision. Sex.

I started cheating online, then moved onto real life partners… I’ve been at this a while, and every one followed more or less that pattern. So …

I’m going to skip the boring details. The flirting, the courtship/manipulation and move onto the highlights only. Just know it usually happens slowly over time.

Also know, that it isn’t just married pussy that I’m addicted to, it’s knowing I’ve beaten her husband. It’s knowing I’ve taken from him the one thing he thought he’d monopolized.

I love when I can look him in the eyes and know exactly the same things he does about his wife’s body, as well as her hopes, expectations, and dreams… But mostly what the inside of her vagina feels like.

Enter Aubrey and Clyde.

Aubrey was a tough nut to crack, though it wasn’t my intention to begin with.

She’s short, 5’2″ to my 6’3″. Thin, but not skeletal. She has shoulder length brown hair, and pale skin rivaling my ginger tone. Read more »

Cheater Blackmailed: NC/Blackmail/Reluctance

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I never explain in my CNC stories how consent was garnered. I have a post named “How I approach stories about CNC/R**p*ay” pinned on my page explaining why. CNC relationships come in all forms, including scenes that may seem/feel too real. I can assure you that since the stories are always starring me as the prey, I consent. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

I hadn’t raped her yet, but she knew by now that I could. Maybe even would. She really should have thought about that before she lied and cheated. I know she feels guilty and would do most things to prevent her life from being blown to smithereens. So I find enjoyment in that. Toying with her, scaring her, controlling her, are just a few of life’s joys. Let me start from the beginning. Read more »

The Babysitter’s Promotion (Part 2) [NC] [Mdom] [Breed]

(This story is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18. This story depicts rape and non-concentual sex. This is not an endorsement of that behavior. ALL REAL WORD SEX SHOULD HAVE ENTHUSIASTIC CONSENT FROM ALL PARTIES.)

I had been on the road for over an hour heading out of town. My destination was a simple motel in the middle of nowhere. In the backseat of the car slept the Babysitter, curled up in a ball. She had eventually propped herself up and buckled in before being lulled to sleep by the dark desolate highway. It was a brief respite for her. She was sleeping gently when we arrived at the motel. It was an inconspicuous place, the kind of roadside motel that populated every highway. My reservation had been made online, which made it possible to grab my room key and get back to the car quickly. My timing was lucky and I returned back to my car as the babysitter began to wake.

“Wh-where the hell are we?” She stammered. Her voice was fearful and confused. In the backseat she whipped her head around desperately trying to catch her bearing. Then slumping in her seat when she realizes the dark of the night and the unfamiliar location had hopelessly disoriented her. She pulled her knees tight to her chest, softly sobbing and cursing her need to sleep. Read more »

Kidnapped by a Cult [humil] [rape] [bdsm] [nc] [M+F]

It’s my first time writing an erotica so please let me know how I did and/or how I could improve it. Enjoy!

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It was 9:00 AM on a Monday, and Mia woke up, thanks to the alarm her mother set after she slept at night. Well, she was awake anyway, might as well get ready for college. She got up from bed and brushed her teeth. Going downstairs, her mother and father were talking about the trip they were going to. “You ready for college? Remember, there is a key-” “-under the rug, I remember Mom”, she said with a bored expression on her face.

Breakfast was relatively normal, not much happened. After she was done, Mia picked up her bag and left for school. Or so she had her parents believe. Mia had other plans. Her parents were supposed to leave 30 minutes after she left for college and return a week later. So for a week, she had the house to herself and that meant she would stay home the whole time. She went into the woods behind her house and waited. She hid behind some bushes, and through the branches, she had direct view of her house, and soon enough, her parents left. Read more »

Tied up after the seminar [Non-consensual][Bondage][Rough Play][Bisexual][Anal][BJ][Spanking][Fictional]

Jason sat at the bar at the Kings Crown hotel, a five-star establishment which hosted the annual BDSM conference. A large man, with broad shoulders thickly muscled arms, a barrel chest and powerful legs. His well-defined muscles were hidden by his formal attire, a plain black suit with a purple tie. He had a handsome face, according to his wife at least, with military cut dark brown hair and grey starting to color his temples. He picked up his scotch staring into the void while thinking on the seminar that had just ended. It was a new form of bondage he had never tried before; the premise was to give ones partner a body suit of rope that leaves the breasts and lips visible while also putting pressure on the clit with movement. It didn’t restrain the wearer in the least and this bothered him, “What was the point…” he mused softly to himself. The technique had a couple of versions and modifications that could be made to restrain the wearer which were more to his liking, but the effort seemed prohibitive. Read more »

Self Caught CEO M45M40+F30 Mind Control, Blackmail, Non-consensual

Self Caught CEO M45M40+F30 Mind Control, Blackmail, Non-consensual

My name is Jan Ardwater, CEO of Boudicca Athletic Wear, plus sized athletic wear for women serious about their workouts. I am one of those women, 48G-40-46. Let me tell you, before I came to the market, no one was making clothes for us.

I founded my company with the money I was left by my grandmother after her death. My parents told me I should use it for school, or to buy a house, but I had a dream.

I put myself through school, working as a fitness instructor and yoga teacher, while working on my Business degree. I absolutely knew what I wanted to do, and I knew no one else was doing it. I am cursed, some would say blessed, with the kind of curves that people pay good money to fake, or to see naked.

Fun fact, we look so much better naked because no clothes are designed for us. The best we can do is take the general potato sack of the plus size clothes no one makes attractive because they assume people in them want to conceal their bodies and have something to hide. Read more »