Tag: Non-consensual

Fuck the Police 2 – The Second Offense [Str8] [MF] [Mdom] [nc] [preg]

In the middle of the night outside a small house, Tyler opened the trunk of his car.  Inside of which was Officer Karen.  She lay there in shock, naked leaking cum.  Her tear streaked face wore an expression of resigned horror.  Tyler could tell she was still processing what he had just done to her.  Her wide eyes looking off into space spoke volumes.  She knew she was a damaged thing now, and Tyler knew it too.

Now it was time for him to capitalize on it.   He ran his hand down along her body.  She felt soft and warm, but there was an athletic firmness to her body too.  Karen shuddered at his touch, but she was in no position to refuse Tyler.  He already had enough blackmail to keep her compliant, but he had to keep the pressure on.  His hand reached her groin, and slid down to caress Karen’s labia.  He could feel the wet  slimy remnants of the cum he filled her with earlier.  Still it was slicker and wetter than he thought it would be from just his cum leaking out.  A wickedly lewd smile appeared on his face. “Still wet I see.”  He said fingering Karen’s cunt.  “Fuck you’re such a slut.  If word ever got out…”  Tyler trailed off, he knew Karen couldn’t risk being exposed for what she was.  “Well it looks like we’ve made it to your home.  Aren’t you going to be a good host, and show me in?” Read more »

Don’t Forget Who You Belong To [M/ftm] [Gay] [nc] [Mdom] [stepfather] [rough]

Being home for fall break was strange. Sean lay in his old bed, blocking his view of the familiar ceiling with his phone. When he heard the knock at the door, he barely moved.

“What?”

“Just checking in.” He glanced up from his phone to see Carl standing in the doorway. His mom had met Carl during Sean’s senior year of high school. They had gotten married while Sean had been at college. He hadn’t bothered to come home for the wedding. “I see you’ve settled in.”

“Yeah. I live here.”

“I do, too. You should have come and said hello.”

“Why would I bother?”

“It’s polite.” Carl leaned in the doorway. He was still dressed from work, white dress shirt tucked into black slacks. He had barely even loosened his tie. His sleeves were rolled up over his forearms, probably from helping Sean’s mother out in the kitchen. “I expect a level of respect from you.”

Sean rolled his eyes. “Fuck you, Carl.”

Carl stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. “Get on your knees.”

Sean put down his phone. “What?” Read more »

A dark fantasy. I’m a new author, feedback and advice on style and form are welcomed! I’m looking to improve my righting so be honest.

**Disclaimer: non-consensual sex is wrong. This was written for someone who had a “consensual/non-consensual” fantasy. The author (me lol) would never take actions that were not previously consented to.***

The Break In…

It was the second house that night. No one home at the first, but there was a car in the driveway so I was careful. Didn’t find anything downstairs worth taking. I need some jewelry or cash so I headed up stairs.

When I entered the bedroom I froze. A woman was sleeping in the bed. She was naked, lying on her stomach. She rolled to her side, accentuating the curve of her hips. I heard a soft snore, she was out.

I moved out into the hallway. I pulled the duct tape out of my bag and tore off a piece. I felt myself getting hard in anticipation.
I moved into the room and over to the bed. She was still out cold.
Looking down at her I feel my cock ache.
Time for fun. Read more »

[MF] [nc] [caution] The restaurant downstairs

*I would like to thank a beautiful and sweet (and definitely very kinky ;-) redditress for inspiring this fantasy and playing along with a few of my filthy thoughts along the way*

I live in San Francisco, on the beautiful west coast of California. The weather is generally mild, and my apartment windows overlook the ocean. Yes it can get a bit noisy at times, with me living above a restaurant, but I never thought too much of it. I’m young, I enjoy going out and having fun, and I am often out till late. The noise never bothered me. And I never thought it would change my life.

It was a Saturday evening like many. Except I stayed home. For some reason, I didn’t feel like getting ready and going out. So I stayed home. I cooked a nice meal. And one thing leading to another, I ended up on my bed. My legs spread. A vibrator gently teasing my clit.
I am hard to please as a woman, or so I thought before that night. It always takes me a while to warm up, I need to build up the tension, I need to feel the wetness soaking the sheets before I’m ready for penetration. So I kept teasing myself. High speed. Low speed. A bit too intense. Then not intense enough. Then too intense. I bit my lip and let out a sigh. The torture was bliss. Read more »

Encounter with a werewolf [MM] [nc] [Monster] [Werewolf]

My walk home was quite like any other night, the full moon casting a gentle blue light on all around illuminating my way. It was cold, the frigid air making my every breath visible, so I decided to tske a short cut that would lead to my present situation.
I decided to take a path through the woods, doing so would take about 10 minutes off my journey. With no streetlights to guide me through I had to use the light of the moon and my hearing to traverse this dark place.

Thats when I heard it. The gentle padding in the trees, just beyond my vision. The sound of a snarled breath. My pace quickening to match the beating of my heart I pushed forward, only then seeing a quick flash of a shadow pass before me

Then, from behind a heat hit me. And a smell most foul, turning around I saw what is now pinning me to the ground. He must be about 8ft, muscled flesh showing through a thick hide of dark soft fur. With one elongated hand he pushed me down, his claws sinking deep into my flesh. I thought I was a done for. But now in my situation, lying on my back with this thing above me I know my fate is much worse. Read more »

A Stranger’s Whore – Part 1

(This is a story my Master wrote for me. I felt I would share it here for all the people who don’t have somebody to have fun with on Valentine’s Day. All you need to know is that Karen is my friend and my master is from France, far far away from me)

**Part 1**

It is late autumn. The trees are colorful, some of them loosing their leaves already. The sun is setting. It is a bit cool in the evening. You are wearing a sweater, jeans, just being casual. Karen invited you for a drink, telling you she had a surprise for you. You have been trying to know what it is for a week now, but to no avail. Of course, it is going to be something kinky. You know it. She knows you know it. But she did not answer any of your questions. She just told you to take the weekend off and that you would not be sleeping at home tonight. And that putting on sexy underwear would be a good idea. Read more »

A New Addiction [MF] [bd] [drugs] [Mdom] [nc]

Chloe usually knew better than to be walking home alone, this late at night. The alcohol buzzing in her veins made her blissfully unaware. She’d stayed late at the party, drinking and dancing the night away. Now it was time to get home.

It was only a short walk. A few blocks. It shouldn’t have been any big deal. She shivered slightly, wishing she had thought to bring a jacket to protect against the cold wind. Her jeans and black shirt did little to stop the frosty bite.

She made it over half the way home before she noticed the van. It was creeping along slowly behind her, as if watching and waiting. Still, she didn’t pay it much attention. There wasn’t much traffic at all this late at night, but she didn’t see any danger in it.

It was only when the van accelerated and pulled it beside her that a distant part of her brain began to sound an alarm. She glanced over, watching the van as she began to walk faster. The van kept pace with her, right alongside her. Read more »

Stranded [F] [M] [BBW] [bd] [BDSM] [nc]

*Look what I found! An original draft that eventually turned into Dominated part 1…*
*Please lemme know if this version should be explored more…*
~ Jack

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A dense fog surrounded her. She slowly awoke from a dim haze, not sure of anything, of where she’s been, even of who she is and especially of where she was. One at a time, she makes note of her sensations. The very first that she feels is an overwhelming sense of being tired. Her muscles ache and she knows not why. She feels a throbbing. Her throat feels hoarse as if she’s been using it for a very long time. She has an overwhelming sense of cottonmouth, her tongue dry like fabric. Breathing is difficult. It’s dark where ever she was. She was seeing no light at all. She feels a strong throbbing. She tries to move in an attempt to become more comfortable. She cannot and winces in pain. She feels an intense throbbing. She then begins to hear a far-off humming, rhythmic, electronic. Not the hum of a TV, but of an AC. Off in the distance coming closer as she regains consciousness. Along with it was a familiar scent tickling her nose. Then it hits her. She ‘had’ lost consciousness. That’s what it must be since it feels more like it than falling to sleep. Searching her shallow memory, she does not remember falling asleep. She still doesn’t remember much of anything, except… She feels an unimaginable throbbing. Read more »

TTS is the key

It love NC, RP, and forced sex stories. I especially love the true stories told by rape and sexual abuse survivors. The key a TTS app on your phone ?, or Chrome extension. You can even download a standalone. Turn the speed and pitch down ever so slighlty, then copy the story to the app…… and let it tell itself.

I Miss Sexting (M/F COMMISSION)

“God, I miss sexting.” Lucy said after more than a few cocktails. She did, it was true. The thrill she had always felt at knowing she was affecting a random guy so much he would show her videos or pictures of his cock was an excitement she couldn’t rectify in her current, loving relationship. She was tall with long blonde hair that fell around her shoulders. She was slim with perky double D’s and had never had any problem attracting men. Sexting made her feel confident and sexy, almost as if she were the hottest woman on the planet, at least to whatever man she was talking to that day. She loved talking about fantasies, past experiences and seeing a cock that she knew was hard because of what she had said, or a picture she had sent. Making a man cum over her pictures and words was a sense of power that she had never felt anything like in any other aspect of her life. Read more »