Tag: Non-consensual

Maid to Order [FF, Fdom, NC, Humil] (part 2/3)

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I didn’t talk to Marlene the remainder of the week. Just knowing she needed me for her upcoming party tempered my paranoia.

Saturday morning I showed up at her apartment early. I washed all of her dirty dishes and cleaned and straightened up the living room.

She was still asleep when I entered her bedroom. Being as quiet as possible, I tiptoed to the master bath to collect her dirty clothes. She was partially uncovered, her large natural breast fully exposed. I tried to look away…I couldn’t. They were awesome, like mine.

After collecting a handful of her panties, I tried to quietly slip back through the room. She heard me.

“Sandra, what are you doing in here?” she asked. “Oh, I see. You’re going to wash my panties. Come here a minute. I want to show you something.”

I approached her bed. She reached out, pulling a white pair of her thongs from my hand.

“See how soiled these are,” she said, holding the crotch up for me to see. “I cum in them last night…at least three or four times. They were soaked by the time I arrived home. Here, smell them…smell how nasty they are.” Read more »

Maid to Order [FF, Fdom, NC, Humil] (part 1/3)

She was tall and statuesque, her hair in a bun. I had met her type before, trying to appear strong and domineering by flexing their Executive muscle.

Management change was nothing new for me. I had watched new department heads come and go with regularity. I didn’t fear a new boss like the other employees did. The company needed me because I was their biggest producer. I made them money…lots of money. As long as I was one of their best sales people, I felt bullet proof, secure in my job.

When Marlene Nelson called me into her office for a cursory introduction, my haughty attitude was apparent. It initially had the desired effect…it clearly unnerved her.

It didn’t take long, however, for her to regain her composure. As she leaned back in her executive chair, I took notice of her physical attributes. It was obvious she was extremely attractive, hiding a voluptuous body under her conservative business suit. She was also relatively young for an Executive, early thirties I guessed. I sensed she wasn’t intimidated by me, not like the last two managers who sat at her desk. Read more »

Trick or Treat [fM] [nc] [inc] [cuck] (WARNING: HEAVY AGEPLAY)

“Trick or Treat” – a Short Story from the Depraved Mind of SRF

One:

It was Halloween night. Nineteen-year-old Scotty was taking his sister, Rachel, trick-or-treating around the neighborhood. She was dressed in a little red riding hood costume far too revealing for a girl of 12 wearing a flouncy red and white gingham skirt that didn’t even reach her mid thigh beneath a tight low-cut corset top and a tiny apron, a small red cape with a red hood laid upon her golden brown hair, a pair of thigh high white fishnets, and red pumps. In an effort for avoid finding himself in a wolf costume, Scotty volunteered to put on a flannel, beanie, and jeans to play the part of the woodsman.

It was getting late and only a few of the neighborhood high school kids were still out. The wind was picking up and porch lights were beginning to go dark. “Okay, kid, I think you’ve collected enough sweets for granny. Ready to call it a night?,” Scotty proposed. Read more »

The Rape of Cordelia [rape] [non-consensual] [MMF]

The Coronavirus caused gyms across America to close, including Cordelia’s. But on this Monday, her gym would open for the first time in three months, and she was eager to return to shaping her body, to make it toned and firm again.

She pulled the glass door open and walked to the front desk to check-in. Two employees, a young Caucasian woman and a young black man, were standing behind the desk. The male employee saw Cordelia first.

“Welcome!” He sounded happy to say it, as if he had had few chances to welcome customers that day. Cordelia handed him her keytag. As she watched him scan it, she couldn’t help but notice his large biceps. She smiled and thanked him, then turned to look around the gym for the first time. She was surprised to see how few people were actually there.

In the large room which held the workout machines and free weights, she only saw a half a dozen people, four of them men and two women.

*Maybe people are still scared of getting sick from the Coronavirus*, she thought. *Or maybe they don’t know the gym is open yet.* Read more »

Spreading it in the Gym, Part 2 [MMF] [rape] [non-consensual]

The first installment of this story, Part 1, may be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/h0qkmq/spreading_it_in_the_gym_mmf_rape_nonconsensual/).

As Mike watched Cordelia sit up from the weight bench and look in the mirror on the wall, he saw she was watching him now. Her eyes looked like saucers as she saw the bulge in his shorts. Then, she turned her head and looked directly at Jamal and, seeing the outline of his cock too, dropped her jaw in surprise. Jamal simply returned her look and smiled.

Cordelia couldn’t believe her eyes. She didn’t know what to do, so she simply took another gulp of water, then laid back down on the bench to start her next set of repetitions. As she pushed against the bar again, lifting it from the rack, she tried to ignore her racing heart and considered her options.

As she lifted the barbell, Mike and Jamal looked at each other, nodded, then simultaneously walked towards Cordelia. Mike reached her first, just as she was lowering the bar to her chest.

“Can I help you?” Cordelia asked, a tone of annoyance in her voice. Read more »

Was it Just a Dream [MF] [bst] [nc] [str8] [dream]

The club is packed with sweaty bodies gyrating to the deep base of the music. This is just what I needed after the week I have had. Suffering from serious writer’s block and a deadline looming has sent my stress levels through the stratosphere. This is exactly what I need, the mindless release of pent upped energy and frustration.

The room is dark with multi-colored lights flashing around. I look down at the dance floor and it seems to be alive, waves of bodies moving almost as one. Except for him. A tall dark masculine figure standing against the wall across the room. He’s watching the dancing with such intensity, scanning people, almost as if he is on the hunt.

For some unknown reason, I can’t seem to take my eyes off him. Slowly, I make my way down the staircase to the dance floor. As I reach the bottom I realize that he is taller than I thought. I can still see him even with the movement and bouncing of the crowd.

I feel oddly drawn to him. His head turns my direction and locks on me, a shiver shoots down my spine. Warmth spreads through my lower back making me sweat with nervous anticipation. Read more »

Spreading it in the Gym [MMF] [rape] [non-consensual]

The Coronavirus caused gyms across America to close, including Cordelia’s. But on this Monday, her gym would open for the first time in three months, and she was eager to return to shaping her body, to make it toned and firm again.

She pulled the glass door open and walked to the front desk to check-in. Two employees, a young cacasuian woman and a young black man, were standing behind the desk. The male employee saw Cordelia first.

“Welcome!” He sounded happy to say it, as if he had had few chances to welcome customers that day. Cordelia handed him her keytag. As she watched him scan it, she couldn’t help but notice his large biceps. She smiled and thanked him, then turned to look around the gym for the first time. She was surprised to see how few people were actually there.

In the large room which held the workout machines and free weights, she only saw a half a dozen people, four of them men and two women.

*Maybe people are still scared of getting sick from the Coronavirus*, she thought. *Or maybe they don’t know the gym is open yet.* Read more »

My [M] memories of Squishy [F] – A twitter friend who liked aggressive sex, became a sexting partner and engaged me in multiple IRL trysts. PART 6

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gzy5hc/my_m_memories_of_squishy_f_a_twitter_friend_who/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h01pvo/my_m_memories_of_squishy_f_a_twitter_friend_who/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h02yz4/my_m_memories_of_squishy_f_a_twitter_friend_who/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h03cgv/my_m_memories_of_squishy_f_a_twitter_friend_who/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h03sur/my_m_memories_of_squishy_f_a_twitter_friend_who/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

I mentioned from the outset that Squishy had a penchant for being dominated. I don’t have a natural proclivity towards non-consensual shit, and I do kinda feel proud that I don’t need to tie a girl up to get a boner. However, during the time I was having my fun with Squishy I definitely adapted myself to her desires.

Let me go backward for a bit. One day early on when I was still asking her about her other guy, Tim, Squishy sent me a pic of the two of them together at an outdoor cafe. She drew my attention to the fact that she was wearing long sleeves and said: “I wore that sweater because my arms were really bruised from Tim hitting me while we fucked.”

She conveyed to me how the day before she encouraged Tim to be rough with her and he had said “I just don’t think I feel comfortable hitting you”. She seemed to take it as a point of pride that less than 24 hours later he was whacking her hard with his hands and calling her a whore; all because of her influence. Read more »

The Burglar Broke Me [MM][bd][nc]

Once upon a time, 17 year old me was home alone during the weekend, watching over the house. The whole family was away to attend the wedding ceremony of a relative, I managed to skip under the pretence of studying for an important exam.

On that Saturday night, I was about to doze off after a long video gaming session. I couldn’t recall what time it was, probably around 2 in the morning. That was when I heard some heavy noise coming from downstairs.

I tiptoed out of my room and slowly descended the stairs. I saw our house’s front door was ajar, slightly.

Stupidly thinking to myself that it was caused by the wind, I approached the door and closed it. The moment I did so, a burly figure in black leapt out from his hiding, locked me in a body grip and clamped one hand over my mouth.

“I thought all of you were out of town!” he exclaimed. “I got a knife, kid. Don’t make any stupid movements and I won’t hurt you. You dig?”

I nodded, in shock, fear and confusion.

“Is there anyone else here with you?” he asked again while tightening the grip on my body. Read more »

“Red Riding Hood and the Wolf Man” [MF] [Third person] [str8] [fantasy] Wolf Man = [bst]? [cnc] [nc]

Our story finds a not so little Red Riding Hood skipping along a path in the woods. Her red hood up over her head, her short cape flowing behind her, her hair tightly braided into braids. Her tits pushed up in a tight lacy corset, her thigh high stockings held up by a garter belt over crotchless lacy panties to match. She might have a picnic basket filled with wolf shaped toys, but that’s not important.

Skipping through the woods, her ass jiggling under her cape, her tits threatening to pop out of her top, she sorely hopes the stories of a big bad wolf in the woods aren’t true. She really hopes he’s not part man, part beast, who preys on girls all alone in the woods. She definitely hopes that he isn’t so hungry that he’ll pounce on her and force himself upon her out here where no one could stop him. Grabbing her chest she thinks to herself how awful that would be. Read more »