Runner’s High (mf) (nc) (stalking)

My sub and I made this. My contribution is in bold, hers is italics. Let us know what you think! We hope you enjoy!

**I’d seen her running before. Despite quarantine, there were usually a few runners outside my house throughout the day. She was the only one I waited for. The first thing about her that caught my eye was that cute little butt in spandex that would once have been far too short for public. Her long auburn hair was always tied back to keep it out of her face. The tank tops that came in various colours hugged her slender body and made watching her run toward my house almost as enjoyable as watching her run away. Fuck I’d love to watch her run away for a little longer.**

**As the months went deeper into the summer, and the temperature increased, her runs began to go later and later. Eventually the sun was already down by the time she passed my house on her way back home. It hadn’t taken long to figure out that she ran through the park after that. I assumed she lived on the other side of it.**

Reder the Rogue II [M+M][NC][BD][Fantasy]

The sound of loud slapping filled the bedchamber as Lord Harrod’s hips smacked against the backside of his prisoner. It had been eight days since Reder’s capture. Eight torturous days and nights of being used by the fat lord as his personal play thing. Despite being an obese human of middle age, Lord Harrod seemed to have issues with drive or stamina. Multiple times a day he would use Reder’s body until he filled the thief with his foul seed. For days Reder had struggled and tried everything he could imagine to escape, or at least to fight off the lord but he was slim and weak. There was no way he could force the lord off of him and even if he could, he would still have to escape Harrod’s manor. That’s how he had been stopped last time when he had sought to rob the lord blind, a guard had struck him unconscious with a hard blow to the back of his head. He had been so close, and now he was a slave.

Reder laid on his side at the edge of Lord Harrod’s large bed as the man stood and pistoned his thick shaft into the Tiefling’s ass.

When they sober up (m/f, nc, drugs, kidnapping)

There is always a moment, when violating some dumb, young thing, fresh faced and innocent, when they sober up and realize what trouble they are in. That things have spun out of control and their preconceptions of right and wrong and how the world works shatters. It’s a beautiful moment if you manage to catch it, like a bright meteor in the sky, white hot and then fading to nothing. I live for those moment and those dumb, soon to be broken, girls.

I’ve always liked music festivals for that reason. Great sounds, easy access to drug, just legal girls and toys partying the night away. There is almost always plenty of freaky girls who want to let loose but if you can’t find one of them, there are dozens upon dozens of virgins about. Now, I don’t mean literally virgins, most have had a cock in their mouth or cunt. I mean festival virgins. Dumb cunts free to try all manner of drinks and drugs, taking what is given them freely, mixing shit that shouldn’t be mixed. Just delicious.

Unknowingly used pt 2 ??[M/F] [Str8] [nc]

I can’t seem to post links to other stories here, but please check out part 1 either at this subreddit or at r/rapestories

Anyways, thanks to everyone for your comments and support. I hope all you kinky people like part 2 as much as I do!

I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out. Jake stares at me and smiles, slowly stroking his thick cock. I realize quickly how little clothing I have on, only a sheer night dress that has ridden up high on my thigh. I stand up and try to cover my body with a blanket from the couch, but Jake has already crossed the room in three big steps. His hands gripping my wrists. Not too tight, but strong enough that I can’t cover myself. “Good morning” he whispers in my ear, “how are you feeling?” I blink up at him and try to figure out what to say. “Uh, I’m ok, I don’t really remember much from the party last night… what happened?” Jake smiles, “how about I show you?” He says as he pulls me towards the bedroom.

Tied up and held for ransom [MF][mast][oral][nc]

I joined the Army National Guard right after highschool. After basic I used my signing bonus to start working on a bachelors from a for-profit university. Pretty quickly I was activated and deployed to Iraq. After that I did two tours in Afghanistan. After a roadside bomb rolled me all around the inside of an armored vehicle, wrecking my back, I took my leave of the army. I finished the last 6 months of my IT degree and graduated. Unfortunately the degree from that miserable school was worth less than the paper it was printed on. The only jobs I could find all paid $10 per hour for graveyard shifts. I had a couple months left on my security clearance so I applied for contract work with a company that did IT for the State Department and military. In two months I was back in Afghanistan. Six weeks in I was out in BFE doing a network install at a school when we were attacked by Taliban forces. I was captured. I spent the next several weeks being carted all over the mountains of northern Afghanistan. The whole time I was minded by a guy I called Rat.

Reder the Rogue [MM][NC][BD][Fantasy]

Reder felt like a fool as he walked down the cobbled street on shaky legs. He should have practiced walking in heels before tonight. If anything was going to give him away, it would be falling flat on his face. But, as he stumbled, he had to support more of his weight on his companion. He clung to the fat noble’s arm and giggled like the vapid, silly whore he was pretending to be as he wobbled.

Lord Harrod was a man of vice. Gluttony, obviously. But, the sins Reder cared about were lust and greed as the rogue could abuse the first to get at the second. Lord Harrod wore his exuberant wealth. He was dressed in a gown of the finest died silks. He wore gold and gem covered jewelry on his neck, wrists, and every finger. The only thing the fat noble liked more than lauding his wealth over others was spending his evenings drinking and whoring. That’s where Reder came in. He knew the noble had a particular taste for Tieflings.

A teaser’s payback [MF][NC][Impreg]

You wake up in what looks like a well-lit, fancy bedroom. The bed is huge, soft, the sheets’ touch is pleasant to your skin. But that’s where the pleasant feeling stops: you find yourself [tied to the bed’s posts](https://i.imgur.com/s2joDnD.jpg), spread-eagled, naked. In a house that is not yours and with no recollection how you got there. Or when. Or with whom. Your nips ache, they are hard as concrete. You don’t feel cold and the thought of being aroused in this situation is bothering you. Can it be? Tied? Naked? At the mercy of an unknown man, maybe men? In what will probably end in rape?? Oh yes, you understand now it can. All your dark fantasies coming to life at once: being used, abused, hopefully by an older man, bred! You feel your nips getting even harder and your pussy tingling…

You have no idea how long you were awake, but at some point, you hear steps getting closer to the door. You see the door handle turning and the door opening. You look, tense, to see who is coming through it, if it’s your captor or someone there to save you. Or maybe both: save you and make that rape fantasy a reality!

Daddy’s Had Enough (mf) (punishment) (primal nc)

Daddy’s Had Enough (mf) (punishment) (primal nc)

*”Daddy!” I exclaim, frustrated.*

*”What, baby girl?! You’re starting to get on my nerves there, and you do not want to get on Daddy’s nerves, baby.”*

*I cross my arms and lightly stomp my foot, pouting. I’ve been standing there for an hour, waiting for him to finish work, but he’s still at it! And cherry on top of the sundae, he won’t let me leave or sit on the ground.*

*My feet ache and my body is starting to feel all tight and painful.*

*”Let me leave! Or give me attention, cause I swear to god, you fucking…”*

*I’m brutally interrupted by him.*

**I slam my fist on the desk, cutting her bratty tirade short as her eyes widen in surprise.**

**”You earned this punishment for not completing the assignments you promised me you’d do. Now you have the audacity to back talk me, to question my authority?” I feel my anger flaring and I stand. I feel her shrink before my gaze.**

**”You’ve forgotten your place little girl,” my voice is now low and menacing, “I’ve been negligent. I’ve let you get away with poor behaviour time and time again.”**

The Visitor [D/s] [M/f] [Cheating] [NC]

I guess this wont be everyone’s cup of tea given the content and slightly unusual writing style. However, it certainly had the desired effect on the subject of the story so I’m hopeful there is someone out there who will enjoy it…

You are home alone when I come.

A knock at your door.

You open it and see me.

A moments confusion.

Then realisation.

Blue eyes.

A knowing grin.

The stranger that has teased you so.

That has dominated your fantasies.

Your heart skipping a beat.

But liking what you see.

The spark definitely there between us.

But he wouldn’t want you to let me in.

You even try to be a good wife.

You tell me you can’t see me now.

That you will message me later.

That you can meet me at my hotel.

But I dont want you later.

I want you now.

Just the two of us.

So I push the door open.

Step inside.

You gasp.

Your mouth suddenly dry.

The core of you suddenly liquid.

Trouble in Pandora: Part Three [NC][Voyeur][Humiliation][DP]

Moving to stand behind the two boys again, Grace motioned Kelly towards Kurt. “Let’s keep up the good work, hmm? Why don’t you help your boss get his head in the game dear.” Reluctantly, Kelly looked up, carefully letting her gaze travel slowly up Kurt’s pants leg, pausing at his knee and going no further as she instead let her eyes slide over to his growing erection. The last thing either of them wanted was to make eye contact.

As Kelly stared at her manager’s semi flaccid member for the first time, she wasn’t sure what to do, how to react. Grace’s impatient, “Well? Get to it already,” prompted Kelly to reach out and gently grip Kurt’s cock with a trembling hand. Kurt’s only reaction was a sharp intake of breath as Kelly’s hand wrapped around him. He was determined not to react, to play dead as best he could. He didn’t want to give Grace the satisfaction of eliciting a reaction out of him. But he couldn’t stop Grace from seeing the muscle twitch along the side of his neck as he struggled inwardly.