Tag: Non-consensual

Trouble in Pandora: Part Two [NC][Voyeur][Humiliation]

*Make it sexy…*Easier said than done, especially under these circumstances. She let out a slow breath, letting her hips slowly sway gently from side to side as she mentally willed herself away to a dark room. A dark room where she stood by herself, safe and away from prying eyes. A dark room that effused low, sultry music…a slow, seductive beat that her hips moved to. Slowly, she undid the clasp holding the zipper together, pulling it down inch by inch.

“That’s more like it,” Grace encouraged approvingly. “Show us that ass.”

Still sashaying, Kelly turned so that her back was to the audience. Hands on her hips, she reached back to smooth her palms over the curve of her ass before pinching a fold of the fabric to tug the skirt down a bit. Slowly, she swiveled her hips and occasionally even twerked a bit – each rotation brought her loose skirt further down as gravity attempted to undress her. Read more »

About all, she deserved it (m+/f, nc)

She didn’t know how long she had been in the hotel room, what day it was, the hour, none of it. The only thing that she knew was pain, in every part of her body. And thirst and hunger, the only diet she had during her time here had been a steady one of piss and cum. Mostly cum. Her arms were numb, tied up above the booth, barely able to tell flashes were going off through the blindfold they had put on her. Her legs splayed. She didn’t try to keep her legs together anymore, they hit her for that. Instead, her raw sex gaped, dripping. 10 men? 20? She didn’t know. Nothing mattered, she was spent, ruined. All because she had cheated on her fiance.

She hadn’t meant to, she hadn’t planned to do it. It had been an impulse, buzzing after dancing with friends celebrating a promotion. An older man had danced with her, and she had felt electric. He was bold, touching her, his eyes daring her to stop him. She hadn’t. He had groped her on the dance floor, pushing her to a corner, fingering her in the open, her soaked panties shoved to the side. Then, for the first time ever, she’d let a stranger fuck her bareback in an alley, pumping her against a dirty trash bin, cumming on his cock. He’d left her a 50, shaking there, realization of what she had done hitting her as cum dripped down her legs. Read more »

Captured prey (m/f, nc?, piss, kidnapping?)

Allison walked the man in the mask come in again, staring down at her. She shook, too weak to scream anymore, or struggle against the handcuffs holding her to the bed. His glare was so intense, it burned her. She felt ashamed at her nakedness, despite having no control over it. Her svelte body trembled, her breathing ragged. He simply stood there, staring. Waiting to pounce.

She had been at the bar, drowning her sorrows. Another shitty week at work, with her gropy boss. She hated him so much. He was like a nightmare out of the 50’s, always pinching her ass, awkward hugs, smelling her hair. But she needed the job. She was finally getting her life on track again, her drinking was under control, things were looking up. She hadn’t had to live in her car for 8 months now, a personal record for her. Still, she had her weak moments, like that night. Her boss had held her against him, asking her if she wanted to close with him. His grip was tight, as he sniffed her hair. She had told him no, clocking out right after. Her hands trembled as a lifetime of memories she wish she could forget percolated in her mind. And so, she had gone drinking. Read more »

The dangerous ones [m/f, nc, gaslighting]

The dangerous ones aren’t the brutes, the fat and muscled dullards that grab you and slap you around. Not really. You can see them a mile away, they’re predictable, quick to anger, mini-hulk’s in all their fury. They can be fun to bait for, to tease, to taunt. They’ll hurt you, maybe even badly. They always leave bruises and sometimes bloody you, maybe even break a bone if crazy enough. But they aren’t really dangerous, just bottled fun, pain, orgasms, and blood. A quick snack during a dry period, for when you are dead inside and have to remember you are alive, no matter the cost.

No, those are the ones that are the easiest to recover from, beautiful bruises fade, yellowing to nothing. Split lips that are so delicious to run your tongue along heal, allowing you a return to normalcy. It was just some asshole, you can pretend, that’s all. A one off in a weak moment, nothing more. They aren’t dangerous. The ones that are dangerous are the ones that made you, molded you, broke you and rebuilt you to their liking. Any thug can beat you, but the dangerous ones are the ones who fuck your soul to oblivion, slice your self worth into tatters, feeding the scraps to you. They make you doubt every word, every thought you have, until you think you are stupid. They make you believe your only worth is between your legs, and even make you crave the abuse. Leading you down the darkest alleys of your life, never to return whole again. Read more »

She gave up [m+/f, nc, drunk]

She was barely aware of anything as he held up the camera, showing her drooling, wasted face. If you had asked her what his name was, the address where she was, or even most of the nights events, she wouldn’t have been able to tel you. All she knew was that she was naked and numb, used, abused, and passed around like a cheap bong, each guy there taking their hit. After he took the pick, he let her go and Jessica slumped to the floor, reality seeping away again as another stranger mounted her.

Things had been going good for once, she had a job she had liked, loved even. She had struggled so much and to find that she was good or even excelled at something gave her a value she rarely had. She could sell a smart watch to a Luddite and make them happy for it. Everything in her life was getting in order, a new fresh start away from her father, her past. She was her own woman once again. And then, then her boss had touched her. Read more »

[W][bst][nc] Raped by man and man’s best friend

Mary laid there, hands bound behind her back and legs spread against her will while the almost wolflike dog approached her…he could smell her pussy, already dripping cum from the rough gang rape session earlier and started to lick up every drop, starting with her clit and eventually sliding his tongue inside of her while she quivered and tried so hard not to cum, she won’t let her captors have the satisfaction.
she tried to muster up the energy to say “NO” or “DOWN BOY” But couldn’t after being passes around for hours getting gang banged, throat fucked raw and pumped full of cum in every hole imaginable. Even if she could her panties had already been torn off and stuffed into her mouth.
Without being able to stop any of it the K9 mounted her, prodding his massive cock against her hot dripping pussy, slipping over her now throbbing clit before sliding straight into her womb. Being a beast he’s completely driven by instinct while he starts pounding his cock into her, in and out roughly and deeper with every thrust. She had never been fucked like this by any man and was already beginning to enjoy the feeling of the big dogs cock already spilling precum inside of her.
He fucked her as hard as he please with primal need taking over. After pounding her harder and harder she felt his cock growing eventually pounding in and out of her womb. She could feel his knot pressing against her tight pussy, it felt too big to fit but with all of his precum spilling into her, a quick thrust was all it took to pop the knot deep inside her.
She felt his knot start to pulse and throb inside, as it swelled even larger, locking him into his new bitch. When he started to pump his seed deep into her womb, a series of consecutive orgasms crashed through hrr, as she was literally impaled on his spurting cock.
The second her mouth opened to moan while her pussy tightened around the beast’s throbbing cock and massive knot one of the men who dragged her into this dark abandoned warehouse shoved his equally as throbbing cock down her throat, grabbing her by the back of the head and skullfucking her just as he did before with the rest of them. She is completely stunned by the two massive cocks sliding in and out of her but realizes how turned on she’s getting while being tag teamed by a man and man’s best friend…while still full of shame from cumming all over a dog’s throbbing cock she starts to thrust her hips against her will, practically jacking off the dog with her wet cum drenched pussy.
Moan after moan escape her throat while being used and pumped full of cum by two hard cocks, the dog starts thrusting faster and harder while continually wrapping his paws around her to maintain his control before he empties his bslls into her convulsing pussy.
Load after load of hot K9 cum starts filling her pussy to the brim while his weight alone pins her in place. She moans loudly even with the hard cock shoved almost completely down her throat causing her rapist to spill every last drop of his cum inside of her. When their cocks slide out they are followed by loads of cum bubbling out of her holes. Her whole body is shaking and left there drenched in and full of dog and rapist cum.
She thinks it’s finally over until another man walks up with a massive german shepherd on a leash and both of their cocks already hard and dripping precum. She looks past him and sees that every single one of the many many men that had gangraped her before has a massive dog by their sides and knows that this was only the beginning.
She looks upon them in terror but her pussy is already quivering and dripping waiting for the next big hard cock to force past her tight opening and fuck her dripping cunt full of hot cum.
Over and over she is pinned between her rapists throbbing cock and his dogs, both pounding her deeper than the last while her holes are stretched over massive cocks.

And so, the spiral started [M/f, nc, manipulation]

It had started as a simple online flirtation, to help her escape the pressures of college. To let loose, but safely, in the privacy of her dorm room as her roommate partied. Letting men tell her what to do, how to fuck herself with her vibrator, to make her be a dirty little whore for them. And it was exciting. At first, when they told her to slap or choke herself, she had just pretended to, of course. But one day, she tried it, and found the rush intoxicating. It felt good. And so, the spiral started.

Still, she was focused on school, only delving into the darkness online when her roommate was gone or out, behaving the rest of the time. She briefly thought about going to parties with her, letting loose in person, but the guys around her did nothing for her. It was the dark and depraved daddies, the mean older men that brought out something primal from within her. That took her embers of womanhood and turned them into a raging forest fire of need. And then, then she met Steve. Read more »

A bad father (m/f, prost, incest, nc)

Am I a bad father? Perhaps, perhaps I should go to hell for what happened that day, and the months and years after. Maybe I shouldn’t have gambled so much, but I had so few joys in my life after my wife had passed. Raising a girl without a mother, especially as they blossomed into beautiful young woman was more difficult than I had expected. Without my wife, I felt attractions that no father should have for his daughter. So small and fragile. A porcelain doll that practically begged to be broken. But despite my thoughts, my dreams, my fantasies, I never touched her.

Of course, that didn’t mean I didn’t peek. Walk in on her during showers, or changing. Going through her clothes as I washed them, inhaling deeply, her panties on my face, tasting her. I couldn’t help myself. Sometimes, thinking of her, I’d use those panties, wrapping it around my cock, imagining her putting them on with my cum still on it. I’m lucky she never caught me. Read more »

More than she bargained on (m+/f, nc, rapebaiting)

It had been a fantasy for years, gnawing at her, tearing through her dreams again and again. She couldn’t help herself some days, masturbating furiously as she read rape stories on reddit. Tales again and again about women rape baiting, getting what they secretly wanted, needed. It touched her deeply, in a dark part of herself she told no one about. A dark part of herself created by her first boyfriend who had often taken liberties with her. She hated that she felt this way sometimes, but it was there, and nothing made her wetter than those thoughts. Every sexual experience compared to her fantasies were just vanilla and disappointing. Even BDSM was too structured for her taste, she longed for what was in those stories.

It had built up in her during the crisis, contained mostly to her apartment for months. Boredom led to much frustration, as she burned through story after story, experience after experience. When the order was listed, when bars were opened once again, she finally decided to try. The fantasy was no longer enough. She needed to taste and feel the violations she craved so much. Read more »

She needed this (M+/f, nc, gloryhole)

She pulled the car into the back parking lot, tucking it away in the furthest corner away from the view from the street. She looked around nervously before putting on her sunglasses, looking at herself in her vanity mirror. She fluffed her hair, smacking her lips together as her heart hammered and raced in her chest. She had to take deep breaths to slow her pulse, trying to calm herself. She knew she shouldn’t be here, doing this. It was a betrayal to her husband, her family. Everything that she had managed to build up in her life.

And right now, none of that mattered. That was the sad truth. Her kids, her husband, none of them mattered in the moment. This had been building up for years, from vanilla sex, pecks on the check, as the lack of inertia set in and solidified into nothingness. Her soul, or lack of one, had build up a rage, a need, a primal want that couldn’t be denied. And so she found herself outside the adult theater, one which she hadn’t been inside for nearly 10 years. Where an old “friend” had brought her, then left her, drunk. She had been dating Paul then, now her husband, and she had “gone out of town”, to meet up with her friend. The one who knew the darkness within her, that knew of her abuse, that touched parts of her that she hated and yet, made her more alive than anything else. When she woke, defiled by who knows how many men, she was thankful that somehow she didn’t have any serious STD’s but she had caught something. A daughter. Paul had been so happy, he quickly proposed. No one would never know it wasn’t his. Read more »