I woke up in near darkness to the sight of the creature’s maw closing behind me. Before I could cry out, I felt myself descending into what I assumed was its belly. A viscous, slippery fluid sloshed around me. My skin tingled slightly all over, and my clothes began to slough off me in chunks. Trying to fight the panic, I focused on taking even breaths to conserve whatever air I had left. I tried to thrash and make my way back toward its mouth, but it was impossible to find any purchase on the slick stomach lining. Despite my efforts, my struggling slowed as I became lightheaded from lack of oxygen. My vision went dark and red, but just before I lost consciousness I felt a breeze across my slime-streaked face. I could see a narrow blowhole that had opened above me. The flow of air was just enough to keep me conscious, but I could hear my blood pounding in my ears. Why would this creature have a blowhole in its stomach?
Tag: Non-consensual
The photographer alone – [Mf][NC]
He has been tailing her without her notice since she got on the highway. He doesn’t know where she is going, but that isn’t a problem. He can be very patient. He can wait. Wait until she is alone. Vulnerable. His to take.
She’s going to a bad part of town. A bad part, one of many. But this one isn’t so bad during the day at least. Mostly abandoned. Ruined. He has an inkling now. He has seen her tumblr. Her photos of ruined places.
He grins. This is perfect.
As she stops he drives past. She doesn’t seem to notice him. One of many cars driving nearby. He parks well out of sight and takes the bag from the passenger seat, pulling the cuffs out and into his pocket.
The building she chose is abandoned. Broken. Desolate. A metaphor for the city perhaps. For what he will do to her? But he has seen her photos. She will find beauty in it. If she has time. Maybe she will find beauty in his plans as well.
He walks carefully, an eye out for her, but she has gone inside. He feels flutters in her stomach. Adrenalin. Excitement. She has no understanding of what is to come.
The Pornomatrix, Part 2 [Str8] [fantasy] [nc]
Neo was sleeping when the words showed up on one of his computer screens.
*Wake up, Neo . . .*
He squinted. He sat up. Except for the words, the screen had gone black. He hit “ctrl-x” a few times but new letters began appearing.
“What?” he said.
First it was a “T”. Then an “H.” Neo kept inputting commands. His computer didn’t respond. Eventually it typed out:
*The Matrix has you . . .*
“What the hell?” Neo said.
He checked if his keyboard was connected. It was. He tried “ctrl-x” again but a new message printed itself on the screen.
*Follow the white rabbit.*
Neo rubbed his eyes. When he opened them his screen was still blacked out. Now the message read:
*Knock, knock, Neo.*
Neo almost jumped out of his chair. Someone was banging on the door. He looked back at the screen but it was showing the news articles he’d fallen asleep to.
Someone was still knocking on his door.
“Who is it?” Neo asked.
“It’s Choi.”
Neo unlocked his door. This took a while, and he left the chain on. A young Asian man stood on his doorstep with a few friends.
The Don: Chapter 1 [MFf] [nc]
The Don
Present Day:
I out the window to see a black BMW pull up outside. A man dressed in a sharp suit climbed out and started making his way toward the front door, briefcase in hand with his Blackberry pressed to his ear. He had a look on his face that told me he was not having a good night. It was about to get worse.
My attention was drawn away from the screen as the blonde head begging up and down in my lap started gagging. I yanked it up by the ponytail attached to the back of it. Her face was a mess. The red lipstick she had worn to dinner was smeared across her lips and I imagined it was smeared across my cock as well. Black tears of eye makeup ran down her cheeks as they puffed in and out quickly while she fought to regain her breath. I couldn’t tell whether the tears were caused by my 9 inch cock that she was struggling to engulf or the fear f what was about to happen to her. I looked into her bright, blue eyes.
The Don: Chapter 1 [MFf] [nc]
The Don
Present Day:
I out the window to see a black BMW pull up outside. A man dressed in a sharp suit climbed out and started making his way toward the front door, briefcase in hand with his Blackberry pressed to his ear. He had a look on his face that told me he was not having a good night. It was about to get worse.
My attention was drawn away from the screen as the blonde head begging up and down in my lap started gagging. I yanked it up by the ponytail attached to the back of it. Her face was a mess. The red lipstick she had worn to dinner was smeared across her lips and I imagined it was smeared across my cock as well. Black tears of eye makeup ran down her cheeks as they puffed in and out quickly while she fought to regain her breath. I couldn’t tell whether the tears were caused by my 9 inch cock that she was struggling to engulf or the fear f what was about to happen to her. I looked into her bright, blue eyes.
The Ripe Redhead (Part 1) [MF] [nc] [bd]
I’d very much like to get some feedback, as this is my first attempt at a story outside of patchy RP on forums. I’m hoping to get constructive criticism that I can use when writing the continuation of this story.
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He was a wicked man. A cruel, sadistic monster. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. He had just arrived in a fresh town, having just made a hasty exit from the last town after his most recent escapade. He had just his van still, his would-be infamous van, of not for his pristine record. Poor girl, he thought, reminiscing their last moments together, before he planted her in the garden behind the cabin. She was such a beautiful creature, but the woman was spent, and he had to find a new plaything.
He pawned a few of the previous girl’s valuables at a seedy pawn shop, the kind that never asks nor answers questions, and used the money to buy some food. He never kept trophies, and never left a trail. His victims always disappeared into the ether, and always arrived in his domain on the other side, to live through hell and pay with their bodies for his pleasure.
The Ripe Redhead (Part 1) [MF] [nc] [bd]
I’d very much like to get some feedback, as this is my first attempt at a story outside of patchy RP on forums. I’m hoping to get constructive criticism that I can use when writing the continuation of this story.
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He was a wicked man. A cruel, sadistic monster. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. He had just arrived in a fresh town, having just made a hasty exit from the last town after his most recent escapade. He had just his van still, his would-be infamous van, of not for his pristine record. Poor girl, he thought, reminiscing their last moments together, before he planted her in the garden behind the cabin. She was such a beautiful creature, but the woman was spent, and he had to find a new plaything.
He pawned a few of the previous girl’s valuables at a seedy pawn shop, the kind that never asks nor answers questions, and used the money to buy some food. He never kept trophies, and never left a trail. His victims always disappeared into the ether, and always arrived in his domain on the other side, to live through hell and pay with their bodies for his pleasure.
The uniform policy violation [FFff] [nipple torture]
I should have added these two tags to the top: [nc] [exhibitionism]
Hello! This is an excerpt of a complete scene from my text-based game. This is not the first scene so it probably requires some background information before you get started: You are the principal of Saint Mary’s, a financially ruined all-female college. Fortunately, an anonymous benefactor offers to keep the school afloat so long as the students and teachers perform lewd acts. That’s probably all you need to know! I’ll put more info in a comment.
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As you walk to the gym you think, Mrs. Ball is an interesting character. Although you can blackmail her with the knowledge of her crimes, there’s never been a need. There were rumors of her sadistic perversions even before you needed to encourage it for financial gain. Truth be told, a month ago she was a few days from being fired but then the Anonymous Benefactor turned her behavior from a liability into an asset.
She is about 40 years old and has a fat and disgusting body. It is odd that someone so unfit would take up a career in physical education.
Freya’s new slaves – Warhammer 40k [TFf] [anal] [bdsm] [nc] [fantasy]
ATTENTION reader, this story contains: futa, BDSM, torture, violence, rape, lactation.
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The light inside the warehouse was dim, but Freya could see several Slaves in their cages who were visibly relieved that their time to be sold had not yet arrived. Two women however were terrified as they looked back at their new owner. She turned away from the slave cages to pay for her purchase.
The purse had barely landed in the slave-traders hand and he was already counting the coins. Freya could only roll her eyes at that. As if she, Captain of Lady Sokaras personal guard, would have a need to deceive a lowly merchant like him. In fact he should have been happy she always came back to him, despite his tendency to overprice the goods. On the other hand she had to admit: She was always satisfied with what he sold to her.
White Skank Owned [Mf NonCon]
This fictional story contains significant non-consensual sexual encounters and repeated depictions of a raped woman who desires her (multiple) attacks. Please do not proceed if this type of fiction is not for you. This story is not intended to depict any actual person(s), living or dead. This story is submitted for publication at Literotica but hasn’t been approved at the time of publishing. It was inspired by some posts in /r/rapekink so if that isn’t your cup of tea, then maybe skip this one.
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G: Max! There you are, sit down man, thanks for stopping in.
M: George, what’s up. You know I don’t come into town much. What the fuck do you want?
G: Just to catch up man! The wifes been a bitch lately and the goddamn kids keep me running all over town. Why do I need a special reason just to have a quiet night with an old friend. What? Why you looking at me that way? Ok, fuck, maybe I could use a top-up.
M: Shut the fuck up George. I’m not gonna talk about that shit with you, not here.