Tag: Non-consensual

The Rebellious Stepdaughter, Part 4 [MMMf][bd][blkmail][drugs][inc][nc]

I found my old friend Jacob's number in my phone, and gave him a call. As the phone rang, I walked upstairs towards Carrie's bedroom. I stepped over the wooden shards on the floor, reminiscent of last night's fit of rage. Just as I entered, Jacob picked up the phone. A gruff voice boomed over the line, "Hey, look who it is! You fucking douchebag. How's life been since that frosty bitch cut off your balls?"

"Nice to talk to you again too, asshole" I said. "I'm actively getting my balls back, as a matter of fact. That's why I called." Jacob and his friend Cass were the two guys I ran with years ago before getting married to my wife. I took endless shit from them for being "hen-pecked" and "whipped". Once upon a time, I was a badass motherfucker. Drugs, guns, you name it. Everything changed when I met my wife. She "cleaned me up", got me sober, and now only my hidden tattoos give any hint as to my dark past. I rationalized the loss of my old persona as a fair price for the sex (in the beginning, my wife had been a sex goddess). Now that was all gone, and it was time to become an alpha again. Read more »

The Rebellious Stepdaughter, Part 3 [Mf][bd][inc][nc]

Waking up the next morning, I am at once thrilled and terrified as the memories of yesterday's events come flooding back to me. My primal brain is thrilled that I finally got to fuck the voluptuous teen siren with whom I've been sharing a roof for years. My rational brain, however, is spinning through the consequences of my actions. Carrie has friends who are going to come looking for her. Her mom is going to want to hear from her. Luckily it's summertime, so there's no school to consider. I decide that I can manage her texts and keep her mother and friends at bay for the moment. Carrie herself, though, is a more formidable problem. I have two choices: one, I could kill her and claim that she ran away, which she is just rebellious enough to do. I don't have that in me, though – I may be a rapist, but not a murderer! Option #2 is that I could do my best to break her and turn her into an obedient slave by the time her mother gets home. I don't know enough about Stockholm Syndrome and its kin to know whether a month is enough time for this to happen, but it's a better working plan than murder. Which would be a terrible waste, after all. Read more »

The Rebellious Stepdaughter – Part 1 [Mf][bd][inc][nc]

I'm turning prompts and role-plays from r/dirtypenpals into longer and more detailed stories. Each character is based off an image that I found sexy – If you want to see the story's image, PM me for it! All comments and feedback are appreciated.

After a long and unfulfilling day at work, I drive home under a slate-grey sky. My wife left this morning for a business trip to South Korea, where she'll be staying for a month. Honestly, I won't miss her. Our sex life has been dead for quite some time now, and she only ever acknowledges my existence to bitch about something she feels that I've done wrong. So there's not much to miss. The problem is that I am now stuck with her 18-year-old daughter Carrie for a month. I have tried to be a good stepdad to her, but from day one she hasn't respected me or given a shit about anything I've done for her. She's a bit of a hellion, we're always getting calls from school about her getting into fights or being caught in compromising positions with boys in secluded stairwells. We're on her third school this year, as she keeps getting expelled. At home it's no better. She smokes in her room, completely oblivious to my rule that she keep it outside. She steals liquor, breaks curfew, and I've even caught her posting sexy pictures of herself online. The most recent one was of her lying on her back in a pushup bra, biting her lip and squeezing her breasts together as tightly as possible without bursting her bra. Read more »

Alec and Brianna (2 of 10) [MF] [Dark] [Smoking] [Imprisonment] [NC] [Roleplay]

BRIANNA

It is 10am before I rouse myself the next morning. I wake slowly, snuggling up to my pillow and breathing in the fresh ocean air. I feel relaxed and refreshed as I gently transition to wakefulness. You watch intently from the balcony. My eyes flutter open, a look of tranquility on my face. I smile warmly as I catch your gaze.

You continue watching as I make my way to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my hair. You start to fantasize about how my morning routine will soon be forever changed…forever corrupted. You imagine me waking each morning in a mild panic, desperate to fill my lungs with toxic smoke. You see the mirror filled with my smoky reflection as I brush my hair, a cigarette burning between my lips.

Moved by this image, you come in from the balcony and grab the Nicogel off the night stand. You come up from behind and begin rubbing the oil on my bare shoulders. I am instantly reminded of the night before. I close my eyes, lean my head back against your chest, and let out a contented sigh. You continue to press your fingertips deep into my muscles. After several minutes, my scalp starts to tingle slightly. “Mmmm. That feels so good,” I utter, eyes still closed. Read more »

Virgin at the concert [MMMM+/F] [Str8]

EDIT: I should also have added [NC?] to the tags. Sorry!

This is my first post of a story on Reddit…if there's anything wrong or advice you have, please let me know.

The concert was already rocking by the time you got there. The park grounds were already crowded out to the flimsy flag-lined borders, with stages here there and everywhere. It was almost a pushing match just to get anywhere.

“Bijou, hold my hand,” your friend Kevin says. He is trying to lead you through the crowd so you can get a good look at one of the bands playing. But the crowd seems to close in around him as he slides between people. You hold onto his hand, holding tight, but sometimes it feels like you’re holding him back rather than following him.

Then the first hand comes. It’s almost innocuous. It brushes right by your thigh, and up along your leg and then along your ass as it moves past you, behind you. It was just some person trying to go that direction, and just making sure you weren’t bumping into them. Kevin’s hand pulls you forward, and you see him again “Are you okay?” he asks. You nod. Kevin turns away and keeps leading. Read more »

Changing room fuck [MF][nc]

I press a hand over your mouth and my other wraps around your throat as I push you back into the changing room. You had been giving me sly looks since the moment you saw me and I had been doing the same. Little did you know I was going to take what I wanted right here in the busy changing rooms at the mall, but fuck it, I decided that your body was mine to use and I was going to have you no matter what. Read more »

A Visitor From Great Nicholas [loli, cons, nc, rom, sci fi, tentacle, Saturnalia, bad poetry]

A Visitor From Great Nicholas

 

Twas the night before Saturnalia,

And all around the world,

Great Nicholas was flying,

To protect boys and girls.

 

The invaders had spaceships,

With missiles and beams,

They killed brave reindeer,

To reach human beings.

 

Their species was desperate,

Their homeworld barren,

They looked to their neighbor,

For wombs to breed in.

 

But Nicholas was fast,

And in the blink of an eye,

He stuffed coal down their rockets,

Til saucers couldn't fly.

 

Down, fell those monsters,

Burning across that night's air,

Their mighty ships melted,

The only survivor despaired.

 

It landed in snow,

And skidded down the slope,

Of a winter covered mountain,

To a rest, beside hope.

 

Early merry morning,

Woke little Cindy Q.

From Mommy's log cabin,

She went out to the loo.

 

All night, she had dreamed,

Of what Nicholas might bring,

To the tree she had bound,

With bright candy and string. Read more »

Mr. Lawrence Breeding, Esquire [M/f, M/F, preg, nc, victorian]

Mr. Lawrence Breeding, Esquire by DiscipleN

"Mrs. Caravell, I could hardly mistake your predicament, but I never offer compensation for the rigors and expenses required to manage this particular condition. You must look to your husband. That is his role in society. Our bargain was at an end four months ago." Lawrence inhaled his lungs full of Turkish opium fumes to indicate his conclusion of the discussion.

"But sir, my husband, he's sick. You led me to believe you would provide for us. My Henry has consumed the total of your most generous original gratuity. Can I not persuade you that… Hey! let go of me!"

"I'll remind the lady of her modesty, outside, Mr. Breeding, sir." The butler grasp the woman firmly and bowed slightly.

"Thank you, Smith. Ahhh. You may fuck her for all I care." Lawrence exhaled. He debated his greater enjoyment, to fill one's lungs with the sharp toxins or to breath them into a piteous, pregnant woman's mask of terror.

"Brute! This child is yours. Have you no love for your blood?" Read more »

Artistic License {Part 4} [FF] [first person] [nc, seduction]

I'll put links to the rest of my story in the comments. Summary so far: I'm an artist with a special gift: I can manipulate my girlfriend's body using a clay figure, which I made for an art project on sexuality. Last week I experimented with her breasts, and found that she accepts the change after orgasming. In my last entry I told you about my decision to give her much larger breasts and – just for fun – a cock.

I woke up the next morning with one arm curled up in front of me and the other thrown over Summer's waist. I nuzzled my face in her hair and breathed in her scent, just enjoying the moment. Then I opened my eyes to see the streak of blue by the pink in her hair and grinned. Oh yeah, this is going to be a good morning, I thought to myself. Read more »

Artistic License {Part 3} [FF] [first person] [erotic fiction] [more magic/nc body mods – cock focus, this time]

I'll put links to the rest of the story in the comments. Summary so far: I'm an artist with a special gift: I can manipulate my girlfriend's body using a clay figure, which I made for an art project on sexuality. Last week I experimented with her breasts, and found that she accepts the change after orgasming.

Once we finally left our bed Saturday morning and dressed for the day, Summer realised that her bras no longer fit. She decided that she must have gained some weight, or that she had ruined them by absent-mindedly putting them in the dryer while doing laundry. It wasn't too hard to convince her to just not wear a bra that day, and I certainly appreciated the view. I thought about using this as an excuse to go shopping for some sexy lingerie, but upon consideration decided to wait: I wasn't quite done with my dear Summer yet. For now I was happy watching her wander around the house wearing just a sheer blouse, studying her body. Read more »