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I knew something was wrong as soon as I woke up. I tried to open my eyes, but my lids felt heavy…so heavy. I tried to roll over, but I couldn’t. I could feel my arm was asleep, that uncomfortable ‘pins and needles’ feeling. Was I tied down? No, I...
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Charlotte was a lonely woman. Recently divorced, tired of men, when a woman of Chinese decent met her in a bar. Charlotte talked to her a bit before the woman became more aggressive. Miya, she'd introduced herself as, moved her hands from...
“Shut up. Open the door. Let me in. Close the door. You may speak, but only to answer my questions. Are you alone here?”
“…”
“Are you expecting someone soon?”
“…”
“Alright. Where’s your kitchen?”
She leaned back in her chair and looked Dan straight in the eyes, keeping her own features composed. Dan Webster was the new shooting star among Hollywood's directors, very much akin to Spielberg in the seventies. She had seen his last independent movie and had liked what she had seen. He was good, had an eye for talent and framing. What had most people talking about his work was his ignoring modern sensibilities, he showed and depicted what...
A bead of sweat ran down between Emily’s naked breasts and got soaked up in the bedsheet covering her hips. The heat in her one-room apartment was oppressive, summer in Atlanta was bad, a heat wave in Atlanta was worse but both with a broken down air condition was a nightmare.
Kyle was with Maya when she got knocked up. Those two were off and on. They'd stay together for a while until one day they had a big fight and Kyle fucked off for good. At least until the next time Kyle took her back. They fought all the time. He was convinced she was fucking all of us. She was, but Kyle never had enough of a spine to stop any of us.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the...
She heard her father call from downstairs “Sorry sweetie we are out of milk, I’ll just quickly walk up to the store and get some. Can’t have my big girl missing her favorite hot chocolate.”
“Dad don’t worry, I can just quickly drive up there.”
“Nonsense Sabrina, you are my guest, and I need the exercise. I’ll be back in 30 minutes.”
From his hunched position, Nick's gaze darted across Katie's sprawled-out form, his heart beating unsteadily. She looked vulnerable and disheveled in sleep, head tilted to the side with lips slightly parted, one limp arm hanging off the edge of the couch. Her top was bunched up at her neck, one bare breast plump in his hand, the nipple of the other reddened and glistening. Her skirt was twisted around her waist, her legs obscenely spread around...
The gavel came down with a sharp sound as if to set the final punctuation to the judges sentence. Emily Wayne dropped into her chair. She had fought hard, against a ruling of personal responsibility in the bankruptcy case of her father’s company. After his death in a plane accident she was the only one left holding the bill. Emily had known that the business wasn’t doing great but, the full extent of the financial troubles had only hit her after...
Within the tent, a young woman lay bound to a camping bed, her eyes wide with terror. She was gagged, unable to scream for help. Her wrists were tied tightly with a coarse rope that dug into her skin, and her ankles were secured with the same cruel knots. The heat of the day was stifling, and beads of sweat trickled down her face, mingling with the tears that had yet to dry.
Max, better known as the Ghost, is the premier contractor in the world for abducting, breaking, and training high-value sex slaves. He was on top of the world... until he got a new contact, and the scope of the world expanded massively.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the...
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Die folgende Geschichte ist ein fiktives Werk und dient ausschließlich der Unterhaltung. Alle in dieser Geschichte dargestellten sexuellen Handlungen...
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Subject: Jacob Einrieccht
Age as of Date: 18 at the time of the compiling of his full record review.
Birth Date: 3/19/07
Date of Death: 12/31/29? (No exact time or date has been established properly, nor cause, as no trace of his body, or the...
Jimmy was naked except for a Jordan Peterson mask similar in style to the Guy Fawkes mask that has become synonymous with the hacktivist collective Anonymous. Only his eyes weren’t covered by the mask. He stood in a woman’s bedroom. The bed was covered by a transparent veil, hiding and not hiding at the same time the body of a woman on the bed.
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I couldn't help but zoom in on the image, my stomach twisting in a tornado of anger and despair. Her nipples were hard, almost tearing through the fabric. It was a clear sign of arousal. The sight of her in his arms, her body betraying her. I just knew was playing with her unprotected pussy right there, for all to see, and she was powerless to stop him.
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Mr. Lee had built his reputation in this shadowy world over decades of meticulous work. His training methods were renowned for their effectiveness, a blend of ancient Asian disciplines and modern psychological techniques that rendered his pupils utterly submissive and compliant. His clients were an elite group of wealthy and powerful men, Sheikhs, and emirs who sought the most exquisite and obedient companions money could buy.
When I opened the door to my room, I found myself face to face with Blossom, the enigmatic beauty from earlier. She was completely naked, except for what I thought was jewellery that adorned her body. It was clear that she was indeed the gift the Sheik had mentioned. Her hair cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall, framing a face that could have been sculpted by the gods themselves. Her full, flush lips parted slightly, and those...
I was standing in my kitchen, with two cups of tea. Robin was in my bed. She had been snoring away when I got in from work. I guess I woke her up. I can’t believe the unfairness of it. She’d been out once already to visit the bathroom, ignored me and went back to bed. She’d been wearing my best Akira T-shirt when she’d appeared. Bouncing around in it enticingly, I didn’t mind that of course, it’d smell of her now.
A proud lesbian queen is captured during a brutal conquest and subjected to relentless violation by her enemies — a harrowing tale of defiance, degradation, and shattered vows.
He is chasing me, the burly man with the dilated pupils, high on some drug cocktail, just like the rest of the crowd that’s turning the place into a naked fuck fest. I didn’t know what this was, I just wanted to go dancing tonight
He groaned, his hips jerking forward, and she felt the tip of him brush against her entrance. Slowly, she breathed, and he nodded, positioning himself at her opening. He pushed in inch by inch, filling her completely, stretching her until she thought she might break. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that had her nails digging into his back.
Her name was Sakura, Cherry Blossom, or at least that's what she was known as in the house of the Black Lotus. Nobody was using their right name in a place like this, I certainly hadn’t been given the name of Ajita at birth. Yet her name was so aptly chosen, like her namesake she was delicate and beautiful, and like the cherry blossom her beauty would be very fleeting.
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Amber cried uncontrollably as The Hunter got on top of her in the bed. She was too afraid of him to struggle. His cock brushed the entrance to her pussy. Amber closed her eyes and tears streamed down her face on her freckles. He slapped her face and commanded her to open her eyes. She felt forced to look at him as his cock slowly went deep into her cunt. Amber wailed and cried as the cock slowly moved in and out. His body pressed hard against...
She stood before him, her hands clasped behind her back, her gaze lowered. Her breathing was shallow as he slowly walked around her. The ground beneath her bare feet was cool, but the heat beneath her skin blazed relentlessly.
“This is everything I’ve got on her.” I said and handed the manila folder labeled with Claire Statton to the man sitting on the other side of the table. He had introduced himself as Mr. Brown, but I doubted it was his real name...
My cock invaded deep into her tight, dripping wet pussy. Her screams of protest were intoxicating. She tried desperately to prevent moans of pleasure from escaping her lips. I knew her body wanted this. Harder and faster I ravaged lovely Leila. Her screams begging me to stop made it so much more enjoyable. Fuck she was so desperate to stop moans of pleasure from escaping. Her resistance was fanning the flames inside my body....
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“He pinched my bottom!”
Carrie pointed from the witness box at the wicked-looking old man smirking at her from the courtroom benches. The considerable crowd murmured to themselves at this revelation, some giggling, evidently amused at the thought...
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Cathy Kelley was used to having men gawk over her as a WWE personality, and especially the ones most women would consider “gross”, or, as the slang is these days, “incels.”
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The vault’s cold metal floor bit into her skin as Paul’s assault drove her body against it repeatedly. The harsh fluorescent lights above flickered, casting grotesque shadows that seemed to dance and leer. Addie continued to scream and writhe in agony. The vault echoed with Addie’s muffled cries, the sound reverberating off the metal walls in a sickening chorus. Her body convulsed beneath Paul’s crushing weight, every nerve alight with searing...
The young whore who had been so entranced by Parata getting massaged swam up to her, close enough so it was natural to exchange greetings. ‘I’m Nymphe of Clitor,’ the girl introduced herself in Greek-accented Latin and, smiling, stood up on the bottom of the pool next to Parata.
‘Clitor? Where’s that?’ Parata checked out the lovely face of Nymphe and her perky breasts sitting high on her chest.
