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Kerstin und Se-Na, zwei Freundinnen in ihren Vierzigern, wollen nach einem gemeinsamen Mittagessen auswärts das Treffen in Se-Nas Wohnung mit einem Kaffee ausklingen lassen und werden an der Haustür von zwei Männern überfallen. Sie werden anschließend über Stunden missbraucht und erst in der Nacht von Se-Nas Mann aus ihrer schrecklichen Lage befreit.
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NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a...
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I feel hands caressing my naked skin, and cupping my breasts, pinching, even a caress of my pubic hair and a pair of calloused fingers caress between my pussy lips I moan and I almost protest with one of the colours, at first I want to signal yellow, but then those fingers feel really good and I signal red, and I am stopped, and pushed into a squat, the two fingers wet from my pussy rub against my lips and I kiss the fingers and then open my...
Eric’s hands slightly shook as he held the envelope. It was of heavy, ivory colored paper, of excellent quality. While his own name and address had been clearly imprinted, with calligraphic artistry, on the front, it lacked any obvious signs of who would have sent it.
he message from Victoria had been exemplary in brevity and clarity. It had simply read.
N. Garden party on Saturday at my place. Starts at 2 pm, dress for polite society! V.
Just seventeen words, nothing to cause excitement by the casual reader, just an invitation from one friend to another. The casual reader couldn’t have been more wrong. This was not an invitation it was a summons.
I pressed into her, the pulsating hardness of my erection firm against her body, no point in not letting her know what was coming. Putting my face close to her, I whispered into her ear.
“Breathing is a habit, that is very hard to break. You have a choice to make, you can cooperate, or I will tighten the noose around your neck even more. Do you understand me?”
Clara's head broke through the surface of the clear water. With the evening sun still shining brightly she enjoyed that feeling of the first day of her vacation. She had a whole week in what she always had considered her private paradise.
There are some lessons you can only learn by making mistakes and getting clobbered, and boxing is full of those lessons. If you can't hurt me, I can't learn!
Have you ever had a day where everything is going almost too well? Where it all seems to go smoothly? Well this is the first time in a long time, but may be the last for me.
The hologram cute girl alarm, one of the few of her things they left me, in her voice cutely cried out for me to wake up. Five-thirty in the morning, and after the morning routine, found me waiting as usual for the transport. In some sectors, a garbage collector and hauler...
As soon as she stepped across the threshold, she caught a whiff of something - sweat mixed with cheap cologne and burnt motor oil. Then big hands encircled her wrists and yanked her arms behind her back, making her cry out in surprise. She barely had time to realize what was happening before her vision went black and her senses were overwhelmed with the cloying smell of industrial chemicals mixed with rotting seaweed and molasses.
Mirror, mirror on the wall...and what really happened when Ravenna took out her anger on Snow White. In the end, Snow White wasn't so innocent anymore, but defiled...
Re-post of a story of mine... I don't remember if it was originally on RapeCage or Ravishment University, honestly.
This is parody. You've been warned.
-The author
Lolita Virginia Snow toyed with one blond ringlet as she looked into the mirror, her pearl-white teeth chewing on the cherry swell of her lower lip.
It was the day after her eighteenth birthday, and she was wearing the outfit her Uncle Chester had given her. The dress was as white...
Ilduara sah wie sich die Augen des Römers weiteten, als er sie endlich erkannte, und ein bösartiges Lächeln erschien auf ihrem Gesicht.
Wie sehr mochte er nun Fortuna verfluchen? Allein in den endlosen Wäldern, der vernichtenden Niederlage entronnen traf er auf die eine Frau weit und breit der jedes Lösegeld das er zu zahlen im Stande war gleichgültig war
We all move up to caress The Perverted Mimic's tentacles, lick then, and he slowly helps us past the lower sharp teeth without us even touching them slightly and I see us and feel us sink between the tentacles and I still don't feel it, my own fault for wanting to scare Cara a bit to excite her, and teach her a lesson, I listen to all the others singing out in pleasure and I see the tentacles all pull in and the lid closes.
The damned cold rain fell. My once valuable wedding dress in tatters, I was beaten and tossed into the garbage. They thought they had me. My sister, born in a tube, and my parents thought they won. They thought they had my whole life in their hands. But little did they know....that what was to come would shake even the massive Commonwealth to the core.
Let us step back a month prior. The wedding plans were finalized, everything set and ready....
Post liberationem sexualem, omnia animalia tristia sunt die Iudicii.
Dear observers, readers and historians, you now sit in a non secular massive cathedral, where everyone is in the pews, masked and watching the choir, in bondage, but their mouths can still sing. The massive pipe organ, flares to life as Toccata and Fugue starts to play, as a singer, in Domme gear starts the Requiem.....
Oh virtue, oh chastity, discarded as the sacred...
It's not outrageous. I mean, think about it, Dennis said, gesturing around the room, when this place was built, you know businessmen were getting up to shenanigans with their secretaries and female staff all the time. No 'sexual harassment' or anything like that, then. Now? Well, you're just being informed that you actually have to fulfill that offer you made, coming here, dressed like that.
My heart pounds. My breathing is short and rapid, every muscle and sinew drawn tight. His aim is perfect—the bulbous head of his cock splits my tender folds, and he enters me fully in one deep, vicious thrust. Deep inside me, Philippe holds himself still. He looks down at me with a smug smile, taking a few seconds to appreciate the sight of the naked captive spread out before him, taking his huge cock all the way up her quivering cunt. .
Der Autor dieser Geschichte hat die Regeln für das Veröffentlichen von Geschichten gelesen und akzeptiert. Der Autor garantiert, dass die folgende Geschichte keine der in der Sektion „Verbotene Inhalte“ aufgeführten Themen enthält.
Die folgende Geschichte ist ein fiktives Werk und dient ausschließlich der Unterhaltung. Sie schildert nicht einvernehmliche sexuelle Handlungen zwischen Erwachsenen. Sie ist in keiner Weise als Befürwortung nicht...
Leanne was at work in the bar one dark night
Just serving some drinks on a tray
When a hand on her ass gave the poor girl a fright
Which made her drinks wobble and sway.
The owner of a sex club with a sideline in selling footage of what goes on - with appropriate release forms signed at the door - orchestrates the seduction and abuse of the shyest member of the latest gang of uptown girls who think it'll be a fun night out.
Despite the fact that she had to be around 85 years old, the ability of modern technology – at least the kind of technology available to the rich and privileged few of society meant that she didn’t look a day older than 21. “I guess immortal youth doesn’t sound so bad when you have everything you could possibly want...” Greg muttered venomously. He hated the elite and so he hated Monica as a result even though he craved nothing more than to feel...
Teaser: Well, it's the second week of August, so retailers on all levels will begin imposing Christmas on us any minute now.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for...
(For all of my old friends and new friends here, a little funny with your smut, lol. And there is sex too.)
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Hero's Judgement: Dayfall
L.O.V.E.F.U.L. (League of Villainous Empowered Female Underworld Leaders) sat in their high rise tower...
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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...
The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
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...
Morgan continued to ride the pastors cock through the sensitive after orgasm pain. She was used to it, she craved it, and she worked through it. Down up down up down up she had found the perfect spot inside her and rode that cock faster and faster and faster. Suddenly the pastor bellowed out a roar like a lion. His cock throbbed and Morgan felt the fluids coat her insides. It didn’t soften thanks to the Viagra, and Morgan continued fucking that...
“There are women ready to do some very nasty things to make some real money in this city, Tia,” the “boss” continued, walking slowly around the aisle between the “sets” like a corporate presenter, or perhaps a zookeeper. “I have my pick of the prettiest girls, and a line waiting to take their place. But I don't have a lot of lily-white blondes with Victoria's Secret figures on my roster.
