Bride Rape Porn Novels & Stories

“She’ll do. But you knew me—I like my women powerless. What’s the word for liking them… disabled?” “Abasiophilia?” Vivienne laughed. “That can be arranged. When I deliver her to you, she’ll be exactly how you want.” Julian smirked. “Perfect. It’ll make it easier to keep her in line later. Where else could she go without us?” I held my breath. 'Exactly how he wanted.’ Disabled. Broken. Their words sent cold straight through me. “How do you plan to pull that off?” the man asked. Vivienne smiled, cool and composed. “A little accident here and there should do the trick.”

I am Aria Vitale. I am the director of the Vitale Foundation and a member of the operational board and the woman who tends the garden called Tuesday and the mother of a girl who is going to know from the earliest age that the world is full of things worth building if you are willing to be patient with them. I did not choose the beginning of this story. I chose everything after it. I would choose it all again. Every chapter. The difficult ones too. Especially those. End of The Vitale Bride

Now, their company is one of the most popular in the porn industry and they know the owners as sex gods. Aiden slapped Lisa’s tits and she squirmed, flicking her clit as Aiden fucks her. She whimpers when he dips his hands into the tight rings of her ass hole. “Aiden, fuck. Take me from there.” She said, voice high pitched. “You love to be fucked from there, don’t you?” Aiden says as he pulls from her cunt and press the tip of his thick, hard cock in her anus. “Holy Christ!” Lisa murmured, her face turning to all shades of colors as she regard Aiden from over her shoulders. She watches as he push himself into her ass hole and a satisfactory smile ghosted across her lips.

The priest announced, “You will now be tied to each other forever. You may kiss the bride now.” Georgina so naturally held his hand which he tried to takeout but she was firmed in her hold. She gave him confused looks; he just grabbed her hand seeing the people around. She smiled happily thinking, it must be miff of her imagination. Everything is just fine with Prince Adam. He moved forward and just peck her lips, making her smile in delight...she shuddered with his touch but he was numb with hatred and anger burning in his veins. Priest declares their marriage is complete and both are husband-wife now.

Which was why, at eleven o'clock on a Friday night, she was spread out on her bed with her laptop balanced on her nightstand, her hand between her legs, and Jude Brennan's I*******m open on her phone. Pathetic. She knew it was pathetic. She didn't care. The video on her laptop was filthy....some rough amateur thing she'd found on a site she'd never admit to visiting, a girl bent over a bathroom sink while a man fucked her from behind, his hand fisted in her hair. The girl was begging, and the man was telling her to shut up and take it, and Mara's fingers were buried inside herself, her thumb working her clit as she stared at Jude's most recent photo.

orgasm squirting around his wrist, ass milking load from him. Bedroom bondage harder: Wrists and ankles to bedposts with belts, spread crucifixion. Dean mounted, cock spearing pussy, then adding vibrator in ass on max vibrations thrumming bones. He choked, bit tits bloody, spanked clit with crop from drawer. "Rape me harder break the bed!" Frame splintered under slams; climaxes chained, her wails deafening "Cumming endlessly, fill me!" cum erupting as wood cracked.

My heavy breasts hung beneath me, my nipples brushing teasingly against the sheets. Hilton gripped my hips firmly and slammed back inside with one powerful thrust. The new angle made me cry out sharply, his cock reaching even deeper than before. He started fucking me harder, the loud slap of skin against skin echoing through the bedroom as each brutal stroke drove the air from my lungs.

I nod, his fingers finding my clit and my knees nearly give up. They press against my clit, rubbing agonizingly slow as his strokes even grow slower. Damn it. Damn it. “Look up, darling. I want you to see how much you need my cock.” And sure as hell, my reflection is a mess. Mascara running down my cheeks, face red and holy shit I look like a whore. A hungry one. Finally Braide rams right into me, making me stumble in the process but his hand holds my waist firm, I am sure as hell Randy can hear my moans from outside.

“Show the camera what a whore you are.” My face burned, but the arousal was overwhelming. I dropped the towel, untying the bikini top to let my full breasts spill out, nipples already rock hard. Then the bottoms, my shaved pussy exposed, glistening with my own excitement. The chat erupted: “New girl’s hot!” “Eat her out!” Tips hit €1000 in seconds. Zara pulled me onto the bed fully, pushing me down on my back. “Spread your legs, Maya. Let them see your cunt.”

"Please let me cum, Mistress." Taking pity on the poor slave, Shasta shoved a couple fingers up her cunt, ordering her to cum. The orgasm was captured on camera, Reneé jerking helplessly on her fingers, thrusting her hips agains Shasta's hand. When her tremors ceased, Shasta fed Reneé her fingers, having her lick them clean, also captured on video. I don't know how well our products would sell, but we'd have a great porn site when we were done.