Chloroform Rape Porn Novels & Stories

“Now sit on the bed. Legs wide open. Coat completely off your shoulders.” I obeyed, sitting on the edge of the bed with my thighs spread obscenely. The coat pooled around my waist as Sophie moved in front of me. “Use two fingers and spread your pussy lips for the camera. Let him see how pink and wet you are inside.” My face burned with shame even as my clit throbbed. I parted my lightly slick folds, showing the camera my entrance. Sophie was so close I could feel her breath on my thigh. “Look at that pretty cunt dripping all over the sheets,” she whispered. “You’re making such a mess, Lila.”

Before she could respond, he placed the clamp on her clitoris. Eve bucked wildly under him, her voice a hoarse cry as he sat back to admire his work. The thin gold chain draped over her soft skin, her breasts standing alert under the administration of the clamps while a third chain dragged down into her folds, and a small gem glistened from her mound. Raphe gave an experimental tug and she cried out again, cum suddenly squirting from her, soaking his pant leg. “My little slut really likes this.” He mused as he reached back for his ropes. “On yer knees, lass.” His command was gruff with need as he palmed his bulge while she scrambled to comply, the chains jangling as she got into position.

Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat. On the laptop, a chat window scrolled wildly with messages: tips pouring in, hearts exploding, filthy requests flooding the screen. “Fuck yourself harder, slut!” “Shove it deeper!” “You’re such a dirty whore today!” Euro amounts flashed with each donation—€50, €100, €500—adding up insanely fast. Zara was a cam whore. A filthy, successful one, by the looks of it.

I ask, my voice shaking, while tears sting my eyes. He tilts his head calmly. “The chloroform on the handkerchief may have been too much for you. No matter how much I tried, you wouldn’t wake up. But, based on how you moaned and your body responded to me last night, I’d say you enjoyed it as much as I did.” He. Did. R.ape. Me?! Fury and disgust surge through me. A growl rips from my throat. I rise from the bed, shifting into my wolf form. I lunge at him, but a sharp pull on my ankle stops me.

Tears blurred her vision, snot running from her nose, but the aggressive pounding ignited a fire she couldn't deny, her clit swelling under his assault. Jefferson sensed it, laughing cruelly. "So now you’re Begging? Your cunt's begging for my cum, slut. Gonna fill you up, breed this rapey little hole." He sped up, hips blurring, balls tightening as he chased his release, one hand fisting her hair to arch her back, the other rubbing her clit furiously.

But curiosity got the better of me, so I unlocked my phone and tapped on the message. It was a video. I tapped to play, and within seconds, my eyes widened in shock. There, on the screen, was Chloe, dressed provocatively in an outfit that left little to the imagination. She looked like she was auditioning for a sleazy strip show, and if that wasn’t enough, the scene quickly devolved into something far worse. Chloe was in the middle of a sordid encounter with three men. One of them was aggressively fingering her, while she focused her attention on pleasuring the other two by sucking their dick, their hands tangled in her hair as she sucked them off. One of the men slapped her on the ass, caus

I lay sprawled on our massive master bed in the pitch-dark room, the only light coming from my laptop screen glowing obscenely in front of me. My nightgown was bunched up around my waist, legs spread wide like a whore in heat. On the screen, the most disgusting, filthy gangbang p**n I could find played at full volume. A curvy woman just like me was being completely destroyed—three thick cocks slamming into her throat at once, stretching her mouth into a grotesque, drooling mess while a fourth man brutally ruined her pussy, pounding her so hard her whole body shook.

Does it have something to do with his childhood and the fact that he was abused then? Anita remembered a naked boy standing in the snow and frost. The boy was standing in front of his house, exposed to neighbors and passersby. Did such public exposure and humiliation as a child take its toll on a growing man? Sex was associated with nudity, with sharing one's body, and Rafał as a child was forced to stand naked in front of his house like a living child pornography.

He looked up with eyes black with pure lust and stretched out his arms, calling her with a rough gesture. “Come here, you holy whore. Get on top of me. I want to feel you riding this priest cock like a desperate slut. I want to see those tits bouncing while you milk me dry.” Clara, still trembling from the previous orgasms, her body marked with red slaps, bites, and cum leaking from both holes, obeyed immediately. Her black habit was completely torn at the front and sides, hanging like dirty rags of sin. Her large, heavy breasts swung freely, dark and swollen nipples covered in saliva and teeth marks. Her shaved pussy and wrecked little asshole dripped thick white cum down her thick thighs a