Chloroform Rape Porn Novels & Stories

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Lian’s nails dug into Cheng’s shoulders, a sharp cry escaping as Cheng bottomed out, filling him completely. They stilled for a moment, breaths mingling, Cheng’s forehead pressed to Lian’s. Then he moved—pulling back and slamming in deep, setting a rhythm that was hard and unyielding. Deep strokes, each one hitting deep inside, grinding against Lian’s prostate with every thrust. The bed creaked under them, skin slapping against skin as Cheng fucked him relentlessly.

The skinny girls weren't prepared for this kind of conversation. Next to me, the woman who participated in my homemade and weird porn, still sucked Ramirez. The man was moaning now, and that was a cold water bath on my erection. I was a little disgusted, I can't lie. Every moan of the woman was muffled by the sound of suction and how wet things were. I kept staring at the ceiling of the bunk bed, looking for some crack or anything that would distract me from that situation. "What are your most particular perversions? " asked the woman.

The risk of getting caught, the hatred burning in my chest, and the devastating pleasure between my legs mixed into something twisted and addictive. My hips bucked against his face shamelessly. I bit down harder on my shirt to muffle the desperate, whimpering moans spilling out of me. Roman growled, doubling his efforts. He added a third finger, stretching me wide, his tongue lashing my clit in fast, relentless strokes. “Cum for me, Chloe. Cum on the tongue of this guy you hate so much.” I shattered. The orgasm crashed over me violently. My pussy clenched hard around his fingers, juices flooding his mouth as I came with a muffled scream into my shirt.

Too late. “No, rape is when a mob of Mothers twice your age use electric prods to force you down on the ground, when they hold you down and shoot you up with double the amount of the shit they usually give you to get you hard so you have no choice but to react, so that all of them--all ten or twelve or so many you can’t keep track anymore--take a turn riding you like you’re a not even human, not even an animal, but a machine, like an unfeeling, plastic dick not attached to a mind or a soul. That, Daniel-whoever-the-hell-you-are, is rape!”

my fingers traced the surface of her skin from the side of her closed eyes, down caressing the firmness of her tanned peak, then moving across her valley that was already warm with sticky liquid, "but you like it." Rena did not reply. She was busy swearing along with the loud sighs that filled the room. Her feet stood on tiptoes as my fingers reached her deepest spots. "They call it rape, rape," I whispered as I removed my touch from her core. Rena was very wet. Sweat glistened all over her body that was not covered by a single thread. Not counting the drops from hers that landed on the floor. "So, you like being raped?" I asked later as I took the long object and slipped it into Rena's clea

He was mesmerizing. MY CUNT IS RAPED Chris didn't come in my throat. He pulled out and ordered them to put straps around my thighs. Chains were added to the thigh straps, and chains were again clipped on my wrists. Someone took off the ring gag, giving me a quick finger rape in the mouth as he did. They hauled me up to the bed with my feet towards the headboard, two guys holding my wrist chains over my head so my tits were on maximum display. Two guys held my thigh chains so my legs were forced apart and up, and two more guys held my feet up so they didn't dangle in the air. I had never felt more exposed and vulnerable. This was it. Chris moved around the chains and positioned himself right

The kind of app people used when they didn't want messages traced. Unknown sender. This message will disappear after viewing. I shouldn't have opened it. But my fingers moved on their own. "Fuck yes—ride my cock just like that—" A woman's pornographic moan. The wet, obscene slap of flesh pounding against flesh. "God, your pussy is so fucking tight—so much better than that frigid bitch would ever be—" "She's probably never even touched herself—that repressed little virgin—I bet her cunt is dry as a desert—" "Forget her—fuck—I'm gonna cum so deep inside you—"

I insisted and wiggled against his hold, but the sound of my skirt being torn stopped me. "What did you just do?" "Do you really want to walk out of here naked?" He asked me. "This is rape, stepbro. Taboo, complete incest and I am not giving you my fucking consent." "Chloe," he smiled as he moved closer with his eyes almost fully closed, "you may say all that, but this place gives me all the consent that I need. Your soaking wet pussy that's warm and inviting us all I need to fuck you senseless," he said as he pulled my pant aside as slapped my wetness so it made the wet clap sound.

Jeff’s POV The image of Chloe on her knees in that tiny maid uniform, face and tits covered in my cum while she licked every drop like a good girl, had kept my cock half-hard all day. By evening I was ready to push her even deeper into surrender. The playroom was prepared, the stirrups attached to the padded exam table I’d had custom-built, restraints laid out, a tray of “medical” toys gleaming under the low lights—soft clamps, a speculum, a thick vibrating wand, and plenty of lube. Nothing too extreme, but enough to make her feel thoroughly examined and owned.