Corruption Kink Novels & Stories

I stared back. “Why?” he asked. That was the thing everyone wanted to know. Why? Why did I do it? Why couldn’t I stop? I opened my mouth to say something sarcastic, maybe to deflect. But for once, the words didn’t come. Because the truth? I didn’t know. I just knew that I couldn’t sit still in my own skin unless someone was touching me. I couldn’t feel alive unless I was fucked. “You’ve been officially suspended from all classes until further notice,” he said. “You’re not expelled—yet—but the board is requiring a psychological evaluation. Weekly therapy. Sexual addiction counseling.”

☆ Extreme sexual kinks and fetishes: BDSM (bondage, discipline, dominance/submission, sadomasochism), impact play, spanking, flogging, whipping, caning, choking, breath play, knife play, blood play, edge play, wax play, electro-play, pet play, age play, CNC (consensual non-consent), breeding kink, impregnation fantasy, free-use, somnophilia (sleep sex), voyeurism, exhibitionism, public sex, group sex, gangbangs, orgies, double/triple penetration, bukkake, cuckolding, hotwife, swinging, polyamory, and many more. ☆ Taboo and forbidden themes: Incest (brother/sister, father/daughter, mother/son, family orgies), pseudo-incest, step-family relations, age-gap relationships (legal adults only), tea

Some triggers include: addiction, drug abuse, suicide, depression, mentions of sexual assault, stalking, aggravated jealousy, infidelity, parental loss, blackmail, graphic sex and sexual harassment, psychotic displays, dub-con, forced coercion, kidnapping, revenge p**n, objectification, suicidal ideation, murder, bullying, family issues, domestic violence, self-harm, psychological/verbal abuse, sadism-masochism. Some kinks include: praise/size kink, degradation, brat kink, impact play, denied orgasm, forced orgasm, overstimulation, choking, filming of sexual acts, voyeurism, feet fetish, golden shower, exhibitionism, temperature play, findom, BDSM, and age gap. Readers discretion/warning: Th

He’s hacking the hardware. And the tools… Christ, the tools. The sound. The vibrator. The tape. It’s not just about penetration. It’s about instrumentation. He’s not having sex; he’s conducting a symphony of degradation on her flesh. Every moan, every twitch, every wetness is a data point confirming his mastery. It turns arousal into a forensic science. That’s a profoundly male kind of corruption, taking something intimate and making it clinical, turning pleasure into a measurable output of his own design.

The door flings open, revealing a whole new world that seems more depraved from the world I already experience, but this kind of depravity is one that doesn’t harm or use anyone else unless they want to be a victim. The upper echelon of society loves their kinks, craves them, but they don’t want to let the depravity ruin the fake facades they’ve created. Politicians who like to wear diapers while they suck on a woman’s tit, lawyers who like to be tied up on a cross and whipped, a famous actress who’s paraded around like a little puppy, licking the shoes of her owner. I’m about to head straight through those same cast iron doors and leave when a deep voice whispers in my ear, making my toes c

“Sure do. Every three months if I’m out there and active. I know everyone thinks my life is this nonstop fuckfest because I show the slightest interest in sex and one-night stands, but I haven’t gotten any since that damn cruise last year. I passed the last exam with flying colors. How about you?” “Regular checks, just got out of a long-term relationship.” I didn’t mention that those “regular checks” were a requirement for membership at my kink resort. Even the most free-spirited of free spirits were sometimes put off by the mention of anything harder than handcuffs. This would be a straightforward, well, fuckfest, to use her words. “I use condoms during intercourse, that’s nonnegotiable.” “

he sneered. "That's not true!" Kori cried, shaking. Karma was delicious. "She's a succubus who's committed adultery with countless men and ruined their lives!" he continued. "We heard she digs out organs while they're still alive! Why else would that new guy who claimed to have mated with her wash up in the river in that state?! We have to get rid of her—" I held up a hand. "Where's your proof?" The man sputtered. "What about a fair trial?" I asked.

He pulls the door shut behind us, sealing us in together, and suddenly the flashing lights outside seem very far away. "You know I could arrest you." He's on top of me now, pressing me down into the uncomfortable seat, his weight a delicious pressure that makes my still-sensitive body hum with renewed interest. "Public indecency. Corrupting an officer of the law. Speeding in a designated zone." "Corrupting?" I arch up against him, feeling his cock already hardening again through his uniform pants. "You started this." "You were dressed like that." His hand slides up my thigh, pushing my dress higher. "Driving like that. Looking at me like that. What was I supposed to do, give you a ticket and

He held it to me as if to offer me more, and I shook my head. “It’ll be okay.” He said, “It’s been long enough since you took the meds.” I shook my head again. I doubted I would even be able to finish this glass. Robust, my ass. This shit was hard. “The Corrupt are typically in positions of power.” He said as he sat the goblet down. I sat and mulled over what he said. “But not always. Some lie low, infiltrating like termites.” “So, like government?” I asked.

Although there have been no reported activities from them, at least not anywhere close, there could still be spies around. Jake didn't mind slitting some hunter's throat again... But he obeyed Thomas anyways. After Claire left town, he had kept using Kora for his pleasures...in a futile attempt to forget Claire. Kora was a slut, and she was very good at her job. He made her do dirty things for him, and she obeyed like the good little slut she is. He once asked her to fuck herself with his whiskey bottle while he sat and watched, jerking himself off.