Dubious Consent Novels & Stories

I was reading the contract carefully so that I don't sign a contract I don't understand properly. “If you sign this agreement, you are consenting to consensual sex between two adults,” I lip-synced the part I found abnormal, now I see why he insisted on this contract, he doesn't just want to keep me, he wants to own me and take my dignity, he might not know that I'm a virgin at the moment, even if I tell him, what difference does it make? He won't change his mind. I hope after going through all this to keep my family I don't lose them to deceit.

“I am rejecting insanity.” “You’re hurting the birthday boy.” “I am protecting the birthday boy.” Nikolai muttered quietly, “…I feel very protected right now.” Adrik snorted loudly. Damian smirked faintly. Sera shot Nikolai a look. He immediately straightened. Damian leaned forward slightly, voice calm but firm now. “I’m not taking it back.” “You absolutely are.” “I absolutely am not.” “You cannot impose something like this on us.” “I already did.” “That is not how consent works.”

Sarah said The Consilience could reach them anytime, anywhere, unless I cooperated. "Cooperated how?" Damian pressed. "By providing testimony exactly as Sarah scripted it," Emma said. "Some of it was true—the Chicago facility exists, Constantine is real, The Consilience does study resurrection. But other details were... were changed. Exaggerated. Positioned to make you commit to plans they could predict." My enhanced analytical abilities immediately began processing which parts of Emma's testimony might be genuine versus manipulated. "The Dubai Transaction. Is that real?" "I don't know," Emma admitted. "Sarah told me to describe it as happening in thirty days, gave me specific details about

Attorney Anthonia asked. “Yes, he provided everything required. The consent form was notarized and appeared genuine”, Ms. Jenkins replied, her tone laced with certainty. Attorney Anthonia continued, "And did your agency find any reason to doubt Freya's consent or Mr. Hunter's intentions?" Ms. Jenkins gave a thoughtful pause before responding, "No, we had no reason to question their authenticity. Mr. Hunter seemed genuinely concerned for Noah's well-being." "Can you confirm whether Mr. Hunter ever indicated he was trying to circumvent Desmond July's rights?" Attorney Anthonia pressed on.

But, he said. But the principle matters more than the specific outcome in this case, she said. If I run a broadcast that produces directive-feeling experiences in non-hybrid wolves without their knowledge and the experiences happen to be positive, I have still done something that requires consent I did not seek. And the next time I modify the broadcast signal, the positive outcome of the first time is not a justification for skipping the consent process again. She paused. That is exactly the logic Obsidian used, she said. The outcomes justified the process. The research produced useful knowledge. The specific people it was done to were not harmed in ways they could identify. Therefore the la

“You claim the relationship was consensual, but can true consent exist when there is an inherent power imbalance?” “I don’t know. That is a philosophical question.” I look him in the eyes. “What I know is that every time I was with Professor Sandoval, I wanted to be there. Every time I could have left, I stayed. Every time I could have reported him, I chose not to.” “Because he was paying you,” another member says. Professor Chen, no relation to David. “One thousand euros per session for nude modeling. That’s not consent—that’s financial coercion.”

The air system exhales through the vent above the bed, soft as a nurse shushing a newborn. Trust knows lullabies. It probably tested thousands. Sarah sees my hand go to my belly. “Elena?” “We’re going.” Caleb’s mouth flattens. “If you force this door, Trust will record coercion.” Renn laughs once. “Trust records breathing.” “Consent matters here.” That one does it. The laugh that comes out of me is ugly enough to make the room lights dim. Caleb flinches. Good. “You put locks under nurseries,” I say. “Do not say consent to me in a room where my unborn child already has a file.”

Here you know what to do, just add a little quantity of poison to the tea and your family will forever enjoy the remaining years of their life. Then she walked away. -- Maida stumbled back a little as Cain paused the video. Every Elders in the room glanced over at her, words of disappointment escaping out of their mouth in hushed tone amongst one another. She stared at her uncle, who looked away disappointedly. "No, no, no. I didn't do it. It's a lie." she screamed. "It's an unknown tool so they probably fabricated it."

Fully informed consent is a part of everything I do, once I decide I’m interested enough to give them a chance. Then it’s their turn to decide if they’re going to give me what I everything want out of it. Chapter 1.18 Rules - Rourke

“Her curiosity was beginning to get dangerous as her doubt grew stronger after each encounter we had, and I knew something had to be done about it unless we would be jeopardizing everything we’ve built so far.” “So your brilliant solution was to throw yourself down a flight of stone stairs?” he asked with his voice cracking halfway through the sentence. “This is more than reckless, Derek. It is insane. You could have gotten yourself killed.” “I didn’t have any other option; that was the only way to remove all doubt,” I muttered grimly. “It is way better to have things like this than having my cover blown before I get started with everything,” I added, looking down to my suspended leg.