Dubious Consent Novels & Stories

The faintest edge of doubt curled in her voice, but her gaze remained steady, waiting to see if he was clever enough to maneuver past the walls she already knew were in place. You don't have to worry Amanda. I have my ways. Once we find out about Lucien's condition. We can use it against his wedding. “You need to understand something, Amanda,” he said. “Marriage isn’t just about walking down an aisle or signing a paper. Legally and even religiously it rests on one thing: consent. If a person is found mentally disturbed, to the point where they can’t understand what marriage truly means, then that consent doesn’t exist.”

"I remember you couldn’t stop talking about how much you wanted crab just last year. Do you not like it, or you can’t eat it?" The question made them both freeze. Their guilty expressions, especially Cody’s, made me smirk inside. I remembered in my past life, Cody swore on his life that his sister couldn’t possibly be pregnant. That was the only reason I agreed to run the test for Mira. Even when the whole thing blew up in court, he insisted he hadn’t known. This dinner was my test to see if he had known all along. And clearly, he had. He’d been lying to me all along!

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Those words hit him where he had vowed to never let in anyone. His heart. ___________________________________ Do remember guys, the story contains Dubious consent which I already mentioned before, it could come in many forms. Manipulation, taking advantage, or using coercion ways, you could get the consent but it would be dubious. So please refrain yourself from reading further if this concerns you. I tried writing a soft chapter as I noticed the story had been too dark from the start. Till the next adios

"Start by telling them the truth. Tell every trial participant where their funding really comes from. Tell every monitoring study patient who's paying their bills. Give them informed consent, Damien. Not the sanitized version. The whole truth." "And watch them all refuse treatment because they'd rather suffer than accept help from Cross money?" Damien shook his head. "That's not informed consent. That's emotional manipulation." "That's choice," Emma corrected. "Something your father never gave anyone. Something you're still not giving them." She grabbed her bag, headed for the door. "Emma, wait." Damien's voice stopped her. "There's something else you need to know. Something I found this mor

They all had the audacity to look pained and regretful. “That was truly an honest mixup. We thought you were a present Dax prepared. And before you assume the worst, we don’t rape women or touch them without their consent, it’s why it’s usually between us and a willing participant who already consented before hand that she’ll role play a scared, unwilling person.” He continued and my mind reeled a little as I listened to him, slowly understanding what he meant. “So that is a kind of kink? Like… consent-nonconsent?” I asked carefully and they all nodded at once in agreement.

The response came without delay. QUESTIONING WILL REDUCE Anna’s chest tightened slightly. “Do I still doubt you?” DOUBT WILL BE MINIMIZED Her jaw clenched. “Do I still disagree with you?” A pause. Then— DISAGREEMENT WILL BE RESOLVED Anna let out a slow breath. “There it is,” she whispered. Elsewhere, Adrian spoke again. “You are not asking for consent to help us.” The system remained silent. “You are asking for consent to remove opposition.” A beat.

he added, "I million after a positive test and the other million after she delivers." Frank looked at the contract in his hands, which was worth millions. And all he had to do was rape a drugged-up woman with the consent of her husband. "Frank time is not on our side; I need to start looking for your brother's kidneys," Marcus reminded him. "I understand...But I have never slept with a woman without her consent," he replied. "That's why you will take the drug too and have no memory of the act." Frank gazed up at him speechless.

“Interesting choice of words. And when exactly did you decide to withdraw your consent to this arrangement?” “When he persisted. When I told him it was over, that I couldn’t do it anymore, and he refused to stop.” Roth claps his hands together. “So, you consented, then withdrew consent, and now you’re claiming victimhood because your husband didn’t obey your every whim?” Maya stands again. “Objection. Mischaracterization and inflammatory language.” “Withdrawn,” Roth says smoothly, but his eyes remain locked on me. “One last question, Mrs. O’Brien. Did you ever, at any point, consider leaving the marriage before your husband’s infidelity became public knowledge?”

She laid out the argument the way a surgeon lays out instruments, methodical and precise, each piece positioned exactly where it would do the most work. "The Claiming Validity Act exists," she said, addressing the arbiters, "to protect against exactly the circumstances we are here to examine. A claiming that occurred under conditions of extreme vulnerability. A commercial exchange of significant value. A power imbalance so profound that the concept of consent becomes, at minimum, legally ambiguous." She did not look at me while she spoke. That was deliberate too. Making me an abstraction. A case study rather than a person sitting twenty feet away with her hand laced through her husband's.