Dubious Consent Novels & Stories

A crime, even. People might have called it whatever they wanted, but it shouldn't be called "dubious consent". A criminal like Henry should rot in prison.

“The records show she didn’t know. The payment was secret. The debt created without consent. This is not evidence against her. It is evidence against Mr. Cross. His manipulation.” “His love,” Richard says. The word sounds ugly in his mouth. “His attempt. Same as theirs. Different method.” “Different consent,” the mediator says. “She didn’t know. She couldn’t choose.” She looks at me. “The shame you feel. The gratitude. The wanting to be saved. These are not crimes. They are human.” I breathe. The first full breath since entering the room. “The judge will rule tomorrow,” the mediator continues. “Based on my recommendation. Which is that the marriage, while unconventional and uncertain, while

They all looked at me. “Because if we don’t write rules for ‘no,’ someone else will write ‘yes’ under friendlier branding,” I said. “Better we say, explicitly: this is off‑limits. Here’s why. Here’s what counts as coercion, and here’s what counts as informed consent, and here’s how we know the difference.” Niko grimaced. “Gray areas,” he said. “My favorite.” “Welcome to civil rights,” Bash’s voice floated from the doorway. He stepped in, hair damp, tie askew, as if he’d just come from court and straight into our mess.

he asked. Elena frowned. “Ms. Thompson?” The trustee’s finger tapped the line on the paper. “A notarized statement by a public notary named Ellen Thompson—dated two weeks after the contract—claims that Mrs. Carter signed these documents under different circumstances than were presented.” Damian’s eyes narrowed. “Different circumstances? What is the nature of the claim?” The liaison met Elena’s gaze directly, respectful but unblinking. “It alleges the consent was procured through misleading information. It asserts that Mrs. Carter was not fully informed at the time of signing.”

She had been coached well. He admired that, in a way. The defence attorney’s questions amused him. They were doing exactly what he expected. Painting ambiguity. Suggesting mutuality. He knew how juries thought. Ambiguity was enough to plant doubt. He leaned forward slightly, clasping his hands. Let them doubt. The prosecutor stood again. “Is silence consent?” “No.” Her voice was firm. “Is friendship consent?” “No.” “Is vulnerability consent?” “No.” “No further question.” She felt something shift in the room.

She thrashed uncontrollably against her bonds for a minute or so, and then lay still. Michael continued to slide himself slowly in and out of her. Finally she stirred. "Say you wanted to steal the crown jewels of England. There's nothing to stop you walking in and taking them, but then the Consensus starts playing its part. If no one in the real world has noticed the theft and you take your attention off the jewels, the Consensus will put them back. Otherwise people will rationalise it as a theft, and if there's a theft there must be a thief. Even though there can't be any, the police will find evidence leading to you and you'll be caught. The Consensus knows what we do, you see, even if ind

2 "As the judge just instructed you the defense doesn't have to stand here give an opening statement, the burdens not on the defense. We can sit back and wait and see what the evidence is, and the later team can come and try and poke holes at it, bring up issues. But we're not doing that, we're going to stand here today and tell you, at least based on revealed evidence, what this case is about. We often times hear people talk about no means no of course no means no, but the question really becomes, and you will see through the course of this case and in this case, the state of Atlanta versus Zac Dubois, did anybody ever really so no." This fucking asshole. "You and your husband get into a he

Avery suddenly realized that they had shifted their contract when they started having s*x with each other but she didn’t realize that they had to take legal measures to reform the contract. Being in this situation was both detrimental and advantageous to her, even for Fredrick. She could lie that he forced her to bed, and Fredrick could deny the pregnancy, after all the contract upheld no approval of consummation or commitment, but she would do no such thing to Fredrick, she loved him, so she replied sincerely, “We didn’t reform the contract but our consummation was consensual. I agreed to it.” “The contract was reformed.” Alex replied, his tone direct and professional.

Huh, what is this? "What is CNC?" I asked him. "Consensual non-consent is having one person's consent to engage in a forced yet intense sexual activity. It may also involve extreme behavior from the dominant partner. Both partners agree to engage in activities they might not be prepared for even before the act." "Interesting, but it doesn't mean we cross the boundaries that we set in this contract, right?" "Nope, of course not; we will still use the contract as a base. We will discuss the scene too before we do CNC."