Erotic Rape Novels & Stories

"Learning that I control every part of you. Even the pain... is mine to give." The whip snapped again, the sound deafening in the silence between us, but this time, it wasn’t aimed at me. The crack of it against the air was a warning—a reminder that I was trapped in this web he’d woven. A trap I’d never be able to escape. "Pain and pleasure," he continued, his voice low and teasing. "It’s all part of the process. You’ll see soon enough." I closed my eyes, surrendering to the inevitable as his presence overwhelmed me, the whip, the wax, the bond—all of it pulling me deeper into the abyss where I no longer recognized myself.

His eyes rolled back as the pain and pleasure rocked his body mercilessly. “You're a perfect boyfriend, Nicholas. If I'm a normal girl I would probably fall in love with you. You could easily detach yourself from your work when you're with me. But it's not enough. Nothing is, for me.” I squatted aligning his cock on bare my cunt. I easily slid in until it bottom out knocking me breathless. I rocked back and forth as I moan in pleasure, driving myself mindless. “You see, I was raped and physically abused at an early age by people like you. This is my way of ridding the world of its rotten inhabitants.” I grind my hips rubbing my clitoris on the patch of hair on his lower abdomen, making me mo

"Maybe it would've been better if they just... touched me and left me alone." The air sucked out of the car. Eric's entire body froze. Then he moved. He shoved open the car door with a savage jerk, stormed around the front, and ripped open Anne's side door. His hand shot out, grabbing her arm with bruising force. "Get out," he growled. "What?" "You think getting raped is better?" His voice cracked, raw and furious and terrified all at once. His eyes shone with something far uglier than rage something broken. "Fine. Get out. Go. Let them have you."

“Just like that, Erica. Keep bouncing on me and beg for my cum. You want my fucking cum don't you?" “Yes! Please, give me your cum,” I whimpered, feeling like I was about to explode around him. “Please, Dr. Evans, fill my tight little pussy with your cum. I need it so badly. It’ll make me come all around your hard cock.” “Oh, Fuck,” he grunted, slamming my hips down on his cock and forcing them still. I knew he was trying to stop himself from coming already, but he didn’t tell me to stop bouncing. So, I continued to buck my hips back and forth, my breasts moving against his chest and my pussy exploding around his cock.

He was still holding her hands above her head with his other hand. Swearing, Eric grabbed the collar of her shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons everywhere, pushing the offending shirt out of his way. Eric opened the front clasp of her bra, feasting his open mouth over one breast, while using his free hand on the other over the hard nipple, flicking it back and forward. Cat moaned, straining against him. Urgently, Eric swiftly moved his hand from her breast to her side and then dragged it down her pencil skirt to its hem. Pulling it up enough so he could lift her leg over his hip, positioning himself at her core.

People are not aware men can also get raped. I don't want aunt Silvia to come over, because we are only going to have endless sex and there are consequences if I refuse. I either get raped or she accuses me of raping her. Dread weighs down on me at the exhausting thoughts of her. Silvia might look innocent but she is a whore at heart. My gaze darts round the room as I begin to hyperventilate. I wouldn't be able to fight against her. Submission was her watchword. I have been holding on to anger and hate for a long time, I am broken and tainted already. Having a rape history from two different people, where do I start from, how do I even tell people. It is a common belief is that a male must b

The bedsheet was dark with evidence of my arousal. "Look how wet you are," he murmured. "You're aching, aren't you? Don't fight it. Let me help you. Let me take care of it." I shook my head firmly. "You're my mentor. I'm your student. We can't do this..." Eric's eyes darkened, and the last trace of restraint snapped. He lunged forward, seizing both of my ankles and violently spreading my legs. "Enough games," he growled. "Girls like you were born to make men feel good."

Terror filled Professor Eric's eyes as he struggled to rise from the cold floor, but once again, his efforts proved futile. “ Now, let the fun begin” I muttered, clasping my hands together in excitement as I watched both men toss Eric's wife to the floor, both of them took turns, making out with her, Eric shrieked in pain and agony, feeling helpless, as he couldn't help but watch his wife being raped. With his hands clenched tightly and blood-soaked tears streaming down his face, Professor Eric pleaded for mercy. He crawled towards me, grimacing from his injury. “ Please, I promise I won't go closer to her anymore; please ask them to stop” "he shrieked loudly, unable to control the pain he f

Eric said as he pinned Rita to the wall again, inhaling her sweet fragrance. “What do you say? You and I.. shall we make some babies? You had always wanted to have my babies,” he said, pushing himself against her roughly. Rita felt anger flare up in her heart. She was very much aware of the hard thing poking her stomach but instead of the tingles she felt with Chris, she was utterly disgusted. ‘What the hell did I see in this guy?’ She thought in her head as she raised her knee, hitting Eric’s crotch without warning.

“No—no, Eric—get off—” He laughed, a low, cruel sound that vibrated against my skin. His thumb pressed hard on my clit, rubbing in rough circles that sent conflicting jolts through me—pain mixed with a sickening flicker of sensation I hated myself for feeling. “Look at you, getting wet even now. You love it, don’t you? Filthy little whore. Begging for it like the trash you are. I should have done this sooner—reminded you who owns this cunt.”