Femboy Traps Novels & Stories

" I'd been full of enthusiasm just moments ago, but now her relentless blows left me reeling. I couldn't understand it at all. Why was my girlfriend—who'd been so tender and affectionate with me last night—suddenly hurling such vicious words at me? And she was the one who pursued me first. Why was I suddenly the one who pestered her endlessly? "You wanted me to say it to your face, right? Well, now I've made it very clear. Please leave my house." Her icy voice snapped me out of my thoughts. As I looked at her cold, resolute expression, all my lingering feelings for her dissipated. Seeing the neighbors watching, my heart sank to rock bottom. "Okay. I'll go and never bother you again. Just giv

This was the fate of the young ladies who were kidnapped. Just then, the metal grates creaked loudly. The door opened slowly, and the man from before appeared at the door. He was beaming as he pointed at the women in the room. "These are all our best products. You can take your pick. I'll even give you a discount," he said to a tall man beside him. The tall man looked around. The young women curled up together in a corner, not daring to move. They were all sobbing. The tall man rubbed his chin and then pointed at the youngest woman.

Janet came back to sense and raised up from CEO Fred immediately, stammering, " Bo..Boss..CEO... Victor...You...you are here?" Actually, Janet had an obsession with collecting different sorts of gadgets. When she stayed overseas, she always looked for new invented objections. It was one of the gadgets that her neighbor gifted her. It was small yet powerful. With just one push, it could paralyze a person for 3 days minimum. So, she came prepared to steal the signature from CEO Fred. Who knew that she would meet with her Boss instead? Michael began to ask impatiently, his eyes watching Janet hatefully, " Boss..Boss..Just order me..I will chop them to death.."

Her fingers clutched the sheets tightly. "Hit it, Baby... I'm going to let you have it. Your first and unforgettable one..." He chuckled and dived in the middle of her thighs. He run his warm t****e on her c**t hardening it and thrusted it inside her p***y hole. He s****d her j****s and proceeded to make her reach her own bliss. "Terrence... D****t! I... I... Ohhh, so f*****g good..." Athena Stanford for the first time in her life. Her composure was shattered thanks to Terrence Adams! He blow her mind off completely and even make her scream in bed!

The male asked Kayla who just stared into his eyes. The man, together with his voice and appearance, reminded her of a needle head cenobite. He gave her scares. What did he have to show her? The door opened, tugging her attention to look backward. Two big men were coming in with a cage they carried over their shoulders. In the cage was a boy, not more than thirteen years old. His hands and feet were chained together, and he sat with his legs cuddled to his stomach.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

“Or are you implying that I never get to leave this room? Is my role just a fuck girl?” “No,” they both say in unison, turning their heads to look at me. “You are not a mere toy to us,” First Guy continues with a seriousness I wasn’t anticipating. “We are not that fickle.” I heave a sigh of relief. My question is half answered, but I still have more. “Why me?” “We needed someone who can trust and survive our lifestyle,” Thirst Trap says, his voice low but firm. “In our line of work, it is hard to get such a combination, so we are mostly on our own, save for occasional night stands.”

Luna staggered to her feet, grabbing a fistful of my hair and slamming my head against the wall. A wave of searing pain hit me, nearly knocking me out. My vision blurred, but instinct took over as I gripped her wrist tightly. I lifted my head, exposing my collarbone. I deliberately curled my lips into a mocking smile and sneered. "If York finds out you came here to throw a tantrum, he won't let it slide. Locking me up was his way of protecting me. A man like him, broadcasting to the world that you're his girlfriend—do you really think that's a blessing?"

My body started heating up again. Mabel was still talking about her achievements during this trip. I responded absent-mindedly; she seemed to notice this on the other end of the line. So, she concluded, "You'll know what a prize I've found when we get back to work on Monday." After hanging up, my mind was overwhelmed by thoughts of the roses and the odd sensation Jeremy had made me feel. I patted my cheeks and told myself to calm down. … My business trip lasted another two days. Throughout that time, I attended various gatherings and seriously kept an eye out for potential streamers. Finally, I discovered one who looked like he would do well.

Then he pulled back and turned her toward the computer. Tracie's eyes widened at the page displayed there. A banner across the top proclaimed "Finest toys and equipment for the discriminating bondage fans." In a column along the left, in bold letters, was a list that included floggers, spanking benches, paddles, and restraints. The rest of the page was taken up by pictures of various items. "Do these frighten you, Tracie?" For the first time Pete's voice held a note of uncertainty.