Forced Crossdressing Novels & Stories

So, Over the next couple of years, I started cross dressing & playing with big black toys, until I just couldn't take it no more. Then I found the M4T personals on Craigslist & quickly hooked up with another Big Black Cock, who fucked my now totally broke in ass pussy. Over the next few years I hooked up with another 10 Big Black Cock's, who I dressed up all sexy for & had them just fuck my ass pussy, with some of them even cumming all up in me too.

"Fine. But I play to win." Cross's smirk grew as he allowed himself to be pulled closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "Oh, cara," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark promise. "You're going to lose so beautifully." With a sudden burst of strength, I pushed him onto the bed, sending him sprawling back onto the mattress. He looked up at me, surprise flitting across his features, before his eyes lit up with excitement. He was enjoying this, enjoying watching me lose control. I reached behind me, my fingers fumbling with the clasp of my bra, desperate to show him that I was in charge now. With a final tug, the garment fell away, my breasts bouncing free. The cool air of the room kissed my s

I cringed, wishing I had spared a moment to select a proper underwear before leaving the house. But looking back at Cross’s face, he didn’t seem to mind. His gaze intensified, like stormy dark clouds. “That’s not enough, little one.” He said, his eyes never leaving my body for a moment. “Take off everything.” I hesitated only for a brief second before obeying with shaky hands. I stripped down before his unwavering gaze, left in nothing. My bare breasts and clean shaven pussy stared back at him. I suddenly felt self conscious. What the hell was I even doing? This wasn’t me. What the hell was I thinking stripping naked in front of a guy, begging to be fucked?

They walked towards another door, a red one this time. This was smaller than the other but activities were still as intense. Cassie watched in awe, her mouth open like a dog in a slaughter house. In the center, a raised platform served as the focal point. Spotlights bathed it in harsh white light, illuminating a scene that made Cassie's breath catch. A muscular man, his face obscured by a wolf mask with glowing amber eyes, stood over a bound submissive. She was strapped to a St. Andrew's cross, her limbs spread wide, chains rattling softly with each tremble. Her mask was a delicate butterfly design, iridescent wings framing her flushed cheeks. The dominant cracked a bullwhip in the air, the

I had plans of bringing Meadow here, bending her over and fucking her from behind. But maybe… maybe this wasn’t so bad. I’d have a new one made. And we would christen that one. This bastard already ruined it with his fucking shoes anyway. “You were only trying to—” “To what? Impress me?” I scoffed. “You’ve been trying a little too hard lately, Cross. Haven’t you?” He blinked twice, looking to the side as if there was someone there who could help him. Save him. “I t-thought… I thought it was cleared. The confirmation came through.”

Cross could feel the growing damp spot on his clothes and he wanted to explore the place that was currently leaking all over him. He walked her over to the couch and dropped her unceremoniously. She squeaked again as her body bounced on the cushions. "That dress doesn't cover anything. Take it off." He demanded while he stared down at her. She pulled the dress over her head, she also shook her braids free of the ponytail she had been wearing. She sat there naked before him, her large breasts sagged slightly and her pussy had a low patch of dark curly hair protecting it from his lecherous gaze. He wanted to take a closer look. He fell to his knees in front of her.

Kael Voss dragged Seraphine Vale by her gold chains into the crowded celebration hall the very next evening, the music already playing and guests whispering about the show to come. Her raven hair was messy and her toned body barely covered, the tiny skirt doing nothing to hide her. "Walk properly for everyone at this party, my little toy," Kael ordered, his commanding voice cutting through the noise. "Show them how a failed assassin looks when she's already owned." Seraphine stumbled slightly, cheeks burning with shame. "Kael, please... not in front of all these people at your celebration." Her breasts swayed as she moved, the chains chiming with every step. "I am already broken from last ni

She held his phone as if it were a goblet, thumb hovering above the screen. “She’s not even wearing anything special,” Sloane said, a curl of disbelief in her voice that tasted like acid. “It’s the smile. She never smiled like that here.” Damon’s gaze cut to her. “Careful.” “Careful?” Sloane’s lashes lifted. “Darling, I’m on your side.” She set the phone down on the coffee table, deliberately flipping the screen. “I’m simply saying: the Cross effect is doing what it does. Rebranding. Repurposing. Turning a woman who walked out of your house with nothing into a symbol the city wants to cherish.”

Even if it was a pleasurable occurrence for Cassandra of the past, they've come to realise how wrong it was in a third person's perspective. Falling in love with five people at the same time was tedious. All five falling in love with one girl was like a fairytale. To prevent from heartaches and heart breaks, this reverse harem was hence deemed Forbidden. The Forbidden Reverse Harem shall not continue.

With each piece of clothing they took from my body, it felt like a petal was ripped apart from its stem. Where each petal represented a piece of me, a piece of my soul. I felt vulnerable, I felt broken. Nothing was left in me because there was nothing to hold me together. By violating me like this I felt like there was nothing left to fight for. These men could do whatever they want. No amount of pushing, kicking, or yelling would keep them away from me.