Forced Crossdressing Stories 소설 & 이야기

At 30, Alex had been single for a couple of years after asking her last girlfriend to leave over money problems. She’d always thought I was attractive, but my respectful and submissive way of speaking caught her interest in a whole new way. She told me if I was serious, she wanted me to undress and be down on my knees in 30 seconds. I scrambled to meet the deadline. Thirty seconds wasn’t much time to take off my G-string, skimpy top, and bra I wore for support while dancing in the go-go cages. My heart raced and I felt wetter as I stripped everything off and dropped to my knees.

It would give her time to prepare her story. As Cressida walked, she decided it would be best to look like a victim. She tore her clothes and rubbed dirt on herself. She even used a sharp rock to make a few cuts and scratches so it looked like she'd been attacked. By the time she reached the edge of the pack lands, she was barely recognizable. As the sun began to rise, Cressida ran through the forest screaming, looking behind her. She heard the wolves around her, but they thought she was human, so they stayed away. A large man walked toward her, and she stopped cowering on the ground as though she was scared.

My chest heaved up and down as I drew short breaths. He pulled out at once and threw my legs off his shoulders, as he carried me off the bed and placed me on the floor. “Open up and let me fuck your mouth. The same mouth you use to praise someone else when it's me between your legs”, he genuinely looked angry now. I started wondering to myself and hoping I hadn't just awakened a demon. Carti grabbed me roughly by my hair and shoved his cock down my throat. My eyes burned from the sensation, and fresh tears wet the corner.

The thought made her pulse quicken, like she was holding a secret that wasn’t meant to be found. She hesitated only a moment before sitting cross-legged on the floor and flipping the cover open. Inside, in messy handwriting, was a title scrawled across the first page: “Collected Stories — From Women, For Women.” Chloe blinked. The handwriting was feminine, rushed, and almost secretive. She turned the page and read the introduction, scrawled in looping letters:

My coworker found out my girlfriend was a wealthy heiress, and he saw his chance to worm his way into her bed. Two months later, he strutted up to me with his nose in the air. "Your girlfriend's pregnant with my child. Do yourself a favor and back off before this gets ugly." Whose child? I froze. The problem was, the wealthy heiress "girlfriend" he kept talking about was actually a man. So whose baby was it?

Chapter 4: Bonds Unbroken The Venetian night wrapped the city in a cloak of shimmering lights and gentle canal whispers as I stood alone for a moment on the expansive terrace of the Rossi penthouse. The cool breeze carried the salty tang of the sea and the faint melody of a distant violin, but it did little to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside me. My body still sang from the relentless passion of the past days, every subtle ache and fading mark on my skin a testament to how deeply the three Rossi brothers had woven themselves into my life. The red gala gown from earlier lay crumpled inside like a shed skin of my old identity. Now, clad only in a sheer black silk robe that clung to m

I was panting, my chest heaving. “You’re a spoiled, drunk little bitch who almost killed a woman tonight,” he said, his voice calm. Deadly calm. “You think your daddy’s name is a magic spell. It’s not. Not with me.” “What are you doing?” My voice was a whisper now. He didn’t answer with words. He hooked his fingers into the neckline of my dress and pulled. The fabric tore right down the middle with a loud rip, exposing my lace bra. I gasped. The cool air hit my skin, and my nipples tightened instantly, straining against the lace. No. This isn’t happening. But a traitorous heat was pooling between my legs, a thick, unfamiliar ache.

"Queenie, don't be upset. It's just a ring. When I get back, I'll buy you another one." The pigeon-blood ruby on my finger was the token of love between my parents. There wasn't another one like it anywhere in the world. As I silently reconsidered the reliability of this arranged marriage, Queenie had already doubled over laughing. She looked me up and down with blatant contempt. "You? Look at you—wearing cheap clothes without even a brand label! And you dare claim to be Lucas's fiancée? That's the funniest joke I've heard all day!" I had studied design overseas for years. The clothes I wore were all designed and tailored by myself, so of course, there were no brand labels.

Next to it was a photograph dedicated entirely to aftercare: a submissive curled into a fetal position beneath a heavy wool blanket, a single, strong hand resting gently on the crown of their head, the fingers tangled in sweat-dampened hair. Adrian Cross had tried to tell the world that what we did was brutal and ugly. He had tried to frame us as predators and victims. But looking at these walls, looking at the agonizingly beautiful, undeniable proof of absolute trust, the tabloid’s narrative was entirely, laughably obliterated. This was not abuse. This was classical, magnificent art. "Cassie. Victor." I turned. Lena was walking toward us, parting the crowd with a newly discovered, undeniabl

Their karmic desires of satiating themselves were effervescent and their lusty love was the escape only. Just like this hidden affair kept hidden from my boss and we fucked every day behind his back. ******** Author Comment: Dear Readers, Don't worry I'll continue and complete the "Seduced by Lust" series. I'm just stuck with the future storyline as we call it, "Writer Block". So till then enjoy my draft short stories.