Forced Crossdressing Stories Novels & Stories

The air still smelled faintly of old books and the cedar sachets their mother used to tuck into drawers. Nathan closed the door. Cole turned the lock. Isabel stood between the two beds and let the cardigan fall. This time they undressed each other first. She watched as identical bodies were revealed—same broad shoulders, same lean muscle, same dark trail of hair leading down. When they were both naked the resemblance became almost unbearable. Only the scar and the ring remained as proof that the universe had not simply doubled one man.

Unbeknownst to them, I was a man, hiding under the pretense of a lady, a crossdresser and proud of it. I pull off my blonde wig and let the fake lashes fall off my eyelids. As the fake strands fall away, I'm left with my natural auburn hair, wild from the hours of dancing. I let my hand slid into my hair, feeling its crispy nature on my smooth palm. I place the blonde wig back to its place on my head, admiring my looks as I stared into the mirror. There was something exhilarating about last night. Some of the men looked like they could tear me apart, and then, there was him. I close my eyes, the memory of him hitting me like a whirlwind.

At this moment, Alex walked out after dispelling the spell formation. After asking around, everyone did not have any men’s clothes. The corpses on the ground had them, but all of them were smeared with blood. Alex did not want to wear those clothes either. In the end, Juliette took out a long dress. “Do you want this? I only have this.” ‘Cross-dressing?’ Alex forced a smile and accepted it. ‘A cross-dress is more powerful than a king’s new outfit!’ After wearing the long dress, he really looked a little coy.

The moment the door clicked shut behind us, she shoved me against a stack of boxes and ripped my dress completely off, leaving me in just my heels. “On your back. Legs spread wide,” she commanded. I obeyed instantly, lying back on a wide padded bench, spreading my thighs like a total slut. My shaved, soaked pussy was on full display, swollen and dripping. Lena took off her jeans completely, revealing the thick strap-on harness. Then she pulled something from her pocket — a long silk scarf. “Hands above your head,” she said. I raised my arms and she tied my wrists tightly together, then secured them to a metal bar above the bench. I was completely helpless now, tied up and naked for my best f

Andrew's crosses, spanking benches, suspension rigs, bondage furniture I didn't even have names for. And people. Dozens of people in various states of dress and undress, some watching scenes in progress, others negotiating their own. On one platform, a woman was tied to a cross while her dom worked her over with a flogger, her skin turning pink under the leather falls. On another, a man was bent over a spanking bench, his dom's hand coming down hard on his ass while he counted each strike. My cock was achingly hard, pressing against the tight jeans Dante had made me wear.

My legs were so sore, and it hurt like hell. I didn't have any regrets earlier, but now, regret was slowly eating me up. I hadn’t just cheated on my boyfriend—I’d also betrayed my best friend! Not to mention he was… my stepbrother… The line was blurred—in fact, more than blurred, the line was trashed! No. I had to get out of here. I stood to my feet, and tried to drag my legs to where my dress lay. And once I was there, I picked it up. I froze in place as something fell from my dress, making a clattering sound.

He said his girl friend hadn't worn her set yet and it was nice to see it on someone and asked me to take off my t shirt which I did. I was trembling nervously. I have cross-dressed for years and no one has ever seen me dressed. He asked if he could touch the satin and I anxiously said yes and my cock began to swell. he placed one hand on my back and slid it up and down and in circles and said "I love the feel and look of satin, it drives me wild." He hand slid down to my butt cheeks and I shivered. Then he reached over with his other hand and slid it across my stomach and up my chest and used to fingers to tease my nipples. I almost melted. By now, my cock was pushing the tap panties straig

Her pussy clenched around her brother’s cock, and soon she came hard, her body shaking with an intense, forbidden orgasm. The night continued with more forced acts. Victor made Daniel switch partners — fucking Sophia while Victor took Elena. Then he had the women pleasure each other while the men watched and fucked them in turns. Later, Victor forced Sophia to eat Elena’s pussy while he fucked Daniel from behind. Daniel groaned in humiliation and unwanted pleasure as the robber took his ass, the first time he had ever been penetrated. The long, depraved night was only beginning, with many more hours of forced taboo acts ahead.

“How did the plug feel yesterday, little one? Did you think of me every time it shifted inside you?” “Yes, Master,” I whispered, cheeks burning. “I could barely concentrate at work. Every movement reminded me that I belong to you now.” A small smile touched his lips. He fastened a leather cuff around each of my wrists and ankles. The cool material against my heated skin sent fresh shivers through me. Then he led me to the large St. Andrew’s cross mounted against the far wall. My heart raced faster with every step. “Face the cross,” he ordered. I pressed my front against the smooth wood. He secured my wrists high above my head, stretching my arms wide. Next came my ankles, spreading my legs a

He face-fucked me brutally while continuing to pump the crucifix in and out of my cunt. After making me gag and drool, he pulled the crucifix out, now shiny with my juices, and pressed it against my asshole. “No, Father— not there with the cross!” I begged. “Yes. There.” He forced the thick metal into my tight shithole, stretching me open with the holy object while he slammed his real cock back into my pussy. Double penetration on the main altar — his massive cock in my cunt and the crucifix buried in my ass. I screamed in ecstasy and horror as he fucked me mercilessly, the crucifix shifting obscenely with every thrust.