Forced Crossdressing Story Novels & Stories

Story 4 Title: Artist’s Muse Blurb: Lena, an art student, agrees to model for enigmatic painter DamienCross, known for his sensual, provocative work. As she disrobes, Damien instructs her in how to pose, breathe, and expose hervulnerabilities, not just her body. Each session becomes more intense,as their connection deepens into obsession. The canvas isn’t the only place Damien explores her, soon, their bodies and emotions become intertwined in a passionate, reckless affair.

The click of the lock closing sent a shiver through me. Then he kissed me again — slow, claiming, tongue stroking mine deeply while his hands roamed my body, sliding the sheer robe off my shoulders until I stood completely naked before the small audience. The applause was soft, respectful. Jax turned me toward the St. Andrew’s cross that had been prepared on the platform. “Arms and legs, baby,” he murmured. I spread myself willingly. He secured my wrists and ankles with soft leather cuffs, stretching me open in an X shape, completely exposed to him and the small group watching.

I gasped pressing the torn dress to my chest to cover up my skin. I backed away from the two wolves, my hands covering my chest. "Where are you going, Pretty?" Mattia snickered. "Yeah. Where are you going to?" This voice came from just behind me. Before I could run or turn though, he had me. One of his hands holding me firmly and the other on a gun. "What's going on here?" The two men bowed to him but it was Mattia who spoke up. "Sorry Cross. We just wanted to have a quickie with her. Look at that body, she's practically begging for it."

Alexander waited for Cassandra to take off her bra and panties because the party dress the girl was wearing had been removed. Cassandra sighed. Should he use the same trick as Alexander. Throws her bra in Alexander's face and attacks him· But the bra doesn't matter

I took a bath and lay on my bed, for the first time since last week Wednesday, I had a good sleep. Over the next couple of days, it was preparations for the engagement party, and then the engagement itself, this time only a few people were invited, and the wedding was set to be a month after the engagement, it would have been earlier but Cross had a few things to take care of in New York, so after the engagement, he went back to New York, I had to get myself a new identity card and international passport because I couldn't find the ones I have given to Louis even after turning his whole house upside down, my family still didn't know what actually happened because I didn't tell them, I kept t

Curtis was about to leave the room when Wendy, lying on the ground, suddenly reached out and exclaimed, "Mr. Crosby, I'll tell you everything. You've never touched me. It was my own greed that led me to fabricate the false narrative of you raping me. I orchestrated it all to extort money from you. "You were incredibly intoxicated that night, completely out of sorts. Despite clutching onto me and repeatedly calling out Ms. Stone's name, you still remembered that she was pregnant and the fact that you shouldn't have sex with her. "I even wore the aphrodisiac perfume, but you didn't make any moves toward me. Left with no choice, I undressed myself and lay down on the bed beside you. "You might

Like he’s used to grabbing the world and making it what he wants. I run my thumb over the tender spot high on my left breast. The ridges of the final mark are still developing, but I can try to read them with my fingers. No. I overheard Finn and Xandra talking about a compromise between traditions—there aren’t tents, like there would be in Dun’s Crossing or many other kingdoms, but there are clothes on the path back to the palace. I wriggle out from under my mate’s arm, trying not to wake him without opening my eyes. I’ll grab us clothes so we don’t have to immediately run away if he’s the embarrassed type.

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

Only a tiny, thin white scar on my lip was visible which was a permanent reminder of the silence I had endured. I applied the dark red lipstick. It looked like blood. I wasn't that woman anymore. That woman died on the beige carpet. Tonight was the "Full Moon" run. The clubhouse was packed. Music shook the floorboards. I wore the dress I had ordered online with Justin’s credit card. It wasn't a sundress I used to wear. It was black silk, backless, held together by thin straps. The door banged open. Justin stepped in. He was dressed in a fresh white tee and his cut.

“Depends on the risk. Word is, you tried to frame the new Cross princess. That true?” Her expression didn’t flinch, but her pulse jumped. “Don’t believe everything you read.” “Funny. I could’ve sworn you taught me to.” She sighed. “I didn’t come here to trade barbs. You want money, I have it. But I need something done cleanly.” “Define cleanly,” he said, closing his laptop. “I need a narrative shift. Something that makes it look like the Cross family orchestrated their own scandal to gain sympathy. That those doctored photos were a setup—something Cameron Cross’s team faked to manipulate the media.”