Forced Fem Novels & Stories

Strange in a weirdly not quite feeling, but at least it didn't hurt. "Fuck," Zale groaned, watching whatever was going on behind me. "More," he ordered. Bo didn't waste time. Something far bigger than the last two pushed against me. I pushed back this time, trying to wriggle my hips away. There was no way in hell whatever that was would fit. But Bo would not be stopped. He reached forward, twisting my nipple with his free hand and plunged not one, but three of the odd hard balls into me, each bigger than the last.

“If another man is on the offense, they already have the advantage. You’re small and you’re weak. Look for their weak spots.” “Like what?” “Groin. Kick with your shin. Better chance of hitting something.” I don’t realise my hands have dropped until he’s slapped me again. This time, harder. I think I’m starting to feel a bit aroused. “Hands up, Sasha.” I put them up. I don’t think I’m going to be any good with all this. I ought to just buy a gun. “Try it, I won’t let you hit anything important.” Not that I’d want to. I don’t want him out of action any time soon. Although, it would stop him sleeping with Chloe. I have to crouch a little to reach. But I kick a shin out. Aim between his legs. Hi

Every moment I’d felt trapped, every tear I’d cried, every fear that had hollowed me out—it had all been orchestrated. Ray leaned closer. “This is why you have to stay strong. Don’t let him see you falter. Not now.” I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. I wanted to cry, scream, throw something, anything—but I stayed silent. My body was tight, my hands shaking, but inside, a small flame of defiance began to grow. I wasn’t going to let him break me anymore.

The next evening, Liam could barely walk. His asshole still throbbed from the brutal double penetration the night before. Every step sent a wet squelch of leftover cum leaking into the tight black briefs Victor had forced him to wear all day. The fabric was soaked. His hole felt loose, swollen, and constantly empty — a humiliating reminder of his new place in the family.

I can feel my body reacting to the way he is treating me. I swallowed and gasped as his manhood entered my entrance, then tightly closed my eyes and cried out for help. "It is very painful... take it off!" I protested, but he continued to thrust me every second. Eventually, I felt a tingling sensation inside, and my body shook as I sensed that my fluids were leaking every time he continued to pull and push back and forth. Then I simply closed my eyes, feeling so fatigued and frail. I can no longer tolerate this, as he has always imposed himself on me. However, he is so proud of himself for doing this.

I hear bones crack, see flesh split under the relentless barrage. My hand flies to my mouth, stifling a gasp as the assault continues long after the man has stopped moving. Efrem’s face is contorted in a rictus of rage, tears streaming down his cheeks as he screams wordlessly, fists rising and falling in a terrible rhythm. It takes four suited men to pull Efrem away, and even then, he fights with unnatural strength. He thrashes wildly, managing to break free long enough to slam one of the men into a wall with bone-crushing force.

Amateurs. She sidestepped his clumsy lunge with fluid grace, her movements swift and precise. Before he could recover, she reached out and grabbed his arm, her grip impossibly strong. With a calculated twist, she applied pressure to his armpit—an arc point known for its excruciating pain if targeted correctly.

He must be a master who is afraid of getting into trouble. The fitness coach decided to use his domineering force to shake back the couple in front of him, straightened up his strong body, and approached Kim "What? Do you want to make trouble? Do you want me to lose money after beating my son? Pfft! Why don't look in the mirror to see if you are worthy?" The man also wants to continue to intimidate, suddenly knee bend, came a burst of pain, like being kicked by the tip of the shoe. He got numb on one leg and knelt down on the spot.

The momentum of the attack turned against him, his body propelled with a merciless force. With a bone-jarring impact, Fester collided against a tree, the force of the impact sending shockwaves of agony through his frame. The air was torn from his lungs as his back slammed against the unyielding bark, a symphony of pain erupting throughout his body. His voice, now a strained and anguished cry, reverberated through the clearing, a testament to the brutality of the collision.

He whined when I smacked him with a folder. "Pervert." I hissed, but he only laughed at my annoyed face and poked my nose, and he burst into laughter when I quickly pounded at him, pulling his hair. "Ouch!! Enough that's hurt." He whined, but we quickly went stiff like a block of wood when someone pushed the door open. I pulled Jayson's hair while his hands held my wrist to stop me. Our heads snapped at the door, and Felix stood there wide eye. "Closed the door." Jayson quickly said that snapped Felix from his shock. He quickly slammed the door close, almost ran towards us, and stood in front of us with questioning eyes.