Forced Fem Novels & Stories

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.

“Push slowly but firmly, Craig. I’m going to resist, but you keep pushing.” For a high school senior, I don’t consider myself very strong, but I put my best effort into forcing my dick against my mother’s shitter. Something about forcing her, inspired me to try as hard as I could. The head mashed uncomfortably against her shield on maximum. The muscles working against me peeked out of her thigh’s soft layer of fat. For a couple seconds, I saw my mom’s thighs of steel. Suddenly, their sharp definition darted back into hiding. Mom’s asshole relaxed completely, and my cock sank into her rear as if sucked in! Her body jolted forward from the energy imparted to her butt.

Ferdinand’s desperate shouting continued from the other side, but Felix seemed almost amused by it. Then Remington moved. It was barely movement at first. Her fingers dragged against the concrete as she tried to push herself upright. Her entire body screamed at her to stop, but somewhere beneath the pain, adrenaline kept her moving. Felix reached for the door handle. Remington’s hand closed around the nearest thing she could find. A wooden chair. With a desperate cry, she hauled herself upright and swung it with everything she had left. The chair shattered across Felix’s back. He stumbled forward, crashing against the door before falling to the floor.

“Which means I have every right to see every part of you.” My back hit the wall. Cold plaster pressed against my shoulder blades, and I tightened my grip on the towel. Fear clawed its way up my throat, but I lifted my chin anyway, forcing myself to meet his gaze. I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. “Back off!” I shouted, swallowing hard as tears burned behind my eyes. “You don’t fucking own me.” In the next heartbeat, his hand shot out. His fingers closed firmly around my jaw, forcing my head back against the wall with controlled strength.

“I’m sorry that I’m choosing force over begging but I truly despise begging. You’re already laying against my shoulder so what I’m going to do is called a soft submission. I’m going to rub between your shoulders until you stop tensing from my touch.” I immediately start what I’m telling her is going to happen. I have found that this is the best way to reinforce what I need from both children and those who have been traumatized. “Next, I’m going to brush my thumb across your neck as I pass. The aim is to calm your defensive defiance down and elicit a calm submission. While picking you up and placing you in my lap was forced, this submission is not. I’m simply calming your inner beast.”

And so the host pile-drove her into the floor boards. Rammed the ginger into an erotica reader’s submissive fantasy... Her lower back was aching from the pain, yet she squealed for more. He latched onto her thighs, pushing the legs farther behind her neck. And when it was time to quit... the woman found herself unable to move. She had become stuck! The leg muscles seized up from the extreme angle (and possible orgasm). It would have to be, yes... “Removal!” he cheered!

I gave her a signal to stay silent. Don Simon sneered. “Look at you fools, pathetic Omegas. What were you planning to do? Make her attack me?” Before I could respond, the whip landed on my back again. “Let me remind you that you are both weak omegas, even if you both tried, you wouldn’t last a second against me.” His words were cruel but true. “Now get back to work!” he instructed, walking away with an amused smile on his face. Nina ran to where I was to help me back up.

Of the numerous antibiotics and the endless sessions of kinesiotherapy. Because they really believed that at any moment I could break myself. When I actually wanted to break the faces of all of them. I took a step towards Colton, hitting his chest with a strong punch. He just staggered, but took a hand to the center of the defined breastplate. My whole arm shuddered, but I didn't want to let it show on my face that I had felt the pain.

Merina looked at Conner and couldn’t believe he was using a sex toy as a fidget toy. He needed to understand and used intimidation to make her comply. He needed to know, using intimidation to make her comply.It did was make her wonder how he wanted to use it on her. Merina struggled not to cross her legs as she felt her body respond to her thoughts and memories of the things, he’d done to her since discovering who she was.

She forced herself to fight Red's gaze even though their position was too uncomfortable for her. "Are you going to lie to me again?!" Red frowned. Chelsea still couldn't figure out what Red was talking about, so she tried to push him to stand up, but she failed because all of Red's strength had been forced into her two hands, so it was impossible to escape. Since she couldn't move her two hands, she thought of using her foot to push him. She immediately tried it, but Red stopped her and grabbed her thigh. "Don't try anything funny, Chelsea," he said seriously and raised both of Chelsea's hands above her head, holding her with only his left hand. His right hand is still holding her thigh and