Forced Fem Stories Novels & Stories

They held her hips and moved into her with steady force and the sound of skin meeting skin mixed with her rising cries. While Aoife’s body shook under their hard thrusts I chose the last one for the night. Conor is tall and muscular and I bound his hands above his head so that he could only stand there and feel. I climbed over him and sank down onto his cock so that he filled me completely. The stretch made me breathe out hard and I rode him hard and fast and felt his hands pull against the restraints while he watched the rest of the room. Aoife was still being taken from behind by Liam and Seán and I kept moving on Conor and let the two scenes feed each other.

I couldn’t stop shaking, my fingers hovered over the page, frozen in place even though my journal was still open on the bed, Lane’s voice from our last session echoed in my head, telling me to push through the urges, but it was impossible to hear him without remembering the warmth of his hand on my back… the weight of his gaze. The challenge had been simple, thirty days without sex, I’d barely made it past four.

I snatched his phone as he was calling someone. " Listen to me carefully, she is my wife and I am her husband. Dad called me to Surat and got me married to her forcefully as... Well, please don't laugh at this... I was betrothed to her. When we were kids our parents promised each other that we would be married to each other when we are settled." He was dumbfounded.

A story I couldn’t silence, no matter how hard I tried. Vincent Lucas Ford Jnr was becoming the storm I couldn’t outrun. And the more I tried to stay away… the closer he seemed to come.

He didn’t slow down. “I'm gonna destroy your pussy,” he growled against my neck. “Gonna fill this womb with my cum and mark you so deep no one else will ever dare touch you.” His began to swell at the base of his cock, stretching me wider as he forced it inside. The pressure was overwhelming—pleasure bordering on pain. When it finally popped fully inside me, locking us together, I screamed in ecstasy. Damien roared, burying his face in my neck as he came hard and filling me so full I could feel my belly swell slightly. His teeth sank into my neck—marking me and claiming me as his Omega.

He scowled, eyes growing a shade darker as he released me from his grip. “No way…he compelled her?” I heard the girls whisper and that’s when I realized what he had just done. Vampires are famous for their power of compulsion, one of the many powers they possessed and it was then when it hit me that at the very least, I wouldn’t even be able to get away with a simple lie. “She’s not sincere with her feelings like we are.” I heard Ferra hiss and I bit my bottom lip at her obvious statement.

Henry got back from his business trip, and as decided, Amy didn’t tell him about the rape incident. She tried not to think about that night, to help her erase the memory forever, but it wasn’t that easy, as simple words or sentences would take her back to that ugly night.

He held my both hands upwards on the car door and went all in again, slamming the doors in between my thighs, this time felt better, he continued thrusting gently and kissing the sensitive skin underneath my ear, while I moaned softly. “You're so tight Michelle” he whispered in my ear as he pounded harder. He groaned and slammed for the last time and my legs gave out as they shook violently. He kissed my forehead again, as he fell on me breathing hard. A few minutes later, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close as if protecting something fragile. The windows steamed up, and for a while, it was just us—lost in a moment we shouldn’t have shared. *** The early morning breeze at 5 AM stirr

I sucked her clit hard, curled my fingers, felt her shatter—hips bucking, claws digging into my shoulders, a howl tearing from her throat. I rose. Shoved my jeans down. No condom. Didn’t need one anymore. The bond protected us. I thrust in, deep, claiming. She arched, screaming my name. We moved together—hard, fast, desperate. Her legs wrapped around me. Nails scored my back. Fangs grazed my shoulder. I felt her shift start—bones shifting, fur rippling beneath her skin. She fought it—clinging to me, moaning my name like a prayer.

Her voice broke, just once, before she forced herself to continue. “He grabbed me by the waist, hard. I tried to push him. I told him no. But he didn’t care. He tried to kiss me… and when I opened my mouth to scream, he covered it with his hand. Just like the others did. And suddenly I wasn’t 15 anymore, I was 11 again, helpless, terrified and cornered”. Aurora felt tears burn her own eyes, but she stayed silent, letting Ivy speak. “I kept fighting. I pushed. I scratched. Nothing worked. He was stronger. And when he leaned down toward my neck…” Ivy's voice trembled.