Forced Femboy Novels & Stories

“Don’t go easy on me.” “As you wish.” He holds his arms over his neck, fists level with his nose. Hunches over slightly. Like he’s mentored a million other defenceless young women. “Always have your hands up, protect your face.” I nod. I’m a little frightened. He strikes me across the cheek. Lightly. Any other occasion and I’d be aroused. “Hands up!” Now, he’s barking. And I feel like I’m in the army. I copy him. I’m sure my stance is pathetic. No matter. “If another man is on the offense, they already have the advantage. You’re small and you’re weak. Look for their weak spots.”

He run his finger in the hair and took a deep breath and said :" Anaya , this was all rubbish .I mean It doesn't mean anything .That time I was angry with dad for forcing me in this marriage and I just want to cancel this marriage .Please forgive me " Anaya wipe her tears and said :" you know it was not only you , who was forced still the thought to live you come in my mind .I wanted to work in this marriage .Not like you , am I toy whom you see and check if you like or not , if okay then stay with me and not then you will threw me out of your life ".

She pumped her butt up and down in rhythm with me, making us both bounce up and down. The phone went flying off the mattress. I felt like a cowboy fucking the wild mare he was breaking. She brought those long legs together under me to squeeze me tighter, squirming, and now I knew what it was like to buttfuck a mermaid. "Do it up my ass! Give it to me!" She bent herself back as if she were practicing to be a contortionist, so far her arms were fully extended pushing against the bed and her eyes stared at the ceiling, almost like a

Chapter 5 The fight is against Shade Marcus the Narrsissist Vampire King. Sam stands tall, his chiseled physique a testament to his unwavering dedication to fitness. His bulging biceps and broad shoulders exude raw power, honed from years of military battles. His shoulder-length black hair often falls messily onto his broad shoulders, and his piercing grey/blue eyes seem to bore into those he meets. His tattoos, a striking blend of Mayan tribal and Anunnaki designs, whisper tales of his rebellious past and his defiance against the darkness. As an elder vampire and a skilled fighter, Sam's tech expertise and ancient knowledge make him a formidable force in the world. His raw, masculine appeal

But this other guy, the one with the hoarse sexy voice, he is so fierce and bold around me. He screws me like never before, making me cum over and over again. He is gentle, yet bold and caring. He treats me like a precious possession, like a rare gem that he just acquired. I don’t know if Ken is just being gentle because I have not fully recovered from the fall and the amnesia my father forced me to have. But I need him to go back to being the guy I remember, I loved him better when he was fierce with me.

he asked coldly, still thrusting his fingers into her overstimulated center. At first she was silent trying to act stubborn but it wasn't helping, she felt like his fingers would reach her womb if she didn't stop him. “No...please...stop...it’s too much...” she begged. But Kade wasn’t done. He kept going for five more minutes, torturously, slowly, then brutally fast, then slow again, forcing her body to take everything while she cried out and struggled, her wrists burning from trying to pull free. Only when she was practically shaking uncontrollably did he finally withdraw his fingers, his fingers were now dripping and he was proud of the mess he’d made.

Victor and Marcus took turns whipping her sides lightly, adding to the symphony of hurt. Hours blurred. They rotated positions relentlessly—triple penetration at one point, with Kane in her mouth, Theo in her ass, Victor in her pussy. Jax and Marcus tormented her with clamps on her labia, vibrating toys pressed to the sensitive spots until she came again, screaming around Kane. The orgasms were torturous now, forced from her exhausted body, each one leaving her weaker.

“How could I forget? I was so excited to see Kimbra, but now...” His head slowly moves from side to side. “No. Now, it’s time to party. I love what you’re wearing, but do you think maybe it might get a little chilly?” “It’s okay,” I say with a renewed smile. “I have on nipple tape. No one will know.” Letting go of my shoulders, Stephen lifts a hand in the air. “Boss lady, sometimes it’s just TMI!” “If I can’t talk to my gay best friend about nipple tape, who can I talk to about it?”

I stood up, but I staggered backward; luckily, Gian grabbed my hand, stopping my fall. "I want to do something to you, baby. " "Baby!! He chuckled. "Now I'm positive that you are drunk. What is it, baby? " He asked as he watched me, chuckling. "I saw a girl on television do this to her boyfriend. Play music, baby." " Faster. " I urged him when he just looked at me. He took out his phone, and sensual music played. I giggled when he cussed when I started moving my body, then moved in front of him, standing between his legs.

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.