Novel & Cerita Forced Feminism Stories

Victor Kingston grabbed my hair and forced me to look at the camera. “Tell them what you are now, Governor’s slut wife.” I was broken. Completely. And I loved it. “I’m a disgusting, cock-addicted whore,” I moaned, my voice hoarse from all the throat-fucking. “I don’t care about my husband’s campaign anymore. I just want to be gangbanged and used like a cheap cumdump. My stretch-marked body was made for this.” The brothers laughed. Michael stepped forward and shoved his cock back into my cum-filled pussy in one brutal thrust.

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

Anna scorned and took a drink of her water. “I was once in an abusive relationship. Well, my ex girlfriend then was very domineering, making me more or less of a sub. She couldn't fuck me because of my tiny di—prick. So she got off by torturing me. She'd lay me across her laps and spank me hard, she'd tape my prick and balls too sometimes, with a duct tape, making it numb, she inserted anal balls into my asshole and almost tried to put a needle through my pee hole. That was the breaking point for me. That was how it ended. When I decided I couldn't take anymore. But, thinking about the whole experience after our breakup, I realized I endured it longer than I should have because it secretly t

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

My sweat was falling to his chest, and he sucked my breast and played with it with his hot, wet tongue. His powerful arms grasp my hand hard to prevent me from fleeing, but I am so weary; how can I escape from him? Ultimately, he will tell everyone that he is my husband. When I told everyone that I was fucked against my consent, no one would believe my story because Sebastian was hot and handsome, as with his desirable smoking appearance, no one could resist him but me! I give up after every thrust he makes and allow him to do whatever he wants until I collapse on his arms and fall asleep.

Forced Marriage Mommy Needs To Work Hard Chapter 82 Mafia's wife is a little irritating Eric replied to Jasmine, "But for me, she is my past and you are my tomorrow. I was forcibly married to you but now I want to request you to give me a chance in our relationship." Hearing Eric's words, Jasmine suddenly remembered how Eric had frightened her and forced her to marry him. Eric had threatened Jasmine that if she did not marry him, then he would tell Ryle's truth to his dad and would send Ryle for training where no one could go to him except those who trained him.

I did as he commanded, and he tied my hands. “Move closer to the edge,” Sedar said. I burst into tears and started pleading; I couldn’t hold it in any longer. He grabbed me and pulled me to the edge, shifted my pants with one, and thrust into me, making me lose balance and almost fall. I realised I would die if he let go. “This is all Layla’s fault,” I thought within me. Sedar kept thrusting harder till I felt lifeless. I was scared of dying; the more he forced me, the more I felt like I was going to fall.

"Pity a poor woman like me. I have no children at my age, and now I've lost my husband to a mistress. I just wanted a chance at IVF, but that mistress had the nerve to tell me I deserved to be childless. "I tried to let it go, but I can't stand her arrogance! If every mistress acts this boldly, are the rest of us just supposed to suffer in silence? That's why I'm standing up to fight back! She lives right in this neighborhood, but the management won't let me in. I can't even get justice." I skimmed through her recent videos. In all of them, Sabrina twisted the facts and played the victim, exploiting people's hatred of mistresses to gain sympathy.

It wasn’t that I cared all about the sex, you know what, scratch that, I cared all about the good sex I wasn't having. “Are you serious?” Helen asked in disbelief. "But you said he always ate you out.” “He does, but that doesn’t mean he’s good at it.” I rubbed a hand over my face. “I have to fake an orgasm just to get him to stop because it’s so bad.” Lauren and Helen looked at me with pity. This is why I hated over sharing, I prayed the ground to open up and swallow me. “Have you told him about it? Have you guys had a talk about his deficiency?" Helen asked. I couldn't tell if she was mocking or pitying me at this point.

Her chest was bouncing as well which Raphael sucked. Shaine felt it herself the building up orgasm in her stomach so she fastened her pace. Raphael was grunting as well as he felt Shaine’s wall tightening, gripping his manhood on a force. “Shit! Fuck! That’s it, baby! You’re so tight!! Damn!! You’ve been fucked and gangbanged already but you’re still so tight!” “Who’s better? Is it me or your fianceè?” Shaine asked while bouncing. Raphael cursed. “It’s you, shit! You’re the best fucker! Your cunt is perfect than her!!”