Forced Fisting Novels & Stories

He pushed in without warning slow but relentlessly, until he was buried to the hilt in my ass. The stretch burned. I cried out and gripped the couch arm. He didn’t pause. He fúcked me hard and deep, hips snapping forward, balls slapping against my pússy with every thrust. His hand cracked across my ass again and again until both cheeks were throbbing and red. “Take it,” he growled. “This is what happens when you fúck inmates on my watch.” Tears leaked from my eyes but I pushed back against him anyway. The burn started to shift into something else, something fuller, hotter. My clít throbbed untouched. I reached down to touch myself but he slapped my hand away.

he started, but I cut him off with a hard slap from my hand, flat and stinging across his cock. “There should be no talking from you. Just take it.” I jerked him off roughly, my fist moving fast, veins visible as skin pulled tight beneath my fingers. I twisted the base, squeezed the head, and he bucked against the cuffs, thrashing as sweat poured down his face. His balls were next and I grabbed them fully, rolling them hard with my nails digging just enough to mark him.

She sobbed around the cock in her mouth, her tears and drool running down her chin, but her pussy betrayed her, clenching on nothing and dripping onto the floor. When his fist was buried to the wrist he started pumping, slow at first, then faster, twisting on every stroke while the man in her throat came with a grunt and painted her tongue. He pulled out and the next man took his place immediately, thicker, forcing her jaw wider. Victor pulled his fist free with a wet pop and her asshole gaped, red and stayed open, red and fluttering. He took a photo on his phone, zoomed in, and sent it to her husband. Look how pretty her asshole looks after one fist.

They both hurried over and were stunned to see that the door was fucking locked. They both looked at each other. And Sean said " he fucking locked us in"

Her tone was firm and conveyed her irritation. He pretended not to hear that. He actually increased his kisses there—on Helena's fingers. Even when she tried to pull her hands away, he still didn't let go. This was the only physical contact he could have in their situation. In fact, he could have done more like hugging her, for example. However, he did not dare take that risk and made her even angrier. His wife looked scary when she was furious.

Something deep within me had rebelled against the idea of forcing myself upon a woman who was unwilling. My anger and frustration overwhelmed me, and I let out a primal roar, my fists slamming against the wall with a force that shook the room. "Why?!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the space. "Why couldn't I do it?"

Mom was expecting me to come down at any moment. “Stop it, Fred. I don’t have time for this. I will scream, and they will come find us here. I know we don’t want them." Even after my threat, he didn't reply. He pulled my pants off, then shoved his fingers inside me. He took my hands as I fought to pull away from him. He pinned both of them behind me, then spread my thighs wider with my legs. His grip was so strong that I didn't resist; I just laid down and made him do away with me, but while I awaited his wrath, I felt something cold and hard. He rubbed it against my cunt in a circular pattern while teasing my clitoral area.

“What are you doing?! Let her go! She’s your sister!” Jasper showed no intention of letting me go. “And did she think of me as her brother when she forced Mary to get an abortion?! “Coddling her like this is going to get her killed one day!” He kept dragging me forward, leaving a trail of blood from my scalp. “Go on in, she’s in there. You’d better get on your knees and beg for her forgiveness.” I cautiously pushed the door open. Before I could even see her, a mug suddenly flew out and struck my head.

Juices squirted from me onto the desk. He laughed "Cumming from having your cunt cropped? What a broken little slut you are.” He shoved three fingers inside me roughly, then four, stretching me brutally while tugging the nipple clamps. The pain in my tits and the brutal finger-fucking pushed me over again. I came screaming. But he didn’t stop. He added his thumb, forcing his entire fist against my entrance: pressing and twisting. “Take it. Open this hole for your new owner.” The stretch was crazy. I cried, begged and struggled. Slowly and fucking agonizingly, his fist entered into me

Her legs are on my leg. Ah ah ah. My dick twisted. I can not take it anymore. I just want to take roya now. I want her. I want her. But she is in sleep. How can I do it to her! I love her. I can force for just because I am in pain. My mind "stop this nonsense. She is your wife. You have right on her. You waited for long. Now it it time. Woke her up and fuck her hard. She should moan your name. I want to hear her moans."