Forced Fisting Novels & Stories

As I felt the fire build inside me, I struggled to catch my breath and without warning, Rufus pushed four fingers inside of me as he squeezed my nipple firmly between his fingers. "No... one fucking told me Rufus..... I usually have these flashes about you.... with the write up... THE WHITE WOLF WITH THE BLOOD OF THE KING.." I yelped at the sudden intrusion inside of me. "You sure about this?" Rufus sullied as he curled his fingers inside of me and pumped his fingers in and out of me. "Yes!" I replied but it was more like a whisper. Almost immediately, he quickly took his fingers away from my wet area and turned me over, making me bend with my backside towards him, lifting my skirt up and ov

If I wanted to get out of here I had to do it alone. I pushed the man in front of me the hardest I could manage and kicked the one who held me. There was one in front of me and the other one behind me. The first tried to punch but I ducked the punch and got the opportunity to hurt him by punching his abdomen. I had to deal with the other one who had his hands wrapped around me blocking me from moving. Suddenly a man appeared at the entrance of the alley. I tried to scream but my mouth was being kept shut by the man's hand. I bit his fingers and using my hands I bend down and flipped him in front of me using my back. He was thrown on the other guy and they were both groaning. I put my heel on

I replied sharply, trying to shift away from the dildo he was trying to thrust into my ass. "Then I'll simply drag you out before you die. And cut me some slacks. I've been working tirelessly for weeks and I missed you extremely," "What kind of excuse is that?" He shrugged. "We're doing this either way," he easily overpowered me. He grabbed my wrists with one hand and held it over my head. That's when I remembered I also bought cuffs. Of course, he used it. With my hands imprisoned, he grabbed my thigh with his other hand, pulling me towards his body. He sunk the dildo into my ass, then thrust into me.

“Aaaahhh! Sir… I’m cumming… don’t stop… wreck me more!” “You’re my fisting little slut now,” Jodan growled, continuing to pound her with his fist mercilessly. “This asshole will never be the same. Every time you sit down, you’ll remember my fist opening you up.” He twisted his fist in circular motions inside her, massaging the inner walls, then pulled back almost to the exit — leaving her asshole stretched obscenely around his thick wrist — and slammed it back in up to his forearm. Her hole made filthy sounds, lubricant and fluids running down her purple ass and onto the pillows.

I pull out and grab the fisting gloves—black latex, lubed thick. “Gentlemen, watch this forbidden shit. These sluts take fists like pros.” Lila first. I work four fingers into her dripping cunt—twisting, stretching. She moans, spreading wider. Then my thumb. Knuckles deep. I push—slow, relentless—until my whole fist pops inside. She screams in ecstasy, body convulsing. “Fist-fuck me, Sir! Ruin my breeding hole for the audience!” I pump my arm—deep, churning her insides, elbow nearly vanishing.

The eyes of Keesha are about to turn white when the long fingers of him are drilling inside—the blood goes out. She cries as the pain is all over her body—devouring her whole. "Relax… don't be scared… I will not go hard to you." He said to her, and the heartbeat inside her chest races in emotions. Jostein positioned himself in front of her… slowly pushing it into hers… "FUCK! AHHH! IT FUCKING HURTS!" she groans in pain, but Jostein is continuously spreading her legs and pushing his other head to her tight passageway.

I grip the table tight as strangled moans slip from my lips. Without warning, Mason thrusts deep into me with such brute force, I’m almost toppled across the table. I try to shift into a better position so I can easily accommodate his thick size, but his hands wrap around my neck and he pins me to the surface of the table while he resumes fucking me like a wild animal. Maybe I’m possessed…maybe I’m crazy, because I lift my arse in a perfect position for him as he pistons into me with the force of a sledgehammer.

He positioned her on the edge of the table, sitting her up while he stood between her legs. He drove into her with a slow, agonising thrust, his fingers digging into her skin to hold her still. He watched my reaction more than the woman he was using, his thumb stroking the woman’s clit to make her scream. He leaned down, whispering something to the woman but looking at me, before he delivered a final, shaking thrust that left him spent and trembling inside her. Felix didn't let the silence last. He laughed, a dark, manic sound, as he pulled the woman toward him. He forced her into a deep, messy swallow, his fingers tangling in her hair as he thrust his cock to the back of her throat.

His strong hand comes crashing down on my free hand and pushes down. All of a sudden, I’m full. I cry out and still. Shane grips my hips and shoves the rest of the way into me. My body is wracked with pain, and despite my best efforts, I can’t get free. I know there’s no hope, I’m handcuffed to the table. “Fuck, that feels tight,” he groans. My legs shake and I close my eyes. He doesn’t give me a second to breathe before he pulls out of me and pushes into me. My body shoves forward on the table and he pulls out of me shoving me into the table again and again.

,said one of my man in fear . " You have to do this .I already told you it's a part of the plan .If all of you don't follow my orders than I make sure you will be beaten by my own hands till death ", I threatened them . There faces dropped there colours because of my dangerous threat .They followed my command and started to beat of us . Vikram was still unconscious. He was getting beaten in his dizzy state . Several punches landed on my face .So did on Vikram .Our faces were completely bruised.