Forced Fisting Novels & Stories

He's good at flirting with women! "Yes, please." I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me back. I opened my legs wide and could feel his stiffening, big and hot. "Ah!" "Shush, calm down, sweetie." It hurt. It hurt so much when he tried to enter me it felt so big and hot. My body felt like it was on fire. Like it was being forced in by something out of proportion. "No, no..." I tried to push his body away as I felt him getting inside me. It was stinging and painful. I don't like this. But he kept pushing himself in until I gasped. Without realizing it, I was already crying with my hands clutching his back.

Then his fingers abruptly stopped and my eyes snapped open. "Do you really want to talk about another man when I could leave you here, unsatisfied?" Dice asked and I shook my head frantically. "No.. no, please let me cum... You promised..." I begged him, pulling his wrist back to my opening. He spanked my pussy thrice and slammed the two fingers back inside me with a brute force that caused my orgasm to hit me in endless waves. I kept falling and falling from my high, until black dots surrounded my vision. His fingers still pumped relentlessly inside me and I tried to push his wrist away this time but he didn't budge.

“Second hold.” He freed one arm just long enough to reach down and slap my exposed, swollen clit, sharp, wet cracks that made my whole body jerk violently in the restraints. One slap for every second of the hold. By ten I was sobbing, head thrashing side to side, fresh gushes of slick squirting out around his cock in frantic, helpless bursts. My pussy was making a complete mess, soaking his balls and the leather beneath me. “Third set. Fifteen thrusts now, punishing and relentless.”

My wolf was prodding me to take charge and discipline these pups. Forbes’ anger skyrockets. Like an eagle's claw, his hand seized the closest two by the throat, pulling them forward. Next, using his swift feet, he slams one of each into the other three guys' guts. The other two in his clasp struggled for oxygen. He brings his hands together so that they mightily bump their heads into each other, making them disoriented. Blood trickled from their foreheads. Then he drops them from his grasp as their bodies thud to the floor. “We could do this all day, or you can tell us what we want to know,” Forbes slams his right fist into his left palm, cracking his knuckles.

He fisted it once, stroking himself while he looked down at me tied and spread for him. Then he was on me. He grabbed my thighs, lifted them high, hooking my legs over his shoulders so my ass came off the ground. The new angle made me feel even more open, more helpless. He lined himself up and pushed in—one hard, deep thrust that buried him completely. I screamed. The stretch was intense—almost too much after the fingers. He didn’t wait for me to adjust. He pulled out almost all the way and slammed back in—hard. Fast. Brutal.

Raven sobbed, tears streaming as another violent orgasm tore through her. He fucked her for what felt like hours switching positions constantly. He made her ride him reverse cowgirl so he could watch his thick cock stretch her pussy, then he bent her over his desk and destroyed her from behind, spanking her ass bright red. Then he pulled out of her dripping pussy and pressed his huge cock against her tight asshole. “No no no! Daddy it’s too big! I’m still sore!” He ignored her completely and **forced** his way into her ass in one long, merciless push, stretching her shithole wide open around his girth.

With my hands on his shoulders, I lock my ankles. Though the tip of his cock is near, it’s his fingers that first find my opening and make me whimper. “Shana, you’re so fucking perfect.” His fingers continue to thrust. “So wet and tight.” I can’t help but rock to his movements as he spreads my essence. “Shana?” “Please,” I scream out. “Please, take me.” My fingernails threaten the weave of his jacket as he pulls me down, sheathing himself with me. It’s all I can do not to scream again as I bite the jacket covering his shoulder.

Inside hung black leather cuffs lined with something softer, a short spreader bar, a coiled length of rope, and a flogger with wide, heavy falls. Elian followed while removing his tablet from the equation, and Rian stayed close with his mouth still wet from me and his eyes darker than I had ever seen them. Voss cuffed my wrists tight with my arms forced together in front of me, then clipped the cuffs to a metal ring high on the wall so I had to stretch up onto the balls of my feet. The spreader bar came next as he kicked my ankles apart and locked them wide, the cold metal bar holding me open so completely that the cool air of the room kissed every soaked, swollen inch of me.

I wanted to hasten with their thrusts, to add more force to it as they made me come undone between them. I couldn't hold back. I felt Fred's hand reach down between my legs, felt him pluck at my clit. It was the last bit of sensation my body could take. I burst around them. Cumming in a violent bucking. They held firm to me, keeping me in place, controlling me.

"Don't waste your breath, Dr. Wyckoff." The guy grinned as he spoke in a voice that was low, but it carried down the corridor clearly enough for everyone to hear. "From the moment you forced this forensic pathologist to apologize, I've been live-streaming the entire thing. I even came up with a title. Hospital Director Forces Forensic Pathologist to Perform Surgery on a Living Patient to Appease a Donor. Pretty catchy, huh?" Hendrick swayed on his feet, nearly collapsing.