Forced Sissy Captions Novels & Stories

Sally tried to move, but her restraints would allow her to. "I didn't want you to touch me. That was rape. Please let me go," Sally begged. Cressida smiled evilly, moving her finger in and out of her until she was wet. She leaned down and bit Sally's nipple before sucking on it while the woman sobbed. She loved making them cry; it excited her.

Holding me down, tight as I froze. “Fuck,” I could only let out, slightly breathless as I sat. Lips parted, my eyes going down on myself and then to him. He moved too. Pulled at the just burst out straps with his fingers, my eyes squeezing shut as he did. Teeth clenching. He pulled harder, I squeezed harder but not my fist or anything. I squeezed my insides. My pussy. Involuntarily. The straps…they were doing something to me, making him do things to me, using him to do things to me!

“Which means I have every right to see every part of you.” My back hit the wall. Cold plaster pressed against my shoulder blades, and I tightened my grip on the towel. Fear clawed its way up my throat, but I lifted my chin anyway, forcing myself to meet his gaze. I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. “Back off!” I shouted, swallowing hard as tears burned behind my eyes. “You don’t fucking own me.” In the next heartbeat, his hand shot out. His fingers closed firmly around my jaw, forcing my head back against the wall with controlled strength.

The couch creaked under our weight as Silas slammed into me again and again, his hips hitting my rear with a loud, wet slap. "Look at me while he fucks you," Soren commanded, pulling his cock slightly out of my mouth so I could breathe. "Fuck me harder, Silas! Please!" I sobbed, arching my back into his thrusts. "You like this big dick inside you, don't you?" Silas growled from behind, leaning forward to press his chest against my back as his hips kept up a brutal pace. "Yes! Fuck, yes!" I cried out, my hands clutching the leather cushions for support.

I made sure to swallow every of his cum. “Good girl,” Sedar said with a cracked voice I looked up to him and wiped my mouth, I was still horny and wanted him to please me, but it didn’t seem like he was going to do any of such. Sedar pulled up his pants and zipped his trousers. “Dress up,” Sedar said, pinching one of my breasts I pulled up my dress and wore it. “ I’ll give you one of my men, and you better make it worth it,” Sedar said

He thrust the camera into her face, smiling as he watched the camera's view screen. Annabelle swallowed. It was strong-tasting semen, bitter. Imani wrote something on the inside of Annabelle's right bicep, then drew a long line down Annabelle's arm, with an arrow head pointing toward her hand. Annabelle had no idea what it meant. Another of the cowboys, the one who had spoken to her upstairs, was kneeling at the side of the table near Annabelle's bottom, holding another camera pointed at her crotch. Other men took turns fucking her, then shuffling up to her mouth to give her their cream. Annabelle performed for them all. The cameras recorded it. She said many things, but 'Stupid little slut'

“Tell the camera what a filthy cheating slut you are for my clients.” “I’m a filthy cheating slut! My husband could never fuck me like this — please, wreck my married pussy!” My own fingers moved faster. I was soaked. The wet sounds of my rubbing mixed with the obscene noises coming from the video. I spread my legs wider in the chair, one foot up on the desk, panties pulled to the side. Two fingers dipped inside my tight hole, pumping in time with the brutal thrusts on screen. Daddy’s voice again, closer to the mic this time: “Now flip her over. I want her legs over your shoulders. Breed that cunt. Fill her up until it’s leaking down her ass.”

My laptop came with me, pressed tightly under my arm. I searched the internet,scrolling and typing. My choice of p**n was hard to find. I loved forced p**n—the young innocent girl forced into taking a hard cock as she fought to pull away from the man who would devour her. I loved the harsh yells, spanking, choking, spitting—ruining her made my pussy quiver and drip. My scrolling halted at the perfect video. The older man in the video tying up a younger woman after he walked in on her in the kitchen, forcefully bending her over as she cried for help.

I wrapped my hand around it and started stroking while I watched her fuck herself on my phone. She kept going, pumping her fingers faster, moaning my name again. Then she pulled them out, shiny and covered in her juices, and slowly licked them clean while looking at the camera like a filthy whore. The caption underneath hit me like a punch: “Come get this pussy you’ve been craving so badly. I know you’re dying to stretch it open and fill it with that thick cock. But only when I say so. Until then, keep jerking off to this like the desperate slut you are for me.”

“Dripping down my balls like a desperate slut.” I sob, curse, but my hips lift—pleasure coiling, dark, unwanted. He chokes me with one hand, spits in my mouth again, yanks my hair, pounds harder. “Scream, dove. Give me those pretty moans you save for your vibrator.” My body betrays me—orgasm building, sick, filthy.He knows. “Come on your captor’s cock, you lonely little slut.” I'm sobbing into his glove, tears streaming down my face, but my hips are lifting to meet him, chasing faster and faster, following his every pound with its brutal, squelching intensity, my cunt clenching around his cock like it's starving for more.