Forced Sissy Novels & Stories

“You’re so fúcking tight. Your pússy’s choking my cóck.” He pulled back and slammed into me, hard. The desk jolted forward with the force. Then he did it again. And again. He set a brutal rhythm, like he was trying to fúck me into the wood beneath me. “Take it,” he growled, “Take every fúcking inch. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be bent over like a little office slút and filled with cóck.” “Yes,” I cried out, head dropping as he pounded into me. “Fúck, yes. Harder.”

"I'm going to come so hard." "Then come." Nico pounds into my ass, relentless and brutal. "Come on our cocks, hostage. Show us how much you love being our fucktoy. Show us you're ours." "You're ours," Santos growls, thrusting up into my pussy. "Our holes. Our slut. Forever."

His dick is feeling deeper with each expert stroke - I can hear him panting and moaning he’s putting alot of effort into fucking me. Every now and again I’m told to inhale more poppers. I can’t help it but I’m quickly beginning to enjoy this experience . The truth is, they got me spot on, I was staring at them down in the bar - and once I’d worked out what was going on I was loving every second of being dominated and treated like the sissy slut I am - this is what I am, just a faggot to please real men, I wish one of the guys holding me down would fill my mouth up as well.

From there, they would force themselves back against the other with more force, sodomizing them without mercy and dominating them. “Yes mama! Fuck me harder! Fuck my asshole! Fuck me, mom!” April screamed. “Fuck me too, baby! Be a good girl and wreck my asshole with this big rubber cock!” They moaned obscenities at each other, desperate for any way to further heighten the experience.

Her eyes locked onto mine, dominant and unyielding. “Please fuck me, Sasha” A satisfied smile spread across her face. “That’s my good girl.” She thrust forward in one powerful motion, burying half the dildo inside me. The stretch was intense, a burning fullness that made me cry out. My walls clenched around the intrusion, trying to adjust, but Sasha didn’t give me time. She pulled back slightly and drove in deeper, forcing another inch, then another, until I felt her hips press against mine and the harness rubbed deliciously against my clit.

⚠️ Trigger Warning This story contains explicit sexual content, including themes of forced feminization, BDSM, humiliation, sissification, pegging, cum play, and dominance/submission dynamics. It is intended strictly for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life,” Sasha whispered, her voice like velvet over a blade. Julian didn’t get the chance to respond. The click of heels sounded behind him, then the door opened—and everything shifted.

, he thought as he swallowed his saliva. Mariana got on him and straddled him a bit before unbuckling his trousers. Valentino didn't do anything, he just let her do as she pleased on him...who is he to refuse such an offer. After fiddling with the belt, she removed it and pulled his trousers down leaving him in his underwear. She smirked when she saw the bulge in his underwear. "I can see you're ready for me", she smirked "Let's make a baby", she smiled as she proceeded to take off his underwear but he held her hand making her pause.

A knock on the door woke Emily up for the second time that day. “Who is it?” asked Emily “It’s Nessa” “Go away!” “That’s it I’m coming in “ replied Nesa as she barged in. “Girl you look a mess.” Mocked Nessa “Well you don’t look too different now do you?” “Shut up” “What are you even doing here at 8 am?” “You don’t only look a mess, you are a mess indeed. It’s 1 pm sweet girl so wake up and freshen up already .”

Make her scream your name, not his. I rolled us over, positioning her on top of me, forcing her to straddle me, to meet my gaze, to witness her own forced participation. She cried out softly, her hands bracing on my chest, her body trembling as she moved, impaled upon me, her body glistening with sweat, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh, guiding her movements, setting a punishing, relentless pace, forcing her to ride me, forcing her to take me deeper.

"Let's see if your mouth is as good as Soren says." He grabbed my hair and forced my head back. I took him in, my jaw aching as I accommodated his massive girth. While I worked on Sterling, Finn and Rhodes moved to my sides. They didn't wait. They stripped my blouse, their large hands squeezing my breasts until I saw spots. "Look at these tits," Finn growled, his thumb roughly flicking my nipple. "So sensitive. You're a total cum-slut, aren't you?" Soren and Miller were behind me now. I felt the cold air hit my wet pussy as Miller guided Soren's cock to my entrance. "I'm gonna stretch her out, boys," Soren warned.