Graphic Rape Novels & Stories

Verbal humiliation — 5 Spitting — 2 Objectifying — 3 Shaving — 1 Sexy clothing — 5 Outdoor scenes — 2 Public exposure — 2 Body part torture Nipple clamps — 3 CBT — 1 Sounding —1 Fetishes Feet — 1 Boots — 2 Underwear (panties/lingerie)— 5 Chastity devices — 2 Masks — 2 Leather — 4 Roleplaying Fear play — 4 Abandonment — 1 Kidnapping —2 Interrogation — 4 Rape — 1 Gangbang — 5 Medical scenes— 2 Prison scenes — 2 Schoolroom scenes — 5 ;) Primal play — 2 Bodily fluids and functions Water-sports (giving) —1 Water-sports (receiving) — 1 Scats (giving) — 1 Scats (receiving) —1 Cum (giving) — 5

While we were continuously fucked, me riding Uncle Victor reverse cowgirl, my prolapsed pussy gripping his shaft, the artist worked. I received new ink: “Permanently Ruined Family Womb” arched above my gaping cunt, with arrows pointing to my holes. Sophia got “Brother’s Breeding Sow, Repeat Use Only” across her lower back and ass cheeks. Both of us had our nipple rings upgraded to thicker, heavier gauge with dangling tags that read “Milk Cow” and “Cum Dump.” The pain from the needles only made us orgasm harder around the cocks inside us. As evening approached, the family moved to the outdoor area again for public-risk re-breeding.

All rights reserved. •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───• TRIGGER WARNING! The following book contains imagery that some readers may find distressing. This book contains multiple explicit scenes that graphically simulate sexual assault, although every encounter is fully consensual. •Simulated Sexual Assault •Consensual Non-consent •Strong Language •Graphic Violence •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───• AUTHOR'S NOTE

Ice cream in one hand, pages in the other. It started innocently. A spoonful of cold cream. A flip of glossy paper. But soon the erotic art pulled me under. One page showed a woman on her back, legs spread, a banana poised at her center. Her breasts dripped with whipped cream and cherries, tongues from faceless men devouring every inch. Heat flushed through me. I pressed my thighs together, biting back a moan. I knew how this would end if I wasn’t careful, which is with my hand between my legs, whispering Grant’s name like a prayer.

he yelled in anger. ****** "And all of a sudden, he ràped you? How are we sure you didn't want it?" Okay, this dude has past the line. "Don't ever in your life say that to me, you don't know what I've gone through in my life, everytime I reveal, I always try to kill myself, is that what sèx does to you? Thrusting a stick deep into a person's anal, is that sèx? Downing someone's head into a bucket a then anally ràping them? Is that sèx? Forcing a penis down your throat for you to keep gagging, is that sèx? Bleeding àñûs for a few days, Is that where sèx gets you? Sir, with all do respect, when someone says they have been ràped, do not ask that question" I said.

"For a rapist asshole holding a gun to my head." He laughed at that, a dark, cruel sound. "Rapist? Oh, you sweet little slut. This wasn't rape, sweetheart. Rape would be when I bend you over, split you open on my cock, and make you scream as I pound your virgin hole." My eyes widened at the graphic image his words conjured up. My ass clenched reflexively and my spent cock twitched in my pants. Fuck. Why did that idea both terrify and thrill me so much?

Drake, all stern and clean cut, the stockist of the three men looked to be the right height to position him standing directly behind her with her skirt pushed up and his cock deep into her wet pussy. Mr. Grier on his knees under her sucking on her nipples her blouse pushed down over her arms used to keep her hands tied without the use of force. It looked more cartoonish than real life but she had a passion for Manga art. It softened the hard edges nature produced. She turned the page too embarrassed to show any one and too aroused by her own drawing. She always had been a daydreamer but she had never really thought about sex in this context before. She guessed it was because she had to admit

Every night, he would use me harder and more violently, and every night, I would cum harder than the last. Soon, ordinary sex wasn't enough for either of us. Graham wanted to inflict more pain, more humiliation. He tied me up and whipped my breasts until they were covered in angry welts. He forced me to drink his piss, his hot urine burning my throat. He made me beg for his cock, degrading me with sexual insults.

His face was contorted in an expression she had never seen before—wild, almost feral with intensity. With growing trepidation, Claire began to look through the photographs, each one a shocking assault on her senses. Her hands trembled as she saw images of Aiden with another woman, the scenes captured in stark, unrelenting detail. The photos were explicit and brutal: Aiden fucking her roughly, his hands gripping her body with a force that seemed more about possession than passion. Another image showed him canning her, the woman’s back arched in pain, red welts rising on her skin with each strike. Claire could almost hear the crack of the cane, the silent screams echoing in her mind.

I still remember the pictures in his file. So far, It contains photos of 6 different women. All beaten, bloody, bruised, shocked, r*ped, humiliated, robbed of their freedom, and one robbed for her reason to live. I could not blame her either; I read their statements. He inserted them with different objects, one got her nipples burned off, and one had them cut off with a kitchen knife. One had over 17 stitches in her rear end; all this was documented. Pictured and written down, but he is still allowed to walk around as a free man.