Harley Quinn Rape Porn Novels & Stories

“I can name a million different kinks, positions and punishments because I have experienced them all. Mister Cartel was an experimental man and I his toy.” “What about suicide?” Althea lets the words out easily, just like she would in any other mundane conversations, as if the words didn’t describe the only escape for a tortured soul. “Four times,” answers Harley with a smirk on the lips. “I obviously failed miserably. I was also punished, each time.” Harley rolls his sleeves up, uncovering a series of multiple scars extending through his arms. The scars on his wrists seem erratic, of different sizes and depths, contrasting with the precise scars littering the rest of his arms. The thin line

“But you can tell people I own your hymen. I have no problem with that.” I was suddenly, and starkly, terrified. “Stop,” I gasped out the word. “Hm,” he grunted and promptly got up, returning to his perch on the windowsill. “I’m not a rapist either. Honestly, Quinn, I’d rather jerk off than fuck you right now.” I didn’t know if I should be insulted or relieved. “If you’re just going to lie there, a half-dead receptacle for my cum, masturbation would be more enjoyable anyway. I’d probably be more enthusiastic about it than you are.”

“Why not? We’re both single. It’s just us here. Come on, it’ll be funny.” Harper bit her lip, thinking about it. She took another sip of wine and shrugged. “Okay… but nothing too crazy.” Ava grabbed the remote and opened one of the popular p**n sites. She picked a straight video that looked normal; a fit guy and a girl with a nice body having sex in a nice bedroom. They started watching in silence at first. As the video played, the room slowly got quieter. The girl on screen was moaning loudly while the guy fucked her hard from behind. Ava felt a familiar warmth between her legs. She noticed Harper shifting uncomfortably beside her, pressing her thighs together.

Hunter crawled towards me, shoving off his trousers that were still stuck at his ankles, kicking them off the bed. His face met mine, our foreheads touched as he wiped the trickles of sweat forming at my temples. He ran his hands down my entrance, palming my pussy. His fingers ran between my folds. I moaned, biting down tenderly. I was plump, warm, and already wet for him. He continued to glide his fingers into me, rubbing his thumb in circles hard against my clit. I couldn't control the moans that escaped my mouth as he pushed his fingers deep inside me, watching me lustfully.

I dig my fingers into her hips and pound into her harder, ripping her tight, virgin ass as the start of my load spills into her and drips back out with each thrust. "Come on, Har, come for us." "I am... yes... I'm com-" I watch Trigger's eyes roll back and he thrusts into Harley's pussy, drilling into her as he fills the condom with his seed. She shudders and arches her back, clawing at the duvet as she bounces wildly on our cocks, her petite body trembling through her release. I slide my cock out of her ass and watch my come drip from the stretched hole to the carpet between my feet.

I can hear the laughs of Darcy as I was raped by the whole pack. They kept releasing themselves inside my vagina one after the another. I was forced to gulp whatever they released in my mouth. Tears flowed from my eyes non stop. Blood oozed from my all of the body parts. What I saw before blacking out was Xavier hovering over me with an evil smirk and thrusting inside her in front of his Luna.

The ache between my legs had turned into pure torture — swollen, dripping, begging for something, anything. I locked my door, kicked off my heels, and threw myself onto the bed still in my work clothes. My hand was already sliding up my skirt before I could stop myself. No. Not yet. I grabbed my phone with trembling fingers and downloaded three new p**n videos — the filthiest threesome ones I could find. Two men, one woman. Priests in my head. I turned the volume low, propped the phone on my pillow, and hit play. The first scene started: a girl on her knees between two huge cocks, sucking one while the other slapped against her cheek. My breath hitched.

When Harper heard that Chase was actually unaware of the gang rape, it felt as if a heavy sandbag had been ripped from her heart, and the sand slowly poured out… Something felt increasingly lighter until she couldn’t help but take a deep breath. The two men grabbed Harper’s shoulders, lifting her up like an eagle snatching a chick, and forced her to lie face down on the bed. Once in this humiliating position, Harper immediately snapped out of her reverie, determined to deal with these two beasts! "The Young Master's woman, she's got it! So damn beautiful..." One man grabbed Harper's chin and forced red wine into her mouth. The younger man simply held her down.

He squeezed hard; the sharp pain sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to her clit, making her leak a fresh wave of honey onto the bedspread. "Don't you dare give yourself to any man that easily," Ryder commanded, his voice a low, terrifying snarl. "Do you understand me? You make them work for it. You make them crawl for it. You don't let some boy put his face between your legs unless he's worth it." "You... you're crazy," she breathed, but her hips were already rising to meet him, her pussy pulsing against the air. "And I told you already, I never want anyone to do something so nasty to me."