Harley Quinn Rape Porn Novels & Stories

"I'm beginning to think that you are a lesbian" "Bella just leave__". "Good morning class". I looked up to see I was interrupted by Harley Worth, remember her? The girl who almost ran me over. She sat on the teacher desk facing us. "Whats Harley Quinn up to?". Bella whispered. I snickered at that name. Harlequin. I don't blame Bella for calling Harley that because its true. Harley Worth is the perfect definition of hot, cool, sexy and crazy. She has outrageously shining glossy blonde which she dyed pink last summer.

I ignore his muffled scream and grab the dildo. “Ya know,” I murmur as I rub the head of the dildo against Lucas’ rim, “I was fucking livid when we found out you raped her. The others would kill to be here, to watch you impaled by this monster.” I shove the tip in, reveling in his whimpers. “Stone would love to be here, to be the one doing this to you. But Ariella is more important.” I shrug, “Which I completely agree with. And while I'd love to be with her in her bed, comforting her with Stone,” I shove in two more inches. Luca’s rim begins to tear, blood dripping down the black cock. “Doing this is soooo much more satisfying.”

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.

“You’re going to tell me, you filthy slut,” growled Hartwell as he leaned in and trailed his finger through her folds, soaking up her juices. “Who owns this pussy? Whose mess is this?” “I’m yours, Hartwell,” Quin whispered, her voice shaking. “This is your filthy cunt.” “You better believe it,” he replied as he smeared her juices on her lower belly, marking her territory. “And just look how wet it is for me. Are you ready for more? Do you want me to fuck you till you forget your name?”

He told them as the man had his consciousness back and started screaming at the boys who were bathing the girl. He can imagine what happens next with that kinky stuff that they prepare. It's also mental torture to Jake. That's what Harvey wanted so he let the boys. Harvey was good at manipulating and so, he knew well how his mind worked. He checked a few things in the facility including the cameras as a help for them while the boys started having fun and the woman was screaming at them as Chameleon was ramming on the woman. But the screaming turned into moans and Jake looked like in pain that the woman started enjoying the boys.

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."

“Look at my baby girl taking three cocks at once. Such a perfect little whore.” They rotated positions again and again. Reynolds took my pussy next, fucking me even harder while Tyler made me deepthroat him. Then Mr. Harlan bent me over the couch and stretched my tight cunt with his fat cock, growling about how he’d been fantasizing about fucking the hottest girl on the cheer squad for months. I came repeatedly — screaming, squirting, shaking. At one point they had me on my knees in the middle of the room, all three cocks surrounding my face as I tried to worship them all at once, jerking two while sucking the third.

Zach lifted me from my hips, and I felt his manhood at my entrance, begging for access. It was Xaden who made the decision for us both and pushed me further into him, forcing Zach’s cock to penetrate me. My core stretched and molded around him like it was made for him. Xaden continued to palm my breasts and tease me while Zach continued to thrust into me and I continued to suck off Harley. “God, she looks beautiful like this,” Harley breathed, wiping the drool off my chin, admiration was clear on his face as he looked down at me. “You’re taking it like a champ.”

she begged, turning to her friend. Helena could do nothing but watch as her friend was raped without mercy, Xavier using her body as his own personal sex toy. She cried with her, unable to even open her mouth and say something. It went on like that for another fifteen minutes, Xavier never having to catch his breath. At last he stopped, shivering with a savage grin on his face and making Sophie whimper in shame. "Can you feel it? Feel all of the seed I just sprayed into your womb? You're nothing but a pathetic cum dumpster, a rag for me to wipe off my cock with after I fill you up with my semen."

The room is filled with a cacophony of gasps and a deafening roar as I struggle to catch my breath, my body trembling with the effort. I sob uncontrollably as I recount the horrifying experiences I endured. “He would forcefully inject me with what he claimed to be a miraculous cure, but in reality, it was a potent aphrodisiac that stripped away any semblance of control over my own body. This sinister concoction made it alarmingly effortless for him to subject me to unspeakable acts of rape, using both sex toys and his penis to assault me both anally and vaginally.”