Lemon Stories Forced Novels & Stories

The center was a single dais, ringed by twelve chairs. On the third day, Lena carved her name into one of the stones by hand. Not digitally. Not with a scanner. Just a blade, and a slow, deliberate movement. The others followed. And then the stories began. Each delegation stepped forward. Not with speeches. With memory. A child told the story of the last bread baked in a war-torn bakery. A woman recited the names of a drowned village in song. A man placed his father’s shattered glasses into the archive.

“Yeah, we have no beef with you and Sophie, we never thought of hurting you two. It’s Jem Tart, that bastard…” Before Kaze even made them talk, they blurted everything and explained how Jem forced them to work for him. Kaze felt annoyed for not being able to interrogate them. He asked, “Then what about attempted rape? Did Jem Tart ask you to do that?” “Uh…” The two of them were silenced. Kaze’s expression turned cold. He kicked the two of them relentlessly. Bang! Bang! A brief cry later, both of them were knocked out on the ground.

Liana was making a spectacle, and she was good at it. She wailed, she clung, she declared her pregnancy to the silent, judging hall. The whispers began, sharp and disapproving, directed at the human making a scene among the ancient and powerful. The story spilled out in her hysterical cries. After Marcus severed ties with her—symbolized by him stealing her protective silver and holy water—her welcome in his household had vanished. My human parents, finally seeing her manipulative nature, had closed their doors to her pleas. She’d been destitute.

Jamie My knees ached against the hard rooftop floor as I knelt in front of Lena, staring at her thick, glistening strap-on cock covered in my own creamy cum. “Clean it,” she ordered, voice low and commanding. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and slapped the wet cock against my cheek. “Taste how slutty your pussy is.”

My clit throbbed untouched, swollen and aching. Victor slapped my ass hard, the sting blooming into heat. "Come on this dick, baby. Squeeze me. Show me how bad you want stepdad's load." Jamal pinched my nipples, twisting just enough to make me arch. "Cum for us, slut. Milk that cock. Let us feel it."

Why did he always watch me so closely, insisting I drink that glass of milk? Why did Lily and Julian appear in my life so suddenly and inexplicably? Why did his friends always call me… crazy? … The summer of my junior year, beneath the deafening chorus of cicadas, I endured the most brutal, blood-soaked, and violent experience of my life. It started with something so small. A few workers installing air conditioning at school stopped me to ask for directions. That was all. I did nothing but point them the right way. Then, one of them grinned wickedly.

She picked up the paddle and I bit my lip trying to hold back the scream that Laurie was about to try to force from my unwilling body. Again, the leather bit my ass, and I had to use every ounce of willpower to keep from trying to protect my ass from her. Again the paddle came down, and this time I couldn’t hold back all of the screams that tried to rip through me. She reached down and felt me again. I was still completely dry, and she seemed dissatisfied with me. She spread my ass and spit on my asshole.

Yet, she fought to hold back her laughter, remembering the earlier incident that made her question everything. “This states that you agree to all the rules stipulated in the contract. No photos, videos or incriminating statements will be spoken about me or this place in public.” Leo pointed out the consequence of such actions. “If I disagree?” Her mind thought about escaping the place but she didn't know where it was in the first place. She could get lost and no one would care. “Then you’ll never see your family and I will make sure they suffer. Don’t make the wrong choice, Ellie. You’re smarter than that,” Leo said while he leaned in closer until their faces were inches away from kissing.

Thеѕе kids were tаkеn frоm a middle ѕсhооl in Brooklyn, druggеd and forced tо ѕеrvісе thе lосаl spiders. Twelve уеаrѕ оld. Jеѕuѕ, it mаkеѕ mе sick. When I tооk over thіѕ саѕеlоаd I spoke tо each оf thе mоthеrѕ. Thеу wеrе аngrу that I саllеd. The саѕе hаѕ bееn open fоr fоur уеаrѕ. Nо doubt thеу’vе ѕееn a lіnе of сорѕ full оf big wоrdѕ who wеrе unаblе tо dеlіvеr.

Now his gaze is more serious. "Yes yes, I'm not angry," Jeno replied with a smirk until his eyes narrowed. "I'm dirty Jeno." Only that came out of Leora's mouth from earlier, more tears came out without permission remembering what happened yesterday. "Leo, I'm not forcing you to tell a story. Don't be forced," Jeno's grandson. "B-but, I want a story."