Man Forced To Become A Woman Stories Novels & Stories

"All we wanted was a good time with you on the dance floor, and you had to slap me and my friend? Bitch, you're dead today." The woman's eyes were wide with fear, and she was shaking. "You forced yourself on me! I told you I wasn't interested... let me go," she begged. But the men just laughed, their eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "We would have our way with you whether you like it or not, since you didn't accept us calmly. Maybe you'll like it when we force you." The woman's eyes were welling up with tears, and I knew I had to act fast. "No one would come save you," one of them said.

She said, saying what I already knew. “I know. You’re here to clean the room, I can do that after you leave. I just want to know everything you know. I’m fucking scared and I need to know how this story ends.” “The story never ends, that’s the messed up part that no one ever tells you about. They recruit you to be their mistress under duress as they strip you of every shred of human right that you’re entitled to and they turn you into their property to do with as they please. And you know why? Because they know you can’t do anything about it. You’re merely a poor bastard with no influence so who is going to believe your word over theirs?”

"You don't want to find out." Aria's determination only grew stronger. "Tell me," she pressed, her eyes locked on the woman's. The woman's gaze seemed to cloud over, and for a moment. Then, in a voice that was barely audible, the woman replied, "I've been here since I was young... like you.” Aria's eyes narrowed in confusion. "But weren't you sold or didn't you have a buyer?" she asked. The woman's expression turned bitter, and she spoke in a low, husky tone. "I was with child when I was sold. When the merchants found out, they... they forced me to have the child before I could be bought. No one wants a pregnant slave, after all."

They were forced to give their bodies to men, and because we didn’t have a voice, they couldn't report the abuses. “Please, can you not just add to my frustration?” I exhaled a hard breath. “Get down.” “I don’t want to get laid. I’ve never done something like it before. Please, let me return to the mansion, I promise not to say a word,” my tears dropped down my cheeks as my heart pounded like it was about to explode.

she asked her then she nodded to her approval. The woman cannot believe that she is not lying at all. The face of the young lady is so delicate and one of a kind. “Your skin is so soft; let me fix it for you as I will make you more alluring to the eyes of your husband.” “Ehh—“ “Do you know, I am like you before… I am one of the forced submissive of Jostein De Vere.” The young lady Monteverde cannot find the words to say to her as she is not lying when looking straight to her eyes.

I've been a bad man, a pugilist maniac who believed women were pawns in a man's life. When father died last year and encouraged me to take over the kingdom, I could see the many faces of women being hunted by men. My minister tells me something which shook me to the core. Father allowed other statesman to take advantage of their own queen. My mother was thrown around by these men in beds, my father accepted that status to maintain for her. Unfortunately, mother took her own life and stood as an example to other women to never let a man touch her without her permission. Unfortunately, if those women escaped death... The men near her would torture her for the rest of her life. I didn't want to

It wasn’t about cruelty; it was about power, about showing them that the world didn’t care about their cries or pleas, and neither did I. The ones who threw themselves at me, desperate for the stories to be true, bored me. Call me a monster, but the thrill was in the chase, in breaking them down before giving them an experience no other man could replicate. And they knew it. Even the ones I forced came back, reliving the sensations I’d drawn out of them. Some begged me to keep them, but I never returned to the same woman twice. Once was enough to discard them and move on.

I was truly trapped. Marry Alpha Adrian. Share him with Candice. Bear his child or get sent back to the abusive husband and his mistress who killed your child, rejected you, turned you into a maid and sold you off after trying to rape you. The choice was easy but not at all fair or humane. It sounded like something out of a cruel joke, except no one was laughing. Least of all me. I wasn’t afraid of the part about being forced to have children for a man I had just recently met. Because I knew something none of them did and that was that I couldn’t have them.

“But her family situation is very pitiful. Her parents lost their ability to work and became sick. Her younger brother is in prison. Maybe she was busy taking care of her family, so she gave that job to me, and then because she had so many worries about her family...” What a stupid woman! If someone sold her across the border, would she still assume it was because they needed money and then count the money for them? It's not easy for such a fool to grow up and live until now. Because I was stupid before, I felt that this was a smart, strong woman, worth spending my life with. Okay, from now on, just let her rely on me. “Alisa, I'm a businessman; I never agree to anything without an exchange.

the wall when he opened it she had to stifle a growl, it was full of whips and she knew how these power hungry men got their kicks. Closing her eyes she flicked her tail over her ears trying to block out the sound of the whip slashing her skin and her pitiful screams. It soon went quiet and when she opened one eye the woman had gone limp, strangely enough he had not broken the skin her back and hips were red but there was no blood and then she saw the reason why.The man was very aroused and the poor broken woman's ordeal was not over, he raped her quickly and viciously taking his release grunting like a pig with pleasure. The whole thing sickened her and it happened repeatedly during the da