Men Forced Regression And Diapered Novels & Stories

He twisted my arms behind my back and pressed my face to the wall. He leaned closer to me, “Do you think I came here to take you back, Nah. I saw you that night with him. I never knew you to be a whore, the way you took him all in without complaining had me starving. I never knew you to be that submissive when we had sex, it made me want to have a taste. You were never that liberal with me, you were so uptight and each time I tell you to have some fun, you claim you were not in the mood. I watched you work your hips and let him do anything he wanted with you. Tell me Alicia, are you going to give it to me or should I force my way on you”

She was having a dream. My beast had a reversion towards women being too close or showing too much affection. It has been that way ever since I was sixteen. It was his way of rebelling against my father. King Cadeyrn-ruaidhri wanted me to be everything that he was, but my body rebelled. My father was a tyrant, a manipulative son of a bitch. He took away my childhood and growing up for me was all hard work and torture. People that called him a psychopath were not so far from the truth.

And taking a piece of my soul every time it did. The cold metal stirrups still haunted me. The humiliation of being forced to undress under the eyes of the men which included my father. While he had tried to avert his gaze, Zaman and his father had looked. They had stared at me with their leering gazes when the doctor had undressed me with forceful hands because I wouldn’t comply. I had tried to fight them but they had held me down like I was a cattle subjected to their whims. Their cruel fingers digging and making me feel less than a human.

When he pulls out, I slip down, hanging from the stockade like a prisoner, my drooping, loose ass dripping out a gigantic wad of cum. “Keep that cum inside you.” My asshole tightens immediately, sucking the cum back up inside me, swallowing it and holding it there. “Keep it inside for the rest of the day.” “Yes, daddy.” “Change back into your work clothes.” I do as he says, changing back into my dig clothes, leaving no sign of my alternative profession. “Shrink your tits and my dick back to normal.” I do what he says without thinking about it, but once I'm done, I ask,

The older men, Reginald and Victor, watched from the edges before joining. Reginald knelt before Aurora, feeding his thick cock into her mouth alongside her brother. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Take your grandfather while your father fucks you.” Victor did the same to Sophia. The sisters were filled from every angle — pussies and asses fucked by their father and brothers, mouths stretched by older, experienced cocks. “We love this,” Sophia gasped between thrusts, looking straight into the camera. “We love being used by our own blood… feeling Daddy and our brothers deep inside us while the world watches.”

Anger simmered under my skin as I stood abruptly, knocking back the rest of my whiskey, and slamming the glass back down on the desk I wanted to yell, to hit something, to put my fist through the wall, his desk, and him. Instead, I nodded “Okay then,” I said. Inside I was still boiling, the heat and pressure building. “Good,” my father said. “The contract for the engagement is in a few days” Marriages in the Mafia world were meant to build alliances And for the first time since walking into that mansion…I wondered who the real enemy was going to be. The Steeles;my father or the woman I was being forced to marry.

"Scarlett is the one who understands me. Who supports me." "All you've ever done is look down on me with that smug fucking smile and laugh at how useless I am!" "What right does a woman have to be the family's strategist? What right do you have to question my projects?" "You know what I really hate?" Leo leaned in, his face inches from mine, spit flying. "That since we were kids, you were the 'smart one.' Father's little genius." "And me?" His voice cracked, bordering on a shriek. "I was the dumb muscle. The fucking enforcer. It was always, 'Isabella has the brains, but Leo? He's good with his hands.'"

Dahlia said that anything we view was being recorded as well so that they could be rewatched. How many people were products of forced bonds? It was a disgusting question to ponder. There had to be a way for the unwilling parties to break the bonds, so I made a note to ask my uncle about this. If anyone knew then it would most likely be him. The next couple of cameras showed inside empty rooms, so I jotted down those numbers since we did not know if they were normally empty or not. “Reminds me of Regan,” Jackson said with disgust clear as day in his tone when the camera showed inside a communal shower room.

; toshers searching through sewage for valuables. Watching it all, I was reminded of a time when Father had taken me to visit one of the factories he owned. The floor had been filthy, and the air had stank of soot and blood. Many of the workers were children, some with missing fingers or arms—amputated, no doubt, due to injuries from the machinery. “I always hire children as young as the law will allow,” Father had whispered to me, with a cheeky smile. “Like horses, their spirits are best broken from a young age.” From that point on, I’d forever been frightened that if I upset him enough, Father might force me to work in one of his factories.

"At the end of the first year, I called for help. It didn't work… After they beat me, Mr. Rhodes told everyone my parents didn't want me." The officer kept writing. "What about the second year?" "In July, they broke my legs because I wouldn't obey one of the instructors." "And after July?" "After that, people started coming into my room." The recorder clicked as it continued. "They didn't let me wear clothes. They said they would split the money my dad paid. It wasn't tuition. It was what they were getting paid to use me." Dad's hand tightened on the edge of his chair. "Later, they forced sterilizing drugs on me and used other methods. Mr. Rhodes said they were fixing my body…to make sure I'