Non Consensual Novels & Stories

More insidious. Consent remains valid when constrained, provided the constrained party retains rational capacity and access to at least one viable alternative, regardless of asymmetry in power. My pulse dropped like a stone. I hadn’t written that. I scrolled frantically. Version history. Change logs. Nothing. No edits recorded. The air in the apartment thinned until I could barely breathe. “…No.” I stood slowly, chair scraping behind me. Shawn’s shirt hung loose on my body, the hem brushing my bare thighs. The altered words glowed on the screen like a quiet betrayal.

I roll my eyes and watch, the guy is alive, with a bust lip and swollen eye, but alive. “Say it again!” D speaks and pummels him in the stomach. “No means no.” The guy chokes. “Okay, and what is consent?” D hits him again, he grunts leaning forward, and Marc grips his hair pulling his head back. “A woman not saying no.” The guy cries and D frowns hitting the man again. “NO! Consent is her agreeing of sound mind, not drunk, not coerced, and not forced.” D hits him again and as bad as it is, it’s actually really fucking sweet.

My vision blurred as wave after wave of pleasure tore through my body. Derick fucked me through it, groaning at how tightly I squeezed him. But he didn’t stop. He kept pounding into my oversensitive pussy, chasing his own release. Right as another orgasm began building inside me, his phone started ringing on the table beside us. The screen lit up. Alora it was a Video Call. Derick slowed his thrusts but didn’t pull out. He stayed buried to the hilt inside me, my pussy still fluttering around him. He looked at the screen, then at my flushed, shocked face, and a wicked smile spread across his lips.

I corrected. Gina folded her hands neatly. “You expect us to believe this won’t ignite interest?” “I expect you to understand that forcing it would invalidate it,” I said. Linwood nodded slowly. “The consent clause is clear.” Nate’s eyes darkened. “Consent can be influenced.” “Yes,” I agreed softly. “But coercion voids ritual legitimacy.” The subtext wasn’t subtle. Marcus leaned back. “Very well. This information will remain documented but inactive.” “Thank you,” I said.

“I’m asking consent here, Delfina but it’s a one time ask, and this is a one-time deal. We fuck now, in this car and from here on out, it never happens again. I’m not looking for a child bride. I simply want to fuck, and you want to test a theory. Consent?” “Yes. Fuck me.” She was going to straight to hell in a handbasket and the devil himself was carrying it.

"You turned something bad into something good. Something ugly into something beautiful. You. You transformed. Both of you. Together." Questions came. Dozens of questions. The older kids. Understanding implications. Understanding complexity. Understanding problems. "Wasn't that illegal?" Leo asked. "Trafficking? Coercion? Abuse?" "Gray area," Lucia would say. She was present. Family lawyer. Family member. "Contract was technically consensual. Adults. No explicit force. But ethically? Morally? Problematic at minimum. Criminal possibly. Context matters. Circumstances matter. But yes. Deeply problematic."

I turned a heel and gave my attention to him. "How about you?" He tilts his head in confusion. "Do we have a choice?" I smirked. "Well, not really. If Derek knew that we went on our separate ways, you guys would get punished pretty badly." "Then why ask us in the first place!" Noah exclaims. "Of course, consent is important, but it doesn't really matter in my case." ~*~

It was a wonder why the woman didn’t take up on his offer, maybe that had been a stretch for even a conscience as vile as hers. Danilo was a disgusting creep alright but something didn’t add up. It says on his file that he was a technophobe and didn’t even own a cellphone nor knew how to use one because he thought they were “evil” and “wrong” for the world. It didn’t make sense that he was distributing non consensual sexual content on the dark web.

"It doesn't matter what you did. It doesn't matter what your profession is. None of that makes you any less of a victim, Rory." I watched her expression change. The tension in her face eased, and some of the barriers she'd built around herself began to crack. "Even if you agreed to be with him, and then his friends showed up, and you changed your mind afterward, you're still a victim. The moment you said no, that should've been the end of it." Emotions filled my chest as I continued. "No means no. It doesn't matter who you are or how many people you've been with. You could've slept with a thousand men, and it still wouldn't matter. If you don't want one specific person, he doesn't get to for

] Faced with irrational netizens, one young team member could not take it anymore and cursed, "You idiots! Can't any of you think for yourselves?" The next second, their account was banned by the platform. "I'm sorry, Pearl. It's all my fault for not controlling myself..." The young team member felt very guilty. "It's okay..." Pearl actually smiled at that moment. Having such a group of people who unconditionally supported her and fought alongside her for their shared goals was already comforting enough. As for the gossip back home, it seemed insignificant now. She said lightly, "It's fine. In Arcanum, no one knows me anyway. I'm still a doctor to them... It's just a pity that the team's pla