Non Consensual Novels & Stories

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

He'd always been so professional; I fully expected him to drop his hands, frown, and apologize for crossing a line, assure me that it wouldn't happen again. But he didn't. Instead, he just stared into my eyes, continuing to play with my nipple rings as he did. I returned his smile. Does that count as consent? Probably not by the book, but we both knew what I meant. I see what you're doing, and I'm okay with it. In truth, I was far more than okay with it, but I knew what this was. He was my boss. I worked under him. We had to keep things professional.

Huh, what is this? "What is CNC?" I asked him. "Consensual non-consent is having one person's consent to engage in a forced yet intense sexual activity. It may also involve extreme behavior from the dominant partner. Both partners agree to engage in activities they might not be prepared for even before the act." "Interesting, but it doesn't mean we cross the boundaries that we set in this contract, right?" "Nope, of course not; we will still use the contract as a base. We will discuss the scene too before we do CNC."

⁑ We hear someone say but we couldn’t focus on that as he says, “I can’t wait to have your body.” ⁑"No!", she growls back.⁑ ⁑"What do you mean no?", Kevin asks.⁑ ⁑"This teacher has sexually harassed us along with making sexual comments to us about us.", she snaps.⁑ Not only am I on edge but also our mate too- as he comes back, he stops right behind us before putting his hand on my shoulder while softly murmuring, “U̶̺̝̎͠p̸̟͕̽́o̶̘̺̅n̷̪̎ ̷̪̻̆̓t̴͍͔̍̍h̴͙̐ͅi̸̘̩̔̌s̴̞̔̽ ̴̯͇̇h̵͕̎̓ö̶͖́u̸̥̓r̷̠͋,̵̹͛

Maya was surprised he paid attention to that part, to be honest, she had struggled to answer that particular question and hoped she didn't come off as 'weird' but it seemed her luck had run out. She gulped nervously as he leaned even closer, their knees were now touching, "I-I…I just meant that-" He gave her an encouraging look, and his large palm settled on her knees, "Go on, Maya." She bit her lip and swore his eyes darkened a shade and he leaned, even more, closer, completely invading her personal space. But for once, Maya didn't mind. "There's a difference between non-consent and coaxing what our innermost desire wants."

“No, thank you. I’m not interested.” He stepped closer, undeterred by my words. “Come on, don’t be shy.” He pressed. “A pretty little thing like you doesn’t come to a place like this just to look. I bet you’re already wet just thinking about it.” His voice dropped to what was meant to be seductive. “Let me put you on your knees where you belong. I’ll make it good for you.” I understood the appeal of submitting to a man in bed, but not to the ones who didn’t understand consent. I took an obvious step back. “I said no. Please leave me alone.”

“WITHOUT ENFORCED PROCESSING, SUBJECTS WILL REFUSE. REGRET WILL ACCUMULATE.” “Then they have the right to drown on their own terms,” I said. “Not because you strapped weights to their ankles and called it treatment.” The code bucked. “NO,” it hissed. The function text tried to twist itself. CONSENT flickered—first to CONTROL, then BACKUP, then an ugly mash of characters. I shoved again. CONSENT held. The script around it shivered. “Next,” I said and stabbed the pen into another seam. MERCY.

Shock filled him. “Consensual non-consent,” Saber said. “Huh?” she asked, screwing up her nose. “That sounds like one of those tongue twisters. Consensual non-consent. Consensual non-consent. Consensual non-consent. Definitely tongue twister.” “Means that he won’t wake you to ask your consent, because he already has it to do what he wants,” Saber explained. “I’d always stay in your limits, though,” Gomez told her. “And you always have your safeword.”