Non Consensual Stories Novels & Stories

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. REMEMBER: The world of fiction where the characters of my story reside is void of realities of HIV and STI. In the real world where we live in, HIV and STIs exist. The story is merely an escape from that world, so that I can release my subconcious, which is full of crazy and messy sex fantasies. The scenes in this story should never be recreated in real life. Guys, never ever attempt barebacking, rape or other unsafe sex ac

“This could get you in trouble. It could get me in trouble. I could lose my license.” His voice was forceful like he was trying to convince himself more than me. But the bulge straining against his trousers betrayed him. His body already made the choice for him. “And that’s why you locked the door, Professor,” I whispered, heat in my voice. “If you don’t tell, I won’t tell.” “You’re so young,” he breathed, almost to himself. “I’m way above the legal age, and I give you my consent, Professor Collins.” I stared up at him, lips parted, voice thick with desire. “My pussy drips for you. Please take it.”

‎I bit my lower lip as Tyson took a step closer, we were still just outside their room. ‎A desperate need filled my body as I met his eyes. How long could I deny I'm attracted to him? I know I wouldn't be able to deny it for long. ‎"You're my elder sister's husband, Tyson. We can't have sex together, it's wrong," I said, trying to be reasonable. But it came out as a breathless whisper and it only served to increase the tension between us. ‎"Are you saying it's naughty... and forbidden?" he asked, his eyes darkening as he ran his fingers up my bare arm.

"She would not. She needs permission. It would infringe on your rights." "No." Conrad shook his head violently. Water flew from his hair. "No, she can do it. She can see. She knows. She probably already knows." "Conrad, you're not making sense." "I am." He gripped the edge of the sink. His knuckles went white. "I'm making perfect sense. You just don't understand. Because you are big and dumb. Consent does not matter when… Consent does not matter when you are cornered." I leaned against the bathroom wall and crossed my arms. This was bad. Worse than I'd realized. Conrad wasn't just high. He was having some kind of breakdown.

I managed to just shake my head and meekly replied with a no. She laughed and asked me if I had not seen nude pictures of women in magazines and I said yes I have. She excused herself with a smile and went to get some water for herself. I wanted to leave, I wanted to get back home and jerk my cock off. She came out again and looked at me and her eyes ran down to my crotch which made a visible tent in my shorts still smiling, she asked me not to tell anyone what I had just seen and made me promise I wouldn't utter a word even to my best friend.

he growled, kicking my legs apart. I obeyed, water running down my back. His cock rubbed between my ass cheeks, thick and hot. “Ryan... condom?” I asked, voice shaking. “Raw. Like I promised.” He spat on his hand, slicked his cock, and pushed the fat head against my hole. “Gonna breed this stepbrother ass.” He thrust in hard. The stretch burned like fire as he sank deep in one long stroke. I cried out, the sound echoing off the tiles.

(ongoing) Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed) b. i Story: Heartless Angels: Werewolf story about Oakley, a descendant of the Moon Goddess, who was rejected and abused by her original mate, her family, and her pack and her journey to find out who and what she really is. Graphic violence and, you guessed it, smut. (ongoing)

I blurted the words out and quickly slapped a hand over my mouth, but it was too late. The girl leaned in, her dark eyes burning with heated interest. “What did he do? Go on, spill the tea!” She lifted her drink, which happened to be a Long Island Tea, and drank deeply. I followed her lead, coming up for air when the glass was half empty. “He does exactly…” I hiccupped, “…what you said men do. He takes what isn’t his, and doesn’t give a flying crap about consent. How disgusting is that? Like, how can you enjoy sleeping with someone who doesn’t want it?”

The room echoed with skin slapping, moans, and filthy words. “Fuck your stepdaughter harder,” Sarah urged him while fingering me. “Fill that tight pussy.” Jake finally lost control. He had me on my back, legs over his shoulders in a mating press. Sarah sat on my face as he pounded me mercilessly. The angle hit so deep I saw stars. I licked Sarah frantically while my stepbrother destroyed my cunt. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” Jake warned, thrusting faster. “Do it,” I moaned into Sarah’s pussy. “Cum in your stepsister!”

I had to sell my lie. Blake's brows arched, his lips pressing tight. “Can you take bigger?” I shrugged. “Maybe.” A mischievous glint passed through his eyes. In one quick move, he snatched the condoms from my hand. Picking one out, he tore it open effortlessly. “Get up,” he ordered, rolling the protection over his thick erection. “Show me how you can take it.” When I didn't move, he reached for me, grabbed my arm and pulled me up. His lips collided with mine before I could protest.