Non Consensual Stories Novels & Stories

Just in time she was rescued, but he was not a white knight. A credible threat of death from a killer obliterates consent, so this series was nominated for NonConsent/Reluctance. The pain she embraces is balanced with pleasure. The use of bondage equipment suggests this story could be in BDSM. Perhaps a subsequent series might qualify as a Romance or Novel. ************ 1. Friday Night Patrol

In the small southern town of Conroy, it was impossible to find a woman who wasn’t engrained with the towns thinking. No sex before marriage. It was the scandal of the town that my wife Beth had gotten pregnant right out of high school. I hadn’t been the one to get her pregnant, but I was thinking surely she wasn’t one of those no sex until married types, seeing as though she’d gotten knocked up by the towns hero, Brock Hilson. Brock Hilson was a high school football jock who stole my position as starting quarterback on varsity. This so called “hero” had not only refused to claim Beth’s child, but denied having sex with her even though the entire school knew they had been dating for six mont

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."

The characters, settings, and scenarios are fictional and meant for escapism—not intended to reflect or encourage real-life behavior without consent or responsibility. This book may feature content that explores various sexual dynamics, fantasies, and preferences. All encounters are consensual in nature, even if they unfold in daring or unconventional contexts. However, if you're uncomfortable with mature themes or erotic storytelling, this book may not be for you. --- Legal & Copyright Notice

****** Sam's stepfather continues using her body. There's no real plot here, just fucking. This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Enjoy.

It is NOT reflective of real-life healthy relationships or consensual practices. If any of the above themes trigger, disturb, or upset you — even in fantasy — DO NOT READ. Close the story now and choose something lighter. By continuing, you confirm you are an adult who understands this is extreme fictional smut, and you consent to reading it at your own discretion. No judgment here — just making sure you’re prepared for how nasty it gets. Alexander Voss’s POV

I broke off all sex with my mistresses now that I was officially getting married and she was giving me what I desired. However, over the two months before my girlfriend's pregnancy was confirmed, my two mistresses also came down with something similar to the flu, though they still insisted on letting me fuck them. Unlike my girlfriend, they never caught on to the fact that the condoms I used always broke, allowing me to feel the raw pleasure of being inside them caused.

The cock in her pussy thrusting in, the cock in her mouth pushing deep, a brutal, perfect symmetry of violation. Her asshole was a tight, untouched ring of panic. But a hand—she didn’t know whose—was there, slicking it with something cold and greasy. A fingertip pressed, then circled. “This one’s next,” a voice rasped behind her. “They’re voting for it in the chat. Anal for the stream slut.” The terror flared again, bright and sharp. But Sam’s voice cut through it. “Let them have it, Clarissa. You’re already theirs. Just feel it.”

“But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties loose. The other man grabbed my tits. His palms were rough, Father. My breath hitched, and I just… I let him.” “Stop,” I croaked. It was a pathetic plea. “I let them fondle me in that room, their hands caressing every inch of my body. Even parts I didn’t think they would touch,” she breathed, the sound of her lips moving almost audible through the screen. “One of the men had slipped a finger into my asshole. At the end of it, I was crying out in pl

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.