Non Consensual Stories Novels & Stories

“Guys. Please. I want to get home too. I just can’t do an all nighter.” “Yes, Alpha.” --- Trigger Warning: This story is rated 18+. It contains descriptions of acts such as non-consensual sex, abuse, suicide, and other heavy negative emotional activity which some readers may find triggering. Please keep that in mind when moving forward with reading this story. Thank you! <3

Upon wanting to believe him do I move to see something else that was labeled as CNC or Consent Non Consent. Curious, I moved to further read what it truly meant. The example being one if they kidnapped a person against they’re better judgement, and I couldn’t help but snort as I roll carefully my eyes. Typical. A part of me now curious to see how this would fit into the sexual fantasy area as I move to check on maybe.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

“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.”

They’d planned an event: an open mic night where people could share personal stories anonymously or not. “They asked me to read something,” Daniel said, setting the flyer down. “But I told them I didn’t think my story mattered.” Ryan tilted his head. “Why not?” “Because I was complicit,” Daniel said. “I didn’t hurt anyone, but I watched. I knew. And I did nothing for a long time.” Ryan looked at him for a long time. “That doesn’t mean your voice doesn’t matter.” Daniel exhaled. “Then you should be there too.”

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

I wanted to be used like a total slut. I took a quick shower, but I didn’t bother cleaning my pussy too much. I wanted to stay dirty. I put on a tiny black dress that barely covered my ass and no underwear, and my nipples poked through the thin fabric. I called a taxi and gave the driver the address of an underground sex club I had heard about online. A place with no names, no rules except consent, and rooms where anything goes.

The cozy suburban home of your best friend Mark is quiet midday, since Mark and his dad Tyson are out visiting old friends at a gay bar and staying there for a few days to catch up. You swing by with the spare key to grab your forgotten laptop from Mark's room, packed with explicit hentai videos and pornographic images of busty milfs getting railed by massive cocks, creamy cum shots dripping from stretched pussies, tentacles fucking every hole.*

Instead, what had welcomed was the squelching sound of their sex in the air. It hurt. Badly. “No, Rosa, you are barely trying. What you need is good sex. Someone capable of taking you to the stars and back,” Cindy said, her eyes scanning the bar as she spoke. We both worked as bartenders, sometimes doubling as waitresses. “Cindy!” I whisper-yelled, my face heating at the thought of another man—a stranger—touching me, wanting me, with no strings attached. If I were being honest, it had always been one of my fantasies.

Or so we thought. “Nat, I’d never go to a place like Coverts without you. Is that even safe?” “Baby, there is security everywhere, you know that. Besides, you can meet someone and not have to worry about them disclosing to the world who you are. NDAs and all of that. Very discreet.” I was becoming increasingly frustrated. “Nathan, you’re asking me to break my vows. I just... I can’t.” “I want you to go. And come back and tell me all about it. Don’t leave out any detail.”