Nonconsensual Novels & Stories

] 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

"As long as you keep giving us what we want, Quinn, we'll keep the video to ourselves. Make plans to meet us twice a week. Telling the police this time will do you no good. Clearly, you consented to everything. Your mom and dad will hate you. Your life will be ruined. I'm going to have to do my junior year again because of you, Quinn. Derrick might have failed since he can't make up all the work from two weeks of being out, and he wasn't doing great in the first place. We own you now, Quinnie. You'll be our little se8x toy until we decide otherwise." He walked away then. I didn't turn to see Derrick's face. I just got in my car and revved the engine. I was ashamed of what I had done. What ha

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.

“Okay. What then? You plan on reporting it or what?” Vincent was taken aback. “No. Why would I do that?” “Why wouldn’t you?” She let out a dry laugh. “A teacher and a student having sex at a Halloween party. In what book does that make any moral sense?” He took a steadying breath. “Did you feel forced?” She blinked. “What?” “I said,” he tried again, “At any time when we had sex, did I do anything that felt non-consensual?” She thought about everything from start. From when he had burst into the room and gotten rid of those guys.

She raises an eyebrow. “Do you have proof?” “Mr. Blackwood does. Server logs. Intercepted messages. The burner phone Eze carried tonight. It’s in his possession.” She nods slowly. “We’ll need your full statement. On record.” I lean forward. “I’ll give it to you. But I want one thing clear.” She waits. “Everything between Damian Blackwood and me is consensual. Everything. The collar. The sex. The kink. The pain. The pleasure. I chose it. I chose him. If you try to twist that into coercion, you’re not fighting corruption. You’re fighting consent.”

They all looked at me. “Because if we don’t write rules for ‘no,’ someone else will write ‘yes’ under friendlier branding,” I said. “Better we say, explicitly: this is off‑limits. Here’s why. Here’s what counts as coercion, and here’s what counts as informed consent, and here’s how we know the difference.” Niko grimaced. “Gray areas,” he said. “My favorite.” “Welcome to civil rights,” Bash’s voice floated from the doorway. He stepped in, hair damp, tie askew, as if he’d just come from court and straight into our mess.

Elias closed his eyes. “Did he ask permission?” Subject One stared at me. For a moment, I wondered if the word was too abstract. Consent had no meaning in a cage. Permission was something people invented when no one could force them. Then Subject One spoke. “No.” One word. Enough to destroy a defense built on medicine. Caleb’s eyes were bright. He turned his face away, pretending to check the monitor. Daniel’s jaw was tight. “We need this recorded.” “It is,” Mara said quietly.

but she wouldn't touch me. Not without consent. My consent. "First of all, we don't do married women. So, are you still married?"

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.

“Was it consensual?” Viral opened his lips, but couldn’t utter a word for a while. He clutched his shirt over his chest, attempting to cover it. “It was never consensual.” His voice was rather flat. It happened multiple times? “He is upstairs?” Knight’s eyes glowed. “ Who?” Knight could barely talk as the matter stung him fuming his rage. He was thinking of those bulked guys laying a hand on this small framed beta. It was utterly enraging .