Rape Fantasy Novels & Stories

The content includes, but is not limited to: ● Intense non-consensual fantasy themes (CNC) and total power exchange ● Extreme degradation and humiliating language (very nasty, filthy dirty talk) ● Graphic depictions of rough anal sex, double penetration, fisting, gape play, and multiple forced orgasms ● Public exposure and voyeurism (being watched by strangers/guests) ● Breeding/impregnation kink with raw creampies and cum play ● Bodily fluids (spit, squirt, piss drinking, ass-to-mouth, cum eating/swapping) ● Heavy BDSM elements: cropping, restraints, objectification, and pain play ● Group/voyeur scenes escalating to potential multi-partner use ● Complete dehumanization and slave/master dyna

His hand slipped beneath my dress. “Don’t fucking touch me, Wraith.” “Oh, stop the pretense, and let’s get this over with.” I felt his finger slip into me, and I shoved him off with every bit of strength I had left. It barely made any difference, but he seemed to get the info—that’s what I thought, but then, I was once again back against the wall as he ripped off my panties. “Do it then. Rape me. Show me the monster you fucking are, Ronan Wraith.”

She threw her shoulders to no avail as Roy approached, "I'm really going to get raped!!" This was actually happening - Tara's fantasies were invading reality, making her giddy with excitement and fear. She was shivering, the hot men surrounding her on all sides stroking their thick manhoods before her wide-open eyes. This wasn't a dream. She breathed hard, their musk thick and heavy all around her.

The moment Dante starts fucking him, ramblings of: “Oh fuck yes, Daddy, fuck me just like that, please—I need your cock, please—deeper—” is what fills the room. “Fuck, Taiga, you’re so fucking sexy. See how your pretty nipples bounce when I fuck you?” Dante catches one of his buds in his mouth and sucks on it while he rams into his pussy until Taiga is screaming. Taiga grabs Dante’s hair and tugs it to ground himself. “Da-da-Dant—” Dante rolls his tongue over his nipple, sucking on it and leaving it with a wet pop sound. “Mmmm… Daddy… ahhhh… fuck…”

One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversensitive clit. “Come again,” he growled. “I want to feel you milk me.” She did—sobbing into the sheets, squirting hard around him. Only then did he let go—pulling out to paint hot stripes across her ass and back while Jade watched with hooded eyes, fingers lazily circling her own clit. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slick and breathless. After a moment, Jade kissed Lila softly, tasting herself on her lips.

she stammered. I snorted and leaned away from her. Despite her own words, the smell of her arousal had grown stronger. Did women genuinely get turned on at a rape fantasy? This girl needs help because she’s getting turned on at the idea of me raping her. “I’m not big on rape fantasies, so if that is your kink, sorry to disappoint you. I’m not a rapist, and I don’t want to be, even if it’s just a role play. I suggest finding a new kink you would like me to indulge. Till then… follow me. I’ll take you back to the main room.” I said, turning to head back.

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

My legs felt shaky as I descended the stairs, the cool wood against my bare feet doing nothing to calm the fire still burning between my thighs. The dream clung to me like a second skin, Alex’s thick cock stretching me open, his dirty growls in my ear, the way I’d moaned like a slut while he fucked me senseless in my own bed. My soaked panties rubbed against my swollen clit with every step, sending little sparks up my spine. I tugged the hem of my tiny sleep shorts down, but they barely covered anything. My thin tank top clung to my breasts, nipples still hard and obvious. Part of me hoped he’d notice. The other part was terrified he would.

The wet heat becomes a tight, muscled grip. He grips her hips, imagining the hard, lean lines of a sexy professor’s waist. He thrusts forward, hard and deep, pretending the body against his is hairless and smooth. He pictures Adrian's face, the angry eyes. The fantasy is so potent, so vivid, that it completely overtakes reality. “Adrian,” Ryder moans, the name falling from his lips like a prayer. “Fuck, Adrian.” The woman freezes. The rhythm shatters instantly. She pulls away, turning around with a look of utter disgust and fury on her face.

He disappeared into his home office, leaving her aching and confused on the couch. Later that night, alone in the guest room, Sophie couldn’t settle. Her body hummed with unmet need. She stripped down to nothing and slipped under the sheets, hand sliding between her thighs. She was soaked. As her fingers circled her clit, she imagined Ryan’s much larger hands instead. His deep voice in her ear. His body pressing her into the mattress. Soft gasps escaped her. She tried to stay quiet, but the fantasy was too vivid—Ryan calling her “good girl,” telling her how long he’d wanted this.