Rape Scenes Novels & Stories

Maureen switches the view to the rear camera and shows the silence of the vast landscape that has the swimming pool as the center of the compound, then returns to her half exposed body. "Did you really stab that?" Angga didn't believe or want to see? Maureen comes out of the water completely, then sits on the edge of the pool's divider as she opens her thighs, revealing the cleavage Angga always said sucked his manhood so violently. "Look at this, Sweetheart." Maureen's middle finger shows her friction on the opium hole for men who have ever felt. Slowly going in, a little, deeper and faster. "Fuck!" Angga swears again, more, as his big fingers massage his manhood with a lubricating gel Maur

The screens showed live feeds of other rooms, and other people. A couple in one room was fucking on a table, the woman bent over while two men took turns. In another, a woman was tied spread-eagle, a man teasing her with a vibrator while she begged. Clara’s breath caught. Heat flooded between her legs. She was instantly wet. Julian sat on the couch and pulled her onto his lap, her back to his chest. His hand slid under her skirt, fingers pushing her soaked panties aside. “Watch them,” he said against her ear.

Clare continued to channel surf. Suddenly the screen was full of moving parts which Clare couldn’t quite relate to anything she’d ever seen before. It took a couple of seconds for her to realise that she had stumbled upon the porn channel Francesca had spoken about. On screen was a close-up of an impressively large penis penetrating a shaven vagina, accompanied by sounds of moaning that could have been in any language but were probably Swedish. Clare was so transfixed that she hardly noticed when Francesca finally emerged, looking no different from when she had last paraded for Clare’s approval, and sat down beside her on the green leather couch. She slung an arm casually around Clare’s neck

Hope knows I am not a morning person, and I need to be coaxed. I flop over on my back, kick off my blanket, "I'll be right down. Leave me some coffee, or someone might die." I hear a laugh, "No worries, we already know." I hear Hope's footsteps heading down the hall. I pull myself out of bed and into the bathroom. Time to get the day started. I turn on the shower and undress. I catch a glimpse of my mate mark in the mirror. Looking at myself naked makes me cringe because that damn mark is staring back at me. It has been about a month since "The Fight," as it's called now. I have healed completely and have minimal scarring, considering the extent of my injuries. It was primarily cuts and brui

Barely ten minutes after my first scene, while I was still trembling, cum drying on my stomach and breasts, Mara clapped her hands sharply. “Quick reset! We’re doing the bonus raw bonus scene. Standing against the wall. No condom this time. Real creampie. Elena, you good?” My legs felt like jelly. My freshly fucked pussy was still pulsing, sore and sensitive, leaking my own juices down my inner thighs. But something darker and hungrier had woken up inside me. I nodded before my brain could catch up.