Violación Novels & Stories

Viola needed a Dom then, so we fitted perfectly. Thinking about it now, Viola was a vixen. She understood everything. She made it easy to enjoy the new scope we were exploring. She knew every apparatus,the pleasure they bring and how to maximise them. Whether he later changed his mind or he got jealous of how we constantly praised Viola, he crossed the lines. Doms can sublet their Sub to fellow Doms if they wish. Taking a Sub without the consent of their Doms is unheard of. It was betrayal to the brotherhood but Daniels did.

she sobbed. He thrust deeper, harder. “Wrong answer.” “Y-yours! It’s yours!” she cried into the paper. “Better,” he grunted, his pace quickening into a relentless pounding. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing her mercilessly as he fucked her from behind. It was too much. The dual stimulation, the forbidden act, the constant fear of the door opening… she was shattering. Her orgasm ripped through her, a silent, violent convulsion.

A plug, heavy steel warmed by his palm. “Breathe.” He pushed. The stretch burned; she whimpered, trying to rise onto her toes to escape it. A firm hand between her shoulder blades forced her flat again. Inch by merciless inch the plug seated deep inside her pussy, so full she felt it in her throat. A low vibration started, steady and cruel. Viktor leaned over her, mouth at her ear. “That stays until I decide otherwise.”

I don't want to be in this bedroom any longer than necessary. I lay the files on the desk when we get to my office. Mirela and I start going through one, and the others start going through the rest. At first, my anger doesn't let me process what I'm reading. When I do, I feel nothing but rage. Brock was selling the female cubs to be breeders. I don't see what he did with the males yet, but this is enough for me to know he's dead. It won't be quick. I will torture him myself.

It cleared its throat with the sound of a dozen papers being shuffled. “Ahem. Notification of violation. Plot designation: ‘The Hearth.’ Entity cluster: ‘The Weavers, assorted.’” We stared. It was a functionary. A cosmic paper-pusher. “Violation of what?” I asked, wiping my hands on my apron. The form consulted a scrolling list. “Violation of Reality Code 451, subsection B: ‘Unsanctioned Amplification of Minor Emotional Events.’ Specifically, you are hereby cited for… ‘Excessive and Repeated Generation of Unregistered Micro-Joys.’”

Ava’s POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasn’t just a personal preference. It was survival; I had to avoid them in order to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps, a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, no way, I'll never do that, that's how I survived my first year in Westbridge University, and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year.

she laughed and continued "So we have been communicating frequently since then. Actually disgust made me stop crushing on him" "Disgust?" She really didn't understand what comfort was driving at. "Yes, the fact that he could stoop so low to have s*x with someone he wasn't romantically involved with in a public toilet disgusts me" "Ohhhh" she found what Fidelia said very reasonable. "But how sure are you they aren't dating?" She had her doubt. "Well, that was what he told me" she said as she picked up her phone and stood up "Where are you off to?"

He points out, causing my insides to twist in disgust. Each year Vicktor is becoming more aggressive towards me. His disgusting actions almost pushed me to the urge to kill myself. The first time he did things to me without my consent, I couldn't bare the emotional trauma he has put on me. I was so close to ending it because everyone shut me out no matter how hard I fought and had all the evidence on how Vicktor violated me.

I wanted to see the disbelief and annoyance on knowing that the girl he had treated like a common slut, the girl he had proposed to fuck all night, my lower abdomen tightened at the remembrance of those words, of the whispers against my ear, of the involuntary shiver those words had sent up my spine. And I hated every bit of it. Both the fact that my body had even given the tiniest bit of reaction to someone like Axel Ivanov and the fact that I was even remembering it right now. I hated it. And I blamed it on the fact that it's been long, excruciating, and painfully long since I had a good fuck. Hell, that I had any fuck at all. It's been so long that I couldn't even remember the last time t

For a moment, Ava was totally speechless. The next second, she stood rightaway. "You are wrong, mother! He tried to rape me. He hit my face, he called me whore!" She was thinking to tell mother he insulted her too, and Del, but she didn't want to hurt her feeling. Mother looked surprised. "Did he?" "Yes, and it was not just rough... or passionate like you just said. It was horrible, and violent, and..." she tried to find the right word.