NonConsensual Sex Stories

The dream of a fourteen-year-old boy of being fucked by a hunky French yacht captain morphs into reality and the yacht captain morphs into a big black bull on the beach when the boy is shipwrecked on the coast of Africa. What follows is a total, primeval taking and a decision of what world the boy wants to live in.

College kid needs to use the dorm restroom, but two coed are blocking the way. Illustrated.

A girl and her step-brother go to a Christmas party.

Spencer, a single male with submissive tendencies, moves to a rural backwater called Pikes Hill, and soon finds that its community has unusual qualities that excite his inner desires. He soon learns that the hierarchy there is a matriarchal one, the males there living under a code of servile obedience under the stern heel of womanhood. Becoming acquainted with the women there, he realises that he has become not just an object of dominant feminine desire, but an asset to be put to good use.

This was a totally different Wendy from the lady I’d seen fucking a young bull the other day. If I didn’t know any better it was a act, and a terrible one at that, but soon she finished with him and walked out of sight.

He was not one of Cathy's favourite Tutors for she felt his eyes stripping her naked whenever she sat in his classes. She wouldn't have minded so much if it was that new Professor Blunt in Media Studies for he was quite cute. Professor Tomas was everything but; he was fifty at least and quite horrible.

The story follows Danielle "Danni" Carter, an eighth-grader at Stephens Junior Academy, as she grapples with the looming dread of the school's infamous Mailgirl Program. This tradition, shrouded in mystery and fear, selects eighth-grade girls over the age of 14 to serve as mailgirls, requiring them to perform their duties completely nude, regardless of weather conditions. Danni, along with her friends Rachel and Carla, is terrified of being chosen, as the selection process is unpredicted

Mad scientist takes advantage of women using a new drug. He gets what he deserves in the end, specifically in his rear end. Includes age play, but all sex participants are over 18.

She woke up chained in paradise—bare, collared, leaking, and wrong. Her name stolen, her limbs unlearning how to walk, her body twisted into something obscene and obedient. In this pastel prison of picket fences and Stepford smiles, she isn't a woman anymore. She's a pet. A fuckpet. And everyone treats her like she was born to crawl, whimper, and serve. But she remembers. She remembers being human. Even if no one else does. Welcome to the neighborhood!

So far, I've sequenced these stories in chronological order. Right now, Charlene and I are living in the first house I ever owned, purchased while we lived in the servants quarters. THIS story goes back to those quarters. It's pure fiction, but damn, I wish it were true. Sheila is real, as are all my characters.