Voyeurism Stories

An alternative timeline story
Roshana convinces Polana to film with her today, little do either of them know how perverse the day will become. Slow build.

Sarah is a mature crossdresser with a dark past. Searching to relive something that happened to her when she was a teenager, she agrees to meet a man in a no-tell motel but is totally unprepared for what is about to happen to her. A group of men have their own plans involving submission and degradation.

A Nate and Nora Story
A Halloween party descends into chaos

Claire accepts that she is a lifestyle goonette.

Shy artist Emma feels insecure and hides beneath layers of clothing. Her new art teacher, Ms. Amberley, infamous for a controversial exhibit, demands raw vulnerability. Emma is forced to agree to a humiliating performance: standing nude at a school exhibition for attendees to write on her body. Shockingly, the school and her parents escalate this into a year-long "living art" project, stripping her of all clothing and dignity. Trapped, Emma must find a way to reclaim control. / (Reviews)

A story in the Fantasy Ravishment Universe
In the frozen heart of occupied France, 1943, a remote nunnery becomes a crucible of sacrilege. SS soldiers descend, executing the men and claiming the thirty nuns for seven days of unrelenting violation. From altar to ashes, innocence is stripped, burned, and reborn in fire. A haunting tale of survival, defiance, and the dark resilience that endures beyond the flames. A Week of Sacrilege in the Snow.

husband discovers his wife's fetish of submitting to an older couple, so helps set it up and he must submit also.

Kira arrives at the neon rave painted in fake clothes—thin neon straps over bare tits, illusory thong framing her dripping cunt. Ecstasy hits, paint fails, strangers grope, security fingers, gloryholes choke her throat, crowds surf her leaking holes, tents double-penetrate and golden-shower her branded body. By dawn she's a cum-flooded, piss-soaked, sharpie-slurred festival fuckpig, holes gaping, still begging for more ruin.

A lonely housewife calls a rugged plumber for a dripping sink. When he declares it fixed, she lifts her skirt, unleashes a hot golden stream, and purrs, “I think it’s broken—can you fix it?” What follows is a relentless, no-limits weekend of raw, filthy passion: piss-soaked floors, bound wrists, taboo floods, and bodies breaking again and again in sweat-drenched ecstasy.