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Forced Sex Stories / Re: Stolen: Chapter 4 (Latest Chapter added: 09-15)
« Last post by gscmar64 on September 16, 2017, 04:46:05 PM »
Nice way to continue her degradation at his hands (Sorry at his feet) ;D
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Forced Sex Stories / Re: Stolen: Chapter 4 (Latest Chapter added: 09-15)
« Last post by Jed on September 16, 2017, 11:59:28 AM »
This is very good Emily.  Thank you for sharing it with us.

The sock under the table and her fear as she is forced to call him 'Daddy' and knows so much more is coming.
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News and Current Events / I guess he likes marathons
« Last post by vile8r on September 15, 2017, 10:17:51 PM »
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Some people like the rush of adrenaline when they run....this guy likes it in a.....different way. :P

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Forced Sex Stories / Re: Stolen: Chapter 4 (Latest Chapter added: 09-15)
« Last post by Emily on September 15, 2017, 10:03:19 PM »
CHAPTER 4: I BELONG TO YOU
Written: 09-15-2017
Revised: 09-15-2017   

September 22nd. Twelve days before the Room.

   My life changed forever after my thirteenth birthday. Things that I loved were suddenly enjoyable no longer. Hanging out with my friends became a chore, and even the smallest things like homework or sleeping became hard to focus on. I could still smell the alcohol on my stepdad’s breath, stinging and hot, and I could still feel his hand gripping my wrist tightly. He had held me so hard he left a bruise. But even despite the physical reminders of him, the worst part was what he left in my head. I could still feel his hands on my body. Touching me. Caressing me. Doing things that I hated and didn’t want him to do.

   It was bad enough having all of these marks on my body to remind me of yesterday, but having to live under the same roof as him was hell. He constantly teased me about it. Pretending as though I wanted it and maybe, in his own sick mind, I did. But in mine, I didn’t. I just wanted to have fun with my friends, swim in the pool, eat hamburgers, and stay up late to gossip and talk about boys. But he took all of that away from me.

   I didn’t find being with my friends fun after that. I didn’t go swimming, telling everyone I simply wasn’t feeling well. I was hoping my Mom would ask me what was wrong. Why I suddenly became ill after going in the house with Greg, but she was so enamoured by his charms. All she said was to take some Tylenol and to go lay down. I couldn’t believe it. I ran to my room, locked the door, and cried myself to sleep under the sheets of my bed.

   I thought tomorrow would be a better day. That things couldn’t get worst. But they did. They always did with him. The next day went on without incident, mostly because Greg was at work and I never left my room. My whole body felt numb. Even as I lay in bed and touched my fingers to my skin, retracing where Greg’s hands had been yesterday. It’s like my own skin felt nothing anymore except his touch.

   That was how I ended up spending most of my day. Laying in bed and trying to feel something, in between bouts of crying and sleeping. I felt so different after what he did, and I hated it. I hated everything. I hated him.

   So, you can imagine my horror when I heard him walk through the front door, coming home late from work, followed by my Mother’s voice from the kitchen telling me to come eat dinner. I wanted to argue with her so bad. To scream and tell her what that sick asshole had done to me yesterday. But I knew better than that. Mom always took his side, it was like she didn’t even care about me anymore.

   I slumped my shoulders in defeat and crept into the kitchen where I sat down without saying a word to my Mom or Greg. Both of them noticed my silence, and my Mom decided to scold me for it.

   “Greg just got home, and you’re not going to say hello to him?”

   Greg smiled at me as my Mother scolded, saying, “That’s okay, dear. She’s probably still not feeling well after yesterday. Is that what’s wrong?”

   I averted looking into his eyes directly and simple nodded.

   “See?” He looked at my Mom, “Peanut’s just not feeling well.”

   I couldn’t believe he called me that. Or that he even knew about it. Peanut was my Dad’s nickname for me when I was little. I felt angry hearing that word from him. I clenched my fists tightly under the table and wanted to hit him. He took everything away from me and now he wanted to take the memory of my Dad away, too.

   I stared at him with contempt as I watched he and my Mother speak while she served us dinner before joining us at the table. It seemed like they ignored me completely as they talked amongst themselves. I drowned out their voices, while slumping in my chair and flicking peas back and forth across my plate. But Greg noticed this, and being the man he was, he wouldn’t let me ignore him for longer than a few minutes.

   I nearly jumped out of my seat as I felt it. His foot, covered in a sweaty sock, rubbing against my bare thighs. I wanted to leap out of the chair and run, but I didn’t. I just sat quietly as he touched me the same way he did the day before. He rubbed in circles along my smooth skin, leaving wet traces from his socks.

   Then he started to get bolder and exert his control over me. He started tapping my thigh with his foot gently. I knew what he wanted and I complied, opening my legs slightly wider for him. He smiled at me from the across the table, loving my submissiveness, and started to rub higher, inching ever closed to my mound. I suddenly began to regret my decision to have changed into my pajamas so early, realizing that my shorts were not only loose fitting, but were very, very thin as well.

     I felt his wet toes wiggling just at the edge of the fabric of my shorts. Instinctively, I tried to close my legs tightly, not wanting him to go further, but he gave me a stern look from across the table. I realized he was losing his patience, and I knew what he would do if he did. I did my best to hold back the tears and simply parted my legs again for him. I felt his wet toes slip underneath my shorts as he and my Mother simply continued to chat about their day.

   I let out a soft whimper as I felt his toes brush against my pussy, through the thin fabric on my panties. It felt wet to the touch, and I knew it was not just because of his socks. I was being turned on by this; by him. I hated myself for it, just like I did yesterday. But I couldn’t help it. I let out a moan as I felt him begin to push in and rub, up and down, through the fabric of my soaked panties.

   My face went red as my Mother heard it and looked at me. I thought for a moment she knew what was going on. That she would save me from this man. But she didn’t. Instead of helping me, she told me she was going to get me some Tylenol and a glass of water, thinking I was just feeling sick. I guess in a way she was right, but no medicine was going to help me now. I tried to protest, not wanting to be left alone with Greg, but she insisted and left, leaving he and I all alone at the table.

   He continued to rub my crotch, teasing, “While I have you all alone, Peanut. Let me explain something to you. What happened last night is going to happen again. You’re mine now. And if you even think of telling your Mother, or your friends, or going to the police,” He threatened, pressing his toe hard into my pussy. “Then you and your Mom are fucking dead. Got that, Peanut?”

   I couldn’t fight back the tears anymore, but I nodded back at him.

   “Then say it. Be a good girl and tell Daddy who you belong to.”

   I swallowed. “I belong to you.”

   He pressed his foot harder between my legs. “To you, what?”

   “Don’t make me say it, please!” I pleaded.

   He pressed harder again. “Say it.” He repeated.

   “I belong to you… Daddy.” I whispered, defeated.

   “Damn right you do, slut.” He sneered.

   My Mom returned just after he said that, and found me crying. She asked what was wrong and I lied to her, telling her I felt sick and asked if I could go and lie down. She handed me the Tylenol and glass of water and told me to go to my room. I felt Greg’s foot slip from under my shorts as I stood up. I ran to my room and hid away under the sheets. I cried myself to sleep for the second night in a row as I wondered if I would wake to him in my bed again…
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Sex Talk / Re: Primate penis size
« Last post by Calmormy on September 15, 2017, 12:13:09 AM »
I know I'm not very smart. So come to ask for knowledge from all of you.

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Forced Sex Stories / Re: Stolen: Chapter 2 (Latest Chapter added: 09-07)
« Last post by Emily on September 14, 2017, 07:10:37 PM »
CHAPTER 3: A PERFECT SPECIMEN
Written: 09-13-2017
Revised: 09-14-2017   

   As I opened my eyes, I hoped that what little I could recall of yesterday’s events were all just a bad dream. But as my eyes became focused, and I could see nothing but darkness around me, I swallowed and realized that I was really here – that this room was very real, and that I was really trapped within it’s confines, naked and alone.

   Or so I thought. Suddenly, I heard what sounded like voices from high above me. I held my breath and listened closely. There was nothing but silence. I thought maybe I was losing my mind with all that had been going on, but then I heard it again. It was definitely a person’s voice. A woman by the sound of it, but I couldn’t be sure. 

   I contemplated calling out for a moment. I thought maybe that person could rescue me from this place. But then I realized something else, too. That person may be the one who put me here. I suddenly felt terrified, more so than I already was, thinking that maybe this person was going to hurt me or do something perhaps even worse…

   I knew that sooner or later I was going to find out what was going on. I guess, despite everything about this room, I had hoped it wouldn’t be as soon as it was, as suddenly I was blinded by an intense light radiating from the ceiling. I covered my eyes and panicked, scurrying about on the mattress and curling into a ball.

   Then I heard that voice again, only this time, it was much closer. Then, I heard footsteps, followed by a second voice, this one sounding more like a man. I was terrified and shaking as I heard them moving closer to me. I thought that this was it for me. I was going to die. Without any control of myself, I felt a warmth pooling between my legs and I realized I was peeing!

   I was so embarrassed and yet, I did not move. Not even as the footsteps got louder and louder, until they stopped suddenly. My eyes were shut tightly, and my whole body was shaking. I could feel someone close to me. Very close to me. Then I heard the woman speak and I knew they were standing right in front of me.

   “Such a filthy little creature, isn’t she?” She spoke harshly.

   “Indeed.” The man replied. “But she is quite beautiful in such a state, don’t you think?” He asked, sounded amused.

   I heard the woman chuckle, and then I flinched as I felt a hand on my hip, rubbing it softly. “Of course. She is, after all, in her natural state, and my, what a beautiful specimen she is.”

   I felt her hand leave my hip and slide under my arms, groping my breast. “She has such perfect breasts, too. Tiny but well formed, and I’m sure she still had plenty of growing to do.”

   I winced as I felt two fingers then pinching my nipples. “Such tiny nipples she has. I can hardly wait to see them clamped, pierced, and tied to some weights.”

   As the woman still squeezed at my breasts, I suddenly felt another pair of hands begin to rub my bottom, gently scrapping dried mud from my skin with his fingers.

   He then worked his fingers lower until he was rubbing between my tightly closed legs. I heard him sniffing as he tried to force his fingers between my thighs. “Do you smell that, darling?” He asked.

   “Smell what?” She replied.

   “Our little captive here pissed herself.” I felt his fingers leave my thighs and heard more sniffing. “Yeah,” He laughed, “She definitely pissed herself.”

   “What a truly filthy little creature.” I heard her remark, before speaking again. “Put her out. It’ll be easier to get her upstairs that way.”

   “You’re the boss.” I heard him reply. Then they both went quiet. The only sound I could hear with my head still pressed against my chest was rustling. Like someone was searching through their backpack for a book or something. I swallowed and wondered what they might be doing. It was all I could think about, but I didn’t dare open my eyes. Then suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my neck.

   Just moments after, I felt weak. Not exhaustion weak, but like I was paralyzed. I tried to move, but I couldn’t. I tried to speak, but my lips wouldn’t move. For the first time, I even tried to open my eyes but everything was blurry. My vision was nothing but clouds and shapes, moving as I felt myself being carried somewhere. I felt my mind slowly drifting away. As if I was being forced into falling to sleep. I just hoped, before I slipped into unconsciousness, that I would wake up.

   And I did. But as I realized the predicament I was in, I immediately wished secretly that I hadn’t. When I woke, I found that I was still naked. I also found that I had a pounding headache. I tried to place my hand to my head, only to find that I couldn’t move them. I looked over and saw that around my wrist was a leather cuff. I checked my other arm and found a similar looking cuff on my right wrist, too.

   I tried pulling on them, but they had been securely fastened with rope that had been pulled through metal hoops bolted to both sides of the bath tub I was sitting in. I began to panic, breathing heavily and trying to struggle against my bonds. I looked down as I fought, realizing my ankles had cuffs around them too. They were bound together with rope, forcing my ankles maybe an inch or two apart.

   I quickly tired myself out. I tried to catch my breath, but it proved a challenge with a ball gag filling my mouth, painfully stretching my jaw wide. As I struggled to breathe, I looked over at the door, finding the woman from earlier standing there with an amused look on her face. She was smiling, but somehow, that didn’t make me feel any better.

   “Fight all you want, dear. You won’t escape those bonds. Tougher and bigger creatures than you have tried.” She said coldly, walking towards the tub.

   The woman stopped in front of me and sat on the edge of the tub. She gently brushed her fingers across my face, brushing away strands of my hair that had fallen in my struggles to escape.

   “You are so beautiful, pet, do you know that?” She asked, still rubbing my cheek. She laughed, then mused, “Oh, of course. You can’t speak, can you? Here,” She said, “Let me help you.”

   I then watched in terror as the woman reached behind my head and unbuckled the strap, pulling the gag from my lips and setting it aside. As I looked at the ceiling and noticed, for the first time, a camera above the tub pointing directly down at me. My eyes went wide and I started to struggle once more, realizing that I was being recorded.

   But no matter how much I fought, or pulled against those cuffs, I couldn’t set myself free. I was completely helpless despite my best intentions. The woman knew this too, which is precisely why she just looked on amusingly as I struggled and fought helplessly to escape. I quickly tired myself out and my hard jerks faded to pathetic tugs at those bonds. I soon stopped struggling altogether, and simply resigned myself to the fact that I wasn’t going anywhere unless this woman willed it. I thought maybe I could play along with her sick game, to earn her trust, and so I did.

   As the woman noted the increased pace of my breaths, and watched as my struggles slowed and stopped, she smiled softly and said, “Are you finished now, girl? You should know that you won’t escape this, so you may as well be a good girl and comply. If you don’t, well… let’s just say you wouldn’t be the first girl to be found dead in Lake Whittaker.”

   My eyes went wide as she mentioned the Lake. I knew what she was referring to, and I wondered if she and the other man were responsible for it. Over the past few years, there had been several young girls, ones just like me, who had turned up dead in it’s icy waters. Girls who had been abused, raped, and tortured. I felt my heart sink to the floor thinking that her threat might not be an empty one.

   The woman noticed my silence. “I see you know what I’m talking about. I’m sure you’re also wondering if it was us who killed those girls.” She spoke coldly, looking directly into my eyes while her hand rubbed in circles on my quivering chest.
   My whole body was trembling. It was like I was freezing cold, which in a way, I suppose I was, but this felt much different to that. I was terrified, but I did answer her simply, “A-a-are you?”

      She smiled at me and roughly squeezed my left breast, causing me to wince in pain. “Yes, my girl, I am. You see, my husband doesn’t like to kill pretty little creatures like you. No, he would prefer to keep you alive and use you for a good long time until you’re older and worn out. I, however, am much less patient when it comes to disobedience,” She explained, twisting my nipple painfully around, forcing a small whine from me. “You break the rules, and I’ll hurt you. You disobey, and I’ll really hurt you. You try and escape, or to fight us, and I’ll fucking kill you.”

   As that last threat escaped her mouth, she twisted my nipple even more. As I cried in pain, I thought that she was going to tear it from my breast. I begged her to stop, but she only twisted it further.

   “You are our slave, girl. You need to learn that, and we’re going to help you. You no longer have a home, parents or friends, or rights. You are our property, nothing more and nothing less. You are simply a thing, a toy for our amusement. Now say it.”

   I wanted to scream at her. To hit her, but my bonds were too tight and I knew that her threats were not empty ones. As I contemplated my choices, she pinched hard on my nipple, still twisted between her fingers. It hurt like hell and then she slapped me across the face.

   “Answer me, creature. What are you?” She repeated, her face looking uncaring and unflinching. This woman was pure evil, I thought.

   “I’m a t-toy…” I whispered softly.

   She pinched harder. “What was that?”

   “I’m a toy!” I screamed out loud. The pain in my chest was becoming excruciating and I needed relief. I would have done anything she asked just then, no matter how degrading or humiliating.

   And relief is what she gave me. She let go of my nipple and I instinctively tried to move my hand to my chest, but instead was reminded of the cuffs as I felt them going nowhere at all, despite my best attempts. I started to cry uncontrollably, my body shaking and wracked with pain.

   The woman simply laughed at me. I then felt her fingers brushing through my hair, before grabbing a handful and pulling. My head jerked back against the wall and she moved her face so close to mine that I could feel her breath on my neck.

   “And to whom do you belong, toy?” She asked.

   I sniffle and replied, “Y-y-you… I b-belong to y-you.”

   I saw her smile before she began to kiss my neck. I shuddered as her wet, warm lips sucked and licked at my flesh. I wondered just how worst things could possibly get as she whispered in my ear.

   “Yes, you do. And you’re going too for a very, very long time.”
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WARNING!    You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non-consensual sex. This story is all fiction and no characters in it are meant to resemble any real person. That’s the legal part. Here’s the important part to me. This is fantasy, by the author, to be shared with readers who share in such fantasies. That is the story’s sole purpose for being here. In the real world, this sort of behavior is simply not acceptable, period, by any of the laws or morals of any humane people. That means you too. If you actually hurt someone without their informed consent, just stop. Take a deep breath and stop right now. That’s not your right. A surprising number of subs exist out there, so take the time to meet one and make your corner of the world a better place. Don’t trash two lives letting your frustrations get the better of you.


The Succubus Comes of Age
(F/m, M/f, M+/f+, violence, ws)

“Come along, my child,” Samerina said, nearly slithering across the floor. “There are many men in this building. They will nourish you well and push you into maturity.”

“Yes, mother,” the younger girl said. She lacked her mother’s poise and confidence. She felt fear, and even a touch of shame from her nudity, which was new, and a sign of her new maturity. She recognized the dangers. All of which would end once she took her place as a mature succubus in the coven. Samerina was very clear on that point, as were all the others.

“You gain the powers and the will when you have sucked the life out of a man,” Samerina told her not long ago. “When you are ready to mature, which is not long from now, I will take you for a feast that we will share with our sisters. It will be immense. We will drain the men, and they will thank us with their dying breaths, or not. And then you will earn a name and you will be one of us forever.”

“I await it, mother,” she had replied, but she was still fearful. She did not have the calm or the will that would come.

Samerina floated gracefully up the staircase, her nude form undulating suggestively. She was eager to begin. Their sisters of the coven stayed behind for the moment, giving mother and initiate daughter a chance to take the first step. Her daughter followed nervously, but looking forward. She was not without desires and cravings. They were, she was learning, very powerful cravings, that would push her forward. With maturity they would rule her, but also push her forward for the better. Nothing, they said in the coven, could best the combined might of a succubus and her passions.

At the top of the stairs they paused, Samerina looking both ways down the hallways, sniffing. She pointed right. “That way. There is power there. Great life force. Tonight will be your success, my child. The first will give you powers and your first name. The second will give you serenity and purpose, as well as your second name.”

“Yes, mother. I feel the craving. I want it now. I’m ready now.”

They walked silently down the carpeted hall, not that they needed to. With the bulk of the coven in the building, all occupants would be either overpowered with sleep until they were awakened or made insensate to the disturbances. Some would even be transformed, to their own destruction of course. Samerina selected and opened the locked door of the right room. There were two beds there, and gear from the travelling men who occupied them. One had the nude form of a local bar whore draped on his side. Samerina went to that bed, lightly touching the female human on the neck. The woman stiffened up, her eyes flying open briefly, before she slumped off the bed, landing with a thud on the floor, her breathing ceased. Now Samerina slid onto the bed with the sleeping man, her hands going for his few sleeping clothes.

“Now, mother?”

“Yes, go to that one. You will know what to do, my child.” She did as her mother bid, sliding her own nude body into the bed with the other man. He was already mostly undressed, and she used her briefly razor-like fingernails to remove the rest. He stirred, but she knew they would not awaken until towards the end, when they were going full on. She used her fingers, and then her mouth, to attend to his cock, which quickly grew under her care. In the next bed, Samerina was already mounting her man. He was waking up, but seemed unbothered. In her own bed, with her own man, the young demon girl worked swiftly. She did, in fact, know exactly what to do. She climbed atop her man, guiding his cock into her untouched demon pussy. He awoke, but stared at her transfixed. As she rode him, sliding up and down, feeling the unbelievable sensation of sex for the first time, she began to go faster and faster. She could feel his life energy, just outside of her grasp. She could only take it in one way, and that was what she would do. She moaned as she fucked the doomed man harder and harder. Across the room Samerina was doing the same, but falling behind. She was surpassing her mother in lust and frenzy. The man seemed unbothered until near the end. She knew he was ready to cum. She felt it as a shimmering in his life force. He now seemed to sense it, and she felt him struggling. In his mind. Nothing showed up in his body. That would take a far stronger man. But as the last seconds ticked away, she felt his fear. He knew now what was happening. She just groaned and threw herself against him again and again. His hands clutched at her breasts, but not to fight her, however much he tried. As his cum came pouring out of him into her belly, she felt herself overwhelmed with such force as she could never have imagined. She knew it was the orgasm, but its wonder exceeded her expectations, high as they were, by a hundredfold. She felt herself crying out, loud and long. On her back, she felt the expected tearing. As her orgasm went on and on, and the man under her died under her, her wings burst forth for the first time. Only when it ended did she regain her composure.

Right away she bolted up, listening for the sounds of footsteps. Samerina, just finishing her man, grinned. “They cannot hear you, my child. Do not worry at all.” At that moment, the door to the bathroom opened, flooding light into the dark room. Another bar whore stepped out. “Kill her, my daughter,” Samerina said. “It seems she has a strong will.”

As the woman gawked, trying to scream, Samerina watched in satisfaction as her daughter rushed forward, fangs barred, wings flapping, and ripped into the woman’s neck, splitting her open down to her belly. She slumped down without a further sound.

“What do you feel?” Samerina asked her.

She could hardly answer. She was swimming in new sensations and perceptions. She realized what it was, finally, to be an adult succubus. Some doubts remained, but her strength was just fine. “I feel it all,” she replied.

“What is your true first of names?”

She thought for a moment. She knew the procedure. She should concentrate, and it would blurt out from her lips. “Kariskia,” she said slowly. “My name is Kariskia.”

“An honorable name for sure,” Samerina replied. “You have one remaining task now. We shall find your second, but our sisters may join us.”

“Won’t the humans notice?” Kariskia asked now. “There are hundreds of people asleep here, and dozens awake. We are in their grand city.”

“An event like this happens rarely,” Samerina said. “We try to choose times of great war. Our last was in 1943, shortly before your birth, and no one noticed. But their civilization has no great wars right now, and we’ve waited too long already. We must have our feast. Come before we lose our meals.”

The coven of demon women vacated the building in search of their best feedings. By then the power of their lust and excitement blinded everyone around them. The few pedestrians out walking at that hour, unfit to become food, simply failed to notice the passing of a couple dozen stark naked, winged, demon women of extraordinary beauty and lust. Even the humans’ public safety cameras would fail to record their presence that night.

“There!” Kariskia said, pointing. She felt it. Food for the taking was inside, healthy, nutrient laden and full of spirit. Soul food.

Samerina followed her daughter’s finger to the large, blocky, but non-descript building. Perhaps another hotel. Styles had changed so much, it was hard to keep track. “You feel it?” she asked her daughter.

“I feel it, mother! They make me hunger! They give me cravings!”

“What say our sisters?” Samerina asked the rest of the coven. There were snarls and smacking of lips and general growls of approval from them all. “Then let us enter. Kariskia will choose first, and then we shall devour the entire structure!”

Eagerly, the coven of naked demon women surged in. There was a night-clerk of some kind, but he was held in a transfixed state, staring straight ahead. He might be among the last fed upon. Kariskia sensed the strength of souls were found in some of the guests. Or maybe all. There was such power surging through the hallways as she could barely conceive. Maturity, she realized, was the grandest sensation of all. She could hardly wait to wrap her cunt around another poor doomed cock and milk him dry. His life force would become his cum, and he would give it to her in an orgasm that dried up his own body while filling hers. She just needed to find him.

Ahead, she realized, up on the third floor. She nearly ran for the door, and slid it off its hinges when she got there. It was a private room with but a single occupant. “I’ve found him, mother!” she called back. “I have my prize. Our sisters should feast now!”

“Very well,” Samerina called up from behind her. Kariskia heard the roar of the howling as her sisters and aunts, and mother of course, set upon the rest of the building. And she would join them. But first there was this particularly doomed soul who would trigger her last ascent into demonic adulthood.

Deadening his senses, she tore back the blankets. She smiled, finding him a fine and pleasurable specimen of manhood. She touched her fingers to his cock, letting the electrical power surge and make his cock grow huge and swollen, throbbing, aching for the release that would drain and kill him. With joy, she mounted him and slowly wrapped her pussy around his raging member, squeezing it, sliding around it. It was wonderful.

And in an instant, it all shifted. His eyes flew open and he stood up on the floor without even dislodging her from his cock. Something was terribly wrong! His fingers wrapped around her young neck, squeezing, crushing her. Her eyes bugged open in shock.

“Demon whore!” he hissed. “Almost too easy!” He turned a light on, nearly blinding Kariskia, as he continued holding her by her neck, impaled on his own cock. He looked her over. “A juvenile? A youngling? No, a juvenile! Excellent!” he nearly roared in obvious joy and excitement. “And you chose me over the rest of my brotherhood! Perfect!”

Kariskia felt herself growing faint now. She could hear the carnage around her. She could hear her sisters feasting on the souls and flesh of men throughout the building. But she couldn’t call out to them. She couldn’t seek their aid. Would they even give it, if she failed? But as the man pressed her against the wall, starting to sexually take her on his own terms, she realized in horror that the screams were not of joyous feasting but rather of death screams by her own coven. Her sisters were being slaughtered. And her mother, she couldn’t sense her mother. For the first time ever in her life, she was blind and deaf to Samerina’s presence.

He pounded her cunt harder, and it was all different. It was wrong. In her triumph, she should have been overwhelmed with ecstasy and pleasure beyond all mortal description. A feeding succubus was said to be the happiest soul in the universe. But now, now this man was raping her, and she felt such revulsion deep in her core as she had never believed possible. Everything about the sensation of his cock in her pussy was repulsive now, an invasion, a putrefying deadening of pure succubatic sexuality. Her innards churned and frothed as her head spun, her vision blurred and shook. His cock, his too-big, too-hot, and too-frenzied cock was slamming her thin pelvis, taking her greatest weapon and joy and hurting her with it.

“Yep, a juvenile. You went right to pieces on me! My friends are going to have to work for their nookie before they snap your cousins’ necks and piss down their throats, but you and me are going to have a nice easy time of it, demon whore!”

He hurled her onto the bed. Her only brief consolation was breathing, but she found herself without the strength to fight or to flee. She was helpless under his assault. She flashed her fangs, spread her new wings out, slashed with her now-long and sharp fingernails, but he easily beat her down with several well-placed fists. She felt him flip her over. She felt his touch around her ass.

Her body turned nearly to ice. This was inconceivable, and dangerous if not deadly. For a succubus to be sexed with her anus? She felt his cock press to her and force its way in. Kariskia went ice cold. Nothing was this bad. He was ruining her soul and body! There was no return, literally no return from such an attack. If a mortal man’s cum went in her backside hole, she would die in worse agony than any creature in the universe. That was only the dark, furtively-taught lessons of her upbringing. Under no circumstances allow a male’s cum in her anus.

And yet that was where he was raping her. The sensation alone was a hundredfold worse than her earlier raping. Her mind was nearly shut down completely by disgust and terror. Who was this man? How had he done this to her? Who were the others doing the same to her sisters? Could they hold out?

She shrieked an unearthly shriek, her wings flapping wildly. She almost felt as though she had a tail to fight with. But she was face-down and overpowered. Plus she realized he had somehow bound her wrists behind her back. She’d never known physical restraint. Panic set in. She was trapped! Kariskia, a succubus demon, was physically bound and restrained! How could such an abomination occur?

“Oh yeah, let’s finish this off, demon bitch!” he yelled, punching her in the back of her head over and over while slamming her ass with his cock.

“Nooo!” she managed to wail. She pictured an infinite eternity of pain, swimming in sewage, sucking down filth and waste in every hole, boiling alive. It would just take his cum touching her wrong innards. She wailed in terrified expectation. His thrusts grew frenzied and he stiffened up. Kariskia knew what that meant. Soon she felt the hot fluid of his cum inside her guts. In her wrong hole. She screamed and thrashed in despair. But he took his hands off her, and he pulled his cock out of her.

She lay there, disgusted, hurting, humiliated as only a superior demon could know. Weeping shamefully. A lost, ruined demon girl, forever barred from true demonic adulthood. But not writhing in infinite pain and sickness. Just lying there on a human hotel room bed, quivering as a rape victim did.

She heard cries and screams around her, but they were weaker now, and fewer in number. She feared it was her coven failing to live.

“Stand up,” he said to her. She quickly got to her feet. She realized she had better obey this human male, however degrading it was. “Put your hands at your sides. Cover nothing of your body from me. Ever.” She did as he told her. He stood too, walking around her.

“I know what you are thinking, demon slut,” he said. “I ass raped you, so why aren’t you back in hell taking the worst of it. Well, you were lied too. When you reached adulthood, which I’m guessing was supposed to be right about now, they would have told you the real truth. A succubus who gets herself anally raped gets enslaved to her rapist. Permanently. Of course, you aren’t an adult yet. You’re a juvenile. You feasted on one man, probably earlier tonight. You’ve got yourself a first name but no last name. And that puts you in the worst of all situations. My enslavement of your mind is more complete than you can know.” He began untying her wrists. “I don’t need these now, but your obedience to my will and to my commands is infinite.”

Kariskia stood listening in disbelieving horror. It couldn’t be true. “Skeptical?” he asked her.

“Yes,” she replied. She vowed to speak less to him.

“Stand on your hands. Do a wide split with your legs. Balance like that.” Right away she did as he ordered. She had too. It was too dangerous not to. But when she finished and stood there on her hands, her legs split wide, her pussy on wide open display to this domineering human male, she realized she hadn’t really had any control at all. He sat down on the bed beside her and began tapping on her pussy, drumming his hands and figures on it, treating her exquisite pleasure center like an instrument. He was tapping out some tune, she was sure of it. And she was just standing there, presenting herself up-side down to him and letting him.

“Convinced yet?” he asked her. “Pee. Urinate. Right now.”

She released her muscles and pushed, forcing some of her own piss out her gash where it immediately dribbled down over her belly, her chest, and finally onto her face. “Keep going,” he said. “I order it. You may only stop when you can resist my orders.”

He grinned and Kariskia let out a long cry of shameful realization. She could pee like that for as long as he demanded it. As a demon, she had no bladder. She used urine as a weapon against lesser life forms. Her pee was toxic, putrefying, lethal even. But now she just stood in that absurd, humiliating position and pissed all over herself because the man told her to and she couldn’t even conceive of stopping. Not without permission.

He lifted his gaze up. “I should check on my comrades, and see how many innocents your sisters killed tonight. Stay like that.”

“Yes,” she said, nearly choking on the words. “Sir.” He put on a robe and left her alone, hand-standing and pissing on herself. She began to cry. How could everything have gone so bad so fast? How could she get herself out of it? She needed Samerina for guidance. She cried for her mother to come help her.

By the time the man returned, the carpet was well and thoroughly soaked in her piss, which she continued to push out of her and over herself.

“Stop pissing and stand up,” he said. She felt something almost like gratitude as she complied. “Now come follow me and look around.”

Outside the room, the lights were on and most of the doors opened up. She looked from room to room, seeing splattered blood and flesh and shards of bone in many of them. But she saw something vastly worse. Demon succubus bodies. Dead ones. She gasped in horror and felt tears flow from her eyes. So this was crying, she realized. She’d heard of it. But now seeing one of her sisters after another lying dead, sometimes mutilated, she knew what it meant.

And then, up on the fourth floor, particularly ripped asunder, she saw Samerina’s former body. Human cum was all over her, though it took her demon eyes to pick it out from the blood and bile that came from her mother’s body and now coated the hotel room.

Dead. All dead. That was the message. She was truly alone, for no other coven would lift a finger to help her. Even if they could. Her enslavement to this new man seemed absolute.

“Hey, Ronnie, you got a juvenile!” someone had congratulated him. “She come for you?”

“She did. Foolish girl,” Ronnie said. She was enslaved to a man who went by Ronnie. How much worse could it get. She had a thousand questions but no permission to ask them. So she remained silent. He led her finally to an older man who gazed too harshly and too long at her body. Kariskia was starting, she realized, to actually feel naked.

“Dispose of it painfully,” the man said.

“I’d rather keep her,” Ronnie said.

“Impossible.”

“She’s a juvenile. Her enslavement should be permanent and absolute.”

“We don’t know that.”

“Well I want to find out! And I caught her, and I raped her ass into submission. I say she’s mine!”

“Keep her away from any of our meeting sites, then. Keep her from knowing us. Keep her from the world. If you fail, I shall petition the church for enough angel tears to disintegrate her soul forever!”

“That is abundantly wise, sir,” Ronnie said. He turned to her. “What’s your name, bitch?”

“Kariskia,” she said. “Sir,” nearly choking out the last word.

“Well, Kariskia of one name only. And that is the only name you’ll ever have, believe me. You cannot claim adulthood now, not if ten thousand willing men offered to let you harvest them. So, Kariskia, come with me. Say nothing. Don’t fight me. Do nothing you think I would not approve of. Be as slavishly obediently to my wishes as you know how. Give no consideration to your own comforts or pleasures in any request you make of me or in any information you provide me unless I ask. Embrace all tangible aspects of an eternity of pure servitude, pure shame, and pure captivity. You may continue to emotionally suffer if that suits you.”

“Yes, sir,” she squeaked in horror and shame.

“You’re probably finding that your nudity is becoming shameful to you, isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir. I am feeling so very humiliated right now. I am longing to cover my body!”

“Well that will never happen. You still have the ability to mask yourself in public. You will do so, but you will allow yourself to forget to take comfort in such a mask. Do you understand me?”

“I understand you, sir. You wish me to use all of my demonic powers to maximize my shame and embarrassment without actually drawing attention to us.” She could barely comprehend that it was her own voice saying these things. But it was all too obviously her own mind that was coming up with it. She understood what he wanted, so she dedicated herself now to providing it, no matter how miserable it made her. She was stuck, and there was nothing she could do about it.”

“Excellent. We shall go now, then, and when we reach my home we’ll learn if demons truly have an infinite pain threshold.”

“As, as you wish, my master,” she sobbed, and followed him forward into her hell.
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Forced Sex Stories / Re: The Cusp of Womanhood
« Last post by vile8r on September 12, 2017, 10:18:16 PM »
Good read, Jed! I love the first-person POV by the girl.....very creative!
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Forced Sex Stories / Re: The Cusp of Womanhood
« Last post by Jed on September 11, 2017, 10:17:00 PM »
Deflowered

There was so much tension and anticipation in me, so when he didn’t just shove it in, I was surprised.  I could feel the tip of his hard thing rubbing around.  With shame, I knew he was wetting the tip with my wetness from being turned on.  And then he rubbed it against my button, and my whole body jerked.  He did it again, and I moaned.  I knew then it was no accident.  He was trying to turn me on, and it was working.  I could feel my legs open even wider as if I was welcoming him in.  I wasn’t as tense either.  I had relaxed some.  I was still terrified, but I was no longer stiff.  I was still shaking like crazy though in anticipation.

He kept rubbing it around until I began to squirm and moan.  My folds and my button are kind of inside me, and his thing was now pressing right in there pushing me open.  It felt scary big, rubbing around and pressing.  He seemed to be pushing it in a little deeper each time until I could feel it stretching me open, and then it seemed to be blocked.  He stopped then, and lifted himself up.  I could sense him looking down at my face.  He was so tall, that to look at his face I had to tilt my head back.  He was smiling and said, “Look at those blue eyes now that I have you in the light.  You’re not just a little bird, you’re a little bluebird.”

With that I could feel him give a long steady push.  That’s when it started hurting.  A little at first as the pressure inside me began to build.  It seemed like my insides couldn’t stop him any longer, and I put my hand in my mouth and bit down.  Just then it was like something tore hurtfully inside me, and I could feel his thing slide into me.  I heard myself groan very loud into my hand and then whimper.  I didn’t scream like I thought I would, but I almost did.  It really hurt.

He was moving slowly like he was testing how deep he could go.  I pulled my hand out of my mouth and saw I had actually broke the skin when I bit down on it with a trickle of blood from a few of the bite marks.  I was wincing each time he pushed in and whimpering continuously.  I had my hands back on his sides again as if to push him away, but I wasn’t trying to push him knowing it wouldn’t do any good.  My hands were just resting there moving with his movements.  He reached back and pulled my ankle up to his hip, and then the other one too.  I guessed he wanted me to wrap my legs around his moving body, so I did it afraid he would be mad if I didn’t.

After that I just held onto him while he pushed it in me and in me and did it again and again.  He felt so huge inside me, like something way too big to be in there.  I wasn’t some stupid girl.  I knew what was happening.  Some man maybe three times my age just took my virginity and was fucking me.  It was just crazy this was happening, and I kept thinking about all the things I could have done to prevent it.  Why did I have to look at the hooch girls and the men watching and touching them, and why did I have to come back to try and see him?

I wasn’t just thinking about his thing inside me moving in and out.  That collar tight around my neck wasn’t letting me forget it was there either, and the leash tied to the hook was making me feel trapped more than his body on top of me.  A little bit in a daze I looked around and saw the other hooks around the bed.  They didn’t make any sense except for tying something, like tying girls to them like me.  I could see how old, worn and tarnished they looked.  Like they had been used a lot, like lots of girls had been tied up in this bed.  I kept telling myself I could untie the leash with no problem.  It wouldn’t be that hard to pick at the knot.  But it kept bothering me, because why have these hooks to tie girls to if they could easily untie themselves?

I lay under him my whole body moving as he repeatedly thrust into me.  The first sharp hurt changed to me getting really sore.  Sometimes he went too deep seeming to push my insides up, and I squealed little in pain.  I knew he wouldn’t stop until he was done.  I was dreading that, and what would happen when he did finish.  But it was really hurting now, and I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore.  I was getting really scared if he didn’t stop soon he was going to kill me with it, so I begged him, “Please hurry up.  It hurts.  It hurts!”

I heard him grunt in his heavy breathing, and then he taunted me by asking, “You want my cum inside you little bluebird?”

I didn’t want that at all, but I was desperate for him to be done with me.  All I could say to him was, “Please!”

“Please what?”
“Please!”
“Beg me to cum in you my little bluebird and maybe this will end.”

I could feel my face flush with shame because I knew I was going to do it, and hating myself I said it, “Please cum in me!”

“You can do better than that my slutty little bluebird.  Tell me how much you love my cock and want my cum inside you.”

I swallowed hard mortified by what he was asking, but it hurt so much I began to desperately do what he said and began begging, “Please cum in me!  I love your cock!  Oh god, please don’t make me do this.  Oh god.  Oh god………..Please cum in me!  I love your cock so much….please!”

I didn’t know what to say and just kept repeating the same words until I was sobbing so bad all that was coming out was choking sobs.  And then he was doing it even faster, and it hurt so bad all I did was scream.  He seemed to jerk against me, and then he went stiff.  That’s when he stopped moving, his body anyway.  I could feel it inside me throb, and then there was wetness.  I knew it was the same stuff he made me swallow, swallow twice.  It was almost familiar, like it spurting in me down there felt sort of the same as in my throat, except I didn’t choke and have to swallow.

He breathed hard for maybe a minute, and then pulled out of me.  It was a sickly disgusting feeling, almost like I had pooped feeling it leave my body.  He rolled off me, and I could feel the slimy wetness running out between my legs feeling messy and nasty.  I saw it then, his thing, and there was blood on it, my blood.  It wasn’t a bunch, but it scared me I was bleeding.  He pulled on the old blanket I was on, and then touched it to me.  There was some blood, and he dabbed at my sore crotch a couple more times until no blood stained the blanket, then he wiped himself with it.  He yanked the blanket out from under me and tossed it on the floor.

I don’t know what I expected after?  I think I thought he would shove me away just like before and tell me I can go home, which was why I was shocked at what he did do.  He pulled my arms behind my back, and I heard a click and felt metal and something soft around my wrist.  There was another click on my other wrist, and I suddenly realized he put me in handcuffs lined with something like felt.  It was then I realized I no longer could reach to unbuckle the collar or untie the leash.  I couldn’t leave his bed unless he let me go, so I pleaded with him, “Please, I need to go home.”
“We have all night.  If I like how you act, maybe you can go home in the morning.”

There naked and cuffed helpless in his bed, feeling his naked body breathing slowly against me, I was softly crying and wondering why I came looking for him.  But that wasn’t all I was wondering about, because I knew he wasn’t done with me.
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Forced Sex Stories / Re: Stolen: Chapter 2 (Latest Chapter added: 09-07)
« Last post by Emily on September 11, 2017, 03:06:33 PM »
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Incredible read so far.  Horrifying!  The written word puts you into the room with her and on the cold muddy rough floor.  I even felt I sensed a perception for what seemed like an overwhelming large room with an un-reachable high ceiling.

I felt like I could smell the alcohol on "daddy's" drunk breath. 

The situation just seems to be getting more bleak.

I'm glad you liked it, BW! I'm hoping to return to this alongside working privately on that other story I showed you. The one that is based on my own experiences. I'm setting this one up in a manner that the bathroom is where her step-dad first assaults her, and in the present timeline, she's led to a bathroom where she wakes naked, with her ankles bound and wrists secured to either side of the tub. She is left to be cleaned by the loving matriach of the house that the 'Room' is located beneath.
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