Non-Consensual

Author's Note: This story is based on fantasies of my co-author, an Asian college girl depicted in the story as the victim. My character is the evil Dentist and her abductor. The other main character is based on a friend of mine and her parts are written by both authors. The beginning of each chapter is from my character’s perspective and the end of each from hers. Update (11/13/11): I would also like to thank our readers for their comments, encouragements and patience. Here is the end of that day, and our story, but undeniably a new beginning for Jennifer. ...

Author's Note: We were asked by several to write a new story and we are back now. This one explores even deeper fantasies of my beautiful Asian co-author, whose character is again the victim. Though the premise and title may be similar, we think you will find this story is more intriguing in its twists and turns. My character is again the dominant figure. Also as before the first of each chapter is from the dominant’s perspective, the last of each from the victim’s. We appreciate your votes and comments and hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it. I admit there were times it seemed the story was controlling the authors instead of the other way around. ...

Author's Note: A bondage model stops acting and starts living the life of a bound prisoner Part 1 I wake up, very groggy, not remembering the night before. The last thing I remembered, I was at a bondage photo shoot. It was going to be my last shoot since I made enough money to finish paying for college. I was put in a strait jacket while wearing sexy black latex stockings. My ankles were tied together so I was pretty helpless. I playfully struggled as an actress dressed s a nurse pinned me down. She used a Hitachi wand on me. Yet another sat on my legs and tickled my helpless latex encased feet. It was a scene about a mental patient needing an unconventional therapy. I didn’t really buy the premise, but it certainly was fun to act out. I was enjoying myself quite a bit. I love being bound and helpless since I trust the producer a lot. I feel safe when bound and forget all my worries. I love the strait jacket so much I sometimes ask to be left in it after the scene ends for an hour or 2. I was moaning pretty loudly struggling and kicking against the tickling. I love being tickled on my sexy size 6 feet, but still love to struggle and try to resist it. All in a sudden I saw the nurse grab a ball gag. The producer knows my limits and a ball gag is one of them. I always remain able to speak so I can use my safeword. I tried to push them off me and stop the scene but I was pretty helpless. I screamed my safe word which was always respected in the past. They shoved in the gag and lock it behind my head. As I screamed thought he gag, I was no longer enjoying the session and was horrified of what they would do next. The session went from play and me feeling safe to horror. Somehow the horror made the scene so much more intense. On what hand I hated them violating my limit, but on the other hand it was what I always fantasized about. I felt a rag go over my face. That’s the last thing I remembered. ...

Author's Note: This story is told from the perspective of both parties involved. While it is fiction, it is a fantasy I have had for many years. This is my first attempt at a story like this, so I appreciate any feedback. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 1 As I took my early morning bike ride this week, I kept seeing this sexy brunette that was sunning herself on the deck of her house. As I passed by, she would wave at me, so of course I waved back. Today as I approached the house, she got up, came to the railing and called to me. I stopped the bike and rode up the driveway. She said she was having some kind of problem with her shower and wondered if I knew anything about plumbing. I said a little, and she asked if I minded taking a look. She answered the door in the skimpiest bikini I had ever seen, and invited me in. She showed me to the bathroom and said that she couldn’t get the water to turn off. It was running full force. I found the water shut-off inside a closet and turned it off there because the handle was broken on the shower faucet. She thanked me because she was afraid that her well would run dry. I said it was no problem and was glad to help. She offered me a cold drink for my trouble, and I drank it down because ...

Author's Note: Just a fun story of a girl having some fun with her guy in the basement. You are tied up, the ropes are so tight they are cutting into your skin and you know once they are removed (if ever) there will be marks left behind on your pale skin… You are in a dark and cold basement, the ropes that are attached to your wrists are all tied to points on the wall, your arms and legs are spread far apart and your naked body is pressed against the cold damp wall… You hear a noise but cannot see due to the room being so dark, a cold hand, my hand.. Touches your cheek lightly “Hello there, my pet.” I say to you, I remove the blindfold you didn’t know was there and the room reveals itself to you, a little brighter than you thought it was originally… you look around and see a table with tools laid out on it.. “Things to torture you with” I say, giggling as your eyes widen in fear.. I grab the pinwheel that is sitting on the table and I press the spike against your cheek, then run it down while applying as much pressure as I can… You wince and close your eyes as I run the pinwheel down your cheek, down to your neck… Leaving little marks behind… ...

Chapter 1 I made a big mistake, a BIG mistake. I thought it would be over quicker and so it would be easier. Wrong. How hard could it be? Oh my God! I had eight more days and after one day, actually 8 hours, I thought I was going to die. Let me explain… In 2033 the crime rate was sky high. The prisons were overflowing. So a law was passed that gave convicted criminals a choice, do much longer time than in the past or do much shorter time in a correctional facility where you would be punished during your sentence. The punishment was in keeping with your crime. For example, my crime was perjury; I was to be punished for speaking falsely so I was to be punished by being gagged. You don’t even want to know the punishment for prostitution, holy shit. Anyway I chose the punishment facility; I figured how hard could a gag be? This is my story of my first day. ...

It all started many years ago. When I first met Steve, it was not exactly love at first sight. In fact, for the better part of our time together at Georgetown, we barely spoke. Not that there wasn’t some interest and even the occasional spark, but I was way out of his league. And with my reputation to protect, there was no way I was going to date him. Before Steve and I ever met, I had a career as a professional ballet dancer with the New York City Ballet. I looked the part – 5’6” tall, 110 lbs, long blond hair, and endless legs. On top of it, I could do splits any time of day, and do pirouettes on my toes. My dating pool was largely the basketball team and on a bad day the football team. Steve was in neither – not even close. ...

His helmet bumped up and over her sacral flexure and, for the first time, she felt what it was like to have the fist of Zeuss buried deep within her concavity, filling her, forcing her, willing her to open her mouth for his fingers. I didn’t remember our actions as being so desperate, so preternatural, so painfully, breathtakingly disturbed. Watching the proof of it now I am rendered ashamed, not so much of her but of myself for having videotaped it. ...

Author's Note: This was inspired by a recent spa visit. I was fantasizing on the table and worried that the woman giving me an actual facial would notice! Then I thought about Google glass and the story “came” together. Part I - The Introduction to a New Life Recently, my job had been very stressful. I don’t really like what I do and I don’t like where I work. I found myself becoming more moody and not wanting to be intimate with my wife. And when we were intimate, I was often the dominant and aggressive one. We are both switches, though we try to keep a balance. I know my wife likes it rough, and I know she also likes to top me and fuck me in the bottom with her strap-on. She often jokes that if I am not careful, she will make me her house slave. All of this was far from my mind as I fucked her hard from behind one night, pulled out, rolled her over, then came all over her face, something that I know she merely tolerates for my sake. She scooted back up the bed wiping the spooge from her face and said, “What the FUCK! That is the third time this month that you have come on my face and you pulled out right before I was about to orgasm! You should feel what it is like to be frustrated then have someone shoot all over your face!” I gave her a half-hearted apology, though I admitted to myself that I sometimes enjoyed pissing her off as it make me aroused. She appeared to accept it, though I learned later how wrong I had been. ...

Blindfolded and hooded, Georgina could hear very little and see nothing, but she was convinced that she was now alone in the room, and had been for at least an hour. It had taken her that long to gather her wits and relate to the situation in which she found herself. It was time to make her attempt at escape. She was sure that the key to the handcuffs had been left on a hook just in front of her. With her hands pinioned in front of her, she thought that although her wrists were attached to her waist, collar and ankle cuffs by chains, there should be enough slack to reach the key. Curious that her captor had apparently left the key within reach and had not locked her wrists behind her back; it was almost as if she intended her victim to manage her escape! ...