Non-Consensual

Chapter 1 I was spending Saturday evening enjoying a few beers with friends when someone caught my attention. Sitting along the bar to my left, I saw her out of the corner of my eye and glanced over in her direction. She was sitting on the bar stool with her legs crossed, her sexy red dress was low cut enough to hint at a pair of deliciously full breasts. Long blonde hair, deep blue eyes. She had an athletic and powerful body and an aura of dominance. Her piercing gaze never shifted from me, I squirmed uncomfortably on my stool. Eventually I looked away nervously, unable to match her stare any longer. Over, the course of the evening my friends left one by one but I remained. Partly out of curiosity, partly out of intimidation. I saw her rise from the stool and approach, my heart fluttered nervously, my mouth was dry. She placed a folded piece of paper on the bar next to me and left without braking stride. Gingerly I unfolded the paper and read its only contents, her phone number. ...

Author's Note: I don’t own Harry Potter, if I did this story would be what would of been published! Harry is a pansy and needs a master. Chapter 1 The Start (added: ) Category: N/A Codes: m-m, non-consensual, analplay, armbinder, bodymod, breathplay, cbt, chastisy, drugs, enema, fanfiction, kidnapping, mind-control, sensorydep, slavery, spanking, suspension, torture, watersports Harry P.O.V. I stood there as I watched Ron and Hermione leave in the carriages for Christmas Break. Yet again I wasn’t leaving for break and this time I would be the only one in Gryffindor tower staying at Hogwarts. Once the last carriage left I pulled my cloak around me and walked back into the castle heading back to Gryffindor tower. As I walked I kept having a sense of being watched. I started to walk faster but the feeling still followed and only got stronger. As I was turning the corner of the hall the Fat Ladies portrait stood I heard it. Turning around I came face to face with Malfoy Sr. and Snape. Both had wands pointing at me. I tried to pull out my wand when I realized I didn’t have it. Malfoy Sr. looked towards Snape and smirked. ...

Author's Note: This story is a spin-off from one of my favorite stories of all time, Group XS by Dr. Saavik. It’s not necessary to have read that beforehand, but you really should… it’s pretty great. Tucked away beneath a non-descript brick manor off of a sleepy, tree-lined road lies a classroom. Its walls are lined with the letters of the alphabet, sentence diagrams, and maps of the world. The teacher’s desk sits at the front, next to a large blackboard. A shiny red apple rests on it next to a stack of papers to grade. Several rows of desks occupy the middle of the room. ...

“I am here to punish you and break your spirit, Making you feel just like the animal I know you are..” I press my boot into your back, shoving you into the dirt “I’m here to make you pant, Can you do that for me boy? Can you pant for me?” You don’t answer and I lean over to pull your head up by your hair.. “Did you hear me?” You nod and look down, I twist your hair between my fingers “Pant for me, Doggie.” I twist your hair until you pant loudly, just like a thirsty dog would do - I pet your head lightly “Good boy, Want a treat?” I giggle and stand up, I push you back down into the cold ground “Lick the dirt” I command, you protest “Lick. the. dirt” I press my boot harder into the small of your back until it starts hurting. You run your tongue over the dirty ground… I crouch down to watch you do it.. My hand resting on your head “Don’t rush it, I want to see you take your time.” You lick more slowly and I laugh evilly “I should have made that mud” I smile and pull you up by your hair, “Come on, Slave. I’m going to teach you how to behave when you’re with me.” ...

Author's Note: What can you find in this story: heavy non-consensual slaving as a reality in the world, a slaves retire­ment facility which is the pivot-point of all, Mafia, a little bit of James Bond, a little bit of Frankenstein, a little bit of the Avengers. It’s a fairy-tale or a myth about what can happen to the world of slavers when a very rich and heavy non-consensual slaver turns around and starts to feel sym­pathy. And about all this story wallows in the seductive fascination of rubber-dolls. ...

Author's Note: Disclaimer/foreword Hi, this is my first story, and thus I’m not sure if it’s merits. It is fantasy pure and simple, the technology is unrealistic and I doubt the rest of the story is much better realism wise. Finally, all feedback is greatly appreciated, if anyone has ideas on how to continue this story I am open to it, and I intend to write more stories with Morina in the future. ...

Chapter 1: Foot Cleaner Fred set up his laptop on his bed with his hand over his dick, preparing for a long night of masturbation. The 22-year old college senior had pretty much given up on ever scoring any girls for himself due to a total lack of confidence, and was at this point just happy to have a house alone off campus where he could enjoy his prolonged masturbation sessions in peace. ...

Your excitement grows as you turn the corner in a dim warehouse, as around the corner is the recently-captured sniper. All for you. You had an objective with them of course, otherwise this sniper would have just been shot, but anything between that and now is between you and them. You step around the corner to see a hunched male figure, his hands drawn behind his back. As soon as you step into view, his eyes flick up towards you. He had managed to break the zip tie that previously bound his boots together, but the handcuffs are gonna hold him no matter what. His hands are locked around a pipe in the wall, preventing him from moving around. ...

“Snuffle”! That was as close as I could get. I was trying to put a name to the sound my pet Sandi was making as she ate her lunch. I was sitting at the kitchen table eating my own lunch and she was on the floor beside me with her mouth wrapped around the feeding station. The station was clamped to the edge of the table and consisted of a container that narrowed down into an oblong tube at a 45 degree downward angle ending in an opening about 1 ½” across and ½” high. ...

Author's Note: My first attempt at a post-apocalyptic or alternate timeline earth. This first chapter is mostly setup, but it will build soon enough. Comments wanted, as are suggestions, and if you give me ideas, I’ll make sure to credit them if used. I’m always looking for inspiration! Chapter 1 No one knew where they came from, just that they began attacking one day. Who or what they were was a mystery too - but we had always guessed that they were either human, or humanoid - maybe bigger than us though we couldn’t be certain. Maybe they were robots, or people in over-sized battle suits. Whatever or whoever they were, their technology was further ahead than ours, but not so far as to be able to quickly wipe us out. We’d gained and lost territory over the last four years, but at the cost of many soldiers. After all the fighting, you’d think we’d have been able to capture one of them, but that never happened. Even when they retreated, they took their dead with them. ...