under duress stories and histories

This is in a series. It is best enjoyed in order
All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.
I had just graduated from College. Late one night, while browsing the internet out of boredom, I stumbled across a Reddit post from a femdom community titled "Wanna be my slave?" I'd seen content like that before--enough to know what it was about--but this time, something pulled me in deeper. Almost without thinking, I DM her....

Morning light spilled into the suite, brushing golden fingers across Emily's bare skin as she stirred on the carpet. With a slow, honeyed stretch, her back arched, and the faint jingle of the little pink bone hanging from her collar broke the silence. A soft, playful yip escaped before she could stop it, excitement blooming warm and low inside her. The sun kissed her shoulders, her ass, her hips--and as she stretched again, loose and lazy like a waking pup, something shifted deep inside her, drawing out a b...

It was the kind of night that makes you feel watched, even when you're alone. The kind of night where the moon hides behind clouds and the wind whispers things that make no sense. But I walked up the hill anyway, my boots crunching the gravel path, eyes locked on the gothic monster of a house looming above....

RoboMaid To The Rescue - Pt. 06
Authors note:
Leave comments if you want more - good or bad - let me know.
Warning - this chapter has chicks with dicks, if that's not your thing, read no further.
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As Rob closed the door Kara and Margo stared up at RoboMaid. Margo was fucking pissed off that she had to obey the orders of a Robot. She felt like a fuckin' piece of meat. Was she going to be ordered around by a fucking robot all day? She got her answer soon enough....

Tess Takes To The Streets

Tess had never cried more than her first day as a mother. It was as though the last 32 years of her life had been compressed down to a single moment and dashed as suddenly as it had arrived. She had heard of women refer to giving birth as a rebirth and hadn't believed it until the cocktail of drugs wore off and the steady trickle of medication and therapy felt ripped from her arm like an IV. For the past two months, she'd done all she could to escape the intoxicating mindfuc...

'What a day.'
It really has been the day from hell. Broke a nail, my boss was being an asshole, half the highway shut down on the commute home, couldn't even grab my favorite takeout because they closed early today.
I only just moved into this house a few weeks ago, and most of my belongings are still in boxes or on the moving truck. The company I hired kept delaying the delivery date, but they should be dropping my stuff off later....

Nathan shut off the shower with a long sigh, the feeling of the cold water helping to numb his aching legs after his leg day and cardio workout. Truthfully he'd caused a lot of the soreness on his own due to the fact he'd been neglecting cardio and legs for so long, but he would never admit that. He couldn't seem to build mass on his upper body and it was pissing him off. He had a juicy bubble but befitting a sports illustrated swimsuit model, but he somehow still looked like a fucking twink up top....

The University was closed for the year for the long holidays. That left me with six weeks with nothing in particular lined up. My choices were varied. I could go and stay at the beach for a while, go touring, stay at home and bludge (that choice was looking good), get a temporary job (there's always positions for good mechanics), go home and work for my Father for the holidays (not in this lifetime, but it was an option)....

You will have insisted on chaste kisses to start with, as you had with your last boyfriend, but you know you will expect more physical intimacy from him before long. You'll want it, and you'll want him to suggest it of course.
You will have prepared yourself to say no. You will know you simply need to make your boundaries clear. Yet instead of saying no, you'll compromise a little. You'll ask him if you can limit yourselves to passionate kisses. Your decision will surprise yourself, and it will give you ...

The Stud Tattoos His Slaves & Mommy
Abigail Carter - Day Twenty-Nine
It was over. I had my new tattoo. Tony, my son, had used me in this way, marking me forever.
I stared down at my shaved pubic mound and read the words, "For My Son's Cock Only." I traced the arrow beneath them that pointed at the top of my slit. No other man, not even my husband's cock, could ever go into my pussy....

"Aw, shoot, babe," Dawson murmurs, not sounding particularly upset as he looks into the drawer of his nightstand where we usually keep the supplies for my overnight visits. "Looks like we're all out of condoms. I guess I must have forgot to buy some more after last time." He rolls back over to me, stretching out on the bed just a little in ways that draw attention to the massive, straining erection in his boxer shorts. "Don't worry. There's still plenty we can do, and of course we can always just relax and ...

The Birthday Handjob
by FirstTimeCaller75
Ada has a special celebration planned for her husband's birthday. But her new medication has awakened something unexpected in both of them.
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Chapter 2: The Surprise Present
Jordan and Ada carried on a lot of their marital conversation through text messages. Articles, memes, and lists flowed between them all day long, and for planning purposes she would often check with him via text so he had time to consider....

Her pussy was only moderately wet, but it was wet. My fingers probed her inner walls, curling up and rubbing her G-Spot. As she began to moan and move her hips she pushed my hand away. For quite some time now, she won't let me make her cum. I don't know why. Every night she goes upstairs and 'jackhammers' her clit with her vibrator, but she won't really 'give' herself to me. She's a little more wet now so I role over and put a little spit on my cock and slowly push it into her. She moans as it slides deep i...

Author's Note: This story is a fun commission reward for one of my awesome patrons. Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains fictional depictions of erotic scenarios, so act accordingly! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, 2024. All rights reserved. Enjoy!...

The Birthday Handjob
by FirstTimeCaller75
Ada has a special celebration planned for her husband's birthday. But her new medication has awakened something unexpected in both of them.
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Chapter 1: Setting the Table
Ada's pussy was wet again.
Why was it always a drought or a flood down there? she thought. At least it was flooding on schedule, this time. Yesterday had been Jordan's birthday, and the kids had been packed off to stay with the grandparents for an entire blessed m...

Chapter 1
He's been leaving me messages and voicemails all evening. This new boss is so demanding, so controlling. It doesn't help that he towers over me, makes me feel so small and powerless.
"You need to be in extra early tomorrow. Be in my office by 7 before the rest of the team shows up.". A fucking text at 10pm, another stupid early meeting, more of his stupid new policies I guess....

The intercom went off startling Michael awake each morning, or whatever time of day it was. He was never sure if he had a decent amount of sleep, or if he was awakened after only 2 or 3 hours of sleep. This was to keep him completely disoriented, never knowing what day it was, or even what time of day it was....

A/N: My stories are idiotic with naive and reality defying dumb characters.
Also, Netorare (Cuckolding), MILF etc.
Thanks for Reading!
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Day - 2
"Okay Susan, you have to wake up now," Oscar said, rubbing Susan's ass and thighs, he was lying on his side and Susan was lying on her side, with her back facing him....

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author....

God. Fucking. Dammit.
The zip tie was cutting into my wrists, my knees were digging into the grooves of the van floor and I was pissed at Nat.
"I hate you," I grumbled under my breath so they couldn't hear us. Sure, I had duct tape over my mouth but I knew she understood me by the smile that crinkled the corner of her eyes....

Sarah turned to the sidewall of the back of the ambulance and rolled her eyes after her passenger made the third pass at her in probably as many miles since they'd left the hospital. It was bad enough he'd conned his way into getting an ambulance ride home after getting treatment for a simple sprained finger and now he had to be a horny creep to.......

I'd been talking to Mike for a few weeks when he invited me to a house party he was throwing.
This was exciting for a number of reasons:
1. I've never been to a real party before
2. This would technically be our first real date - we'd only talked on the phone and texted up till this point
3. I had the hugest crush on Mike...

An older man, well dressed like Lawrence, but with less hair on top and more grey, piped up. He was sitting alone, with no helper to attend to him. But from his expression he seemed happy just to watch.
"Mr. Wells, I had almost forgotten about you over there. How can Hilly earn her much needed release?"...

The story continues with Mel trapped in the gym with Cleo.
I could hear Mel pounding her fist against the front door, trying desperately to escape but that was never going to happen so I just waited for her to return to the locker room as I twirled the key around with my fingers.
Sure enough Mel returned. She was standing before me we with her hands on her hips....

It was pitch dark. It usually was. She had little idea how time passed; the clock was a distant memory, and she didn't know how long she had been here--how long it had been since she was sold. The only thing she had to measure time was her digestive system, which predicted meal and bathroom times.
She became aroused the moment she heard the lock click. It hardly mattered anymore what the occasion was--a hosing, brushing, inspection, exhibition--she was no longer afraid. She welcomed anything that broke t...

Blackmailed Housewife
By Master John
Chapter one
Caroline was wondering where her husband had got to he had been due back hours ago and yet there was still no sign and he wasn't answering his mobile. The knock at the door when it came made her heart leap thinking that he was finally home so she didn't bother grabbing her dressing gown and went to the door wearing only her pjs....

Here l am, in the kitchen, trying really hard, to focus myself on the sandwiches l am making, for my boys.
Because, Mario is literally, beneath my long, airy, flower summer dress, which I am wearing on my oiled up, body, having just the natural Cork mules on my feet, that the guys recently got for me. l am trying to focus,... as Mario is eating my ass and pussy from below, with unmatched passion, and dedication,... Oohh hhhhmmm goshhh! I am trying to do, what my psychologist told me, to do; to focus; to ...

Newest story! This is a spinoff series in the same world as Trashy Suburban Futa. This will be an anthological series that will feature a new set of two characters each episode. This one will be about an ugly perverted futa, slovenly, smell stuff, and overall not meant to be portrayed as very pretty. the next one will be featuring a muscle futa, so keep an eye out for the second addition to this series......

Marie and her team slowly progressed on the ocean floor. Forced to use bulky, heavy diving gear, they had been sent to check on a weird sensor reading in a giant cave system in the deeps. They had departed from their underwater base in a small sub, but as they arrived to rougher areas of deep sea canyons and overhangs they decided to approach the caves on foot....

The first warning sign should have been how Marcus arranged his wallet. Elena noticed them when he handed over his card to the bartender--a perfect stack of business cards, memberships and credit cards, all facing the same direction, edges aligned with mathematical precision. He sat up extremely straight despite ostensibly spending all day on the computer. His eyes held the particular intensity of someone accustomed to getting what he wanted. She caught him occasionally glancing down at her cleavage. She'd ...