under duress stories and histories

As some may have intuited from my warning in the previous chapter, this one is darker, enough that I had to change the category. Some people will probably be angry by the end of this, and if you feel the need to stop reading I wish you well.
SPOILER: the noncon does not involve Dakota.
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The next time she sees him is very different from the time before.
It's been seven days since Alex's previous visit - seven days of isolation, dreams, and one or two quickly stolen climaxes under the relative privacy of her sheets.
She doesn't hope he watches through the cameras. She doesn't.
And with every meal that is delivered, hastily and somehow with a tangible disdain even though the alien on the other side isn't visible to her at all, she is reminded of the intel she gave him: the dose of th...

Denise Thomas sighed as she reached the dorm room for the beginning of her sophomore year at the university. Last year her freshmen year was spent at the Alpha Gamma Sorority house instead of being in the dorm as required by university rules. But that sorority had an exception to that rule as the pledges there were competing for a spot by being naked and obedient to certain sisters simply referred to as Mistress. None were called a slave, only pledge, but Denise was aware that was all they were for the hous...

Dr. Caspian Rayne had been passed over by every major lab in the city. Five rejected patents. Three publicly mocked proposals. One divorce paper signed, unsigned, signed again. His peers had gone on to design defense suits, kinetic armor, anti-radiation drones. He'd been left alone with a basement full of prototypes, a bitter taste in his mouth, and one last vial glowing softly in its containment tube....

This is a Harbinger96 original and is not to be posted or reshared without my permission. All characters involved in sexual acts are over the age of 18.
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It felt good to be back in my clothes, at least for now. I can't say I didn't expect something like that to happen, because I totally did. There's no way to prepare yourself to get jumped and held down by four big dudes and then your bi best friend to come bail you out with her sick cunny skills....

The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy.
NOTE TO THE READER
This series deals with a particularly strong and slightly unusual fantasy of mine, color guard girls. For those who don't know, the color guard is the group of girls in a marching band or professional drum and bugle corps that ...

This story is purely fiction, all characters and events are fictional, any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. The story contains wmaf, oral sex, M/f sex, humiliation, sexual harassment, heavy raceplay, non-consent, and forced sex. This is inspired from relevant headlines and not indicative of the actual circumstances of migrants who are escaping dire situations. It is just a fantasy of sorts on what might happen to Asians hoping for a better life and end up being exploited. Along...

Muriel MacInley II: Pleasure Slave

This is the second part of the story of Muriel, but if you didn't read the first, I don't think you will have any difficulty picking it up. The main character is an assistant librarian in a small English town, who is physically very attractive, but lacking in qualifications and with no ambition but to meet a rich and generous man. Hans is that man, but he soon reveals to her that, if he is to keep her, she must become his pleasure slave. Seeing it as her only chance...

It was mid afternoon on a Friday and I couldn't wait to leave at 5.00pm. It had been a long hard week and I was looking forward to relaxing and enjoying the next couple of days as I knew they would be special.
After a hot drive home not helped by traffic delays I finally arrived home and parked up. As I passed the fridge I helped myself to a diet coke and made my way to my bedroom....

"You're a MILF."
I couldn't believe when I heard it. I'm fifty-two years old for heaven's sake. My physical appearance is nothing like when I was younger. My tits sag and I have a bit of a tummy. The idea that some virile young man would want to screw me was almost beyond comprehension.
Yet, here I was. Jason, the kid who used to live next door had his marvelous cock inside me for about the sixth or seventh time. He'd used all three of my holes. I was on my stomach on my husband's and my bed. He was s...

** This story contains ENM, CFNM, FORCED MALE NUDITY, and NON-CONSENSUAL SEXUAL ACTS -- all characters in the story are adults.
**This is a work of fiction. If you can't suspend your reality to get into the reality of the story, then this isn't the story for you.
Day 2
Walter woke up with a raging boner. He pulled the blanket off his body to find his cock staring back at him. He sighed as he grabbed it and pointed it up at the ceiling. He admired the way it had thick veins traveling up the cut shaf...

[This was supposed to be short... No idea how it turned so long. Guess I wanted to relive the moment. Ok, Ok. I really wanted to relive it.]
[T/W: There are elements of abuse in the story as well as loving non-consent]
It was the summer before my senior year of high school, and I was an excited 18-year-old girl, eagerly looking forward to starting my freshman year at university in just a week....

My name is Julie. I am "5 foot two, eyes of blue, but oh what those 5 foot could do, has anybody seen my gal?" as the old song says. The purpose of this story requires more details. I have shapely legs and large breasts. Let me explain to readers why I am in a semi-public place outdoors lying naked, except for a blanket, which is under me, with my wrists tethered to a young tree. My husband knows where his gal is, but he wants somebody else to find me. I am blindfolded for my modesty and to encourage shy me...

The Hypnotist- Part 1
Author Note: Here is a little taste of a new story to help fill the time before I ramp up the printing press to extend existing stories...
It had been a long tiring day at the all-inclusive oceanfront beach resort. Michelle had gotten too much sun and had imbibed more than her fair share of alcoholic beverages. She had insisted on making the short walk up the beach to the closest bar ordering drinks for her husband and their family members who were with them....

"Fresh Ink"
Nick wasn't expecting anything more than an excuse to skip school and mark his eighteenth birthday with a little rebellion. A tattoo. Nothing too crazy -- just something permanent, something clean, something that looked cool.
He chose a crown.
Five sharp black points stretched just above his forearm, bold and centered. Regal, powerful, a little cocky. It felt right....

Denise Thomas walked into the sorority house, her body humiliated and aroused as she returned from the winter break. It was bad enough her mother spanked her ass to let Denise obey a command from one of her three Mistresses, but one of them spent the return day testing the range of the chastity belt she was locked into. It went off several times, low vibrations to be quiet, but long enough to cause her already aroused body to seek peaks of satisfaction in the middle of the TSA line. A line where she had to ...

Brad pulled into Mindy's driveway just as the school bus was rounding the corner, she had asked him if he could stop by after work to help put some boxes in the attic since her husband Jim was out of town. He watched as his niece and nephew, hurried out the front door, backpacks bouncing, shouting their goodbyes to their mom. Mindy stood on the porch in her robe, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders. When she bent down to grab the newspaper Brads eyes widened, her robe shifted just enough for him...

Timecode: ~8:47 AM
Setting: Office copy alcove breakroom
Outfit: Halter dress. Backless. Plunging. Only one side taped. Wedge heels. Gold accents. Nipple piercing clearly visible through mesh.
She didn't hear him at first--just the soft shuffle of rubber soles on polished tile.
"Ms. Lena?"...

I wanted to do something nice. So I put together a picnic in the trunk of my car with sandwiches, beer, water, and soda. I had a blanket for us to lie on. I picked up Katya, and she was dressed in loose-fitting high-cut silk shorts and a semi-sheer button-down top.
It was clear there was no bra involved. And you could see just the edge of her mound from the side in the shorts. She looked so hot. We chatted as we drove over to a state park nearby, and I was able to drive into a fairly secluded area I knew...

I hope everyone enjoys this story -- it's the first in a series about Renee and Sinjin. There's tension, there's heat, and a little mystery too. Enjoy. ;)
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Renee never expected to hear Sinjin's voice like that--low, commanding, just inches from her skin... and yet, no one else was in the room....

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Claire glanced up from her laptop at a knock on her dorm room door. A hesitant knock--two soft taps, a pause, then one more. She blinked, frowned, and called, "Yeah?"
The door creaked open. Emma stepped inside.
She looked... unwell. Pale. Worried. Her eyes scanned the tiny room like she was checking the shadows for monsters. Claire wondered if she was going to peek under the bed. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest. She didn't move further in....

Love stroll: Monday to Wednesday
Part 1
Monday
Anna leaned against a park bench, her long, athletic legs crossed at the ankles. She wore a pair of simple black leggings that hugged her legs and ass just right and a loose T-shirt.
Her brown hair, swept up in a messy bun, left a few tendrils framing her face. She chatted with the other women from the walking group, laughter genuine. She'd joined the group a few months after her divorce from Marie, searching for a distraction and a way to meet new ...

BIRTHDAY PRESENT 3
At a signal from my 'twin', the two slave girls who have been attending me release my chains, although when they do and after all the hours chained in that uncomfortable position, my legs are unable to support me and I end up falling face first to the floor.
"Don't get up;" my 'twin' tells me holding the leash with her hand, but without actually pulling on it to force me to move. "I like my slave girls to crawl on all fours behind me like the animals they are."...

Disclaimer: Sensitive Content
This story explores themes involving an erotic relationship between a therapist and a patient. It is a fictional work intended for mature audiences only and is not meant to promote or endorse unethical behavior or professional misconduct.
The portrayal of this dynamic is purely for storytelling purposes and does not reflect real-world professional ethics or boundaries. In reality, such relationships may violate ethical codes and can have serious emotional and legal conseq...

She abandoned her "room" under the stairs that night, returning to the couch in the parlor, where she'd been deposited upon her arrival. He had multiple guest rooms upstairs, but when his current visitor had been dumped on him unexpectedly he'd initially been naturally suspicious, having no desire to provide her with the freedom to roam around his upstairs refuge unsupervised. The master bedroom was situated not far from the entry way and the parlor was easily visible from the main living area, thus allowin...

Chapter Four: Emily Burrow
Wednesday, April 16, 2036
The Unknown Singularity + 3 months and 13 days
The morning unfolds around me like a familiar quilt, each thread stitched with warmth, comfort, and embroidered with the precious illusion of freedom. Today is mine--ours--and I intend to savor every second of it. These mornings without Chris come every other day, and each one feels infinitely precious, a gift we clutch tightly, afraid of it slipping away too quickly....

Sex Addict
by Pan
Chapter 1
Saya's heart almost broke when she caught her son crying.
He'd been trying to hide it, but she'd been passing his room and noticed his room was closed. Always a bad sign, when your teenage son has his door closed, and so Saya had acted without thinking, bursting in, prepared to berate Adnan for whatever sinful thing he was doing behind closed doors....

Tuesdays always felt like Groundhog Day with more wires. I sipped what might've once been coffee and stared at the cortical stim array like it owed me money. The neurons in dish seven were being little bastards today--no response to the low-frequency patterning and barely a blip from the midrange burst....

Stop Enslaving My Friends! Was originally intended to be a one-off. Given the response it got, and specifically the amount of people asking for Kyle and Katy's story to be continued, it seemed only fair to give the story the continuation people asked for.
If you don't remember the original, it takes place during the summer between Katy's junior and senior year of college. Her four best friends, with whom she used to be inseparable, came together to try to reclaim the magic of their friendship with a slee...

Night had settled over the Hopkins campus when the knock came on the door of Sigma Phi Epsilon house. The fraternity brother who answered dropped his beer in shock when he saw who was standing at the threshold.
"Hey uhhh... did one of you guys call for strippers?"
Anna Montague stood smiling on the threshold. Her black shirt was still undone, and Anna's breasts hung free, rosy nipples standing at attention. Next to Anna, holding her hand, was Amber Ravel, wearing nothing but an undersized cheerleading...