Rape Uncensored Novels & Stories

The footage was raw, unedited, and filthy. There I was, Zara Lennox, the polished influencer with millions of followers, on all fours, moaning like a whore while Felix destroyed my pussy from behind. My makeup was ruined, mascara running down my cheeks, hair a wild mess. The camera angle showed everything: my tits swinging, my ass rippling with every thrust, the way my pussy stretched around his thick cock. I watched myself cum on camera, screaming, squirting, begging him to fill me. My hand slid between my legs before I even realized what I was doing.

And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl. My hand slumped away in exhaustion….and my face? I couldn’t help the tiny grin that spread across it. That was….it was good. But here’s the thing about post nut clarity, it snaps you back to reality at once. And my reality was, I had a fiancé waiting for me at our launch table. Oh No!! The guilt hit me as I scrambled to fix my clothes properly before bolting out of the stall. Who the hell abandons their fiancée to masturbate in a public restroom?

Turned into nothing but a set of three sloppy fuckholes for superior cocks and cunts. That’s why I signed up for the private studio. The website was hidden deep on the dark web, invitation-only for the most depraved. “Ultimate Flesh Factory – No Limits, No Safewords, Pure Corruption.” They filmed the filthiest scenes imaginable for an exclusive audience of billionaires who jerked off to real taboo destruction. I filled out the form with shaking fingers, listing every disgusting fantasy I had: incest roleplay, breeding, bukkake, choking, slapping, piss play, anal gaping, fisting, cum inflation. I ticked every box. When they replied confirming my slot for a six-person gangbang, I nearly came o

Sister Veronica knelt beneath me and sucked on my clit while Ren fucked me. Sister Marg climbed onto the altar and fed me her breasts, pinching my nipples hard as I sucked on them. Ren suddenly pulled out and pushed the head of his cock against my asshole. “Beg for it.” “Please… fuck my ass again, Father. Cleanse me deeper..” He drove in. The stretch burned so good. He fucked my ass hard while Sister Veronica pushed three fingers into my pussy. I was shaking, drooling, completely lost when the heavy door to the underground chapel suddenly opened....

His dark eyes locked onto me, shirt pushed up over my breasts, legs obscenely spread, fingers still knuckle deep inside myself, and the loud p**n moans leaking from my headphones. Time froze. I yanked my hand away and slammed the laptop shut, my face burning with shame. “Uncle Marcus! What are you… I thought no one was here!” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze never leaving my exposed body. The bulge in his jeans was already obvious. “A grown woman of twenty-three like you,” he said, voice low and rough, “and this is how you’re getting off? Watching p**n instead of getting properly fucked?”

“Breed me again. Fill my slutty cunt until it overflows. I want to feel your hot cum flooding my womb while the whole city might be watching.” Mr. Vance slammed in deep with one brutal thrust, bottoming out against her cervix. Sara cried out at the stretch, her pussy still sensitive from the previous rounds. “Fuck, this cunt is so loose and creamy now,” he groaned, starting to pound her hard. The table shook beneath them. Wet, obscene squelching sounds echoed in the large room as his cock churned the cum already inside her. “Listen to that. Your pussy is so full of my seed it’s making filthy noises every time I fuck you. You’re nothing but a walking cum bucket now.”

I made it back to my small apartment in Hell’s Kitchen twenty minutes later, heart still pounding. The moment the door closed, I leaned against it and hiked up my skirt. My panties were drenched. The second my fingers touched my swollen clit, I moaned. I imagined Ronan bending me over his massive oak desk, yanking my skirt up, and fucking me hard while calling me his good girl. I pictured his powerful body dominating mine, his deep voice giving me filthy orders. I came hard within minutes, biting my lip to stay quiet, my body shaking with release.

“Tell Matthew exactly who owns this sloppy cheating pussy now.” Lilian moaned like a pornstar, pushing back on my cock hungrily. “Matthew… baby, I’m so sorry… but I can’t do this anymore. Riley fucks me so much better. Her cock is so fucking deep… ahhhh fuck! It stretches me out so good!” I laughed and started pounding her harder, the loud wet slapping of skin on skin echoing through the room. I made sure the camera got a perfect close-up of the thick strap disappearing into her stretched, creamy hole, her juices dripping down her thighs in messy strings.

She came with a muffled scream, squirting a little onto the sheets, body convulsing as she kept fucking herself through it. She collapsed, panting, pulling the dripping dildo out and sucking it clean for the camera. “Thank you for watching Mommy cum. Tip if you want more. Next time… maybe I’ll show you how I taste after a real fucking.” She ended the recording, uploaded it with the caption: “ASlimySlut’s sloppy afternoon stretch 💦 Who wants to breed this divorced pussy?”, and leaned back, flushed and satisfied.

The camera zoomed in close, capturing the wet friction of their lips, the frantic way his hands tore at her clothes, and the loud, ragged gasps echoing through the living room speakers. Within seconds, the shirts were entirely gone, and the scene cut to the bed, completely raw and explicit. The woman let out loud, breathless moans that filled the quiet house, her back arching as the man drove into her. ​My blood turned to pure ice. ​Oh my god. It wasn't a standard romance film at all. It was an incredibly lewd, R-rated movie.