Nonconsensual

Chapter 13 - Girlfriends
NOOO, this couldn't be happening. She wasn't going to be Paul's whore
anymore. She was Steve's girl now. She wasn't a whore. He couldn't make
her a whore.
"Hi Anne" Paul said. "I see Steve brought you back to me. You know I'm
the one you really love."
"No" Anne said. "Steve thinks I'm special. Steve doesn't treat me like a
whore. You leave me alone."
"Steve thinks your special" Paul laughed. "Steve has been setting you up
for me all week. All he wants is to dump his load in your slutty ass again.

Chapter 10 - Dancing

Chapter 7 - the next few weeks

Chapter 4 - the next 3 weeks

A Slave To Politics (Part 13) 

God I need this vacation.   It's been almost three years since my last, and to quote the rock band Boston, "It's been such a long time, I think I should be going', yeah!"

A Slave To Politics (part 12)

Once home, Brittany ties me to the bed and quickly rolls off to sleep. As the hours tick by, I think about the day's events and how much further into the quicksand I have sunk. Her diabolical plan has been executed without a flaw. She found my skeleton, and then used it to build more skeletons. She has trained my body to demand sex all of the time. She uses my need to distract me from the rest of her plan. I am denied satisfaction for days on end. Even when I am allowed to cum, it is most often in the most humiliating ways. Building more skeletons.

A Slave To Politics (part 10)

Over the past few weeks, the sexual games have become all the more frustrating and humiliating by the hidden, yet unrelenting control of my work life.

A Slave To Politics (part 8)

Brittany is unrelenting and tireless in her use and her control over me. She continues to challenge the outer limits of my endurance, both physically and mentally. She makes me extremely horny all of the time and then manipulates my need to make me beg for more. She now makes every decision.

A Slave To Politics Part 7

A slight, smug smile can be seen as Brittany worked her evil magic with this wicked device. She knows what a spectacle I can make of myself if I did not maintain control. I just want to rip my clothes off and fuck something, anything. The throbbing in my clit is so intense that it is now painful. I fight for my breath. My hips gyrate in slow, uncontrollable small circles. Please God, help me fight this. I can't embarrass myself in like this. My life will be ruined.

A Slave To Politics Part 6 by SpeechMasterOne

It just keeps going. My mind is unable to rest, unable to stop reacting, unable to think about much of anything but my throbbing sex.  I am so prone and vulnerable, my hope for someone or something to end this torment almost obliterated. I feel so alone.