BOOK: Non Consensual Erotica: Sex Stories of Rape, Mind Control, Hypnosis & Blackmail

This book qualifies as graphic, as it is one of the pioneers of disturbing content, and has gotten banned repeatedly from several ecommerce sites and some countries. It is text based but still gets a 8/10 for graphic ranking due to the content, which is unflinching. Very likely chance this book gets completely banned and is posessed only by collectors of this genre.

Here is the description from the publisher:

Over 70,000 dark and disturbing words fill this large collection of stories inspired from events and writings from around the world. Straight rape, lesbian rape, date rape, day stalkers, night invaders, abuse of power, blackmail, humiliation, mind control, and taking advantage of drunk and/or stoned females. There is plenty of XXX and NC-17 sex to go around, but very little romance. WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT. To view this book visit HERE or paste in this URL: http://www.amazon.com/Non-Consensual-Erotica-Hypnosis-Blackmail/dp/1451500890/ref=pd_sim_sbs_b_5#noop



Brief excerpt from the book (will be pulled if the publishers ask):

Bridgette gasped. She was quickly jerked aside, and a wet cloth was quickly placed over her mouth and nose. She came to slowly, her head whirling, her hands bound behind her back.

Luckily, her clothes were still on. She tried to turn her head but the only thing she succeeded in doing by attempting that was a sharp slap across the face.

"Slut," came an electronically altered voice. "I'm going to fuck that sweet body of yours and use you as a cumdumpster."

Bridgette's mind raced as she tried to think of a way out of this. She wondered what time it was and how long she had been our. Maybe her parents would come back early and stop the impending rape. Surely, it would be rape. She would never give her body over unless this asshole put a gun to her head. Even then she wasn't sure if she could give in.

Much to her surprise, she found that her pussy was dripping wet and she was more than slightly aroused by the thought of some stranger raping her. Oddly enough, she hoped that Joe would do this to her when she was ready. It wasn't that she wanted to be raped; she just wanted someone to act it out with. Now it seemed she wasn't going to have a choice. Bridgette licked her lips and tasted the coppery taste of blood as it trickled from her lip. Well, perhaps this man wasn't that interested in raping her. He hadn't bothered to strip her before while she was unconscious. Now, even as she was thinking it she was being hoisted up to a sitting position on the couch. The lights were still all off and she hadn't been able to glimpse anything of the intruder yet, anything more than the blur of his hand before he had slapped her.

He loomed above her now, and Bridgette could make out the vague outline of his looming figure. She looked up to where she thought his face might be and saw broad shoulder in the outline of the streetlights shining in from the window. His face was guarded by an opaque mask. It wouldn't hide much of his features but would make them obscure enough that she wouldn't be able to identify him unless it were for his physical traits alone.

His hand reached and touched her smooth skin. All of the thoughts of Joe leapt from her mind as she felt the man flick on the light behind her softly illuminating the room just a bit more. He was wearing all black. A black jacket which he was now removing, under which he had on a tight black T-shirt that showed off his well chiseled muscular chest. Hunter's features were remarkably similar to this man's she thought. But it was only a fleeting thought as he stood in front of her and pulled a knife from his back pocket. The intruder pressed the knife against her throat before reaching down and lifting her top away and slicing it down the middle. He grabbed her braless tits and pinched and pulled roughly at the nipples.

"Ungh!," she moaned, "Please sir, I'll do whatever you ask, just don't rape me." The man laughed.

"My parents are due home anytime now. Take what you want and leave."

"Hahaha!" The man stood over her and lifted the voice alterer to his mouth and said, "I have been watching you and this house long enough to know that on Friday nights your parents don’t return until 4 in the morning."

Bridgette sobbed. That was true; they usually stayed out late. And it was now probably just after one in the morning.

"Now slut, you are going to please me." He stood her up and unbuttoned her pants before yanking them down. She had already taken her shoes off, so he lifted her effortlessly and pulled her pants the rest of the way off. His big hands pushed her back down over the couches back and he grabbed the side of her thong and tore it easily from her body.

Her voice caught in her throat, and her breath wouldn't come without some exertion now. Even with that being the case her pussy was damn near dripping, how could I be turned on at such a horrendous time she wondered. Her pussy was bare except for one small well trimmed strip of the same blonde hairs that were on her head.

"So I see," he growled, “that you are a natural blonde.”His hand came down between her legs and spread her pussy wide, her pussy lips were already engorged as well as her clit. She found herself torn between wanting to beg the man to please not rape her and for him to fuck her abusively. She opened her legs wider giving him easier access while at the same time pleaded with him.

“No please don't rape me....isn't there anything I can do to save myself?" He slipped two and then three fingers into her cunt.