Ravished by the Orc – $2.99

Callie loves being overpowered. Too busy for real life encounters, she settles for whatever she can find online, letting herself be taken by brick-jawed elves in her favorite game.

Sometimes, she gets lucky.

Sometimes, she surrenders to someone special, someone who deeply understands the brutal domination she craves…

WARNING: 7000 words of BDSM rape-play, suitable only for mature audiences. Features brief xenobestiality, public use by nefarious bandits and other passers-by, sex in restraints, knotting, and, finally, a hulking orc rescuer that demands to be very thoroughly rewarded.

Interested? Buy right away at Smashwords. For an excerpt, continue reading…

Excerpt

I come here to be raped. Not like, really truly raped; it’s the fantasy kind. My favorite, fucked up sim scenario goes something like this:

I am a poor young farm girl, rebelling, naive, or maybe just restless. I escape my farm and my village, going out onto the Great Plains of Dazur-Ish’tal (the names in this game are never good, just bear with it). My favorite thing isn’t to fall afoul of anyone or anything straight away; I love playing my character as somewhat unskilled, but with good instincts. Competent in a pinch. Worried, of course—you don’t sneak by a riotous centaur band celebrating their raid’s success without feeling at least a little concerned on behalf of your technical virginity—but not too worried.

After all, I made it past the Bright Wizards’ blockade. I know how to handle trolls—they avoid trying my lonely campfire at night, and in return I leave my most pungent pair of underwear behind, along with a handful of credits, and all is well. I took down a Ravening Cockscomb nearly right out of the gate, and thought, of course, of what it would feel like if I were depraved enough to demand the victor’s price, which is what they call the defeat rape in this particular slice of the game universe.

I didn’t demand anything like that, of course. I picked carefully through the Cockscomb’s generous loot table, and made it all the way into Colmey Forest largely off the back of that haul. Sometimes I like to take my journey even farther, take my character all the way through to the Free City to be scandalized and tantalized, and only return to the forest once I’ve had a season or two of experience hiring out as a caravan guard, or perhaps even a mercenary.

Tonight, though, I’m too impatient to do more to set things up; I want action, not just the fevered anticipation of it, so I guide my poor farm girl through Colmey Forest on slightly unsteady legs, watching, as always, for the signs that show that I have wandered just a little too far afield. Thick, ropy webbing hanging from dark branches. A strange, spicy smell that intensifies in the clearings and diminishes among the trees, but never quite goes away. Sometimes, I can hear the spiders coming—hear, at least, the slight rustling that often precedes their pouncing on you—but most of the time, it’s a delightful surprise.

I always have my character try to fight back. Try valiantly, and fail, falling to my knees, my clothes torn and sticky with the webs that have constrained my frantic, desperate movements. I don’t bother going with the whole egg impregnation thing, because that sequence takes too long, and anyway I prefer my attackers to be a little less mindless.

Such as the grizzled, shady adventurers that are often the first ones to come upon the naked, web-bound body of my avatar. The best thing is the moment they see me, the way even the supposed good guys can’t help but eye me up, their heated gazes lingering on my bare, swollen breasts, or, even better, on my spread, trembling thighs.

This particular iteration, the spider left most of my loincloth intact. There really is something about being only partially covered, partially shielded; I can’t help but lie there in my webs and think of how I look, how anyone who sees me must be thinking that it’s obvious what happened to me, despite the thin barrier of the cloth that shields my sticky, aching pussy from view. They know I’ve been taken already. They know I’ve been crammed to the hilt with spider-cock. They know that, even if I didn’t want it, even if I fought to my last breath, I’m slick now, slick and empty and aching to be filled again, high on the pheromones from all the spider’s secretions.

Only once have I ever had someone come upon me while the spider was still at it. That was almost too much—they killed the spider and wrenched it off away from me, but not until they’d crept in close, their hard-on visible in their breeches, their interest in my helpless struggles beneath the spider’s frenzied thrusts all too clear.

They raped me, of course. Right there, right next to the steaming corpse of the spider, their breaths unsteady with eagerness, their few intelligible phrases all revolving on the theme that I really, really should be thanking them for saving me. That I couldn’t blame them for wanting—needing to be thanked.

Which was all close to the line but in a really enjoyable way, until after, when it became clear that they were taking my polite refusal to RP1 as their new slave for a scene or two way too personally. We had words, I blocked them, end of story.

I think about them still, sometimes. Like right now, while a tall, rugged elf runs his hands up and down my avatar’s prone body, murmuring words of reassurance, warming my skin with attempted healing spells that founder due to the spider pheromones. That Guy, as I mentally refer to him, was also playing as an elf.

Not like this—he was far more aggressive. It feels like it takes fifteen minutes for this elf to realize that his heals aren’t doing shit, he can’t cut through the webbing and I haven’t just been moaning because of the medical help he’s been trying to give me. His OOC2 channel is turned off, too, so I can’t even give him a hint.

Finally, he “succumbs” to the latent spider pheromones in the air, and sinks his thick, rigid cock into my cunt. I moan, weakly. I work his cock as best as I can, mostly for my own benefit, because he’s playing at reluctance, at slow, shallow thrusting, and while that could definitely have been interesting in another context, especially combined with his tortured expression, it’s really not doing much for me right now.

He finishes, and it’s quite good—elves come a lot, and at least half the draw of this fantasy is about the feeling of being full, of dripping, of feeling that surge of unwelcome warmth inside me.

Next, some few minutes after Mr. Guilty Elf has laced up his breeches and shaken his head over me and gone guiltily on his way, some bandits arrive, and I brace myself.

Never can tell whether it’s all NPCs3 in a band or not; there are some really quite seriously devoted RPers who live for blending in. I’m raped quite thoroughly; they set up camp and draw lots and fill my mouth as well as my cunt—a dead giveaway, in some game engines, for real RPers, but not something you can rely on in this one, since the NPCs here will fuck any hole you opt into, rather than just the default.

My favorite moment with these sorts of groups isn’t the approach—it’s not at all in doubt what’ll happen, there’s no thinking or hesitating on their part, it’s all just raucous laughter and excitement followed by their fingers thrusting deeply into my cunt. They play with me there, slapping and squeezing and sucking my tits while they all unbutton, and while that’s good, it’s, well, it’s common enough that I no longer feel that squirmy, guilty frisson when they start in.

No, my favorite thing is when I pass out from being used—which doesn’t always happen, seeing as it’s not often that the game will even offer the option. That moment of knowing, just knowing it won’t stop them, that it might only make them more brutal, more eager, now that my limp body offers not even a token resistance… That always makes me come.

Better yet is the moment I wake up. Occasionally, I’m still being used, and it’s obvious I wasn’t passed out for very long, and that means an instant, almost involuntary orgasm, because I know I’m in for a long, hard ride.


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  1. RP: abbreviation for ‘roleplay’.

  2. OOC: abbreviation for ‘out of character’.

  3. NPCs: abbreviation for ‘non-playing character’. Gaming slang for the characters in games that aren’t currently being controlled by a player.

Unexpected hiatus drawing to a close

Or, an end to formality.

Or, this post has been in my drafts for like, five fucking years, omg. It’s time to let it out!

Basically, I was gone but now I’m back. I purged emails from my old-ass newsletter (there were only two, lol), and I’m publishing new stuff! As well as slowly updating my backlist so they have fancy Smashwords-specific .doc files.

I’ve no idea what kind of publishing pace I will keep to. I do know that there’s four more stories in the new series I’ve started, and that there’s maaaybe one or two more stories in the Shared series, but that’s it. If I disappear again, this time I will let you know.

Claimed by His Friends – $2.99

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‘Claimed by His Friends’ by Fiona Coulby

It was supposed to be just one night of wicked fun, of being touched, spread and used by her boyfriend Jun and his two best friends. Alice lets herself dream of doing it again, but she’s given up on getting Jun to discuss the idea without teasing her about her constant, shameful hunger to be dominated by all three men.

When Jun finally admits his taboo desire to share her again, Alice feels torn between anger at his hypocrisy and a seething, all-consuming lust. Will she resist her urge to give in, or will she let him and his friends give her the rough treatment that she craves?

This 18,000-word novella is the second story in the Shared series. It is suitable only for adults. Want a taste? Continue reading Claimed by His Friends – $2.99

Seduced by My Gorgon Boss – $2.99

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“Seduced by My Gorgon Boss” by Fiona Coulby

Never get involved.”

That, in Joan’s opinion, is the best way to handle the constant sexual tension that comes of working in an office full of dangerously insatiable males of her own race: gorgons, a strange, sensual, half-alien people. Traditionally, gorgon males do not cope well with the constant, maddening arousal of their irresistible monthly cycle, and their secret attempts to sate their urges often result in exactly the kind of torrid interpersonal drama that she strives to avoid.

So, when Joan walks in on the highly respected, coldly efficient Mr. Hashizaki in the throes of an embarrassing cycle-induced display again, she knows that the right thing to do is turn around and leave, just like she did the first time. Instead, she finds herself inching forward, her mind full of filthy fantasies, her body aching to revel in his forbidden touch.

Can she fight her own primal need to submit to his greedy, dominating grasp, or will she end up crossing the line?

Warning: this short, erotic 18,000-word novella contains rough, secret office sex, multiple male orgasms and bdsm roleplay. It is suitable only for adults. Want a taste? Continue reading Seduced by My Gorgon Boss – $2.99

Dominated by Strangers – $2.99

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Dominated by Strangers by Fiona Coulby

Evie has always wanted to be taken by more than one man at once, and the high-tech simulation she signs up for promises exactly that. Will the twisted nature of her chosen scenario end up being too much to handle, or will she find that her taste for depravity runs deeper than she thought?

Warning: this short, erotic 9,000-word story contains rough sex with multiple partners, bdsm roleplay, and werewolf knotting sex. It is suitable only for adults. Interested? Continue reading Dominated by Strangers – $2.99

Somehow managed to bludgeon LaTeX into making a passable ebook file. Now the Great PDF Edit of my first few stories can begin.

Taken and Used – $2.99

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“Taken and Used” by Fiona Coulby

When Becca’s sexy girlfriend suggests that they splurge on a high-tech gangbang simulation, she is loath to agree, afraid that her taboo desire for the rough embrace of faceless men may drive a wedge between her and her lover.

Then, as she sinks into the gritty fantasy of the scenario they ordered, Becca realizes her girlfriend has left her to fend for herself among strangers who seem only too eager to push her over the line. Will she give in and allow herself to be used by all, and how will her girlfriend react when she sees the filthy evidence of her forbidden desire?

Warning: this 7,000-word story contains rough multiple-partner sex that includes public exhibition, light BDSM, and double penetration. It is suitable only for adults. Want to take a peek? Continue reading Taken and Used – $2.99

Shared With His Friends – $2.99

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“Shared With His Friends” by Fiona Coulby

When Alice’s sexy boyfriend suggests that they embark on a night of unrestrained debauchery with his two best friends, she almost turns him down, fearing that she’ll enjoy the frantic action a little too much.

Will she give in to her taboo desire to take on all three men at once, and how will her boyfriend react when she loses all control?

Warning: this 8,000-word story contains rough foursome sex, light bondage and double penetration. It is suitable only for mature audiences. Want a sample? Continue reading Shared With His Friends – $2.99

Devoured – $2.99

cover image for Devoured, man and woman necking
“Devoured” by Fiona Coulby

Gina has always wanted to take a bite out of Danny, her hot, half-vampire neighbor. Sadly, they’ve known each other forever, and he’s never been one to take her torrid teasing seriously.

Then, one warm summer night, Gina drops by, only to find Danny can’t take his hungry gaze off her. Suddenly, it’s up to her to keep a lid on the scorching tension between them, or risk being devoured in more ways than one…

Warning: DEVOURED is a short, erotic 7000-word story that contains hard vampire sex, biting, and oral sex. It is suitable only for mature audiences. Interested? Continue reading Devoured – $2.99