Molested Novels & Stories

"Why didn’t you tell Papa?" "He said that he would insert his big thing inside me if I dared you." With that, Soleil showed the size of the penis with both hands. If I was fuming in anger before, I am boiling like lava now. With the size of the dick that she said, I knew this Zero wasn’t anyone of his age but some adult, but who? Someone was molesting her all this time, and she didn’t even know what exactly was happening to her. The worst part was that there was more than I heard.

Mason pumped viciously, claiming every inch of my p**sy and all I could do was shatter and come all over him. Mason growled and doubled his speed. He began to howl, and our wolves were in sync. He pumped as if his life depended on it, and I took it all coming and going between orgasms. He gave me no break at all, and I loved it until he stilled and came inside me. Then pulled out and sat down. Marcus was still working on himself. He stood up and took me while my body was yet to recover from the orgasms I experienced with Mason. He took me, and I cried and came several times, and he released into me too. My body shook from excess pleasure, and I realised that having two mates was a blessing a

She said in a low voice and stepped backward. Just then, i remembered her. She was the waitress in that welcoming ball my mother held for me when i came back. This particular girl was the one who Carolina was bullying, and as i thought about that, i looked around and saw that most of the girls here were at my welcoming ball dressed in a waitress uniform. The time i had in that place was very limited and so i couldn't ask each and every one of them about what is happening to them. It is clear that they are being trafficked.

I croak. “Good. Now what exactly is scary about being divinely fucked by your mate?” Viki wants to know. I continued to drink from the wine while thinking about how to approach the subject. When I start to feel tipsy, my tongue seems to loosen.“I was molested for a long time, and the night that Caleb found me, I was raped. Everyone talks about how wonderful sex… fucking is, but for me, it only means pain.” I take another sip from the bottle. “Caleb told me he is willing to show me how wonderful it can be, but each time I think about it, I start to panic.”

I looked at his face and he looked discombobulated. He swallowed hard and dropped the glass of whiskey on the table. He turned cold and I could see it in his eyes. He didn't say anything but I wasn't going to let him get away with this one. "You molested her," I continued. "You made her feel less of herself. You fucking forced yourself on her. Gave her hickeys, and bruised her neck, shoulders, and thighs. You're a sadist Man." "I didn't—"

Messy and sexy are the two words Angga can judge Maureen by. "First too." Angga's nod was accompanied by a focus on the blank wall in the room. He looked down, admitting, "But I see it often." "Where?" Maureen felt burn at Angga's confession of seeing other women treated like her just now. "Do you like to see girls being treated like this?" "I don't want to experience my girl being molested by someone else." Angga stroked down Maureen's cheek. His smile looked dazzling after all the hot activities that left his partner lying content.

He could become prosperous if he went into modeling. The classroom was filled with groans and the pupils slouched into the chair. "Just a word of advice," Teacher Johnson said, his fake American accent evident in his voice. "For both the girls and boys. The crime of human trafficking has greatly increased in the past month so, I advice you all to be careful and avoid bad company." The entire class clapped loudly, not as a way to say 'Thank you, Teacher Johnson, for your wise words', but to rather say 'We've heard you, Sir. Now leave the classroom so we can go home'.

I asked her and she bit her lip. “I…” she trailed off, her grip on her own hands tightened as she tried to come up with words. If she learnt self defense then I was totally cool with it. Even if she did not, was not one to judge someone at all. “I got molested by a lot of people. I learnt a thing or two along the line,” she let out in one breath. I got angry. Not at her, but at the people who touched and hurt her. I wanted every single one of them to pay with their lives in fact. She was just a child and they had no compassion and took advantage of her.

Her hips twitched subtly against the hand fingering her. I should have shouted. Should have pushed through the crowd and pulled her away. But I was paralyzed, my face burning, my own pussy clenching involuntarily as I watched my best friend get molested right in front of me. The wet, subtle sounds of fingers sliding into her soaked cunt reached my ears over the train’s rumble. Hallie’s cheeks were flushed deep red. Her eyes fluttered half-closed. “Fuck, she’s dripping,” the man behind her growled. “Tight little college pussy. Been waiting for this all night, haven’t you, slut?”

“He does not mean anything to me. It is just a quick fuck.” The old man scurried from behind the counter and unlocked the door labeled “Employees Only.” The moment they stepped inside, he grabbed Sloane’s tits and sucked on them greedily. He took his time with each one while Sloane bit her lip and moaned, staring up at the ceiling. He slapped her breasts to watch them jiggle, then pinched her nipples hard, keeping them stiff and swollen. After he finished molesting her chest, he led them into a small back room that smelled of mildew and old sweat. A stained mattress sat on a metal frame under a single bare bulb.