Molested Novels & Stories

I don't respond; I just wait for him to continue. "I was kidnapped as a pup from the Silver Moon pack. The pack that took me was a pack of rogues, and they abused me until they sold me to another pack. The pack they sold me to was even worse. They tortured me. Some of them sodomized me with any objects they could get their hands on. I was close to death when I was finally rescued. It took me a long time to begin to heal from what they did. The group I'm with is trying to reconnect people with the families they were taken from. Yesterday, the pack we went to was the rogue pack that I was with in the beginning. We killed them all, and I took out my frustrations doing to them some of the horrif

I sighed, turning to the other side to see Zoe was still sleeping. I averted my gaze away from her, staring at the wardrobe.Last night wasn't something that was meant to happen. It shouldn't have happened. Does he do it with his models?. Ewww! I can imagine how much of a pervert he is. Touching other women that way without a hint of hesitation or shame. He must have been doing it for a very long time which is sickening in a way. That's sexual harassment and molestation. If he does this type of thing to his models, why haven't they reported to the police or any NGOs?.I sighed again.

Our feet were touching the ground as we were only partly on the soft bed. I turned to Moore and tugged on his sleeve. “Something did happen.” I started and felt my insides twist in hesitation. Moore furrowed his eyebrows at me and the edges of his lips curled into a deep frown. “What happened?” He asked, clueless. “You weren’t the only one who was molested by your father Moore…All those years you spent in that College and high school…” I trailed off and lost my voice for a moment. Moore tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, we were dangerously close but the situation was nowhere romantic.

"Lil mama, why you gon walk around with no bra?" "So now you suddenly feel sorry after ripping my shirt off?!", she yelled in his face. "Keep it down", he frowned. She scoffed. "You're so rude and arrogant. You think you can just get any girl in this hood?. Listen nigga, I ain't one of them hoes". Then, she looked down at her body. "This, this is molestation. Thug king or not, if you try that shit with me again, Imma have you arrested".

Taking a big breath to calm my own nerves I finally tell him. “ Michael, I was molested when I was 13 years old. The only person that knows is Shelly but I think my body might be messed up now since we tried to have a baby and I’ve lost it. I don’t know if it’s the cause of it or not. But I’m scared. I’m not gonna be able to have kids anymore or at least hold them to term. What he did to me was wrong, and it scarred me not only mentally but physically, scars that you wouldn’t have been able to see.”

I pushed him again, embracing myself for being so ashamed standing nude in front of him, panting and shaking my hand as his expression darkened, making me uncomfortable and afraid of his reaction. I swallowed and attempted to snare my clothing, but he sprang on me and s*cked and bit my n*pples, causing me to moan in delight and pain while pinning me against the wall. “Oh baby, How I missed your b++bs,” he whispered to my ear and I sigh heavily. He pulled out his big and thick tan d*ck and he spread my legs using his feet and he cover my mouth as he thrust his pen*s into my hole.

Ste was unsure what to say or do, so he nodded and made a non-committal sound. “Well?” Jamie probed. “Do you think I’m abnormal?” “No,” Ste answered, a little too quickly. “I mean, there’s a category on Pornhub for it so… it’s gotta be normal, right?” “Oh?” Jamie perked up. “There is?” “Well, yeah… it’s the S part in BDSM,” Ste explained to his clueless tormentor. “Oh,” Jamie laughed. “Maybe I’ll tie you up and whip you.” It was phrased like a joke but the look in Jamie’s eyes was calculating, as if he were gauging Ste’s reaction to the suggestion.

I take three steps back. “Why are you running away from me? I’m not going to hurt you, I just want us to have a little chat and why not some adult fun?” Adult fun, I know exactly what he means by adult fun. Holy Moon goddess, why am I always in this kind of situation? If I’m not being bullied, I’m being molested. What is my offense? “I… I.. don’t have anything to say to you” “Well, I do. Like the fact that you are very sexy and I would like to know what it feels like to have you moaning my name in pleasure as I thrust deep into you.”

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 hot 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.

A smirk plastered on his face again. I'm dead. He lowers his mouth to my ear level and whispers words that send shivers down my spine. "Now, sit back and enjoy it while it lasts" My arms are lifted above my head and tied to the wooden board. tears, that's all i can think of. and how they must have stained my face. "you know most girls beg for this" he yanks me by the waist to meet his excited member. "and here I am giving you for free" he unbuckles his belt then goes for my underwear, ripping it at his grasp.