Molested Story Novels & Stories

I shook my head desperately, but another thrust of his three thick fingers made my knees buckle. The bus rolled on into the night, completely unaware that an innocent eighteen-year-old schoolgirl was being brutally molested and humiliated in plain sight—her thong ruined, her pussy stretched, and her dignity slowly crumbling with every wet, filthy thrust of the old pervert’s fingers.

I trailed off as I remembered Carlos and how he molested me. It was the most horrible memory. If I had the power in me then, I could have strangled him to death for how he touched me without my permission. "Did something happen?" He asked me inquisitively. "Carlos. That pig... he... he molested me." I told him with tears threatening to come out of my eyes. I was just lucky that he never got his chance to rape me. "What? Carlos? You mean he touched you?" he asked and I nodded my head.

He turned me around and threw me in the third man's arms, who was standing. What the hell? What I have got myself into? Why such things only happen to me? There were many girls and women in the store. But they only found me. Not that I want them to harass someone else. in fact not girl deserves to be treated this way. I kept on hitting the third man, but no effect. He brought his face closer to me and was planning to kiss me. I pulled my face backward and pushed him but he succeeded in bringing his face close to me. God! What now? Please help me?

She said with tears in her eyes. “What do you mean, Zoe?” I asked her if I knew that I needed to move on. I was showing her just too much of my attention. “After we left Ms. Maddie. We were taken to this doctor. He checked us all over, even in…” She said, looking around before whispering. “My privates. Then we were taken to a classroom and shown a video. The men said that we would be playing house and we needed to make the Daddies happy. For me and Lilyannah, they told us we didn’t need to do many of the other things we were told we would have to bend over and show our butts. Then they began to touch us, and they would push their fingers into us. One of the guys even said that we may be aske

' He said with a painful smile. 'I was sexually molested as a child. I don't want you to imagine it in a pitiful way of an elderly woman raping a little child. Imagine a little child taking pleasure in being sexually assaulted and choked and gagged by his school teacher. She would always call me to her office touch me and chain me to her desk. Then, she would flog me with a whip until I bent on my knees and worshipped her. To be fair, I didn't consider it as molesting. I enjoyed everything she willingly offered to me.' He continued with a smile.

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.

She nods her head. “My name is Rosemary, and I am representing all the women whose daughters were molested and raped by Cole’s son,” she said, tearing up. I looked at him, and he was sweating. “Tell us,” I said, softly. She nods her head. “His son has been causing ruckus, your majesty. He gets young women drunk and rapes them; some he moles. My daughter was a gardener in their mansion; she is just 21 years old, your majesty, and has never been with a man. She went missing, and we couldn’t find her. When we found her, she was by the bush. He raped her, your majesty, and dumped her in the bush,” she said, crying heavily. I waited for her to calm down before speaking.

He wheezes lowly, coughing when I slacken my grip and fall back to straddle him. As he struggles to gather himself, I see the pellucid traces of his trauma still eating into him as he crosses an arm across his face to hide his eyes from me. Quietly, I wait for him, nerves snapping covertly as I watch him finally expel some words. “I was molested when I was little...it was, Congressman Lee”.

The room echoed with skin slapping, moans, and filthy words. “Fuck your stepdaughter harder,” Sarah urged him while fingering me. “Fill that tight pussy.” Jake finally lost control. He had me on my back, legs over his shoulders in a mating press. Sarah sat on my face as he pounded me mercilessly. The angle hit so deep I saw stars. I licked Sarah frantically while my stepbrother destroyed my cunt. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” Jake warned, thrusting faster. “Do it,” I moaned into Sarah’s pussy. “Cum in your stepsister!”

Alexis woke up to the news about Edward’s arrest. The news said someone had left an anonymous tip that uncovered a series of sexual molestation on the part of the model scout. Some of the victims had in the last twenty-four hours, been contacted and they were ready to file official reports and press charges. All news stations carried the same news. Alexis was confused and dizzy!