Molested Story Novels & Stories

After all, I will be getting married to him. "I have been getting them for 12 years. I was kidnapped, tortured and raped by my uncle". ❀❀❀ (Warning- This part will have mature content which might make some readers uncomfortable. If you do not feel at ease when reading about molestation or such violence then kindly skip this part. I will give brief details at the end of this chapter) Sumit did not say a word and I did not know whether it was good or bad.

Playing games, using their meat to bet on it as whosoever wins, takes the meat. Now Rosela herself, has missed this so much as she loved and cared for Anuella and Kwensa so much, until her step-father, Amunsa started molesting her. She tries fighting back with her own womanly strength yet, she didn't win him. She reported to her mom and got hated, from everyone because of it.

If she hadn't come to Taadi City to develop her career, she wouldn't have had to experience these frustrating and cunning fights. Moving her feet backward, she planned to flee. Unexpectedly, a man's voice suddenly rang. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Miss Vivian who was molested a few years ago!" Rex didn't want to scold a woman, but this woman was getting on his nerves so he decided to publicly bully her. Upon hearing the word 'molested', Vivian's smugness immediately disappeared. That was her taboo, which involved her embarrassing past that even she found it hard to talk about.

"I thought I saw Jack's hand trembling as he slipped my tee shirt off. 'You've seen them already.' I said. 'But now, just for a little, they are mine.' He answered, gently taking my breasts in his calloused hands. We stared at each other as he fondled me and pinched my nipples. I came, gasping quietly. 'That's one.' He smiled. His cock between my legs, behind fabric, twitching. My pussy, drenched. Jack looked deep into my eyes. 'Are you ready? You can say no. It's all up to you.' I had stopped masturbating. Telling this story was work. Molly had cum at least once more. Then the kids woke up, fussing. "Oh shit, what timing." Molly moaned, removing her wet hand from between her legs. She giggl

I followed Tami’s lead and opened a secure site. Anonymous submissions. Document uploads. Testimonies. By the end of the second day, there were five. Five stories. Different names. Different years. Same monster. That night, I sat on the couch with a blanket around my shoulders and read every word. One girl talked about an after-hours meeting that turned into something she couldn’t speak about for a year. Another had a panic attack during a college tour when she saw him on a panel. Each story stitched a clearer picture—of how he operated, where he hunted, who he targeted.

My moans echoed off the stone, raw and unfiltered, and bouncing back to me as if the crypt itself were moaning with me. He watched through the lens, eyes dark, pupils blown wide with lust and something colder—calculation. “Tell me your worst secret, Elara,” he said, voice low and coaxing. “The one you’ll never print.” I gasped, hips rocking into my own hand, thighs trembling. “I… I came to expose you,” I confessed, the words spilling like wine. “The abuse stories. The missing girls from the Boston church. The rumors of payoffs, of girls who vanished after private ‘counseling.’ I thought you were—”

Apart from that, there were also records of crimes they had committed in the last ten years. For example, there was the shareholder who complained the most, Leslie Wolvendom. Although he wasn’t involved in many bribery cases, he molested a few young girls using lowly means three years ago. There was solid evidence of those incidents, and on top of that, he even hired someone to break another person’s legs and threatened the victim’s family members… If such evidence were to be collectively handed to the officials, this fellow would have to at least go to prison for ten years.

“Ever since you came here, you've been downcast. I know that we haven't been in a good place as friends lately, but I know you well enough to know that this isn't you. You're always in a sour mood and your nights are filled with endless nightmares. What happened, Lola? You're breaking my heart by not letting me in,” “He almost raped me,” I blurted out, heaving a sigh of relief as I finally let the truth out. He flinched, worry fading into fury in a matter of seconds. “Who the fuck tried to molest you?” A sob stifled in my throat making it difficult for me to swallow and speak. “Manny, my mother's new boyfriend,” By the time I finished narrating everything that happened in her house, he was a

My voice was cold as I said, "Digging up that old wound only makes those three years feel even more pathetic. You and I both wanted it buried forever." He froze, the fury in his eyes draining into defeat. He then walked away looking undone. I naively assumed that this would be the end of it, but I was wrong. Just as the uproar reached a boiling point, a far deadlier blow was aimed at me. An anonymous tip tore open a past I thought long buried. I had allegedly molested a neighbor's young wolf pup. The claim stated it had caused an uproar at my old home, only to be dropped due to a lack of evidence. I then swiftly moved away, but it was interpreted as a guilty escape.

Another parent cried out. “My son was molested by the cultists, he was blended forcefully, he was wounded all around his body, all in the name of seminary, that man deserves death and he must witness it”. A mother cried out too. “My son was among those taken to court because of the stolen money from the bursar office; thanks to God that yesterday it was confirmed that the principal was a core culprit in the robbery, why on earth did innocent children suffer such setback due to a wicked man’s act?”. Another parent cried out.