Molested Story Novels & Stories

That incident was factual, the concern she saw on his face that night was also factual, unlike the accusations against him which were just rumors, and rumors were seldom true. “Okay, that was a bad joke,” Maggie said, probably sensing that she was somewhat offended by it. ‘I’m sorry.” She paused and looked at the road in front of her, then spoke again. “But I will joke it again once we have proof that he really is a scumbag. If he’s really a sex addict, I wonder how many girls he had molested or raped.” Molested or raped, Misha grimly repeated in her mind. Was Soren a helpful angel or a sex-addicted demon?

She needs to let it all out. “There was this man that came to my room, I guess he was the same guy that they made me sit on his legs in the annual ball. Whenever this guy was around, my mum...the witch would blindfold me and ask me to get on my knees. The man would put his disgusting dick in my mouth and the witch would tell me how to please him. I feel so unclean, so fucking dirty." She cries even harder. I can't believe my mate was sexually molested, from such a young age.

I’m the only human, the last person he should be worried about in fact. I thought for a second. My whole body feels just fine. Then images of King and his black wolf flooded my head. “You could say that,” I murmur. He did save me after all. My mother nods. “He told me some guys tried to molest you, is that true?” my mom looks at me. I look down at my lap, “Yes,” it was hard admitting something like that to your own mother. She freezes and I look at her. Her face paled, and she looks like she’s been splashed a bucket of ice water.

I asked, a bit curious. “She passed a few days after.” “So sorry about that.” "Then there's me," the toothless woman began. "Some rich guy tried to molest me, I had no idea he would lie I hit him hard on the head with a stick. But his mother found out and got me arrested. I didn't even get a chance to redeem myself because I was helpless." She finished her story, and I turned to the third woman, hoping to hear her tale.

They were monsters and fucking heartless money seekers, and they get away with their actions because we are illegitimate, no one knows about us, and no one will care or ask about us. At the age of sixteen, I got raped by the mafia boss's son, the young master of the family that I had been working for as a maid. I refused his constant requests to bed me until one day he locked me and chained me in my room, then forced himself on me and took my virginity brutally. He left me beaten and bruised, bleeding alone, and I thanked my fellow maid Sarra and my only friend that she missed my presence and came to check on me in my room. She found me in that state and helped me. My body shivers at the men

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.

Madelyn interjected, "It's been over seventeen years. And besides, I am a prostitute, no one would believe me. They would think I am trying to ruin his reputation because he's a good man." Finlay cleared his throat and curled his finger into a fist on the table. "I don't care what people think, I know what it feels like to be molested at a young age." He gritted out and then clenched his jaw. Madelyn's eyes almost bulge out of their sockets upon hearing this from her Alpha. "You were molested?" "Yes." "By a woman?" "A man." And Madelyn gasped.

” I could feel the sadness returning to Bussy’s voice, as she clutched her small white bag. “Please come this way”. Bussy whispered and led me to to the trunk of a large tree, away from earshot. They were more male and female students all over the whole place. Some of them sat and talked, some cuddled in the dark places, while some strolled in slow, lazy steps. “Pierre… I was molested when I was much younger. A man whose name and face I’ve been unable to forget, forced himself on me when I was barely thirteen”.

He hugged me, "Don't say it anymore. If it breaks your heart so much, don't say anything." I shook my head, "No. I want to continue. I have never told any man my story before, I will try and complete it." "Immediately I got to their house, they molested me. They tore my clothes and raped me. They would rape me till I fainted and lock me up. But they fed me well, they even gave me to some of their friend's to do the same. I became used to this with time, it went on for two years. I aborted six pregnancies for them, but they didn't care." I cried.