Fictional Rape Stories Novels & Stories

Diana was startled. “We all have a jumper like that some time in our life,” Aislen said. “I guess we’re more alike than I thought,” Diana murmured. “Who raped you?” Aislen pulled a face. “I think the Who Didn’t Rape Aislen list is a shorter one, to be honest, Diana. Even I raped myself in a way, five years ago, when I was hurting over… things, the Triquetra, and life in general. I let a guy I didn’t know take me to a motel room and we got drunk, and high, and f-ked… I walked into the situation with open eyes, but I… well, I wasn’t capable of making safe decisions for myself at the time.”

She wasn’t any more than the image of my neighbor, a girl with the pretense of an adventurer, her people would send her on a mission in which she would end up being the target of abuse and humiliation. “My dear readers, to finish, I will leave you these beautiful illustrations of what is to come.” With this in mind, just let us see how “Kaleida” was the object of rapes and mistreatment. One of those looked like a plant with tentacles wrapped around her body. At the same time, she spits some acid onto her clothes, leaving her completely exposed. In another one, she was completely gagged while she was raped by bandits from all holes possible. I could feel like I had an erection, so I decided t

Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch. “Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me. “I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.” Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me. We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.

I scrolled with trembling fingers, my vision blurring as I read the words that felt like they had been ripped from my private nightmares. The article was a masterpiece of cruelty. It claimed that ten years ago, I had fabricated my pregnancy to force Tristan into a marriage he didn't want. It alleged that when the "lie" was about to be discovered, I had faked a miscarriage and fled the country with a settlement, only to return now to "finish the job" and seize the company.

Because of a sexual fantasy in which he took the woman to the province, specifically to the isolated place, and then pretended to r*ped her before she became pregnant, the woman filed a r*pe lawsuit against him. It's not r*pe, but a sexual fantasy. It’s consensual—both of them agreed to do it! There was a lot of sexual role-playing between him and Remi, including r*pe role-playing. He overplayed the part, harming Remi by slapping her face, yanking her hair, and squeezing various of her body parts. He had to do it like a real r*pist to his victim. It was wrong and dangerous; it was just how fucked up he was before.

A worker feigned ignorance, grasping at the bait. "The billionaire playboy—that handsome bachelor everyone has been wanting to know if he's married or not?" The receptionist's voice quivered with the thrill of gossip. "Ah, Mr. Knight... on headlines about rape." Disbelief laced with desire bled from the worker's words. "Don't believe stories like that; that man is the owner of Knight Group International. Any woman would kill to sleep with that man; did you see how fine he is? Rape isn’t his thing."

' She said and entered the room , locking the door she started what she wanted to. ‘Go a..way jus.t go a,way. They. are monsters. he sells girls for money. He.. he trapped me like yo..u , you are .. his … new gi.rlfriend r.ight. You m..ust be h.i.s n..ew.girl..friendd. na, that's wh..at h.e does. A.nd most .. i mportantly you are an orphan right...' with that she told a story of few months ago which was similar to her lovestory. Siya was in tears she doesn't know what to do, the gentleman she loved was like no was a rapist. She was too overwhelmed and don't know what to believe.

I was once raped, times in my life when nothing made sense, when justice was never served to the poor and broken, when I was caged, enslaved, taken advantage of, and after every other thing I’ve gone through, I thought I had passed this stage. One harsh thrust made me gasp, and another follows, harsher this time. I could hear his labored breathing as he dug into me, moaning and screaming. Felita begins to cry, and I just lie there like a corpse. I wasn’t crying, screaming, or reacting. All that constantly walked through my mind was that Felix was truly gone, and that hurt more, far worse than being raped by a disgusting, selfish, narcissist bastard. Soon, after a long, unbearable thrusting,

138 "I slapped Claire for saying the same when Zara was in the hospital post her rape. But, I never met the rapists myself. I never got to see them and after that one time Zara never mentioned or showed, much less act like a rape victim." "It's as if she forgot that day, Cole. Like she was never assaulted by a group of ten or more men as she had told me. That's not how rape victims behave, do they? They are constantly disturbed and for years they get nightmares. Zara never spoke to me about nightmares since that one time five months ago."

WARNING! R18! The following scenes in this story contain sexual scenes and violence, so if you don't want to read obscene behavior or your age is below 18 you can skip this chapter... Inspirational quotes for rape victims... You're not a victim for sharing your story. You are a survivor setting the world on fire with your truth. And you never know who needs your light, your warmth, and raging courage." - Anonymous... ... NIGHTMARES... GUIA'S P.O.V