Novel & Cerita Fictional Rape Stories

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

The table creeks beneath us as he continuously overpowers me, taking what he wants from my body with no remorse, licking his vile flesh. “Tell me you love me filling you, zhadnaya suka! [greedy bitch!]” His voice is low, hoarse, and filled with excitement beyond my control. History has a way of repeating itself. Konstatins' father raped my mother, now, Konstatin is raping me. Is this what the men in the mafia do to the woman they use as collateral? Strip her of everything that she holds dearly in the nest of her chest, until, she is left with nothing but an empty shell of the woman she used to be.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. REMEMBER: The world of fiction where the characters of my story reside is void of realities of HIV and STI. In the real world where we live in, HIV and STIs exist. The story is merely an escape from that world, so that I can release my subconcious, which is full of crazy and messy sex fantasies. The scenes in this story should never be recreated in real life. Guys, never ever attempt barebacking, rape or other unsafe sex ac

Kimi ranted rolling her eyes. “Hey, in most of them, he figures out he’s supposed to be with his wife in the end,” Rose defended. Even Kam couldn’t stay silent. “What about the ones whose virginity was taken by someone other than their husband?” “Yeah!” Kimi exclaimed. “If my story was on one of those aps, I’d end up marrying the bastard who raped me.” Rose scrunched up her nose at that logic. “Okay, I see your point. Not all of them are great, but, I mean, different cultures?”

I wanted to be like the women I found in the stories in the back. Women that had unforgettable sex, a lot more interesting than my own awkward and unsatisfying sex life at the time. The story that really stood out centered around a woman who went camping with her husband. They couple made a few friends and one thing led to another and five men fucked her and filled her with cum. The next encounter came in the form of p**n video one of my immature guy friends put on at a party. From the woman’s bleached blonde hair to her giant fake tits, everything about it fell into the category of fake.

But, of course, the worst was that Ruth had dreamed about the murder, in detail, before it had happened. The student exhibitionist, that could have been coincidence. The rape she dreamed about, with the nurse, that wasn't confirmed, and besides, "incidents" happen all the time. Dream about a rape, there's bound to be one soon, somewhere. All the orgasms Thursday night. Well, there are probably dozens of students out screwing each other, but there's no way to know whether what she had dreamed really happened, or was going to happen. But the murder, the crushed skull and "mutilated body," the location just where she dreamed it happened, that really made a believer out of her.