Fictional Rape Stories Novels & Stories

She was much more braver when she told me her story though, unlike her daughter. I took another deep breath and looked at the fire the whole remaining time I resumed with the story. It was the only way I could speak about this without pausing every five seconds to pick up the shards of my breaking heart. I didn’t care if it made him feel like I was avoiding his gaze because I was lying with another cover up story. It was just the only way I could talk about it. I told him everything, without skipping any details. I told him about the rape, the escape, the fake father on paper, how normal and simple our life was in Seattle, and how it was all going perfectly… until it wasn’t.

Her eyes soften. "What happened to you?" She asked quietly. I put my head on the table and back up again. "I.....I was raped, my friend committed suicide, my friends were raped, my friends were harassed, I went to court, Noah went to jail" I cut the long story short. "Noah killed someone " I concluded.

was some kind of campus Casanova, a mysterious god of sex who’d seen it all, done it twice, and written the manual. The truth was, I was a fraud. A beautiful, well-structured, grammatically perfect fraud. I was a virgin whose only sexual experience was the chafing on his own dick and the bitter taste of his own cum. Lately, the stories were getting harder to write. The well was running dry, and my own hand was getting tired. I was recycling my own pathetic fantasies, and they were getting stale. The latest comments on the magazine’s online forum were a public execution. ‘The author is obviously a virgin. Total turn-off.’ That one line had burned itself onto the inside of my eyelids. They kne

So, I stayed silent and just stared back at him. He raised his brows a few times in mock humor before starting back up with his story. “It’s true that it’s easier to rape a woman than it is a man, but there are ways to force a man’s apparatus into action. Several, in fact. The most common and popular way is to insert your finger up the anu…” “Stop!” I bellowed as I covered my ears. “I don’t need to hear how to do that. Trust me, I’ll never find the need.”

For a mature audience only! This book contains explicit content with violence, murder, torture, psycological abuse, depression, suicide attempt, rape, noncunsensual and forced sex. This is a fictional story and my opinion is that any form of nonconsensual and forced sex is considered rape, unless it has been consented in advance. I don’t believe it is right for any man or woman to abuse another person, like Alessio does, in a relationship or outside one.

I take the names of the characters according to my entourage, in general I take the name of my family and my friends. When is VOLUME 2? Soon Where did you get the inspiration to write this story? Well... let's say that I am very committed to defending the evils of my society, the inspiration came to me naturally and I think that this story describes most young girls, many will recognize themselves in this story, my pen is meant to be to be the voice of the voiceless, many young girls suffer in silence because of the rape, because of the blackmail but do not dare to speak about it for fear of being judged or denied by their family, to choose their associates, the people that

If I were them, I would've said that. Lillian squeezed my hand assuring me that she is here with me. She didn't ask me what happened. And she didn't leave, even after all these rumors. As much as I don't want to care about these things, even I'm a human being. I'm a victim. I was raped. What would they do if they realize these facts? Would they ask for forgiveness? Would they say sorry? Can a sorry solve everything? Slowly, the things that I never wanted to care for are becoming too much. They are consuming. They are reminding me of my past.

Then, in a creepy, slow voice, she began: “There was once a woman who was tired of her life. She woke up every day to make breakfast for her husband, took care of her kids, and hated the life she was stuck in. One night, she went out for fun. Her eyes landed on this mysterious, handsome man. She flirted with him and even suggested they make out. They went to his car and had amazing sex. Better than what she’d had with her husband in a long time. She came home and claimed she was attacked. But it wasn’t until she had a pregnancy scare that she started telling people about that night. She said it was rape and turned a consensual hookup into assault because she was afraid of losing her husband.

I was completely helpless now, tied up and naked for my best friend’s sister. Lena stepped between my spread legs and rubbed the fat head of her cock up and down my dripping slit, teasing my clit. “Look how fucking greedy your cunt is,” she taunted. “Still dripping after I already made you squirt on the rooftop.” “Please, Lena…” I begged, hips bucking desperately. She slapped my pussy hard, making me yelp. “You don’t get to beg yet. You take what I give you.” Without any warning, she slammed the entire length of the thick strap deep into my pussy in one brutal thrust.

"If you're in danger, why aren't you looking for your father?" "No! Don't tell my father! You can't tell anyone!" Nancy heard Anna shudder again. "Please, come over soon. Something awful has happened. Don't tell anyone, especially not Yaacob or my husband!" "Tell me what happened first." Anna could tell that Nancy would not come if she did not know what had happened. After hesitating a moment, she said in a very soft voice, "I was raped!"