Gang Rape Stories Novels & Stories

The wiring was still to be done there, on that wing. And she was also annoyed with herself for having lost control and having slipped up so easily. Why had she allowed that disgusting pervert to make her lose her cool? Hila Zaidi knew the answer; his hands, his nearness, had reminded her body of the violent rape she had been subjected to; a gang rape. And although she was still attending counseling sessions, she had not been able to overcome her fright and her desperation. She had not allowed a man within touching distance ever since, either.

Naked and weeping, For almost a year of being a prostitute, my body still hasn't gotten used to the things they make me do. I still cry before going home and feel disgusted with myself. In almost a year of being a prostitute, I have tried several times to report to the authorities, but every time I try, I always remember what my mother said, which were the words, "Do you think they will believe you?" she asked wickedly, referring to the police officers, "No. They won't believe you because for them, it's impossible for a man to be raped. You have to remember that when a man is the one being raped, they will just laugh and ridicule you, but when a woman is being raped, they will pity her. That

He squeals. "Hello, for protection. I am not about to walk to the basement at night to do laundry and get raped by one of these crackheads that live here." "How about doing your laundry in the daytime," Manny breathes out. "Or at least carry a pepper spray." "Manny, if a motherfucker tries to rape me, I don't want to give him a skin rash. I am gonna shoot that fucker dead." "Wait, are you quoting Death Proof?" "Yes, but shit's real. Do you know how many women got raped in this building since this year alone? Nine and I ain't about to be number ten," my hands flail around for emphasis.

Audrey said in resentment. A crowded table after the fashion show was now blanketed in silence, as a handful of models took the initiative to share powerful and emotional personal stories of sexual misconduct, assault and rape and told the silent model colleagues a harrowing tale of how they were assaulted — some in vivid and disturbing detail of heinous behaviour.

Weirdo. This story will also contain some mild reluctance/non consent sex. The universe this story exists in is in my head. There are no STDs, no crazy people that want to machete you in the dick, none of the reasons it would be terrifying if this were a true story, which it isn't. Doing any of the things in this fictional story in real life could get you a very real STD, stabbed, raped, arrested, imprisoned, or worst of all, grounded. Please take this for what it is, yet another of my ridiculous fantasies spewed out onto "paper" for you gaggle of perverts. Is that the right word for a group of perverts? Ah, I've got it. A gangbang. A gangbang of perverts. Perfect. This is a delightfully dev

I sit on my reading table and was going through some files when Asher walked in. “Still sleeping?”he asked referring to Claire. “Yeah” “You really are into her”he smiled. “What the stuff I asked you to do?”I asked as he sat opposite me. “She was raped bro by her step dad and brother” “Raped?”I felt anger boiling inside of me. “Yeah.The guy named Owen already confessed to his crime but he said he actually apologized to her.He felt guilty that he hurt her because they were very close and her mom was also nice to him”

“I…” I couldn’t bring myself to answer, as if it was something embarrassing. He groped my left breast and squeezed it hard. I felt a small gush of liquid as his fingers teased me up higher. My face reddened at the realisation that he was arousing me by fingering my G-spot. “Twenty,” I finally answered, hot from the steam of his touches. I hadn’t included Lenard Lee or the men during the times I was raped or abused in his den. All this just proved to be a living nightmare to me.

"She asked to go to rehab. Said she thought Silas was offering her a legit job. Housing. Stability. But it was all bullshit." My gut twists. "And the other women?" Mason asks. "Same story," Gray mutters. "Signed NDAs. Got doped up with what they thought was medicine. Then they were raped over and over again. And Silas' wife? Forced to watch every damn time." Bile scorches the back of my throat. I glance at Alyssa—at how close she came to being part of that horror show. My eyes shift to King. "Please tell me you shoved that dick up his fucking ass."

Were they not as good or even better than the person you were searching for? 'How can a woman force you into having sex with her?' Joel asked in disbelief. 'There was a case of a man who mistakenly went into a brothel and was gang raped by the women there. He passed out and nearly died. The case was a closed one before it was even reported because none of the women owned up to doing anything as disgusting as that'. Joel shook his head, incredulous. When Joel shared this bit with Shandy, she laughed her head off. 'Joel, you are so sweetly naive. You do not know how the world works or how the people in it think'.

"So that's the story Julia wouldn't tell me. Now you've spilled the beans, I'd like to hear the rest." "It's okay, Shasta. Sarah won't make unkind judgements," I said, "nor will she shower you with pity. She knows you don't want any." Shasta looked at me. I nodded and she told her story. The party, the gang rape, the resulting son, raising him alone without help, struggling to make ends meet, but working her ass off to provide for an unintended child. How the gang leader ignored her son until Cedric was old enough to try to indoctrinate in gang ways and crime. How he tried to buy him for a ridiculously large sum of money to her, but she refused, then trying to kill her by running her off the