Molested Novels & Stories

He seemed more irritated by the situation than concerned about her wellbeing. Seemingly afraid of being misunderstood by Trevor, Molly clutched onto her clothes and sobbed, "He forced himself on me!" This statement left several bystanders stunned. Sexual assault was a criminal act that had to be brought to court. Upon hearing Molly's claim of being raped, the male stripper quickly said, "Ms. Moore, you're the one who invited me to your room. How could you turn your back on me now?" Molly was livid. She could not control her emotions any longer. "Bullshit! When did I ever invite you to my room?!"

Feeling my body shake. "Oh shut it you ungrateful little bitch. Calling for your whore Alpha to save you. Just like you tried to call my brother to save you from me. Just like he didn't save you, neither will Orion. He will see how useless and disgusting you are. And you will beg me to take you from here. " "I was a child you fucking pedophile!!!! You molested me you piece of shit you will NEVER touch me again!!!! No one will without my consent... "

I felt sick listening to this, but I forced myself to stay still, to let Lake talk. "Samuel also—" Lake's voice dropped to a whisper. "He molested me that month. Multiple times. Said it was practice, said I needed to learn how to please alphas properly. And then he'd arranged something special. Some high-paying client who wanted fresh goods, who'd paid extra for a fourteen-year-old virgin even though I wasn't—wasn't that anymore." "Lake, you don't have to—"

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 was sexually molested by an old man who I thought was nice enough to help me. I was so close to punching him in his face and ran as fast as I could. Then suddenly the door had been dragged open to reveal Preston. My relief had been short-lived. “So how about me?” I was back in my reality when I heard his voice. I blankly looked at him as I tried to push away the memory of that horrible night. “How about you what?” Preston arched a sardonic brow. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

Trevor thinks he's off the hook, but he's not. He's not just Vincent’s accomplice, but he took part in many of the molestations. I hope Gideon captures them because they will not only be looking for a case of sexual assault, but the beating of Heather, mistreatment of his wife, fraud, child endangerment, and so much more. God, it makes me giddy just thinking they will be put away for a long... Long time.

She said with tears in her eyes. “What do you mean, Zoe?” I asked her if I knew that I needed to move on. I was showing her just too much of my attention. “After we left Ms. Maddie. We were taken to this doctor. He checked us all over, even in…” She said, looking around before whispering. “My privates. Then we were taken to a classroom and shown a video. The men said that we would be playing house and we needed to make the Daddies happy. For me and Lilyannah, they told us we didn’t need to do many of the other things we were told we would have to bend over and show our butts. Then they began to touch us, and they would push their fingers into us. One of the guys even said that we may be aske

He made no sound and instead just kept freeing me out of my pants. I think I might faint with realising what is happening with me. This is molestation. I feel so violated. "Adriano STOP. Please..... please why are you doing this, please no, please. Everyone is watching." I begged him. "This is wrong, no you cannot do this to me." I begged him again to stop but he didn't listen, finally pulling out my pants, leaving my legs naked and exposed to everyone in the room. "Nooooo." I cried really loud.

Elaine sat comfortably in the cozy corner of her favorite coffee shop, sipping her latte. “So tell me, are you really okay” he asked. The last time they met, she was almost molested by a sexual offender. Mystro had ran some research on the man and realized that it was not his first time and he was involved in anything that included molesting young girls, from trafficking to kidnapping but he couldn't tell Elaine all that. “If you had wanted to know how I was doing then you could have called” she answered, she had expected his call at least once or twice.

She had not been this happy in years and it would be a shame to ruin it for her. Finally, something that probably bothered me more than anything was that I was ashamed by the way my body had responded to him. It was like I couldn't control my reactions. Did I encourage it in some way? It seemed pretty stupid to accuse someone of molesting you if you actually enjoyed it! How could I be disgusted by someone on one hand but turned on by him on the other hand?? Maybe I'm going crazy. I thought.