Molested Novels & Stories

' He said with a painful smile. 'I was sexually molested as a child. I don't want you to imagine it in a pitiful way of an elderly woman raping a little child. Imagine a little child taking pleasure in being sexually assaulted and choked and gagged by his school teacher. She would always call me to her office touch me and chain me to her desk. Then, she would flog me with a whip until I bent on my knees and worshipped her. To be fair, I didn't consider it as molesting. I enjoyed everything she willingly offered to me.' He continued with a smile.

He barked out. "Are you that stupid, that you don't know the right from wrong?" He asked, staring down at me. "And do you know how to tell the right from wrong?" I asked angrily. "Do you realize what you just did to me?" I asked again. "This is called sexual molestation. You touched me against my will." I emphasized each words carefully. "Okay, I agree I did wrong. I got carried away. I apologise." He said sincerely. "But I want you to go in there and run the test." He added.

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—"

I was too angry to feel pleasured. His hands started roaming around my body without care and he reached my privates without consent and I got even angrier knowing I was getting molested. “What are you doing?!” I said, managing to grab both his hands from roaming. But I was struggling to keep them in place. “Why are you asking what I'm doing to you, huh?” Dominic asked me angrily and wanted me to free his hands but I didn't let go. “Because you're molesting me!” I protested.

I again screamed. Till that time, I was dragged by him in a corner and he held my hands above my head and forcefully kissed my neck. I kept trying to get out of his hold, with tears running down my face. He touched my bare skin, roaming his hand over my chest and I got so scared. I felt disgusted at the thought of being molested by this horrendous man.

Enough dark clouds had built up and she wanted the rain to pour down on her whole body. "I can't take it anymore, I've been holding back for so long ...... please touch me sir......" She took Brent's hand and stroked it up those fair, bulging breasts, inviting Sir to play with the tips of her luscious tits and then touch her soaked fleshy hole. Brent had been molesting her for a long time but hesitated to penetrate her straight away, he had been waiting for the moment when Hermosa could not restrain her desire. He placed her legs on the handles of the wheelchair and rubbed her buttocks and breasts as he watched the video of Hermosa writhing and squirming.

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.

"Then, why did they join up and report to the police to say that they have been molested?" Those bunch of shameless idiots. How dare they report to the police that they have been molested? At that moment, Meredith not only wanted to strip them off their clothes, but she also wanted to skin them alive. "Meredith, why do you pretend to be a prude when you're capable of such things? Did I not let you take my clothes off?"

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?”