Molested Novels & Stories

How else would I still be standing on my feet up to this moment, about to be abused again by boys? Before I could register their sinister intentions, the situation escalated alarmingly. The two men, driven by their malevolent intent, attempted to molest me, their predatory actions driven by a malevolent desire to assert dominance. Panic gripped me, tendrils of terror snaking their way into my already racing heart, as the both grabbed my arms, and tried to grope my breasts. Just as despair threatened to consume me, a commanding voice cut through the tension, arresting the assailants in their tracks.

Despite feeling uncomfortable, I tried as much to ignore the effect his hands were having on my naked body since I desperately needed his help to escape. I managed to tolerate his touch for a while, but not until Diamond slipped both hands down to my ass, grabbing and squeezing my ass cheeks. The shock of his actions made it hard to believe he was actually doing this to me. At first, I thought he might be unaware of what he was doing or that it could be part of his plan to help me, but when he moaned, "Fuck!" I felt disgusted, realising he was intentionally molesting me.

He is making it sound like she is a whore who fuck around with boys. She isn't that much scared of his torture but she is scared to be raped. After her molestation in childhood she is afraid of forced sexual actions. "Never mind now they are mine to do anything I want." He said and pinched her both nipples together hard Turvi screamed in pain as he was rough with her and his touch had nothing soft. But it came out as muffled sobs due to the handkerchief He slapped her breasts for 5 times until they became red.

- "He was my owner. He could command anything. But his external genitalia is quite ... minute. He occasionally masturbated, and ejaculated on my body. Once or twice he asked me to stimulate him with my finger." That was ... disturbing. I'm sure that my face showed a little disgust. "Molun could not become aroused unless his victim showed fear, or revulsion." she added. "He needed to dominate, to exercise his cruelty, in order to be satisfied." - "So he never ..." - "No. He never penetrated me. In any orifice." That came as something of a relief to me. Then another thought hit me. "How long have you been here, Sylvia?" - "In the Narimac? Or on this plane?"

the guys says, his breathing reeks of alcohol as he was forcefully hugging her and pressing her breast. “No!” Scarlet started to scream, helplessly struggling in his grip as the guys, who were his friends were moving toward them and her eyes grew wide in fear. The rain was now falling heavily again, Scarlet was shouting and crying, while the guys were molesting her sexually as their hands wandered all around her body. The guy who first approached her was vigorously pinching the nipples of her big breasts, groaning in pleasure and Scarlet wailed in disgust. One was squeezing her enormous ass, tearing her clothes as he tried to finger pussy, and the other was forcefully trying to kiss her lust

I've never felt so betrayed. Is this what they call love? Because I don’t like it. I don’t like the thought of what Milo said to the interviewer and it keeps on repeating inside my head again and again. I was just used for sex. He used me for his pleasure. He took advantage of me and my innocence and I cannot believe I allowed him to use me and to fool me.

I could still feel his hands on my body, his hands grabbing my clit, his lips pressed against mine. The roughness he was using on me. I felt disgusted. I was molested . He did that to me. He touched me. That old man touched me with no remorse. He said he would get back to me , when I kneed him in the balls. He said I was going to pay. He used my family to threaten me with. "Noo!" I sat upright on my bed and moved to the headboard, where I dragged my knees together and buried my face into it, as tears ran down my cheeks.

"Does it leave you wanting more, mate." I bit my lower lips feeling so ashamed of myself, this was embarrassing. "Or should we stop,' he rubbed my pussy and went closer to my lips, feeling his hot breath. "Leaving you completely a mess and sex deprived bitch heaving and puffing would be so much fun." He stated. I needed more, fuck, this was bringing tears to my eyes, I felt molested and manipulated like a puppet. "Beg me to continue, bitch." He ordered. "Please,' I sobbed.

I want to die humiliated and mocked in a disgusting way. I couldn't move as my body was in pain. I didn't let him on purpose to touch me. It is just I can't move! I feel dirty when his palm brushes to my skin and grabs my virgin breast and he pressed expertly whilst whispering dirty words mocking me. The sensation was mind-boggling but because of the pain, I am not pleasured! I cried for being molested and dirty woman. My dignity is broken! He enjoyed everything while I am broken into pieces. I'm just glad he didn't force his shaft on my womanhood, I might die if he did. Die in embarrassment, pain, and completely broken. His moans and growls, while he rubs his

I was ugly and plain but he still found it interesting to satisfy his sexist urges. It wasn't the first nor second, neither was it the third, fourth or fifth time he was forcing himself on me, I lost count. It started six months earlier, I was released from his sexual disorder. How? He loves causing pain to his victim when having sex, I was the open candidate for his course. Calculate thrice a week in six months and you will get the answer to how many times I had suffered and do minus the three weeks I skipped. I had been beaten, assaulted and molested not just by him, but by other minor fools in the school; he however remained the number one.