Molested Novels & Stories

One day, he will explain it all to you, for now, you have to just trust him and wait " Caleb gradually circled his arms around her as she poured out all the bottled emotions of the week on him. ******* As he flogged the already torn skin of the young girl, he felt himself getting aroused, seeing the blood seeped out of her. The whole basement was filled with her scent; a mixture of fear and pain. He immediately unbound the girl. "Kneel" he growled, she fearfully knelt down wincing in pain, he unzipped his trousers and using his left hand, he gripped her head up and pushed his cock into her mouth,

I thought about how she had always done nothing each time I was molested by my stepfather and how she would blame me for seducing him. I had returned from school one evening in my uniform as a member of the cheerleading group in my school football club, when he had tried to forcefully strip me off of my clothes and harassed me saying I got back home late from school. I explained we had a football march and I and my team members had to cheer our club, he had forcefully pined me to the wall as he squeezed my breasts and cursed at me. I tried to free myself from his grip as the pain was excruciating but he overpowered me, I screamed out my lungs until a neighbor

(POV: Oma) “I was nearly molested today. That's the truth. That's the complete truth please.” And I stood there in that sitting room, spitting it out, my dress in tatters, my hands trembling and my voice breaking in three different places, and not a single person in that room did a single thing to comfort me. Not even Aunty Grace.

"When I was little, my parents left me in the care of my uncle. I was too young to understand at the time, but for a long time, my uncle would molest me. "It wasn't until I heard about it from a neighbor's friend that I realized this was called molestation. Later, I told my parents. Fortunately, they believed me and took me back soon after. "Luckily, my uncle was cowardly enough that he never went further than that. I guess that's the only thing I can call myself fortunate for." Rachel hadn't asked to hurt her. She only wanted to be fair and truthful. "But your uncle's actions were already too much. They were vile, disgusting, and less than human."

he started to say, trying to tread carefully. But Mira interrupted him, her voice cracking with emotion. "I was molested," she said, the words spilling out of her like a dam breaking. Ethan's eyes widened in shock and horror, and he felt a surge of anger and protectiveness towards Mira. He didn't know what to say, but he knew he had to be there for her, to support her through this difficult time.

"Well, what do you have to say out there to women who's been through the same problem as you? What is your motivational message to women who's been abused and molested? Women like yourself?" "Is it true that you were abused by a man you're familiar with? Perhaps, an ex-lover? If true, where is he now?!" "Laurel! Laurel Hyde!" "Laurel." "Laurel." My head was spinning. "Laurel!"

Primo, out of control, shouted between his sobs as tears began to flow. "It wasn't easy for me, being molested and a victim of cat calling. I'm a man and I have dignity." he mumbled, his own sobs making it hard for him to talk. Allen stood up from his chair, with heavy steps, he approach Primo who had his head down again. Primo yelp when he felt his body lifted on the ground and he was pushed on the shiny wood table. He stragguled but he was strongly held down by Allen, not enough to hurt him.

- "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?"

Melody felt like she’d failed again and even with his help she’d been setup for failure. “I meant what I said about wanting you available all the time to me. Our pup is young enough. A few days or months without his mother won’t matter.” She gasped at his harsh words. He was using his Wolf of Bay Street persona to win this argument. She knew him for not playing fair and being overly harsh with his judgements. “That’s insane Malcolm. You can’t do that.” Melody was panting now. He was using his dominant position to manipulate her body by teasing with slow forceful thrusts of his hips and his hands held her breasts like she might get away from him if he did. Her body was

That incident was factual, the concern she saw on his face that night was also factual, unlike the accusations against him which were just rumors, and rumors were seldom true. “Okay, that was a bad joke,” Maggie said, probably sensing that she was somewhat offended by it. ‘I’m sorry.” She paused and looked at the road in front of her, then spoke again. “But I will joke it again once we have proof that he really is a scumbag. If he’s really a sex addict, I wonder how many girls he had molested or raped.” Molested or raped, Misha grimly repeated in her mind. Was Soren a helpful angel or a sex-addicted demon?