Molested Novels & Stories

isn't he aware that he is molesting me and it is wrong. It is enough to damage my mental health. I swear on my life if Stefano ever tries to do this to me again, I will poison his food and send him to an early grave. I do not care if he has an entire army, I do not care if the authorities come to get me for murder. Where were they when Stefano sexually harassed and molested me? Nowhere to be found. Stefano I will make sure I end your wickedness in the grave. ********

“Understood, boss.” “You may damage their property, don’t cross lines with the woman. I want this clean, but enough to leave them shaken,” I explain. “You are to pose as a crew sent by a debt collector overseas. She used to be an escort, so making her dance for you is fine, as long as you don’t go past that. I don’t want her to be sexually assaulted, so keep your men in line.” “What’s the line for him?”

I let out a sharp, broken moan before I could stop myself. A few heads turned. My face flushed crimson with horror. The old man didn’t miss a beat. He pressed his body closer, hiding his arm completely, and whispered, “Careful, slut. You make too much noise and everyone’s gonna know you’re getting molested on the M15. You want these strangers watching you cum on an old man’s fingers?” I shook my head desperately, but my hips kept rocking in tiny, shameful movements, fucking myself on his invading digits. My pussy fluttered and clenched around him, betraying me with every heartbeat. The unwanted pleasure was building fast, coiling tight in my belly.

His rigid cock was slapping against her cheek. Mom quickly resigned herself to the situation she was in and accepted it. Her ass loosened up so that I could continue my assault on it. Mr. Bellanger molested her tits like a man checking melons in the supermarket. She turned her head and opened her mouth, taking Mr. Bellanger's rod in. His tool was considerably smaller than mine, so Mom had no problem taking him in balls deep right away.

I knelt on one knee, grabbed the backrest for support, and slowly lowered my head. Her lips were right in front of me. So kissable. So vulnerable. They looked like two red pills made only for me. They looked like they only exist to fix my addiction of her. I was so close to getting that fix, but then her words wrang in my head. 'Did you molest me? If you did, then so help me you're going to pay!' I groaned inwardly and pulled up. Fuck.

Damien Where did you go last night." Lauren shouted. Damien rolled his eyes. "That's none of your business." He hissed. "Oh come one Damien, we had a special night last night. Don't start a fight. Where did you go?" She asked sternly. "Special? You're nothing but a low life whore who is just using me for money. And what we did was not 'special' I just did it cause I'm a guy and what guy would say no to sex? So as far as I'm concerned you were just a fuck. So if you really want to be a queen why don't you marry my father. He could really use a good fuck." Lauren's heart dropped. "W-what?" She asked shockingly. Damien smirked. "Now please get out of my room." He said calmly. Lauren's eyes wate

"Stand still. You' re not going to pursue this, but I' m going to pursue it for that girl. Get down on your knees! Apologize to her! " "What? I just hugged her and you' re telling me to kneel down. Do you have any idea how humiliating that means to a man? " "I know. I just want to humiliate you. Because the humiliation felt by a girl being molested in public is not much different from a man being forced to kneel in public. " "That' s ridiculous! How can this be no different? " "How about we go inside His Majesty' s tent and let him evaluate it? "

She can't rely on anybody not even her asshole of a father. She hopes he rots in hell! She slowly opened the door to her mom's room after composing herself. She can't let her mother see her negative vibes on things,and especially that Laura's very sensitive feelings now might affect her cancer cells tissues. She was ready with her big smile for Laura but instead she stood there frozen on the spot. Her asshole of a father is sitting beside her mother's bed. Laura is still sleeping. Not that she have any idea if she woke up when her father showed up.

, she smiled. Many young boys and girls have been molested by guardians, friends, close relatives and never dared to share with anyone, they are always afraid to share for many good reasons. Some are afraid of stigmatization, some feel no one will believe them, some are so much in pain that they cannot just talk. What they do not know is that talking is the first process of their healing. Pedophiles are becoming many in society and they need to be exposed. Who will expose them except their victims? These were the things my friend and I were saying.

Out of sight, out of mind. She hoped those dark rumors weren’t true, but she knew they probably were. It sickened her by the mere thought alone. Amber had been molested by one of her mother’s drugged out boyfriends before the state removed her from her mother’s custody. That boyfriend had disappeared soon afterward in what Amber thought was a steal her mother’s stash and run. The molestation was added to a file as thick as a dictionary with complaints of abuse and neglect against Krystal Dubois and her second overdose witnessed by her six-year-old daughter.