Molested Novels & Stories

Did he… Did he. “Did you take them out of me!?” sharply, I gasp at him. I cross my arms in front of my chest protecting my empty bra as I yell at him, “How could you do this to me!? You are my boss! How could you molest me!” Pervert! Jamie is no different from Bobby Goodwin! He is a pervert too! I can’t believe this! Why do they like to molest me!? Is it because I am a hot girl!? But I am not a girl! I am a dude too, I am a Goddamn dude-

Then i use my belt to rip them off. "Oucch what the fuck why are you hitting us with the belt are you mad?" I didn't reply him instead i hit him again and this time he screams loud with made my soul satisfied. "What did you all said to me i am flirty right i use girls for my fun. Yes i do flirt with girls but i never tried to molest them. I respect them with every inch of my life because i also have my mom in my house. I flirt them with there consent i never tried anything against them let alone molesting and using them for my fun" I said hitting them with every word.

We just needed to work harder and strive to better ourselves. As my mind shifted to what James’ childhood was like compared to mine, my hands voluntarily rested against his naked torso. He was hard and warm and smooth. Then, slowly, my fingers lightly and gently caressed his skin. Oddly enough, as I stroked him, I felt my own body glowing with delight. He was such a great specimen. This billionaire with too much money to throw around. My hands moved around to his back and continued caressing him. I smiled as I gazed up at him, pleased that he was asleep and didn’t know or see me doing these embarrassing things to him—this molestation—stroking him and caressing him.

It's happening to me again and I am left alone with no one to help me. I shouted and cried as much as I could but they only wanted to do what they pleased. They ripped off my clothes and started to touch and molest me.

“Thank you for the help.” “Is that all?” Celeste asked with expectancy. “What else? Anthony asked as a matter of fact. “I think this sweet dish is prepared by you. It is very tasty. Okay now?” Celeste tightened her lips in fury. “You were drunk and you pounced upon me like a prey. Congress between a man and woman on mutual consent is love making. When it is indulged by force, it is called molestation. Initially you force me to stay in your home and then you get drunk to rape me. Is this another one of your smart ploys?”

Like the last wish of a dying man? No. I refused the thought, pushing it out of my mind. I slowly stripped off my ruined, blood-stained clothes. His eyes were closed. Maybe partially open. "I’m going to... I’m going to pull your pants off now," I announced. It wasn't the first time I was seeing him naked, but… this… this felt different. It felt like I was molesting him. It felt like rape. Only he asked, and I took advantage of his situation. It felt like I was harassing him. Oh my God!

He clearly liked them young. "Mom," whimpered Amber. "You just have to let him do it, sweetie," I said as the man spun the girl around to face me. We were standing a foot apart as the two molested us. "It's the law. You don't want to be arrested." "No, Mommy," she whimpered as the boy shoved down my panties. I shuddered as they rolled off my butt-cheeks and down my thighs. This was really happening. I couldn't believe it. My heart pounded in my chest. This was insane.

I muttered, rubbing it. He was still asleep… but one of his pink nipples looked like it was begging to be licked. "Nope. No, Cassidy, don’t go there or you’ll end up in jail," I muttered, quickly grabbing my stuff and rushing into my room like I was being chased. What did I just do? I molested my boss. I harassed him. I... raped him?! No, no, I didn’t. I was just... curious. Yeah. Just fed the curiosity. A little taste.

Yet, she couldn't picture herself with him in a romantic way again. After asking her to be his breeder, Morana couldn't find an ounce of respect for him. Brandon had not just calling her his whore, but forced her to remain confined in the dark basement. His words stung; his actions hurt. Maybe it was because of the mate bound. She didn't know much about the mate bond, but Morana hated how it made her fell. She hated that he had hurt her.

So, I told him everything that he needed to know about the real me that I have left in the past, Kendra. Kendra was a little girl who had been molested and sexually assaulted by one of her foster parents when she was 10 years old. Kendra was never taken in by a loving family, she always ended up with greedy drug addicts who wanted to collect monthly checks so they used her instead as a front. Before she ended up in an orphanage and in desperation of being saved she fled into the arms of the first boy who gave her attention and the time of day. Kendra lived for that boy, she did everything and anything to please him and prove that she was worthy of his love and