Molested Stories Novels & Stories

The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a cock while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy?

Because of that, I started the opposite of whatever they told me. I got into a lot of fights, I did things I wasn't supposed to do, I flunked my classes, but no matter what I did, I still felt trapped in the cage that my parents confined me in. It was hard to escape, but that was until I found something I actually wanted to do.

In the images, I was on my knees in the dimly lit supply closet at the office, my skirt hiked around my waist, while the delivery guy from last month fucked me from behind amd the worst part waa tgat the timestamp showed it happened during company hours. The message from my boss, Mr. Harlan Voss, was short and chilling: “Come to the conference room. Now. Delete nothing.” My name is Lila Moreau, twenty-six, an ambitious junior executive who had always played by the rules until one reckless afternoon when boredom and a bad breakup led me to let a stranger bend me over in that closet. Now those rules were about to shatter. I smoothed my tight black pencil skirt, checked whether my silk blouse w

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

She suggested telling the police about the matter, and arresting Mr Tim for rape and maybe child molestation but I explained to her that Mr Tim never laid a finegr on me as a baby and while we were having sex, I never told him to stop. “But if you were hurting, why did you not tell him to stop?” My mom asked, her tone sounded like she was very concerned ad worried about me. “I don't know mom. There was just something very good about the way he fucked me. The hard core was painful but it made me cum a million times. When his dick slammed on the inside of my pussy walls and when his scrotal sac as hitting my ass, I loved the feel. “It was rough and fun filled.”

The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later. Elias hastily typed in the website information and quickly navigated to the story in question. The story was entitled "My Hot Teacher" and was about a young female teacher who got blackmailed into submission by one of her grade 12 students. The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Warning: this story is in the 'incest' category. As a result, the mother and son in this tale might have a relationship which you might find unsettling. At the end, when they kiss each other goodnight, neither of them has to go to another bedroom. The father already sleeps there.]

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

three times in two weeks. Rachel, twenty-eight, who'd brought her husband for "erectile dysfunction therapy" and now came alone twice a week. Elena, twenty-five, whose boyfriend couldn't make her squirt....but Dr. Stone could, and now she was addicted to the sensation. They all knew why they were there. All knew what happened behind that closed office door. All knew they couldn't stop coming back. One by one, they were called in. One by one, they were thoroughly fucked.

"They only drag us down." "Yes, clean up the pack," a woman added, clapping her hands. Standing in the middle of the shouting crowd, I realized what Corinne had tried to warn me about. This entire festival was designed to make Omegas feel unwanted, to pressure us into leaving the pack grounds willingly. Suddenly, a sharp, burning pain hit the bottom of my stomach. I gasped, gripping my stomach as my body temperature surged sky-high. My skin felt like it was on fire. My breathing became short and ragged.