Novel & Cerita Molested Stories

He was already sucking my chest when Mortel added another two fingers in my insides. “Shit, Mortel! You’re stretching me out!” His hot breath continued to prickle my pussy. “You’re so tight, fuck.” Mortel groaned. “Just enjoy Helen’s pussy, Mortel. For sure this would be the first time you would taste a new pussy after being married for ten years.” Roscoe teased him. Mortel is thirteen years older than me. But even at his age, he had kept his aura and posture perfect. Roscoe dropped on his knees and brought my other leg on his shoulder. The next thing I knew, there were two tongues simultaneously sucking my pussy.

I reached out and, as carefully as possible, wiped away her tears. “I know,” I said, hating to admit it. Because when I did, all of this could have been avoided if only--- I took a deep breath and started at the beginning… “The MC has a very strict rule about--- pedophiles,” I said, barely getting the word over my lips. “Rabbit was molested as a kid by his mother, and Prez came from an abusive home where he had to watch his father and uncle molest his two older sisters. Even Knives has his own story with women, and it doesn’t end pretty.” I clenched my jaw, hating the memories that flashed behind my eyes…

There is a hint of anger in her voice. I know she would not believe me like what she did before when I told her that Uncle Jonathan molested me ten years ago. When I was a kid I don't know that it was wrong but I knew it wasn't good, so I told it to her but she said that I was only dreaming and stop creating stories. She thought that it was only part of my imagination as a kid. Years had passed and as I grew up I understand more about the world and realized that what he did was a sin and punishable by law.

Jasmine and Jasper nodded and sat on her floor with her as she started to tell them her story. “When I was young, around 7, I was…molested..but I was afraid to tell anyone…my parents found out, but they didn’t stop it… Around 8 is when I first shifted into my wolf by the force of my parents. That’s when the beatings started. It was slow at first, but my father would hit me. I didn’t understand why. He told me I was not beautiful and that he was ashamed to call me his daughter. My mother joined in as well. Then they had the pack turn on me. I was forced to cook, clean, do the laundry, babysit, and take abuse from any of them…even though I was the Alpha’s daughter and next in line to be Alpha

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.

I woke up the next morning still covered in dried cum. My pussy and ass felt sore and swollen, but in the best way possible. Thick white streaks were crusted on my tits and thighs, and when I shifted on the bed, more fresh cum leaked out of my holes to the soaked sheets. I smiled to myself. Last night’s welcome gangbang had wrecked me, but my body was already hungry for more. That’s why I came to The Cock Fest. No rest, no breaks, just cock after cock until I couldn’t take it anymore.

"Then twelve and fifteen. About six months each. Then I got to high school and realized that it wasn't just a game we were playing back then, but me getting molested. I had been molested by the boyfriends of my mom, but my mom had been too drunk and high to notice that." "So I was an easy prey for William's charms. Sweet at first, gentle with me during sex, but painful then, boom..." I chuckled sadly, oblivious to the tears rolling down my eyes. "... He switched up the game. Started yelling at me, beating me up, and cheating on me openly with other girls." "Sometimes, he would force me to have sex with him unprotected, and when I got pregnant with Kyle, because, I mean, how was I supposed to

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

He hugged me, "Don't say it anymore. If it breaks your heart so much, don't say anything." I shook my head, "No. I want to continue. I have never told any man my story before, I will try and complete it." "Immediately I got to their house, they molested me. They tore my clothes and raped me. They would rape me till I fainted and lock me up. But they fed me well, they even gave me to some of their friend's to do the same. I became used to this with time, it went on for two years. I aborted six pregnancies for them, but they didn't care." I cried.