Molested Stories Novels & Stories

(ongoing) Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed) b. i Story: Heartless Angels: Werewolf story about Oakley, a descendant of the Moon Goddess, who was rejected and abused by her original mate, her family, and her pack and her journey to find out who and what she really is. Graphic violence and, you guessed it, smut. (ongoing)

Messy and sexy are the two words Angga can judge Maureen by. "First too." Angga's nod was accompanied by a focus on the blank wall in the room. He looked down, admitting, "But I see it often." "Where?" Maureen felt burn at Angga's confession of seeing other women treated like her just now. "Do you like to see girls being treated like this?" "I don't want to experience my girl being molested by someone else." Angga stroked down Maureen's cheek. His smile looked dazzling after all the hot activities that left his partner lying content.

“But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties loose. The other man grabbed my tits. His palms were rough, Father. My breath hitched, and I just… I let him.” “Stop,” I croaked. It was a pathetic plea. “I let them fondle me in that room, their hands caressing every inch of my body. Even parts I didn’t think they would touch,” she breathed, the sound of her lips moving almost audible through the screen. “One of the men had slipped a finger into my asshole. At the end of it, I was crying out in pl

Without understanding very well, she asked: " Did you talk to him, your friend, afterwards?” " About Lara? Of course not. It's doctor"patient confidentiality. What they say in the office stays there. But I have seen videos in a F******k group that I don't even know how I got there, and I can't forget a woman once who said that a sexually abused person messes up her head so much that she tends to have a lot of sex. I can't explain it, and it's been a long time since I watched the video, but I understood it perfectly when I watched it, the way the woman talked, you know? In short, it gets weird in the person's head, and many, contrary to what people think, that a molested woman will get a grud

My pussy ached from how rough he had been with me this morning and last night, swollen and tender, my clit throbbing whenever my mind wandered back to his cock stretching me wide and filling me up. I kept my thighs squeezed together tight under the table, trying to act like everything was normal while Mum talked with Collins about some charity event they had coming up, her voice light and excited as she went on about the guest list and the decorations. Haiden was sitting right across from me, looking relaxed like nothing had happened, sipping his coffee slow and reading something on his phone.

“Ahhhhh… fuck… ahhhhh…” I imagined Victor watching me. I imagined him telling me to moan louder. I imagined him calling me his dirty little daughter in law while he watched me fuck myself for him. My moans grew louder and less controlled. “Ahhhhhh… Sir… please… ahhhhhh…” My fingers were soaked. Every time I pulled them out they glistened in the faint light from the window before I pushed them back in. I curled them upward and rubbed the spot that always made my thighs shake. My clit was swollen under my other hand. I was so wet that my fingers made soft filthy sounds with every movement.

They seemed to be discussing something excitedly. Alban had no interest in what the women were talking about. However, he perked his ears up when he heard the name 'Hilda Adams' "I heard Hilda was molested by her uncle when she was just a child!" "Her photos are all over the internet! She was molested by her uncle and her cousin. They even took pictures of her. Look, I saved those pictures on my phone. She is completely naked. Moreover, she had not even hit puberty at the time!"

"Mr. Mueller's relationship is now public knowledge. His only girlfriend is Ms. Natalie Shaw. Ms. Linda Gray experienced trauma during her school years and has suffered from unstable judgment ever since. Her statements are false." Then there was a video. A girl was standing in an office, and the hand of an old man was on her waist. My mind buzzed. Back in high school, I was the infamous underprivileged student. One of the teachers knew I had no one to turn to even if he did anything, so he molested me in the office. I said nothing back then, as no one would back me up. That incident left me traumatized until college, and I tried to take my own life multiple times. Jonathan was the one who sa

"I think Moh might want to share something with you. She had a very... revelatory morning. Didn't you, Moh?" The air left my lungs. I looked at him, pleading with my eyes, but he was remorseless. He reached out under the table. I felt his foot, heavy and clad in a leather loafer, find my ankle. He didn't just touch me, he began to slide his foot up the inside of my calf, his leg pushing my knees apart. "Julian?" my mother asked, her brow furrowing. "What is it? Did something happen with the manuscripts?"

Her former nanny had sought to teach her about procreation, albeit very vaguely. It had been mentioned to her in many allusions of it in stories like flowers and birds and bees - but she had never known the details. The two ladies watched as the whore bounced vigorously on the man’s tool. They were both breathless when he placed a palm on each cheek of the woman’s behind and kneaded her ample flesh. Then the couple rolled over so that the man was on top. Marianna May held her breath when he started thrusting his hips. She could hear the woman’s moans mingling with his