Molested Story Novels & Stories

He pulled my waist to sit directly on his stallion, I was covered with nothing but a shirt and my panties, my half naked behind rested on his manhood. I covered my eyes and stiffened my body, this is the second time he is doing this to me, how can I tell people I was molested and I allowed it all because of food. I feel stupid. He held onto my waist firmly and moved my hips, repeatedly sliding it against his hardened cock. Muffled groans escaped his lips as he continued to feel my behind on him, His bulging manhood was pressed against the middle of my behind. I felt so embarrassed and irritated but this man cared less about what I was feeling and more about what he was getting.

She holds her arms out wide, encompassing the space around her as though it’s a living, breathing entity that she’s embracing fully. “Wow!” Monica says breathlessly. “I’ve been in New York with Nora Jacobs since the day after graduation.” Somehow, it pales in comparison to everything Molly has done. She shoves Monica's shoulder, hard. “I know! I saw your influence all over her last collection! Congrats, bitch! You’re making that coin with her while I’m sleeping in hostels with one-night stands.” “That sounds interesting,” Katarina interjects. “Tell me more about that." Molly grins lasciviously. “I wish there were more to tell. You’ve heard of a two-pump chump? There was an Italian who came l

I asked the guy with a frown while Joel interrupted. "it's nothing babe" he said and ushered the guy to leave. "Well how about I tell her everything" the guy said and came closer. "look Missy, this good looking guy is a criminal remember the day you were almost molested on your way home huh? he hired me to do that" the guy said and that felt like a thunder bolt. "Remember me?" the guy asked again and I felt a flash it was really him. "Why" I muttered softly yet heartbroken.

"There was once a teenage girl. Pretty much about our age. She was cute, funny, caring, loving, kind-hearted... And a gem in short. She used to be timid but her life all of a sudden took a nasty turn. A turn that needed to awaken the voice in her. Else the consequences would be deadly. She was being molested by her elder stepbrother. " I begin to narrate. Creating the story there on the spot. "Mmmm. Now that's interesting!" Rachel inputs and I roll my eyes.

Audrey said in resentment. A crowded table after the fashion show was now blanketed in silence, as a handful of models took the initiative to share powerful and emotional personal stories of sexual misconduct, assault and rape and told the silent model colleagues a harrowing tale of how they were assaulted — some in vivid and disturbing detail of heinous behaviour.

"Lauryn, what's bothering you?" She sits quietly for a few moments, then tells me. "That story hits a little too close to home. When I was a teenager, I was molested by my stepfather, with one small difference, I did not like it. He raped me and for the longest time after that, I couldn't trust men." Looking at Lauryn in a whole new light, I grab her hand and hold it. "I promise you that I will never hurt you. Anything we do will be willingly." Caressing her hand, I drive into my spot and shut the engine off.

More than that, clammy. Scared Babe? Don't be. You're safe… .... We're here for you.... It comes crashing in over me.... The affair at Blessingmoors, having drifted from rumour to rumour over years, largely ignored or somehow, shushed, finally burst out a couple of years ago. Tales of trafficking, child prostitution, paedophilia, it all came out. Sick stories, tales of the worst possible side of humanity.... .... and Charlotte was in there.... Oh, my God....

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 attention. The boy was all bad

**Trigger Warning - This book contains theme's some people find disturbing. It is a dark story - it contains mention of rape and dub-con. If you don't like stories with dubious consent do not read - (It is called BLACKMAILED by the BULLY people... this is the title and THEME of the book) Much love and thanks for reading x** Alice stood on the corner on Monroe Avenue, staring at the house four doors down. Outwardly, there was nothing terrifying about the property—a three-bed red brick terrace similar to others in the row, and not dissimilar to her own.

I made a promise never to tell anyone I what happened. The next year and a half, I avoided Mr. Mobley, but that did not stop him from trying to get me alone. He did what all dirty old bastards do; try to bribe young girls with money. But I always rejected his extravagant gifts. What 17-year-old girl needed diamonds and pearls? Not this one. ************ SEPTEMBER 1ST, 2008