Molested Story Novels & Stories

' He said with a painful smile. 'I was sexually molested as a child. I don't want you to imagine it in a pitiful way of an elderly woman raping a little child. Imagine a little child taking pleasure in being sexually assaulted and choked and gagged by his school teacher. She would always call me to her office touch me and chain me to her desk. Then, she would flog me with a whip until I bent on my knees and worshipped her. To be fair, I didn't consider it as molesting. I enjoyed everything she willingly offered to me.' He continued with a smile.

Our feet were touching the ground as we were only partly on the soft bed. I turned to Moore and tugged on his sleeve. “Something did happen.” I started and felt my insides twist in hesitation. Moore furrowed his eyebrows at me and the edges of his lips curled into a deep frown. “What happened?” He asked, clueless. “You weren’t the only one who was molested by your father Moore…All those years you spent in that College and high school…” I trailed off and lost my voice for a moment. Moore tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, we were dangerously close but the situation was nowhere romantic.

She nods her head. “My name is Rosemary, and I am representing all the women whose daughters were molested and raped by Cole’s son,” she said, tearing up. I looked at him, and he was sweating. “Tell us,” I said, softly. She nods her head. “His son has been causing ruckus, your majesty. He gets young women drunk and rapes them; some he moles. My daughter was a gardener in their mansion; she is just 21 years old, your majesty, and has never been with a man. She went missing, and we couldn’t find her. When we found her, she was by the bush. He raped her, your majesty, and dumped her in the bush,” she said, crying heavily. I waited for her to calm down before speaking.

He wheezes lowly, coughing when I slacken my grip and fall back to straddle him. As he struggles to gather himself, I see the pellucid traces of his trauma still eating into him as he crosses an arm across his face to hide his eyes from me. Quietly, I wait for him, nerves snapping covertly as I watch him finally expel some words. “I was molested when I was little...it was, Congressman Lee”.

The room echoed with skin slapping, moans, and filthy words. “Fuck your stepdaughter harder,” Sarah urged him while fingering me. “Fill that tight pussy.” Jake finally lost control. He had me on my back, legs over his shoulders in a mating press. Sarah sat on my face as he pounded me mercilessly. The angle hit so deep I saw stars. I licked Sarah frantically while my stepbrother destroyed my cunt. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” Jake warned, thrusting faster. “Do it,” I moaned into Sarah’s pussy. “Cum in your stepsister!”

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.

I cautiously sit next to him and he opens his arm for me to cuddle into his side. "Are you okay?" I ask him and he nods a little. "I should have told you already so this wouldn't have happened, I was molested by my dad my whole childhood," he says with a blank face and my eyes widen. I knew something bad must have happened for him to be a psychopath but I didn't expect this. "Do you want to tell me the story?" I ask and he nods.

“Hey. Hey, look at me. Don’t cry. It’s over now.” “How did you cope?” My gaze is fixated on his. He’s the one who was molested as a kid and I’m the one tearing up. As a kid, I never had to worry about pedophiles. I worried about travels and gifts. “Why didn’t you tell anyone? Why didn’t you tell Josef or someone else? They might have believed you.”

"We've been friends since I turned eleven. Years passed and we became best friends. Sometimes he stay in our house just to guard me whenever my father wasn't around. Daddy trusts him so much." His hand remained to hold her wrist as they walked down the mountain. "Then how come he molested you?" She cleared her throat. "When we turned thirteen, his father got arrested by the police for false accusations. His mother died because of colon cancer and his girlfriend left him. And I was one whose only there for him, giving him moral support and cheering him up." She gripped his hand and bit her lip. "But that one night, I didn't know he was using drugs. Maybe out of depression, he used it. I don't

My eyes burned but I didn't want her to see that, I didn't want her to know that I was there when she suddenly disappeared from my fucking sight. “I was molested!” She sniffed. I didn't understand what that meant until I was raped in my school during a birthday party of a an influential rich kid. My sweet parents who took me in were so nice to send me to Bri royal academy in New York and I messed it up. I'm not even fit to be Luna too but…but it happened.” She chuckled and sniffed. My father growled and stood up, leaving the room and my mum's eyes were already moist with tears.