Molested Story Novels & Stories

I could still feel his hands on my body, his hands grabbing my clit, his lips pressed against mine. The roughness he was using on me. I felt disgusted. I was molested . He did that to me. He touched me. That old man touched me with no remorse. He said he would get back to me , when I kneed him in the balls. He said I was going to pay. He used my family to threaten me with. "Noo!" I sat upright on my bed and moved to the headboard, where I dragged my knees together and buried my face into it, as tears ran down my cheeks.

I yelled out of shock and curiosity. "Well, she wasn't exactly raped but she was harassed and molested seven years ago." My knees buckled and I found myself seated back on my chair. I don't know exactly how I feel after hearing that news. I felt my world spin around me and slowly crushed down my feet. "Mr. Kelley, are you still there?" "Y-Yeah, I'm listening, continue what you're saying." Clenching my jaws, I asked the question that bothered me from a long time ago. "Who was that fucking bastard who tried to rape her?

I asked, a bit curious. “She passed a few days after.” “So sorry about that.” "Then there's me," the toothless woman began. "Some rich guy tried to molest me, I had no idea he would lie I hit him hard on the head with a stick. But his mother found out and got me arrested. I didn't even get a chance to redeem myself because I was helpless." She finished her story, and I turned to the third woman, hoping to hear her tale.

“I know you, Walden. This ain’t a lovely get-to-know-your-future-in-law chat. You’re winding up to deliver something—” “You’re out.” Now he shut up. “Your story isn’t even anything remarkable. You saw a girl. You loved the girl. You wanted to take the girl away and make her just for yourself. You didn’t want to share, so you controlled her. You manipulated her. You twisted her sense of reality where, like so many sad, abusive stories, she slowly left her family and friends behind, and her life became about you. You and her child. But then she made a mistake, and she became friends with my mother, and that was the end of any hope Molly had in having her mother around for the rest of her life.

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.

I asked. "The company you worked for is a small business that operates under my company. One time when I visited them I heard some gossip about a girl who came to work with bruises. A lot of the employees had some wild stories about how you could have gotten them. I became intrigued and started to investigate. It was then that I came to know not only about your fiancé but your whole childhood. My private detective did a lot of research and I know this sounds very scary and creepy but I did it with the best intentions. I, no, we wanted to help you." He paused for a second to see if I had any questions, but until now everything was crystal clear. Only it did sound creepy.

His grip on my hips tightened even more and his complexion turned pale slightly. I was horrified at his stories. I didn’t know that he had been through what I went through, and even worse - he was molested as a child by someone he trusted. “He kept doing it for a week. I was always afraid to take a shower because of him. In the second week, two of his friends came to visit him, and he called me to join them. His friends circled me and looked at me as if I was a piece of meat they were about to eat. They kept touching me and telling me how handsome I was, and I hated it. I hated the way they were looking at me, and I hated the way they were telling me how handsome I was.” He was still lookin

Elaine sat comfortably in the cozy corner of her favorite coffee shop, sipping her latte. “So tell me, are you really okay” he asked. The last time they met, she was almost molested by a sexual offender. Mystro had ran some research on the man and realized that it was not his first time and he was involved in anything that included molesting young girls, from trafficking to kidnapping but he couldn't tell Elaine all that. “If you had wanted to know how I was doing then you could have called” she answered, she had expected his call at least once or twice.

I groaned in pain, tears slid from my eyes as she pinched my sêx hard. She turned me over, I couldn't fight back, she felt her huge finger in my ãsshole and I cried out in pain, after molesting for what seemed like eternity to me. She turned me over and whispered. "Little Tito, if I hear you tell your parents or anybody about this, I will kill you," Her deadly whisper made me shut my mouth in whimpering silence. {End of flashback}

"Like I said before anything concerning your life matters to me." "I was hesitant to tell you."He opened up the bed for her. "Why?"She wanted to know. "I thought you were gonna judge me." "I'd never do that.We all have our own way of dealing with things Alex.No one is perfect.We all have our flaws." He came to lie down beside her."I have a confession to make too."When he didn't say anything she continued. "Brian molested me when I was fourteen.I never told anyone not even Nicole.It happened for a whole year."