Mujeres Violadas Dormidas Novels & Stories

They wore clothes that were too thin for March, their skin pale with cold or fear or both, and when the light hit them, they flinched back like beaten animals. My knees almost gave out. Almost. But I locked them, forced myself to stand, forced myself to breathe through the horror. The wire was recording this. Recording everything. These women's faces, their terror, their violation. "This is what we move, Mrs. Blackwood," Alexei said, his voice still conversational, still calm. "Women. Girls. They'll work for my associates in the Midwest. Brothels, massage parlors, private clients. Very profitable. Very reliable income stream."

My body is screaming out in agony, though no one can hear it, but me, and it brings back the memories of the man who sexually violated me all those years ago in my bed. In my home, where I should have been safe. The cruel reality is that nowhere is safe for a woman such as myself with my family ties. Blinking my eyes in a butterfly effect to rid my eyes of the tears that are filled with pain and self-pity, I concentrate on the mattress that lies on the ground. Faded blue, yellow and red stripes line the single mattress, the material on the corners of the mattress is torn, and it looks like it has been dragged across the jagged ground plenty of times.

All the women present in the room stilled, except Elsa. Her finger massaged and applied pressure on Maya’s pee hole, dying to see how she was going to cry out. Maya was still half asleep. She did not know if what the women were doing to her was reality or a dream. All she knew was that there was some kind of unbearable pleasure being forced upon her body and she could not take and handle it anymore.

She didn't believe in me the way Bolton did. I slowly turned the handle to his door, afraid this would be inappropriate. I just wanted to say goodnight. He could be with someone though. He was an old man that I'm sure took many to bed. When I peaked into the door I saw something I could had never imagined. Three naked woman laid on the floor, all moaning as their fingers ran over their bodies. Blood seeped from puncture wounds all over them, but they seemed in a haze of lust.

Each young woman had her wrists bound in front of her, except for Pam, whose wrists were still tied behind her back. Sylvia lay on her back, her curvy body peppered with splotches of jism, with big glistening drops peppering her curls of pubic hair. The other pretty brunette, Natasha, had been fucked equally hard, and now lay on her stomach, her arms stretched out before her, her face sideways so that her cheek pressed against the cold concrete with her eyes closed. "I think we fucked this one to death," Svatislav chuckled. He gestured at Natasha, a limp body of delectably naked femininity, the cum in her ass sliding down her crack to join the copious jism still leaking from her thoroughly r

- Vivian remained unconscious for two months before she finally woke up. By the time she opened her eyes, Titus and the others were already in prison. The police told me that this group often operated under the guise of sports clubs, luring unsuspecting women. Once the women fell for their trap, they were subjected to unspeakable torment and coerced into participating in their twisted multi-player events. When Vivian resisted too fiercely, they thought she was dead and dumped her in the mountains. They never imagined she would survive, let alone provide crucial evidence to the authorities.

Damon trails after me when I leave. We step into the next room. Jace is already there. He’s standing behind a petite Asian woman, both hands cupping her bréasts as she watches the bed. A thin blonde girl is sprawled across the mattress, two men working their way into her. One lies beneath her, cóck buried in her pússy. Another kneels at her ass, pressing in with a thick shaft. She jerks a third guy off while moaning. At the foot of the bed, two women are locked in a sixty-nine. The one on the bottom is gripping thighs, moaning against the top girl’s séx. Her body starts to tremble. She’s close.

A cold knot formed in her stomach. She slowly walked closer to the door which was slightly creaked open. Through the creak she can see a woman who the moans were coming from. And it was not woman, it were women. There two ladies and 3 men in the room where A woman who was moaning was held between two one one above and one under her. And another woman was bobbing her head up down in between a man's thighs. She looked closely and saw that the woman was sucking the dick of a man and the other woman was getting both her holes drilled by the men.

Author’s POV Dolores trembled, the sounds of muffled moans pulling her from her sleep. Sitting up, she winced at the throbbing in her head and the ache that filled her entire body. Glancing around, she found herself in a spacious room, dozens of men and women in their twenties and thirties scattered on the floor. Her gaze settled on a woman in front of her, her face buried in the ground as a large, Black man stood behind her, thrusting aggressively.

He said that they were fine and would wake up soon. Priya was the first to wake up, and I saw the guilt on her face. She felt like it was her fault. Which kind of is, because if she had just stayed put and not fucking leave to see that rapist, Valeria wouldn't have been in this condition. After almost nine hours, Valeria awoke. Maria took care of her as I stood by her. She still had a minor headache because of how hard that bastard hit her. I stood outside as I stared at the still night. The gentle breeze calmed me down. “Want a cigarette?” Karl asked as he lit up. I grabbed it and threw it away.