Mujeres Violadas Dormidas Novels & Stories

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.

Why did they tie me so roughly that I can even move my hand and legs? Pravi & the other girls were starving for the last 1.5 days. They gave not even a single drop of water to her and the other girls. So, she felt it is better to sleep rather than waiting for food. God knows after how many hours later, she heard the shutter of the vehicle was being opened and light touched her face. She tried to open her eyes & finally after adjusting her eyes as per light. She opened it and looked at her surroundings. One by one, every girl was taken out of the truck forcefully. .

When I got to the scene, nothing prepared me for what my eyes saw. Four men were on the floor, sleeping, and without clothes. Camille was there, in their middle, almost unclad. She was also sleeping. Her neck was covered with hickeys. It seemed like she was resting after a long sex ride. My world tilted, every breath turning to fire I balled my fists as I stared at the forbidden scene in front of me. Never.

Lia stirred awake in the dim morning light filtering through the curtains. Her whole body felt heavy and sore, like she had been through a storm. The two men lay beside her, still snoring deeply, their clothes scattered across the floor. She froze for a moment, heart racing as memories of the long night flooded back. They had used her until she passed out. She didn’t want to think about the details, the rough hands, the pain, the way they treated her like she was nothing. Disgust twisted in her stomach. She had to get out before they woke up.

Hontas purred in agreement with her actions as she pulled the blanket over her head and allowed exhaustion to take over. Since Morana didn't have Brandon's scent around me, sleeping was dreadful, and her dreams were filled with memories of her pack and the awful cell. Sometimes it was switched. Morana would be in the room, but it would be her uncle who was whipping her. Or she would be in the cell, and the men were touching her as they pleased. Morana’s fist rested on her chest as she tried to sleep throughout the night but sleep never came.

She watched as Nyssa walked deeper into the cell towards the other women who folded themselves at the other side of the cell. She helped one of the women tuck her hair behind her ear. The woman stared blankly at her, eyes dull and hollow. “These people are your subjects,” She announced to Lillian, who sat on the wet ground watching her. “They've been here for years.” She brought out bread from her bag and gave it to them; they snatched it from her and began to eat like hungry lions. “They cannot even remember their crimes.” She smiled sadly, then stood up. “What happened last night, when you were almost raped?” She turned to meet Lillian's desperate eyes. “That happened to all the women in t

As she reached my position, both of us decided to take a peek again. There's a bunch of women outside, unconscious, being taken inside a wooden coffin, but later in a boat. Not all women are looking unconscious normally. Some of them look like they were abused, and tortured, and worst, some look dead. It's hard to tell. One thing comes to mind. It's Mia. I hope she's alright. She's out of my reach now because of this stubborn woman who only cares about her personal needs. But it's good, she's out of danger.

Her gaze settled on the bunch of men sleeping like dead pigs beside her, and she finally remembered what happened last night. "Ah!!! "Who are you all? What are you doing here?!" Lula quickly lifted the quilt and glanced underneath, her heart skipping a beat. She saw bruises and traces left after sex all over her body. A chill spread from the soles of her feet to her limbs. A terrible thought sprang to her mind. Did she and these men... The mere thought made her unbelievingly ready to get out of bed. But before she could steady herself, she fell to the ground.

I smiled, glancing at Vanessa who was smiling from ear to ear too. The video started with images of women being chained to cells, screaming for help, women and men being flogged, some being tortured and orders being violated with objects. The videos went on and on, some of them showing Greyson's face as he participated in all of this sexual and crime against humanity until finally everything went blank and the lights came back on. There was a collective gasp followed by murmurs from the crowd, some of them pointing at Greyson. They all looked shocked as they stared at him