Mujeres Violadas Dormidas Novels & Stories

Kachi’s world narrowed to pain and violation, her mind retreating to a faraway place where she couldn’t feel the hands groping her, the cocks violating her. They took turns with her, using her in every way imaginable. When one grew tired, another stepped up, eager to inflict his own brand of torment. They laughed and joked, treating her like nothing more than a hole to be used and discarded. And through it all, Kachi lay still, her tears long since dried, her body a map of bruises and bite marks, of pain and degradation. She had lost count of how many times they had violated her, how many hours had passed since Malcolm had sentenced her to this hell.

"I won't let him hurt you again." Vincent slams the door behind him, leaving me shaken and vulnerable in Michael's arms. I fall asleep, only to be haunted by nightmares of my days in the dungeon. I relive the horror of being whipped, touched, and violated by those men. I thrash, kick, and scream, trying to escape the memories. Michael wakes me up, holding me close to his arms as I tremble with fear. I struggle out of his arms, falling off the bed and hurting my side again. Michael rushes to my side, carrying me in his arms and comforting me with his warmth and gentle words.

she says. "A nap? We just got here and you woke up not too long ago," I grunt. "So what? I am tired. You violated me last night, so I need some time to recover," she declares and covers herself with the blanket. Violated? I flashback to last night. It was hours ago when her moans filled the hotel room, and her body responded eagerly to my touch. She was hardly violated. Though I do admit, I could've been more gentle. I handled her like how I usually handled other women, even though she was a virgin.

It just popped out of nowhere. I looked ahead again. The pain and agony of injured girls filled my chest with ache. Some of the girls around me were bleeding profusely. Some had their hands broken or amputated. Some people's jaws were broken, and some had their heads shaved. The girl who had woken me up was sitting in the middle of the room with her s*x bleeding. It was obvious she was molested in the name of punishment.

I had wanted to ask her if we could be together just once, but she had fallen asleep before I got the chance. Damn it. I missed a perfect opportunity. Just as I was starting to regret it, I heard a soft, strange sound coming from her bunk. There was no mistaking what that sound was. But she was sleeping alone, so why would she be making that noise? I looked down, and there she was, completely uncovered. Her legs were spread wide apart, and I could see everything in between. It was more beautiful than anything I could describe. One of her hands was moving nonstop, and her eyes were shut tight. It looked like she was still asleep.

I lowered my head and bit his hand as firmly as possible. Dylan cursed and let go. I stumbled away, grabbed my phone, and screamed into it, "Help Ryan! They're going to kill him!" The next second, Vanessa stomped on my phone. The screen shattered under her heel. She smirked. "Still trying to call your lover?" Then, she turned to Dylan with that fake, delicate voice. "Dylan, you were kind enough to give her a good life, but she cheated on you and got pregnant with another man's child. She's shameless."

“Nonsense! He’s lying! He tried to blackmail me but failed, so he’s framing me! You can’t believe him!” “Frame you?” A clear female voice came from the doorway. My roommates were here. Standing with them was my counselor, Alexander. One of my roommates spoke first. She placed a photo of me from when I still had long hair in front of the cameras. “I lived in the same dorm with Chris for three years. You think I can’t tell if she’s a male or female?” “That’s right!” another roommate echoed. “If women could produce sperm and get someone pregnant, how could people like us who are studying medicine not know about such an advanced evolutionary leap?”

I still remember the pictures in his file. So far, It contains photos of 6 different women. All beaten, bloody, bruised, shocked, r*ped, humiliated, robbed of their freedom, and one robbed for her reason to live. I could not blame her either; I read their statements. He inserted them with different objects, one got her nipples burned off, and one had them cut off with a kitchen knife. One had over 17 stitches in her rear end; all this was documented. Pictured and written down, but he is still allowed to walk around as a free man.

“They need their mother!” He walked away from us without looking back. Mama gripped my shoulders pulling me away from the bars. “Darina, come, child.” I collapsed into her arms, my body racked with sobs. *** We slept fitfully, strange noises in the dark waking us from time to time. Whimpers and soft crying sounds echoing through the cold, vast space. I mind linked with Sanda and the others but it only made me feel more and more angry and frustrated. One of the omegas reported they brought in more women. Some of them were beaten and tortured to entertain the men. I closed the link, not wanting to hear any more. Never have I felt so helpless and angry.

They all pretended to be busy, as if sudden bouts of spreadsheet formatting had become urgent national security issues. “Details,” I demanded, rolling my chair closer, elbows on the desk. “I need to know what kind of sexual trauma can incapacitate a grown woman for twelve hours. Spill.” She made a show of stretching and back arching, revealing just how many vertebrae had gotten a workout. “Well, since I knew we were mates, I walked into his room at 2 a.m. naked and put my nipple in his mouth." "Vera!" I snorted. “Preach.”