Mujeres Violadas Dormidas Novels & Stories

But then, she just shakes her head as though she gives up. “Valeria was framed.” She sighs. When I open my mouth to retort, she raises her hand to stop me. “Someone must have led her to sleep with a man, and it might not be completely consensual if she doesn’t remember anything about it. She was violated and tricked, and worst of all, blamed for it.”

The crowded room of about forty women burst into laughter. “It is sleep time. You will get used to it soon,” one woman whispered to Ella. Ella looked around at the room and saw the women fall asleep one by one. They covered themselves in tattered blankets and one mattress held two or three women. The room slowly began to get too warm as the women snored. All sorts of unpleasant odours filled the air as sweat, urine and grime mingled. Ella could barely sleep as she thought of her new life behind bars.

Sure, there was a slight hint when we fucked, but this is way bigger than that. The two women inside, one strapped to a bed, the other woman holding a whip, looking away. I don't need to see more. The second window was just like the first; however, a woman was naked, kneeling with her arms bound behind her back, and there was a man and a woman with her. Okay, I can cope with that; my mind is processing the thoughts well considering, reaching the third window, I feel brave glancing inside.

She could not help but feel wronged no matter how hard she tried. When she returned to the room, she did not change out of her clothes. Instead, she cried for hours and fell asleep after that. While she was asleep, someone came on top of her and started groping her non-stop. The person's force was so great that she woke up in pain.

I found a Lycan man with his finger inside one of the workers, her legs splayed over the table. At the corner just near the bar was a large glass box. I could see through the glass, women tied with their hands above their heads, balls in their mouths, and their feet slightly touching the ground. Six to eight women in all. By the door to the glass stood some of the guards, and each male would pay for entrance to the box. Inside the box were whips, balls, and toys of all kinds. Some of the women wept but couldn't cry out because of the balls in their mouths. And even when they did, they couldn't be heard beyond the glass. They had bruises and semen all over them.

Zivon had an equally restless night. After tucking the kids in, he wasn’t able to sleep a wink since he kept thinking about Xavia’s pregnancy. To be fair, who wouldn’t be concerned over such things? At the same time, he knew deep down that she was a victim as well. He could sense that she was as baffled as he was, and that meant that she had been raped while she was unconscious!

Dawn had woken up in a dark room. She found herself tied up with ropes and got taped over her mouth. Erica was sobbing quietly next to her. Aside from the both of them, six other young women were also in the dark room. Judging from their outfits, they all seemed like tourists. They were all tied up and taped over their mouths as well. The people confiscated their wallets and phones. They had no idea how long they had been locked up. Before Dawn could try to escape, a group of men came in and raped them all.

Could he have raped me while I was asleep? As I smoothened down my dress, I tried to recall. I had absolutely no memory of what happened. I had no idea if I had been violated. And it scared me. Without warning, pain pricked the back of my eyes and they moistened. "No!" I said fiercely. I would not cry because of him. Maybe I was just overreacting and overthinking. What kind of bastard would take advantage of an unconscious woman? The thought of the disgusting men I had come across in the last few months crossed my mind, making a sob escape me suddenly. I rushed to the door and began to bang loud.

“Just few hours little sparrow, you will be under me moaning my name when I am going to pound inside you to fuck this betrayal trait out of you. ***** Her body was begging her to rest but she didn’t dare close her drooping eyes, not after the way she had woken up last time, finding herself violated in his bed with just his one shirt on her body, making a dread grip her entire being, terrified that he might take advantage of her unconsciousness again which she couldn’t let that happen at any cost when she hadn’t even recovered from the last time. The proof was her red, swollen eyes shedding tears until she felt there were none left to cry.

His interference would only cause more trouble for Tess. There had been a similar case of a woman being locked up. Although she wasn’t as young, peerless and vibrant as Tess, she evoke the desires of the guards that fuck themselves when they couldn’t suppress their desires anymore and claimed homies. They were also repeated petty criminals that were sent to eternal damnation by serving the other criminals, forever underground. The guards isolated the woman from the prison and took her wherever they wanted to make love to her, without her consent. They had sex with her until she breathed her last and died from exhaustion.