Mujeres Violadas Dormidas Novels & Stories

"BRAKKK!" "BRAKKKK!" The door hinges were destroyed before Rayden could stop them. The three burly men burst into the dimly lit room, which turned out to be a master bedroom judging by its size and the furniture inside. Murat rushed panic-stricken toward the bed. Emily's body was naked, with clear signs of sexual violence. He quickly scanned the room for clothing to cover the unconscious woman's body. A dark blue silk robe was quickly draped over Emily's weak, naked body by Murat. "Emily, it's Murat. Wake up, Darling!" Murat said hopefully.

Viola’s eyelids fluttered, heavy as lead, her mind drifting into a deep, exhausted haze. As sleep finally pulled her under, she felt the faint, warm touch of his fingers lightly brushing over her swollen, sensitive clit—a slow, possessive stroke that kept her anchored to his heat. She was too drained to move. Too safe to care. And with the heavy diamond anklet gleaming against her skin, Viola Crawford fell into darkness, completely claimed by the beast. __________

She had not just one dick in her hole but three. Two in her pussy hole, and one in her anal. The guys moved slowly and I watched as the dicks competed to thrust in. Some of the girls were drained and tired, and I watched how they put the vibrator on their holes and slept off. Such horny girls. They couldn’t even sleep without getting fucked. I found a seat to sit on and had my legs spread apart, my eyes closed as I listened to the moans. My hands moved to my pussy hole and I touched myself slowly.

The next thing I knew was that I am telling him my unheard opinion. “I don’t understand why there are so many men who love to violate women just to satisfy their needs. There must be a serious problem in their heads to come up with that kind of harassment. Violating and abusing women up to the point that they will destroy every bit of hope and purity they treasure the most...” I sighed once again and shook my head in disbelief. “I don’t how it feels to be in that kind of situation... to be a rape victim... but I know that it is a nightmare to those women who have experienced it. I can’t even bear to imagine how much they suffered. I mean... it might be so hard for them to sleep at night give

the narrator says. Liberty felt tears rolling down her cheeks as she recalled the terrifying experience of that moment, when enforcers broke down the front door to her house, bound her hands, and dragged her away. She also recalled the sounds of her mother screaming her name as she was forced into the van with the other chosen victims. Those memories caused her to feel an overwhelming sense of fear. "I almost made it to daylight," she whispered as she recalled how much her hands hurt from digging into the icy earth and the terror she felt as she lay in her small hole waiting for morning for freedom. "But someone discovered me," she said. "But I almost made it."

Pleading and crying did not move them. After my abuse, they dumped me in this cell. That was when I noticed. I shared this prison with other women who had been taken like me. I witnessed others being violated, raped, and beaten. What's more, each woman was subjected daily to their leader's experimentation. They would be taken to his makeshift lab and strapped to a table. He would then inject them with some strange concoction that left them writhing in agony. Fire coursed through their bodies as they shuddered and shook in excruciating pain.

Jelina too, shared my feeling as she greeted me with a nod. What horror scene unravelled before me was, inside the room, next to the large bed was a row of cages on th floor and a few hanging above on the ceiling. All of them were occupied, Woman from teenagers to ladies, all were battered, bruised, bloodied, all of them were missing a limbs, some hands, some legs, some ears and fingers, badly mutilated, and to make the matters even worse all of them were heavily pregnant, all 20 of them. “What happened to the Count wife?..”.

"Give me a reason." He went limp, submitting immediately. Weak. These were the wolves who had tormented my Queen? Who had broken so many others? Pathetic. "Secure him," I ordered, shoving the guard toward Nico. "Search every room." What we found turned even my hardened stomach. Three young females, barely more than girls, chained to the wall of one chamber, their bodies bruised and unwashed. In another room, a male servant lay unconscious, his back flayed open from recent whipping. The worst was a small cell where a female servant was being violated by a Silver Lake warrior, her eyes vacant and unseeing even as our entry interrupted the assault.

"I'm afraid those women didn't consent to be a part of those acts." "Do you have proof of that?" the commissioner asked. "Yes," said my mate, and Gerard appeared with photographs. Technology was not something I was proficient in, but I understood the basics, and we saw heartbreaking images of women being drugged, beaten, and outraged. "They've got the sorceress in there, with some nullifying handcuffs," Gerard said and I felt sorry for her. I had a sort of regression as I imagined the horrors she suffered, remembering mine. Bianca immediately approached me.

Now, their lifeless bodies are scattered across every inch of the room, blood pooling in wide arcs around them. I hear the muffled footsteps of my men as they carefully free the women who have been chained, gagged, and violated by these disgusting motherfuckers. At this point, my men are used to this grim routine. They work to get the women to safety, while I deal with the night's main attraction.