Mujeres Violadas Dormidas Novels & Stories

Two men at a time, one fisting her cunt slow and deep, the other fisting her ass in counter rhythm, hands sliding in and out past the wrist while she screamed around whatever cock was in her mouth. They made her squirt so many times the cage floor was slick. It was already morning when Victor unchained her just long enough to flip her onto her back on the cage floor, her legs was locked wide to the bars overhead so her wrecked holes pointed straight up. He invited the men to piss on her if they wanted and half of them did. Warm streams hit her face, her tits, her open cunt and asshole while she cried and came again from the humiliation alone. Victor finally let her sleep for thirty minutes,

She was still watching the women on the floor, unbothered by the chaos, her expression eerily composed. “Yes,” Jeff added quickly, rubbing his own temple as if memory might surface through force. “It’s not normal. I can’t remember anything either. We were woken up by their screams—by them claiming we beat them.” “You’re too drunk to remember what you did!” one woman cried, her tears relentless. “Aren’t these bruises enough evidence?” “We’re not whores to be treated like this,” the other woman whimpered, her voice shaking. The room trembled with accusation and denial—every word tightening the noose around everyone standing inside.

I hit him hard on the back of his neck with my hands knocking him out in the process. I didn't want him to escape while I went into the basement and I am going to bring him with me when I leave this place. **** It was dark down here, but I could see clearly. When I got closer, I heard muffled sounds. I immediately sensed that the ladies were close. From their heartbeats and body heat. There were half a dozen ladies down here, their limbs were chained and mouths were clamped with ropes. I stepped on empty cans of sodas and water bottles, everywhere was a mess, indicating that these women were and slept there.

She was always having a nightmare of someone is trying to rape her. Rujan told her that someone almost raped her and he came right on time. She can’t remember any of it except that she dreamed of it and it was so vivid that she was panting when she woke up. She knew Rufus knew about it. What had happened in the past that he started to advocate on saving abused women?

But what was even more shocking was what was inside that room. In that room, he found a seemingly unconscious woman lying on a bed. The woman was naked with wounds all over her body. Seraphina was shaken by the sight and soon realized that she was not alone in the house. She opened the doors of the other rooms and found more women in the same condition. They were all like prisoners, not knowing what was going on. Seraphina felt angry and sad, and she knew she had to do something. But the big question was how to get in touch with these women personally. Access to their rooms was heavily guarded, and Valerian was always on the lookout for her every move.

A promise, even in this hell. After some time, Elara’s breathing steadied, but her fingers still clutched the sheets in white-knuckled desperation. She didn’t know how long she lay there, staring at the ceiling, the dull ache in her body dragging along the bruises of what she’d been through. Every inch of her felt violated—by pain, by neglect, by the cruelty of the man she’d called mate. “Three days,” she whispered finally. “I was unconscious… for three days…”

There was a VIP room where girls were fucked in different disgusting position all in the name of pleasure. The girls will wail out in pain while they were being choked, other flogged all to satisfy the men who came in daily. After every successful night, the girls will wipe blood from vagina to their thigh and all Rarf did was applaud the girls and lock them till even till they are released for another night of pleasure.

'The ones we dropped at the gate of the council,' Dominus replied and Maureen sat back down sighing heavily. 'I thought you were talking about the girls that are with Amelia. What happened to them?' Maureen asked. 'They were too weak by the time they were taken out of the vehicle. Most of the girls have been raped, beaten and drugged,' Dom said sadly. 'Those perverts deserve to rot in hell,' I said. 'The worst part of it is that ninety percent of those girls are under aged. I watched their profiling,' Lucia said. 'I couldn't bring myself to watch it. I just kept wondering why they have to do that to those girls,' Dawn said.

I didn’t even hear her come in the room. “Hey girl! Sleep well?” I ask with a sheepish grin on my face. “Yeah I did. Thanks. I’m getting tired of going to bed with my man only to wake up alone. If I didn’t know Malachi like I do that shit would make me feel cheap” she says as she starts tapping away on her phone. I watch her closely, waiting for her to find anything’s upsetting. There shouldn’t be anything upsetting since I deleted that foul shit as soon as I took her phone. I guess she got another message cause I hear a gasp before she collapses, sobbing uncontrollably. I wrap my arms around her trying to comfort her as the video of a unconscious Link being sexually assaulted plays on a loo

Lisa ran to Viola's side. Viola jumped put of bed so hard that her feet hurt. She looked around, her surroundings were not familiar. The room was dark and dirty and the sheets of the bed she had been sleeping on looked like they had not been washed in weeks. She wasn't sure where she was, but she could remember what happened right before she slipped into darkness. Hot, blinding pain that emanated from her body, then the feeling of drowning, forcefully, endlessly, till she could no longer hold on for air and had no choice but to release herself, that was when she had slipped into darkness.