Objectified Comic Novels & Stories

He stared into his own face—pale, hollow-eyed, cracking from the inside out. Who could even do something like this? Who had that kind of access? The video. The sketchbook. The transcript. Now Riley. Each piece was another corner of his life, taken and twisted. Adrian felt like he was being dismantled, one piece at a time. He didn’t even feel like a person anymore. He felt like a project. A creation. A possession. He left the bathroom slowly, quietly, like trying not to disturb something already watching. The apartment was still.

“We have nothing to fall back on. No one saw the attacker’s face and that red envelope is the most random one we have gotten… ever. Not even a seal to show what mafia family it could be from. So, it is obviously just a crazy delusional heartbroken ex.” “Is this how you want to care for your woman, uh?” He lashes at me. “By brushing this over to the side as if it weren’t important. Always waiting till when the issues on ground explodes in your face, just so you can have a show of power?” Show of power? “Hmm. That’s a precise observation.” Dante says. “But I have to ask, just to make sure I’m following. Are we still talking of the same issue here or…?”

ARC 24: SWEET LITTLE CUM BUNNY Warning: Extreme objectification, quad-amputee body modification, , free-use, breeding, gang use, every hole wrecked, heavy degradation, cum inflation, doll transformation, and no-limits dehumanizing filth. You are the naive sweet girl turned helpless limbless Cum Bunny. Only keep reading if you want to feel used like a cute little fucktoy. --- You’ve always been such a sweet, naive girl.

she continued, talking in a seemingly professional manner while showcasing these obscene images. "I am a slut! A huge slut! The sluttiest of the sluts. The skankiest of the skanks. The trashiest of the trashy. The whoriest of the whores. Ever since I grew tits, I have been letting guys, and the occasional girl, play with them. I have been told I should be ashamed of myself, that no one likes a slut, but I do not care. I love it! I love being a slut! It is my best my quality. Callum, I am really, REALLY, good at sex, like, amazing at it. You do your work as the best boyfriend ever in public and I work in the bedroom."

“Don’t tempt me, Camilla. I’m already picturing how perfect they’d feel in my hands. Soft. Warm. Filling my palms just right.” I nearly choked on my own breath. “Are you out of your mind?” He ignored me, like he was too deep in thought. “Though, I think I’d prefer them in my mouth. I bet you’d sound pretty when I—” “You jerk!” He grinned. “What? I’m just appreciating a work of art.” I glared at him. “It’s called objectification, you pervert.” “It’s called honesty. And believe me, if I were objectifying you, I wouldn’t stop at your tits.” His voice dropped lower. “But since we’re already on the subject, tell me, are they sensitive?”

I asked trying to change the topic. "The Suicide Squad," She smirked. "OMG, that's Harley Quinn," I squealed as I dropped the clothes I was packing on the floor and lunge on the bed. "I need something to run my mouth!" Beatrice whined as she pressed the power button of her laptop. "Wait! There's popcorn and chips," I announced remembering I had some junks in my drawer. I opened the drawer beside my bed and brought two packs of popcorn and chips as threw them at Beatrice.

Lilian said. "Jaime, don't let Wyatt's words get to you. He's a bastard and you know that, you shouldn't be acting this way" Mickey said. "I know, but I hate it. It makes me feel like I'm worthless" he mumbled before walking away. Mickey glanced at Lilian. "You don't have to stare at me that way, I'm fine" She forced a smile. "I know" Mickey smiled back. **** MONTERIO'S INVESTMENT***

Dakota POV I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her wash my cum off her face. She turns me on in unreal ways. I want to own her body. I want to be deep inside her pussy. The thoughts I have of her are not typical. She is my obsession. She cleans her face and walks to me, standing in the doorway of her bathroom. “What do you want to do to me now, stud?” Tonya asks me. The thoughts that are going through my mind are wild and machinist. “I want to take you to your bedroom,” I say to her.

I looked at her, at the desperation in her eyes, the obsession that had turned her into something monstrous. She was willing to burn the whole school down just to possess a boy who didn't even want to look at her. She was the embodiment of why this school was nicknamed "Pervy Mthland." It wasn't just about the boys; it was about the twisted, obsessive games people played with each other's lives.