Objectified Oc Novels & Stories

He growled. "Daddy! F**k me, Daddy!" She moaned loudly. Alberto held her a*s as he pulled her to meet his hard thrusts. "Oh my gosh! Daddy!" "Harder, please! F**k that p**sy!" Alberto banged her very hard till she almost lost her breath. "C*m for Daddy" he groaned. Stephanie screamed as she came heavily, her cum milking his d**k. Alberto continued thrusting without slowing down for once.

She nodded to our teach guy and suddenly there were pictures projected on the screen behind her. Terrible, awful pictures of her. She was covered in bruises and you could see every bone in her body. She was tiny but I could tell it was her body. She was tiny but I could tell it was her. She still had the same eyes, the same tilt of the chin. The pictures made me growl and I wasn't the only one. How could someone do such horrific things to her. He is lucky that he is already dear. I would tear him apart. From the looks of the rest of the room, I wouldn't be the only one.

"If this is still the Song Dynasty, you are considered a prostitute, a pretty face meant to pleasure men, who's paying you in pennies. You are nothing but a low-life class, and you think you can compete with me?" How can Lee Yin-Yin take the verbal abuse? Her body boiled up with fury as she could no longer hold in the anger. Lee Yin-Yin screamed out with anger, as she rushed towards Tong Yue-Yan and grabbed on to her hair. Tong Yue-Yan's hair was shoulder-length, so it was accessible to grab a hold on.

" Alex asked. "Whom do you think you're calling your mate? You forced that mark on my mate. She is my mate!" Zen shouted angrily. I felt disgusted. They were literally objectifying me. This wasn't love. Not at all. They just wanted to claim. They just wanted to win on their egos. "Take her away from here," The alpha ordered a few betas. "And don't let any of these guys to meet her until I give my permission," he declared.

“I would love to pull your hair while hitting you from behind while your tiny voice squeaks in the name of moaning.” My eyes widened in shock, 'what kind of man is he?.' I thought. “And Violet , I surely want to eat you up, your vagina must be creamy, but I would love to squeeze your boobs and suck on them, then spank that big booty hard and hear you scream my name loudly while I satisfy you.” What a very creepy man , I frowned at him not caring how much trouble I could be in, how dare he describe us as his sex objects. “There is only one way out of here girls.” He licked his lips, he gradualy strolled to his desk and leaned on it.

Iris raised it. The woman placed a small transparent stone in front of her. “Place your hand on it.” She did. A moment of silence passed… Then the stone glowed faintly. The woman looked at it, then at Iris. “Good.” Iris slowly lowered her hand. “What is this?” “A simple test,” she said calmly. “To ensure there are no ill intentions.” Iris nodded without comment. … The woman wrote something on a paper, then pushed it toward her. “You are provisionally accepted.”

“Claim them? Like… like property?” Jace’s expression darkened. “Some see it that way.” I wrapped my arms tighter around myself, my nails digging into my skin. “So you’re telling me that just because I’m this… omega, whatever that means, I have people out there who want to use me?” Jace exhaled sharply. “Yes.” My breathing turned shallow, my chest tight. “I don’t—I can’t just accept that.” Jace reached out slightly but stopped himself before touching me. “You don’t have to accept it. But you need to understand it. Because pretending it’s not real won’t keep you safe.”

“Everything that matters. And you… you matter most.” The intensity made Adrian’s chest constrict. Public, yet private. A display, yet intimate. He didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. Part of him wanted to. The rational side whispered caution, reminded him that outsiders could see the tension, the claim. But his heart, his body, the part that had finally admitted it long ago—he wanted it all. The possessiveness. The obsession. The claim.

Charlotte’s point of view: It was late at night, after I had settled in I saw it, I saw a group of people formed in a circular formation, they each had similar looks on their faces, they were in a corner, around the battle-field. Taking them off my mind, I walk towards the centre of the field and begin running round again, my whole mind was in a frenzy and I felt like letting loose, so I did just what I felt, my mind started becoming clear when I decided to give into my system, and I felt me changing, I felt my blood boiling, then my bones becoming more stable, everything in my system was changing I could feel it, I decide to take this time to learn to train myself to transform properly, I l

And on her face, that same satisfied smirk. The bottom right picture was her in what was probably her apartment, standing in front of a mirror. She looked perfectly coiffed and styled, her face turned into a wicked looking kiss, but her outfit was absolutely filth. A trashy looking tight blue tank top, the spaghetti straps digging into her shoulders due to the stress caused by her mammoth rack. Her top was molded to her large breasts, showing off their perfectly smooth, round shape, and there were clear indents caused by her throbbing nipples. Her midriff was exposed, leaving her fit belly bare. Down lower, she wore a tiny, denim skirt, cut way too short, barely covering her nether-regions.