Novel & Cerita Reverse Rape Stories

The table creeks beneath us as he continuously overpowers me, taking what he wants from my body with no remorse, licking his vile flesh. “Tell me you love me filling you, zhadnaya suka! [greedy bitch!]” His voice is low, hoarse, and filled with excitement beyond my control. History has a way of repeating itself. Konstatins' father raped my mother, now, Konstatin is raping me. Is this what the men in the mafia do to the woman they use as collateral? Strip her of everything that she holds dearly in the nest of her chest, until, she is left with nothing but an empty shell of the woman she used to be.

A shiver crawled its way up in the bottom of my stomach. At every crumb of proof, with every torn scratch of digits, the sickening reality struck me that my mother's reality was a battleground of lies. A mosaic grew gradually as I fitted together fragments of epiphany. The diaries, the pictures, and these confidential documents—each of them bore a whispering story of a family empire built on brutality and oppression. My father, Zack, not only lost my mother's love but asserted his authority in dominating everything that surrounded us. And the bright one, Mae, had done her part to keep it quiet, hiding it behind doors to trap anyone who would disrupt the balance. Reading a blog that documente

Iris took a deep breath and calmly asked, "Did your sister describe the specifics of the sexual intercourse that occurred in 10th grade?" "Yes." "Where did it happen?" "Her mother was away on a business trip, and her grandparents were upstairs sleeping. My sister was in her own room. My father entered her room, brought her to his room, and warned her to be quiet so that her grandparents wouldn't hear them." "From 10th grade until she was 24, did any other incident occur?" "He attempted to rape her again when she was in 11th grade but failed. He didn't try again after that because my sister fell ill."

I had thought he’d never ask about my old life, about what happened while I was there, how do I start telling him that story without breaking down in tears. Adrian, I said my eyes welled up with tears, I was raped by my uncle's son, beaten and maltreated, I saw his eyes turn red and I knew his wolf was out. He was angry, very angry. “Keisha I need the whole story, tell me exactly everything that happened and don’t leave anything out.”

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

My grandma said as a tear roll down from her eyes. Though she was a bad woman, I couldn't help but feel sympathy for her when Grandma said those words. "She was raped. Not once or twice. She was raped 19 times by different powerful men of different species. Those beasts were so merciless that they kept raping her body even after her soul left her. Do you think she deserved that? What was her fault? Her only fault was that her mother was tricked by three merciless gods, who used them for their fun." My Grandma said, the mere thought of what must’ve happened scaring my very soul.

She stopped in between and looked into my direction with a small sad smile smoothing her lips. I gave her a tight smile in response and gave her a look to say further. "I-I was Raped by my bastard of an uncle. He forced himself on me on the same day when Vishal was going to take me out on a special date at our anniversary of being together. That day everything ended in disaster. I thought of telling everything to him but my rapist warned me not to utter a single word. Since I was naive and stupid I just kept my voice off. And then everyday he raped me like it was his usual routine. I was scared to even utter a word and that's how slowly I maintained distance with everyone in the school. I wa

“What…? This isn’t real. These…these are fake!” Billy laughed bitterly. “Really? That’s your defense?” She looked up, stunned. “Of course they’re fake. You don’t really think I’d cheat on you, do you?” “You were with Luis last night, weren’t you?,” he snapped. “Luis? Me? What are you talki—” She faltered, realizing how carefully someone had spun this trap. “Billy, I swear to you, I have no idea what this is. These messages—they never happened.”

The same doctor that used to patronise her when she was a sex worker, she remembered when he would have sex with her multiple times. The trauma she had to overcome, and even when her friend had a thing with him. She remembered when he asked for her friend and she gave him her friend, out of old times sake and the fact that they needed each other. He asked her friend for a dance only for him to rape her, it wasn't just a one time thing, he didn't countless times that night. She even got pregnant. He wasn't ashamed of the fact and suggested that she aborted the pregnancy, which he conducted. He was scared that Gordon might do something to him and he was right. He would be dead.

So I sat there and let her massage me. "I understand that some days are worse than others. Trust me, I've been through that all, hell I've been through that and a couple more. I've had it with these rich old men but," she stopped and carried on right after, "let me tell you about me. My first husband would rape and abuse me, especially since I was so much younger, so I did what I had to do to escape his prison and I poisoned him. I inherited his $250 million empire and I thought I wouldn't have to go through anything like that again," she laughed bitterly, "but I was wrong. I was...damaged. I wanted men like that. I couldn't stand boys my own age, something just...I found myself falling into