Reverse Rape Stories Novels & Stories

I always knew it would be challenging to tell this story, but it was hurting even more than I imagined. “I’m sorry, Melissa. I am so sorry.” Javier whispered, tightening his hold on me. “Why are you sorry? It wasn’t your fault that he raped me. It isn’t your fault that he raped me again the next day… It became a routine until I got pregnant for the first time. I couldn’t hide the fact that I was pregnant from Valerie, so I told her. I told her about everything that had been happening, and she was so appalled that she threatened to get Anthony arrested, but I just couldn’t let her.”

“N-No!” “Y-Yes! I was raped many times by thousands of men in just more than a decade, Veronne. If you think that you were the only one who encountered the hell you mentioned, then let me tell you that I was in hell too, and that hell was something I would never wish to be in again…never.” I lost my strength. I was dragged by gravity to meet the floor. She came near me.

I rubbed her back until she calmed somewhat, then through hiccoughing starts and stops she told me a story that made my blood run even colder. I listened as she told me about the man that had started visiting after she'd had her first period at the age of twelve. I listened to the horror of her being subjected to vaginal inspections by the man and someone she called the doctor. I listened as she spoke of her father standing by while strangers violated her. It was a wonder she had escaped with her virginity or her fucking sanity intact. Heaven only knows why the sick bastard hadn't let them take her back then. I cried in my soul as she cried herself sick in my arms. Apparently the trauma of t

"P-please.... D-don't.... I feel like I'm watching myself. Listening to myself. It could almost be me. Even our voice sounds exactly the same. Somehow that makes it even worse as I listen to him. I could tell he's like me, afraid to use his words and speak to them. But somehow hoping, that maybe they'll take pity and stop. I did the same thing when my Alpha raped me for the first time at 8 years old. I begged and pleaded for him to stop. I did it one more time. I talked, or more like cried and begged. I begged, for him to stop. He dislocated my jaw that time....

But it makes mom stand up and come close to take me in her arms. “No, don’t say sorry. We need to hear this. Or we can’t help you heal.” Mom says, and I sit down next to Aiden, that are now sharing the chair with me. “When I was 15, Samson woke me up one night after falling asleep. He ripped my clothes and raped me for the first time.” I whisper, and Aiden growls angrily. “It hurt so bad everything, and sometime he would tie me up in strange ways before he had his way with me. I hated it, and it made me wish I would die.”

“Vanessa’s claims are not just misleading. They’re malicious, a calculated attempt to destroy me.” The room was silent, hanging on my words. I leaned forward, my tone hardening. “Vanessa tried to blackmail me. She demanded three million dollars to keep quiet about our brief, regrettable affair—a mistake I deeply regret. I paid her, hoping to protect my marriage, but her greed knew no bounds. She wanted more—more money, more control. When she realized I’d never leave Ella, she fabricated this story about a forced abortion.” I shook my head, my jaw tight, projecting righteous indignation. “The loss of her child was tragic, but it was caused by her own negligence, not by me or Ella. Vanessa pla

That is the moment I planned on breaking his daughter to punish him and I did what I did. Looking at that bastard’s daughter, who is still lying unconscious beside me, I lost myself in the memories of past. Tanvi, fought hard to overcome rape and the loss of our child. She was three months pregnant when she was brutally raped again and again. She wanted to come back to me whole heartedly, mind, body and soul. She did or so I thought until I saw her blood sweeps out of a little bullet hole in her chest.

I was raped, rescued and my Mom died. Why am I so unlucky? This is the second time that my Father laid his hands on me and what is most terrifying is that he tried to sell me. I couldn't look at anyone's eyes because I was so scared of them... I'm scared of people. I was happy back then... I was living my new life with happiness and met River to turn out that he was just using my body... but I work there so he had a point that I was just a Slave. Then this thing happened.

”So you’re okay with me, even while knowing that I’m broken? “I…I…”Mason walked up to her and held her hand.”I want to understand, make me understand. I want to know all of you.” Tears filled Gianna’s eyes.”Fine, I guess that would kill any reluctance you have in your heart about ending this.” She took her hand away from his and sat down. Mason sat beside her. “I…I was raped when I was fifteen, by two guys. They were my brother’s friends.” Mason’s eyes dilated.

Sophia’s breath caught. “You mean… someone hacked it?” “Exactly.” The alley seemed colder now. “And when the demo failed,” Marissa continued, “everyone laughed at them.” Sophia’s mind raced. “But they still became billionaires.” “Yes,” Marissa said. “Because six months later they rebuilt the app and sold it for billions.” Sophia frowned. “But that still doesn’t explain why they’re here now.” Marissa looked directly at her. “They think someone in this club sabotaged them.” Sophia’s chest tightened.