Trafficked Book Novels & Stories

Charlatans! The back room was large. He searched, until he found the book, he searched for. The book was massive, covered in a thick layer of dust. The cover was locked with a handle that was shaped like a figure with elongated arms, he forced the lock. Nothing happened, he wasn't losing hope. With one movement of his hand, he removed the layer of dust.

The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier I am completely addicted to my stepfather now just as he is addicted to my body. Body and soul, I belong to him. Even when my mother is home cooking or talking to us, even when Junior is playing nearby, I am thinking about Mike’s cock. I am his filthy little secret. His young cum slut. His forbidden stepdaughter and I want it to always remain that way… I never want this dark, raw, offensive pleasure to stop

"Chris, contact the legal office. Tell them to file charges against Mr. and Mrs. Dawson—human trafficking and kidnapping. No delays. I want them treated like criminals, not citizens." " Okay sir " I hung the call, my phone rang again the caller's ID days *Mr.Dills* " Hello dad" "Bryan,I've sent my men to surround the whole city, you should do same" " I have done that too " " That is good "

The Pack's Triquetra is Book 2 of the Series, which begins with The Pack's Secret Keeper. **Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. ** Havermouth, Eight Years Before Heath’s mother was crying.

Authors/ third pov (I will resume first pov after these special chapters ) No one was expecting it, especially the Sinclair family. After their daughter mysteriously disappeared the next morning, a storm they weren't expecting hit them next. Sex trafficking was a serious offence illegal in several countries, but a very profitable business in the underground world, thanks to the same high class who made rules calling it evil. The same ones who were ready to spend thousands up to millions to purchase human beings for their sick fantasy.

I say sweetly, peeling back the cover and revealing my treasures tucked into a carved-out hole in the pages. Two instant noodle packs. Three Baby Ruth bars. And one shiny, glorious cheese powder sachet. I damn near cried. “You carved out the book?” he asked, incredulous. “Relax. The kids already cried in it. Might as well make it useful.” He stared at me, mouth open. “You made me traffic snacks.” “Technically, literature-enhanced goods.” “You used me.” “Technically, I recruited you.” He paced the cell. “Do you know how much trouble I could’ve gotten into?”

I turned to the man who'd sent me the book. "Right. The book you're holding in your hand was confiscated from the home of a man we suspect is guilty of human trafficking among other things..." The fucker flew out his seat and headed for the door. Everyone in the room got to their feet because that's what the fuck you do when confronted with a dangerous animal on the loose. "Where the fuck is he?" "We don't know, that's what we're trying to find out, but I'm afraid this shit is bigger than we thought and it stretches far and wide."

My words were choking me. "And?" "They're attempting to frame me. Please take my word for it." My eyes were starting to sting from tears. "However, why would they do such a thing?" He inquired. "Officer, I ran their IDs in the database as well. They have a record of drug abuse, but there is no record of them dealing with this stuff." The other officer called. "See I told you, I am innocent." I pleaded again. "Look, Miss. Rosbak Drug trafficking is a major offence, you will have to come with us. If you are indeed innocent you have nothing to worry about. But, if you don't cooperate. It would be taken against you." He explained.

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I never knew there was a rule that said not being nice to strangers; well, you remind me of my little sister that died in front of my eyes on the night I was sold off." I saw a hint of sadness, pain, and agony in her eyes before she brushed it off. "Sorry about that," I whispered, feeling pity for her loss. "For what? Oh c'mon! I have gotten over it. "Now time for your first lesson, baby girl." She clapped her hands in excitement. She picked up the book she brought that had been placed on the floor before opening it. It had the title "The Art of Seduction." I creased my eyebrows, wondering what these people wanted to instill in me.

Would my bottom be sore for days, hours or minutes? He was right. I was titillated by my choice of romances. Even the descriptions of the shame, the punishment, the humiliation wasn't enough to deter me from reading them. To be honest, they aroused me, but why. Was it because I secretly wished the same for myself or only because it was happening to someone else, a fictional person who didn't even exist? But to a certain extent, horrible things like the events in my books, happened to real people every day. I was outraged at human trafficking and forced sex in real life, but craved it in my fantasies. Was it a sign of sickness?