My week of forced sex - part 1 - Sex Stories

My week of forced sex - part 1

My name is Anna. I’m 17 years old and a virgin. I have rather had a difficult life because of my faith. When I was young, I became friends with a girl named Celia. I did not know it at the time, but she was a believer of Jesus. I came from a family that did not have any beliefs. After one years of a deep friendship with Celia, she confessed to me her and her family’s faith. I wanted to know more. I asked her mother many questions, I even came with them to gatherings, and Celia’s church. She went to a different church then her family and after a while, I started to go there too. Their beliefs became mine, Jesus became my hero and I was proud to call myself a Christian. This became a sour subject at home. My family did not like my new faith, they thought it would lead me from them. What they did not realize was that it was not my faith that was the issue; it was their resentment and judgment that after a while would drive me from them. At least that was what I thought at the moment, but that would soon change. I woke up dizzy. I could not remember what had happened or how I had ended up where I was. I did not know where I was. I tried to move, but my arms and legs were bound. I could not see anything and soon realized that my eyes were covered. I tried to open my mouth, but failed. They were taped. I shivered with fear when I realized that I was naked. What was happening? I tried to move, I used all my strength to get out of the bounding’s, but I stood no chance. I was ...

... captured. Suddenly I heard something; it was barely a sound, just a movement. I was not alone, there was someone there, staring at me. I froze with fear. I felt a tingle, not a good one. My stomach twisted and all my senses were on high alert. My stomach felt bad. I could almost feel his stare. First at my naked breasts, at my nipples. I could feel my breast tensing under his stare. It did not feel good. It felt dirty, I felt dirty. His stare traveled down my body, stopping at my private parts, which was bared for him, I tried to move my legs together, cover myself. It was hopeless. He moved towards me. I felt disorientated. I had no clue where he was or what was going to happen next. Out of nowhere, he touched my shoulder, just a soft touch. He stroked down my arm, leaving a tingle. Then he was gone again. I was still frozen in fear, I did not know how to react to this. Next I felt his hands stroking my neck, down and down until his hand covered my right breast and squeezed. No, no, no, no, NO. Oh, GOD please no. I did not want this, I wanted his hands of me. He started softly stroking my breast, massaging it with his thumb, soon his other hand covered my other breast, giving it the same treatment. Then he squeezed my nipples. I jumped. “Shhh” He said. I didn’t react. I continued squeezing my nipples. Softly at first, then more intense and faster. I realized that I liked the feeling and it made me sick, I wasent supposed to like this. He stopped the treatment of my breast and I ...