My week of forced sex - part 1 - Sex Stories

My week of forced sex - part 1

... could hear him move. He was soon back and I jumped in shock when I could feel cold metal clamping my breast. It hurt and I let a silent scream escape my mouth when the second clamp covered my left breast. It was an intense and painful feeling and I wanted it to go away. His hand went in between my breast just stroking and following a pattern of freckles down my bared stomach. He reached my bellybutton and I could feel myself tense. Oh, no, please no. I felt tears in my eyes, under the cover. He continued down until it reached my private lips. He barley touched me there, just carefully stroking me. He continued the treatment. My body betrayed me. The feeling of the clamps, the pain and the stroking it made me wet. He could feel it to. He gave a satisfied sound. He let go of me and moved his body, he positioned himself between my legs. I tensed up even more, waiting for the painful penetration. I knew it would be painful, I was terrified. But then I felt his breath on me, down there. A different tingling took place. I could almost feel him there. He was so close that the warmth on his skin, spread to my lips. Then he kissed me. Just gently pushing his lips to my more private ones. It was a long kiss, he didn’t let go. He parted his lips and I could feel his tongue on me. Oh, please. Don’t do this to make. He was going to make me enjoy it. Enjoy my own rape. What a cruel man. His tongue started moving, stroking my folds again and again. Stroking and sucking. I could feel my ...

... breath quicken, my throat thickening. He drank my juices, which there was a lot of by now. He then replaced his finger and gently pushed it a little inside me. Just parting me and then circling a little inside, not breaking my hymen. His mouth went up a little, taking in my clit. He started sucking on it. I was totally in his control, bound and bared for him. My nipples were clamped, his finger was working me and his mouth was sucking on my most sensitive spot. I thought of my God. How could this be happening? Where is he in all of this? Were was the lord I had devoted my life to? Why was all of my skin bared? The skin I usually covered in layers of clothes? What would my parents think? Where was my dear father now? I could still feel him working me. I could not control the way my body reacted. As he sucked me I came, the pain of the clamps only making it feel better. He gave another satisfied sound as my vagina squeezed around his finger. Then he stood up and I could hear the sound of his sipper as I layed there in the aftershock of the orgasm. His pant hit the floor. I could almost feel his dick pointing at me. He pushed it against me, parting my folds, but not really entering me. Then he leaned over me, he stroked against my beast, the clamps stroked against his chest as his arms reached to the covering and as he made the movement he pushed himself a little more inside me, I could hear him moan in pleasue. I shivered of the movement of my breast.Then he pushed all the way in. ...