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Forced Love

... eventually decided to tie her hands first. Elyse I could feel something was happening, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. I opened my eyes but all I was a moving blur. I tried to speak but it just came out as a sleepy groan. I went to pull my hand to my face to wipe my eyes and realized they were being held by something. Just as I was going to scream, a finger jammed into my mouth and pried it open to be stuffed with some kind of disgusting cloth. My mouth went instantly dry. My eyes were starting to adjust and I saw Jimmy tying my feet apart to my bed posts. I started kicking but he already had me pretty secure. I tried yelling but no sound came out. “Can’t say no when you can’t talk, can ya?” he asked as he stood above me admiring his handiwork. I tried to spit the cloth out of my mouth, but it was really in there. I could barely breathe. I closed my eyes and started to cry. My eyes jerked back open when his hand started to cup my breast. I gave him a look of pure venom and more stifled protests. He smacked my face and said if I made too much noise I’d get another one. The tears were flowing as he climbed on top of me feeling every inch of me. I kept thrashing but his strength was much more than mine and he easily held me down. I already knew what was going to happen but when he put his hand down my pants I was still shocked. He pulled up my shirt and was biting my nipples. Suddenly he just got up and walked out. I stopped crying and was trying to move my hands and ...

... feet around to get untied until there was a chuckle at my door. He walked up to me and pulled his pants and trousers down. I couldn’t help but look at it, I don’t know why. As soon as he was fully undressed he started to poke at my face with it and rub it on my breasts. My tears had turned to choking sobs and my nose had begun to run. I felt something cold on my stomach and realized he had left to get some scissors. He started cutting off my sweatpants!! The remainder of my strength was spent bucking and kneeing wildly, trying to stop him from undressing me. The only thing I did, though, was get a few scrapes and a few more smacks on my face. When my pants were removed he also cut my shirt off. He brought his lips to the part in my legs and replaced his hands with his tongue. I had never experienced this before and I did not like it one bit. My struggles were lessening and my resolve had disappeared. After what seemed to be forever, he positioned himself on top and me and brought his mouth up to me to bite my neck. My body was reacting to the things he was doing to me and it was shameful and disgusting. After a few failed humps he guided himself into me. He pushed in slowly and I had to take a big breath in. I may have had toys down there, but it still hurt. He pushed himself all the way in and held it there for a moment, groaning over me. Then he carefully started moving in and out. It was so painful and I winched with each movement. Without ever picking up speed, he slowly and ...