No, she is assualted

She slept. Samantha didn’t think she would with all the confused thoughts that were circulating in her mind, but the quiet of her room and her inability to move was oddly calming and she found herself drifting off.

She awoke with a start. Some sort of towel has been placed over her face obscuring her sight and rough hands move freely over her body. She still can't move and the rag blocks her vision, but the silence is broken by someone panting and grunting next to her bed. “HELP!” She screams noiselessly knowing that no sound will pass from her lips.

“Jus relax darling.” The slurred whispering by her ear makes her sick. “You jus lay back an lemme do all da work.” After a few minutes the groping hands are removed and Samantha hopes that her ordeal is over but then she hears the sound of rustling clothing and knows instead that it is just beginning. “Please! Please… oh someone PLEASE come.”

The hands return and this time along with his firm caresses she feels wet lips sucking on her nipple. Revolted by the unwanted sexual attack, Samantha is horrified to feel the response of her body. Her breasts are incredibly sensitive for some reason and waves of pleasure shoot in tingling jolts from their tips directly into her core. She wants to resist this sick **** but the tightening of her nipples and the growing dampness in her pussy are unmistakable indicators of her arousal.

“Thaz righ sexy.” God she wishes he would stop speaking; the combination of dropped the t's and the husky breathiness of his speach pattern is unmistakable. Samantha focuses on keeping her mind clear by remembering everything she can about him so she’ll be able to identify him to the police.

“Thaz’s my good little bitch. TJ’s gonna make you feel real good.” He straddles her waist and she can feel his hands pressing her breasts together. Something was clearly wrong here. All through her teen years Samantha waited impatiently for her tits to fill out but they never quite even reached the point where they filled her A-cups completely. However this man is pressing together a pair of porn-star sized knockers. The smooth sensitive skin of her mounds easily meets in the center of her chest sending yet another jolt of pleasure to her brain.

“I’m gonna fuck your boobs so hard you’re gonna wanna scream.” Sam could feel a thick hot lump press between her tits and knew that for the first time in her life she was feeling a man’s penis. “Oh yeah, I rememba now, you can’t scream.” The man’s cock jerks in excitement. “You jus gotta lie dere and le me fuck you good!”

Samantha could feel the heat of his cock sliding back and forth on her chest and hear the sound of the man’s gasps of pleasure as he jerks on her torso. She feels nauseous, what kind of sick place was this where she could be held naked and paralyzed while some sicko gets off rubbing himself on her chest.

When he cums it catches Samantha by surprise. Hot blasts of sticky fluid spray her chin and neck and trickle between her breasts, for the first time she is grateful for the towel that covers her face. Some of his hot cum would have surely have landed on her face if it hadn’t been protected. With a grunt the man changes his position so he is now lying by her side.

“Did you like tha?” She can feel his lips pressing against her right ear and one of his hands was once again roaming over her body. Samantha cringes as his palm slides over her belly his fingers creeping lower and lower. Wasn’t he done yet? A tear trickles down the side of her face as she weeps silently in frustration and humiliation. When he reaches the folds of her nether lips he feels the unmistakable moisture that had leaked between the pink petals.

“Holy shiz, you did get off on tha didn’ you?” He fingers her for a while licking her ear and whispering softly how much he wanted to release the stasis field so he could spread her legs and really let her have it. All the while his fingers tickle her clit expertly and soon to her embarrassment Samantha is panting in **** need.

She hated him. There is no doubt in her mind about the contempt and anger she feels for her assailant, but she can also feel a need like she has never known before.

“You need dis girly.” He is panting in her ear again. “I juz know you do.” Her breathing was coming out in short huffs like a woman in a Lamaz class. “If I shuz off da stasis bed will you spread your legs for me?” Samantha holds her breath wondering if he would really free her from her unnatural paralysis.

And if he did release her, what did she need more? Would she spread her legs and cum all over his hand or break every finger bone in his groping hand?