Fuck...

At breathtaking speed, my attacker stripped off his clothes. Then he was already behind me and on top of me. He grabbed my hips and...

No, for heaven's sake, that couldn't be.

I felt a hard, hot male member pressing against the entrance to my vagina. He couldn't do that!

Not to me. Not in a church.

“Stop! Don't hurt me.”

My words came too softly and too late.

With irresistible force, he pushed his penis into my unprepared vagina. Ah, that hurt. Even worse than the physical pain was the humiliation I felt. How could he?

I prayed silently that it would be over quickly and that he would leave me alone again. But I feared that my hope would be disappointed.

The only thing that could make it worse would be if someone were watching us.