Fetishdoll - Paula's Story

Sister Anna came to the store about two days after I told Desire I was going to strip for her. It's really quite odd that she caught me there because I wasn't going to keep working at the Natural Foods place anymore. So when Anna came in the store and she was looking for me, yes, actually asking for me, I nearly thought I was going to die.
She found me in the back, helping to stock some shelves with stuff off the truck. I was joking with another guy I worked with who had been flirting with me a lot lately. He was cute, fun and I had started to think about what if he asked me on a date? Then Sister Anna tapped me on the shoulder and I screamed! She laughed a little and after talking to her for a little bit, shyly introducing her to everyone, we agreed to meet for dinner.
During the course of the meal we talked and I confirmed that I was pregnant and I told her that I wasn't going to keep it. Sister Anna just sat there for a bit before finally looking up at me. She took my hand in her's and didn't say a word. She smiled and when the food came she talked of other things. After dinner she drove me home, still not talking about my pregnancy. I wanted her to talk to me about it, I wanted her to yell at me, tell me I was stupid but she didn't, she just talked as if nothing was going on. Strangely enough Desire wasn't home when we got there and I looked at Sister Anna and it was obvious she expected me to let her inside the house.
"Well, thanks for everything. So when am I going to see you again?" I tried to move things away from her coming inside.
"You aren't going to invite me inside?" She asked.
"Well, my friend...ummm...well...see. Well..." I didn't know what to say. Desire and Sister Anna were like polar opposites. She was like the angel and Desire was like a demon. But then an excuse hit me, "Desire is an artist. She is a very controversial artist. I don't think you would like her style of art."
"Oh please Paula, I'm not as much a prude as you think I am. I've seen many things in my years." and with this she got up and started to get out of the car.
Once inside, I invited her to sit down and asked her if she wanted something to drink. I watched her eyes trail around the room and her expression did not change, nor was she smiling. She simply looked at the art and the photographs and I didn't wait for her to comment, but left to get her a drink.
I decided that enough was enough! I was just going to come out and ask her about the abortion, why she wasn't going to give me hell and what she thought I should do?
"So why aren't you giving me a hard time about this?" I asked when I returned.
"Because you made this choice, it's not my job to give you a hard time. Would you prefer that I do?" She asked.
"I would prefer...I would prefer that you do something!" I yelled.
"Why?" she replied.
I looked into her eyes, so full of compassion, so full of wisdom and I started to cry. I fell on my knees in front of her and she took my hand. I held her hand close to my breast and pulled on it. I was such a loser! How could God be doing this to me? How fucking pathetic could you get? In love with a Nun, pregnant by some guy I barely knew and soon to become a stripper and prostitute? I was the bottom of the barrel, I was scum!
Sister Anna pulled me to her and hugged me tight. Her fingers moved through my hair and she pressed me into her, rocking slightly as she tried to calm me down. My crying had turned into heaving sobs as I held onto her. She continued to run her fingers through my hair and our cheeks pressed into each other. I was about to turn to her and apologize for getting her wet with my tears when she kissed my cheek. It was so light, so delicate that at first I didn't know that it was even a kiss but my mind started to register it and my heart beat even faster! I wanted so badly for her to love me, to take me into her arms and kiss me! So I decided to do something that would make it either real or she would just have to hate me forever. At this point I didn't care, I just had to know.
I kissed her on the cheek.
Just a little kiss, as light as the one she had placed on mine. Then I waited for her to react, but I was anything but patient, my heart was racing, my mind was on fire and my body seemed a million miles away.
Suddenly she has my face in her hands and we are looking into each others eyes. Her sea-green eyes look into mine and I'm sure she hates me! Only she doesn't scream at me or slap me, she turns her head slightly and we kiss! Her lips were so soft, so delicate and they trembled as she kissed me. Then our mouths opened and our tongues came together. I tasted her mouth and it was like being in heaven! Now I wasn't the only one crying, her tears and mine were soon filling our kisses with their salty passion. Then her hands closed on my face again and she pulled me back from her. I didn't dare open my eyes and look at her. I kept my mouth open slightly, waiting for her to kiss me again. When she didn't and her hands didn't move from my cheeks, I opened my eyes to look at her. Her eyes were soft with the weight of her crying and her face was wet from both our tears. She looked so sad, so very sad. I didn't expect that, all I felt was joy! I leaned in to try to kiss her again, I wanted to just kiss her and everything would be ok. She pushed against my face and held me there. My heart sank. Her hands were shaking and she was saying, "No, no, no" over and over very quietly.
"Hey! It's ok, I.." but she didn't let me finish. She stood up, her hands still out in front of her. She looked up at the ceiling and then she put her hands to her face and started crying again. I stood up and hugged her. I felt a little weird trying to be the one comforting her. At first she didn't hug back, but then she put her arms around me and held me. I let out a deep sigh in her arms. She pressed me tight against her, her soft breasts just below my head. She kissed the top of my head and pulled my hair back and looked into my face. We didn't say anything and I would have loved to kiss her again, but she broke away and walked to the door.
I watched her open the door in disbelief and stood there as she raced down the steps. Next I could see her out the window as she ran to her car. The sound of her engine was the only thing I c ould hear as I stood alone in Desire's living room. I was left alone again and I self-consciously pressed my hand to my belly. I wondered if I could feel anything.
I couldn't.
Almost on cue, the phone rang and I knew before I picked it up that it was Desire.
"Hey Girl, good news!" Desire said.
"What's that?" I asked depressed.
"Hey, I said good news!" She paused, "I have a really amazing doctor who said he will do it and I've got you booked at the club this weekend!"
"Oh...great" I said.
"Listen, I know you aren't looking forward to this, but trust me, it's easy money. Oh, and there is one other thing. I'm going to need you at the house this weekend to meet the doctor. He knows the situation and he is going to have to do a lot to get you in. He could loose his job over this! "
"Whatever" I replied.
"Well, as long as you are there." and with this she hung up the phone.

Desire had told me about a thousand times that I wouldn't be having sex with anyone, but it was pretty hard to believe when you were standing in a living room dressed in a little school girl uniform and waiting for a man you've never met. I was sick to my stomach and this time it had nothing to do with my condition, just that I didn't want to be a whore. More than anything in the world I didn't want to be a whore. Yet here I was, dressed like a little girl, waiting for some rich Doctor to show and nearly about to die of horror at the idea of what I may have to do with him.
When he finally did arrive I was shaking and felt like I was really the 14 yr old girl he wanted me to be. Desire introduced me as her little girl and told me to go back into the bedroom and do what my new Daddy wanted. I looked at Desire like she was fucking nuts! Desire just slapped me on the ass and told me to hurry up.
I was terrified as I went into the room with this older guy. He told me to have a seat and he was going to get more comfortable. I sat down on the bed and heard him undressing in the bathroom. I didn't know what to do but just sit there, so I did. When he was finished undressing he came over to me and asked me if I had ever seen a cock before. I think the look of fear on my face was exactly what he wanted to see. He then proceeded to tell me how little girls shouldn't get themselves into situations like mine and that he could teach me how to do things right. He asked if he could touch me and I didn't respond, I couldn't think of what was more horrible, that this was happening to me or that this guy was going to touch me. His hands went instantly down my button up white shirt and under my bra. I saw his cock start to rise as he kneeded my breasts.
"Would you like to watch me stroke my cock?" He asked.
Once again I didn't say a word, I was not turned on, I was not interested, my mind had detached, my body was there but my mind was miles above us. He didn't seem to care if I moved or didn't move. He just wanted me to be there and so he stroked his cock over me. Suddenly he ripped open my top and exposed my breasts. His mouth was on my nipples and he sucked at them with all the passion of a man starving. Then his hand went to my crotch and started to rub my pussy. I moaned despite myself as he pressed his finger through my cotton panties.
"Can I fuck you?" He asked in a whisper.
"No" I managed to say.
"For $500 extra?" He asked.
"No" I said again...starting to find my body again. Feeling some sense of reality returning.
"Ok, $1000?" He asked.
"No way."
"Ok, $2000?" He asked angry.
"No, I'm not going to fuck you. Why don't you just beat off?"
"Would you like to see that?" He asked, not at all angry that I had just yelled at him.
"S...sure" I said, happy that he was going to get himself off instead of me doing it for him.
He started to stroke his cock and watch me, his eyes fixed on my tits.
"Can I just put my cock on your pussy?" He asked.
"No" I said again.
"Oh...I'm going to cum, please let me cum on you."
I was amazed that he was this pathetic, that any person could be so horribly pathetic as to want to masturbate and cum on someone who was so obviously not interested. It suddenly became very clear the mentality of a man who rapes. He is a man who has absolutely no concern for another human being, his only thought is what will give him pleasure. The part of his mind that has compassion and love for other people has been completely removed. This man, standing over me, beating his cock off didn't care that I hated him, he didn't care that I watched this with the same attention I would watch a insect dying. This man just wanted me to be a little girl, to be a little girl that he might be able to fuck. This man, just wanted to live out a fantasy of something that certainly he couldn't have in real life without being put in jail. Did he really think I was 14? If he did, did he care that he was begging to fuck me when he knew that even 2k wouldn't make it legal or right? I doubted he cared about anything but what he was about to do.
Cum.
And that's exactly what he did. His cum shot over my chest, some hitting me on the chin, some landing on my stomach. When he was finished he leaned against me and beat his cock a few more times, getting it as close to my mouth as possible. Then he realized I was still not moving. I don't think I had moved a single muscle since this began. I wasn't sure I could.
I'm not sure how much time passed, but I know he got dressed, left the room and was gone. Desire finally came in, I saw her move across the room. Smiling at first, then she slapped me. I turned to look at her, hatred in my eyes.
"I hate you." Was all I managed to say and then I felt the need to puke. So I ran to the toilet and threw up.