5 comments/ 46751 views/ 23 favorites My Preacher Drugged Me for Sex By: Bakers_dozen I was raped by my Pastor. After a little adult victim counseling and several years passing I can talk about it and share it today. As I got older and more mature, looking back, I realized how badly my staunch church upbringing crippled me as a young adult. I trusted without question the elders of our church especially Pastor Dave and his sister Ginger. Ginger was the leader of the girls youth group and became my confidant in my late teen years. Our church was small but growing. Pastor Dave was very charismatic and people wanted to get involved with him and follow his plan for salvation. Dave was our spiritual and social leader. He organized everything the congregation did with their lives in and out of church. The church of about 40 families had a very tight council he called his inner circle. The inner circle was three or four husband and wife teams that followed Dave blindly. The inner circle kept the rest of the church members "motivated and devoted" as Dave would call it. With the congregation being in held check by the inner circle the Deacons kept watch over the inner circle and did Dave's bidding also. I grew up in a time before cell phones and home computers. News came from the TV or a newspaper. Our town had only gotten cable the summer I graduated high school. It was a simpler time, a naïve time for me. Like most of the other kids in our church I had attended church school until my senior year then transferred to the local high school for my senior year. We had to do this because church school was not accredited with the state of South Carolina and could not issue a diploma. When we transferred to high school it became mandatory for the students to spend extra time with Ginger if you were a girl or Deacon Ronny if you were a boy. This was so our heads were not turned by the outside world. Pastor Dave was caring for our souls and every parent approved or they were asked to leave the church. It was during that senior year that I confided in Ginger the emotions that a teenage girl goes through. Feelings, desires, fears, she knew all my inner secrets. Ginger would even show up at school some days and check on me, eat lunch with me, sit with me at school functions. Needless to say all this church attention at school made sure that none of the other students wanted to have anything to do with me. They called me "church girl" behind my back. It was a lonely time. I was also a late bloomer so to speak. I did not get my period until I was seventeen years old. Shortly after that I grew pubic hair and developed breasts. This all happened to me the last year of church school, junior year by public school standards. By the time I got to go to public school I was a raging bag of hormones. Boys took on a new appeal to me. I was masturbating for the first time in my life and did it quite regularly at home. I was freaked out by all the changes my body was going through and had no one to confide in but Ginger. I had tried to talk to my mother about it but she was so wrapped up in Pastor Dave and the inner circle that she had no time for me. I don't think I can stress how dependent I became on having Ginger to talk to. I felt like everything I was doing and feeling at the time was sinful. Ginger could always find scripture to show me that I was not going to hell and that service to the church and Pastor Dave were the keys to forgiveness and heaven. We spent a lot of time reading Old Testament together. Most of my senior year was not too eventful. I did not get to date anyone, I did not socialize with anyone outside church or Gingers approval, but I did pass all my classes easily. Two big things did happen however the month before I graduated. I turned eighteen and Pastor Dave selected mom and dad for a mission trip to Guatemala. They would be gone for three months and that meant they would miss my graduation. I was crushed. Dad tried to resist and said they would go on the next trip but mom insisted that they go now. Mom had become a Pastor Dave zombie. Pastor Dave assured my dad that this was the will of God. That the mission trip was crucially important to his spiritual growth. He told my parents that the church family would attend my graduation and even have a party to celebrate the event. The Deacons would pressure dad and tell him "He could leave for Guatemala to save souls and rest assured that Ginger would be checking in on me every few days. That none of my needs would be neglected." So they left me three days before graduation to go on their mission trip. Dad promised to do something when he returned to make up for it. Mom could barely take time to kiss me goodbye as she packed the car for the airport. They left and I cried. I felt completely abandoned by them. I called Ginger and cried to her for an hour. As usual she comforted me with some scripture and assured me that this could be a time for growth for me also. She was persistent that this was good for me and that I should use this experience as a time to find my place as a servant to the church. The night of graduation came and Pastor Dave, Ginger and Deacon Ronny all came to the house to take me to the stadium for Graduation Ceremony. They drove the damned church van. It was humiliating to ride back and forth in front of everyone in that big ugly van with the church name painted on the side in ten inch letters. They dropped me off and took their seats. After two hours in the hot South Carolina sunset and too many speeches, it was over. I had my diploma and was a graduate. I worked my way through the happy crowd of parents and students and I became sad that my parents were away. Waiting for me on the other side of the field was Ginger. She told me that Dave and Ronny had left to do something nice for me and it was going to be a surprise. When Ginger drove the van back to our house Dave's car was parked in the drive way. Ginger walked me to the front door and said "Go ahead inside sweetie and see what he has done for you." When I opened the door Pastor Dave and Ronny were in the kitchen putting out bowls of food and snacks. The house was decorated with streamers and balloons and a graduation cake sat on our table. It all looked very nice and it made me feel loved and wanted. My spirits were immediately lifted. Dave, Ronny, and Ginger all shouted Congratulations and hugged me and kissed my cheeks. Ginger put a CD in my dad's stereo and turned up some music. We all ate some of the food and had punch. It was a small but fun gathering. After an hour or so Pastor Dave suggested we all go for a swim in the pool. My parents had a nice home and Dave was very familiar with the house. He liked to host church newcomers at our home because it made the right impression about the church as he would put it. We all changed into swimming suits and made our way outside. Next to the pool chairs was a cooler and Ronny opened it and offered me a beer. I was not sure what to do, I thought it was a trick. Ginger said if I was not going to take it she would. Ronny laughed and handed her one too. I was shocked. I asked Ginger if it was a sin to drink beer. Ronny heard me and scolded me. He reminded me that the first miracle was changing water to wine at a wedding and that even though this was not a wedding it was a celebration. Pastor Dave put his arm around my waist and pulled me tight against him. He told me I was a woman now in the eyes of the church and it would be ok for me to have a drink at church home functions since I has no longer a school girl. I took the beer and drained it quickly. It tasted like shit but I wanted another. It was so cool to hang out with the church elders at my house and be looked at as an equal instead of a child. We swam for a while and drank a few more beers. Ginger was talking to Dave and Ronny was swimming with me and playfully splashing water on me. He was getting closer and closer to me and rubbed my legs and my backside with his hands whenever I swam by him. I didn't care. I felt like the queen of the ball that night. Pastor Dave stood up and told me and Ronny we should come inside and all have scripture study together for my graduation. I was having fun and didn't want to go in but Ronny jumped out of the pool and I felt obligated then. We both dried off with a towel and went inside. Inside Ginger took me by the arm and led me back to my parents' bedroom. We sat on the bed together and Ginger asked me if I was tired. I replied that I was and that it had been a long day. She looked around in her purse and took out a couple of pills in a cellophane bag. Here she said take this and handed me a white pill. She said it was caffeine in a pill and it would be like drinking coffee. I would be able to stay up longer and party with them if I took it. She took one too so I just swallowed mine like she had. It was so bitter I almost gagged. Little did I know at the time but Ginger had just given me a Quaalude. Quaaludes were the popular drug with the disco crowd at the time. They made you not give a damn about anything. Your inhibitions disappeared along with your underwear in a lot of cases. Alcohol intensifies the effect of this drug and I was about to be so fucked up I would do anything and not care. When I said before I was late bloomer and my body changed quickly I mean it. I went from being flat chested to a healthy 34C in a year. My ass swelled up from looking like a boy's flat butt to plump and round like a black girls (I am white by the way). I also could not stop fingering myself. I was horny all the time. I know that the readers here like details so I will describe what happened next as best as I can remember. I will however not give out my name, the church name, or any last names. In the living room Dave had pulled a chair next to the sofa and he had me sit in it. Ginger and Ronny took a seat together on the sofa and Dave stood and asked for a blessing on us. Dave began to quote scripture from the Book of Ruth, Kings, and Ephesians. They all had a sexual theme. He talked about David and Bathsheba. He talked about a girl becoming a woman and submitting to the church in place of a husband if she was not married. Pastor Dave talked about masturbation as a temptation. Then he looked directly at me and asked if I masturbated. I nearly shit on myself at this question. I stammered that I didn't and this and that, then Ginger put her hand on my leg and said to me that it was OK to talk about it. She said that she did it too. Deacon Ronny said he did it too sometimes. I was not believing what I was hearing. Dave said let's take a break for a second. Maybe this is a good time to have another beer he suggested. Ginger took me into the kitchen and Dave and Ronny talked in the next room. Ginger opened beers for everyone and handed them out. Back in the kitchen she asked me how I felt. I told her I was confused by Dave. She assured me that he was leading me in a spiritual awaking and that I needed to be honest with him and speak the truth. That was when the room started to spin. I told Ginger that my face felt numb and I was dizzy. I asked her if it was the pill she gave me or the beer. She just smiled at me. No answer just a smile. We sat back in the living room and the questions resumed. I admitted to them that I masturbated. Ginger spilled out all the information I had told her in confidence. How often I did it, who I thought of when I was doing it, and that I was still a virgin. I didn't give a shit at this point. I was so fucked up by now that I was telling on myself. The drugs were working very well on my mind. Pastor Dave then told me that women must submit to the needs of the church and by church he meant him and the deacons. He told me that Ginger was a good example of how woman in our church should serve. That she tended to his needs and those of the deacons without question. Ronny stood up and told me to watch Ginger. My bleary eyes watched her as Ronny dropped his swim trunks to the floor and Ginger took his cock and put it in her mouth. Ginger sucked his dick right here in front of all of us. She pressed her face against his pelvis up and down. I watched Ronny's big cock slide back and forth between Gingers lips and it made me so fucking horny I started to rub my pussy. I watched her suck his cock and listened as Pastor Dave praised her for her submissiveness. His words echoed in my head while Ginger worked the dick in her mouth faster and faster. My fingers were rubbing over my bikini bottom faster now. They were pressing against my clit harder and harder as I watched Ginger get her mouth fucked by Ronny. I was moaning and didn't realize it was coming out of my mouth. Dave moved closer to me and stood behind my chair groping my tits while I watched Ginger. He began pulling at my nipples through my bikini top. I didn't resist him. It felt good. I think she is ready said Pastor Dave. Ginger stopped sucking Ronny's dick and all attention went to me. Ginger helped me to my feet and Ronny held me up on the other side as they led me to my parent's room. Inside ginger pulled the quilt top and sheets off the bed and lay me across the mattress. I was so stoned I thought I might vomit. My head was spinning. Dave and Ronny took off their swim trunks and Ginger sucked both their cocks at the edge of the bed. Holy shit I thought at the time. Ginger is sucking her own brother's dick. Pastor Dave's cock was big and hard. Ginger did a good job of getting both of their cocks rigid, what I didn't realize through my drugged haze was that they were getting them hard for me. Ginger got off her knees and turned to me. She slipped my bikini top off and slid my bottom over my ass and off my legs. She sat on the bed on my left side and Ronny sat on the bed on my right. Pastor Dave climbed up on the edge of the bed and lay on me. I punched him in the ribs as hard as I could and kicked at him as I realized he was going to fuck me. Ronny grabbed my right arm and leg and Ginger did the same to my left side and they pulled me apart. With my legs spread open it was so easy for Dave to enter me. He pressed his cock against my wet pussy and pushed inside me. It hurt so bad that I cried and begged him to stop. He did not stop though. He pumped his big cock in me over and over until he busted his nut inside my pussy. I was so stoned I would probably have fucked him anyway. I just did not like that they held me down and Dave just jumped me. If I had known the plan I would have participated willingly but I felt like it was dirty what they did to me. Like they had taken something from me and not let me have a part of it Pastor Dave got off me and changed places with Ronny. Ronny mounted me and fucked me harder than Dave had. There was no tenderness in either man they just dumped their sperm in me like I was the town whore. I lay there on the bed with their semen dripping out of me and I asked them why they had done it. Both men told me that women were made by God for man's pleasure and I should be grateful to serve the church like this. I was not satisfied with the way things had happened. I had always figured my first time I would get to cum too. I felt dirty after Dave and Ronny fucked me. I was ashamed. Ginger put her arms around me and told me I was ok. She said she cried her first time too. Ginger kissed me and stroked my tits with her fingertips. I don't know if it was Ginger rubbing my tits after they had fucked me or it was my sinful desire but I wanted to be fucked more. I spoke up. I told it to Ginger. I told her I wanted to be fucked again. Pastor Dave looked at Ronny and smiled. Clean her up Ginger and bring her in the living room he said to his sister. Ginger helped me to the bathroom and I washed my pussy out and washed the tears from my face. In the living room Dave was sitting naked on the big sectional sofa. I climbed onto his lap and he sucked my tits and rubbed my ass. Dave chewed on my nipples and they ached so badly from it. It felt good though and it made my pussy throb as he rubbed my ass and worked my tits with his lips and teeth. My pussy was getting so wet and I slipped his cock inside my lips and pushed him into my hole. Slowly I pressed my cunt down on his fat cock and took his length fully into my pussy. I rode him for a few minutes grinding my clit against his cock as hard as I could when I felt Ronny place his hands on my back. Ronny pushed me forward against Pastor Dave with one hand and pulled upward on my ass with the other hand. Ginger was climbing up to sit on back of the sofa and placed her back against the wall and her legs on each side of her brother's head. She took my face and pressed it into her pussy. I licked her hairy cunt and pressed my tongue into her slit and sucked on her clit. Gingers pussy tasted good. Her cunt was warm and her juices were runny and slick on my tongue and lips. Ronny behind me was lubricating my asshole with some KY jelly. Ronny spread my ass cheeks and pushed his fingers in and out of my asshole getting it slippery. Ronny then squatted down behind me and pressed his cock against my butthole and forced it up my ass. I moaned out loud and stopped eating Gingers pussy as both men pumped their dicks in me. I am not sure if it was supposed to hurt but it didn't. It could have been the drugs and beer or that I was just that horny. Dave and Ronny grunted as they humped me from opposite ends. I had orgasms before from masturbating but they were nothing like the one I had with them that night. My orgasm was so hard I nearly fainted. My stomach convulsed and my groin exploded with the sensation of two cocks in my holes. Ginger had done a good job telling them all my dirty secrets. They both knew I desired a cock in my pussy and one up my ass at the same time. Each of the men took me to my parent's room one more time that night. They both fucked me separately, filling me with their sticky cum. Sometime after that I passed out. I woke up the next day and Ginger was in my parent's bed with me. I had a headache like never before from the drugs and beer and my pussy and asshole hurt. Ginger helped me clean up the house and wash the linen from my parent's bed. Later that day we hung out together, ate lunch, and Ginger ate my pussy twice at the pool while we swam in the warm water. I felt like she had betrayed me but I still loved her. I think Ginger eating me out was my reward for being submissive to Dave and Ronny Until mom and dad got back from Guatemala. I was Pastor Dave and Ronny's personal whore. They came over and used my pussy and asshole whenever they felt the need. I was their disciple. I wanted them to fuck me every way possible, together, alone, two in the same hole, it didn't matter. I was a woman now and I was serving the church. I'm surprised I did not turn up pregnant from that summer. I took more cock and sperm in me those three months than I did over the next ten years. As promised Ginger checked in on me every few days and most of the time it ended up that we would eat each other's pussy. Sometimes Dave or Ronny would come by with her and we would have a threesome. I enjoyed Gingers company and I became really good at making her cum with my fingers and tongue. She was my first and only woman sex partner. Later that year I confided in mom what I had done with Pastor Dave. She threw me out of the house as a result. Dad divorced mom the next year and our family was broken. Pastor Dave moved the church to New Mexico and I lost touch with mom. I went without a church or religion or a God for twenty five years. Then I found a new church with a true message. I realized that Pastor Dave and his church were a cult and not a true religion.