So You Want to be a Bimbo? – Week 2
A college girl continues her journey to be a bimbo – guide included
A college girl continues her journey to be a bimbo – guide included
The story of Master, Slave and X continues. Please feel free to comment and vote. Your feedback really helps me improve my writing. Enjoy đ
Angela gets her time alone with Frank to be used and fucked by Frank and a dog
Thanks to a deceased ex-girlfriend Frank’s and his family’s lives change dramatically. .
âRichard, honey, Iâm your wife⌠you canât⌠you canât do this to meâŚâ her entire body shook when she was ordered to turn around on her hands and knees in her sheer white baby doll lingerie. Her delicate white thong clearly visible and the sight of her round, untouched virgin ass got him a semi. âThis is our honeymoonâŚâ
I had settled into my new life the best I could. On the positive side I was free to be the girl I was and my room in the new house reflected that. It was painted pink and I had a nice canopy bed and a vanity and all the clothes I could want. On the bad side I was taken away from everything I had known my 15 years. My mother had died and I couldnât see any of her family, especially my grandma, as they wouldnât understand me being a girl. Also Daddy did his best to control and isolate me. I never had a lot of friends, but now I didnât have any. As we lived outside town I couldnât go anywhere and since Daddy home schooled me(in how to satisfy him ), I was always home except when he took me someplace, which was rare.
Since Daddy was now retired he didnât do much but watch T.V., drink beer and fuck me. Although I liked being fucked, I wished he would treat me with a little kindness. I was there to satisfy him, not to be satisfied myself, and to do housework. Since we lived outside town, the house had a good amount of property and we didnât have any neighbors close by. Because of this, Daddy liked to fuck me in the backyard or have me give him blowjobs while he was barbecuing.
One morning after breakfast Daddy told me I would be going to the doctor later that day. I was surprised as since I had become a girl I hadnât been to the doctor, as well as I felt fine.
âDaddy Iâm not sick, why are we going to the doctor?â I asked.
He slapped my face and yelled âDonât question me slut. Iâm doing this for you. Just be ready at 3:00 P.M. â
Needless to say I was ready. Since we were going to a doctor I dressed down, wearing jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers. We drove into town in Daddyâs new pickup truck. We went into the doctorâs waiting room and Daddy checked in with the receptionist. The office was in a shabby building and the waiting room was worse. The linoleum floor was cracked and the chairs were old and threadbare and the magazines were at least a year old.
After a minute the doctor came out. He told the receptionist since this was the last patient of the day she could leave. She immediately gathered her stuff and headed out. He turned to Daddy.
âMr. Kozlowski can you follow me?â he said.
âIâll be right back. Wait hereâ Daddy said and followed him through the door.
I sat and waited for a few minutes, when I heard Daddyâs voice loudly come through the door . I didnât hear what he said so I crept close to the door to listen. Things had quieted down so I put my ear to the door.
I heard Daddy say âYes I know that was our agreement, but Iâm having second thoughts.â
âIf you donât want to thatâs fine but then I canât help youâ I heard another voice say.
âI guess under the circumstances I donât have much of a choice. Ok Doctor itâs a dealâ Daddy answered.
I heard footsteps and I quickly retreated to my seat. The door opened and Daddy came out, followed by the doctor. Daddy walked up to me.
âChrissy I want you to do what the Doctor asks. Do you understand me?â Daddy said. I just nodded yes.
âAlright Iâll be waiting out in the truck for you.â
With that he walked out the door.
âChrissy, Iâm Doctor Wilde. Would you please come with me.â the doctor said.
I got up and followed the doctor into his office. It was a dingy room with an old desk, a couple of file cabinets and two chairs, one on each side of the desk. The doctor sat down. He was tall and skinny with receding salt and pepper hair that could use a wash. He wore glasses and had a mustache.
âPlease sit down Chrissyâ he said gesturing to the empty chair. I sat and looked at my feet.
âNow Chrissy your father tells me you were born a boy, but you feel you are a girl. Is that correct?â he asked.
âWell heâs really my step dad, although he has legally adopted meâ I answered âIâve never discussed it before , but yes Iâve always felt like and wanted to be a girl.â
âGood, good. So in no way were you coerced into this. I have to ask since youâre a minor you understandâ he said.
âNo Iâm not coerced. It would be easier if I was normal, but what can I do?â I said.
âYou shouldnât say youâre not normal, just sometimes things donât work out easy. But hopefully I can help you in this transition. Now Iâm going to have to give you an exam before treatment begins but let me tell you the plan and then you can ask any questions you might haveâ he said.
âThe plan is to start you on a special hormone treatment of mine for now and see how you react. At the least this should prevent you from developing more male characteristics such as facial hair growth, your voice deepening and so forth. The regimen I use has been very successful in not only arresting male development, but in promoting female development as well. If you respond well, hopefully your hips will widen some, your skin will get softer, your hair thicker and perhaps you might get some breast growth.â
âWowâ I said â all that.â My mind raced from the possibilities.
âYes, you might be surprised from the modest location, but I have successfully treated many transsexual patients even some coming as far away as N.Y.C. My main practice is mostly locals with government provided care, but my true passion is helping young ladies such as yourself.â
He said this with great fervor and I detected lust in his eyes.
âNo more questions, good. Now please step into the examining room and change into a gown and Iâll be in shortlyâ he said indicating a door.
I went into the room and started to undress. There was a paper gown on the examining table. It was one of the adjustable kinds that could allow you to sit up or lay flat. It was in the sitting position and had a sheet of paper covering it, as well as two small stirrups at the foot end. I put my clothes on a chair. I left on my panties and put on the gown. I then sat on the table. After a few minutes the doctor came in the room.
âOk Chrissy letâs beginâ he said âIâll first take a blood sample, just as a precaution. It shouldnât hurt too much.â
He proceeded to take a blood sample, take my blood pressure, look in my ears and mouth, test my reflexes and listen to my heartbeat. Before putting the stethoscope on my chest he breathed on it first.
âThat way it will be nice and warm on youâ he said with a creepy smile. His teeth were stained brown, probably from smoking, I guessed.
âNow if you will raise your gown I have to examine your genitaliaâ he said leering.
Reluctantly I raised the gown revealing my panties.
âAh a shy girl for a change. I like thatâ he said. He reached out and hooked the waistband and pulled down until they were removed.
âNow you are perfectly functional I was told. I will need you to have an erection for a proper measurement. Donât worry I can helpâ he said before leaning in and taking me into his mouth.
I was shocked a doctor would do that, but it was also the first time ever that someone sucked my dick. I quickly forgot my shock as his warm lips and tongue made my dick grow.
I got scared and I said âI think you should stop because I donât think Daddy would like thisâ even though it felt real good.
He took his mouth off me but began to stroke me with his hand. âIâm sure he doesnât like it, but thatâs our agreementâ he said while stroking me. âWhen I treat my special patients I never charge them a monetary fee. I just have a sexual encounter for each treatment. I prefer it this way. Didnât your stepfather tell you to follow my instructions.â
I nodded yes at him. He then put his mouth on my dick and started sucking again. It felt so good that I started to moan. The doctor stopped and lifted my legs and placed my feet in the stirrups. He gripped my dick again and then started to lick my small, shaved balls. After a few minutes of attention there, his tongue worked itâs way down to my tight little hole. It felt good as he lapped at me. He then used the thumb and fingers on his free hand to spread my cheeks, so he could stick his tongue into my hole. The doctor pushed his tongue in deep and began to rotate it, which drove me crazy. I actually grabbed his head and tried to push him further up my ass.
âOh yes fuck my ass with your tongue. Donât stop pleaseâ I gasped.
To my disappointment he actually removed his tongue, but quickly replaced it with a long thin finger which he slid up my fuck hole. He began to slide it in and out and soon slipped a second finger in there, at which time he started to suck my dick again. I let out a gasp as his fingers began hitting my special spot. I began to writhe as he continued his two pronged assault on me. Within a minute I was on the edge and I managed to say âYes Iâm going to cum.â
Doctor Wilde pulled his mouth off me and stroked me with his free hand. On his third stroke my dick started to cum. My first shot arched high in the air before landing on my chest. My next few landed on my stomach. He continued finger fucking me hard while I came. With a shudder I released my last spurt just above my dick. Doctor Wilde then began to lap up my cum from my stomach. His long fingers scooped up the cum on my chest and he licked his fingers clean.
âDelicious, Chrissy, you taste just like a special girl should. Unfortunately I forgot to measure you. But no matter, we are far from finished. And since you are so young Iâm sure you wonât have any problem getting hard again. But now itâs time for me to release my penis from my trousers.â
Doctor Wilde reached down and fished his cock from his trousers. It was already hard and it suited him as it was long and thin. He stepped to the head of the table and adjusted it so it was flat. He held his cock in one hand and put it by my mouth. I didnât need any guidance here. I opened my mouth and swallowed it around halfway down. I swirled my tongue around the head and shaft, then started to slide my lips up and down the shaft taking him to the back of my mouth with each movement of my head. I reached out and grabbed a hip for leverage and began to rapidly work his cock back and forth in my mouth. I then slightly adjusted the angle of my head so the doctorâs thin cock slid into my throat. I kept going further until my lips were against his tan trousers.
This prompted him to let out a loud moan. âOOOHHH yes Chrissy, deep throat me yes. You are young but you are a little cocksucker arenât youâ he grunted.
I just continued to suck him, hoping he would cum soon, but the doctor had other ideas. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved between my legs. With my feet in the stirrups I was totally open for anything he wanted to do. He put the head of his cock right against my wet hole and pushed the head in. I let out a little gasp as he drove it all the way in. His tongue and fingers had loosened me up sufficiently that he could go deep. Although he wasnât nearly as thick as Daddy, he was actually longer and went deeper than I had ever taken before. He paused a minute, before pulling back until just his head was inside me. He then thrust all the way in again. He gripped my thighs and began a slow steady rhythm of fucking for the next few minutes. The doctor was very methodical, barely varying in his approach. He fucked me at his speed, sliding his cock all the way in until his trousers rubbed against my ass then almost withdrawing from me.
âChrissy I want you to stroke you penis as I fuck youâ he said âand let me know when you are full erectâ the doctor told me, as he continued to sodomize me.
When I reached for my dick the doctor spit on it a couple of times. I gripped my dick and worked his saliva into my skin. I was hard quickly, as I was never allowed to play with myself when being fucked by Daddy. I ran my hand up and down my small shaft while he continued pumping my ass. It took the doctor talking to me to remember his earlier instructions, as I was greatly enjoying myself.
âChrissy are you erect yet?â he asked me, snapping me out of my sex daze.
âYes Doctor I amâ I replied âIâm sorry, I was caught up in the moment.â
âThatâs quite alrightâ the doctor said âitâs not always easy to concentrate while engaging in sexual relations.â
I almost laughed from the way he talked in a scientific manner even while fucking my 15 year old ass. He reached into a pocket of his white doctor coat and removed a roll tape measure. He paused in his thrusting and I removed my hand from my dick. He placed the end of the tape measure on my dick, above my balls and stretched it until reaching the tip.
âThe length of your erect penis is 4 inchesâ he said.
He then wrapped it around the base of my dick, which was the widest part.
âAnd the circumference is also 4 inchesâ he said dispassionately.
He then rolled the tape measure up and placed it back in his pocket and resumed fucking me.
âDoctorâ I asked â isnât that small for a penis?â using the proper term for my girly dick.
âWell Chrissy â he said âthere are too many variations to say for sure. You are on the smaller end of the spectrum, it is true. But having a larger penis doesnât mean you have greater pleasure. And as you prefer the passive role I donât see how the size would matter and itâs far easier to hide in your panties.â
While saying this, his face was starting to get red and his breathing more rapid. Suddenly he stopped thrusting and pulled out of me. He stepped back a little.
âChrissy I would like you to get up and bend over the table pleaseâ the doctor said.
I did as I was told and he positioned himself behind me. He then slid his cock all the way inside me again. The doctor put his hand by my mouth.
âSpit on my hand Chrissy. Yes thatâs a good girlâ he said as I did as he asked.
He slid his hand to my hard dick and started to stroke it in time with his thrusts. It felt real good and I couldnât help moaning from pleasure. He then grabbed my long brown hair with his free hand, pulling my head back while increasing his speed.
âThatâs it Chrissy, I want you to cum on my cock, can you do that? I want your young ass to squeeze me until I canât hold back. I want to fill you with my cum while you cumâ he said pulling even harder on my hair. He was pounding me hard now, no longer in control, his hand stroking me fast. Suddenly I felt his mouth bite my neck and I lost it as cum shot out of me, onto the exam table.
âOh yes Doctor, Iâm cummingâ I moaned as my body tightened on his thrusting cock and I continued to shoot cum out my girly dick.
âYes thatâs a good girl Chrissyâ he said while still stroking me. I felt his cock spasm in me and start to empty his hot cum deep into me. After his cock stopped cumming it started to go soft inside me. Doctor Wilde groaned as he worked his cock out of me. There was a plopping sound as his head came free and I could feel some of his hot cum start to ooze out my fucked hole and run down my leg. I stayed like that a minute, trying to recover from my intense orgasm.
âWould you like some paper towel to clean up with?â Doctor Wilde asked me, as I saw he was cleaning himself.
âThank you Doctorâ I said, smiling shyly. I took the towels and began to wipe myself clean. I first wiped my dick and then began to dab at my hole.
âHmm yes, sorry about the mess but your tight, young ass certainly made me cum a lot. Normally I would use a condom, but as your stepfather assured me that he is the only man to have relations with you, in that case it would be okâ he said.
âItâs alright, I didnât mindâ I answered.
The doctor had finished his clean up and had tucked himself back into his trousers.
âNow Chrissy we have a few things to go over, though I would appreciate if you would remain undressed as we do, just so I can admire you some moreâ he said while looking at my body with admiration.
My face turned bright red but I stayed naked.
âNow Chrissy â the doctor began âallow me to talk first and then later you can jump in with any questions. You will have to come see me every two weeks for treatments. As well as that, once a week you will need to see a therapist for the mental aspects. If you donât I canât legally give you the medication. Iâve given your father a name of a nearby therapist who works with me. If you wish to discuss things with him fine. If not as long as he receives payment you can just stare at the wall for an hour. Your father, sorry stepfather, has also discussed your options about plastic surgery with me.â
âDoctorâ I interrupted âtwo things. What kind of plastic surgery? And when did you discuss all this? Daddy wasnât in the office very long.â
âWell to answer your second question first, he has been in contact with me since before you moved to Stroudsburg. I believe that is why he decided to relocate here. I have a certain reputation among the transsexual community. Normally it is the patient who contacts me directly, but since you are a minor I felt your legal guardian reaching out to me was fine. As to your first question the surgeries discussed were breast implant surgery as well as what is commonly called shaving the adamâs apple. It has a scientific name but that doesnât matterâ he said in a matter of fact manner.
My head was spinning. Thatâs why we moved to this town? Breast surgery, wow I loved that idea.
âAnd shaving my adamâs apple. What is that?â I asked.
âItâs a procedure to surgically remove some of your adamâs apple. It is one of many things done to make a male seem more feminine, as females have much less prominent adamâs apples. There also are many other procedures done, but in your case I doubt many would be needed. Nature has seemed to understand the female in you and you already appear very feminine. I feel the shaving would be minor and with my unique treatment regimen and your young age when starting treatment I believe you will appear more feminine than many genetic woman. Obviously breast surgery would be helpful in that regardâ he concluded.
I had one more question. âWhat about a sex change surgery?â
âWell that is a possibility, but at the least you should be of legal age before consideration. Only you can decide if itâs for you or not. But I will say with SRS that though medicine has made great strides especially on the cosmetic level, science canât equal nature. Obviously you couldnât bear children, but though science has improved in preserving nerves in the area there isnât any way to truly give you a female orgasm and you no longer could have a male one. Many transsexuals who had SRS have regretted it and many have not. It will be up to you. I hope I helped. Now you may get dressed and Iâll administer your meds and then you can go.â
When I left the office I met Daddy in the parking lot. He was pacing impatiently.
âIt took you long enoughâ he said angrily âwere you going at it the whole time, you whore.â
âNo Daddyâ I answered â he had to examine me and tell me about a lot of things that you obviously had discussed with him without telling me anything.â I was mad that he had done all this without letting me know, since it was my body.
Looking sheepish for a moment he said âSorry I didnât let you know sooner. But Daddy knows best, so just do as youâre told. Letâs go.â
His humility sure didnât last long. After we got home he told me to clean up so I showered and enema douched. Daddy was waiting for me in my room, naked with a big hard on.
âGet on the bed on your hands and knees slut. Itâs time for a real man to fuck youâ he ordered.
âYes Daddyâ I said, quickly complying.
âDid that half a fag doctor have a cock like mine baby?â he asked as he rammed it deep into my already fucked hole.
âOh no Daddyâ I gasped through clenched teeth âhis thing was much thinner.â But I was thinking he also treated me like a human being.
Assured of his own superiority Daddy pounded my ass hard and deep. His large, powerful hands gripped my hips tight, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. With each deep thrust his large, hairy balls slapped into my soft skin.
âTake it you little whore, take a manâs cock in your ass. Beg me for it bitchâ he ordered.
âYes Daddy, fuck me like this. You know I love it when you pound me goodâ I cried out. The sad thing was it was true. My dick had hardened and my moans were real. I liked being dominated during sex, I just wished he didnât have to be so mean to me.
Daddy now grabbed both my shoulders in his hands and increased his already fast rhythm. I started to squeeze my ass muscles tight, bringing Daddyâs cock pleasure.
âThatâs right slut, use that ass, you know thatâs what you are good for. Milk Daddyâs cum. Iâm going to cum in your whore assâ he said while crushing my shoulders in his viselike grip. He thrust a few more times into me, then I felt him shudder as his cock began emptying his load into me. With a groan his body pushed onto mine, forcing me flat on the bed with him on top, pinning my body down underneath him.
Over the next few months I continued to get treatments, both medical and sexual, from Doctor Wilde. Once a week I would go to the therapist, but I never talked with him. On the days when I visited Doctor Wilde, Daddy was always rougher and nastier than usual, as if to punish me. However even he couldnât argue with the results. My hips did spread wider, my nipples became larger and more sensitive and the hair on my head became extremely thick and soft. At the beginning of summer I had my adamâs apple shaved and got a pair of pert B-cup breast implants. Daddy wanted me to get larger ones, but thankfully agreed to go for the ones that fit my slim body more proportionately. After the swelling went down, I was in heaven from my new profile. Daddy, as well as Doctor Wilde, certainly enjoyed them.
Daddy had me lay in the backyard in a thong bikini every day so I got a tan, and he loved my tan lines. All in all things werenât that bad, but every cloud has a black lining and things soon would get much worse for your narrator, little old me.
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It had started on the day Patrick had made eat her food on the floor like a dog, without a knife or fork.
The story continues right where we left off.
Dave is still horny so decides to nip off for a quick stroke
Elise will have to admit sooner or later that she really enjoys being taken…
They couldn’t run around naked forever.
Teen Missy and stepdad…can Missy behave?
There is something oddly erotic about the vampire. Most people can understand this, or there would not be a market for vampire pornography or, the far more common, vampire erotica or other erotica mixed with similar horrific themes. I had never read these stories, and years later when I watched the first fetish video I found it more amusing than arousing. But neither of these setbacks stopped my obsession. I kept it quiet for many months before I confided in my friends. At their looks of horror, I passed my obsession off as momentary in nature, and my friends were relieved and amused at the same time. They had no problem when I graduated high school a virgin. It was not that unusual, although all of my friends had some experience and many were no longer virginal in any way.
I had hoped that my obsession would pass when I got to college, with a campus full of horny frat boys, but I had no such luck. As the months passed, my friends became more and more concerned. I went on many first dates, but felt no ties to any of these boys. I could have gained experience with any of these boys, but refused. I felt nothing toward them. Finally, I resigned myself to perpetual virginity. I wanted nothing to do with these imitations of manhood.
My friends were shocked at first, then began to spend every waking moment changing my mind. I was not to be swayed. They eventually let up, hoping, but no longer assuming that it was simply a phase I was going through.
Again, I graduated a virgin, untouched in every way except for the occasional unsuccessful gropes in the back of the theatre by inexperienced but determined boys from my psychology or English class. I had never even been kissed. My friends had stopped pressuring me, figuring that I was happier with my decision. I got a job as a bilingual legal secretary for a group of real estate lawyers and for the next year lived life relatively happily, even if my day to day life was rather boring and lonely. Even though I sometimes noticed that the lives of my friends were more filled and consisted of far fewer nights at home alone, I never regretted my decision. I seemed to know that I would get nothing out of sex or a relationship.
That changed dramatically when He walked into the office. He was tall with broad shoulders, pale skin that contrasted sharply with his black hair and eyebrows. His eyes were so dark that had I not instinctively known what he was, I would have assumed he used contacts to darken his irises. He had an air of confidence and virility that overwhelmed me. He had an appointment with my boss, so he came up to me, seeming to glide silently across the floor rather than walk. So consumed was I that for several seconds I couldnât find my voice to ask if I could help him. When I did find my voice I was slightly frightened to use it, fearing that my sudden passion would escape me.
In my silence, he smiled slightly, raising one of his eyebrows slightly. âI have an appointment with Mr. Thomas. Please inform him that I am here, Carol Anne.â He said it softly, but there was a hint of authority that I would never have even considered disobeying. I stood almost without knowing or realizing what I was doing and went to notify my boss that his client had arrived. It wasnât until he went in to see my boss that I realized that he had known my name, and not just the first name that everyone I knew used to refer to me, but my middle name as well.
I knew then that he was the one I had been waiting for. I hadnât even known I had been waiting until I saw him. I decided then and there I would have no other. I was relieved not to have been violated. I knew innately that he would not have been pleased had someone touched what was his.
My friends were ecstatic to hear that my decision until they realized the object of my ardor. One of my friends worked at the same office I did and had seen him, albeit not as well as I. They tried once again to sway me away from him, but stopped almost at once. I had become less and less close with all of them over the months, and they seemed to realize that their arguments served to aggravate rather than convince me. The two I remained somewhat close to seemed to feel that at least I would gain some experience in the ways of love, even if it was negative, and assured me that they would help me through the disappointment they were sure would follow. I never told them that if I failed I had no intention of continuing on.
I waited day in and day out for him to arrive again at the office. He had another appointment on Friday. Friday morning I woke up an hour early and tossed and turned for twenty minutes before realizing I couldnât wait anymore. I got out of bed and tried to eat something, but my stomach wasnât happy with my selection. I dressed carefully, trying to please. Despite my intuition that told me he wanted me, that he wanted me pure, that he would claim me today, I didnât know how he wanted me to appear. I didnât know how he would want me to dress, whether he wanted me to wear makeup, how he would want me to style my hair. After wasting my spare time stressing about the decision, I gave up. I dressed in a simple yet elegant skirt and blouse and opted not to wear jewelry except my small diamond earrings. I wore no makeup and simply brushed my long hair to shininess. I arrived at work early and waited nervously. I was overcome several times by the fear that he would cancel, but somehow made it through the day to lunchtime.
I ate nothing at lunch. My stomach was still nervous and I feared leaving my desk for even a moment and missing his arrival. I was rewarded. Halfway through my lunch hour, he arrived, dressed as impeccably as the first time I had seen him. My heart sped up, but at the same time I found I was unable to breathe. He glided towards me, the smallest of smiles on his lips. He came up to my desk once again and looked down at me.
âI have another appointment, Carol Anne. Please inform him that I have arrived.â
I didnât have to do as he told me because my boss came out of his office at that moment to greet him personally. My eyes followed them into the office hoping he would glance back at me. He did not.
I got no work done during their meeting. I sat there in a mild state of panic and impatience terrified I had been wrong. Had I simply imagined that he wanted me? Or, even worse, had I displeased him in some way? So great was my fear that I didnât hear him open the door after an hour and leave the office, although he could have snuck up on me without my fear if he so chose. I jumped slightly when he spoke in my ear. His voice was still soft; his breath was oddly cool against my skin.
âHave you saved yourself for me, Carol Anne?â His lips brushed my ear as he said it and one of his hands stroked my hair.
âYeessss.â It came out as a sigh.
âYes what, Carol Anne?â There was a slight growl in his voice, but I knew the answer without having to think about it.
âYes, Master.â
âGood girl.â His words made a shiver of pleasurable anticipation run through me. For the first time in my life, there was a burning need between my legs. He had walked in front of my desk and was once again looking down at me. I looked up at him, silently trying to both relay my need to him and beg him to quench the fire. He looked at me in pleased amusement.
âNot yet, my pet, not yet. I will fulfill your needs as you will mine, but you must wait just a short while longer.â A whine escaped my partially opened mouth.
He leaned closer to me. I wanted to move still closer, but his eyes warned me to stay where I was. As he drew nearer to me, I felt the increasingly more familiar feeling that I could no longer breathe. A couple of his pale long fingers touched my lips gently. I kissed them as they danced over my lips.
âLook at me, pet.â I looked up into his dark hypnotic eyes. âI know what you need, and you will wait until I give it to you. Do not disappoint me in this respect. I will know if you did, and will not be pleased.â There was a threat in his voice and eyes that made me tremble.
âNo Master. WhenâŚâ
âTonight.â He withdrew his fingers, an action that made me whimper. âYou will go home after I leave. Dress in what I have left for you there. Meet me at the address I have also left tonight at seven. Do not be late.â He paused and smiled his small smile again. âI would suggest a nap in the interim.â
I watched as he left. The fire that had been licking me at the apex of my thighs had spread into all but the most extreme of my extremities. I whined again softly, only slightly understanding his influence over me, only vaguely understanding what I wanted, no needed, from him. I remembered his promise to fulfill my needs as I would fulfill his. The thought of serving, pleasing him for the rest of my days made me shiver with eagerness.
I followed his instructions. My head cleared slightly without his immediate presence. I told my boss that I was taking the rest of the day off. I had yet taken a single day of leave since beginning to work there, so he was more than willing to let me leave. He gave me a look of vague concern, seeming to believe only too well my story that I was not feeling well.
I went home, and found, not to my surprise, there was a long black dress with matching heels. I felt the fabric of the dress and found it to be of the softest of silk. It dipped low in the front, which would accentuate my cleavage. A slit ran up the right side of the dress. It ran up so high that when I put on the dress the slit would probably reach my upper thigh. Although the fire within me had dampened slightly since leaving the office, seeing and feeling his choice of my clothing caused it to burn up as brightly as it had when he was standing directly in front of me.
I did as he suggested and lay down for a nap after finally eating my lunch. After my nap, I showered carefully and brushed through my hair. He had supplied a pair of panties, but no bra, so I simply went without. Again, I chose not to wear make up or jewelry. I did look myself over in the mirror before leaving and was happy with the overall effect.
I arrived at the address indicated at two minutes before seven. Had I not driven some fifteen minutes earlier through town, I would have guessed that I had been through a time warp. The house that rose up in front of me seemed more accurately described as a manor. It was made of dark stone and the architectural details reminded me of gothic cathedrals. As I stepped out of my car, I was greeted by an older gentleman in a suit who asked me for my purse and car keys, stating that I would not need them. As stupid as it may have seemed, I handed both over to the gentleman, who bowed slightly and gestured me toward the front doors, which opened seemingly by themselves. I was almost surprised not to see the room lit by torches lined along the walls, but the manor seemed to have all modern conveniences.
A small woman also dressed professionally met me at the door. She silently beckoned me to follow her, which I did, my heart starting to race again. She led me down a long, dark hallway. I heard a piano playing in the distance, a dark piece filled with minor chords that seemed perfect to fill the dark hall I was walking through. Finally the woman stopped in front of a door. The music was louder here, leading me to believe that it was coming from the other side of this door. I pictured him sitting at a grand piano just feet away from me, which felt myself go weak in the knees. The fire within me flared up again.
She knocked on the door and left me there. The music stopped and I heard him call out in his soft voice, âCome in.â
I slowly opened the door and walked in. He stood as I did so, turning away from the piano and towards me. He picked up a glass of dark red wine and took a sip from it as he looked me up and down. I looked away and felt a blush rise to my cheeks under his scrutiny. He lowered his glass.
âLovely, Carol Anne. But not complete, not quite.â I looked up at him, thinking he was angry or displeased. He was still smiling, however. He lowered his glass to the table sitting beside the piano and turned to pick something up from the same table. With his back turned towards me, he asked me to move closer.
I obeyed, walking up to him until he could, if he turned, have reached out and touched me. He finally did turn and I noticed what he had in his hands. It was a beautiful, black collar.
âTurn around and lift your hair.â When I had, I felt his hand dance upon my neck. I whined in pleasure. Finally, I felt the cool leather of his collar upon my neck as he attached it. He used the collar to turn me to face him. He looked me over for a moment.
âYessss,â he hissed before lowering his mouth to mine. His lips massaged my own. As his hands ran down my body, stopping to examine my breasts and then moving down to my hips, I desperately wanted to reach up and touch him, but didnât dare without permission. Finally, when I felt that the fire within me had reached an unbearable level, I felt him pull me into his body. His torso was hard with his muscles and as he pulled me closer to him I felt his hard erection press against my belly. Even clothed I could tell it was quite large and could feel it throbbing against me.
Suddenly, he pulled away from my mouth and let his lips trail down to my neck just above my new collar. He kissed at my neck before finally biting into it and gently sucking at me. I let out a cry as pleasurable convulsions raced through my body for the first time in my life. The feelings slowly subsided and I fell against him, no longer able to sustain my own weight.
He picked me up and effortlessly threw me over his shoulder. âNow, Carol Anne, I think youâre more than ready for me.â
âMaster, Iâve been ready for you for years,â I answered him. Although I could not see his face, I heard him chuckle for the first time.
He carried me through the manor. It was such a large place that I lost track of where we were going. We went up two different flights of stairs and down several halls before he finally opened a large and ornate door. This room was apparently his bedroom. There was furniture in the room and decorations along the dark walls, but the only thing that really caught my attention was the four-poster bed in the middle of the room.
It was the largest bed Iâd ever seen. It was covered in dark red and black sheets and blood red curtains hung around each of the four posters of the bed. He tossed me onto the middle of the bed, where I bounced slightly. He stood there watching me, an obvious bulge in his pants. I trembled slightly under his scrutiny.
âGet over here and undress me, Carol Anne.â Now that we were in his bedroom, his voice was rougher, more demanding. I rolled over and crawled to him despite my long dress, although I was greatly helped by the long slit up one side. I stopped at the foot of the bed, and knelt there, reaching up to start undoing the buttons on his black dress shirt, exposing his pale but muscular chest. I whimpered slightly as I slid the shirt off his shoulders and leaned forward to kiss the chest, looking up as I did so hoping to find evidence of approval. He raised an eyebrow at me, but didnât stop me, so I continued my kisses until he stepped back, motioning me off the bed. I stood in front of him as he pulled my dress over my head, allowing my breasts to fall free. His hands brushed over them for a moment before reaching my collar. He pulled down on my collar until I was on my knees in front of him.
I nuzzled for a moment against the bulge in his pants before bending over to remove his shoes and socks. When they had joined his discarded shirt I finally reached up to reveal what I needed most. With fingers trembling from excitement, I undid his belt.
âHand the belt to me, Carol Anne.â
I looked up at him quickly, a mixture of excitement and fear filling me. I carefully pulled his belt from his belt loops and offered it to him. He looked two fingers under my collar and raised me up before bending me at the waist over his bed. He ran his fingers over the black lace that covered my ass.
âI must say, Carol Anne, that for the most part I have been most pleased with you and your behavior, both before and after having met you in person. I knew Iâd chosen well, but you have proven this to be beyond a doubt.â I felt a smile spread across my face. I somehow knew that he would rarely praise me, so hearing it now made my heart swell.
âHowever,â he continued, and I felt my smile fall from my face, âyou are not to touch or kiss me without my permission. And while, yes, I could have stopped you, I feel it is most prudent for you to learn as quickly as possible the consequence for disobedience.â With that I felt his belt land on my ass. I jumped slightly, surprised by how much it hurt. I whimpered and held tight onto the sheets as he continued raining blows on my ass. At fifteen, he stopped. He dropped his belt and rubbed my reddened cheeks far more gently than I expected. Again he used my collar to stand me up facing him.
âThat is just a taste of how I will handle disobedience. You have been warned. Now finish what you started.â I hesitated for the slightest of moments before realizing he wanted me to finish undressing him. Once again, I fell to my knees and was awarded with a slight smile. I reached up and finally undid his pants, unzipped the zipper and finally pulled down his pants and boxers to reveal what I wanted so badly. It was rock hard, throbbing slightly, and pointing at me. I whined slightly, dying to reach out and feel for him, but not daring for fear of repercussions. He watched in amusement as I tried to silently beg for more.
Suddenly, he grabbed at me, throwing me once more on the bed. This time he followed crawling so that he was over me. He stayed there for a moment looking at me before moving. When he did move, it was to place my arms over my head and produce a rope seemingly from nowhere. He used it to tie my arms together then to part of the headboard. Then he moved back, parting my legs and settling himself between them.
âLetâs see how ready you are, pet,â he said as he slowly removed my panties. He looked pleased, but not surprised to find me soaking wet. My panties had been soaked through, moistening my thighs with my lubrication. He gently spread my lower lips and examined my dripping insides.
âYou are intact, my pet.â He stroked from my pussy lips up to my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me despite how light his touch was. I whined, loving his attention, but needing so much more. He smirked at me.
âWhat do you want, Carol Anne?â
âI want more,â I whispered.
âMore? Well, in that caseâŚâ he said, and then lowered his head to my left breast. He lightly nipped, sucked and licked at the breast and nipple for some time before moving to the other, not stopping his light stroking of my pussy. I continued my whining, for the first time struggling against the ties of my arms. Finally, he raised his head and smirked at me again.
âIs something the matter, Carol Anne? I thought you wanted more?â
âOh, Master, that feels wonderful. ButâŚâ
âBut you want even more?â I nodded desperately. âTell me what you need, Carol Anne. Be specific.â
I whimpered for a moment before answering. âI need you to fuck me.â I barely whispered the words. He smiled down at me
âWhat was that?â
âI need you to fuck me.â I said it louder this time.
âWhat?â
âOh, please just fuck me!â I almost shouted the plea.
He complied, thrusting himself fully into me in one hymen-shattering stroke with a combination of a growl and snarl escaping from him. I screamed, arching my back at the pain. He stayed still for a moment before he started his rhythmic thrusts into me. There was nothing gentle about his claiming of me, but I had neither expected nor, despite the pain, wanted gentleness from him. With tears falling from my eyes, I simply waited for the pain to fade as I had been told it would by my experienced friends.
He never slowed his thrusts, but he did lean into my ear, his breaths slightly labored, but still cool against my skin. âThe pain will fade, Carol Anne, and all the pleasure you need will follow.â I nodded, unable to speak. But I knew he was right, not because of the tales I had heard, but because the pain was already starting to fade. It took some time to become bearable, although it never fully went away, largely because he got rougher when he realized my initial pain fading. It only served to heighten my pleasure. Soon I was meeting his thrusts with ardor.
We continued our impassioned battle for some time. Moans and whimpers escaped me, intermixed with groans and hisses of pleasure from him. Tears continued to fall from my eyes, no longer from the pain but from the ecstasy that threatened to burst within me. It was stronger than anything Iâd felt before, so much stronger than the orgasm Iâd experience at his brief feeding earlier. As the pleasure exploded within me, he leaned down to bite into my neck again, sucking more deeply than he had before. Between the pleasure within me and the pleasure caused by his suckling I threatened to lose consciousness. I fought to maintain awareness, but as he suddenly stiffened above me, thrust deeply into me once more, and let out a low growl as he finally released his seeds within me, I lost my battle and faded from the world.
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He held his weight on his arms as he hovered over me. He moved one of his knees up between my legs until he was rubbing my pussy with his hairy, fat knee. I was still wet from my earlier orgasms, that now seemed forever ago. Even through everything that happened, as he ground into my wet pussy, I could feel my body spark with recognition of the stimulation. After all, only thirty minutes or so had passed, so I was still riding both my orgasmic- and marijuana-induced highs. Mentally, I knew that I had not enjoyed anything that had happened, but after a life-time of zero action my virgin body was slowly being driven to a familiar frenzy. He smiled his smug grin again when he saw the effect he was having on me.
âGive Daddy a kiss to show him how much you love him,â he said as he leaned down. He pressed gentle kisses against my lips. It was almost loving and totally bizarre. Why canât he just fuck me and get it over with? Why is he doing this to me? I hated his soft touches more than when he was beating me; it felt more wrong somehow. He ground his pelvis into my hip, and I could feel his still hard cock.
He moved his weight to one elbow and gently cupped my jaw and pulled my mouth open slightly. He slipped his tongue in my mouth, softly exploring inside. He shifted his knee away and, without warning, thrust two of his fat fingers into my pussy.
âDaddyâs little girl has such a nice little girl pussy. You already got it wet for Daddy, didnât you?â
âYes, Daddy,â I squeaked out as he playfully wiggled his fingers in me.
âDaddyâs little girl is a little slut, isnât she?â
âYes, Daddy,â I replied meekly.
âThatâs okay because Daddy knows that his Good Girl is still a virgin. That you have been saving yourself all for me.â
I gasped. Was that part of the game or does he really know Iâm a virgin?! I knew in my gut that he somehow knew that. He had been watching me for God only knows how long, and he knew that I had never been with a man.
I screwed my eyes shut, hoping to just disappear. Like if I waited long enough to open them again, I would be somewhere else. His mouth returned to mine. He thrust his tongue gently against my own, in and out of my mouth in time with his now thrusting fingers, my still wet pussy letting him easily glide in and out.
He quickly began speeding up both his fingers and his tongue. As hard as I tried to mentally separate myself from what was happening, I was helpless to stop my bodyâs reaction. He added a third fat finger and started rubbing my clit in small circles with his thumb. My pussy felt so full, and I released an unexpected moan. I felt him smile against my mouth, and I cringed when I realized my mistake. I felt so disgusted with myself. His mouth met mine, and he licked a trail down my jaw back to my ear. I could hear his labored breathing as he worked my pussy.
âDoes Baby Girl like what Daddy is doing to her pussy?â, he asked.
âYes, Daddy,â I replied, hating myself a little.
âIf you ask him nicely, Daddy will let you cum.â
That was basically the exact opposite of what I wanted to do. But, it didnât really seem like it mattered tonight what I wanted to do. As much as I hated it, I couldnât do anything about how good he was making me feel. I clamped my mouth shut for fear that I might let another embarrassing moan out. I locked up all of my joints and tensed my muscles, just trying to keep my hips from rising into his hand. I could feel my pulse rising as I started breathing harder and harder. He started pushing his fingers in and out of my cunt faster and faster. He wrapped his lips around my ear lobe and sucked hard, making me let out an involuntary squeal. His mouth then moved down my neck to my collar bone, which he started bathing with his tongue.
I couldnât keep it in anymore, and I let out a long, loud moan. As the sound left my mouth, it was like all my resistance with it. I relaxed my body and bent my neck towards his tongue. I without a doubt hated this man. I hated him touching me, how he talked to me, the way he was making me feel. I hated that my first time with a man would be with this hairy, overweight bastard. But, the mind is a tricky thing. It does strange things to protect you from emotional trauma. Illogical things. My logical thoughts on the situation were that I wanted to rip this manâs dick off and make him eat it. However, deep in my mind where I hide all of my darker desires, I had always fantasized about being taken just like this. I would touch myself and think about some unknown man of the tall, dark, and handsome variety tying me to my bed and having his way with me as I pretended not to like it. And, in this most harrowing turn of events, it was this fantasy that my mind latched on to in an effort to keep me from going crazy. I was openly panting now, and I just allowed myself to feel what was happening.
He was very skilled, and I knew that I was only a few moments away from cumming all over his hand. I could feel him smile against my throat. My hips began rising to meet his hand. He quickened the actions of his plunging fingers even more, and his thumb pressed harder on my clit to the point of bordering on pain. He switched from gently laving my neck with his tongue to alternating between sucking hard and racking his teeth across my skin. At the first feel of his incisors, I groaned and bucked my hips. He chuckled. I could feel my blood humming in my veins. I allowed my body to completely take over. And just as I felt myself climbing towards ecstasy, he stopped all his movements. I whimpered loudly and brazenly humped at his motionless hand that was still buried in my pussy before giving up.
âNow, now, Baby Girl,â he admonished as he moved to look me in the eye. âI told you that you have to ask Daddy nicely to make you cum.â
âPlease. . .â I begged, knowing that my pride was really hanging by a thread at this point.
âPlease, what?â he said. He smirked. I hated his damn smirk.
âPlease, Daddy.â
âPlease, Daddy what?â He said, losing his patience a little.
âPlease make me cum, Daddy.â
âHmmm. I donât know if you really want it. . .â
He pulled his fingers out about half an inch, but it was enough to have me shout, âNo!â
âYou have to make Daddy really believe that you want it, Baby Girl.â At my hesitation, he continued to pull away his hand, and I panicked.
âNo! Please, Daddy! Please make your Baby Girl cum! Please, I want it so bad, Daddy. Iâll be such a good little girl. Please, Daddy, make me cum!â
âSuch a good little girl. . .âhe said softly, before resuming his ministrations on my aching pussy. He stuffed his fingers in and out of my pussy roughly, and I fucking loved it. He began pumping his hard cock against my hip. I moaned, feeling waves of sensation crashing down on me. I knew I was close. Just as I felt my pussy tightening against his fingers, he leaned over and bit my nipple. I came all over his hand with a shout. I stared up at the ceiling and tried to catch my breath. My mind was swimming, and I felt lightheaded. I barely registered his movement before he was positioned between my thighs.
âOh, you make Daddy so very happy, Baby Girl. Daddy loves you so much.â Before I had time to tense up, he had thrust into me to the hilt. He cock was a monster, and it knocked the damn wind out of me. He gave me only seconds to adjust, before he began slowly sliding it out until only the head remained, and then thrusting all the way back in. Though I may have been a virgin, between my own fun with my vibrator and his finger fucking, my pussy had little problem accommodating him. There were a few moments of discomfort as my body stretched to adjust to this new invasion, but they passed quickly, leaving me feeling delightfully full.
He started building up a slow momentum, and I could see sweat gather on his upper lip and at his hair line. Every few thrusts he would pause to grind against my pubic bone, driving me wild. He bent over my body and slipped his mouth over my nipple. He sucked hard, and I moaned unintelligibly. He bucked especially hard into me once.
âSay my name, Baby Girl,â he demanded.
Happy to oblige at this point as long as he kept doing what he was doing, I said, âDonât stop, Daddy!â
I received a simple, encouraging, âGood Girl,â before he returned to my breast. He picked up the pace now, continuing to pull in and out almost all the way. I had never been so full, had never had anything so deep in my pussy. I felt absolutely stuffed with cock. He moved away from my breast, much to my disappointment, and lifted his head up to look me in the eye. He slid his arms under my back to brace my shoulders and, while still maintaining eye contact with me, started pummeling me with his dick. The unexpected increase in speed and power had me groaning loudly. If I had any presence of mind still left in me, I would have recoiled from the look of triumph on his face. My hands ached to grab and hold onto him; his hold on my shoulders was the only thing keeping him from fucking me off the side of the bed. My hands, still being tied behind my back, settled for fisting themselves in the comforter beneath me. He was pumping into me so fast and hard, I started having trouble trying to catch my breath in between moans and pleas. The lower half of his body pinned my own to the bed, keeping my hips from rising to fuck him back. The hair on his belly and thighs scratched me, the sweat on his body dripping onto mine and making me itch. In that moment, I was only aware of the feelings of pleasure he was evoking in me, wanted or no. Not how under normal circumstances the feel of his bulbous body pinning me to the bed or the sight of his middle-aged face leering just above my own would have caused me to recoil. I just knew that I need him to keep going.
âOh, please. Please, Daddy, I need to cum again. Please, Daddy, make me cum,â I begged. I was right there, I knew. I just needed a little more. I needed to cum badly, and I knew I needed him to make me cum. I needed to feel his hairy belly and thighs on me, his rough hands holding me, his round and weathered face looking down at me with hungry, possessive eyes. I need all of it, all of him, to make me cum.
âYes, Baby Girl. Thatâs it. You love your Daddy, donât you?â
âOh, yes, Daddy! I love you so much! Oh, your little girl loves you so much.â
âI know, Baby Girl. I knew when I first saw you that you were such a good little girl, and I was right. Do you know how I know you love me? How I can feel it?â
âHow, Daddy?â
âBecause I can feel how much you want me right here,â he said, punctuating his point by pulling out completely and then pushing back in exaggeratedly slow before resuming his vigorous fucking once again. âYouâre so wet for your Daddy. Daddy could fuck your little girl pussy for hours. Oooh, and you were such a good girl and kept your pussy so tight for your Daddy. You like Daddy fucking your little pussy?â
âOh, yes, Daddy. Fuck your Good Girl. Please make your Good Girl cum! Please, Daddy!â
âMmm. You want to cum on your Daddyâs cock, huh? You gonna cum all over your Daddy?â As he spoke, he subtly picked up more speed. His movements became more frantic, and his face was screwed up almost into a grimace from the effort he was exerting in fucking me. His left hand moved under my back and arms to grab onto the opposite shoulder while he right hand headed for my breast. He roughly squeezed and pinched my tit. He leaned his head down to rest his sweaty forehead in the crook of my neck.
His monster cock was drilling into and stretching my pussy to the point of pain. My brain was all over the place trying to keep up with the sensations. I felt caged in by his bulk, but my body was flying high. I was right on the cusp of my orgasm.
âDonât stop! Donât stop! Please, donât stop, Daddy!â
âCum for me, Baby Girl! Cum for your, Daddy!â With that, he bit into the flesh of my neck where it met my shoulder. I screamed in pain even as my orgasm peaked. It was incredible, like lightning flowing through my veins and shooting sparks of electricity across my skin, coalescing where his teeth were sunk into my neck. He didnât slow his pace at all, fucking me through it. I could feel my pussy clenching his dick in waves as well as my girly juices gushing out of my cunt and down my ass onto the bed.
He continued fucking me as my body came back down. At that point, I was limp like a cloth doll. For a moment after my climax, I was relaxed and hadnât a thought in the world. Then it was like my brain was switched back on and pushed into overdrive. I remembered that I was supposed to be hating this, that I should have been fighting him. I remembered that I was being raped, and I wasnât supposed to like it. One moment I was having the most earth-shattering climax of my existence, the next I felt like crawling into a hole from the shame.
He saw the expression on my face and abruptly stopped. He leaned forward on his elbows and stroked my face with both hands.
âWasnât that good, Baby Girl? Do you like what Daddy did to you?â
âYes, Daddy, I liked it,â I replied weakly, my voice sounding peculiar in my own head. I was done. I was just ready for it to be over and for him to leave. I was so exhausted.
As if reading my mind, he said, âI know youâre tired, Good Girl. Daddyâs almost done.â
I was confused when he backed up and pulled out of me. He got off the bed and gingerly flipped me over onto my stomach. He lifted my hips so that I was on my knees with my face buried into the comforter and my ass towards him. I just let him move me how he wanted and hoped that he meant what he said about this almost being over.
He plunged back into my pussy at the same break-neck stride as before. Though I was very wet and had loosened up some, the new position made his cock feel even larger. I wasnât into it anymore. I was indifferent and uncomfortable. His hands held onto my hips as he rode me.
âUhhh. You feel so good, Baby Girl. Oh, I may just never stop fucking this little girl pussy. And look at that pretty little ass. So lovely.â He smacked me on the ass. I squeaked.
âYouâve been such a good girl, Baby. Daddy loves you so much.â
His grip on my hips was starting to hurt, as was the tension in my shoulders and neck from my awkward position. âOh, pretty little girl ass,â he groaned right before pulling out. For a moment, my hopes lifted and I thought my ordeal was through.
I could hear him behind me, jerking his cock with his hand. He caressed my ass a couple times with the other hand. I then felt him move back in close, but this time I felt his wet cockhead on my still-virgin asshole. Somehow, my brain had forgotten to register my ass as a viable fucking hole for my rapist.
âNo! Please not my ass, Daddy! I can suck your cock again! Please no! â He spanked me hard, and I cried out.
âThis is MY ass, Baby Girl! And I can do what I want with it.â He leaned forward, and he pushed forward agonizingly slowly into my asshole. I held my breath to keep from crying out. I tried to relax as much as I could, but that only helped him out. It didnât lessen the burning pain. It felt like my ass was on fire. And he was going so slowly. I wasnât sure if that was better or worse than him just ramming it all in. After what felt like an eternity, his monstrous head finally popped into my bottom. I shook slightly with a silent sob, but was determined to not move or make any noise.
To my surprise, he didnât start fucking my ass with wild abandon. Instead, I could feel him jerking what of his cock was not already in my ass. My mind flashed to my face-fucking from earlier, and I felt that the end was in sight. Then he spanked my ass again. And again. And a third time. He leaned forward over me and whispered, âDid you know that every time I spank you this pretty little ass squeezes my cock?â With that, he rained blows on my ass, which was already bruised from his previous spanking. I couldnât keep silent anymore.
âPlease, stop! Please! It hurts so bad! Please stop, Daddy!â I howled.
âOOoooo, Iâm gonna cum. Gonna cum in your tight. Little. Girl. ASS!â He roared as he came. His cock spurting in my bottom disgusted me. He pumped twice in my ass, very shallowly, and then slowly pulled out. His cock hurt just as much going out as it did going it. I was openly sobbing again. My ass was in agony. He gently moved me so that I was lying on my side, then laid down in front of me.
âDaddyâs got to leave now, Good Girl. You did so well. Will you be good while Daddyâs gone?â
âYes, Daddy,â I said so softly that I wasnât sure he heard me.
âI know you will,â he said, smiling kindly. He leaned forward and kissed me on my brow. âDaddy loves you.â And with that, he was gone. No âCount backwards from one millionâ and no âDonât call the police or Iâll call back and kill youâ. He just slipped out, presumably back out whatever way he came in.
I laid there for a while after he left, just staring into nothing. I hurt all over, but I had neither the energy nor the will to move. I knew there were things I needed to be doing, but I felt like I physically was incapable of doing anything except lay on that bed. I felt dirty. I felt like there was something wrong with me for me to like what happened to me. But, I did like it. And I couldnât deny it. Not even too myself.
Eventually, the light in the room got brighter, and I realized it was morning. Refraining from looking in any mirrors, I made my way down the hall to my desk to get my scissors. After awkwardly slicing through the duct tape on my wrists, I stretched my arms in front of me and rolled my shoulders a few times. I wasnât prepared for the blood to rush back in, causing a pinprick sensation in my arms, hands, and shoulders. I gritted my teeth in pain and started flailing my arms around like a crazy person, as if I might just shake the feeling out. I went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet in the shower. While waiting for the water to warm up, I finally looked at myself in the mirror.
My lips were swollen. My bite mark on my neck was very prominent. He didnât break the skin, but you could still easily make out his teeth. I turned and gasped when I saw my ass. I knew that it hurt like hell and would be bruised, but I wasnât prepared for how big of a bruise. It covered my whole ass practically and was a dark, angry purple. I opened up my medicine cabinet and took out three max strength Aleve, swallowing them down with a handful of water from the sink. After hand-testing the water temperature, I stepped into the shower. The water stung my inflamed skin at first, then soothed all my throbbing body parts. Well, most. The shower could do nothing for my sore pussy and ass.
I knew what I should do. I should go to the police. They could sweep the house and take a rape kit. But, I already knew thatâs not what was going to happen. I had drugs in my house and in my system. And I had orgasmed twice. That alone was enough to make me want to at least wait before telling anyone. But the truth of the matter was that I had liked what had happened too much. Being taken and forced against my will comprised basically all of my sexual fantasies. Without any conscious input or thought, it seemed I had already decided to keep my mouth shut.
I stayed quiet about my rape, but people noticed changes in my behavior. I started wearing more revealing clothing, going out more. About three months later, I started getting prank phone calls. Only a few, but they were in the middle of the night from a blocked number. Whenever I would answer, no one would respond. I could hear breathing, so I knew someone was there. I just thought it was some kids playing around. The fifth time it happened, I had had enough.
âHello! I know youâre there! Look, if you donât stop, Iâm going to report this to the police. They can look up your number and address!â I said in my most menacing voice. Then, I listened to the breathing on the other end. I closed my eyes and really listened. I had heard that before, also low and in my ear. My heart sped up, and I could feel my skin warm all over.
âDaddy?â I whispered.
A chuckle, then a sigh. âBaby Girl. . . â
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(Note: Sorry about the break. I got a girlfriend, and she’s been keeping me kind of busy. Also, due to popular request [sort of], I’m bringing Casper back. Bestiality haters can go now, but I can guarantee that there won’t be any more dog-fucking in future chapters [sorry, bestiality lovers])
-MercilessHound666 has signed on-
MercilessHound666: Good evening, my pet.
Me: Good evening, Master.
MercilessHound666: And how was your day?
Stacie’s life belonged a man that she’d never truly met. His name was B. Hound, according to the return address on the birthday present that he’d sent her. To her, he was simply Master, or ‘sir’ for simplicity.
Me: It was fun, sir
She liked being his pet. He was a reasonable man, for what it was worth, and never asked her to do anything too uncomfortable. His television ban might have been as upsetting as when he’d had her dog, Casper, take her cherry. Well, not exactly, but that had taken more getting used to.
MercilessHound666: You went to the amusement park, right? What rides did you go on, pet?
But sometimes he was just sadistic. He knew that the amusement park was not what she wanted to talk about, but she had no choice but to go along with his charade. She told him in detail, at his insistence, about each and every ride, until at last he changed the subject to the thing that was most pressing in her mind.
MercilessHound666: How do like your newest gift? Is it a good fit?
Me: It’s a little big for my tastes, sir.
MercilessHound666: Don’t worry, you’ll grow into it. Did anybody notice it?
Me: Melanie asked me if I was feeling alright after the car ride, sir.
MercilessHound666: Oh, dear. Anything you’d like to tell me?
Sometimes, he was really sadistic.
Me: I came without permission, sir.
He didn’t reply. Instead, she got a pair of requests. She quickly accepted them both and sent her own to avoid incurring too much of his anger. In moments, she was looking at his face. To anyone else, he would have looked pleased- almost elated. She knew better, and shrank with fear.
“You look nice. Very cute,” he said pleasantly, still smiling at her.
“Thank you, Master,” Stacie replied. She was wearing a short blue skirt and a white tank top, and her blonde hair was tied up into pig tails. She looked like a perverted mockup of a twelve year old schoolgirl, complete with her slight figure, but one thing was for certain- it was adorable. Of course, he’d known that before he’d told her to wear it.
“How about you take off your panties? When you’re done, show me your ass. I want to make sure you actually wore it.”
“Yes, sir.” She stood up a little ways from the camera so that it could catch her partial strip. Then she got on her hands and knees with her ass towards the camera.
“I guess it really was a tight fit,” he said. Stacie closed her eyes in shame. What he was referring to was a transparent plug that was inside her asshole. Yesterday had been her birthday, and with that had come a plethora of sexual toys from him. There had also been a smaller box that she’d been told to open in the morning, which she, of course, had. She’d had the butt plug inside of her since then, and now she suspected that he could see straight inside of her with it, despite how narrow it was at the point where her sphincter closed down on it.
“Yes, sir,” she replied simply.
“Good to know. Now then, what were you saying before?”
Stacie froze, but only for a second. If she kept him waiting, he’d repeat himself, and that sort of thing never ended well for her. “I came without permission today, sir,” she said, loudly and clearly.
His tone didn’t change. “Really, now? When was this?”
“On the roller coaster, sir.”
“What made you cum?” he asked, his sweet voice taking on a distinctly more sadistic tone. His pet opened her mouth a few times, although he couldn’t see it, and since she was taking too long, he needed to prompt her. “Stacie?”
“Sorry, sir. Having the plug in was just so embarrassing, I couldn’t help from cumming, sir.”
“What a pretty lie,” he said, chuckling. “Now turn around and tell me the truth.”
There was nothing pleasant about his voice now. Stacie slowly turned around to face him. He wasn’t visibly angry. He wasn’t visibly anything. His face was devoid of emotion, which terrified her more than if he was obviously furious. She swallowed hard, trying to get the words out of her mouth. “It⌠it was the plug, sir. I⌠I came⌔
“You came from your ass?”
Stacie bit her lip. She didn’t like using the phrase, but it was the one best suited to her situation. “Yes, sir, I came from my ass,” she said, embarrassed.
“Good girl. See how much better it is to be honest? You may take it out now.”
Stacie bowed to him. “Thank you, sir,” she said promptly, and moved to obey. It was a fairly difficult task compared to getting it in- the graduation was a lot sharper at the base, but with the help of her rectal muscles, she got the two inch wide intruder out of her asshole. Without it inside of her, she felt incredibly empty.
“Now clean it,” she heard. She looked at him in shock.
“What?”
“There’s no point to you having toys if you won’t keep them in good shape. Clean it. With your mouth.”
Stacie cringed, but started licking the plug anyway. It was horrible. There wasn’t another decent word for it, considering where it had been all day. At least he couldn’t make her do anything more disgusting.
Unfortunately, he was fond of proving her wrong. “Suck it,” he said, and although she was horrified by the idea, she did so, taking the entire plug into her mouth. He smiled at her. “You look good like that,” he commented, referring to the mix of revulsion, pleading, and general whorishness on her face. This brought about a blush, as he knew it would, completing the picture.
“Now go to the bathroom. Clean yourself out again. Oh, and fetch Casper while you’re at it.”
Stacie bowed her head to him. “Yesh, shir,” she muttered around the plug. “Shir, ‘ay I-?”
“No. Go.” He knew her almost too well, anticipating and shooting down her request to rid herself of the plug before she was even able to get the question out. He watched sternly as she leaned over the computer and caused his view of the room to rotate, giving him a clear view of most of the room, and most importantly the door. His expression didn’t change when she pulled out a small box from its hiding place and pull an item out of it. It didn’t change until she had crawled out the door to fulfill his commands. He smiled.
By the time she’d gotten to the bathroom, Stacie had gotten the plug clean, so its sole remaining purpose for being in her mouth was to humiliate her, and it was working. Despite how many times she’d crawled through her home completely naked, doing the same with just her panties missing and a butt plug in her mouth felt like a whole new low. She could feel her pussy getting damp almost immediately- it was like her very first time, when she’d been made to sneak into her parents’ bedroom for a length of yarn. But this time she didn’t have to be quite so obvious, which was a relief. If she’d been told to go in there with the plug in her mouth, she might have balked. She would have taken any punishment, just to keep her parents from seeing her as what very well might appear to be an anal whore. There was one other difference as well- since this morning, her pubic hair was entirely shaved off instead of merely trimmed.
But she didn’t need to, so she closed the door behind her and looked at the item in her hands. She’d used it this morning, too. It was a memory that was going to be difficult to forget, for sure.
She stood up- shakily, since her ass was still recovering from the plug.
Last night, she’d broken one of his core rules- she’d been late to their daily chat. It had only been three minutes, but he’d promised punishment.
She set the item on the counter and turned on the faucet, making sure to get warm water and let it fill the sink.
A note inside of her gift box had instructed her on what that punishment was. The fact that he’d expected her distraction had seemed almost too cruel.
Once the sink was full, she picked the small plunger up again and filled it.
Use it on yourself two times without releasing, and then once more for every minute you kept me waiting, he’d written. She had already been in pain when she was just forcing the fourth shot into her system.
She then set the plunger on the toilet lid and carefully sat down on it, feeling the liquid as it slowly filled her rectum.
The five minutes that he’d ordered her to wait before releasing had been nothing short of hell.
Tonight, however, her enema was not intended strictly as punishment. If it had been, he would have been more specific. Because of this, she was able to just use one shot at a time until the water that came back out was clear. She did it one more time just to be sure and flushed it all down. She emptied the sink out as well before going back to her hands and knees. Now that she’d finished with that unhappy chore, she was off to complete another, far more familiar one. Casper followed her without hesitation, sniffing at her pussy all of the way back to her room.
“You may take it out now,” she heard. She had to think for a second before she realized what he was talking about. She took the plug that she’d gotten used to out of her mouth.
“Thank you, sir,” she said automatically as it popped out.
Her master nodded his approval. She allowed herself a small smile despite her fear at that moment. He didn’t plan to disappoint. “Strip now,” he ordered. “Don’t bother with a show tonight. Then get the green dildo and get it inside of you. I’d say you’re wet enough, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Stacie replied, blushing hotly. It wouldn’t have been half as embarrassing, she knew, if he hadn’t been absolutely correct. She was practically dripping already, so even the ten inch beast that was her green dildo wouldn’t have any problem getting inside. She pulled her top and skirt off quickly and scampered to where she kept her toys.
She shoved the green dildo into her pussy quickly enough to make it uncomfortable, but she didn’t want to stall. Her master always asked for a show. The fact that he specifically instructed her otherwise tonight didn’t bode well for her. She straightened up as soon as she was able to and scampered to stand in front of the camera.
He admired his prize. The small blonde girl was a wonderful example of youthful beauty, but that wasn’t what he loved about her. What excited him more than her body was the moment. This moment, where she stood nervously, waiting for her next instructions. He decided to give her a small break.
“Your pussy is full, your ass is clean, and Casper is here. Do you know what’s going to happen?” her master asked his tone seemingly curious. If Stacie didn’t know him so well, she might have actually suffered a hope of being able to escape this night with only as much shame as she’d already gone through.
“Yes, sir,” she replied, fighting not to look away.
“Do you want it?” he asked then.
Stacie almost replied yes, but remembered why she was in this position in the first place. “No, I don’t, sir.”
He smiled at her. She’d passed that test, but it didn’t change much. “Will you take it?”
“Yes, sir.” Her answer was automatic, without any hesitancy.
“Why?”
At this, she faltered. She knew the reason like she knew herself. The words were difficult, though. “B-because⌠You’re⌠I’m⌠I’m yours, Master. I’ll do whatever you want.”
He could hear the honesty in her voice, but he wasn’t going to let her off so easily. “So you’ll obey my rules?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Only cum when I tell you to?”
Stacie nodded emphatically. “Yes, sir.”
“Not LIE to me?”
Stacie’s knees almost buckled. His tone was so strong that it had physically jarred her. “Yes, sir.”
He stared hard at her for another minute before speaking again. “Since you’re going to take it anyway, you might as well ask for it,” he said.
Stacie relaxed a bit. He didn’t seem angry anymore. “That’s right, sir,” she said, actually glad to be back on this subject. “May I have Casper fuck my ass, sir?”
His smile grew. “Oh, no, my pet. You can do better than that.”
She nodded slowly and got down on her knees. “May I please have Casper fuck my ass, Master?”
The puppy dog eyes were a nice touch, he thought to himself. But⌠“Patience. You need to get ready first. Lube your ass and make sure he’s wet.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” She walked back to the box and, sure enough, Casper followed right behind her. He didn’t like it when she made him wait. While she was squirting lube into her hand, he was starting to nip at her thighs- not trying to hurt her, of course, but still making it clear that he was getting impatient.
She pushed him down and dropped down to her knees. ‘Make sure he’s wet’ could only mean one thing. The hand that had the lube on it reached behind her thoroughly slick her asshole. The other reached out for his cock. She then slowly leaned forward until she was propping herself up with her elbow, and took it into her mouth.
It wasn’t the first time she’d done this. Almost immediately after Stacie had lost her virginity, her master had suggested- as if anything that he said was merely a suggestion- that she learn how to give a blowjob. Since then, she’d swallowed quite a lot of cum, so she was led to assume that her technique was pretty good.
Tonight, however, the point was to simply get him wet, so she was fairly sloppy compared to her normal method. Besides that, the only thing that she had to worry about was keeping Casper from getting too excited. If he came or even knotted before he was inside of her, she’d surely be punished for it. Concentrating was just a little difficult, though. She could almost convince herself that sticking her lubed finger in her ass felt good.
“That should be enough,” her master said, causing her to look up briefly. Only briefly, though. She didn’t even need prompting for this next part. She got on all fours and offered her ass to her dog. He never needed prompting. He mounted her without hesitating.
For a few agonizing seconds, he thrusted aimlessly at her backside, even hitting her dildo a few times. But when he finally entered her ass, her master was able to tell immediately by the way that her face contorted in discomfort.
“How is it?” he asked, his calm voice a strange kind of counter to the jackhammer thrusts that Casper was using.
“It⌠hurts, sir,” Stacie choked out.
“Do you feel full?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How full?”
“So, so full⌠ugh⌠Master⌔
“Personally, I think that the dildo was a nice touch. I’d thought of several other methods that could have kept him from going in the wrong- sorry, the ‘right’ hole, you know. Do you know why I didn’t choose any of them?”
Stacie was barely able to even understand what he was saying at that point. In the middle of his speech, Casper had begun knotting inside of her, so all that she to get out in response was in the form of grunts and moans.
“I can tell you’ve got a lot on your mind at the moment, so I’ll excuse your rudeness in not replying and just tell you. It was so that you could get the experience of being dee-peed- that’s double-penetrated, in case you didn’t know. I’d assume you do, but then, it’s foolhardy to make assumptions.”
Her processing ability was nearly gone at that point. The pain, if she even claim to continue calling it that, had almost completely overtaken her. Her body was treating everything as pure sensation, broken only by the still-present attachment to her master.
“I do hope you appreciate it,” he continued. “I considered using a rabbit- one that stimulates your clitoris too- but you and I both know that I can only be so kind. If I only had you to do things that you enjoyed, I’d be a bad owner, now wouldn’t I? It would just be spoiling you, and it would be no different than if I let you be on your own. And I’m sure by now you can be appreciative of hav-”
“Master,” Stacie gasped. “Cum.” If she had been in more control of herself, she might have felt shame at being driven to orgasm, but for the moment, all that she wanted was release.
He hated making things easy for her. “You’re going to have to be more clear than that. Full sentences might help.”
It was the same demand that he made in any other situation. Her response came as naturally as breathing. “Master, may I please cum?”
Several more seconds passed silently but for the sound of Casper and her own guttural moans. “Are you planning to finish that question?”
“Sorry, Master,” Stacie stammered, buying time for her few active brain cells to figure out what she did wrong. “May I please⌠cum⌔ She was getting so close it was unreal. She was going to cum “from my ass?”
“That’s it. Now cum for me.”
Casper came first, pumping his semen into her rectum. Just a moment earlier, and her orgasm would have been almost unavoidable, and she would have been being disobedient. Because of his release now, however, she was glad of it, because it pushed her even further off the edge. Or orgasms overlapped until all that she could feel or think was pleasure, and when they ended, she was just a girl with a dildo in her pussy and a dog knotted in her ass. She felt wonderful.
“It’s not so bad now, is it?” her master asked, and she felt another wash of pleasure. He was pleased. But he obviously wasn’t looking for an answer, since he kept talking. “Get your plug before he can pull out. I don’t want to see a drop come out.”
“Yes⌠sir.” Casper had already turned around so that they were ass-to-ass, so in order to reach her plug, she actually had to drag him a little bit with his knot pulling at her sphincter. It was made more difficult considering that she was weak from climax and he was a big dog, but she did manage to reach it and place it below his cock before he was able to pull out. The instant that he did, she pushed the plug in, pushing his cum back inside and trapping it there.
“That’s a good girl. I’m so proud. Now you’ll keep that inside you until you wake up in the morning, understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You may take the dildo out,” he said, and she immediately complied. “When Casper’s done, take him out of your room, and then get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I love you, Master,” Stacie murmured.
He smiled. “I love you, too.”
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Dad beat her, passed her around, and then Mom was all mine.
Dad beat her, passed her around, and then Mom was all mine.
Continution of Mr. Miller series
Molly and Brian- exploring their feelings
Molly and Brian- exploring their feelings
This mom and son camping trip is quite different from others.