a week ago my Owner raped my ass. well, ārapeā in the same way that slaughtering a lamb is murder. i was the one who meekly walked to the bed and laid myself out, told her what my safeword was when she asked. it was almost sweet, if not for the toy it dropped on me. when the knotted cock slapped against my back with a thud. i tensed.
ādad, thatās not. youāre notā¦ā every time she made me take the knot, i ended up crying, feeling like my cunt was being torn open. there was no way my ass would be able to take it. i let out a relieved sigh when she started working it into my cunt. taking that toy was the easy part. i liked having that hole fucked, like having it stretched, liked the way my Owner could coach me through the intense pain and pressure until i was relaxed and the thick knot was stuffing me full. it always knew how to make me feel good.
and then: a click. i felt the cold drip of lube on my ass. donāt say i never did anything for you, she muttered, and then its fingers started probing my hole.
i immediately went rigid. ādaddy, hold onā
but she didnāt. she worked a finger into me and tears sprang to my eyes instantly. i was scrunching my face up and kicking just my feet back, too afraid to move the rest of my torso. i didnāt want it inside me. not there. i looked up and let it see that i was crying.
it thrust the finger deeper. even more intrusion. my chest tightened with fear. tell me, does it hurt?
i considered it. āno.ā
no consideration, this time: āno.ā i tried to catch my breath and orient to the feeling of her finger dragging in and out of me. āitāit. it feels wrong.ā
that moment of honesty is what i keep going back to. my cunt full of the knot, my ass stretched by just one finger. the thrusting was the worst part. i had used plugs before, but they were static, a general sense of pleasant fullness. the movement made me hyper-aware of where it was touching me. where i was letting it touch me. a week ago my Owner raped my ass. i told her that it didnāt feel good, told her to hold on, told her to ānonnononono stop moving just give me a second pleaseā when a second finger probed into me. and it didnāt listen. and i canāt stop thinking about it.
i was crying actively, disgusted with myself for holding still, trying to find any way to make what was happening bearable. the knot felt good, still filling me up and pressing on all my sensitive spots. but i couldnāt ldnt focus on that pleasure, the unpleasantness of being fingered distracting me, keeping me tense, keeping me focused on the humiliation of lying still and taking it. it still didnāt feel good.
and thatās when she brought the horse cock out. my first instinct was hope. it wouldnāt fit, right? it couldnāt. and then, with a scream from me, it did, the first inch or so sliding into me with only a bit of resistance. my body was opening up for it, whether i wanted it to or not.
tell me it feels good. i donāt care what you think.
āit feels good, Sir,ā I gritted out, clawing at the bedsheets.
good. now, keep telling me. iāll stop when i finally believe it. and then it started thrusting, both cocks sliding in and out of me. the wet pop of the knot and the flare of the horse cock and the unbearable stretch and fullness had me sobbing from deep within my chest. i felt wretched. i felt broken. i had never been this full. i never wouldāve let this happen to me. i was letting this happen to me.
āi like it, daddy. it feelsā¦ goodā¦ā i tried to lilt my words but the rawness of my voice gave me away.
it didnāt stop. come on, you can do better than that. touch yourself, make it realistic.
i tried to rub my clit in time with the thrusts. it didnāt feel good. it was raping me. it hurt. not in the physical sense, but the mental one. i was so uncomfortable, there was no way i couldā¦
and yet. pleasure, building. the knot was hitting my gspot and the flare of the horse dick would rub against my entrance and my Ownerās breath was hot in my ear and i could hear it muttering, either to itself or to me:
fuck, you take it so easily. its like you were built for this. i canāt believe i waited this long to take you. youd do anything for your dad, wouldnāt you?
āi would!ā and that was the truth. āi would daddy, iād let you do anything, iād like it just because itās you. only because itās you. just pleaseā¦pleaseā¦ā
and then i was empty, confusingly so. the horse cock was pulled out suddenly, and my hole was left fluttering and empty. distantly, i heard her gasp. godā¦ youāre already gaping. did i ruin you already?her fingers traced over my ass and i gasped. why did I feel so sensitive there?
āthe rubbing itā¦ it feels goodā i admitted, burying my head back in the bed. its fingers felt so rough and so warm against my sore hole. i rocked myself back, the pressure on the outside feeling like relief.
my Owner cooed, rubbing my ass like it was playing with my clit. first time getting DPāed and your poor little holes already got used to being filled?
i made some kind of sound. a protest, maybe. but the sound quickly morphed into a sharp gasp when she pulled the knotted dick out too. and then i was well and truly empty, a small part of me struggling to adjust to the sensation. but before i could even exhale it laid one palm on my back and shoved me down against the mattress, pinning me down andā
oh god. it slid in so easy. last time she tried to put it in there i got so tense and cried and cried and squirmed and was convinced no one could overcome the walls my body had up to protect me. but she slid in so easy. one moment i was empty and the next her cock was sliding into me and then it was hilted inside me and it was so so warm, almost searing inside me. or maybe the heat was in my stomach, because with every thrust i felt ā¦ hot. waves of pleasure rolled through me. i didnāt understand what i was feeling. just one moment ago i was fighting the urge to tense and now i wasā¦ rocking my hips back and moaning. not moaningāhaving little sounds forced out of me with every thrust.
oh, you sound even girlier now. what, i finally fuck your ass like a boy and that makes you sound like a girl? she laughed, derision creeping into her voice. fucking fakeboy. it mustāve felt me clench down because it laughed again. little fakeboy lesbian likes getting sodomized?
my cheeks burned. i couldnāt stop whimpering, legs starting to shake and tense as my dripping cunt clenched down around nothing. āi love it, daddy!ā i could barely recognize my voice. āit feelsā¦ good!ā
this time, i wasnāt lying. not like my body could lie to her anyway. i had already debased myself, lying there while she abused me. moaning and arching my back to meet it was just one step further. feeling good was just one step further. cumming was just one step further. i heard it laugh, low in my ear, feeling my hole give in and flutter around its dick. and its tongue was on the shell of my ear, tracing it, kissing it, fucking making out with it, and my body was full of electric currents racing up and down and through me andā
it didnt hit me fully, in that moment, how easily it had played my body, drawing pleasure out from violation. it was only afterwards, thinking about how i could feel the moment my body betrayed me, the moment my body started accommodating the sensation instead of running from it. started craving the rape instead of dreading it. my nipples stayed hard the rest of the night. and then the next day, when i was alone, i reached my hands between my legs and started rubbing my ass along with my clit.
still so sensitive. a bit sore, but the pain only kept me wet. i didnāt like when daddy touched me there. i shouldnt have liked when daddy touched me there. i was touching myself like when daddy touched me there. i was liking it. i wanted daddy to touch me there. the thoughts raced through my mind, and i let myself get high on them, on the embarrassment, on the defeat of being raped and liking it. not just that, but conditioning myself to it. thinking about it when i touched myself. i was helpless. it could do anything to me and i would be left breathlessly trying to pick up the pieces, trying to make sense of the pleasure forced into my nerves.
last week my Owner raped my ass, and i havenāt touched myself once without thinking of it.
