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This blog is only for my daughter @daddys-mutt
21 || Dom || Married
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Warnings:
There will be talks of disturbing kinks, don't report just block. Everything is consensual on both ends
stepdadxreader
tw: noncon-dubcon, size difference, ddlg, slapping, age play, mean!stepdad, virgin reader, noncon creampie
be mindful- this is dark content!
a/n: anon who requested i hope u like it :)
it was late. your mother still wasn’t home.
it was strange really, you knew she had went out with her friends but it was unlike her to be out this late.
sometimes you hated that you still cared about her wellbeing, when deep down you knew she didn’t care about yours..
She was emotionally unavailable, never really taught you anything about girlhood, rarely asked you how your day was.
It was worse since you were her only child, all you ever wanted was her attention. And you never had a father growing up either.
Youre not too sure where your mother met him— your stepdad—but you were happy for her, it being the first time she showed actual interest in anything.
Their relationship developed quick. They got married privately, not even having you there.
You never had a say in anything, you were 18, you could’ve moved out, but you didn’t have your life figured out like that yet.
When you brought up not wanting to move out of your childhood home into his, she lashed out on you.
You barely ever saw your stepdad around, which never made it feel like an actual family. but you were used to that.
so, you always busied yourself with schoolwork and stayed in your room.
You also started to notice how their relationship was strange. If they were home, they barely acted like a couple that had been married for a year.
It was more like they’d been forced to be roommates.
Half an hour passes and you hear the front door open and close shut.
You turn the lamp off, ready to sleep. Your mind at ease now that she’s home.
Only, you start hearing voices coming from the living room. It starts mild. But gets louder. shouting.
Your step dad’s voice? but that wasn’t it, you heard a random man’s voice as well. What was going on?
The yelling started to get really loud and you heard a thud. it startled you.
You slowly open your door and tip toe to the living room, where the shouting grew as you got closer.
“-fucking my wife? and you have the balls to walk into my house?!”
you almost gasped.
Your mother, had laid drunk out of her mind on the couch. slowly stirring as the shouts got louder.
A man you’ve never seen before, was being strangled against the wall by your stepdad.
Your stepdad was huge—tall. you knew he worked out a lot, which is how he had such thick arms and biceps. Even his legs, thighs you’d noticed—which you shouldn’t have been- -were bulky.
You especially noticed how small you were in comparison.
You knew that man had no chance against your step-dad. He was going to kill him.
The guys face started to get red, and you gasped.
“D-daddy stop! you’re going to kill him!”
he immediately turned his head to see you standing in the hallway. in your pj set, tiny shorts putting your legs on display.
His grip loosened and he let the guy go.
“you’re fucking c-crazy man!! told ya i didn’t know!”
the man coughed and spluttered, rubbing at the red mark starting to form on his neck.
“bullshit. heard you both sneaking behind my back. but this time i had enough. you go take her with you. reckless bitch.”
he looked back at you,
“_ go to your room.”
was he crazy? this is your mother he was talking about kicking out.
“my mom.. you’re kicking her out??”
“what. you want me to help them fuck each other? get out that ditzy brain, girl. this ain’t happening under my roof.”
you couldn’t say anything. even knowing he insulted you. mainly because he was right. your mother obviously wasn’t making great choices recently.
he looked at both of them, the random man now picking up your mom, who was barely conscious—wrapping one of her arms over his shoulder.
“hurry the fuck up and get out. before i really kill you.”
You just watched it happen. Couldn’t say anything about your life anymore.
“and make sure she knows she not welcome here any longer. i’ll send the divorce papers”
he slams the front door close right after they step out.
a couple beats pass.
“w-what about me…”
“you wanna go live with your cheat of a mother and that weak excuse of a guy?”
“…no”
“then you stay here. she ain’t care about you anyway”
that hurt.
the tears form on your waterline. you were so upset. you didn’t know if you were gonna see her again, if she even cared. why would she do this to you? to him?
you start crying.
he stills. before he speaks.
“you fucking serious? crying for what? goddamn, pathetic woman raised a pathetic girl”
your emotions were all over the place. you didn’t know if you were upset out of sadness now or anger.
so you lash out at him.
“fuck you! you’re so mean! maybe that’s why she cheated!!”
you didn’t even fully register him coming up to you. he grabbed your hair, harshly pulling you to him. already heated from the previous situation.
“watch your mouth, little girl. you haven’t seen how mean i can really be.”
“ow..! you’re hurting me..”
“good, you need to learn. time you learn some discipline round here. don’t think i see how you parade around the house with these shorts? nipples poking through and everything. you a slut too? like your mama?”
“don’t say that!”
you spit at him.
you didn’t recognize yourself— you’d never felt this angry, and likewise, his eyes impossibly got darker.
“now you really done it.”
He drags you by your hair to his bedroom-what used to be their bedroom— and pushed you on the bed.
You struggle. trying to get up and escape him. but he’s quick. he’s so much bigger than you, your size difference evident.
he’s on top of you, grabbing at your tear stained face.
“stay the fuck down.”
“let go of me..! w-what are you doing!”
“you spit at my face and call me names, you insolent little brat. only fair i punish you for it.”
you can barely struggle under him, not while he yanks your top off and not when he takes your bottoms off.
You hadn’t worn a bra. left bare in only underwear.
“been eyeing you since the day i married that whore. fucking naive girl, you never seen the way you get me hard, prowling around ass out, calling me daddy?”
you start sobbing in distress, not knowing what he was talking about.
sure you always thought he was attractive, and may or not have thought of his big hands on you, but you never really imagined this.
“didn’t do anything..!”
“shut the fuck up. open your legs.”
“no.. this is wrong..! my mom-“
“mommy ain’t gonna do a single thing. she ain’t gonna come back for you stupid girl, best you listen to me, and let me do what i want with you”
he forcefully spreads your thighs. your little panties stuck to your cunt.
a wet patch.
he scoffs in disbelief, then laughs at you. almost mocking you.
“told ya, just like ya mama.”
everytime he brought that up, it was like salt to a wound. and it was exactly getting the reaction he wanted out of you.
you hit at his chest, arms flailing and legs kicking. wanting to hurt him.
“stop saying-“
a hard slap lands on your inner thigh. initial shock sets in before the painful sting.
“gonna try that shit again? you only make it worse each time you act out.”
he was scary. intimidating. nothing about him was playful.
you don’t reply. don’t look at him. shocked and accepting defeat. you weren’t in a good position to keep fighting.
he mushes your cheeks together, forcing you to stare into his eyes.
“use your manners. say, ‘i’m sorry daddy’,” .
“i-im sorry.. daddy..”
“good girl.”
his eyes rake over your exposed body, and you tremble under his gaze.
“open your mouth, let me see that tongue”
you didn’t want to, but you listen.
you slowly open your mouth, tongue out.
you thought that was almost humiliating. but were proven wrong when he angles your face up to him and spits.
a glob of spit lands on the back of your tongue, and you swallow out of shock.
“you spit in my face, i spit right in that dirty mouth.”
you whimper, the dirty things he was doing to you were too much to handle, but the growing patch in your underwear said otherwise.
and he barely started.
“d-daddy.. never done this before.. m’ scared”
“aw, poor girl. never stick something up this little cunt?”
you tremble, slightly shaking your head no.
he takes your underwear off, spreading your thighs obscenely wide. pussy on full display for him.
“that’s gonn change tonight baby”
you didn’t know what he was doing. he just stared. almost inspecting you. two of his fingers just spreading your lips open, watching your little clit.
“stop..”
a hard slap. right on your pussy lips.
you scream.
“that’s one. you don’t get to decide what i do with you”
he pushed your legs up to your chest, in a mate press.
you knew he could see everything. everything.
“stupid cunt clenching round nothing. she need a big cock up there to soothe her hm? maybe this little ass too..”
his fingers had went from rubbing your lips to going lower, to your asshole. rubbing some of your slick there.
“no!! daddy please… don’t wanna..!”
another slap, on your clit this time.
you shriek again. thighs closing shut.
a hard slap against your ass, then another. and it burned.
“didn’t tell you close your legs. keep disobeying and i’ll use the belt right on this cunt.”
you were crying now. ass burning, and pussy sore.
he positioned you to hold your own legs open, threatening you again if you dare move your hands. and you comply. knowing he was serious.
he unbuckled his pants, pulling them down.
your eyes had blurred but he grabbed your hair. angling your neck down. so you could watch exactly what he was about to do.
his dick was huge. thick and flushed.
it sat right on your pussy, and you could only think of how it wouldn’t fit.
“watch what i do to this little virgin cunt, baby”
“no no no… daddy-!”
his cock entered you slowly, but not slow enough. it was hot inside you. and definitely too big.
it hurt. so much as he broke past your hymen.
“daddy!! ow! hurts so much! take it out take it out”
“shut the fuck up.”
he pulls out, groaning as he pushes back into you, still forcing you to watch.
you could see when he was all the way in. your belly bulging with the outline of him.
“see that baby? feel me here?”
he lets go of your hair, pushing on your lower belly now, right over his dick inside you.
it was so disgusting. the way he had forced you, the way he overpowered you and was just so mean.
it shouldn’t have made your pussy gush the way it should, and it certainly should not be starting to feel good.
but you felt yourself leaking around him, lubricating his cock thrusting in and out of you.
your cries turned into whimpers and moans, and he leaned down. forcing your mouth to open and forcing his tongue down your throat.
spit coated your lips as he disgustingly made out with you.
his thrusts were so rough. the sound of skin slapping against skin with your moans echoing through the room.
you whine when he started rubbing your clit with his thumb.
“ah! please please..!”
“please what baby? cmon say it nice.”
“need to…ah!”
you clench around him tight, not being able to hold it any longer. pleasure exploding in your belly.
“go ahead little girl, cream around daddy’s dick-fuck!”
you cum hard. almost choking on your saliva in the process.
his thrusts never slow down, overstimulating you after your orgasm.
You felt weak, you couldn’t hold yourself open for him anymore, hands falling to your sides while he continues to rearrange your guts.
“not done yet baby, ah shit! gonna flood this pussy with my cum”
“daddy no… m’ not on birth control..!”
you squirm, trying to have him pull out of you, but you obviously couldn’t. he was too strong. holding tight onto your hip.
“don’t give a shit honey, you’ll look so cute all full and knocked up with my kid”
his groans get louder, his thrusts getting deeper and slow and you cry when you feel warm liquid fill you up.
you wiggle away from him, almost as if you were running from his cock.
his grip loosened on you, and he let you. His cock slipping out of your used hole. cum flowed out freely, along with some old blood from your broken hymen.
You get on your hands and knees attempting to crawl away from him, overstimulated and sore. putting your puffy hole that was leaking his cum on full display for him in the process.
he was almost amused.
he grabs your ass cheeks, with both of his hands. pulling you back into him, spreading you wide so he can watch the cum flow out infront of him.
“yeah that’s it baby. running away with that little hole all destroyed hm? wanna push that out? i’ll just fill you up again and again. ain’t no one to stop me”
it was like you were cock drunk. still had some fight in you, but not enough to actually escape him— probably cuz you didn’t really want to.
“no.. m too full”
“not full enough baby, gotta keep creampieing my little girl until it takes.”
he grabs your face again to look back at him, his face stern.
“what do you say?”
“yes d-daddy..”
you were dazed out of your mind, there was no place for you to go now, not out of his grip and not out of his house.
“mhm. don’t use that silly brain anymore. gonna take care of you now, all mine to ruin.”
safe to say, you didn’t really mind never seeing your mother again.
“Good afternoon I’m Doctor Latch, what brings you in today? New patient, I see. Well, let’s jump right into it then. I will warn you, this visit might run late, I do like to be thorough to get a proper baseline with new patients, I hope you have nowhere to be in the next couple hours.” My patient was looking down at their fidgeting fingers in their lap until I said hours, then your eyes shot up as if to question me but stopped short. “There is a gown on the exam table, please disrobe completely and change into that. Leave it untied in the back.” I straighten my tie as I stand to leave, closing the door behind me.
1800 words, 7-10 minute read. mild noncon (no sex), medical, gynecological, sedatives and restraints, no gore. This is the first story I've ever posted so enjoy! pls be nice to me about it
Part two here!
I was pleased to see my patient had folded their clothes neatly into a pile on one of the waiting chairs. You jumped slightly when you heard the metallic clinking of tools on the covered tray I was rolling in with me. I roll my stool up to the table so we are sitting arms length away and begin asking my slew of questions. It always starts simple, the basics, how much do you eat, sleep, exercise, etc. then onto the more intimate questions that make you squirm and avoid eye contact. Once I feel that I have humiliated you enough with my questions I put your chart aside and don a pair of gloves and my stethoscope from around my neck. “Sit up straight for me” You jump when you feel my gloved hand on your bare back to steady you. “Take a deep breath in for me…and out. Again, deep breath in…and out. Deep breath in…hold…and out” it seems like this goes on forever making you a little lightheaded. “Are you feeling okay? You're looking a little flushed.” I move my stethoscope to the front and slip my hand with the bell down the front of your gown, catching you off guard. I listen with concern for a moment, taking one of your wrists in my other hand to feel your pulse. “Your heart rate is higher than I’d like. I am going to run an EKG just to be safe” I say as I am setting up wires all around you. A hand on your shoulder encourages you to lean back against the table. Before you realise your gown has been folded down to expose your chest. When you reach to cover yourself my hands find your wrist firmly. “Hands by your sides” I chide and you obey. It's not long before the electrodes and wires have been placed. With a couple clicks on the monitor you hear your pounding heartbeat echoing in the room. I study the glowing screen for a couple moments before deciding out loud “I’m going to keep you on the monitor the rest of your exam just for a better picture of your health”
You’re startled by the rip of the velcro as the blood pressure cuff is strapped on your arm, the pulse oximeter too. Trapped by a mess of wires, without pulling your gown back up you are instructed to sit up once more. I look in your eyes and ears, I take a throat culture which makes you gag and your eyes water. You are laid down again for an abdominal exam which leads to your gown being pushed down further, feeling like it barely covered anything at all. You’ve already been at my clinic for over an hour, I don’t think you realized how full your bladder was until my gloved hands were palpating your abdomen. “Is this tender?” I ask the obvious while pressing on the exact spot that made you flinch. Such a shy patient, you barely manage a nod. I let out an inquisitive hmm as my palpating hands move lower, right above your pubic bone. I hear your sigh of relief when I turn away from you, pulling off my gloves, washing my hands. I see you've attempted to cover yourself with the flimsy gown when I turn back to you, pushing the tray I brought in with me earlier, this time uncovered. I see your face drop when you see the array of shiny metal tools, one of the notable few you could identify: the speculum. The stirrups fold out from the table before you know it.
“By your own admission, it’s been far too long since your last visit to the gynecologist. Due to the length of time that has passed, and because it will be my first time exploring your body this might feel more invasive than you're used to but I assure you this is all necessary.” You become aware of the heart monitor again as you hear it announcing your anxiety over a loud speaker. “These are just safety straps, I can’t have you moving around with such delicate instrumentation inside you. I hope you're comfortable.” I know no one is comfortable on my exam table in this position yet I say it anyway. Once I feel my patient is properly secured with the thigh and ankle straps and the one across your hips I take my seat between your legs knowing if you become difficult there are quite a few more straps at the ready under the table. I can imagine you must feel so exposed with the heat of the exam light burning where the light usually doesn’t shine. As I begin palpating your hands go up to cover your face in shame. “Arms by your side, please. The monitors you’re on are sensitive pieces of equipment, I don’t need your inability to hold still to affect the readings.” I am stern and unyielding, like the straps already adorning your lower body. “If you find yourself unable to keep still I can assist you in that.” My patient shakes their head no and lets out a weak apology. “A little bit of pressure now” You jump again as I am inserting the speculum. I sigh standing up and snapping off my gloves “I can’t work like this. I was hoping you wouldn’t be such a disruptive patient. These should make it a lot easier for you to hold still” Thankfully my patient doesn’t fight as the straps are secured to their wrists and across their chest. They do pull a little, testing the strength of their bonds. I hear another jump in heart rate as they realize how trapped they really are, their gown completely removed, fully exposed and unable to escape my scrutiny. I’m sure the thought went through your head of how easily I could decide not to release them at the end of the exam, how vulnerable you are.
I hum a little to myself, enjoying the ability to work on you without interruption. “I’m seeing an unusual amount of vaginal secretions” I announce aloud just to watch you blush. The speculum somehow opens even wider, you let out a stifled groan. “Since it’s been so long since your last pap smear, I think it's indicated to look a little deeper than a standard exam. Take a deep breath, you might feel some cramping as I dilate your cervix” some cramping might have been an understatement but I try to avoid overly worrying my patients, I find that knowing the pain that awaits them leads to higher rates of non-compliance. I’m sure my patient is thankful for the restraints keeping them in place as their body fights to get away from me. “You’re okay. You’re doing so well. I’m almost done with this one then only two more dilators to get through.” my free hand rests on your thigh in an effort of comfort. On the third dilator I have to ask, “Would you like the nurse to bring you a sedative? You might find it easier to relax with the aid of medication.” My patient denies it. I believe you’d be more comfortable with the sedative but I’ll let you make your own decision for now. Your cervix spasms beautifully as the final dilator is removed. “I just need to gather a few uterine samples now, hang in there, we are almost done” You can’t see what I’m doing but hear the clink of metal tools and feel a deep, gut churning scraping inside. There’s a visible look of relief on your face as I release my grip on your cervix and remove the tentaculum but the speculum stays lodged in you.
“All I have left to do down here is get a urine sample…What was that? No, you won’t be needing to urinate in a cup. It’s much easier for me to get a clean sample through a catheter insertion. You’re brave, I know you can handle it” While I am changing my gloves and setting up a sterile tray I hold up the catheter tubing to show you and explain how far inside you this will be going. With generous lube and expert hands I have you catheterized and voiding into a sample cup in no time. What gave you pause was when I connected the catheter to a collection bag and taped it securely to your leg. For the first time you’ve said more than two words in over an hour, “Umm…Aren’t you going to take that…thing out of me?” I’m quiet for a moment as I’m careful to choose my words, “I have decided to admit you overnight for observation and further testing in the morning. I have some concerns about your heart rate, among other concerns I saw in your exam. It can be quite taxing to get a patient on so many monitors to and from the restroom so this is the practical option” This is the part where you start to get agitated, I was worried about this possibility. I tried explaining why it’s important for you to be in my care but you are far too worked up to process that information. When the tears start and I am concerned about you hurting yourself thrashing against the restraints I call in a nurse with the sedative you denied earlier. It’s a quick and relatively painless injection in your thigh, you should be feeling its effect soon. I sit by your head and speak softly, wiping your tears away with soft gloved fingers. I feel your pulse at your neck as you start to settle down, your eyes are starting to glaze over. My nurse and I work together to remove the straps and transfer you to a gurney. We get you comfortable in an inpatient room. After your outburst I decide it would be safest for you and my staff, to keep your wrists restrained to the bed. I have my nurse insert an IV so that we can keep your fluids up. I was kind enough to pull a sheet over you before turning out the lights and closing the door. You are left to sleep off the sedative with nothing but the calm beeping of your heart rate and the regular whirl of the blood pressure cuff to lull you into much needed restful sleep. You looked so tired when you arrived at your appointment. I’m sure you will come to understand this is all for your own good.
Something about a doctor taking advantage of me is so yummy! It really shouldn't be but the idea of going to the doctor and getting fucked is insane. Especially as someone who actually doesn't really like doctors. I wanna walk all shy and nervous into the room. I'm just crazy to get it over with, he tells me to strip but doesn't leave the room. I'm your doctor sweetheart, it's okay but his eyes glance at me like I'm prey.
I always have a hard time getting on the examination table. Having him press his body against me and manhandle me onto it. Me squeaking at how strong he is also because he was just between my legs. His bulge against my bare cunt and the moment he pulls away in squeezing my thighs closed. Him doing regular check up stuff until he starts groping my tits. Telling me I'm being so good as I try not to squirm. Telling myself that this is all normal doctor things.
Lay back for me, spread your legs, and place them right here. He guides me and I try to cover up as I listen. This isn't that kind of appointment why could he be doing this? But I don't dare to question him since he is a doctor, he knows best. We both tug on my gown and he smiles at me, sweetheart... I need you to let go so I can do my job. He says in a sweet tone but his grip is tight as he yanks the gown away. You look all healthy! But I need a more...hands on approach to make sure. This might feel weird, he says as he starts to play with my clit.
Sir! I try to close my legs but he's strapping them down quickly then going back to what he was doing. I know sweetie but it will be over soon, all girls need to go through this exam. I'm panting and trying to behave. Acting like it's not feeling so good as he mutters some fancy medical terminology to say I'm wet. Him forcing an orgasm out of me as I cover my mouth and tear up embarrassed. Everything seems good outside but I need an internal look and then we are all good! I feel his fingers push into me and whimper. He fingers me for a couple seconds before playing concerned.
Looks like I'll need a deeper feel, he sighs and pulls his fingers out. Quickly undoing his belt and pushing them down enough to free his cock. There will be some discomfort but just for a second, okay sweetheart? Wait...sir I don't think I need this part, I try to reason but he's already pushing in. I gasp and grab the table tightly. I hear him moan softly, just right... As he starts slowly thrusting into me. I can feel how healthy you are! You are such a good girl taking care of your body, he praises. Since this is your first check up like this you'll need a special medicine. Special medicine? I whimper as another orgasm is forced out of me.
There could be some side effects of this medicine, okay? He moans softly and tightens his grip on my hips. Morning sickness, cravings, and more... His thrusts become a little more desperate. Before I can get another word out he's fucking his cum into me. I whimper and lay tired on the exam table as he pulls out. He fixed my gown and makes me sit up to look at him. You did such a good job! One of the best girls for her first appointment here. I expect to see you again in a couple months. He's fixing his pants and walking towards the door. The nurse will be in shortly to help you finish up.
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I kiss and nibble the inside of your thigh, skin soft and fragile enough to nearly split open when I give you hickeys. I lick the sinful marks I just tainted you with, internalizing the image in my head forever. I consider taking a blade and slicing you. I consider chopping off your leg entirely. A better idea crosses my mind.
I'm hungry for you, I'm obsessed with the taste of your blood, I love watching your skin bruise.
So I bite. I bite into your tender flesh, sharp teeth going layers and layers deeper. Epidermis, dermis, subcutaneous tissue, I tear you apart much like a rabid animal. Your sweet, sweet blood drips down my chin, stains my white coat, makes my head swirl with a deep and primal need. A need to consume. A need to reproduce. A need to have you all for myself, never letting you see the light of day again.
You taste even better than rabbit meat.
Kneel
I kneel.
Back straight, palms on thighs, head slightly tilted - mouth parted, eyes wide. I’ve held this pose for twenty-two minutes. That’s good. They told me anything under ten was ungraceful. Ungrateful, even. Anything over twenty means I’ve internalised the command.
It means I'm good. A good girl. A good girl who gets a treat.
I hear the floor creak behind me. I don’t turn. Not yet.
Turning without instruction is considered initiative. I'm not supposed to have that. That was what started the trouble before. I'm better off holding still, and waiting for whatever comes to me. Accepting it, like I'm supposed to.
Now I wait.
Always waiting.
Always ready.
“Sit,” he says.
I was already sitting, but I adjust anyway. A little lower. A little softer. He likes to see movement - proof that I heard him, that I obeyed. That I don't mind that the nature of being commanded matters more than the content of the commands.
He passes without touching me. I don’t know if he’s pleased or disappointed. It doesn’t matter. I am not supposed to ask. I suppose soon enough I won't even care.
Reconditioning was my choice, in the end.
After the incident with my family, my old friends - after the shame, the photos, the frozen, blinking stares - I asked to be taken back in. To be made to forget my resistance. To not feel the pain of humiliation any longer. To become free.
I confessed that the thoughts were still there, like weeds growing where they shouldn’t. I said I wanted to be pure.
They smiled. They told me I was brave.
They said the final stage was peaceful - no more shame, no more conflict, just alignment.
They were right.
Now I have commands, not thoughts.
Stand. Pour. Smile. Beg. Bend. Lap. Kneel.
I follow each one like it’s the only thing I’ve ever known.
When resentment stirs, I don’t fight it - I press it down gently, like smoothing a wrinkle from my skirt. I’ve learned how. It took practice. But now, when my chest clenches or my breath quickens, I whisper inside myself:
Not now. Not ever. That life is over.
And the feeling passes.
Sometimes, at night, I dream of laughter.
It’s always muffled - behind glass or under water - but I know it’s theirs. My old life. The people that turned from me, when they saw me on the leash of a real man. Laughing at me now, even as I'm locked away in my new home.
But when I wake up, I smile.
Because I know that part of me is gone.
Because I know I did the right thing.
Because I am still. Because I am free. Because I am pure.
He says, “Present.”
And I do.
Without hesitation.
Because it’s easier to kneel than to remember how it felt to stand before them.
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break a cuntboy till he admits he’s just a stupid little girl, orgasm after orgasm after- “oh are you crying? cum some more.”
ruin him her until all she can do is refer to herself using her cunt, “please my pussy can’t take any more, my dumb clit is gonna cum again, please stop” but don’t actually stop until she’s a drooling, moaning mess.
god i’m so fucking horny
id rather be unhealthy with you than be healthy with someone else
my love for you is soul crushing. it is immeasurable pressure, space-time warping and crumpling until physics cease to exist. i will always be yours, “without you” does not just not exist, it was never even a concept. our union is a cosmic event, it transcends nothingness and everything.
I can't stop thinking of you. Your perfect eyes, your hair, your gorgeous face, all of it haunts me, takes over my mind when I'm without you. Don't leave me here with just the memory of you. Stay with me and let me keep thinking of you, all day, every day, and forever.
Use my cum as your lip balm honey.
Waking up from your drug induced sedation, you panicked. You struggled to free yourself, thrashing and kicking, though the straps didn't yield. Were you not blindfolded, I'm sure the sight of your beautiful, dilated pupils would've been stunning. Poor, terrified little you. Fear not, your temperament will ease soon. I will make sure of that.
Slowly, I approached you, observing how your fear of some unknown footsteps seemingly paralyzed you. Or, perhaps you ran out of energy, coming to the shattering conclusion that you were utterly helpless. I could see you trembling, cold hospital air covering your skin with goosebumps. I thought about speaking, but decided that this would be a far more enjoyable experience if you were completely kept in the dark.
You jumped at my first touch, yelping when I brushed my fingers along your chest. I liked how you didn't even ask what's happening. Were you secretly enjoying the thril, or did you simply accept your fate? My mouth latched onto your neck, kisses and bites covering it with bruises. I slid my hand down, only to find out that you did, in fact, get off on this. You gasped and bucked your hips up, seemingly chasing the pleasure. Oh, my favorite patient is a masochist, aren't you?
Two of my fingers entered you with relative ease, though your muscles were quite tensed. My movements were slow, teasing, almost cruel. You started writhing once more, this time not trying to free yourself. Now, you were purely seeking an orgasm. So needy.
I positioned myself between your legs. I thought about pushing it inside, immediately setting a brutal pace. Yet I didn't, and brushed the tip of my cock up and down against you instead. I sighed at how wet you were. You really were enjoying this, you little freak. I forced my way inside of you, before wrapping my hands around your throat and squeezing, cutting off your air and blood supply almost entirely. I didn't waste any time, and started moving at an increasing speed. Your mouth fell open, letting out small choked sounds. Right as you were about to pass out, I released your throat.
Your orgasm came suddenly, loud moans filling the room, your voice raspy from being choked out. I didn't slow down, even though your legs shook and you clenched around me in bursts. At this point, you were so violently overstimulated, that the sounds leaving you couldn't even have been described as moans or whimpers.
As I approached my own peak, I didn't pull out. I grabbed your hips with bruising force, and came deep inside of you. You squeezed me so well, I just couldn't help myself. Coming down from my high, I kissed you gently, yet passionately. You kissed back, even trying to slide your tongue inside my mouth. You clearly were not done just yet.
Neither was I.
You came to my clinic for the first time right around two months ago. You had this beautiful disoriented stare, and it was clear you were not mentally well. You told me all about your story - how a couple days ago you tried to kill yourself and had to spend the next day in the hospital. There, you were told to visit a neurologist as soon as possible, and got recommended my name.
You were fortunate that someone called off their visit last minute, meaning I had time to take you in very quickly. You were sent here to be evaluated thoroughly for any signs of brain or nerve damage, as well as to be further observed over the next few months.
You experienced tremors, dull headaches and severe brain fog. I tested your tendon reflexes, your balance and proprioception. None of the exams came out worrying and the slight disturbances could've been caused by the remnants of the medication you overdosed on. However, I couldn't have been immediately sure, so I requested for you to come back in two weeks. I did not leave my desk to usher you out. If I did that, you would immediately realize that I'm painfully into your hazy self.
You did come back. Your tendon reflexes were textbook just as before, and your sense of balance and proprioception has improved. Not significantly, but enough to be notable. Over the course of the next month and a half you have mostly stabilized, except for two symptoms. Brain fog and dissociation.
I saw an opportunity.
That visit, you were my last patient for the day. Since my clinic is private, I didn't have to worry about hurrying up to leave. And so, I told you all about this new medication that I plan to put you on. Under one condition - you only take these injections at our visits. You questioned what it's for, to which I explained that it will help with your brain fog over the course of the treatment, although it might make you very sleepy and sluggish for around an hour after administration.
You agreed, desperate to be back to your old self, needing to be able to think with a clearer head again. I sat you down on the examination couch, instructed you to take deep breaths and injected the medication. However, my explanation was absolutely incorrect, as the syringe was instead filled with a tranquilizer that quickly put you in a half asleep state. You were partially awake, yet not enough to register or remember anything once you eventually wake up.
You laid there, staring into nothingness, occasionally glancing at me with these big, helpless eyes. It was very inviting. You didn't even flinch when I slid the tip of my cock in between your soft lips. Your gaze simply locked onto me, confused and not all there. You looked so stupid, almost like you did actually experience brain damage. I'm not sure a single thought crossed your mind at that moment. Your weak, relaxed muscles didn't fight the further intrusion at all, jaw opening up to invite me inside your mouth. I held back and didn't fuck your throat, as that could be risky and might've impaired your ability to breathe. Instead, I gently stroked the base of my cock, while your tongue swirled around whatever it could reach. I'm aware you were not doing it intentionally, but it sure felt like it.
I pulled out and sat beside you. You were already so wet for me, a sign that underneath your drugged haze your body still loved what was happening. I gently stroked you, observing the subtle twitches of your muscles and open mouthed gasps. It was a mesmerizing sight, really. I positioned two fingers at your slick hole, circling around it a bit before pushing both of them inside. It was not difficult, you must be such a filthy whore to enjoy being assaulted this much. Not even your body fought back, as it welcomed the thickness of my digits with ease.
I moved them in and out at increasing speed, curling them inward as well. Your gasps turned into loud and breathy moans, unable to control your own volume, and your hips began lethargically chasing the stimulation. Just after I added the third finger, I could tell you had orgasmed from the way your legs shook and how you clenched around my fingers in a pulsing rhythm. You were ready for the main course.
I stood up, positioning myself between your now entirely limp legs. I roughly took your face, making you look directly into my eyes, so you can feel my intense stare as I told you how dumb and fucked out you look. I didn't give you so much as a minute to wind down from your high, sluts like you don't need breaks after all. I grabbed your hips and lifted them to my hip level, grip strong so they don't fall back down, and began pushing my cock inside. Your broken whimpers told me the stretch likely stung a bit despite the preparation, but it's not like I cared.
When I was fully inside as far as I could go, I started moving in and out without wasting a second. The clinic room was filled with filthy sounds of skin against skin, and, of course, your beautiful gasps that were increasing in intensity even more. I couldn't help but degrade you further in between my own moans. You just squeezed me so wonderfully. Once again, I felt your muscles spasm, this time around my cock. Your legs trembled, hanging limp from your body, hips still held up in the air. But I didn't slow down.
I reached my own peak soon after, yet I didn't pull out. I wanted my come to drip out of you and trickle down your thighs. I wanted to breed you full, make you mine, mark you as claimed. I didn't care that this would be harder evidence to get rid of, as I released deep inside of you, thrusting the last few times to fuck my come into you properly. My head tilted back in pure ecstasy as I rode out my high.
After gathering back my sanity, I cleaned around us, though left you still filled up, and dressed both of us. You had entirely passed out by that point, and so I sat back down behind my desk and let you rest.
Some time later, you stirred awake, eyes sluggishly fluttering open. Dazed, you were not sure where you were exactly, though recalling the last thing you remembered you concluded you are still at the doctors. You lifted yourself up into a sitting position with all the strength you could muster, but something felt... Off. There was this very strange sort of wet stickiness down in your underwear. Maybe still brainless from the tranquilizer, you explained it away to yourself that you must've simply had a wet dream.
Oh, and what a dream that was.
I am the only worthy person you speak to. No one else matters.
Dad and daughter go camping. Forgot to bring stuff for rain. It rain into their tent so they had to share a sleeping bag to keep warm.
The press of her heat against his body was too much. He can't help but to look at her and imagine what sorts of noises she would make being choked and slapped.
She just wants dad to grab her and force his cock in her.
They both fight their feelings til they trying to huddle and he brushed against her clit and she let out of moan. They locked eyes. And it didn't matter after that. Rain pouring into the tent. And they are fucking in this sleeping bag. He is choking his little girl. Calling her a filthy little slut. As she begs him to make her, his free use fuck toy. Don't give her breaks. Keep her used all the time.
I wanna slice your stomach open and bury my hands and cock in your warm insides as you bleed out. Wrapping your intestines around my cock, forcibly closing your limp hands around them in a fucked up kind of hand job as blood smears all over the both of us.
[CHRONO MINORS DNI. FUCK OFF. SHOT ON SITE.]
A gloved thumb itching further, further, deeper into your mouth. Pressing on the tongue. Making you gag.
I am getting you primed and ready for the loaded gun that will sit inside your mouth, your throat.
Heavy, until it goes off. Coated thick with the blood that will spill out of you.