“Here, darling, drink this.”
A bottle of Bootlegger was pressed to my lips. I barely parted them as the bitter alcohol came into my mouth. It didn’t taste very good, which made me make a face. Daddy held my hair when I tried to pull away.
“Ah, ah, ah, don’t do that. You’re gonna drink it all, quickly, so you can get it over with, okay?”
“But Daddy it doesn’t taste good,” I whined.
“Shh. You’re gonna feel soo good after. I promise. All you gotta do is drink the three bottles I bought you and we’ll start having some real fun.” He held the bottle back up to my lips and tilted my head back. “Now drink.”
I drank the bitter liquid as fast as I could. It was almost like cough syrup. When the bottle was empty Daddy threw it in the trash and opened up the second one.
“This one is grape flavored,” he said.
He handed the bottle to me and I gingerly took the first sip. It wasn’t as bad as the first drink, though I tried not to think too much about it. I felt Daddy’s hands in between my legs. He pushed my panties to the side, shoving two fingers in immediately.
“Drink, or else I’ll make you,” he ordered.
I held the bottle to my lips and drank faster. He smiled as I obeyed him, still working his fingers in and out of my cunt.
“Such a good girl for me. My drunk little slut.” His other hand started pinching and twisting one of my nipples.
I squealed in pain, pausing my drinking so I could gasp for air. My head was beginning to spin, and my pussy was throbbing from the stimulation.
He pulled his fingers out of me to hold my head and the bottle again. I whined and tried to push him off, but he had the bottle pressed firmly against my mouth. Finally, I drank what was left.
“Now what was so fucking hard about that, huh?” He was mocking me as he opened the third and final bottle. “Hopefully you’ll do better on this one, or else we can have a punishment arranged for you.”
Daddy handed me the drink and began to take off his clothes. As I watched him, I tried to drink as much of the alcohol as possible.
“You know, I love it when you wear nothing but t shirts and panties around me,” he said as he stood before me. “So easy for me to get around.”
I stopped drinking for a moment and let myself rest back into the pillows. My head felt fuzzy, and my cheeks and fingertips were tingling. I closed my eyes as Daddy sat on the bed next to me.
“You only have half of it to finish, darling.” I felt him pull my panties to the side.
“Please,” I mumbled. “My head feels funny.”
“Yes, that’s what alcohol does.”
The bed shifted as he climbed on top of me. He spread my legs open, positioning himself at the entrance of my sopping wet pussy. Then he grabbed the bottle from my hands and poured the rest of it into my mouth. I made a sound of protest, but swallowed it all.
“Good girl,” was all he said before he slammed his hips into mine. I cried out from the force, but it also felt so good. The feeling of his hands bruising my wrists as he held them down, how my stomach hurt every time he bottomed out inside me, it was all so much better. It still hurt, but the pain was so dull it was barely noticeable.
I began moaning as more juices flowed from my pussy. Daddy groaned and moved one of his hands to choke me.
“Look at you,” he growled. “Stupid drunk slut. Is this all someone has to do? Three drinks and suddenly you’re spreading your legs, huh?” There was a moment of silence where all I could here was the wet sounds of my own pussy. He slapped me hard. “Fucking answer me. You gonna let everybody get you drunk and have a turn with you, bitch?”
“No, Daddy,” I whined. “No, I like getting drunk for you.”
“Only for you, I swear.” I moaned louder. “Please, I-I want you to hurt me more.”
“Say you’re mine,” he spat threw gritted teeth as he continued pounding into my pussy. “Say you’re fucking mine.”
“I’m yours!” I cried as my orgasm built. “I’m yours, Daddy. I’m your little pain slut, all for you to rape and abuse. Please, Daddy I need you to hurt me!”
One hand remained around my throat as the other pinched my nipples hard through my thin t shirt. I gasped as he pulled hard. Daddy continued to abuse my tits until they were numb. Then he spit in my face, slapping me around right after. I moaned and smiled after he was done hitting me.
“You’re such an easy whore,” he whispered before kissing me. I sucked on his tongue eagerly.
“Can I please cum?” I asked when he pulled away.
“Of course you can, baby girl,” he cooed, reaching down and playing with my clit.
I cried out as my orgasm rocked my body. Daddy held on tight as I convulsed, and soon after I felt his hot cum spurting inside me.
“You feel daddy making you pregnant?” He sucked on my earlobe.
My pussy clenched hard. “Y-yes.”
“Mm, daddy’s gonna breed you again, yeah?” He began to move his hips again. “Beg for it, bitch, you know how I like it.”
“Please make me pregnant, Daddy! Please, please, please, knock me up and give me a baby!”
“Ohh, yes just like that,” he moaned into my neck. “Fuck yes. I’m gonna make you pregnant. You’re gonna carry my fucking baby and like it.” He was slamming into me again. “Take my fucking cum you filthy breeding bitch!”
He slapped me multiple times as his second orgasm hit, which triggered a second orgasm for me. I held on tight to his hand until i had finally relaxed enough.
Daddy leaned down and kissed me. “You did so good, baby girl. I’m so proud of you. You wanna get cleaned up for some snuggles?”
I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck, slipping away into his warm arms.
