Warning: contains consensual non-consent and dubious consent. Also goes much further than a healthy Dom/sub relationship should. It is fiction, meant to be taken as fiction, and not something that can or should be acted out in real life.

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This story is Part 2 in a series. Part 1 can be found here.

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I raise my hand to knock. My knuckles are white from squeezing my fist so tight. Daddy's voice echoes through my mind, "Be brave, be brave, be brave." I am shaking like a leaf and I'm not sure my knees can hold me up.

I knock. Three times.

I wait.

I knock again.

I check the time. 8pm exactly.

Some of my fear is replaced by uncertainty. Am I in the wrong place?

I knock once more before I decide to try the handle. It's not locked.

The flimsy motel-room door give no resistance as I push it open. I am tiny, but I'm pretty sure I could kick this door in if I tried. Probably the type of place that rents rooms by the hour, no real need to be secure.

As the door opens into the room I look around, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. Worn, stained carpet, and an equally worn, stained armchair. A tightly made bed with an ugly old floral comforter. A bedside table with a bible and a clock flashing a red "00:00" on its screen. A door across the room leads to a yellowing plastic bathtub surrounded by cream and brown tiles. This place is a dump.

I step inside.

I fumble for the light switch on the wall beside me and the blinking and buzzing of the overhead florescent light comes to life.

A wave of shame suddenly overcomes me. Partly because this place, this dump, should be where I lose my virginity tonight. Partly because I don't see Daddy, I don't see anyone, and I am ashamed by my own disappointment.

Why would he not come? I've been fantasizing about this moment for six months. I've done everything he asked of me. I've been degraded and humiliated and punished and deprived. Am I really being stood up?

I decide it must be a test. Daddy has been telling me I must learn patience. Yes. It must be. I resolve to wait.

I take another tentative step into the room.

I sense movement behind me and start to turn. Then everything happens so quickly.

A hand clamps over my mouth, rough and strong and huge, it covers half of my face. I don't have time to react. The hand is pulling me backwards and my body collides with something hard. A huge body. My hands shoot up involuntarily. I am clawing at the impossibly huge and strong hand that is clamped over my mouth and nose but it is futile. I can't breath.

"Shhhhh," hot breath on my ear.

Is that Daddy? I can't tell. If he spoke I would know, but he doesn't.

The hand on my face is joined by a hand on my throat and I am sure I'm going to die. Some stranger must have seen me outside of this seedy motel and taken the opportunity. The hand on my throat is squeezing and the pressure in my head is building and I still can't breath. I'm going to die.

The man uses his grip in my face and throat to pull my tiny body against him. He lifts. My feet leave the floor and I am kicking my legs helplessly in the air, fighting for my life. My heels are making contact with his legs but it does nothing.

I can feel a hard mass pressing into my ass. His hard cock. I am trying to scream for my life but the hand is blocking all air and the pressure is making my head feel like it will explode.

The man takes two strides into the room. My fighting is doing nothing. I hear the door slam and shudder. He must have kicked it shut. This is bad.

"Shhhhh," the hot breath is in my ear again. I want to believe it's Daddy, but I can't. Why won't he say something?

My vision is blurring and my head is pounding and I am sure that this is it. This is the end.

I'm only vaguely aware of falling onto the bed, but suddenly the hands are gone and I am gasping for air. Euphoria washes over me as I heave in breaths. I barely even register as my jacket is pulled away from my body.

Euphoria is quickly replaced by panic again as a hand tightly grasps a handful of my hair. I feel the cheap mattress shifting around me as I realise he is straddling my body. His weight settles down around my middle. I realise my arms are pinned my side by his huge form.

I am screaming again so the hand in my hair starts forcing my face down into the musty old comforter, muffling the noise. Then my head is lifted and some kind of cloth is crammed into my mouth. I try to bite the fingers but it happens too quickly and then my mouth to too full to even close. I am still trying to scream but its muted now, barely any sound is making it through the thick wads of cloth.

"Shhhhh," he is cooing. Is it Daddy? I wish he would speak.

I hear him fumbling and feel his body weight shift. Darkness descends over my eyes. He is blindfolding me with something cold and hard. Maybe leather. It covers my eyes and seems to have some kind of strap running underneath my nose. What the fuck is this?

The hand drops my hair to focus on the strap on the back of the blindfold, some kind of buckle. It pulls tight.

If this is Daddy, this was not the plan.

If this is not Daddy… I am absolutely fucked. All my fighting has gotten me nowhere and I am exhausted. I am going to get brutalised by this man and there is nothing I can do to stop him. Awfully, shamefully, I realise that my pussy is throbbing. I am disgusted by myself.

The man is moving again and suddenly my right arm is free, but he is gripping it tight. I feel the familiar feeling of a leather cuff being tightened. He twists my arm around and his knee pins it down to my back. Pain explodes through my right shoulder and I groan helplessly. My left arm is getting cuffed now and I'm giving up any hope of escape.

I came here to get fucked and degraded and owned. Whether it's Daddy or a stranger, maybe I am getting what I deserve.

I hear the links of a chain clinking and feel a tugging on my collar as the chain is threaded through it. My left hand gets clipping in. The chain pulls. My right hand is released and for a moment all I can think of is the relief in my shoulder, but then my right hand is clipped in too. Suddenly, the weight of the man lifts off of me.

He is probably admiring his work.

I test the bounds of my bondage. The chain is too short. I can't move my arms without pulling on my collar. My arms have to stay twist behind me just so I can breath. It hurts and it's already tiring.

Two strong hands grip both my ankles at once and I suddenly remember to fight. I kick out and flail but he is so much stronger than I am. I feel so small and frail and helpless.

He's managed to get both my legs between his, I can feel the fabric of his pants against my bare skin. I'm caught between focussing on fighting for my last chance and focussing on keeping my hands up enough so I can breath. I feel the leather cuffs being worked around my ankles and tightened, one at a time. He is winning. I feel so powerless. Again, a wave of shame washes over me as I realise some of my desperate moaning was not all fight. My pussy is slick.

A strange noise, metallic but not chains, a click. What was that?

One of my feet is being pulled apart from the other, my legs spreading wide as I'm face down on the bed. Another click. He lets go of me. I test the new restraint. My legs are so wide apart that I can feel the stretch and I can't move them in or out. They are stuck.

A spreader bar.

He's strapped me to a fucking spreader bar.

If this is Daddy, this is NOT what we'd agreed to.

I knew it would be hard. I knew it would hurt. I knew I would suffer. But to be fucked like this for my first time? Bound and gagged and blindfolded, with my legs stretched painfully wide? It was too much.

Tears welled up in my eyes for the first time as the fight-or-flight response wears off. I am totally helpless and I have no way out now. What have I done?

He must be grabbing the bar now because my knees are bending and my ankles are being pressed towards my back. More chains clinking. I hear the man step away again but my body doesn't move. He must have chained the spreader bar to my wrists. I'm spread and hog tied.

A hand is on my throat again and I am being lifted and turned. My knees make contact with carpet and I am rocked back on an awkward angle until my shins are also on the ground and I feel the bed against the back of my head. Trying to keep my hand position from pulling my collar and choking me forces my chest to stay thrust outwards. Nearly every muscle in my body is already shaking with the effort of being in this position.

A hand, one of those huge strong hands that nearly choked me to death, starts gently toying with my right nipple. It stands to attention under his touch and I hear a scoff. He must think I am so pathetic.

The hand keeps groping, then the other joins it, and both my nipples are being massaged and rolled and pulled and I moan into the cloth that is still stuffed in my mouth. The moan quickly becomes a scream as teeth sharply bite down on one nipple and the pain and shock course through me. But then he is massaging and toying again and I am moaning again.

One of his hands is wandering now and rests lightly over my lace-covered pussy. He waits there with gentle pressure until I groan again and try to press myself into his hand, begging for a little more contact. He scoffs again and I know I should feel more ashamed but I can't help myself. The fear and pain and helplessness of this ordeal has me on the edge of orgasm and I am a dirty, depraved little animal for it.

He increases the pressure against my pussy and I am grinding into it. The lace of my panties is making friction on my clit which feels incredible and a deep, guttural moan is coming from my throat despite the muffling of the cloth gag. I am so close to the edge and I know I'm not allowed to cum without Daddy's permission but I am desperate and out of my mind with fear and lust.

The hand disappears. I am shuddering and yelping and grinding against the air but I have been denied my orgasm.

"What a naughty, insolent little slut pet you are." The whisper comes right beside my ear.

Daddy.

Relief floods through me at the sound of his voice. Relief is quickly replaced by dread. I shouldn't have gotten so close to orgasm. Not without Daddy's permission. Daddy's punishments are cruel and I will surely be punished for that display.

"You are not to say a word," he says, as he slowly pulls the balled up wad of fabric from my mouth. I nod.

His hand lifts my chin and I feel his thumb brushing against my lip.

"Open," he gently pulls my chin down and I open my mouth for him. His thumb enters my mouth and I want to be good so I lick it and suck it excitedly.

SLAP. His open hand across my cheek shocks me and brings a fresh wave of tears to my eyes. Daddy doesn't want that and I learn quickly. I open my mouth again, wider.

This time a finger goes into my mouth, then two. I keep it wider and don't move. His two fingers are rubbing my tongue and working back further and further, and then a third. My mouth is stretched wide, his fingers are thick and rough and they are pushing further back. I gag.

SLAP. He slapped my face with the hand that had been fingering my mouth, and I feel the wet smear of saliva across my face. Daddy doesn't want gagging, I tell myself, unsure of how I can stop it.

Daddy's three fingers are back inside my mouth and pushing further back and I swallow to keep from gagging. Tears are streaming from my eyes now and I am struggling with the effort but I suppress the gags. A fourth finger is pushing in now and my cheeks are stretching to fit it, I can't open any wider, his hands are too big, but he doesn't seem to care. I'm trying so hard to be good and not gag but his hand is just too big and I can't stop myself. I gag.

His had doesn't move from the back of my mouth but I still recoil in anticipation of a slap. Instead, his other had grips my hair tightly and he is forcing his hand in deeper and deeper as I struggle and gag and retch and cry.

He drops my hair and removes his hand, smearing the saliva over my face and chest.

"A good little pet doesn't fight me. I think you need more restraints," he growls coldly. More restraints? How could I possibly be more restrained than I currently am?

I hear more clinking of metal and Daddy says, "Open," so I do. Cold metal inside my cheeks, between my teeth, my mouth locked open in a perfect wide O. Daddy tightens the straps around my head.

"I am going to use your throat now." A statement. Matter of fact. He's not asking or demanding. I have no power to deny him. I whimper pitifully.

The sounds of a belt, then a zipper. This is really happening. I've never even seen or touched a man's cock, and now Daddy will be shoving his down my throat. My pussy is still aching from the teasing. I wish he would touch me like that again.

I sense that he is moving closer. I smell him, a faint cologne and slightly musky, sweaty smell. It drives me crazy.

Something brushes my lips and it takes me a moment to realise it is him, his cock, ready to enter my mouth. I use my tongue to reach out and touch it, licking the tip like I would lick a lollipop. It's all I can do with my mouth locked open like this.

His hand is stroking my hair, loving and tender, and I feel like a good little girl for him, pleasing my Daddy. His hand tightens its grip, immobilising the last bit of movement I had.

In one swift movement, Daddy rams his cock into my open mouth and down my throat. Searing, burning pain explodes in my throat as I gag and retch and choke but there is no escape.

He holds himself there and I can feel his balls on my chin. I can't breathe. I can't think. I'm going to vomit and choke to death on it with this massive cock still filling my throat. I'm trying to breathe through my nose but my throat is blocked and I can't get any air. Daddy must be enjoying the feeling of my throat spasming around his cock because he keeps it there longer and longer and I'm sure I might pass out soon. His cock is huge. It fills every part of my mouth.

He pulls back about half an inch and I am gasping for air through my nose, snorting and grunting. He starts fucking my throat like this, hand gripping my hair tightly, cock pulling out just a fraction before he thrusts it back in sharply.

"Good little pet," he is groaning, "If you act like an animal, I'll fuck you like one."

He keeps this up for an impossible amount of time. I am only breathing just enough to stay conscious, but my head is swimming. I realise that despite this abuse, I'm grinding my hips in rhythm with his, fucking the air and begging for his cock to stretch my aching pussy too. I am a filthy whore.

Daddy has both his hands on my head now. His thrusts are getting longer and faster, withdrawing most of his shaft before mercilessly ramming it back in. I'm not gagging anymore, and I realise that my throat is just making a strange hollow "gack" noise with each of his thrusts. His thrusts are getting harder and wilder and he is jackhammering my face now, maybe even harder than anything I've even seen in the depraved porn I watch.

"Is this what you wanted, you stupid little slut? You like being used? Filthy worthless whore," he is growling with menace as he slams my face.

Suddenly he stops, his cock buried, and links his hands behind my head tightly. His public hair is tickling my nostrils. I feel his cock twitching and it takes me a moment to understand what is happening.

"Don't you dare spill one drop," he is saying. Then I am drowning. I am gagging and choking again with renewed vigour. His cum fills my throat and blasts back up into my mouth and I am sure I'm going to die.

I swallow and swallow as I gag and cough and Daddy hasn't let up on his grip on my head so my throat is still full of cock.

Slowly, Daddy starts to withdraw and I remember my task is to not spill. I work my tongue underneath his cock and keep swallowing. How is his cock still so hard?

Finally, it's just the head left in my mouth and I am swirling my tongue around it and moaning like the good little pet that I am.

"Good pet, you did so well, my good little slut," Daddy is purring.

I feel his hands on my head again, stroking and caressing me. I feel them reach the buckle on the back of the blindfold.

I'm still dutifully licking the head of Daddy's cock but a jolt of excitement shoots through me. I am finally going to see Daddy.

I feel the mask loosen and then slip away from my face. I turn my eyes up, ready to finally see him.

My owner. My master. My torturer.

My Daddy.

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First time writing out some kinky fantasy from my f*cked up mind.

Please let me know what you think!

I'm yet to write the next part so also feel free to hit me with your dirtiest fantasies about what happens next! ;)