This is background as we learn virgin Isabella has a strong need to be forced. The makings of a good cumslut are there but training is needed to make her desperation useful

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I study myself in my dressing room mirrors. I hate my body. I'm thic and curvy. My belly is soft and rounded, not flat and toned. My tits are huge, pillowy and soft, not firm and perky. My fat ass bounces when I move. My face is nice enough, symmetrical, with wide green eyes, clear pale skin and lush pink lips. My best feature is my waist length red hair.

I have a kink about being forced. All my fantasies involve being taken, forced to be a cumdump for a rough, dominant dark haired man. Always with dark hair! The strong hands of this man are wrapping in my red waves, forcing me to kneel, to obey and open wide for the thick cock he takes out of his boxers. I can almost feel it in my throat and my cunt is wet, anticipating how it will feel when he decides to take my virgin hole.

I'm praying my father soon marries me to a man who will use me like this. The chances are good as crime families aren't known for gentle men.

His underboss Victor is my preferred choice, not that it matters. Father will choose the most advantageous match without regard for what I want.

Victor is tall, dark haired, dominant and gorgeous and my cunt drips every time I'm near him. I can cum just imagining how he would force me to obey, how he would make me beg and scream as he bounces me on his cock, how he'd pin me down and breed me, how he'd d..... My thoughts stutter, my cunt spasming as I cum hard. My hands hit the mirror as my legs lose their strength and aftershocks ripple thru me. My wobbling thighs are wet with my juices. I groan, knowing I'll need yet another shower.

Suddenly my bedroom door opens and footsteps approach my dressing room. Before I can cover myself a dark body is behind me. Much taller and bigger than me. Obviously powerful and strong. Dressed all in black. A hard well-muscled torso. Thick cords of muscles on his arms. Tatts visible under the edge of his sleeves.

One gloved hand is instantly around my throat, cutting off my air. I'm scared but my interest in this stranger is far stronger than any fear. His other hand lifts my left tit out of the cup of my blue lace bra. He sqeezes and squishes it then pinches my thick pink nipple hard, harder than I've ever done. I feel the pain shoot straight down to my womb when he viciously twists it. My cunt drips a bit and I can't stop myself groaning deep in my throat.

He loosens his hold so I can draw in a gasp of air then mauls my tit even harder. I groan louder and he watches in the mirror as I unthinkingly spread my legs in invitation. My juices are clearly visible on my thighs, glistening in the light. His large gloved hand travels down, across my soft belly and straight to my dripping hole.

I try to resist, knowing I must be untouched when my father marries me off but it makes no difference.

A finger easily slides into my well lubricated cunt, then a second one. I clench on the delicious thickness stretching me and try to wriggle those fingers deeper. There's a deep laugh and I hear him whisper that I'm his dripping wet slut who likes to be forced, who needs to be fed fat cock. I drip even more as he says these filthy things. A third finger stretches me even more and I'm riding them and whimpering in need.

One sweep of his hand and the narrow side table is clear. He sits me on the wooden surface with one hand, the other helping lift me, still buried in my cunt. I realise my hole is at just the right height now for his cock and I'm trembling and shaking in anticipation and fear for my future.

His fingers pull out and I'm instantly slammed against the wall as his impossibly huge cock fills me. Those three fingers were nothing compared to the feel of his cock and I know I'll cum any second. One hand reaches up and pull my bra down so both my huge tits are swaying. As he ploughs my tight but no longer virgin cunt he leans forward and sucks hard on one nipple then bites. I scream and squirt as I cum harder than ever before. I almost pass out.

When I open my eyes he is gone. The only way I know it wasn't just another fantasy is the contents of the tabletop are on the floor. That and the bite mark on my bruised tits and my blood mingling with his cum trickling out my bruised cunt.

I'm suddenly terrified. If my father learns of this I won't be getting married. I wouldn’t put it past him to just kill me, or maybe he'll give me to his men until they tire of me and then kill me. I don't want the same fate as my sister.

Elly was chained in a dungeon, a toy for any man to use, once she was deemed no longer fit for a marriage alliance. And that was just for using toys, not even fucking them!!

The last time I saw her was months ago when father brought me downstairs and informed me he'd sold her to an Egyptian looking for a juicy cunt for his men. Being forced to watch as he tried the goods before buying was both horrific (after all, she was my sister) and fascinating.

The speed with which he turned Elly into a tortured, begging slut made me wonder how long I'd last before I crawled on my belly and begged to have all my holes stretched wide open like she did. Looking at her she'd obviously been brutally used in the months she'd been the captive fucktoy. After using a large speculum to force her cunt open to it's current maximum he tested the size by sliding his rather large clenched fist in her gaping cunt. It slid in quite easily and I could hear the squelching as he moved around inside. The spreader bar kept her legs wide apart for easy access. Father lifted the bar into the air so I could get a better view of my sisters cunt being stretched. It was not something I could forget. Her ass was also accessible in this position. Watching his fist disappear was hypnotic but seeing her scream then squirt when a cock simultaneously impaled her ass had me struggling not to cum.

Father encouraged them to further actions by activating the milkers on her tits. Obviously this was a daily occurrence because milk started dribbling from her teats, much to the approval of the Egyptian. It was only then I realised how much bigger Ellys teats had become. She now had what could only be called udders and inch long teats for the machine to squeeze, to milk. My cunt clenched in rhythm with the machine

As they bounced Elly with their fist and cock Father unzipped and stroked his own impressive erection in time with the milking. They continued to widen his daughters holes until satisfied she'd be useful. Leaving her hooked to the machine the man passed a briefcase to Victor. His colleague stuffed her stretched out cunt with a purple XXL Organo egg and plugged her ass with the thickest plug I'd ever seen. Father fisted his cock faster, shooting cum all over her face then tucked himself away before escorting me into the lounge.

I guessed Elly would be permanently milked from now on judging from the buyers response. I also heard him tell Father he would keep him updated about the size of her udders and her milk. He offered film of her progress regarding the size toys that would fit in both her holes, which Father accepted. It would inspire some of his men to see if they could break a cunt quicker. Friendly competition was good. I couldn't control myself any longer and my cunt rippled and throbbed as I came, leaving me half delirious and trembling.

Laughing at the arousal I couldn't hide he had called over Victor as well. My dress was lifted and the three men inspected the slick on my thighs and my cunt lips were spread for a better view. I vaguely heard Father say something about needing to get me married and bred before the Russians knew what a twisted slut I was.

Fingers rubbed more of my slick into my skin, skimming my oh so eager cunt. I came back to earth suddenly as my face was slapped. My tits got squeezed as Father said I was almost desperate enough to amuse Mikhail.

My dress was torn completely off and my legs forced wide apart. I heard the click of a camera. Another click as my bra was ripped off, leaving my breasts swinging free. Another click as my nipples were squeezed. Another of my soaked cunt. Another couple as I was bent over on all fours and my cunt lips held open.

Then Father ordering me to crawl to my room. I could hear the comments they made as I painfully crawled across the floor and up the stairs.

"Fat arsed sloppy cunt" from the Egyptian

"A set of free use holes if the Russians don't buy her" from my father

"A milk cow" from Victor

I abruptly came back to the present debacle... Fresh cum was dribbling out my hole and I needed to clean myself fast. I didn't want to be sold! I momentarily thought of staying in bed, claiming monthly cramps, but I knew Father would personally check. I preferred the doctor checking I was a virgin to the times he has done it. I always get the feeling he's disappointed I haven't given in to my need and fucked, especially since Elly had left for her new life as a cumdump in the Middle East.

After a quick shower and thorough wash to remove the cum from my sore but still slick hole I forced myself to quickly dress in jeans, boots and a long sleeved sweater. If it was summer I don't know what I'd have done as my tits and throat were also bruised so that was a small mercy. I could hear father in his office, shouting about something as usual.

I crept down the stairs to the kitchen then snuck out through the garden to the garage. When I was finally far enough away from the house I pulled over, thinking hard. Who would break into the house of the Don of the mafia family that ruled the city? More to the point who would dare to fuck his daughter in his house AND while he was downstairs?

I couldn't think who it could be but as I remembered the strangers touch, his forceful use of me, I knew I needed to find out. I craved for my mysterious dark angel to force me again and again and again, to keep me and make me cum on his cock forever.

The crotch of my jeans is dark and getting even wetter as my needy cunt juices, ready to get impaled again, but I'm thinking of this stranger and how I can find him. If this isn't love at first sight, well, actually, love at first use, then I didn't know what was.

My cunt continued to lubricate, to prepare itself, as I remembered his height, those broad powerful shoulders, his strong muscles, how he had easily dominated me, controlled me, turning me into his cocksleeve without even saying a word. How he'd risked death just to fuck me. With only my thoughts my cunt juices soak my jeans as I orgasmed. Panting, I tried to control myself, to stop thinking of this stranger. I knew I had a high sex drive but this was ridiculous.

Looking around, I realised I'd driven much further than I intended before stopping. I was on the outskirts of the city in a very disreputable looking area but thankfully there was a bar across the road. Hoping nobody would notice, let alone smell my soaked jeans I quickly crossed the road and and walked inside like I owned the gloomy dive bar.

There were a handful of rough looking men drinking at tables but that was all. The equally scruffy barman gave me a long appraising look as I walked to the bar before handing over my tequila shot and taking my money. He wandered out the back as I drank it straight down. When he returned I had a second and third shot. The alcohol helped me straighten up mentally but I felt a bit queasy due to my empty stomach. I sought the bathroom, knowing it would be dirty like the rest of the place but not really caring.

I was right. It was filthy. After vomiting into the gross bowl my stomach felt better. I started to tidy myself but was interrupted by voices. Two men were clearly deciding if I was worth the trouble.

My mind spun in circles. What trouble? The trouble to rape me? The trouble to take me? The trouble to sell me? Had they recognised me?

There was no exit other than the door but I was a Forelli, not some weak cunt. I grabbed the handle and slammed the door open.