You’re exhausted as you slink down your hallway towards your apartment, overloaded with reusable shopping bags- trophies of a night of running errands. This homestretch hallway hike after an errand spree isn’t usually so soul sucking but tonight, with your roommate being out of town for a long weekend, there’s no one to help you. Of course it doesn’t help that you made all these acquisitions after a particularly demanding evening barre class that already had your muscles feeling like jelly. Not to mention an abnormally heavy work day. You sigh to yourself as you finally reach the apartment door, reminding yourself that misery begets misery, you push the negative thoughts out of your mind. “Finally home” you think to yourself.

You struggle with the lock, this daily ritual reminder that building maintenance is reliably slow to respond to issues, even when it’s a matter of home security. “This… is… why… the… rent… is… cheap…” has now become your mantra as you jiggle the entry knob in just the right way to finally step out of the ever demanding world of errands and work and fitness routines and into the sanctuary of your comfortable home. The lock finally clicks and slides and as you shuffle your mountain of bags out of the hallway and your senses fill with the familiarity of home you tell yourself that it’s the kind of night where you’ll be straight to bed, hip-checking the door closed with a thud. You let out a sigh of satisfaction that’s quickly interrupted by the sound of the secondary thud. A now all-too-familiar song on the soundtrack of a broken door. The knob on the common hallway side has fallen off the door again. It’s been happening so often there’s actually a divot in the floor outside your apartment. “Oh fuck this” you say to yourself as you make your way towards setting of your bedtime routine, opening the email requesting service that’s been resent again and again for 3 weeks. Replying all once more as you click away on your phone’s keyboard: “is there an update on this? The knob is off again.”

You throw your phone on the bathroom counter and reassure yourself that it’s fine, someone would have to get into the building and come specifically to your apartment before it’s anything to worry about, although you would feel better if your roommate was home. All and all, you’re too exhausted to think about it for another minute and decide that it is now tomorrow’s problem before completing your nightly rituals and finally slipping into bed, wearing only your panties, the sheets feel comforting as you drift off into a deep sleep.

Some time in the night, as your tired body rests in your bed, your mind awakens to a dream. One of those non-linear dreams that makes no sense yet feels utterly normal. You and your roommate completing a scavenger hunt in a grand old train station, except it’s not a train station at all, it’s very much your apartment, it just so happens that your apartment now has a full concourse with an arched ceiling 60 feet ahead. There is of course some stress and confusion while you desperately seek out a pack of No.2 pencils but it turns out your roommate is actually trying to find her brother that may or may not exist, and suddenly you find yourself driving in your car.

It’s a nice drive but the traffic comes from nowhere and you begin to feel uneasy. Your roommate pulls up beside you to tell you she found her cousin but as she speeds off yelling about pencils your windows won’t go back up, and the air is cold, sending chills across your body and you realize you’ve got goosebumps. Your nipples are hard. You look down at them and graze them with your hand. You look back up and it’s night time now, you see headlights coming at you. Why is my seatbelt so tight? The seatbelt pulls you back into your car seat, more and more pressure on your body and you’re… naked? The pressure is becoming too much and you begin to panic, but you can’t escape, and suddenly you realize that your car seat is soaked, like your sitting in a puddle. You try to escape but the seatbelt won’t relent. The whole situation is like a weight on top of you and the wetness in your lap begins to feel… overwhelming as a warm sensation begins to envelop your body and the mix of warmth and panic completely takes you, you’re breathing heavy but suddenly you can’t breathe at all and this dream is quickly becoming a nightmare and…

You awake in a panic, your eyes wide and quickly adjusting to the low light of your bedroom, you find yourself gasping for air wit little returns on your efforts. The pressure, the warmth, the wetness is all still with you.

Because it’s me.

It’s me on top of you, forcing my big cock into your tiny little pussy. You scream into my big hand that’s covering your mouth, making it hard for you to breathe. You squirm underneath me but the weight of my body is too much.

“Shut up you little slut, don’t make a fucking noise and this will all be over… when I say.”

You look at me with a burning mix of fear and defiance in your eyes as I emphasize each of my words with a hard thrust of my cock deep into your pussy. You bite my hand which causes me to snap it back from your mouth but before you can even think of yelling out it quickly lands across your face in a loud slap.

“Don’t you fucking scream!”

You whimper back, your eyes beginning to well with tears, “no no no no please no I don’t want this no please” in a long pathetic desperate plea for mercy. “I can’t breathe I can’t breathe please…”

“I said shut up!”

I pull back, you catch yourself looking at my cock shining with your wetness in the moonlit room. You’re ashamed at how suddenly empty you feel as I quickly reposition myself to straddle overtop of you, pinning your arms under my knees, grabbing your head with both of my hands, fistfuls of your hair, I force my cock between your lips as you reflexively open your mouth to accept my cock.

I laugh, looking down at you. “Try breathing now you little whore! Taste how wet that cock is! Does that taste like a pussy that says no? Now shut the fuck up and take it”

I look down at you as I push my cock impossibly deep into your mouth, watching you struggle under me. Watching you gag and choke. Your legs kicking into the air behind me. There’s nothing you can do. You try to protest but your mouth is full of my throbbing cock and all I can hear between your gagging throat noises is the muffled moans of a slut who deserves this.

“You know this would be a lot easier if you just relax and accept what you are. A filthy set of wet warm holes for me to use” and with that, I pinch your nose as you fight for your life. You’re fighting for breath, your little throat being stretched. I watch as your eyelids begin to flutter, as your body goes limp. You feel yourself quite literally choking on my cock, and there’s nothing you can do. You look up to me with a pleading look as you desperately try to tell me with your eyes “no… please…” and you think to yourself “his eyes are so nice though” as I stare back down at you with an oddly comforting smile. I tell you “don’t worry little one, you’ll be okay”. And as you’re laying there, head pinned to the bed with my thrusting cock, as you’re struggling to remain conscious due to lack of oxygen, you believe me. You’re ashamed at the realization, but you believe me. Just before your eyes roll back into you head and you pass out, you see me reach my freehand behind and you feel my big fingers entering your pussy. As the room seems to get bigger and darker, my voice becoming farther and farther away, you hear my echoed words: “this is making you so fucking wet” and then you feel yourself slip away, into a black nothingness.

You’re dreaming again. On the floor. I’m the darkness. On your hands and knees crying, rocking your body back and forth, working at a stain on the floor, scrubbing at it as your tears soak the sponge. A light in the darkness, a pinpoint growing, rushing at you like a train in a dark tunnel.

“Hahhhhhhhhhhhh” you gasp for air. Awake again, on your hands and knees, looking down at your own bedsheets. A weight pushing into you from behind. A tension pulling at your hair. You remember now. You’re being raped. I must have come in through the front door. You remember your laziness from before, leaving the knob where it came to rest in the outside world, crawling into bed thinking “what could really happen.” You feel my cock sawing into you from behind. I pull your hair, forcing you to tip your head back. My body leaning into yours. I growl in your ear. “I knew this pussy was gonna feel so fucking good gripping on my fat cock the moment I first laid eyes on you”

You try to push me off, but it’s not use.

“Mmmm don’t fight it. I know you like it. You like this thick cock stretching your little pussy, don’t you?”

As I finish my question you feel my freehand find it’s way around your body, reaching down between your legs and rubbing your clit.

“That’s a good little slut! You love it”

“No!” You sneer back at me. But your voice inside your head argues back with you. You feel so full. So used. Your clit is throbbing under my touch and you can hear how soaked your pussy is. You whimper at me again “noooo” but this time you realize it’s because you feel my fingers letting off your clit, and you want more. Before you can even process, my finger slides along the top of my dick and squeezes into your dripping hole. You moan is mixed with pleasure and pain as your swollen little pussy stretches around my cock and finger. “Fuuuuuckkkk that good” you think to yourself.

I yank your head back hard and as quickly as my finger slides out of your pussy I’m forcing it into your mouth.

“Once again your pussy betrays you, you needy little cunt! Taste again how much you want this. You suck your own wetness from my finger and moan, you realize you’re now fucking me back, throwing your ass back against me as I thrust into you.

“Now that’s a good girl! Didn’t I tell you this would all be easier if you just relax?” I punctuate my confidence with a hard smack across your ass, which causes you to bounce even harder back onto my cock. You’re starting to feel yourself lose control. The voice within you is starting to win.

“Mmmm yessss”

I slap your ass again. “Yes Who!?”

You can’t help but moan. You know it’s wrong. You should be fighting. You should be crying. You should not be feeling thisssss fucckkking gooood. You don’t care. You feel like an animal getting fucked now. You feel free. Nothing matters. No thoughts, no fears, no strategy or anxiety. No yesterday, no tomorrow. All there is, is this. The here and now. The feeling of being used, being stretched, being overpowered. It’s the most free you’ve felt, ever. You keep thinking to yourself “I am just a toy for this man. I don’t know this man. I am just a fleshlight. I am free”

Your brought out of your trance by an even harder slap across the ass. You become aware that your ass stings. Your face too.

“Yes WHO you fucking SLUT DON’T MAKE ME ASK AGAIN”

You let out a moan you don’t even recognize as yours.

“Yessssss daddddddy oh fuck yes DADDY yes Please more more more”

You hear me grunt and groan at these words and it makes your pussy throb.

“Now that’s a good girl. You like being a little slut for me? You didn’t think you could send me all those messages and not pay the price, did you? This is your fault”

“Yes daddy I’m a little slut that deserves to be raped”

Ughhh did you really just say that? You can’t believe yourself, how good you feel. For brief moments you feel the shame but my cock seems to be growing ever harder and bigger inside you, stretching you from within, making you feel whole. The shame dissipates as quickly as it forms and with each cycle you find yourself fucking me harder, wanting it more.

Im fucking you deep and steady now, our rhythm is in sync. I slide the full length of my cock into you. Leaning over you, holding myself up with one arm, the other locked around your body, holding you.

“Daddy?” You say to me. You’re no longer defiant. You sound sweet, like a girl that just wants to make her daddy happy. You sound like a woman who has finally found her purpose.

“Yes baby?”

“Will you use your hand to touch me again? To touch me down there like before, like when you showed me that I’m just a slut?”

“Why baby?”

“Because it felt good and I think it will make me cum daddy”

My arm begins to release its hold on you, sliding along your body, my skin rubbing along your nipples. You moan in anticipation of feeling my fingers rubbing your clit again. But my hand doesn’t go to your pussy, it goes to your neck. “Daddy?” You say as you feel my big hand grip around your throat. I’ve stopped fucking you, and you feel the fear returning. “Daddy please?”

And with that, I use my grip on your throat to throw you down on the bed, on your side. I move myself off the bed. “Daddy no!” I reach out and grab you by the ankle, sliding your ass to the edge of the bed. Putting you on your back. I lift your legs up, spread you open, and sink my cock into your swollen pussy hard and deep, causing you to cry out. I rest your ankles on my shoulders and lean in, pushing your legs up nearly to your shoulders while I fuck you hard. One hand around your throat, I use the other to pinch and pull your nipple. I’m leveraging all my weight against your legs as I fuck you, choke you, and abuse your perky tits.

“Maybe you’re not as good a girl as I thought. Do think you deserve to cum?”

“No daddy, I’m sorry daddy!”

“Do you think a slut like you gets a say?”

“No daddy, I’m really sorry daddy”

I can see your eyes well up again. Not because you’re scared this time, but because you really do want to be a good girl.

“Good. Your daddy’s toy now, you do as I say, do you understand?”

“Yes daddy I promise!”

My thrusts are getting slower, more deliberate now. You moan under me, my little fuck toy.

“Whose pussy is this?” I ask.

“Yours daddy” you say. Fuck you really have become such a slut for me.

“Wrong baby!” I say with just a little frustration. “This pussy isn’t mine until it’s dripping with cum”

You gasp at me, once again your eyes are wide.

“No daddy you can’t! I’m not on anything… no! Daddy I’ll get pregnant!”

You begin once again to fight me, to squirm under me. But it only make me fuck your harder.

“Please daddy! My face! My tits! My mouth! anywhere but there daddy I can’t have a baby”

I growl in pleasure, my hand tightening around your throat, I lean in close, my face inches from yours as I bury my cock inside you again and again.

“That is the point, you dumb little slut”

I fuck you hard and deep.

“I’m going to fill this pussy with cum, and make it mine… forever”

“No daddy you can’t!”

“And then I’m going to rape my thick hot cum deep into your little cunt, I’m going to make sure that my seed gets planted. You’re going to be a good little breeding toy for me from now on!”

“No daddy! No we can’t… please…”

“And you’re going to raise her to be a good little slut, just like you”

You can feel my cock beginning to throb and twitch. You can feel my heat inside you. You can feel your pussy soaking at the thought of being made to carry my baby. My hand around your neck makes you feel owned. My promises to you are giving you meaning. The shame, the pleasure, it’s becoming too much. You can’t help but moan like a whore as I fuck your wet needy pussy and unfold my plan for you.

“Ohhhh daddy please…”

“And do you know the best part?”

“Daddy pleeeeassssseee”

“The best part is, you’re such a little whore for me, that all of this is going to make you cum all over daddy’s cock, isn’t it? Do you want to cum on daddy’s cock?”

“Yes daddy please daddy please daddy let me cum on your big cock!”

“That’s it babygirl. From now on, this is the only way you were ever cum. The only time you have my permission. When your little pussy is being raped and flooded full of cum from daddy’s cock, you’ll cum too. So do you want daddy’s cum?”

“Oh fuck yes daddy PLEASE let me have all that cum PLEASE I need it I need it I need it I need it…”

I fuck you harder and harder as you beg me for it, and finally, you feel my cock swell up and stiffen, you feel it pulse, and then as you feel my warm hot jets of cum begin to flood you, your back arches, your hips buckle against me, your fists grip the sheets, and you truly become an animal. Rolling into orgasm, your little pussy gushes and twitches and grips around my cock as I fuck you and cum in you, seeming to never end, rope after rope of cum until you can feel it being pushed out of you as I continue to fuck you. You feel it leaking out around my cock, running down to your ass, mixed with your wetness you become a puddle underneath me. And I don’t stop. I don’t say a word. I fuck you hard and fast, pushing as much of my cum into you as deeply as I can as you run your nails down my back. I tell you to cum again for me. Then again. I fuck you like a doll until finally you feel it again, a second eruption flooding you as you cum on my cock one last time. I collapse on top of you, exhausted. My cock growing soft inside you, but keeping the cum from leaking out.

You stroke my hair as I fade out on top of you. “Thank you daddy, for showing me what I was made for”

“You’re welcome baby. I’ll fix your door on my way out tomorrow, but this time I’m taking a key with me”