I had set up the cameras a while back. I knew her routine by now. Hell, I pretty much knew everything about her by now. I've even given her a nickname - Prey. I know when she comes and goes. I know when she comes and how frequently. Unfortunately, I had no audio in her apartment, but her body is easy enough to read.
I knew that Prey had no boyfriend and no regular visitors. In other words, she didn't have the insta-dial rescuer. I wasn't sure of her work schedule, but some detective work told me that she wasn't likely expected back at work for a couple days. I also noticed that she'd left the door unlocked as she got home today. *chuckles* Stupid whore will learn her lesson. The time was right.
She'd been drinking, so I knew her reaction times would be slow. I wanted to sneak in just as she was about to crash. I wanted to surprise her, but I didn't want everyone in the neighborhood to know she was having a visitor.
I tested the door knob and it opened easily. I let myself in. Quiet. Confident. I'd been in her apartment enough times to know my way around. I knew where to step in order to remain in the shadows without a peep.
Prey is brushing her teeth as she does every night before bed. I decide to linger in the shadows until she moves to her bedroom. A moment after she walks into her bedroom, I hear a buzzing noise and chuckle to myself. Horny slut. I even knew her hiding place for this favorite vib of hers.
I sneak into her bedroom while she's fucking herself with the vibrator. I take a moment to watch. But only a moment.
In a flash I am on her. I straddle her chest, pinning her down, and slap her face HARD to stun her. Because of the position my Prey was in before I mounted her, her arms are trapped under my weight as well. I smile down at her as she looks up at me in shock. The room smells like fear and wet cunt. This will be fun.
As Prey looks up at me, her eyes adjust to the dim light and she studies my face.
"Daddy?" she asks, in shock.
I'm not her real dad, but the only father figure she'd ever had in her life. I dated her mom for quite a while when Prey - then still called Laura - was very young. When I noticed her a couple months ago at the store, I realized how much her young body had changed. I knew I had to have her.
She made my job easy by not locking her door on most days as she left for work. At first, I just looked around, found her toy collection, reviewed her internet history. The basics.
Then a buddy of mine set me up. I had cameras installed in her bedroom and bathroom (also one in her TV room, but that had gotten knocked askew and I didn't get a chance to fix it yet). I put an internet tracer on her computer, so I could literally watch whatever she was watching and see who she was chatting to and what she was saying. He offered to hack into her webcam so I could remotely view her through it, but he would have needed her laptop for that, and I was too selfish of my Prey to trust him with it.
When I discovered how much she loved the idea of being Daddy's little whore, I knew what I had to do. My precious Prey is about to find out that, sometimes, reality is much MUCH more intense than fantasy.
I slapped her one more time to force the first tears from her eyes. My cock instantly got hard. "What? Why are you doing this? Get the fuck off me!"
A third slap to her face shut her up and her shock and anger turned to fear. She still could not move and she was openly crying by now. I had to be careful - her eye would surely get swollen from that last slap and I wanted to keep her beauty intact.
"Now you listen to me, little whore. I am about to be the Daddy of your hottest dreams. And worst nightmares. By the end, you will love me even more than you did when you were a child. I will know your body inside and out, and claim it as my own. Maybe even your womb.
Would you like that, Prey? Does the thought of Daddy knocking you up make your little whore cunt wet?"
With that, I reached back and cupped her pussy in my hand. I knew I'd interrupted her play session, so she was bound to still be aroused. However, the heat that I felt coming from her cunt even surprised me. Oh, the fun we would have.
Prey moaned as my finger tip teased her slit and then, wet with her juices, rolled her clit. With my fingers doing their magic behind me, I turned to study her face. She bit her lip as she looked up at me. She was definitely turned on. Definitely scared. And definitely processing.
I slide my fuck finger inside of her up to the first knuckle, and she bit her lip to try to stifle her own moan. I pulled my finger away and tasted her. So young. So sweet. My perfect Prey.
I noticed that she unconsciously licked her own lips as she watched me suck my finger clean. Such a greedy little whore. So eager. Oh, the fun we will have.
I moved off of her and stood next to her bed. I watched to see if she would make a mad dash for her phone or for the door. She did neither. I think my last slap, which I was afraid may be too much, was actually just right. Prey needs to be reminded that she is not in control, and regularly reminded just how badly this could go for her. I don't want to leave any marks, but hell, she's a smart girl. I'm sure she could come up with a reasonable excuse for a black eye if it comes to that.
She was wearing only an old tee shirt. I gripped the neck of it in front, pulling her face close to mine. As I pressed my lips against hers, I tugged on the neck of the shirt, hearing the ripping of fabric. She didn't kiss me back, but she didn't fight me off either. My tongue teased her mouth and I tore the tee shirt completely off of her.
"You have magnificent tits, my Prey. But... I don't know... something isn't quite right. It's like something is missing. Show them to me. Put your hands behind your head."
Prey was still confused. Still aroused. But also, to my delight, prideful enough and submissive enough that she wanted me, her pending rapist and her Daddy, to desire her. She locked her fingers behind her head and thrust her young tits out proudly.
*SLAP* I left a bright red hand print on her left tit. *SLAP!!* on her left tit. She whimpered out but kept her tits thrust out for more of my abuse, or inspection.
I gave each breast one more good slap. Her nipples were rock hard and her tits were glowing. She was magnificent. I would test her pain threshold over time, but I knew I wouldn't be able to get enough of her.
"Daddy. Why... I don't understand. I'm your little girl. Why are you hurting me?"
I just smiled. "Give me your hand, Prey," I said, offering her my hand.
