Three days.
Three days is all it takes to completely submit to him.
Michael and I had hit it off the first time he walked into the shop, and he made a million excuses over the months to talk to me - but we both knew he didn't need an excuse. I'd be lying if I hadn't inserted a sick version of him into my fucked up fantasies a time or two while drunk.
Now, it was like a switch had been flipped in my mind and body; I couldn't stand not being near him because all I could think about was his cock.
But I couldn't stand being near him, either. I wanted to run, to rip off the collar latched around my neck and break through the fucking window if I had to... but my body wouldn't cooperate.
Michael certainly held his promise of raping me every day so far, and it felt like each time I took his cock I came harder than I thought possible. I knew by now I was likely knocked up (how could I not be?!), and deep down I fucking loved it. As hard as I fought it, every cell of my body was absolutely positive that I was meant for this.
And that fact had me curling into myself at night, wondering how I wound up like this.
His cock wakes me up every morning. I fall asleep or black out on his cock. He keeps me naked so he can toy with me all day. The fact that I can't get away from his ownership over me is what's keeping me here in some fucked up sort of bliss.
Earlier today he had forced me to call in to work, tell them I was moving town and quitting my job. The shame that ran down my spine as he ground his cock into the entrance of my cervix, hot breath on my neck, didn't stop my pussy from soaking him. He'd pinned my arms behind me, my legs spread wide on his lap and the tip of him pressing into my cervix. As painful as it always was, feeling him cum straight into me like that drove me fucking wild.
I hardly recognized myself, only a few short days after being taken. All I could think about was Michael.
"I know it hurts, baby, but it'll be worth it. You know you love when I fuck your cervix - gotta make sure we get my cum as deep in as we can," his groans seemed to echo in my ear as he grinds further into me, "I want my baby inside you as soon as fucking possible. I want to see you walking around nice and full, bitch."
He thrusts up violently and suddenly, a cry scraping up my throat as I feel him pushing further than ever before. My body starts shaking, legs cramping where they lay over Michael's, and if he wasn't locked onto me so harshly, I'd have seized right off of him.
I can feel his cock head dragging in and out of my cervix, and I can only distantly register my own screams over Michael's grunts against my ear before everything starts to drain out. All I can feel is the dragging and pounding and bruising strength he uses.
"Yes, you fucking slut, yes! You feel me pounding that fucking cunt? You feel me inside your fucking womb right now, don't you?" He's growling, teeth biting deep into my neck. I can't breathe - it feels like I'm drowning in pleasure and pain.
My body is twitching wildly as he screams, reminding me of what I really am now.
"I'm going to fuck baby after baby into this fucking cunt, you hear me?" Constant ecstasy and blinding pleasure shoot through me at his words; "I'm going to breed my rape slut as many times as I fucking want. You're gonna make such a good little whore of a mommy, letting your owner rape your holes every fucking day."
The last thing I feel before I black out this time is the feeling of burning hot cum shooting deeper inside me than I thought possible.
The next time I wake up, it's not to brutal pounding or heavy petting, but to large hands smoothing over my back and shoulders. The oil on Michael's hands leaves trails of heat behind, and the pressure on my sore, aching muscles feels so good. I can feel the pain radiating from my groin, from my pussy right through my stomach. My hips are resting over a pillow, ass in the air, and I know it's to keep his cum in me as much as possible. A part of me immediately thinks of his cock as I fully wake up, pushing my ass out as his hands begin massaging further and further down.
"You've been such a good slut. If you're gonna be a good breeding whore, I've gotta keep you nice and relaxed, so I wanted to treat you a bit. You've been so good for me, cock slut." His voice drips with sweet affection, lips tracing kisses down my neck as I feel his body slowly lower over me, strong chest barely resting over my back.
