You're sobbing from the pain, but realize that your cunt is getting wet from the treatment, feeling my hand against your ass. I pause, listening you whimper, resting my hand on your ass and slipping my fingers beneath you to feel your wet cunt. "Slut," I say coldly, and then shove you off of my lap onto your knees before me. You look up, confused, both at my actions as I begin to undo my pants, and at the sensations coursing through you.
"If you're going to dress like a whore, you're going to act like one, too," I say, pulling my thick cock out of my pants. You watch, realizing what I mean, and move to get away, but my hands grab you by your pigtails, pulling you forward by the hair and pressing your lips to my cock. You try to protest and keep your mouth closed at the same time, both in denial. My cock shoves past your lips, opening them, dragging your face down against my crotch.
You groan around my cock, making it twitch with the vibration, helpless tears falling down your face as you realize that your father plans to rape you. Your head hurts as I pull roughly on your pigtails, fucking your mouth and using your head to set the pace, the taste of my fat cock in your mouth, precum on your tongue, making your cunt throb even worse, your body's betrayal nailing shame into you.
"Suck, you slut," you hear me growl through your pain, fucking your mouth even harder now. You wrap your lips around my cock, having never quite done it before, and still a virgin, but you do your best, hoping to get whatever is going to happen over with as quickly as possible. Your tongue plays over my cock, and you can hear me groaning up above you. The verbal sound of my pleasure thrills you, that you're doing something right, turning aside my anger into lust. You suck harder, as best you can as I savage your mouth with my cock.
Suddenly I shove you off of my cock and tumble you onto your back on the floor, crawling on top of you. My hands push your skirt up around your waist, then go at your shirt, tearing it, leaving it shredded, in tatters. You can see the burning, deep lust in my eyes, and are terrified at what the thick monster that made your jaw so sore will do inside of you, having never had anything thicker than your petite finger inside your soaked cunt. You realize that there's nothing you can do to stop me, but you still try, shoving at my chest.
"Daddy! No! Please, daddy... stop... daddy... I'll be good daddy, please, please stop..." you beg, sobbing, as my hands tear the lacy bra from your breasts, fingers digging in sharply and squeezing your breasts hard. The pain sends a shock of shame through you, as it makes your cunt twitch, liquid heat between your thighs now.
My cock slams hard into you, tearing past your hymen, causing a jolt of pain to speed along your spine, your lips parting in a scream. But there's nobody to hear you, living so far away from the city. You know you're helpless, unable to even hope some passerby will hear and intrude.
I begin to fuck you; not fuck, but rape. Hard, brutal thrusts burying my cock deep into your cunt, searing pain throbbing through your pussy as my cock rubs your inner walls, stretching them to accomodate me. But as hot as the pain is, the pleasure is even greater, every stroke of my cock rubbing your g-spot. You cum, screaming again, but there is no relenting in my cock driving into you.
Harder and harder, until there's nothing left in your mind but feeling my cock pumping into you, the pleasure washing through you as your body numbs under the constant stream of orgasmic bliss that throbs inside of you. You can't stop cumming, each one making your body buck, your pussy grip me tighter.
You pass out after the seventh orgasm, but even in sleep you can feel me raping you, filling your dreams with nothing but orgasm after orgasm.
When you come out of the blackness, you realize you're in bed, naked, washed clean. You also realize you're on your stomach, bent over the edge of the bed, and something is around your neck. You lift your hand and touch it, and realize it's a collar, with a chain leading to the bed's headboard.
As you come to fully, you also realize I'm inside of you, still fucking you. The sudden wash of pleasure makes you cum again as you realize the fact that you're still sore, and my cock is rubbing your pussy raw with the constant, brutal assault of raping. But you no longer care; the orgasms start up again, and you brace your hands on the bed, crying out with each thrust of my cock and pumping back against me.
Just as you begin to climb to another orgasm, my cock pulls out of you. You sob in its loss, but you realize it's not gone; it's just shifted angles. It presses between your asscheeks, probing at your tight rectum.
