πIn the end, love is both their salvation and their damnation.
β€οΈ Synopsis. In his eyes, she was never just a daughterβshe was a possession, a fragile masterpiece, he would destroy the world to keep as his alone.
β‘ Book. Forbidden Fruits: Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.
β‘ Pairing. Yandere! Stepfather x Fem. Reader
β‘ Novella. Paternal Privilege – Part 3
β‘ Word Count. 8,914
β‘ TW. dom + top yandere, incest, non-con, rape, psychological manipulation, physical and mental conditioning and training, toxic relationships, possessiveness, social isolation, dacryphilia, choking / breath play, face slapping, slight physical assault and violence, mature language, daddy kink, grooming, DDLG, objectification, slight blood play, bondage, BDSM, non con photography and filming, forced oral sex, threats, gaslighting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, degradation, humiliation
You find yourself in a dimly lit office, the hum of the computer and the distant murmur of voices from the other side of the door the only sounds piercing the tense silence.
Your stepfather, a powerful and feared man in the corporate world, sits at his grand mahogany desk, his eyes scanning over documents while the phone cradled against his shoulder crackles with the voice of an unfortunate soul on the other line.
You’re under the desk, your heart racing in your chest as you struggle to suppress the whimpers that threaten to escape from your throat.
His hand reaches down, gripping your hair, and he pulls your head closer to his crotch.
“Quiet,” he hisses, his voice low and menacing. The scent of his desire fills the air as he unzips his pants, freeing his thick, engorged cock.
You know what’s coming, but you can’t help the tears that well up in your eyes.
He smirks, watching you in the reflection of his computer monitor. “You’re going to make me cum while I close this deal,” he says, his voice a mix of challenge and amusement.
“And if you’re good, I might even let you keep your tongue.” His hand moves to cover your mouth, the other guiding his cock to your lips.
You hesitate for a moment, feeling the weight of his gaze and the coldness of his hand against your cheek.
Then, with a resigned sigh, you part your lips and let him push his way into your mouth, the taste of him overwhelming and repulsive.
The phone conversation continues, a stark contrast to the depraved act happening just out of sight.
His hand tightens around your neck, controlling the depth of his invasion as you gag and try to breathe. “Just like that,” he murmurs into the phone, his eyes never leaving your face.
“Very good.” His hips rock slightly, the movement sending waves of panic through your body.
This is your new reality, a twisted game played out in the shadows of his power and your fear.
The conversation on the phone drones on, numbers and figures flying over your head as you focus solely on keeping your teeth from grazing his shaft and not throwing up from the smell of his sweat and arousal.
Your eyes water, and your jaw aches from being forced open so wide. You can feel the pressure building in his cock, the veins bulging as he nears climax.
You try to pull away, but his grip is like a vice, his free hand squeezing your cheek painfully. “Don’t you dare,” he warns, his voice still calm and composed, belying the violence of his actions.
“You’re going to swallow it all.” His other hand starts to rub your throat, a silent demand for you to take him deeper, to show him how much you belong to him.
You can’t help the whine that escapes around his cock, the vibration making him softly groan with pleasure. The phone call reaches its crescendo, the deal made, and he pulls your face closer, pushing his cock down your throat until you can feel him at the back of your throat.
You choke, your eyes watering more intensely, and he releases his grip just enough for you to take a gulp of air before he starts to fuck your mouth in earnest, the sounds of his hips smacking against your face muffled by his hand.
His breathing grows heavier, his voice more strained as he speaks into the phone, the conversation taking a backseat to his own pleasure.
Your eyes dart to the door, wondering if anyone will come in, if anyone can hear you, but the office is eerily still, a testament to his power and the fear he instills in his employees.
You feel his cock pulse, and he groans, his hand pushing harder against your throat as he cums, filling your mouth with his hot, salty semen.
He holds you there for a moment, his cock twitching as he empties himself into you, then finally pulls back, his grip on your hair releasing you to collapse on the floor, gasping for air.
You feel his warm, wet kiss on your cheek, a stark contrast to the coldness of his demeanor just moments before.
His hand moves from your throat to cup the side of your face, holding you in place as he claims your mouth with his own, his tongue pushing past your lips to tangle with yours. His kiss is possessive, his teeth grazing your bottom lip in a way that sends a jolt of fear through you.
You know that if you dare to bite him or resist in any way, the pain will be swift and severe. The taste of him fills your mouth, mixing with your own saliva and the bitterness of his cum.
You want to push him away, to scream and fight, but the collar around your neck and the weight of his body on top of you make it impossible.
As he kisses you, his hand reaches down to stroke your throat, his thumb tracing the ring of the collar. “Such a good little slut,” he murmurs, the words sending a fresh wave of humiliation crashing over you.
His hand moves lower, cupping your chin and forcing you to look up at him, his eyes dark with lust and something that looks disturbingly close to affection. “You’re going to be so much fun to train.”
Your stepfather’s hands are on you again, his strength overpowering your weak protests as he rips away the last shreds of your clothing, leaving you exposed and vulnerable on his desk.
The cool air of the office hits your skin, sending goosebumps along your flesh as you lay there, his property, his toy to use as he sees fit. He positions himself between your legs, his cock standing tall and demanding.
He smiles, a twisted look of pride and hunger, as he slams into you without preamble.
The pain is instant, a sharp contrast to the gentle kiss he’d just given you, but your body, now trained to respond to his touch, betrays you. You feel yourself getting wetter, your walls clenching around him despite your mind’s screaming protests.
The soundproofed room echoes with the slap of skin on skin as he fucks you without mercy, your moans of pain and humiliation muffled by his hand. You feel your body responding to his relentless assault, your pussy tightening around him despite the horror of the situation.
Each thrust is punctuated by his smug chuckles, the sound of his zipper riding up and down as he fucks you on his desk. The smell of your arousal mixes with the stale office air, a twisted reminder of the power he holds over you.
His eyes never leave your face, watching the conflict in your eyes, the struggle between your body’s betrayal and your soul’s rebellion. He loves it, the way your cheeks flush and your eyes glaze over as you try to fight the inevitable climax.
“You’re going to love this,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear as he starts to thrust even harder. You can feel the tension coiling in your stomach, the beginnings of an orgasm that you know will only serve to make him more powerful, more in control.
His free hand moves to your clit, his thumb circling it with a precision that makes your eyes roll back in your head.
He knows exactly how to push your buttons, how to make you come against your will.
You whimper, trying to squeeze your legs shut, but he’s too strong, his weight pinning you down. “You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you, baby girl?”
You nod, unable to speak, the word “yes” trapped in your throat as he continues to fuck you. Your breasts bounce with every thrust, the collar around your neck a constant reminder of your subservience.
His hand is a blur between your legs, his fingers working in tandem with his cock to bring you closer to the edge.
You can feel it building, a pressure that you can’t hold back, no matter how much you want to. Your hips start to buck, meeting his thrusts, your body moving of its own accord.
“That’s it,” he praises, his voice low and gruff. “Take it like the little slut you are.” His words are a slap in the face, but they only serve to make the heat between your legs burn hotter.
You hate him for reducing you to this, for making you want this, but your body is no longer your own.
He knows it, and the smugness in his smile as he watches you fall apart is almost too much to bear.
With a final, deep thrust, he hits that sweet spot, and you scream out your orgasm into the palm of his hand, your nails digging into the desk as your body shudders with pleasure. The sound is then muffled by his hand, as he stuffs the fabric of your shirt into your mouth.
You’re acutely aware of the mess you’re making, the wetness coating his desk and your own skin, but all you can focus on is the intense release that’s washing over you.
He chuckles, the sound sending a shiver down your spine as he slows his pace, letting you ride out the last waves of your climax before pulling out of you with a wet pop.
“Look at you,” he says, his voice thick with satisfaction as he removes the makeshift gag. “Already such a good little slut for daddy.” He leans down, licking the sweat from your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.
“You taste so sweet when you cum.” He kisses you again, his tongue probing your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue. The mix of his saliva and your own fluids is a stark reminder of your degradation.
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The knock on the door sends a jolt of panic through your body. Your stepfather’s eyes narrow, his hand still cupping your bruised cheek.
He quickly pulls away from your mouth, tucking his still-hard cock back into his pants and zipping up with a swift, practiced movement. He stands, wiping his hands on the handkerchief from his pocket before smoothing out his suit.
The room feels suddenly much colder, the reality of your situation crashing back down around you.
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With surprising ease, you find yourself back under the desk, knees pressed against your chest, the cold hardness of the floor digging into your spine as your stepfather’s son’s, your “elder brother’s”, voice filters through the thick wood.
Your stepfather’s cock is back out, glistening with your saliva and pre-cum, and he wastes no time in pushing it back into your mouth. You struggle against the collar, the metal ring biting into your skin, as he starts to fuck your face again.
His grip on the back of your head is firm, his movements controlled as he uses your mouth for his pleasure, his hips rocking in time with his own breathing. You can hear the sound of his zipper, the rustle of his pants, and the faint click of the computer mouse as he continues to work, his focus never wavering despite the illicit act happening right under his desk.
You open your mouth wider, taking him in deeper, your throat muscles adjusting to the intrusion as he starts to fuck your face with renewed vigor. His hand is in your hair again, guiding your movements, pushing you down onto his cock when you try to pull back for air.
You can feel your gag reflex kick in, but you fight it down, knowing the punishment that awaits you if you don’t satisfy him. Your eyes water, your nose runs, and your cheeks are flushed from the pressure, but you don’t dare let a single drop of saliva escape your lips.
You suck harder, trying to show him that you can be the obedient little slut he wants you to be, hoping against hope that this will be enough to keep him from escalating the situation further.
“Hmm, that’s a good girl,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own breathing. His hand moves from your hair to the back of your neck, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin as he watches you work.
His other hand is back at his desk, typing away as if you’re nothing more than a piece of office furniture, an extension of his power. You feel a strange mix of anger and arousal, hating him for reducing you to this, but also unable to deny the way your body responds to his touch, his dominance.
The door handle turns, and your heart leaps into your throat.
He taps the side of your head, a silent warning to be quiet, and you swallow your scream, taking him even deeper into your throat.
The door opens, and his son, the heir to the company, walks in, not noticing your frantic eyes staring up at him from the shadows beneath the desk.
He’s chatting away about some report, oblivious to the fact that his father is using your mouth for his own perverted needs. You feel the head of his cock hit the back of your throat, and you gag, your eyes watering more.
But you manage to keep going, taking him deeper, your tongue working around the base as he starts to thrust more forcefully.
Your stepfather’s eyes are on you, a mix of arousal and amusement as he calmly converses with his son, his hand never leaving your head, keeping you in place.
The pressure builds again, and you know he’s close to finishing.
Your eyes plead with him to be quick, to end this, but he just smirks, his hips moving faster as he fucks your face with an increased urgency. You feel your own arousal building, the degradation turning into a strange, twisted form of excitement that makes your pussy throb. You hate yourself for it, but you can’t deny the way your body responds to his dominance.
“Alright, son,” he says, his voice a perfect blend of authority and nonchalance. “I’ll have it on your desk by the end of the day.”
His son nods, his back to the desk, and you can see his reflection in the computer monitor. He’s so close, yet so far.
You want to scream, to tell him what’s happening right under his nose, but the cock filling your mouth keeps you silent.
Your stepfather’s hand tightens on the back of your neck, pushing you down even further, and you feel his cock swell, the veins pulsing.
You know he’s going to come soon, and the thought fills you with a mix of relief and dread. The sound of their conversation is a cacophony of muffled words and the wet, sloppy sounds of your forced fellatio.
You can feel the beginnings of your own orgasm building again, despite the fear and disgust coursing through your veins.
It’s as if your body has been rewired to respond to his touch, a fact that makes you feel more degraded than the collar around your neck.
His son nods, still focused on the paperwork in his hands. “Great, I’ll be waiting for it,” he says, his voice business-like and oblivious to the depravity playing out just a few feet away.
“Of course,” your stepfather responds, his voice calm and composed. His hand grips the base of his cock, pumping it in your mouth as he speaks.
You can feel his balls tighten, his cock pulsing in anticipation. You know he’s going to fill your mouth with his cum, marking you as his property for everyone to see, even if they don’t know it.
The thought sends a fresh wave of arousal through you, despite the fear and humiliation. You try to push the feelings down, but they only grow stronger, your body betraying you once again.
The door closes, and you feel the warmth of his cum spurt into your mouth, filling it to the brim. He holds your head in place, his eyes boring into yours as he empties himself into you.
You struggle to swallow, your throat convulsing around him, and he chuckles, his grip tightening. “That’s my good bitch,” he says, his voice a dark purr. “Swallow it all down.”
You do as you’re told, the salty, bitter taste of his seed coating your throat. He pulls out slowly, the last few drops painting your chin and neck.
Your stepfather’s grip on your neck tightens as he looks down at you, his expression one of dark satisfaction. “Now, tell me,” he says, his voice low and demanding. “Tell me that you love it when daddy fucks your mouth.”
You feel bile rise in your throat, but you know better than to argue. You swallow hard, his cum sliding down your throat, and force the words out, your voice a shaky whisper. “I love it, Daddy. I love you.”
He smiles, a cold, triumphant smile that sends a chill down your spine. “That’s right,” he murmurs, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. “You’re such a good little fucktoy for me.”
He pulls you out from under the desk, the collar still digging into your neck, and sits back down in his chair, gesturing for you to straddle him. “Now, let’s get back to work.”
You feel his thick, hard cock pressing against your still-sensitive pussy as you’re forced to straddle him in his office chair. His hands are on your hips, guiding you down onto him as he continues to type away at his computer.
The head of his dick teases your entrance, still wet and swollen from his earlier use. Despite your mental resistance, your body responds to his touch, making it easier for him to push into you.
You whimper as he fills you, the feeling of being so full and used making your stomach twist. He doesn’t give you a chance to adjust, immediately starting to fuck you with deep, hard strokes.
“Look at me,” he commands, his eyes locking onto yours. “Tell me you love it when daddy fucks you.” His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he uses you for his own pleasure.
You bite your lip, trying to hold back the tears, but they spill over anyway, rolling down your cheeks as you nod. “I love it when you fuck me, Daddy,” you say, the words feeling like acid on your tongue.
His smile widens, his eyes glinting with something that could almost be love if it weren’t for the malice behind it.
He leans back in his chair, his cock still buried inside you, and reaches for the camera on his desk.
The cold metal presses against your cheek as he snaps a few more photos, capturing your pain and humiliation for his personal collection. “Say it,” he says, his voice a low growl. “Say it like you mean it.”
You swallow hard, forcing the words out through gritted teeth. “I love it when you fuck me, Daddy,” you repeat, your voice a mix of anger and despair.
He takes a few more photos, the flash blinding you for a moment.
His son’s voice filters in from the other side of the closed door, and you realize that the office isn’t as soundproof as you thought. You can make out fragments of conversation, the mundane banter of colleagues, and it makes the situation even more surreal.
Your stepfather leans closer, his breath hot against your ear. “Keep it down, cumslut,” he whispers, his voice a dark caress. “We wouldn’t want them to know about our little secret, would we?”
His hand moves from the camera to your neck, squeezing gently, a silent threat that sends a shiver down your spine.
You nod, your eyes wide with fear as he starts to fuck you harder, his hips rising to meet your forced bounces.
With a sense of dread, you lean in and kiss him deeply, forcing yourself to submit, with the taste of his cum still on your tongue.
His grip on the camera never wavers, the flash going off every few seconds, capturing the moment in a series of explicit images.
You can feel his cock swell inside you, his arousal spiking at the sight of your submission. His free hand moves to your breasts, pinching and tweaking your nipples, sending jolts of painful pleasure through your body.
The camera clicks in a steady rhythm, a metronome to the beat of his thrusts.
“Look into the lens,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “Show me how much you being raped by Daddy.”
You tilt your head back, your eyes glazed with a mix of anger and desire as you meet the unblinking red eye of the camera. His strokes grow more erratic, his breathing ragged as he nears his climax.
The collar feels like a noose around your neck, a constant reminder of his ownership.
“That’s it,” he groans, his voice thick with need. “Take it all, baby girl.”
You lean back, your breasts bouncing as he continues to fuck you, the leather chair creaking in protest beneath his weight. The camera captures every moment, the flash illuminating the room like a strobe light, painting your sweat-soaked bodies in stark relief.
You feel his cock thicken, the head swelling against your cervix, and you know he’s about to fill you again. The thought sends a fresh wave of arousal through you, despite the fear and pain. Your pussy clenches around him, and you feel yourself start to come, your body betraying you once more.
He groans, his eyes locked on yours as he captures the moment of your orgasm, the camera flashing rapidly. “That’s it,” he whispers, his voice a dark promise. “Come for daddy.”
His hips buck upward, and he drives himself deeper, his cock pulsing as he reaches his peak. He pulls you closer, his mouth crashing down on yours in a brutal kiss that leaves you gasping for air as he fills you with his seed.
The sensation is almost too much, and you feel your own climax wash over you, your body shuddering with the intensity of it.
When he finally pulls out, you collapse onto his desk, your legs shaking, your pussy sore and dripping with his cum.
He stands, tucking himself back into his pants with a satisfied smirk. “Look at what a mess you are,” he says, his voice filled with mock concern.
“You really are a promiscuous whore, aren’t you?” He takes a few more photos, zooming in on the mess between your legs, the collar around your neck a stark reminder of your new role.
Your stepfather’s strong, demanding hands force your legs apart, exposing the sticky mess he’s made of your pussy. His eyes gleam with excitement as he takes in the sight, the digital camera in his hand clicking away, capturing every intimate detail of your humiliation.
The cold, unyielding lens of the camera seems to pierce through you, stealing what little dignity you have left.
He leans in close, his breath warm against your neck, and whispers, “You’re such a good sex toy for me, baby. Daddy’s little bitch.”
His words are a mix of praise and degradation, twisting your emotions into a tangled knot of despair and arousal. You hate that his words turn you on, but you can’t deny the way your body reacts to his touch, his dominance.
As he snaps away, you feel his thumb trace the edge of the collar around your neck, a not-so-gentle reminder of his control.
“If you ever tell anyone about this,” he murmurs against your skin, his tone menacing. “If you ever try to leave or get out of line, I’ll make sure everyone sees these photos. Your friends, your teachers, maybe even that boy you like.”
His teeth graze your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine. “You’ll be the school’s biggest joke, the little prostitute who can’t keep her mouth and legs shut.”
His words are like a knife, cutting deep into your soul. You know he’s not bluffing; the sadistic gleam in his eyes tells you that he’d revel in your downfall.
“W-Why are you doing this to meβ¦.” You had been a successful heir and successor ever since, obeying him and following him every step of the way, even supporting your ‘elder brother’ as your step family’s back up tool.
So why was he being like this? Why was he doing this to you?
Your stepfather’s smile widens, his eyes dark with a twisted sense of triumph. “Why?” he repeats, his voice a taunting whisper.
“Because I can. Because you’re mine.” He takes a step closer, the camera still in his hand, the lens pointed at your trembling, exposed body.
“And because you love it. Admit it, baby girl. You love being daddy’s cum dumpster.” His hand moves from the camera to your chin, tilting it up to meet his gaze.
You can see the hunger in his eyes, the need for your submission.
You try to pull away, but his grip is like iron, unyielding and unforgiving. “N-no,” you whimper, your voice shaking with fear and embarrassment.
“Please, stop⦔
But the plea is lost on him, his excitement only growing as he takes in your distress.
He leans in, his mouth crushing yours in a bruising kiss that tastes of power and control. You can feel his cock, already hardening again, pressing against your thigh.
“You know you love it,” he says, his voice a mix of cajoling and threat.
“You’re just playing hard to get.” He takes a step back, his gaze raking over you, his eyes lingering on the collar around your neck.
“But let’s not forget who’s in charge here.” He snatches the camera from the desk, his thumb flicking through the images of your degradation.
“Look at these,” he says, holding the camera up to your face. “This is what you are now. Daddy’s little fucktoy.” He takes a few more steps back, the leather of his shoes squeaking against the hardwood floor.
The coldness of his gaze sends a shiver down your spine. You know he’s enjoying every second of your torment, feeding off your fear and humiliation.
“Now, get on your knees,” he orders, his tone brooking no argument.
You hesitate for a moment, your body screaming at you to resist, but the memory of his hand around your throat, the pain, the fearβit’s all too real. You do as you’re told, the floor cold against your bare knees.
“That’s my good bitch,” he says, his voice a sickening blend of affection and dominance. He unzips his pants, his cock springing free, already hard again.
He takes a few more photos, capturing your tear-streaked face, your eyes wide with terror and need.
“Now, show me how much you want it,” he commands, his voice a low growl.
You lean in, your mouth open, your tongue tentative as you lick the head of his cock. The taste of his cum is still bitter on your tongue, a constant reminder of your degradation.
Your stepfather’s cock is huge and intimidating as it fills your mouth, stretching your lips and pushing against the back of your throat. You gag and choke, your eyes watering as you try to take him all in, his calloused hands gripping your hair, guiding you up and down his shaft.
He groans in pleasure, his eyes never leaving yours, watching the fear and humiliation dance in your gaze as he uses your mouth for his own sick pleasure.
His camera clicks away, capturing every moment of your forced degradation, the video feed displaying your struggle on the nearby computer screen.
“Look at yourself,” he says, his voice a mix of amusement and contempt. “Sucking your daddy’s cock like the little sex slave you are.” His thumbs trace circles around the base of his cock, smearing his pre-cum around before he pulls you off him with a pop.
You gasp for air, your throat sore and your eyes stinging with tears. He chuckles, clearly enjoying your suffering. “Open wide, bitch,” he says, aiming his cock at your mouth again.
“Daddy’s got a big load for you.” You do as you’re told, feeling his cockhead press against your tongue as he takes a few more photos.
He starts to fuck your mouth again, his hips rocking back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of your throat with a wet, obscene sound. You can feel his balls tightening against your chin, and you know he’s getting closer to cumming.
You brace yourself, your eyes watering, your throat raw from the abuse. “Look up,” he commands, his hand tightening in your hair. “Look into the camera. Show me how much you want daddy’s cum.”
You look up, your vision blurry from the tears, and see yourself on the screen, a pathetic mess of a girl with her mouth full of cock. The sight sends a fresh wave of humiliation through you, but you know better than to fight it.
You force yourself to nod, your eyes wide and pleading, as he continues to fuck your face. The camera clicks away, the flash illuminating the room with every thrust. You can feel the pressure building in his cock, his strokes growing more erratic, his breathing harsh and ragged.
“That’s it,” he pants, his voice thick with lust. “Take it all for daddy. Take it like the good girl you are.”
And then it happensβhis hot, thick seed spurts into your mouth, filling you up, coating your tongue and throat.
You swallow reflexively, the taste of his cum a bitter pill to swallow along with the reality of your situation.
He pulls out, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he watches you choke down the last of it.
“Look at that,” he says, his voice a low murmur of approval as he snaps a few more photos. “So pretty with your mouth full of daddy’s cum.”
He taps the camera against your cheek, leaving a smudge of your saliva and his release. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, his tone shifting to one of mock concern.
He walks over to the minibar, pouring a glass of water that you know isn’t for him. He brings it back, holding it to your mouth as you drink greedily, desperate to wash away the taste. He takes the glass away, his thumb brushing against your lower lip, collecting a stray droplet of cum.
“Mmm, so eager,” he murmurs, his eyes darkening, as he sets the glass aside.
You can’t help but watch as his cock still partially erect, glistened with your saliva. “I think you enjoyed that a bit too much,” he says, his voice a taunt.
“Maybe we should do something about that.” He pulls you up by the collar, the leather digging into your throat, making you gasp.
You try to struggle, but he’s too strong, too physically superior.
He turns you around, pushing you face-first into the desk, the cold wood pressing against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. “Spread those legs,” he says, his voice a command that you know not to disobey.
You do as you’re told, feeling his hands on your hips, his breath hot against your neck as he positions himself behind you.
With a cruel smack, he forces your legs apart wider, your pussy exposed and vulnerable.
He lines up his cock, and with one hard thrust, he’s inside you again, filling you up, claiming you as his own. You whimper, the pain from your earlier rape still fresh, but he doesn’t care.
He fucks you hard, the sound of your body slapping against the desk echoing through the room. His hand moves to your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh as he slams into you, his other hand holding the camera up to capture every second of your degradation.
“Look how fucking wet you are for me,” he says, his voice a mix of disgust and arousal. “You’re such a pathetic rape toy, getting off one being used and abused like this.”
Your eyes burn with tears as you bite your lip to keep from screaming.
You can feel the collar around your neck, a constant reminder of your new role in his twisted game.
The pain is unbearable, but you know that if you resist, it will only get worse.
So you take it, letting him use your body for his sick pleasure, hoping that somehow, someway, this nightmare will end.
Your stepfather’s sadistic grin widens as he feels you tighten around him, your moans growing louder with each brutal thrust.
He leans over the desk, his hand moving from the camera to your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you back onto his cock with every stroke. He can feel your orgasm building, your pussy clenching around him like a vice, and it only makes him more determined to claim you fully.
With a final, violent push, he slams into you, his cock reaching deep, the sound of your moans mixing with the slap of flesh on flesh.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. “Cum for your daddy.”
His voice is a dark whisper of power and control, sending shivers down your spine.
You try to fight it, to deny him the satisfaction, but your body betrays you.
With a strangled cry, you orgasm, your pussy spasming around his cock as he continues to fuck you, his movements relentless and unyielding. He groans, the sound deep and primal, his own climax approaching as he feels you shatter beneath him.
The room is a blur of pain and pleasure, your body torn between the two as he brings you to the edge again and again.
You hate him, you hate this, but the sick part of your mind that craves his attention, his dominance, can’t help but respond to the degradation.
Each time he brings you to orgasm, it feels like a piece of your soul is being chipped away, leaving you more and more his. The collar around your neck feels tighter with every passing second, a noose that you can’t escape.
“Look at you,” he says, his voice thick with lust. “Cumming like the fucktoy you are.” He reaches around, his hand finding your clit, rubbing it roughly as he continues to fuck you from behind.
You try to push his hand away, but your body arches into the touch despite your mind’s protests. The pleasure is intense, overwhelming, and you know it’s only making your situation worse. His fingers are rough, his nails digging into your sensitive flesh, but it feels so goodβtoo good.
You cum again, your body shaking with the force of it, your moans echoing through the room.
He pulls out, the sound of your pussy making a wet, squelching noise as he leaves you empty and trembling.
You collapse onto the desk, your legs giving out beneath you, the wood digging into your stomach.
He takes a moment to appreciate the sight of you, spread out before him, his cum dripping down your thighs. “So beautiful,” he says, his voice a low growl of satisfaction.
He snaps a few more photos, the camera’s flash a stark reminder of your degradation.
“Now, let’s get you dressed,” he says, his tone business-like again as if nothing has happened. He releases you from the collar, the leather feeling cold against your neck as it falls away.
He doesnβt let you go fully, slamming and crushing his lips against yours.
A mix of possessiveness and affection, his tongue delving into your mouth to claim you once more. His kiss is demanding, almost punishing in its intensity, reminding you of the power he holds over you. You can feel his cum still inside you, a warm, thick presence that makes you feel utterly used and degraded.
His hands glide over your body, his touch both tender and cruel as he dresses you in new clothes, not bothering to clean you up first.
Each caress feels like a brand, a reminder of what he’s done to you and what you’re now reduced to.
He helps you into your panties, his fingers lingering against your sensitive skin before pulling them up and snapping them into place with a smug satisfaction. You flinch at the feeling of his cum sliding down your inner thighs, the fabric sticking to your sensitive flesh.
Your clothes are placed on you as if you’re a doll, his hands deft and sure as he buttons your shirt, his knuckles brushing against your breasts, making you wince.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs against your ear, his breath hot and heavy. “And everyone will know it.”
His words are a dark promise, a threat wrapped in a kiss that makes your stomach twist.
He fastens the collar tighter around your neck once more, the metal ring cold against your skin. It feels like a noose, a constant reminder of your new life as his personal sex toy.
You can’t bring yourself to look in the mirror as he helps you into your clothes, the fabric sticking to your skin where his cum has dried.
The scent of him clings to you, a musky, bitter smell that makes your nose wrinkle in disgust.
“Good slut,” he says, his voice a soft praise that sends shivers down your spine. “Now, let’s get back to work.”
You follow him out of the bathroom, his hand firm on the small of your back, guiding you like you’re a prized pet.
The office is exactly as it was before, his employees oblivious to the horror that’s just occurred. They look at you with friendly smiles, asking how your day has been, and you force a smile in return, your voice shaky as you reply. Inside, you’re screaming, but no one can hear you.
You’re trapped in this twisted game, a silent prisoner to his whims.
He sits back down at his desk, the leather chair creaking under his weight.
Your stepfather’s eyes never leave you, his gaze a constant reminder of your submission.
He gestures to the floor under the desk, a silent command that you know all too well.
You hesitate, your legs wobbly, but the fear of what might happen if you don’t comply is stronger than your pride.
With trembling legs, you sink to your knees, the plush carpet doing little to cushion the impact.
You feel the warmth of his cum on your thighs, a sticky, humiliating reminder of what you’ve just endured.
He adjusts his chair, giving himself a better angle to watch you as he takes a sip from his coffee mug, his expression one of amused superiority. “Under the desk, bitch,” he says, his voice low and commanding.
You swallow hard, trying to ignore the bile rising in your throat.
With a resigned sigh, you crawl beneath the desk, the collar around your neck a constant reminder of your role in his twisted game.
Once you’re in position, he spreads your legs wider, his hand stroking your cheek in a mockery of affection. “Now, be a good girl and take care of daddy,” he murmurs, his voice a toxic mix of sweetness and malice.
You look up at him, his crotch level with your face, his cock already starting to harden again.
Despite your revulsion, your mouth opens automatically, your tongue flicking out to lick the tip of his shaft.
He groans, his eyes closing in pleasure as you begin to suck him off, the sounds of his enjoyment making your skin crawl.
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List of Fandoms and Characters
Ace Attorney: Barok van Zieks
Blue Lock: Jinpachi Ego, Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi
Boku no Hero Academia: Dabi, Endeavor, Shouto Todoroki
Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: N/A
Death Note: Light Yagami
Demon Slayer: Muzan Kibutsuji
Dishonored Series: Anton Sokolov, Daud
Genshin Impact: Dainsleif, Zhongli (Rex Lapis / Morax)
Haikyuu!!: Kei Tsukishima, Wakatoshi Ushijima
Honkai Star Rail: Blade, Sunday
How to Live as an Illegal Healer: N/A
Hunter x Hunter: Illumi Zoldyck
I’m Not That Kind of Talent: Duke Illuster Starbe, Nemeseus
Jujutsu Kaisen: Kenjaku, Ryomen Sukuna
Kill The Hero: Park Yong-Wan, Se Jun-Lee
Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: Aamon
Naruto Shippuden: Madara Uchiha
One Punch Man: Boros
Reverend Insanity: Fang Yuan
TOUCHSTARVED: N/A
Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Error! Sans, Ink! Sans, Nightmare! Sans
Wuthering Waves: Geshu Lin
Your Throne: Eros Orna Vasilios
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