drecksack2013: “I saw you, you know,” her father’s latest associate said, standing next to her, turn
drecksack2013: “I saw you, you know,” her father’s latest associate said, standing next to her, turning just slightly toward her, as her politician father stepped away to take an important phone call, a sudden fear filling her even as she schooled her expression to remain unconcerned. “At the club,” he prompted, a slight smile curving his lips as he stood in her father’s home, in her home. “You were so thoroughly enjoying yourself there.” “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” she said, clenching her jaw to hide the way she wanted to shake. “Oh, you certainly looked different,” he grinned, looking her in the face before taking a sip of the fine scotch her father kept for his important guests. “Dolled up like a goth vamp, with those boots and those thigh highs. Sexy. “You were certainly acting differently too, not at all like the prim and proper daughter of an ambitious politician taking a gap year. You were letting all those boys rub up against you, bury their heads in your chest, grab your hips and grind their groins into your ass, letting them push their fingers between your painted lips.. “What a tease you were, though; not letting any of those boys lead you off the dance floor for a quicky in the bathroom, no matter how hard they tried, even after taking their drugs.” She felt light-headed, scared, but even so she turned to him, wishing her father would finish his phone call and come back. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I wish you’d stop.” She almost trembled under his gaze, his eyes boring into her, and then a smile spread across his face, his teeth showing, his hand reaching into his jacket pocket and removing a card, holding it out to her. “Take it,” he said, and she hesitated before she did, glancing at it, seeing it was a key card to one of the nicer hotels downtown. Before she could speak, he turned away from her, his voice low and hard as she noticed her father putting down the phone. “Tonight, at 10 p.m. Dress like you did at the club, and don’t you dare tease me, bitch. Neither you nor your father would like what will happen if you do.” She felt the pit of her stomach drop out at his words, feeling trapped, helpless, excusing herself as soon as she could. By eleven that evening she was on her knees, tears and her eyeliner running down her reddened cheeks, her arms bound brutally behind her back, elbow to elbow, his cock gagging and choking her as he cursed at her for being such a useless bitch, promising her she’d be swallowing his cock before the night was over even as she retched and spit up, slapping the back of her head and jerking his hips forward, her stomach heaving. By midnight her mind had shut down as he forced her to hold her thighs up and back while he alternated between raping her, brutally slapping her cunt, and rubbing a Hitachi up against her swollen, tortured flesh. By one he’d managed to force his cock down her throat as she lay on her back, her head over the edge of the bed as she retched and heaved, her eyes rolling up in her head, he clit relentlessly tormented by the Hitachi duct-taped to her clit. He didn’t let her pass out, though, jerking his cock from her throat, slapping her face and tits just long enough for her to clear her throat and get a breath before forcing himself back down her throat. By two she was raping her from behind while she sobbed in broken humiliation, each of his thrusts slamming up against her womb, his words as he told her that she was now his toy, his plaything, his little teen fucktoy, and that she was going to be at his beck and call whenever he felt like it, that he was going to offer her sweet young ass to other men for favors, sending despair through her. By three she was writhing on the bed by herself, forcing herself to an orgasm in front of a video camera for him, putting on a show, proving his complete dominance over everything she had, everything she was, as her thighs shuddered and she moaned and whimpered for the camera, knowing that whatever she had been, whatever she had wished to be, now she was little more than the human fleshlight he wished her to be, his toy, his plaything, his broken little doll.. -- source link