You're lying in bed with your magic wand vibrator getting ready for sleep. You have your window open because it was a hot day and the night air feels cool. I've been watching you. Seeing you about your apartment, cleaning and listening to music. It was easy getting close, learning your habits, finding the best way to get in. 

You are lost in the vibe, your eyes are closed and I can hear you moaning through the open window. I climb in quietly and approach the bed, my eyes roam over your nubile body before going to your face. I can see that you are really into the sensations as you reach for that orgasm. You aren't aware that I'm standing at the head of your bed, knife in my hand and mask on my face. 

As my gloves hand covers your mouth and my knife presses to your throat your eyes open in fear and you scream a little before feeling the blade. “, Quiet little girl, I don't want to cut you.” I turn the blade up, pressing the back of the knife against your skin as I turn the point toward your T-shirt.

The fabric parts like butter to my knife and I can see your nipples hard and standing to attention. I make quick work of your clothes causing your shirt to fall away from your body. Putting the knife back to your throat I whisper, “I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth. It would be a shame if you screamed and startled me.”

I pull my hand away and you start pleading,” Please mister. You can have my money, whatever you want, just please don't kill me.” I'm reaching behind me as you say this and pull out a pair of handcuffs, the jangle of the metal links grabbing your attention. 

“Oh sweet thing, I didn't want to kill you. Now hands above your head so I can put this beautiful jewelry on you.” I click open the cuffs and wait. Watching as you slowly raise your hands above your head, years tracking into your hair. “And I want to thank you *click* for *click* getting yourself ready for my pleasure.”

Now you are openly sobbing, knowing what I really want as I drag the point of the blade down your body. The point leaving a light scratch as it abrades your skin. “Open your legs little one. I'm going to give you what that toy can't.” My free hand is opening the flu of my pants, freeing my painfully hard cock. 

You've been watching the blade and you catch a look at my cock as it comes free and your eyes widen. You've never seen one in person, on the Internet, sure, but not a real one. You've never had anything bigger around than your toy inside you and the sight scares you even more. 

I press the blunt edge of the knife to your stomach, dimpling the skin. “I said open your legs. I watch as your legs slowly open, as you try to delay as long as you can. I knee between your thighs pushing them forcibly apart. “ There's only one thing from you that I really want and I'm going to take it. And when I'm done you'll be begging me for more.”

With that, I lined my cock up against your wet pussy and I shove it in forcibly. It's a good thing for you that you've already been playing and your pussy is sopping wet cuz I slide all the way to the hilt with one thrust. The cry that bursts from your throat is pained and full of fear as I take your virginity. 

I bring the knife back up towards your throat and I growl “ wrap those pretty legs around my waist little girl show me how much you want it.” As I begin to thrust in and out of you shaking the bed and rattling the cuffs above your head. The tears are tracking down your face into your hair. Your sobs are filling the room.

You wrap your legs around my waist, hooking your heels behind my ass and as I thrust into you, I can feel you pulling me into your tight little pussy and your sobs are slowly turning into moans of pleasure. “ You really are a needy little thing aren't you? This is what you needed more than anything more than that little toy could ever provide you.”

I can feel you getting into it now. The pleasure coursing through you from my cock sliding in and out of your unused cunt. It's even wetter and juicier than it was when I started. Your moans are non-stop, your body trembles and shakes. “ Do you feel how sticky that is Little girl? How your tight little pussy grips my cock as it invades you? Almost a gritty feeling? You know what that means?”

You shake your head, you whimper “ Noooo.” Your hands are pulling up the cuffs now trying to pull them away, but you can't. You're stuck there pinned to the bed by my body and my cock sliding in and out of you. 

“ That's slightly gritty feeling the stickiness of your juices. The way that your pussy clenches around me. That all tells me that you're right ripe, ready to be bred.” Your eyes widen as you hear this, I can see that I have notched your fear up just a little bit. You're not ready to be a mom. But you know that if I come inside of you that you're going to get pregnant. You're not on the pill because it messes with your body and makes you ill so you can't take them. You start shaking your head pleading with me. 

I thread my fingers into your hair and grab hold, stopping your head from shaking. “ Oh yes little girl. I plan on breeding you all night long. By the time I'm done with you, you will be knocked up so much. It would be a miracle if you weren't.” I throw the knife off onto the floor and I wrapped my hand around your throat cutting off a little bit of air just to get your attention. As I continue to rape your small body. 

Your breath is coming out in gasps now. I can see that you're starting to suffer from a slight lack of oxygen, so I release a little bit of your throat letting you gasp and pull in big lungfuls of air. I'm speeding up now and each time I thrust in your legs betray you and pull me to you. Your body wants this wanting to get bred. 

“ I'm getting close, little girl. Can you feel that? Can you feel my cock growing slightly? It feels like it's expanding almost the way I'm holding it back. One little push,” at this word I reached down with my hand leaving your throat between our bodies to lightly pinch on your clit feeling you tumble over the edge. “ That's my body telling you that it's about to come just like you came. You ready for it Little girl. It's coming now.”

With a feral growl I push in as deep as I can. The tip of my cock punching against your cervix causes a little bit of pain, but you don't feel the pain. Your brain is too washed and the orgasm that is flooding your body with dopamine. And suddenly you can feel the hot wet heat of my cum pouring into you blasting against you. 

The sensation of my cum filling you is too much for your brain to handle that combined with your own orgasm coursing through your young body, I don't stop. I keep thrusting, wanting to stir that inside of you. Make sure that I push it deep into you. Making sure that you get well and truly knocked up. 

My hands go to your throat now. Slowly cutting off the flow of oxygen to your brain. Waiting for you to slowly pass out. Once I see your eyes. Droop and close as you pass out. I uncuff you and throw the cover over you and leave back out the window. Leave you to awake in the morning and wonder if it was a nightmare or a dream.

As I finally go out the window I look back. Your face is peaceful, but there is a Serene smile on your lips and your breathing is regular and slow. Almost as if you're asleep. “Sweet dreams. Princess” I whisper.

The next morning when you awaken the only things left to tell you that it was more than just a night time play of the mind, is that your body is sore and as you are getting dressed, you notice lying on the floor. A blue dragon handled, folding knife.

He sets me up at a desk and gives me my test, and I lock in, trying to work on it. Unknown to me, he sits at his desk, watching me work and rubbing himself through his pants. After a few minutes, he just can't take it.

He sits next to me at my desk. I look up, and he directs me back to my test.

"No matter what I do," she says softly. "You have to finish that test. If you don't, I'll fail you."

I nod, not sure what he's talking about, but I stick to my test.

I try my best to show no reaction when his hand begins to stroke my inner thigh. I'm not wearing panties, and he soon finds out, brushing his hand over my most sensitive parts. Emboldened, he moves closer, wrapping an arm around me.

I look up when he plunges two fingers into me.

"Stop," I whisper. "Stop."

He does stop, but he pulls my hair, forcing my head back.

"I thought I told you to work on your test," he snaps. "Now I have to punish you."

He unzips his pants, freeing his large cock. It's the biggest I've ever seen.

He picks me up, and despite my screaming and thrashing, manages to impale me on his cock, sitting on his lap. It's so big it fills me up, and it takes him a second to force it all in.

"Now," he says. "You're going to finish your test with me inside you. And if you don't, I'm going to rape you until you cry."

So, I was thinking today about Daddy drugging me with some kind of aphrodisiac without my knowledge during dinner so that, by the middle of the night, he finds me humping my teddy in my room, tears streaming down my face because I'm so frustrated that nothing seems to make my body less tingly and hot and bothered

I don't understand what's happening but I don't want to tell me parents because I feel so naughty for feeling this. Until I realize Daddy is watching me and he looks so handsome there, by the door of my room. He looks so delectable and my brain is foggy and dumb.

Following my instincts, I fall back in the bed, my legs spread, my knees by my shoulder's height and I'm begging Daddy.

"Daddy, my little flower fells all tingly and sticky and I feel so empty and lonely"

"Daddy, help me, please, I'll be a good girl for you"

"Daddy, I need you. I don't know what's happening"

I'm crying fro distress and Daddy enters the room, locking the door behind him and taking off his pjs shirt first. His eyes are on mine and, as he approaches, he says:

"Don't worry, darling. Daddy is here, Daddy's gonna make you feel so good"

He touches me, first my ankle, rasing his hand to my thighs so he can spread them apart even more to look at me. His touch feels so good I can't help but moan, there's nothing else in my brain than Daddy touching me.

His hands touch my little breasts, teasing my nipples and I'm so horny I gasp and moan and beg incoherently for that alone. Daddy chuckles and stop touching me. I'm in the middle of complaining when I feel something pressing in my little hole and tense up, looking at Daddy, who is standing in front of me, his eyes in the point where I feel the pressure.

"You were always a little whore, right? Daddy just needed to show you, push you in the right direction"

He pushes inside me, making me moan. God, he feels so good stretching me to the point of pain.

"Daddy, no..." I try to say "It's wrong and... Oh, my God"

"Pray for me, sweetheart. Pray for your daddy's cock raping your little holes just kike the whore you are."

I moan, forgetting all about it being wrong, all the pleasure of daddy's cock raping my little hole erasing my thougts.

"You're in heat, sweetheart." Daddy explains as I moan and beg, barely listening "You need cock filling you up, raping you, because you're a whore in heat and nothing you say or do can change the fact that men will rape you. You're begging for it, begging to be cornered in a dark alley and for men to rape your brains out of your head."

When doing chores around the house, don't wear anything that covers your tits. Instead parade them proudly and tease your nipples from time to time.

When you go out, visit a bathroom at least once every hour and touch yourself. Enough to get wet and needy to build up some pleasure, but not much more.

When talking with others, don't use big words that are long and hard to understand. You probably don't properly know what they mean anyways.

But when you're talking to men, make sure to expose your body as much as possible; show off your boobs and ass, make sure they treat you first and foremost as a sex object.

i want to have a dom pin down my wrists as they slowly push into me, feeling how tight and slick and hungry my cunt is for cock. i want them to slam into me until i go completely braindead and the only thing i can think about is how badly i want them to fill me up.

i need to milk their pretty cock with my pussy over and over again, hear them moan and call me a good puppy, a stupid little whore, a pretty slut, an obedient fuckpet.

i want them to push my legs over my head until they go numb, and they’ll taunt me for being so pliant and easy to push around and manipulate. i want them to spit in my mouth and slap me and choke me and leave marks all over my body.

Like getting to just smile and not care what my face is doing while going down on someone or something, getting to make whatever noises I want even if they aren’t overly attractive just because I’m enjoying myself and I want to show it. I love just asking flat out what they want me to do and seeing how they get flustered and stutter out an answer. I love the feeling of satisfaction in a task when I get them to finish. I love saying exactly how I’m feeling and how I feel about them and how much I’m enjoying myself no matter what I sound like while saying it.