just here to see

But like... Dad who wants to get closer with you, so he takes you fishing. You're clearly fucking bored and hate it and think he's kind of pathetic for doing this at all. When he finally reels in a catch it's embarrassingly small and clearly has to get thrown back but before he does that, he just wants to show it to you, but you're glued to your phone.

Frustrated he grabs the device from you and sees that you were looking at fucked up porn, shit with infested horse cocks, bloated, maggot riddled dog balls, and even dad's raping their- oh~

You're blushing and pissed and try to snatch your phone back but instead your dad tosses it in the lake, pushes you further down in the boat and drags the bait bucket closer...

He rips your shorts open and drags a thumb across your already swollen cunt, all that gross shit really does get you off. You're still trying to push off his hand that's holding you down when he dips his free fingers into the live bait, dragging three, long worms out of the pile before pushing them inside you.

You yelp and, embarrassingly, moan. You bite it back, but another escapes your throat, and another as his thick strong fingers pry you open and let more slimy, soft bodied things slide inside. His eyes are as wide as yours are, as if he's shocked and confused, and yet he doesn't stop. Suddenly your cunt is wrapped around his four fingers and a palmful of writhing bodies.

"Do you like it? Do you like spending time with dad? You do right? Right?!" He gets increasingly frantic, almost panicking as his thrusts his whole hand inside you. Practically fisting handfuls of worms as he goes. About half the bucket has to be wriggling around in your cunt now.

"This is what you like, isn't it? Bugs and filth? Dad m-molesting you, you wanted this, r-right?!" The bucket is nearly empty and you're 90% sure the worms slid up through your cervix... or is that your dad's finger? Either way you cum squirting.

Dizzy and brain slightly fried you lay their useless as your dad starts paddling you back to shore. Once the little boat is lodge in the sand your dad picks you up in his arms and you think he's taking you to the cabin, but you hear his feet splashing through the water...

He gets to where he's about waist deep before letting you down into the chilly, murky lake, but it feels nice on your heated skin. Keeping your back braced against his chest he deftly undoes his trousers and whips out his hardening dick; you feel it between your thighs before you see it.

It's huge... has he always had this thing between his legs? He has it snug between your thighs and it's about as big around as your calf. It extends out from your crotch as least 10, no 12, inches... he's still growing?? Before you can really tell he pulls it back and then thrusts into your prepped, slime filled cunt. It goes in easier than it should and the worms he crushes up just make it that much easier. You can feel the still living ones squirm up your tubes and into your ducts just to avoid his massive cock. Lake water splashes inside you and you wanna gag but instead you groan as you cum again.

It isn't clear why he's fucking you like this until he pulls out suddenly and your pussy is left gaping; he has one of your legs hooked over his arm keeping you spread open, the other hand is covering your mouth as he hisses at you to be quiet. A few moments of strange, eerie quiet slink by as the only sound to be heard is the lake water softly lapping at your flesh.

Suddenly something presses against your fucked-out hole.

You yelp behind your father's hand but that stops nothing, in fact he readjusts and hooks his arm around your other leg to spread you wider, the thing forcing its way into you get rougher, edges of its body making you squirm and wail. You bring yourself to look down and see the tail end of a large fish thrashing around in your hole, making you cum so hard you nearly pass out. Your dad readjusts again and stuffs some fingers in you, encouraging the fish deeper until it wiggles into your womb looking for more bait. Your dad gives your pussy a few more violent thrusts of his cock before stopping again, waiting...

Two more fish force their way inside you...

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You get back to the cabin, somehow, despite your gravid, thrashing form. Dad made you stop on the dock first; to pull a fish out of you and make you pose with it for a photo. He's already put it up online with the caption "Got a pretty big one here, eh?"

Once inside he pulled out three or so more to throw on ice and cook up. You groaned at the thought of eating fish when your gut is already so packed with them. He calls you a brat and says fine, he'll eat these himself, but what are you gonna do about the ones still inside? You cum miserably in your seat because the predicament gets you off but truly you have no idea what to do... how could this happen? How could your dad be so hot?

"You can take it, I know you can. You've taken bigger." Ghost grumbles, his thumb circling your clit to help you relax more. "C'mon, I wanna see your sloppy cunt gape!"

You whine, the toy finally sliding down to the base in your pussy. You're stretched obscenely wide, and you fucking love it.

You squeal and flinch when Ghost's hand suddenly comes down hard on your clit. Your pussy flutters around the dildo.

Your chest heaves as Ghost spanks your clit again.

"Fuckin' cry for me, whore." Ghost snarls, pinching your clit between two rough fingers. You jolt, tears springing to your eyes. "Fuck yes, there they are."

Back at his house, we are alone in the woods. He slings me over his shoulder and brings me into his shed. Quickly he ties me up and gags me with my panties. He affixes a pussy pump to me and pumps it as hard as he can, my flesh filling up the cup.

He whistles to himself as he slides me under a work table and then covers it with a huge tarp. After that I hear him walk away and lock the door.

——

I’ve lost track of time but it must be hours later when I hear the loud opening of the shed door.

My pussy feels completely numb at this point, and I feel light headed from all my blood collecting in one place. It hasn’t even been more than half a day and I was beginning to loose my mind a bit, feeling the true helpless of my situation. No one to talk to or to help me, no one even knows where I am and I’ve been attached to a scary contraption and then hidden away like some toy.

I hear him walk to the fridge in the shed, grab a can of beer and then crack it. I moan and try to plead through my gag.

“Oh, I forgot you were there. It’s time to have some fun!” He says, slurring his words a bit. I begin to hear how drunk his gait is as he stumbles over to the work table I’m stuck under. It shudders above me as he uses it to steady himself. He rips off the tarp and his bloodshot eyes go wide at the sight of me and my pussy in the pump.

He releases the pressure, and drools as he tries to remove the pump from my pussy. It’s so swollen that it’s stuck in the cup, he tugs roughly a couple times before it releases with a loud POP and the wet sounds of my arousal. He grabs me like a ragdoll and sits me on the table, turning on a bench lamp to get a good look at his work.

My pussy looks more like a fleshlight now, exaggerated puffy lips, pink, flushed skin and I’m so wet it’s gotten all over my thighs, leaving a sheen on my fat cunt.

He laughs to himself and smacks it, hard. The pumped flesh jiggles around as he continues to hit it back in forth. I feel humiliated and begin to whine at the pain.

He notices and smiles, before grabbing me suddenly and running out of the shed.

He brings me back into his filthy house, with trash and food everywhere. He plops on his couch and sets me in his lap, my back to his huge belly and my legs being held open by the rope tie.

He watches football with me on his lap like a dolly. His fat cock rubs against my ass, especially when he’s getting excited about a play. On commercial breaks he just plays with my fat lips, treating my most sensitive area like a stim toy,

I’m so in need of an older woman right now.

You cross your arms. "They don't smell like you."

"Baby, at this rate I'm not going to have any clothes left."

You sigh. "Fine," you say, letting the front of the sweater hang open to reveal that you are very much naked underneath. You plaster on a bored expression to hide your glee at the way his eyes nearly pop out of his head. "Guess I'll have to go put on something else," you call back to him as turn to walk away, letting the oversized sleeves slip off your shoulders.

"No, that's—you don't have to put on—" He scrambles to get up off the couch. "Wait—"

Anyways. You are very obviously not making it to the bedroom. Does he fuck you in the cardigan:

A) on the kitchen counter (your arms around his neck, his hand on your lower back to steady you as he thrusts into you relentlessly, trying to kiss but its so sloppy and open-mouthed and desperate that you're basically just moaning into each others' mouths. after he comes, he immediately drops to his knees to lick it out of you)

B) on the couch (you riding, him sucking on your nipples like his life depends on it, his fingers digging into your hips as you slowly grind against him. you find the perfect angle that lets the tip of his cock kiss your g-spot while also dragging his pubic bone against your clit, and when you clench around him he lets out a whimper that you feel all the way down to your toes)

Option c!!

No sir. You don’t understand.

When I tell men I want to be treated like a whore I don’t mean cute leashes and crawling to you all sexy. Treat me like a runaway teen who ask if you want a fuck for twenty bucks outside a truck stop. Imagine that I’m so desperate I’ll let you do anything to me.

Bend me over in your back seat and don’t tell me you’re going to fuck me raw and pump your cum into me. Make me get naked. Make me spread my holes. Use me in ways you have only ever thought of, dreamed of, things you would be ashamed to do to your girlfriend or wife. Tell me they’d never let someone treat them like you’re about treat me, because they have self respect, because their lives have meaning.

Punch my tits, slap my face, kick my cunt, make me cry out in pain and then shut me up by fucking my face until I can’t breath. Make me crawl on the filthy floor as you piss on me, make me chase the stream and cut up my knees trying to catch it in my mouth and when I don’t get enough of it make me lick it off the floor while you rape my ass. Pull out only to run the length through my folds, against my clit, tell me I’m a sick bitch for having a wet pussy and then go back and forth between fucking both holes and tell me to oink like a pig or moo like a cow depending on which one you’re using. Slap the back of my head each time I get it mixed up. Make me suck you clean every time you dump a fresh load inside of me and then scoop up the drippings and rub it on my face.

Tell me constantly that I’m a worthless piece of shit, that I’m going to pay you for every load of hot cum you waste inside of me.

Make me suck on your balls while you rub your cock on my face and talk about how no one would notice if I never came back. Make me beg for my life while I bounce on your cock and tell me it depends on whether I can make you cum, then start counting and don’t tell me what you’re counting up to. Make love to my abused cunt with your hand around my throat and your lips to my ear as you moan over and over again, “I’m going to fucking kill you, I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Make me masturbate while dunking my head in the toilet and when I cum grudgingly admit that at the very least it’s funny to watch me being such a stupid fucking whore.

When you’re done with me spit on my body and leave me on the floor, exhausted and covered in fluids. Take a picture and text it to me with a heart before you leave. Let me know our first date was just ok and I’m going to have to try harder if I want you to keep fucking me.

just for the other person to come home and do the same thing the rest of the night.

and then !! in the morning! they do it all over again! for as many days as they want!

i want to be stripped naked and put into stocks in public with my pussy and ass spread wide open where anyone can see for days

i want my clit to be spanked, sucked, bitten, and pulled on until i can't take it anymore

i want to be bent over with my ass in the air while men line up and use my pussy as a fleshlight one by one until i'm dripping with cum

He liked the idea of having a sweet little kid to keep in his wallet and show off to his work buddies, but he wasn't so fond of actually having you around. Since you could remember you've been fighting for your dad's attention, begging for a "good job, kid." or at least you used to.

That whole dream died when he couldn't be arsed to show up after you landed in the hospital. You spent the last days in that house hardly speaking to your father, then moved out the second you could. You celebrate your 25th birthday alone, finding it difficult to make friends, but it's still more comfortable than any birthday in that house was.

And now you're here.

In a shitty bar, trying to feel anything close to something. It probably says something about you that all of your partners so far come from the kind of bars full of veterans and men old enough to be your dad.

Which, ironically, hadn't meant you expected to see him tonight.

Your dad, captain john price.

...you don't know what compels you to slide up next to him, but whatever plan you had is instantly destroyed when he rests a hand on your hip, mutters a deep "hey there, lovie. Wots a soft thing like you doing here?"

Holy shit.

...your own dad doesn't recognize you. He's looking at you without a hint of recognition, eyeing you up like he's assessing if you're worth the effort of flirting with.

You shouldn't. You really shouldn't. That's your dad, your literal fucking dad.

....john still has the same bedsheets he had when you moved out. His body bowed over yours, panting and groaning as he ruts into you. Fuck, it feels good. It feels wrong and horrible but this is the most your dad has looked at you in years.

"So good for me, love. Fuck– mgh– doing good–" you've never heard your dad say that before, and in your mind you store that memory and scrub the context around it clean.

Some sick part of you loves this, loves the attention and the praise and the usefulness. You can pretend he loves you when he kisses your lips and bites bruises into your neck.

You almost wish he wasn't wearing a condom when he groans, hips stuttering. Now this is what you've been waiting for.

You arch your back, clench down on him in a way that doesn't need to be faked, and moan out "fuck! Yes, dad! Dad!!"

For a moment price just grinds into it, believes it's some little fantasy for you. You can feel the exact moment it clicks, price pulling back to stare at your face.

The disgust at realizing what he did, the horror when he realizes how much he enjoyed it.