risen from the ashes

But what if the monster was also overwhelmed with pleasure? Your body feels so indescribably good on its cock that it’s practically going insane. It wants more and more and more, ravaging your insides with desperate aggression. It can’t control itself anymore. Even if it tried to stop or slow down, its body wouldn’t obey it.

The monster does eventually get satisfied, leaving you ruined as it moves on. Most humans are meant to be used once, but something about you is different. Its cock is always hard now, constantly throbbing. And no matter what the monster does, nothing else and no other mate seems to relieve it. Its cock demands your presence. At some point, it can’t take it anymore. It races back to hunt you down again, whatever it takes. And when it finally catches you, it’s even more aggressive this time. Euphoric as it feels the hole it wanted so badly squeezing around its cock once again.

yeahhh 🥰🥰 it’s been years for you, enough time to scrape yourself off the floor and back together, to heal, to do work on yourself and come through stronger. youre more independent than you’ve ever been and you’re doing what you’re supposed to do to keep growing as your own self. going to college on your own, unpacking pieces of your past and present with a therapist every month. your personality takes on whole new aspects, your dress develops into your own taste instead of hand me downs and your parents will. you start to feel like it’s possible to have a future outside of the shadow i cast. you get so wrapped up in trying to become something new that you totally forget about home and my ever-nearing release date. it hits you all at once when you’re calling your mom about winter break between classes and hear me laughing in the background, and your blood rushes through you cold and fearful. apprehension pools in your gut remembering how both of us would laugh over keeping secrets from her when you were a teen and loved to rebel against her. then anger at how the two of you would commiserate over your dad and everything i did to you both after everything broke, and how that didn’t stop her from letting me back inside now.

it was filled with angsty love songs that came out around her years of high school.

she deleted it, must've been spam after all...

the second sign was the photograph. a prinout of a picture from those same years, of her and her first girlfriend, kissing on the bleachers.

it was taped to her front door, her own face circled in red marker. this time, she was scared. she called the police, who told her they couldn't do much.

the third sign was the key. she came home to find her front door unlocked. she was certain she'd locked it. inside, nothing was stolen, but a single, shiny new house key sat on her kitchen counter. a message. 

I can get in anytime.

the fourth sign was...

it happened that night. she was in bed, unable to sleep, every creak of the building sending a jolt of adrenaline through her before dozing off.

she didn't hear him break in. she just woke up to a hand clamped over her mouth and a weight on her back.

he flipped her over, and in the dim light from the streetlamp, she saw his face. her blood ran cold. it was...him. the boy from high school. the one she'd laughed at, the one she'd publicly and viciously shot down with a cruel "i'm a lesbian, you dumbass" just to impress her friends.

he wasn't a boy anymore. he was a man.

"remember me?"

he growled, his voice a low rumble. she tried to scream, but his hand tightened over her mouth.

he yanked her pajama pants down, exposing her supple dyke ass to the cool air. "you were so mean, so rudee back then," he said, his voice deceptively calm.

"i think it's time you apologized, and i know just the way."

his hand came down hard. it wasn't a playful smack. it was a sharp, stinging slap that echoed in the quiet room. she cried out, but it was muffled by his palm. "this is how you apologize," he grunted, spanking her again, and again. each smack was more forceful, a repayment for every public humiliation.

being forced to share a bed with your big brother in the same hotel room as your parents. you're about to sneak off to shower, with the idea that he'll follow you, but the second your father starts snoring, your brother slaps his hand over your mouth and forces himself inside you. you've only used your hands on each other, he always promised it wasn't wrong that way, it was just siblings taking care of each other.

And it's definitely more than you've been able to take before!

You try and beg them to take it slow, say how much it is, your pussy isn't used to anything that big! And your clit is hammering in time with your heartbeat and you're shaking when they start rubbing it super fast while they keep fucking you...

Then, before you've even gotten used to the current size, they squeeze the pump again and you whine, oh fuckkkk that's WAY too much! You're starting to sob, overstimulated from the stretch and the attention on your clit, and your partner shushes you, tells you it's okay! And then they take the hand on your clit and use it to push your own teat into your mouth, holding it there so your're forced to suck on it.

All the while, they're still fucking you, and you can't do anything about it, and your brain finally starts to shut off when the pump squeaks again, and all you can do is take it...

Hours later, your partner undoes the release on the strap and steps back, leaving the toy still lodged in you, and then you're dazzled, blinking in even the dim bedroom light. Your partner is behind you, one hand on your tit, groping, and the other circling around the end of the toy inside you. You're held up by their shoulder and your wrists and ankles are still bound, so you're forced to watch in the mirror beyond the foot of the bed as the toy is finally pulled out of you... You cum hard, and the evidence of all the other orgasms forced upon you joins it, flooding the bed further as your hole flutters vainly, the muscles exhausted and stuck where they've been forced for the past few hours.

You're so open, and you finally look properly at the toy, still inflated at the size it was removed from you...

How THAT managed to fit inside you, you have no idea. It makes you feel light-headed just looking at it.

Like, yes darling, I'm aware that you see yourself as a big girl but I care about you too much to ever let you be anything other than my beautiful little girl.

Of course you're a big strong girl sweetheart, but you're too beautiful and wonderful to have to worry about any of those big girl responsibilities.