Scripted Desires

TW: kidnapping, knife play, free use, cutting and blood (only minor), chains, captivity and just nasty writing as always.

Like vines climbing the brickwork of a building, the chains snake around your wrists, holding you to the frame of the bed you're laid upon. Each tug was useless, each pull was hopeless. Your eyes dart around the room you were trapped in, this basement didn't look familiar to you. You groan as you try to move your ankles, barely able to lift your head up to see that you were kept spread eagle, no clothing in sight.

Suddenly, the creak of hinges echoes off of the walls surrounding you, filling you with dread. Light seeped into the room as the door opened before fading back to black again. Heavy footsteps crept closer but you unable to turn your head to see who was approaching. "Good morning, darling."

A male voice called out, one that was almost recognizable, you've heard this voice countless times. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to convince yourself this was all a dream. You could barely open them again before you felt the prick of steel press against your sternum.

"Don't move. Any movement and this knife sinks into your flesh. Do you understand?" You didn't want to nod to show you understood, instead opting for your voice. Your throat was hoarse, barely able to speak above a whisper. "I-I understand." His scoff barreled from his lips, using the blade to trace from your sternum down to your nipples in a swift motion without cutting. "Good girl."

The goosebumps rose from your skin as the knife toyed with your nipple, circling it with just the tip, a whimper releasing from you. "How disgusting. You're enjoying this." He spoke with an emotionless tone, no way of telling if he was enjoying this. "N-No...no I'm not..." You tried to convince him but his fingers were soon forced against your cunt. A quick swipe across your folds and his fingers were lathered in your excitement. "Fucking liar." He snarled, wiping his hand upon your thigh.

A noise outside of the basement startled him, the knife slipped from his hand as your flesh was sliced, cutting you across your stomach. Your eyes soon flew open, a gasp releasing first before you started to let out a bloodcurdling scream. Before the first note of your cry could come out, his hand was forced against your lips, dampening the noise from your shriek. "Shut the fuck up. Don't make a fucking noise." In this close proximity, you could just about make out his features but not well enough. Something was covering his face, a balaclava of sorts, only the whites of his eyes peeking out.

Convinced the noise had stopped, his hand pulled away from you, a deep breath rushed into your lungs as you begged for oxygen. "Please...please don't hurt me again." He let out a sigh, his fingers pressing around the wound he had created, he knew it wasn't deep, surface level cut. "I didn't want to hurt you in the first place." He groaned out, moving away from your confined body before returning with a plaster. He applied the plaster to your body, taking care to make sure it covered your wound before gently prodding it. You whimpered as he finally let his first emotion slip. Enjoyment.

"You sound so pretty when you're in pain. Keep bleating for me, little lamb." He goaded, pressing his finger in harder against your bandaged wound. You gritted your teeth until you couldn't take it, your body shaking against the chains as you tried to move away from his pokes. "Ah! Fuck! Please stop!" You cried out, desperately attempting to shake free from him.

His fingers abruptly stopped, satisfied by your cries, stroking the spot his knife had caught for a second before his hand moved towards your cheek, pushing your face to angle towards him. You were at eye level with his belt, the heat radiating from his crotch was overwhelming. His other hand proceeded to unbuckle his belt, the leather slapping softly across your cheek until his trousers fell to his ankles. "You're going to take my cock until I cum, okay? I won't stop until you fully satisfy me." He explained as his boxers fell down next, leaving his lower half exposed to the humid basement.

You couldn't call out to anyone, you didn't even know where you were. Were you in the middle of a forest? A busy city? A quaint countryside? All you knew was that you had to appease him, your captor. Before you could try and find a compromise, the tip of his cock pressed against your lips, prying them open. Inch by inch, his length disappeared inside of your mouth, scratching the back of your throat. His fingers wrapped around your hair to keep your head steady, using you exactly as he wanted.

His thrusts weren't eager, they were measured, each one just as stable as the last as you began to gag on his cock. You kept your breathing strictly through your nose as your mouth was filled with him. You swallowed your spit, left your tongue steady as it rested against him, you knew being defiant wasn't going to stop this endeavour any time soon. You had to be obedient, you had to give him what he needed.

This torture was about to end, you could tell from the grasp against your scalp that he was close. You squeezed your eyes shut harder than before, readying yourself for his load. "Don't you dare spit." His last command, his cock thrusted down your throat, as deep as it could go, before offering you his seed. His cum spilled against the back of your throat, slipping down until you took every last drop of his load.

Content that you had taken every part of him, his cock slid from your lips with a satisfying pop, once again you gasped for air. His boxers were soon pulled up, his trousers concealing his indecency as he knelt down to the bed, his face directly in front of yours. With his balaclava ripped from his face, he smiled in front of you. "How was that, baby? Was that good enough?" Your terrified state soon calmed, your breathing returned to normal as he released one of your hands from its binds. Your hand cups his cheek, pulling him in for a peck on his lips. "You are the best boyfriend ever, you know that?"

TW: fauxcest, dad x daughter, teddy fucking?, just all around gross content.

The sun crept through your curtains, casting a warm glow on the wall behind your bedframe. The light hit your eyelids which caused you to slowly wake from your slumber. The orange hue spread across your eyes until you finally rose from your slumber. Your arms rise above your head, stretched high as a yawn slips from your lips, noticing the shadowy figure lurking on the other side of your room.

"Good morning, princess." His voice called from the doorway, his frame leaning against it with his hands behind his back. The item was concealed, but it was obviously a present for you. "Dad!" You exclaimed as you clambered out of your bed towards him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist.

"I've got you a present, little one." His voice was calm as his fingers found the strands of your hair, gently tugging out the small knots. Your eyes were wide and inquisitive, wondering what this new toy was, he always bought you the best toys. Finally, your present was revealed.

In his hands held a plush teddy bear, about half your size, with beady eyes and a sewn on smile. Your eyes move further down to notice the strap that was wrapped around its crotch, bright purple, your favourite colour. Your eyes widen at the sight as you grasp onto the bear, squeezing it as you spin around with its legs flailing in the air. "Oh dad, I love it, I love it, thank you so much!"

His grin widened at your excitement, the bulge in his trousers tightening at the prospect of you using it. "Why don't you try it out now, sweetheart?" You couldn't say no to him, not after last time, so you eagerly placed your new teddy on the bed, hooking your thumbs against the elastic of your underwear and dropping them. He approached your side, reaching down to the erect plastic cock, steadying it in his hand. "Suck on it first, get it nice and wet."

You nodded with a smile, pressing your knees to the bedroom floor, your hands gripping at the thighs of the furry bear. Your lips started around the tip, swirling your tongue around it before sinking your entire mouth upon it, just like you were taught. "That's it, kiddo, you're doing such a good job." His whispers pressed against your ear, feeling his bulge pressed against your arm. You knew you weren't allowed his cock until you performed for him, so you kept going.

Once he was satisfied, his fingers pressed under your chin to lightly raise it from the toy, his eyes locked on yours. "Now be a good girl and ride the teddy for dad." His orders were clear, moving to sit on your bed, waiting for you to act on his demands. You didn't hesitate, moving your body until your cunt hovered over the toy, the tip teasing against your folds as you kept your eyes on him. "Thank you, dad. Thank you for this new toy." He nodded, his smirk was wicked and lustful as his zipper pushed down until his cock was freed from its confides.

Your cunt pushed down as his hand did across his own cock, perfectly in time, both of your moans slipping out in perfect sync. His fingers wrapped confidently around his cock, pumping it slowly as his eyes were filled with you riding the teddy. Your cunt sunk around the strap effortlessly, every inch filling you inside. "Slowly baby girl, slowly. I want you to enjoy it as much as I am."

Your hips slowed down, enough for his pleasure, watching his head nod up and down in silent praise, his cock throbbing against his hand with each stroke. "Dad, can I please go a little faster?" You whine out, expecting him to say no, but he just lets another moan slip, nodding as he was lost in euphoria. You decided to ride it faster for him, the soft wet noises filling your ears. "I don't need porn when I have my own little pornstar here." He groaned out, his comment only made you push down harder on the toy.

He was coming undone, you could tell by the way he was panting, the way his strokes became more desperate, you needed to finish him. Your neck cranes back, doubling down the efforts on the teddy, moaning louder just how he liked it. "Please, please cum for me! Please dad!" A gasp hitched in his throat causing a shift in noises as one last thrust occurred on his length. His cum thrusted from the tip of his cock, splattering across his stomach and chest, leaving him completely spent.

You knew you weren't allowed to cum without his permission, so your body kept riding, kept sinking up and down across your new favourite toy until his eyes met yours again. "Oh I love you, little one." Your cock drunk smile played across your lips, nodding in time with the motion of your hips. "I-I love you too...please...p-please let me cum..." Your cries only made him smile, not responding to you until you started whimpering for him, desperately.

"Okay, darling, you can cum now." His benevolence was blissful, feeling the waves crashing down on you as your cunt slammed down one last time. Your head pushed back, your eyes following suit into your eyelids as your body convulsed on the toy, your thighs gripping around the plush bear as you gave him what you both wanted. "Oh dad...yes, fuck...I mean...yes dad." Your words were barely forming a coherent sentence before you collapsed upon the bed, your head resting against his feet.

"Oh, baby, you did such a good job for me." His fingers returned to your hair once again. "I'm so proud of you." Your smile returned again as you nuzzled into his feet, kissing gently upon his ankles. "Thank you. Thank you. I love you dad." Your shaky voice was like butter to him, his body folding over to place a small kiss upon the top of your head. "I love you too, princess."