Sitting in my college advisor’s office at the end of the semester. He’d flirted with me all year, and I was too naive to tell him to stop. Now his middle aged body was leaning over me on his sofa, making me nervous and needy as he coaxes me;

at first, it only observed your sleeping body from the cabinet, not risking to come out and scare you off, but as the time went by, it basically shared a bed with you all night.

tentacle monster who couldn’t hold itself when your see through panties were peeking out from the oversized t-shirt you slept in, barely covering anything, especially not the small wet patch formed on the material.

what kind of dreams were you even having?

it’s tentacles slowly crept up your legs, skipping over your pussy for now, pulling your shirt up to expose your tits.

the slimy suckers gently played with your flesh, circling around your perked nipples before latching on them. they sucked on your tits, desperately, like they were trying to milk you, your soft and barely audible whines giving the monster the confirmation it needed.

sweet thing like you, was surely enjoying dirty things being done to her.

the other tentacles explored your entire body, wrapping themselves around the soft skin of your plush thighs, gripping your waist tight enough to leave bruises, enveloping you entirely in its slimy limbs.

your panties were soaked now, soft mewls echoing from your lips.

you felt the uncomfortable wetness between your thighs when you woke up, unsure what happened, even after you saw all the circle-shaped hickeys littered on your skin, each different shades of red.

I start moaning his name and grabbing at him. I know he will think I'm just scared and begging for comfort. He tries to hug me for reassurance and I moan in his ear. I feel his crotch twitch against me as I sink my nails in his back and push some of my weight against it.

He can't look me in the eyes anymore. I'm barely conscious and now he's thinking about having sex with me. He feels ashamed that he let his mind wander there during such a traumatic moment for me. He places me in bed and as he's withdrawing he notices my skirt flipped up, revealing my crotch. There's no hiding that I'm wet. There's a sticky spot thick with my juices on panties.

The message is just a video attachment that you open up to find that it's just a video of you laying on your bed taking my cock.

You don't remember this every happening, but it's for sure you. You remember the one night we both went out to drinks, but there's just that chunk of memory you forgot.

You were told that you were too drunk and passed out and you believed it like the dumb whore you are.

The video continues with you just barely conscious enough to make noises that can only be done by a broken whore and be obidedient to my orders.

"Tighten your stupid hole"

"You like this dont you?"

"For being drugged up, your body sure is honest on what it wants"

You can see that your body is covered in cum. It's leaking from your holes, in your chest, hair, and stomach.

"You wanna cum dont you?"

You can see that you suddenly snap back to life in the video, nodding your head like a rabid animal

"Y-Yesh sirr~" you manage out

My hands creep their way from your collarbone and around your neck and clamp down suddenly. Your body instinctively puts its hands around my wrists as you hear the sounds of your choking come through your phone.

The thrusting picks up more violently, and each time it slams into you, a pathetic noise comes out of you. Finally, you see your body start twitching violently as your back starts to arch and you wrap your legs around my hip.

You can see more cup drip out of you as you can assume I dump more into you.

Your body let's go of me as the camera gets picked up and brought closer to your face as the thing that was just inside of you is placed upon your mouth.

"Clean it"

Dress, shoes, panties - all of it laid out perfectly for her.

There was a note signed by her mom telling her to put the outfit on because they were going out.

While it seemed a little childish, it could have been part of the fun. She put on the ensemble and walked out to find her mom.

She searched the common areas like the living room and kitchen first before heading to her parents room.

Looking inside she only found her dad at his computer.

“Hey, dad, do you know where mom is?” Her father looks over and his eyebrows raise high as he stares at Sadie for a moment.

He shakes his head softly before looking up at her face. “She went out.”

Sadie frowned lightly. “Oh, she told me to put this on because she was going out so I thought she meant we were gonna go out together.” Sadie spins on her heels, making way to take off the dress, but her father calls out lightly.

“Sadie, come here, sweetheart.” She reacts on instinct, striding over to her father as he twists in his chair.

“Yes, dad?” He grabs at her hips and brings her slightly closer, making her gasp out.

“Call me, daddy, Sadie. I know that’s what happens at night when you touch yourself anyways.”

Sadie froze. Her entire body ran cold while her face went up in flames, blooming red from embarrassment.

How did he know? She barely whispered it.

What the hell was happening right now?

She feels her father’s hands dip as they grab onto her ass, pulling her to sit over onto his desk. She couldn’t react, still too shocked by the turn of events.

“You’re such a good little girl. Your mommy decided it was time for your reward. She told me to have fun tonight and I didn’t have the slightest idea that she set the plan in motion.”

Sadie looks down with eyes that could only be described as a deer caught in headlights size.

Her mother knew? Her mother started this?

“Dad, I don’t know what’s going on, please.” She squirms on the desk, feeling his hands crawl up her thighs and lift her dress up, exposing her panty covered pussy to her father.

He took a second before smacking her on that pussy making her shriek out of shock and slight sting. “I told you to call me, daddy, little girl. Now will you listen?”

The tears finally started to form in her eyes while she nodded her head slightly.

Her wet dreams at night always included an older man, it wasn’t necessarily her father but she couldn’t get off unless she was moaning out daddy for this faceless man.

Now, she realizes, she was envisioning her father. As she looks down at him lightly rubbing her covered slit, she starts to get wet and her belly gets hot from the arousal.

She was disgusting, but she was so turned on that she didn’t know what to do.

Sadie isn’t paying attention so when her father grabs onto her tit she jumps, making her free tit bounce.

“These got so nice and big for me over the years. You became such a pretty and good little doll.”

These are the things the daddy in her fantasies would say. The things she’s wanted to hear, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

She feels her dad stop the movements all together before she runs his hand down, grasping her nipple and squeezing tightly.

“You’re such a whore! We’ve barely started and you’re already moaning when you were asking me to stop not a few minutes ago.” Sadie’s face became red once more and tears sprung back into her eyes.

“No, no, daddy, please.” She started pleading, for what she didn’t even know.

He continued to assault her nipples, letting her cunt get wet in her panties from the pain and humiliation he knows she likes.

His wife had overheard her playing over a year ago and ever since then, they’ve been preparing for this moment. The little nanny cams that they placed in her room helped them hear all the degrading things she says and see all the nasty things she watches.

The one thing that was for sure?

She always, always came for daddy. Whether she was asking him to fill her, hit her, or cum on her, it was always addressed to daddy.

The amount of times he and his wife have fucked to her moans and whines is a number too high to figure out.

Now, here she was, moaning and whining just like he and his wife knew she would.

“I’m going to treat you just like how you’ve wanted, babygirl. You’re going to feel this thick daddy cock fill every single hole, while I spank that ass and clit, leaving you raw and sore. You’re going to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm until you can’t make a coherent sentence. You’ve wanted this little girl. I know you want this. You wanna know how I know?”

Before she even had time to process the question, Sadie found his finger shoved deeply in her sopping wet pussy.

“Your cunt is drooling with need like a dirty girl, don’t worry honey, I know just the thing.” He yanks her panties off and sticks them in her mouth, eliciting another mown from his nasty daughter.

Before she could say anything, he’s brought her down onto his lap, twisting and coordinating until he had Sadie draped across his knees, bare ass and pussy in the air.

“Time to learn your lesson little girl. Still have to punish you for not calling me daddy those times.” With no warning, he struck down on her ass making her job.

Bend me over because you aren't sure if my little pussy is even fuckable. I'm so shy and embarrassed but when you tell me to open my legs and spread my pussy lips with my hands I do it.

It's even more embarrassing that my little fuckhole gets all wet, as you randomly push your fingers knuckles deep inside me to test how good I could take your big cock because you are not sure if it'll even fit.

A moan slips out of me as you test how puffy and pink my clit is and how good my clenching pussy is.

When you are ready you give my little pussy a grade and go to the next one to inspect.

All tucked in? Very snug?

“Mhm. Yes, Sir.”

Okay, then. Goodnight, little slut.

“But… Sir?”

Yes?

“But Sir…”

Yes, what is it?

“I’m very achy.”

Oh, you are? My poor little girl. Is it your shoulders?

“Sirrr.”

No? Is it your back? Your feet?

“Sir, no! You know what it is.”

Wait… you mean I know, but you don’t?

“No… I know it, too.”

Oh, okay. Then go ahead and say it.

“Sirr…”

Say it.

“It’s my, um… it’s… my cunt.”

The whole thing, please, squirmy girl.

“Nnnngh. Sir my cunt is very aching!”

There, you see, little slut? That wasn’t hard at all.

“No, Sir, it was hard. And making me say it and calling me slut makes it even more aching.”

I know, I know, but that’s okay! We edged you very hard, so it makes sense that it’s gonna feel very achy down there.

“Yes, but Sir it always does it. You make it ache so much every night!”

I know. I really love our bedtime edges.

But Sir, you always edge me so hard and sometimes you use the little back hole and then make me do my good girl cleanups, and… and it just makes me so so so needy, Sir!”

It sounds very nice to me.

“But… but then it’s bedtime and I have to lay down and be all done touching and it’s just… it’s…”

It’s just a leaky, drippy, aching cunt. I know, little one. I like you to feel that way every night. That’s what it feels like to be mine. Those are being owned feelings.

“They are?”

Mhm. Well, for being owned by me they are. Probably other girls feel other ways for their owners.

“So, you like it to ache?”

Yes, I do. Very much. It’s a very special feeling that I’ve given you. Most girls never get to feel so needy like you feel.

“Really?”

Really. Do you remember how we talked about that, when we took your orgasms away?

“Yes, Sir, I think so.”

What did we talk about?

“About… about how come my edges feel so so nice and how girls who cum don’t ever get to feel edges like mine.”

That’s right! They think they’re lucky because they get to cum whenever they want to, but you’re the lucky one, because you get such big edges that go on and on and on and such a big special ache for your cunt every night. Every night you get to have our special feeling down there! That’s so special.

“Yes, Sir, it is special.”

That’s my girl. Just remember, when you feel so achy in your little cunt, just remember how special it really is, and how you’ve got a Sir who cared enough to take your orgasms away and make your edges so much nicer than regular girls ever get to feel.

“I will, Sir. My ache feels more special already. Only…”

What is it, my little one?

“Is it okay if my ache makes me a little squirmy sometimes?”

Yes, as long as it’s just a little squirmy. You still need to sleep, and I don’t want you touching or humping that little cunt without my permission.

“No, Sir. Just little squirming. Just sometimes.”

Then yes, that’s okay.

“Thank you, Sir. And thank you so much for giving me such a special ache.”

“What happened to all that posturing? You are so confident until you get wet” you ran a finger up my slit and I jumped, mumbled moaning in anticipation. My eyes wide and angry, trying to wriggle out of the fuzzy black and sliver cuffs attached to my ankles. “Thought you said….what was it?” You mused slowly pacing around my backside and out of my view. “Something like…” a sting shoots on my right ass cheek, I squeeze my eyes close as I try and cry out, only to be choked by my own split. Nostrils flaring I pull against every restraint on me.

“You said you didn’t think I could catch you? Was that was it was?” You chuckle while waking back to be in front if me. Dragging your finger and my cum over my ass, down my back, and around to lift my chin. “You arch so well for me love, doing such a good job at everything Im making you do… so pretty baby” Sitting down on the leather chair you open your legs wide, fully dressed studying my face. Looking directly into my eyes. Defiant on every feature of my face, I won’t give up, I will win. Leaning back and placing the riding crop to lean against the side.

Of course she had some limits when she started. First, she’d only show her tits, pinching and groping and teasing for the camera. She vowed to keep her pussy off screen… But then, one night, she slipped. It felt too right to obey. Too right to give him what he wanted. To be his whore. His sick, gross little pornstar spreading her cunt for the camera. Then he made her finger herself. Calling herself names and showing off her insides. A stranger looking inside her. Laughing at her. Calling her a whore.

She threw up afterwards, sobbing in the bathroom. Shame doubling her over, fingers shaking as she desperately rubbed her swollen cunt. Gasping for breath as she came over and over to the humiliation of what she’d just done. Eyes coming back into focus, only to see the mess she’d made, her little cunt gushing everywhere. She’d never cum that hard before in her life.

After that, it only got worse. Now she fucked herself on command. Smacked herself, wrote on herself, choked herself with a belt as they degraded her to each shuddering orgasm. She was porn. A broken thing for men to use, sobbing and shaking as she plunged a plug in and out of her freshly gaped asshole on camera. She let them see her face, flushed and filthy with her own drool and wetness as she fingerfucked her sloppy throathole for approval. And after each session she’d pass out, fingers still buried in her cunt, addicted to the adrenaline of being their porn.

Each twisted act and broken boundary only fueled her need, until finally, in a fit of desperation, she broke down and told one of them her address. He barely acknowledged it, and she wasn’t sure he heard, but when she woke up with a hand over her mouth six months later, she realized that it was always going to come to this.

Finally settling down after rounds of different scenes just to pin them under my weight and hold them like a stuffed animal on my cock, letting them whine and squirm at the fullness in their belly from holding all of the constant loads i’ve rutted back inside until they stop and just accept it. Forcing them feel dazed and bred while going in and out of consciousness to a mixture of soft kisses and sweet words, like how I can’t leave yet because they just feel so good around me and what a precious fuckmutt they’ve been for my cock.

Every morning I bend over and get looked into a tiny cage, so all that sticks out are my butt and my pussy and my dangling boobies.

Whenever a customer wants to try a toy for their efficiency they can test it on me and see how wet a pussy can get and if the toy can make a tiny pathetic pussy cum all over it.

The employees always recommend to stuff both of my holes just to see what a potential purchase of two toys can do to a girl like me.

Just sit on it while he’s holding a vibrator against my cute tiny clit.

Him feeling my wetness running down his cock while my whimpers get more and more pathetic.

Want him to call me his cute and adorable sweet little slut while im cumming on his thick cock over and over again.

And even when I wanna get up because it’s too much I don’t, because I know he’s not done with me.