Desperate Whore

“Reframing?”

“Yes. It’s a technique trauma survivors such as yourself tend to find quite helpful. When you reframe a traumatic incident, it can help you work past it. Usually done in a safe setting,” he gestures to his peaceful office, “with a person you feel safe with,” he gestured to himself, “you recount the traumatic event, and go through it in a play-by-play, acting it out, and working through all the tough, scary feelings that come up as you face it.”

“Oh…” the worry and confusion on your face settles at the explanation, “I guess that makes sense…. How do you do it?”

Slowly standing up, his hand came to his tie, loosening it. Dropping down to his belt buckle. “How does a demonstration sound?”

That’s how you ended up here— your cheek pushed into the carpet, pants ripped down. The speed he set is bruising. “Tell me again— how many times did he fill you up?”

He slaps your ass when he doesn’t get a response. When you finally sob out a wrecked, “t-three!” He pets your hair affectionately. His pace never relenting.

“Then I’ll fill you three times. Remember, reframing is all about repetition— fuck,” his hips stutter, before continuing, “repeat the trauma. Tell the story again.”

“I-I don’t want to—“

“You need to. You need to. Go ahead and start at the beginning, when did it happen? Tell me.”

“W-when I was…. Ah! Walking home…”

“How did he grab you?” His fingers knot in your hair.

“He— he grabbed my, my hair…” another sob shakes your body. “Then he pulled me into the bushes, a-and… started touching me…”

“How did he touch you?”

“Pushed me down, and… ah, put his… his hand down my pants, and mounted me…. Like, like a dog….”

“Fuck,” he mutters breathlessly, stopping to grind deep inside you, “like a dog. Like you’re some bitch in heat. That’s what you were, were you not?”

“No!”

“Yes, yes you are. You needed it, too. Say it. Say you needed it. Reframe it.”

“I…. I needed it…”

“Again.”

“I needed it.”

“Good job. Say it again, louder this time.” These soundproofed walls are such a blessing.

“I needed it!”

“What did you need?”

“I needed him to fuck my holes!”

“Fuck!” He lays over you, crushing you under his weight as he humps your little hole, filling it up with his cum. His cock throbbing as it pumps load after heavy load deep inside you. “Yes! Yes you fucking did! You need your stupid holes filled up all the time, don’t you? Yeah, you’re made to take cock. Made to be a perfect little cum dump. Fucking— fuck, take it. Take it.”

Your hour long session turned into two, then three. He assures you when it’s all over that it’s completely normal for reframing to take so long. He even schedules your next appointment for the same length of time, insisting that delving even deeper next time will be just the right thing for you.

my brother found my lube in my drawer in our shared bathroom. i was using it to help use tampons for the first time. he came barging into my room screaming and raging upset that i have this. 'why do you have this' 'you're too young to have sex' 'are you a fucking slut?' and not believing me when i tell him in a virgin and it's an honest mistake so he has to rape me to really see if i still have my hymen. he says he'll stop if he sees blood on his cock but instead the sight makes him rape me harder than before knowing her took his little sister virginity

The door to her bedroom flew open with a violent crash, the sound ricocheting off the walls like a gunshot. She jolted upright in bed, her heart pounding in her chest, her book slipping from her hands and thudding to the floor. He stood there, silhouetted in the doorway, his chest heaving, his face twisted into something she barely recognized. In his hand, he clutched the small bottle of lube she’d left in the bathroom drawer earlier that day. Her stomach dropped.

“What the hell is this?” he demanded, his voice raw, almost guttural. She could see the veins in his neck bulging, his knuckles white as he squeezed the bottle tighter. The air in the room thickened, suffocating her. She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off before she could even form a word. “Don’t you dare lie to me. Why do you have this? Are you fucking someone? Are you a slut?”

Her voice came out small, trembling. “No, I—it’s not what you think. I’ve never—” She tried to explain, but he wasn’t listening. He took a step forward, his presence looming, filling the room with a tension that made her skin crawl. She could see the anger in his eyes, the disbelief, and something else—something darker, more primal.

“You’re too young for this shit,” he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re my little sister. I’m supposed to protect you, not watch you throw yourself at some guy who doesn’t give a damn about you. But here you are, lying to my face. You think I don’t know what this is for? You think I’m stupid?”

She shook her head frantically, her hands clutching the sheets for some semblance of stability. “It’s for tampons! I swear, it’s just—I’ve never used them before, and it hurt, so I—” Her voice broke, tears welling in her eyes. “Please, you have to believe me. I’m still a virgin.”

He laughed then, a cold, bitter sound that sent a chill down her spine. “A virgin? Really? You expect me to believe that? You’re lying through your teeth.” He took another step closer, his eyes narrowing as he studied her like she was some kind of puzzle he needed to solve. “You know, there’s only one way to be sure.”

Her blood ran cold. “What are you—”

Before she could finish, he was on her, his hands grabbing her wrists, pinning them above her head with an iron grip. She struggled, panic surging through her veins, but he was stronger, his weight crushing her into the mattress. “I’ll stop if I see blood,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear. “But if I don’t… then I’ll know you’ve been lying to me this whole time.”

She cried out, her voice a desperate plea, but it was no use. He was already pulling at her clothes, his movements rough, almost frenzied. She tried to kick, to fight, but he was too strong, his body pressing down on hers, trapping her in place. The tears streamed down her face as the reality of what was happening hit her like a tidal wave. This wasn’t just a threat. This wasn’t just him trying to scare her. He was going to do it. He was going to—

The pain was sharp, instantaneous, and she let out a strangled cry, her body instinctively trying to pull away. But he didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. His face was inches from hers, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her stomach churn. “See? If you were a virgin, there’d be blood by now. But there’s nothing. You’re just a fucking liar.”

She sobbed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please… please stop…”

But he didn’t. If anything, he seemed to grow more frenzied, his movements more violent, more relentless. Her body shook with each thrust, the pain radiating through her, but it was the look in his eyes that truly broke her. There was no remorse, no hesitation. Just a sick, twisted satisfaction as he stared down at her, his lips curling into a cruel smile. “I knew it,” he muttered, his voice low and guttural. “I knew you were lying.”

She turned her face away, unable to look at him, the tears streaming down her cheeks. But he grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Look at me,” he snarled, his grip tightening. “Look at me while I take what’s mine.”

She tried to shut her eyes, to block out the horror of it, but he wouldn’t let her. He kept going, harder, faster, until the bedframe creaked and the headboard slammed against the wall. And then, finally, she saw it. The blood. It was there, staining the sheets, proof of what he’d taken from her. Proof of her innocence.

But instead of stopping, his eyes darkened, his breathing growing heavier. “You were a virgin,” he said, his voice thick with something she couldn’t quite place. “But you’re not anymore. And now…” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Now you’re mine.”

And with that, he fucked her harder than before, the sound of his grunts filling the room as he claimed her in the most twisted, violating way possible. She lay there, broken, her body trembling, her mind shutting down as he took everything from her. The tears kept falling, but she didn’t make a sound. Not anymore. There was no point. He’d won.

It started small, smoking weed in the house. Then watching porn on the tv in the living room. He’d just jerk it right there, no caring if his brother walked by or saw. Some stupid dominance act he assumed. He tried his best to ignore it, even when his brother started walking around naked but then he got touchy.

He’d press against him from behind, his hard cock pressing into his ass as he reached for something on the top shelf. He’d lay his legs over him on the couch. Even snuck into his room and jerked off in his bed, leaving the mess for his little brother to find and clean. He’s a fucking perv.

And maybe he should have ignored it because all confronting him got was a cock forced down his throat. His nose pinched shut so he had no choice but to open wide and let his throat be used like a toy, spit pooling down his chin. The fucker came down his throat in long hot spurts but it wasn’t enough. He had to shove him down in the bed and fuck him open on his stupidly big cock, shoved it so deep inside him it bruised his guts, he was sure of it.

“Fuckin little slut…fuckin love your big bros cock huh? Love being filled with cum don’t you?”

He’d already cum inside him three times, made him cum on his cock twice. His little brother was lightheaded and dazed, barely had any fight left in him. When he felt his brothers thumbs pushing in next to his cock, stretching him wider than he already was, all he could do was whine. He’d never felt so full in his fucking life and the sounds of cum being fucked so deep into him made his eyes roll back.

“Reframing?”

“Yes. It’s a technique trauma survivors such as yourself tend to find quite helpful. When you reframe a traumatic incident, it can help you work past it. Usually done in a safe setting,” he gestures to his peaceful office, “with a person you feel safe with,” he gestured to himself, “you recount the traumatic event, and go through it in a play-by-play, acting it out, and working through all the tough, scary feelings that come up as you face it.”

“Oh…” the worry and confusion on your face settles at the explanation, “I guess that makes sense…. How do you do it?”

Slowly standing up, his hand came to his tie, loosening it. Dropping down to his belt buckle. “How does a demonstration sound?”

That’s how you ended up here— your cheek pushed into the carpet, pants ripped down. The speed he set is bruising. “Tell me again— how many times did he fill you up?”

He slaps your ass when he doesn’t get a response. When you finally sob out a wrecked, “t-three!” He pets your hair affectionately. His pace never relenting.

“Then I’ll fill you three times. Remember, reframing is all about repetition— fuck,” his hips stutter, before continuing, “repeat the trauma. Tell the story again.”

“I-I don’t want to—“

“You need to. You need to. Go ahead and start at the beginning, when did it happen? Tell me.”

“W-when I was…. Ah! Walking home…”

“How did he grab you?” His fingers knot in your hair.

“He— he grabbed my, my hair…” another sob shakes your body. “Then he pulled me into the bushes, a-and… started touching me…”

“How did he touch you?”

“Pushed me down, and… ah, put his… his hand down my pants, and mounted me…. Like, like a dog….”

“Fuck,” he mutters breathlessly, stopping to grind deep inside you, “like a dog. Like you’re some bitch in heat. That’s what you were, were you not?”

“No!”

“Yes, yes you are. You needed it, too. Say it. Say you needed it. Reframe it.”

“I…. I needed it…”

“Again.”

“I needed it.”

“Good job. Say it again, louder this time.” These soundproofed walls are such a blessing.

“I needed it!”

“What did you need?”

“I needed him to fuck my holes!”

“Fuck!” He lays over you, crushing you under his weight as he humps your little hole, filling it up with his cum. His cock throbbing as it pumps load after heavy load deep inside you. “Yes! Yes you fucking did! You need your stupid holes filled up all the time, don’t you? Yeah, you’re made to take cock. Made to be a perfect little cum dump. Fucking— fuck, take it. Take it.”

Your hour long session turned into two, then three. He assures you when it’s all over that it’s completely normal for reframing to take so long. He even schedules your next appointment for the same length of time, insisting that delving even deeper next time will be just the right thing for you.

💕

This is?? So fucking hot??? Oh my god anon

A warm, heavy body draped over your back, settled between your legs. A thick, meaty cock settled deep inside you, twitching occasionally.

Panic overwhelms your poor sleepy brain, but before you can make a noise, a big hand clamps over your mouth. To your horror, you realize the cock inside you is soft, and the space between you two is sticky. “Shhh baby, daddy’s got you, it’s okay.”

The soreness in your lower back and cunt was starting to become obvious as he started to move, his cock hardening, growing inside you as he humped you.

“Stay quiet for daddy, I’m not nearly done with you yet.” Pulling out fully, he pushed his fat tip against your gaping hole, pushing back in slowly. Groaning the whole way. Giving you no time to adjust— why would he? You’ve already taken at least two of his loads. You can take another.

“Be quiet now,” he grunted as he thrust his cock into her wet little pussy for the first time that afternoon.

“Can’t let Mommy… hear what a… dirty little girl… you’re being for Daddy,” he whispered between strokes as he got deeper and deeper inside his babygirl.

Her sweet whimpers made his gut tighten. His cock growing even harder inside the slick walls of her little cunt as it gripped him.

Sucked him.

“Daddy needs it… needs your little pussy,” he moaned into her neck as he pumped inside her faster, her small bed creaking as the strength of his thrust increased.

“Daddy,” she cried out when he reached under her body and stroked her swollen wet clit with his fingers. He captured her mouth with his, trying to silence her as they both voiced their pleasure.

Her wet little pussy was getting tighter around his cock with every circle his fingers made around her clit. Her cunt slurping at his length, tugging at him and trying to pull his cock toward her womb as his babygirl got closer to coming.

“That’s my girl… squeeze Daddy’s cock… make Daddy cum,” he forced his cock through her tightening walls, the head hitting against his babygirl’s womb. Her little pussy was driving him crazy with the need to fill her belly with his seed. The thought of her swollen with his child making his balls draw up closer to his body and his cock throb harder inside her.

“Give Daddy a baby,” he growled next to her ear as he stabbed his cock in full length strokes into her cunt.

He slapped his hand over her mouth to muffle her cries when he felt the first contraction of her cunt around his shaft. Within seconds his cock was spurting seed filled cum against the mouth of her womb as he rammed into her clenching, sucking little hole. The bed banged against the wall as he jammed every inch inside her.

“Little cunt… sucking my cum… into your belly… making a baby… fuckkkk,” he growled as his gut clinched and another spurt of cum filled his little girl’s cunt before he fell on top of her, enjoying the quivers going through the slick walls that surrounded his shaft.

He took his hand away from her mouth and kissed her deep, her tongue teasing his before they broke apart.

“Daddy’s good babygirl,” he said to her, kissing her again, unable to stop his hips from pushing against her several more times before slowly pulling out of her warm, cum filled hole.

“Don’t take it out,” she murmured, contracting around him.

“Daddy’s sorry, babygirl,” he lightly kissed her lips as he pushed two fingers into her leaking cunt hole. He pulled them out, coated in his cum and pushed them into her mouth.

“Can’t risk fucking your little cum sucking pussy anymore right now, babygirl, but once Mommy goes to sleep tonight Daddy will be back to fuck more baby seed into your little belly.”

Well. I didn’t go into her room the next night. Or the night after that.

I was trying my hardest to not continue what I had started. Looking at her throughout each day. Wondering if the cum I had put inside her the other night was going to knock her up.

I imagined the confusion she would have as her belly would grow, as her tits started to swell . I had scared myself from going back into her room. I was afraid of what I’d do next. In my mind it was inevitable that I’d eventually steal her virginity. And inevitable that I’d be able to keep myself from cumming inside her again. The worry of her getting pregnant didn’t stop be from jacking myself off to thoughts of her multiple times a day though. I’ve never mastuebated as much as I had the past few days. Not even as a teenager. But. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I couldn’t stop thinking about fingering her. Touching her. About what it would feel like to feel her young tight cunt on my dick.

I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop. But I was trying. I knew I had to.

But apparently two days was the maximum about of time I could go without playing with my daughter in her sleep.

Tonight was different. When I went to her room. The light was off. And so was her television.

When I walked in I turned on the light. She was asleep. And her blanket was on the floor. I turned the light back off and closed the door to her room behind me and turned the lock.

There was some light coming through the window from the street lamps. Enough to see her as I walked to the bed pushing down my boxers, taking out my cock and stroking it.

I was already rock hard. I had been for the last half hour. Thinking about her. Laying in bed trying to ignore my dick. To ignore the disgusting thoughts in my head of the things I wanted to do to her.

I climbed up onto the bed. With less care than the other nights , not afraid of my weight shifting on the bed as I spread her legs and curled my fingers around the crotch of her panties pulling them to the side in the dark.

“You know what daddy has to do , don’t you baby?” I whispered to her as she slept.

It was the only solution. Or at least it’s what I had convinced myself to believe. That the only way I could stop. Would be to take it. To take her virginity. Once I accomplished that. Surely. I’d be satisfied.

I pushed my finger down and up into her. Rolling my eyes back as I get how warm and tight and wet her insides were. Like heaven.

I fingered her slowly. And whispered to her.

“Don’t worry. Daddy will be gentle. “

“Daddy needs to do this baby. “

“I love you baby. I need you to know how much daddy loves you”

I slid my fingers in and out, my cock aching to be inside her.

I moved my hand from between her legs , my fingers coming out wet. I spit in my hand and rubbed it over my cock.

“Jesus Christ….” I whispered. “I can’t believe you’re gonna let daddy fuck you baby…your pussy is going to be so fucking tight. “ I said to her as she still slept.

“Such a good girl” I said guiding my cock in the dark. Pushing the head of my cock along her pussy lips, down to her hole.

For a split second I thought about stopping. But I knew what I had to do. I had to fuck her.

I pushed carefully. Groaning at the resistance of her tight pussy.

“Oh god baby” I nudged my cock again. Still not pushing into her. “Fuck. You’re so tight” I said to her as she still slept. I held my cock and guided it again , holding it as I carefully nudged it into her.

“Ohfuck” I groaned feeling the head of my cock push up into her. “Oh god”

I couldn’t believe it. I was inside. Inside of the pussy I’d been craving and secretly fingering at night.

I held just the head inside as I pulled my hand from my cock and leaned over her , hovering. My cock still not going any further in just yet.

I had to prepare myself. Because I knew there was a chance she’d wake up. I knew this might be the thing that woke her.

I was right.

I pushed up into her slowly , groaning as I felt my cock being squeezed as it pushed up into her tight , virgin pussy. I only had about a second of uninterrupted pleasure before I felt her move and wake up with a yelp as I had pushed myself all the way inside.

“Daddy?!” She screeched and started to whine. I immediately clasped my hand over her mouth and drew my hips back and then pushed them back into her. Groaning as I felt her her hands try to push me off and her body squirming. Groaning at her tight cunt , squeezing me even tighter as she panicked.

“Shhhhhhh” I said. Knowing I had made a huge fucking mistake. But in the moment. She felt too good. And there was no point in stopping. She’d already woken up. She’d already found her daddy ontop of her and inside her.

She screamed into my palm and jerked her body back and forth trying to move me off her as I lowered myself ontop of her. Still holding my hand over her mouth.

“Be quiet” I said in a loud whisper. “Be quiet baby. “ I could hear her trying to talk as she whined and cried into my palm. I held it tighter over her mouth.

In my fantasy. She wouldn’t be fighting it. She would instead beg me for it. Tell me how bad she needed her daddy to fuck her. This was not my fantasy. And I didn’t plan to force her in all the fantasies I’d had over the past few days. But….I did.

I was a monster.

“Don’t cry. It’s just daddy “ I said as I grunted , going fast, thrusting myself into her. Feeling her wet pussy coat my cock, feeling her hands grab at my arm as my hand covered her mouth.

“Shhhhhhhhhh” I said knowing I had to be hurting her, but I couldn’t stop. I wanted to. I didn’t want to hurt her. But her pussy was the tightest I’d ever felt. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop doing what I knew was an awful thing to do.

“Shhh daddy loves you” I groaned fucking her going faster as she squealed loudly into my hand. I could feel her tears on my hand.

I still didn’t stop.

“Don’t cry baby. Just relax. It’ll stop hurting. “ I said. “Quiet. Be quiet !” I whispered loudly.

“You’re going to wake up your mother!” I said finding myself frustrated that she wouldn’t just let me fuck her. Grabbing her face hard with my hand over my mouth. I found myself shaking her head as if to silence her.

“Shut up!” I whispered loudly “you’re going to get us both in trouble !” I said finding myself growing angry with her. For making me do this. I was blaming her for my desire to fuck her. Blaming her for “‘making” me rape her.

I knew it was the worst thing I could to do her. But I couldn’t stop myself. I apologized.

“I’m sorry baby” I said without stopping. “Daddy loves you baby “ I groaned feeling myself go harder on her , the sound of my cock fucking her filling the room with her cries and loud whimpers being muffled by my hand.

“Ungh..Daddy …loves you..so…fucking…much” I said between thrusts. Feeling how divine it felt to bury myself hard and fast into her cunt. She was screaming again.

“You need to be quiet!” I said “stop it!” “fucking stop it” I growled as I shook her face and glared at her.

“You’re going to get us caught “ I growled. Yes. I said us. As if she was a willing participant.

“Daddy thought you’d like it baby” I groaned. “he thought you’d like him fucking this tight pussy”

“You let me finger you….so let me just fuck you baby. ..be a big girl and let daddy fuck you right” I groaned. I knew she didn’t know I had fingered her. And I knew she didn’t LET me. But in my fantasy. She had. When I was doing it. I was imagining her wanting it. Letting me touch her.

“Oh god baby” I groaned as she still cried my hand slipping from her mouth. Long enough for her to yelp.

“”DADDY STOP!” She cried and I clapped my hand back over her mouth.

I was angry.

I slapped her face and grabbed it as she cried.

“Shut up!” I growled and covered her mouth again

I didn’t want to hurt her. But. She wouldn’t just let me fuck her. She wasn’t letting me enjoy her pussy the way it was meant to be enjoyed by the man lucky enough to take her virginity.

“You’re gonna let daddy fuck you!” I groaned. “Time to be a big girl. Stop that fucking crying and tell daddy you like it” I groaned moving my hand and grabbing her face leaving her mouth uncovered as she winced and cried and tried not to be loud and she whimpered.

“Tell daddy how his dick feels baby” I growled. “Do you like daddy fucking you? ..you better like it”

“Yes” she cried.

I felt an evil grin come over my face.

“Good girl. Does it hurt ? Does it hurt having daddy’s big dick up inside you?” I groaned.

“Yes” she cried.

“Mmmmm it’ll only hurt the first time “ I said. Realizing I had already made plans to do this again. That getting what I wanted was not the answer to stopping. But only made me immediately want to have her over and over again.

“Daddy” she cried “please stop “ she whimpered with a little “owww” as I groaned feeling it hit her hard and deep.

“Daddy isn’t going to stop. “ I told her.

“He can’t. “ I said.

“His baby’s pussy feels so good” I told her as I looked at her in the dark. Her face was wet with tears.

“If you tell anyone …” I said.

“I won’t” she cried. “Please just stop Daddy” she said pushing her hands onto my chest. I lifted myself up , still hovering over her , thrusting faster.

“Say please” I said.

“Please” she cried.

I imagined her please as one that was asking for more. And kept going.

“Keep saying it “ I groaned

“Please!” She whimpered “Please!”

“Please”

“Please”

“Please daddy!”

I groaned. “Yes baby, ugnhhhh fuck yea” I said still drilling into her. Not stopping. Each please bringing me closer and closer.

“Please!!” She shrieked and I felt my balls ready to empty themselves.

“Pleasedaddy!” She said pushing her hands against my chest and I groaned loudly as she kept giving me pleases as I started to cum.

I imagined her pleases as “please cum inside me” “pleasegive it to me daddy”. “Please fill me up daddy”

As my cum was shooting out into her I already felt the same regret that I did when I left a secret load inside her a few night earlier. Was I going to get her pregnant ? I don’t know.

But what it worth it to be able to cum deep up inside her? At that moment. It definitely was.

I groaned loudly and she seemed to realize what I had just done.

She cried. “Daddy no!”