I’m Not Your Wife, I’m Your Daughter pts 1 & 2

Horseback riding. That’s where I was. When I closed my eyes, that’s where my mind took me. Doing my best, but never quite fully succeeding, in convincing myself that my thighs were actually hugging a saddle. That my body was moving up and down, matching the steady strides of a horse taking me far, far away. But every time I came close to convincing myself that I actually was being taken away on a horse, his thrusts would outpace my stallion’s hooves, and then my savior would disappear from my mind as my captor flooded my womb, and I succumbed to my reality.

It’s such a surreal sensation, remembering when I used to “feel.” Now I feel nothing. I don’t imagine my horse. I don’t try to escape. No. Now I just lie here, on my back, legs spread, staring at the moon outside our window, as your hips thrust into me, and eventually fill the empty shell of a human you created.

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I was 16 the first time you crept into my room, thinking I was asleep. But I wasn’t. Petrified and frozen, I felt your fingers gently touching me. I heard your breath catch in your throat as you climaxed. I smelled your cum as it soaked into my panties. Apparently raising me by yourself had finally taken its toll on you.

The next night, your lust could no longer be contained and my scream as you ripped thru my hymen startled you. I fought with all my might but you’re so big and I’m so petite, so keeping me subdued with your body weight on my back and your hand around my mouth was nothing to you. Oddly enough, all I remember is your whispering voice in my ear, pleading.. “please baby girl…please…daddy just needs this one time….just one time baby girl…please…”

Though your words did little to comfort me, I almost, ALMOST felt a shred of pity for you for a very brief moment. But reality snapped back into place as your thrusts became more pointed and a few grunts later, your seed was flooding my unprotected pussy, despite my continued struggles.

You didn’t give in to your lust for another week. In fact, you carried on as if it never happened and you acted so incredibly normal, I genuinely wondered if it was just a really realistic nightmare. And then, exactly one week later, you caved under the pressure of your needs, and I woke up once more with a scream as the head of your rock hard cock plunged into the tiny opening of my cervix. But this time you were prepared, and your hand muffled my scream before it rang from my throat.

I began the useless struggle against your weight on my back again, and your pleas as you tried to fully subdue me were less pitiful and more forceful this time. Finally, and with quick succession, your free hand moved to my throat, freeing up the hand covering my mouth to pull one of my knees up, effectively giving your hips the room to force your remaining inches inside me. I tried to scream again but your massive hand cinched around my throat rendering my vocal cords useless.

You held your cock deep inside me as you made slight adjustments to get comfortable, leaving my poor battered cervix stretched around the first few inches of your shaft. I could feel your staggered breath at my ear as you pressed your cheek to the back left side of my head, relaxing your grip on my throat a little. You finally acknowledge my sobs by gently whispering “shhhhh” in my ear and stroking my throat with your thumb. “Just be a good girl for daddy…please baby…just be a good girl….”

You slowly start pulling your hips back, “…daddy needs this…”

And then push back in, “…daddy needs you…”

Again, this does nothing for my tears. “Daddy ple-!”

You don’t say anything, you just flex your fingers again, closing my throat and continuing your thrusts. And at the end of every thrust is a little extra “umph” ensuring the first few inches of your shaft penetrate my cervix. After several minutes of this, I can barely take it anymore. And as soon as I notice that you’re so lost in your thrusts and your hands are more and more relaxed, I take my chance.

My elbow cracks hard against your temple, knocking you out of your lustful stupor and I start struggling again. “Get the FUCK off me!!” But this was all I managed to accomplish before you quickly regained control, turning me on my side and forcing my throat to bear the full weight of your upper body. Your cock never even left my pussy.

You grab my shoulder with your free hand and simultaneously pull me into your hips as you thrust them into me, violating my poor cervix with each stroke. You never open your eyes to look at me, as you plead with me thru gritted teeth, ignoring my hands around your wrist. And just as my vision begins to get fuzzy, you slam into me a final time harder than you ever have and your orgasm literally takes your breath away and your eyes roll to the back of your head as your cock pumps a massive load directly into my uterus.

It was again a week later when you assaulted me for the 3rd time. But this time was different….

I woke up to you rolling me over from my stomach to my back. Seeing an advantage to fighting back for once, my brain told my limbs to move, however I quickly learned that that communication was being blocked somehow. You begin removing my shorts but never make eye contact.

“You know baby, I learned something about myself. See, for me, its definitely about the control, but not so much about the struggle. I need to control you. I need to own you.”

I swear my heart is going to beat clean thru my chest..

“I need you to obey. I need you to let daddy take what’s his.” You gently lay my limp body back down after removing my tank top and cup my cheek in your hand as you lean over me.

“Don’t worry baby. This isn’t permanent. It’s a drug that was supposed to be a muscle relaxer slash sedative, but it never made the market because it only caused temporary paralysis of the skeletal muscles. No relaxing or sedating effects. But luckily for me, the research lab still has copious amounts after cutting the trial short, and it’s exactly what I need.”

You release my cheek and my face falls to the side allowing me to only see you thru my periphery as I stare at the wall across the room.