Go be this man's pet.

From Create Your Own Story

The two of you get dressed, and you agree to go home with him and test the waters. It turns out this man is fairly wealthy. He treats you like a princess at first. He buys you all sorts of nice things, letting you come and go as you please, but gradually he gets more and more strict with you after hearing that you are pregnant. You form a sort of parent-child relationship with him as the father and you as the daughter. He used to let you come and go as you please. Now he has you in the house at strict hours or face punishment.

His name is Frank Black. He is two decades older than you, and a retired doctor.

It has been seven months since you met this man. Your belly is swollen with his bastard child. He impregnated you on the first try in the dressing room. The baby girl is due in a couple of months.

You have been out later than you are allowed to be, and now you are going home to his house.

Slowly, you walk towards the house. You don't see any lights on and let out a sigh of relief. Maybe he went to bed and won't know that you were out later then you were supposed to be. Gently, the door opens and inside you creep, your heels in one hand and your purse in the other. Up the stairs, one by one, nice and slow to avoid any creaking.

You pause when you reach the top of the steps to allow your eyes to adjust to the darkness and there you see him. Standing with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. "You are late," he says in a gruff voice.

A quick turn and you start back down the steps, only to feel his hand lash out and grab your hair, yank you backwards and drag you towards the room at the end of the hall. The room with the toys and equipment. A place where pleasure and punishment are doled out in equal amounts. You struggle as he throws you into the room and you stumble over the bench.

Pregnancy hormones get the best of you, and with a quick slap you lash out and smack him on the cheek. As soon as you do that, you realize your mistake. A fire lights in his eyes and he grabs you again, his hands like vises clamping down on you. Handcuffs appear as if from the air and you feel your arms expertly cuffed behind your back.

He picks you up as if your pregnant body weighs nothing and carries you to the bench. He sits down and places your struggling form across his lap, one hand gently rubbing your pregnant belly while the other slides your yoga pants down and then your satin panties follow.

His hand caresses your ass lovingly before pulling back and crashing down. Stinging pain races through your cheek as the hand pulls back again, raining down blow after blow. One moment passes, then two, then three. Your ass is bright red and you howl in pain as your ass burns, but your body betrays you. You can feel your hot pussy leaking, your wetness telling him all he needs to know...

"My, my, my," he says. "Look at the horny pregnant slut. Just dripping pussy juice down her legs."

He gently rubs your swollen tummy. Then his rough hands run up and down your slit, teasing your motherly clit and running gently over your swollen cunt lips.

Once again he picks you up like a rag doll, only to stand you on your feet, face pressed against the wall. You feel the cold touch of a knife blade as it gently kisses your skin, gliding over it. Slicing through your shirt and bra, reducing them to shreds, until all that is left of your clothing is a pile of rags at your feet.

His powerful hand wraps around your small throat and he presses you into the wall, his body enveloping yours, your hands forced against the fat bulge in his pants. You can almost feel his heartbeat pulsing through it.

Your world swirls a little as his hands press on your carotid arteries. With the skill of a professional he releases and your knees go weak. The slowing of blood, the hard cock in your hands, his manly scent filling your nostrils as he presses against you.

He releases your neck and his other hand yanks your hair pulling your head to the side leaving your neck exposed. You feel his mouth suck into the pale flesh of your neck, leaving a love bite on your fragile skin, but not breaking it. Biting and marking his territory, his property.

His knee presses between yours and you can feel him forcing your legs apart. Your struggle begins anew as your realize he means to fuck you. "No, please, Daddy!" you beg. "Please get the lube. Please!"

All you hear is a soft chuckle before he whispers in your ear, "I love hearing you beg and plead. It makes it so delightful to know that after the pain you will be thrusting your ass backwards like a bitch in heat, moaning and groaning to daddy. I must loosen your cunt for our baby."

The sound of the leather belt being undone and his pants dropping fills the silence of the room. You shudder a little as you feel the head rub against your dripping slit. One hand grasps the back of your neck and pushes your face into the wall to hold you there while the other grasps his cock and slides it up and down, wetting the tip and teasing you at the same time. He lines it up and with a quick thrust you feel the first couple of inches force their way inside of you. You let out a short yelp and do your best to climb the wall to get away from him.

He squeezes your neck tighter and pulls you back down, forcing you onto his extremely thick but short cock. You whimper a little as you feel your pussy being stretched and opened. You are wet, but not wet enough, you never are, you always need lube, but forsome reason the violence and pain of it enhances the pleasure for him. You whimper a little more and shake your head slightly as you feel your body betray you.

"No, no, Daddy, no, no," you whisper like a mantra as the orgasm builds. It builds and builds as he thrusts in and out of you. The pleasure takes over and your mind is gone, enveloped in lust. You feel empty when he pulls back and you grind your ass back onto him. Your no's have turned into yes's and you are meeting his thrusts. "Fuck me, Daddy!" you cry out. "Use your dirty bitch. Break me and use me how you like."

"You can say it all you want," he whispers in your ear "but it doesn't matter your opinion. This cunt is mine to use when I feel and how I feel."

With increased lust he thrusts harder and harder, his hands grasping your shoulders and pulling you down to fat prick his upthrust, pounding and pounding.

Hips slapping against your bruised and tender ass, the pain swirling with the pleasure, your mind fogging over. You can feel it building and building inside you. The orgasm rising up within you. Your mind has fogged over, you hear your voice begging to be used, telling him what a whore you are and how you deserve this treatment.

You thrust back, meeting him stroke for stroke. Your body starts to shake as the first orgasm starts to rip through you. "Thank you, Papa," you cry out. "Thank you for letting your bad girl cum." Orgasm after orgasm rips through your body. Pleasure filling every corner of your mind and body. Your pussy squeezing like a silken vice and working his cock.

An eternity seems to pass as you revel in your orgasm. Your knees go weak and suddenly you feel empty. He has pulled out. Roughly you are turned around and forced to your knees. His hands firmly gripping your head. Without hesitation you open your mouth and lunge forward, savoring the taste of his cock and your juices. His manly scent filling your nostrils and you endeavor to take as much as you can. In and out he thrusts, using your mouth, your tongue struggling to keep up and pleasure him. You feel him start to unload in your mouth.

"That's it you little bitch. Here it comes." With a grunt you feel his cock swell a little more and your mouth is flooded with more of his cum. Hungrily you swallow every drop. Savoring the taste and knowing the baby needs nutrition.

As the orgasm subsides you feel him pat you on the head. Gingerly he picks you up and removes the cuffs. Into his arms he lifts you and holds you as he carries you off to bed. Together you lay down and you cuddle up to him. Secure in his arms. He holds his hand gently on your melon sized pregnant belly.

Do you:

• Escape this situation with your unborn child
• Stay the course; your daughter needs a strong father figure

You are possessing:
Pregnant Asian Geek Girl