The Landlord's Plaything (Cobra Kai)

A/N: The Landlord's Plaything was a commissioned one shot originally written back in February of 2021. Posting it up here and now for people to read!

Themes: Rough Sex, Breeding, Dom/Sub

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Every step she takes towards his door feels like all the weight in the world is bearing down on her. Filled with self-loathing, Tory Nichols knows that she doesn't really have a choice. This is the only option that will keep her sheltered, that will allow her to continue to take care of her mom. Ever since she'd been expelled from West View, she'd been doing everything she could to make ends meet.

But even the two jobs she was currently working wasn't enough to keep her above water. Rent was past due and her conversation with her landlord was very fresh in her mind. Now it was Friday, the deadline he'd given her… and Tory still didn't have his money. But she was well aware that she had something else he wanted. No matter how much she hated it.

Finally arriving at his door, she doesn't hesitate. She knows if she does, she knows if she stops and thinks about it, she'll try and find a way to talk herself out of doing this. But she also knows that she's out of options. So she knocks as soon as she gets there and waits with bated breath, knowing it's too late to back out now. When the door opens and her landlord Adam stares out at her, Tory freezes. Slowly, he begins to smile.

"Hey there, Nichols. You have rent for me?"

She wishes she did, but in the end all she can give is a muted shake of her head. Dropping the smile, Adam lets out a low sigh and shakes his head right back.

"Then I've got no choice. I want your things out by the end of the week. Sorry it came to this, doll."

Except it's so obvious he's not sorry, his tone is so falsely apologetic that it's not even funny. And the way he ever so slowly closes the door in Tory's face gives her all the time in the world to finally find her voice and speak up.

"W-Wait! I'm… I'm here to pay the Other Way…"

She shudders even as she forces herself to put emphasis on 'other way', hating every last moment of this. But it works. Adam stops closing the door, looks at her for a moment, and then grins a lecherous grin as he opens the door fully and steps aside.

"Come on in then, sweetheart. We can discuss details inside."

Walking forward mechanically, Tory finds herself standing in her landlord's living room, even as he closes and locks the door behind her before walking past to plop himself down on the couch. He pats the seat cushion beside him with a grin.

"Come sit with me."

She does so, but perches on the edge of the couch, not wanting to be anywhere near his arm, which he's currently sprawling along the back of the piece of furniture. Turning to face him, Tory grips tightly at her knees, not sure where to begin or how to start.

"So then, you want to arrange for an alternative form of payment for your rent moving forward. That it?"

"… Yes."

"Sir. When you address me, you do so as 'sir'. Is that understood?"

"… Yes, sir."

His grin widens and he reaches out to brush his hand through her brunette hair. She flinches but restrains her urge to fight back, to struggle. She could certainly do a lot of damage if she chose to defend herself. Her landlord, Adam… he's not an ugly or overweight man. He's got this smarmy quality to him that makes it clear he's sexist pig through and through, but he obviously works out and keeps in shape judging by his broad shoulders and sizable biceps.

However, she knew for a fact that he had no training when it came to actually using his body as a weapon. Not like she did. Tory's time with Cobra Kai had taught her so much, not just about self-defense, but about toning oneself into a lethal instrument. She was a fighter… emphasis there on the word 'was'. Her role in instigating the end of the year brawl at Westview had resulted in her expulsion from high school. She'd only managed probation instead of juvie because she was her sick mother's only caretaker.

In the wake of that court ruling, Tory had picked up two jobs and suddenly had no time for Cobra Kai. She'd had to leave the martial arts dojo behind to try and focus on her mother, on making ends meet and basic survival.

So now here she was, preparing to debase herself before a man who had no formal training, who really wasn't a fighter. She could tell when she'd very nearly broken his wrist the other day. But physically threatening him wouldn't work. He would just tell her probation officer, and then where would her poor mother be?

As Tory thinks about all of these things, Adam is eyeing her, seemingly assessing whether she's sincere or not. Finally, he just smirks and nods.

"Good girl. Or rather, I suppose not. You're a very bad girl, aren't you Nichols? Expelled from high school, on probation with the law. One wrong move and you're going to prison, isn't that right? You're as bad a girl as it gets."

Tory bristles, but one look at his smug face tells her that she should know better than to talk back. Can't fight back, can't talk back. In the end, all she can do is bow her head and avert her gaze as she gives her quiet, muted reply.

"… Yes, sir."

Chuckling, he continues to stroke his hand through her hair like he owns it, like he owns her. And frankly… he might as well. She needs him, or rather she needs his apartment more than he needs her and they both know it. He has her by the proverbial throat.

"Well, if you can't pay me in cash, you'll have to use that fine ass body of yours, I suppose. That's why you're here, yes? To give yourself to me?"

"Y-Yes… sir…"

"Then that'll be the deal. So long as you make yourself available to me at all times of the day, every day of the week, then I'll go ahead and overlook your missing rent for the time being. And yes, I mean ALL times. If I want to come over to your place and fuck you, then I'm going to do exactly that. If I call you and tell you to get your sweet little ass over to MY place, I'll expect it on the double. Is that all understood?"

It's hard to swallow, and Tory's first reaction is to protest.

"You can't possib-urk!"

In the midst of her attempt however, her landlord abruptly tightens his grip on her hair, yanking it and her head back as he looks into her eyes.

"I said, is that understood?"

It takes every ounce of her willpower not to fight back, not to attack him. It's almost like he wants her to, like he wants a reason to ruin her life. Or maybe he's just making it clear from the beginning how unafraid of her he truly is. He's not treating her like the dangerous tigress she's always liked to think of herself as. He's acting like she's a particularly disobedient housecat who needs to be taught her proper place.

At the end of the day, perhaps his interpretation of her is more accurate than her own, because at the end of the day he holds all the cards, and she has no choice but to answer as he wants through her gritted teeth.

"Yes… sir."

She's not Cobra Kai anymore. She's not even a fighter. She's just some girl who has to make ends meet and find a way to pay rent if she doesn't want to end up homeless and on the streets as her sick mom wastes away without the life-saving medicine she needs.

Smirking smugly, her pig of a landlord lets go of her hair and gives her a simple nod.

"That's good. Stand up, we're starting now. I want to see you strip down in front of me… and make it sexy. Then, you're going to get down on your hands and knees and crawl on over here to suck my cock."

Even as she reluctantly gets up from the couch to do as she's told, Adam is already unbuckling his belt. Moving to the center of the living room, Tory tries to look anywhere BUT her landlord as she begins pulling her garments off one by one, starting with tugging her shirt over her head. She really… she's never done anything as humiliating as strip dance for someone before, so her attempts at 'making it sexy' are incredibly rudimentary and utterly inexperienced.

Still, she tries to bump and grind her hips to music only she can hear in her head as she tosses her shirt aside and unbuttons her jeans, tugging them down over her shapely hips. Eventually she moves to her bra, forced to expose her admittedly sizable breasts to Adam's eyes as she pulls the cups off, one after the other.

It's around this time that her gaze inadvertently darts down to his crotch, where his hand sliding up and down his shaft draws the eye with it's movement. Her breath hitches and her lips curl as her nose wrinkles at the sight of his cock. It's… admittedly far bigger than any of the boys she's already been with. She's a 'troubled teen' with a history for fighting. She's definitely fucked before, and she's had multiple partners at this point. Like he said, she's a bad girl.

None of those guys though, all her own age of course, possibly measure up to Adam. She's not sure if that's just because he's an adult and they're all still growing or what but looking at his cock as it enlarges at the sight of her naked swaying body, Tory can't help but be a little nervous. The brunette honestly isn't sure if he'll even fit inside of her.

Still, he's waiting for her, and she has her orders. Having discarded her panties, the brunette young woman drops to her hands and knees. She hates it, how she has to crawl over to him, but without a choice in the matter, she does as she's been told. Eventually coming to a stop between his legs, Tory just manages to position herself on her knees between his thighs when her pig of a landlord decides to slap his cock down on her face, smacking her with his meaty member.

It truly is massive, but she tries to ignore that fact as she carefully reaches up and takes hold of it. Part of her wants to just break his dick off right here and there… but she knows she can't do that. More importantly, he knows she can't do that. He's so supremely confident, and while Tory wishes nothing more than to wipe that smug look off of her prick of a landlord's face, she has to play ball.

Opening her mouth, she tries to take his cock past her lips like she's done before with other boys in the past, only to find him to be much too big. Her lips end up stretching wide around his bulbous cockhead, and her jaw begins to strain as she gags a little trying to get him into her mouth. Eventually she manages it, but it's distinctly uncomfortable as she sucks his cock, not quite bobbing up and down his length but rather suckling on the cockhead and swirling her tongue around his tip to the best of her abilities.

In response, he just groans, one of his large masculine hands coming down to rest atop her head as he tilts his head back in enjoyment.

"Not bad, you little tart. Not bad at all. But I can tell you're not used to a real man's cock, are you?"

When he tugs her back off of his dick a moment later, Tory grits her teeth and glares up at him, jerking her hands up and down his cock aggressively.

"You're not a real man, you fucking pig."

For a moment, his eyes widen in surprised anger. Then, he hides it behind a wicked grin as he grabs her by her cheeks, pinching them in his fingers.

"You've got quite the mouth on you, bitch. Naughty, naughty girl. We'll have to train that out of you."

For a moment, she thinks he's going to push her mouth back down onto his cock, but after a second of thinking, he decides otherwise, tugging harshly on her hair.

"Get up here. I'm more than ready to fuck some humility into your tight cunt. Climb aboard, bitch, time for your first ride."

She tells herself she's going to hate this just as much as she hates him, as much as she's hated the rest so far. There's a bit of trepidation that he's too big, that he's going to tear her open or something. But cunts are rather… elastic in that way. Lifting her up by her hips, facing her away from him so that she's leaning back in his lap, he directs his cock up against her slit. She's certainly not sopping or anything, but she's not entirely dry either. She's just starting to slicken when he begins rubbing his bulbous cockhead against her pussy lips, and the friction causes her to grow even wetter in just a few moments.

Part of her hates getting wet for this bastard, for her pig of a landlord, but the more pragmatic part is okay with it because it means it'll hurt less, presumably. As soon as Adam feels like he's got enough lubrication not to hurt himself fucking her however, he slams her down his length, and Tory is left feeling like she's being split in half momentary as a strangled cry emits from her throat, her hands coming down to grip at his wrists but not actually do anything as she spasms on his cock.

"Yeah, you like that bitch? You like my big fat cock? Knew you weren't a virgin, but I'm glad to see that you're as tight as I thought you'd be. I'm a fair bit bigger than all those limp dicked little boys you fucked back in high school, aren't I?"

Tory shakes her head, refusing to answer as she struggles to adjust to his size. Her body responds with further lubrication, betraying her as he begins to move under her, bouncing her up and down on his dick. Another involuntary cry leaves Tory's mouth, the brunette throwing her head back and shuddering and gasping for breath.

As he thrusts up into her from below, her landlord snorts derisively in her ear and reaches up with one hand to slap one of her tits.

"Hey. You wanna pay rent with your body, you have to at least put your back into it, slut. I shouldn't be doing all the work."

He's right, and she hates so much that he's right. Gritting her teeth, trying in vain to ignore the pleasure he's already brought to her while she was just trying to get a handle on how DEEP his fat cock was inside of her, Tory repositions herself so that her feet are up on either side of the couch and brings her hands forward to grasp his knees as she starts to bounce herself up and down his dick, riding him like he wants of her.

In just a few moments, the pleasure proves to be too much, and Tory finds herself crying out in an ugly fashion as she experiences her first orgasm on her landlord's cock. He laughs but otherwise doesn't comment on it, seeming more focused on fucking her and having her ride him. Most of the boys she's been with haven't had much in the way of stamina. Some have been able to go more than once, but most cum fast and frequently, making it rather difficult for Tory to cum with them.

This is, to her dawning horror, the first time a man has made her orgasm with his dick. None of the other guys she's fucked have been able to do it, and most of the time she's had to finish herself off. But her landlord… he's different, and she absolutely despises that fact… and despises herself for how her body reacts to him and his big fat cock.

No matter how hard she tries to fight the pleasure, he undeniably rocks her world. Orgasm after explosive orgasm shudder through her body as she involuntarily expresses her ecstasy through whimpers and mewls and moans, when she's not just squealing and screaming herself hoarse, of course. His thick fat cock plunders her insides and slams up against the entrance of her womb itself, an experience that initially is quite painful, but soon becomes yet another aspect of the overwhelming pleasure Tory finds herself drowning in.

Losing track of time, losing track of everything, she barely even hears him when he finally pipes up. His hands are both around her body and on her tits at this point and have been for a while. As he gropes and fondles her sizable breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples, Tory herself is riding him while he thrusts up into her from below, panting and gasping for breath. And then he speaks, and her whole world shrinks to a pinpoint.

"Gonna… cum soon, bitch! Get ready to take my fucking load!"

Shuddering to a stop, Tory whips her head around.

"W-Wait, no! You c-can't cum inside, I'm not on the pill!"

As she stops riding, he just laughs and moves his hands to her hips, bouncing her helpless body himself as she moans and groans, not even able to muster the strength to put her karate skills to use and fight back.

"And? Not entirely sure how that's my problem. Your job to be on birth control, especially a bad girl like you."

Gritting her teeth, her hands clenching into fists, Tory whips her head back and forth.

"C-Can't… couldn't a-afford it…"

If she's hoping her appeal to his better nature will work… she's in for a rough time, because her landlord doesn't HAVE a better nature. With a chuckle, he just shrugs his shoulders… and slams her down his cock length one final time.

"Oh well."

Tory can do nothing but squeak as she feels him cum inside of her. She hates how good it feels… and she hates that she can't even stop him from doing this, that he's pumping his load into her womb against her wishes. She hates that she's not on the pill because she's poor, because she's… helpless. She hates it all, but there's no other way. There's nothing she can do.

This is just the start of her new life, and when he pulls her off of his cock and forces her back down onto her knees to give him a 'clean off' blowjob, that fact is never more readily apparent…

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Over a week after coming to an oral… 'arrangement' with her pig of a landlord, Tory was already nearing the end of her rope. As she kneels over him in his bed giving him a morning blowjob in the sixty-nine position, she reflects on just how badly he'd upended her life so far. He wasn't at all considerate of her or her needs, and barely cared one lick about her mother.

At the same time, he had done the required maintenance on her apartment the morning after she'd first slept with him… before bending her over her own kitchen table for a long, drawn-out fuck session. More than that, he'd given her a little money so she could quite one of her jobs. Or rather, he'd forced her to leave one of her jobs in the middle of a shift to go back to the apartment building to fuck him, resulting in her losing her job entirely.

When she'd explained this, he'd just scoffed and thrown a few hundred dollar bills her way, making Tory wonder if perhaps her landlord wasn't just a landlord at all. He was no fighter, but Adam may in fact be involved in some other sort of shady shit that she just didn't know about. Either way, he'd let her keep the other job so far, but that hadn't stopped him from using her however he liked whenever he liked.

This morning was like no other. After forcing her to come over to his place to keep him company all night long, he'd told her before going to bed that he expected her to wake him up with a blowjob. And so, that was what Tory was doing, taking up the position that he'd demanded of her.

She knows the exact moment he begins to wake up from the way his legs shift in front of her. She tenses as his hands fall upon her pert ass right in his face, and she shivers as she feels him spreading apart her thighs. Tory can practically imagine him smirking at her flushed pussy, even as his seed from the night before slowly leaks down her inner thighs, proof of him conquering her body.

Once upon a time, Tory had been the master of her own body. She'd been in control of that much at least, if not much else. But now, even her karate had been taken away from her and all she had left was survival and her mom. She had to keep her head above water, and the only way she could so much as tread it for a little while longer was with Adam's help.

"Good girl. You're learning, you little tart. I knew you could."

His praise is damning, and Tory's eyes squeeze shut as a single tear streaks down her cheek, her tongue continuing to swirl around his cockhead and her lips slurping up and down his shaft. She really is learning, as horrifying as this all is to her. She's getting downright good at sucking his big fat dick, her jaw becoming more and more used to spreading wide to accommodate his shaft into her mouth and down the back of her throat.

Just as she's expecting him to order her to deep-throat his dick so he can cum however, probably with him bringing one of his legs up and pulling it behind her head in an improvised erotic leglock that he seems overly fond of, her landlord grabs her hips and rises up, causing her to yelp as his cock pops free of her mouth and Tory herself is forced to scramble forward with the movement, making her way down the bed on her hands and knees.

He grabs her hips before she can faceplant off of the end of the bed entirely, successfully manhandling her into doggystyle position as he kneels behind her and places his properly spit-polished cock at her already creampied lips. Gritting her teeth, Tory tries to ignore the pleasure of being… treated so poorly, she tries to pretend she doesn't like it even as he sinks into her from behind.

"Y-You don't have to be so r-rough, bastard…"

SMACK!

She gasps as he casually yet harshly spanks her ass as punishment for her crass language.

"I'll be as rough as I like with you, bitch. And is that any way to address the man who's keeping you off the streets? Who's paying for your mother's medicine?"

Tory's eyes squeeze shut again, more tears leaking out as she quietly responds in a defeated tone.

"N-No sir… s-sorry sir."

This is their song and dance now. She'll try to protest, she'll try to fight back, but he just brings up the obvious. That she's his bitch for as long as he wants her to be, that she needs him, that her mother needs him. There's nothing Tory can do to refute that; nowhere else she can turn. As terrifying and horrifying as it is, her landlord, this man who's currently ball's deep inside of her… he's Tory's only support structure at this point. She's been completely disconnected from everyone else in her life.

Sensei Kreese had come around a few days ago in fact, trying to get her to return to Cobra Kai. They'd talked for a time, and Tory had explained everything that was going on. She hadn't told him what she was doing with her landlord, but… by the end of the conversation, she suspected that he knew. The way they left things off, she couldn't help but feel like he was disappointed in her. Like he knew she was no longer Cobra Kai material.

As more tears of defeat and humiliation and despair streak down the brunette's cheeks, she can't help the ragged moans that Adam's thrusts draw out of her throat. As much as she herself might not be happy with the current state of affairs, she knows without a doubt in her mind that her body loves the attention.

No matter how hard Tory tries to fight it, she still ends up orgasming for her big, dicked landlord, his cock filling her cunt in such an incredibly satisfying way that her hips rock back into him against her will and her moans fill the room, eventually completely overcoming her sobs. Eventually, he reaches out and grabs a fistful of her lush brown hair, yanking her head back and forcing her spine to arch in an uncomfortable fashion as he chuckles evilly.

"That's it. Not much fight in you now girl, is there? But then, you were never much of a fighter to begin with. Got taught a few fancy moves, thought you were all that… and then you found out the way the real world works. Karate doesn't get you anywhere, it's just some idiotic shit that fucks like your so-called 'Sensei' peddle in order to make a buck. Your body ain't ever going to be more of a weapon than a knife or a gun."

He snorts at his own words and tightens his grip on her hair as he reaches around to grope one of her supple tits while pounding into her methodically from behind.

"Fuck, YOUR body was never made to be a weapon. You were made for this, to be a man's woman… to be MY woman. Your cunt feels so damn good, wrapped around my cock."

She knows he's wrong, he has to be. She… she has to believe that he's wrong. She's not MADE to be fucked, that's just… that's just ridiculous. Doesn't stop another explosive orgasm from rocking her world as his cock continues to ram up against her womb, splitting the entirety of her love tunnel on each and every thrust. Her eyes threaten to roll back in her head and Tory lets out a gurgling moan, not even able to muster up the strength to talk back to her landlord at this point. At least, not until…

"Gonna cum again, soon. Gonna fill you with even more of my jizz, bitch. What do you have to say about that?"

Shuddering, knowing he's already creampied her every time he's fucked her, and she hasn't had an opportunity to clean herself out after more than half of them, Tory shuts her eyes once more as a single word of token protest makes its way past her lips.

"Please…"

He slows down a bit, but she can feel him pulsating inside of her, can feel his throbbing cock about to blow. She knows full well what that feels like at this point.

"Hm? Please what? Good girls should always start requests with please, but you need to finish your sentence, my naughty little slut."

Knowing that asking him not to cum inside of her won't do anything, knowing that she has no way out of this, Tory's shoulders slump in defeat.

"Just… just get it over with… sir."

That draws a dark chuckle from her landlord's lips, and then he's pounding into her harder once more, drawing a squeal from Tory before finally he cums inside of her. As his seed shoots into her yet again, she cums herself, one final orgasm that has her eyes finally fully rolling back in her head in unwanted, reluctant ecstasy.

As they both come down their respective pleasure highs, he pushes forward until she's face down and prone on the bed, with his weight pinning her in place. Letting it happen, not fighting back in the slightest, Tory just takes the moment to rest as he grinds into her ass with his hips and her cunt with his cock.

Leaning over her, brushing her sweaty hair out of her face, her landlord leans forward.

"I've decided to revise the terms of our deal, bitch. You're going to quit that other job of yours as well, got it?"

Tory jolts at the demand, but before she can protest, he continues on.

"In exchange, I'll take care of your dear old mom. I'll let her live here rent-free and I'll even handle her groceries. But you're moving in with me. Gonna be my live-in free use slut from now on. You can visit her daily if it makes you feel better… but your home will be at my feet, where a naughty little tart like you belongs. I'll rehabilitate you. We'll make a good girl out of you."

His lustful, husky tone makes it clear he's getting off on all of this. His throbbing cock, already hard again inside of her, is also a good indicator of this simple fact. Tory squeezes her eyes shut once again, but just like all the previous times; it doesn't change reality, nor does it allow her to truly hide from the situation she finds herself in. Opening her eyes again, letting out a shudder as she finishes going through the aftershocks of her final orgasm, she murmurs agreement, knowing that she has no basis to refuse.

"Hm? What was that? You're going to need to speak up, bitch."

"… I said 'yes sir'. I'll… I'll move in with you. J-Just take care of my mom and let me see her and I'll live with you."

It's not like she has any other choice. It's not like her last remaining job is going to somehow pull her out of the hole she's in rent-wise, or that her landlord will ever let her go now that he's sunk his claws into her. She's doing this for her mom, because she has to. Certainly not because she's starting to fall in lust, if not love, with her pig of a landlord and his big fat cock. Certainly not because she's starting to enjoy being his plaything.

Closing her eyes shut one final time as he makes a disgustingly satisfied noise in the back of his throat and begins to prone bone her right there on the bed to celebrate, Tory gasps and groans her way through things in between moaning like the wanton whore he's all but turned her into.

She's not sure what she's going to do about all of this. She's not sure there's anything she can do. Her options become more and more limited by the day. All of her friends, all of her connections have been severed by forces outside of her control. She's all alone except for her mom, and her mom is in no state to help her.

She's red riding hood and the big bad wolf has come to gobble her up… but there's no woodsman to save her, and as much as she wishes she could… she's not going to be able to save herself.

-x-X-x-

"Oh god, oh fuck… deeper, please sir. Fuck me deeper…"

A few months later, Tory Nichols is a much changed woman, both physically and mentally. As she lays there on her back getting railed by her landlord in his bed… their bed, really, she's far too tired, far too mentally done to stop the ragged moans leaving her mouth while she orgasms around his cock. His stamina feels endless, especially after months of growing progressively more and more out of shape. Plus… there's the other thing.

She's not fat by any stretch of the imagination, but she's no longer the toned weapon that she was when Adam first got his hands on her. She hasn't been able to train for months now, hasn't been able to practice karate or even do her basic katas. All of her daily exercise has come from getting fucked by Adam, her landlord and now roommate making a point of plowing her senseless multiple times a day, always changing it up, always finding a new way to humiliate and degrade her for his own amusement.

Tory is long past the end of her rope at this point, she's straight up lost her hold and fallen into an abyss that she's not sure she'll ever get back out of.

Knowing this, her landlord smiles wickedly as he gazes down at her beautiful body while fucking her into a stupor. He feasts his eyes upon her engorged breasts and her softened figure and hums as he gropes one of her tits.

"You know, you've come a long way since we started, pet. Your body has gotten a lot softer since you stopped all those foolish notions of fighting and accepted your place as my slut."

Tory flinches and blushes, briefly panicking before managing to hide her reaction as she turns her head to the side in silence. However, she's not quick enough. Adam notices how she reacts to his comments and immediately understands. Rather than say anything, rather than accusing her outright however… he begins to grope and knead the tit he already has ahold of harder.

As Tory whimpers and mewls at having the extremely sensitive breast played with like that, her landlord just grins and then leans down and begins sucking on her nipple, biting her teat and lashing it with his tongue. Tory stiffens as he does so, eyes widening… but she has no basis to tell him to stop. This is something he's done many times before, lavishing praise on her tits and biting and licking and kneading them to his heart's content.

Only, this time when he gnaws at her teat and sucks from her nipple, he's soon gifted with a light leaking trickle of breastmilk coming out and filling his mouth. Tory shudders in defeat as he looks up at her from his drinking session knowingly, and even as she looks away again, she speaks.

"… I'm pregnant, s-sir. You k-knocked me up…"

Finally pulling back from her teat, Adam doesn't stop fucking her as he cocks an eyebrow and hums to himself.

"Did I? Sure it's not some other man's?"

Tory freezes at that, panicking slightly. In the midst of her panic, a bit of her old self resurfaces, and the pregnant young brunette finds herself gritting her teeth as she glares up at him. Despite her words still being respectful enough, her tone is undeniably reproachful.

"Yes, sir. I'm quite sure. Y-You're the only man that's been inside of me for months, sir."

Rather than get upset with her, he just laughs… and goes right back to attacking her tits, suckling from one and then the other this time as he gropes and molests them with both hands. In no time at all, Tory is tossing her head back and letting out an ugly cry as she experiences a mind-numbing orgasm from having her pregnant cunt fucked and her oh so sensitive engorged tits played with in such a fashion.

As she's overwhelmed by the pleasure, her landlord can only internally cheer at bringing this hot little piece of ass to his bed and successfully tying her to him by knocking her the fuck up. She's his little breeding sow now, and there's no way he's ever, ever going to let her go. He's always had a thing for bad girls biting off more than they could chew. He's never been one for conventional relationships, either.

So, when Tory Nichols with her troubled past and drowning financial troubles came into his life, the landlord knew he had a one in a million chance on his hands. He wasn't going to let some martial arts skills and a tough attitude scare him away either. Not when she'd all but fallen into his lap and was clearly in far more of a vulnerable state then she cared to admit.

Now though, she was all his, and as he thinks this, they climax together only for him to pull Tory up into a heated makeout session.

As he forces his tongue down her throat and she finds it impossible to do anything but kiss him back, Tory laments that this is her life now. No matter how hard she fights it, her body and perhaps part of her mind as well, have fallen in love with her pig of a landlord and his big fat dick.

She knows, even if she hadn't come to enjoy his dick, that there's no way out of her situation, especially not now that she's pregnant with his kid. She's stuck as his little fuck toy for as long as he'll have her, and there's no getting out of it.

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