Daddy's slut

"What the hell are you doing?" Rachel's voice was sharp, the words cutting through the silence of the room.

Her father, Jack, didn't even flinch. He was already naked, his body a stark contrast against the darkened room. The moonlight, slipping through the blinds, cast a silver glow on his skin, highlighting the years of manual labor etched into his muscles. Rachel's eyes widened, unable to comprehend the scene unfolding before her. She felt a cold rush of air as her father approached, his erection bobbing with each step. Rachel's cheeks burned with a mix of fear and confusion, her mind racing to piece together the last few moments that led to this unthinkable encounter.

"Daddy, please, stop," Rachel managed to choke out, her voice trembling. But Jack's expression remained unchanged, a disturbing mix of desire and determination. Rachel's heart pounded in her chest, her body frozen as he reached out and touched her bare skin. His hand felt hot and rough, sending shivers down her spine. Rachel's eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape, but her legs seemed to have turned to jelly.

With surprising strength, Jack picked Rachel up and laid her on the bed, her body limp with shock. He positioned her in a way that was unfamiliar yet oddly primal, spreading her legs wide apart and placing her feet into stirrups that she hadn't noticed before. Rachel stared up at the ceiling, the cold metal of the contraption pressing into her skin. She had read about such things in books, but never imagined it would be her reality. Her father's hands were firm as he secured her ankles in place, adjusting the straps until she was held in a position that left her completely exposed and vulnerable.

The breeding press was a simple device, but its purpose was clear. It was designed to hold a woman open, ready for the deepest penetration. Rachel's eyes filled with tears as she felt her father's warm breath on her inner thighs. He didn't say a word, just took a moment to appreciate the sight before him. Rachel's body was taut with tension, her mind screaming for this to be a terrible dream she could wake up from. But the cold metal and the smell of her father's sweat were all too real.

And there it was: his cock, standing tall and proud, a monstrous 18 inches of pure, throbbing desire. Rachel had seen pictures online, but nothing could have prepared her for the reality of it. It was thick and veiny, a beast that seemed to have a life of its own. The tip glistened with precum, and Rachel's stomach churned as she realized that this was what was about to invade her most private space. She had only ever seen such a thing in porn, never in real life, and certainly never in this context.

Jack's gaze never left Rachel's face as he lined himself up with her pussy. Rachel felt the head of his cock nudge against her, the pressure building as he pushed against her virgin barrier. Her eyes widened in shock and fear, her mouth forming a silent scream as she felt herself being stretched beyond what she thought possible. He didn't stop, his hips driving forward in a slow, deliberate motion that she could do nothing to resist. Rachel's body quivered, her eyes squeezed shut as the pain shot through her like a bolt of lightning.

"Oh my God," Rachel finally whispered, the words escaping her lips in a rush of disbelief. Her eyes remained tightly shut, as if by not seeing the horror unfold, she could somehow make it go away. But the feeling of her father's massive cock tearing into her, filling her up in a way she never thought possible, was all too real. She could feel every inch of him, the sensation overwhelming and terrifying.

Jack, seemingly unfazed by Rachel's shock, paused for a moment before speaking. "I'm going to breed you, baby girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. Rachel's mind reeled at the words, at the cold reality of what he was saying. No condom meant no protection, no escape from the consequences of his actions. She was going to be his vessel, forced to carry his seed. The thought made her want to vomit, but she couldn't even move.

Her eyes snapped open and she stared at him in disbelief. "What?" she slurred, the pain making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. "You didn't even use a condom?" The words barely registered in Rachel's mind, as if she was speaking them from a place far removed from her own body.

Jack leaned over her, his handsome features twisted into a grin that made Rachel's stomach churn. "That's right, Rachel. I'm going to fill you up with my cum. You're going to carry my baby," he said, his voice a dark promise that sent a chill down her spine. Rachel's eyes grew wide with horror, her body trembling as the reality of the situation set in. Her father was going to get her pregnant.

But amidst the pain and fear, Rachel felt something else stirring within her, something she didn't want to acknowledge. As Jack began to thrust in earnest, the pressure inside her grew, and she felt a strange sensation building. Her breaths grew ragged, her chest heaving with each of his movements. Rachel's body, despite her mind's protests, was responding to the intrusion, and she couldn't ignore the heat that was spreading through her core. She bit her lip, trying to keep the sounds of pleasure from escaping, but it was a futile effort.

With a gasp, Rachel's body arched off the bed, her back bowing as the first wave of orgasm washed over her. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a mix of pleasure and pain that seemed to consume her entirely. Her father's cock hit a spot deep within her that sent sparks of ecstasy through her body, and she couldn't help the whimpers that escaped her lips. She felt his hands tighten on her hips, his rhythm becoming more erratic as he fucked her with a primal need. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head, her thoughts lost in the overwhelming sensation of her father claiming her in the most primal way possible.

The pain had receded, replaced by a strange, addictive sense of fullness that Rachel had never known. Each time Jack's cock filled her, it was like a key turning in a lock, unlocking a part of her that she never knew existed. Her pussy clenched around him, her body desperately trying to hold onto the feeling, even as she knew it was wrong. Rachel could feel her walls stretching, accommodating his massive size, and with each thrust, she grew wetter, her juices coating his shaft and making his movements smoother.

Her mind raced with thoughts she had never dared to think before, images of her father's seed filling her up, taking root inside her. The idea of being pregnant with his child was terrifying, but also... exciting? Rachel's cheeks flushed with shame at the traitorous thought, but she couldn't push it away. The way he was using her, claiming her, it was all so raw and base, and yet it stirred something deep within her that she couldn't ignore.

Jack began to thrust into Rachel with an animalistic fervor, his hips pistoning into her with a force that made the bed squeak in protest. Rachel's body was no longer her own, a mere receptacle for her father's lust. Each time he bottomed out inside her, she felt a jolt of pleasure that was so intense it was almost painful. Her breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts, her nipples hard and sensitive against the rough fabric of the bed. Rachel's eyes remained locked on her father's face, searching for any sign of regret or hesitation, but all she saw was a man lost in his own desires.

The embarrassment grew as Rachel felt her body betraying her, her muscles relaxing around his thick cock, allowing him to slide deeper still. She couldn't believe the sounds she was making, the little gasps and moans that filled the room. It was as if a part of her enjoyed this, liked being used and claimed in such a primal way. Rachel felt dirty, disgusting, but she couldn't stop her hips from rising to meet his thrusts, her body desperately seeking more of the sensation that was driving her closer to the edge.

"Jack, no, please," Rachel whispered, her voice hoarse from the strain of holding back her cries. But he didn't listen, his eyes locked onto hers as he leaned down, his hand cupping her left breast, his thumb teasing the erect nipple.

"I've always loved your tits, babygirl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. Rachel felt a sickening mix of fear and arousal as he squeezed her breast roughly, his thumb continuing to flick her nipple. She had always been self-conscious about her size, but now, in this twisted moment, she was the center of his attention, his hands worshipping her in a way that was both terrifying and intoxicating. Rachel's body responded against her will, her nipples hardening further under his touch, her pussy clenching around his cock.

"Imagine how much bigger they'll get when I fill you up with my baby," Jack said, his eyes gleaming with a depraved excitement. Rachel's stomach twisted at the thought, her mind racing with images of her body swollen with his child. The very idea was repulsive, and yet she couldn't help the way her body responded to his words, her pussy growing wetter, her clit pulsing with need. It was as if her own flesh had turned against her, craving the very thing her mind knew was wrong.

"Daddy, no," Rachel whimpered, trying to ignore the traitorous moan that accompanied her words. But Jack was relentless, his cock pumping into her with a force that made her feel like she was being split in two. Rachel's eyes searched his face for any sign of remorse, but all she found was a look of pure, carnivorous hunger.

"I lost a bet with your mother," Jack growled, his eyes never leaving Rachel's. The words hit Rachel like a sledgehammer, her mind reeling with the implications. Her mother had known about this? Had she been a part of it? The thought made Rachel's stomach turn, but she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her at the idea of being the subject of their perverse wager.

"But she left," Rachel protested weakly, her voice barely a whisper. "What does it matter now?"

Jack's grin grew wider, his eyes dark with a secret amusement. "It matters because she said I could have you when she was gone," he murmured, his voice low and filled with a dark satisfaction. Rachel's heart sank as she realized the extent of their depravity. Her own mother had given her to him, had allowed this to happen.

"Don't worry, baby," Jack whispered, his voice soothing despite the horror of his words. "You're going to love being my little breeding slut." Rachel felt bile rise in her throat, but she couldn't deny the shiver of arousal that danced down her spine at his words. He leaned down and kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, and Rachel felt her body respond despite herself.

Jack's thrusts grew more deliberate, each one aimed at hitting the spot that made Rachel's toes curl. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to muffle the sounds that she knew she should be ashamed of. But as much as she hated herself for it, Rachel's body was betraying her, climbing closer and closer to another orgasm. The breeding press kept her open, vulnerable, and exposed, and she could feel her father's cock stretching her in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Her eyes widened as she stared up at him, her mind racing. Rachel felt a strange sense of detachment, as if she was watching this happen to someone else. She watched his muscles flex with each thrust, the veins in his neck bulging with the effort, and she realized with a cold, hard clarity that she was going to be his, in every way possible. Rachel felt the beginnings of another orgasm building deep within her, and she couldn't help but whimper as it grew.

Jack must have noticed the change in her, because he paused, his cock buried deep inside her. "You want it, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. Rachel's eyes met his, and she felt something inside her snap. In a voice that was barely her own, she pleaded, "Don't pull out, Daddy."

The words shocked Rachel to her core, but she felt them resonate within her, a strange mix of fear and need. Her father's grin grew wider, and he began to fuck her again, harder and faster. Rachel's hands clutched at his back, her nails digging into his skin as she held him closer, silently begging for more. The pain had transformed into something else, something that made her feel alive in a way she never had before. She could feel her walls clench around his thick cock, trying to keep him in, to keep him a part of her.

Her eyes remained glued to his cock, the sight of it disappearing into her body and then reappearing, glistening with her juices, was mesmerizing. Rachel felt a strange fascination, watching as he claimed her in a way she never thought possible. It was like watching a train wreck, she couldn't look away, even though she knew it was wrong. Her pussy was stretched so wide, and she could feel every inch of him, his cockhead sliding against her g-spot, making her moan and arch her back.

Jack's breath grew ragged, his movements becoming erratic. Rachel could feel his cock swell even more, and she knew he was close. The thought of his cum filling her up, taking root inside her, was both terrifying and exhilarating. Her own orgasm was building, her body responding to the primal instinct of procreation despite her mind's screams of protest. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, Jack came. Rachel squealed as she felt the hot, sticky warmth of his cum fill her, the sensation overwhelming and foreign. She had never felt so full, so used, so completely owned.

His semen shot into her in thick ropes, painting the walls of her womb with the promise of new life. Rachel felt the pressure build and build until she thought she might burst, but her father's cock didn't stop moving. He kept pumping, his seed spilling into her in a never-ending torrent. It was as if he had gallons of cum to give, his desire to impregnate her an unstoppable force of nature. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head, her body no longer her own as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Jack's strokes grew slower, his breathing heavy and labored. Rachel could feel his cum leaking out around his cock, dripping down her thighs in a sticky mess. The smell of sex filled the room, a potent mix of sweat and lust that seemed to cling to her skin. Her father's eyes never left hers, a smug satisfaction in his gaze that made Rachel's stomach twist. She didn't know if she hated him or if she was just disgusted with herself for enjoying the feeling of being so thoroughly used.

Her body still trembled from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her pussy clenching around his softening member. Rachel felt soiled, but at the same time, she couldn't help the warmth that spread through her as she felt his cum inside her. It was a strange, twisted mix of emotions that she had never felt before. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion, anger, and a dark, carnivorous need that she didn't understand.

Jack pulled out of her with a wet pop, a strand of his cum connecting them for a brief moment before snapping and falling onto Rachel's stomach. He leaned over, his hand reaching out to gently stroke her cheek. Rachel flinched at his touch, the reality of what had just happened finally setting in.

"Your mother was right," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're going to be a good little breeding slut for me." Rachel's eyes filled with tears as he unbuckled the straps holding her in place. She felt so violated, but also...so full. She didn't know how to process the emotions warring within her.

Jack helped Rachel off the bed, his semen dripping from her pussy to the floor. She felt his cum sliding down her legs, a sticky reminder of what had just occurred. Rachel couldn't even look at him, her face burning with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

"What did you say?" Rachel's voice was barely a whisper, her eyes downcast.

Jack's grin grew even more wicked. "Your mother's parting words to me, Rachel. She said you better do this every day, Daddy," he repeated, his tone mocking. Rachel felt a chill run down her spine. It was as if her mother had known what was going to happen, had set her up for this twisted fate. Rachel's mind reeled, trying to understand how someone who had given birth to her could wish such a thing upon her.

But Rachel's thoughts were interrupted as Jack grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at him. "You're going to carry my child, Rachel. And you're going to do it with a smile on your face. You're going to be the best little breeding slut for your daddy," he said, his voice filled with a cold, hard certainty. Rachel felt something within her shatter, a final piece of her innocence crumbling away.

In a daze, Rachel nodded. She didn't know why she was agreeing, but she couldn't find the strength to fight anymore. Maybe it was the shock, or the fear, or the strange, twisted pleasure that had wormed its way into her psyche, but she found herself saying, "Okay, Daddy."

Jack's grin grew wider, his eyes lighting up with triumph. "That's my good girl," he said, patting her head like she was a well-trained pet. Rachel felt the heat of his hand on her cheek, and she couldn't help the way her body responded, leaning into his touch despite herself. It was as if she had been programmed to submit to him, to accept his use of her body for his own twisted desires.