Tag: Non-consensual

The mall was crowded, teeming with defenseless flesh. A girl who looked like a college slut but was probably a high school student yelped and looked behind her.
“Are you okay?” one of her friends asked.
“Yeah, I thought I felt… nevermind.”
Jeremy shoved his hands in his pockets and continued walking, ignoring her. She’d had a nice body, sure, but he just didn’t feel excited enough to play with her.
Hell, nothing seemed to excite him anymore. He could have any woman he wanted, and there were certainly women around of all sorts, but it just seemed like a lot of effort. Even Leah and Chryssi, the sisters who he’d spent months brainwashing in stopped time, didn’t appeal to him today, and the only effort he’d have to put in with them is sitting down and ordering them to get him off.
Was it possible to have too much free sex? Jeremy frowned. He thought back to a few years before, when just seeing Petra in a tight pair of shorts from his bedroom window would make him painfully hard, forcing him to immediately rub one out while staring at her. Now she was practically his wife, and when was the last time he fucked her?
Of course, that was partly because she was so depressed lately. Maybe he should spend a few months on her, too. He’d found lots of manuals online about how to slowly reprogram a person, and found it easier than you’d think, but the thought of putting in that sort of effort right now just made him feel tired. Maybe later. It didn’t matter when he did it, anyway; it’d be done instantly, in the “real” world.
And that was the real problem, wasn’t it? He knew he could do anything he wanted, so there was no reason to want to do anything. Challenges were non-existent. Hell, consequences probably didn’t even matter, since once Pete finished his machine, the whole world would change. He’d go back, steal the remote at the very beginning, and seduce Petra properly instead of having to force her. Maybe he could catch her before she got all messed up by her father and finally have the life he deserved.
“Daddy, look! It’s perfect!”
A girlish giggle pulled Jeremy out of his mental wanderings. He stopped walking and turned to look toward the source of the voice, a colorful dress store that exuded annoyingly catchy dance music. Inside, a blonde girl was twirling in a dark blue dress while her father looked down at her with a pensive expression.
“I don’t know, Amanda,” her father said, frowning. “It’s a little low-cut, don’t you think?”
Jeremy looked a little closer. The girl, Amanda, was fair-skinned, with short, wavy dark-blonde hair. The dress hung from her neck, and looked like it was open almost to her navel, affording a clear view of the inside curves of a pair of perky, round breasts. It was held closed by a sort of clear mesh that started where a more modest dress would have covered her up; otherwise Jeremy was sure the spin would have flung it open. The effect was striking, drawing the eye immediately.
“But Daddy,” Amanda protested, “It’s not like it’s slutty or anything. I mean, look!” She rustled the admittedly elegant long skirts. “It’s super classy, and you know there’s always chaperones at the dance.”
Amanda’s father shrugged. “I suppose it’s alright.”
“Yay! I love you, Daddy!” Amanda hugged her father and kissed his cheek, then hurried back to the dressing rooms. Her father sighed and handed a credit card to a very pleased-looking saleswoman.
Jeremy stopped time and followed the girl back to the change room, swinging open the door and stepping inside to get a better look at her.
Amanda sat frozen on a little bench built into the wall. She had unzipped the back of the dress and slipped it off her head, leaving her bare from the waist up. Her tits were topped with small, perfectly-centered pink nipples, making them look sort of like a pair of eyes staring at him in surprise.
“What the hell are you staring at?” Jeremy asked them, flicking one with his finger. It moved an inch to the side and stopped there, looking away from him as if ashamed.
Jeremy stood for a while, looking at Amanda and considering what to do next. He could definitely see himself fucking her in that dress; she would look pretty inviting bent over with the skirt pulled up in the back. But what was the point? Just another 18 or 19 year old girl wondering why she felt like she’d just been fucked. There wasn’t much thrill to that anymore. Maybe he could wake her up while he did it… and make her look at her father’s face at the same time…
Jeremy grinned. Her father, huh? There was a challenge. He turned to leave, then thought better of it and turned back to Amanda, giving her tits a nice, firm two-hand squeeze.
“Nice,” he said, pulling back his hands and admiring the prints he’d left in her firm flesh. “What man could resist those, huh?”
Stifling a chuckle, Jeremy left and hid in the adjacent changing booth. The breathy gasp and surprised squeak of Amanda feeling his touch when time started made his cock twitch in his pants. Maybe later he would use her after all. But first, he had things he needed to do.
Amanda emerged after a minute in a more modest pair of jeans with a loose-fitting blouse. Only the very top button was undone, giving her an innocent, wholesome look. She hugged her father again and left the store with him, heading toward the food court.
Jeremy followed at a distance. Following someone was easy for him; if he lost track of them he could just stop the crowd and get in closer. At the same time, he was far enough back that he was impossible to spot. The downside was not being able to hear what they were saying, but it didn’t seem too important at the moment. He leaned against a wall and pretended to look at his phone while he watched the pair buy lunch and sit at a table, then found himself a seat at the table next to them.
Amanda was perky and talkative. Jeremy listened for a while, learning some useless facts about her friends and classmates. What was more important to learn was the fact she had her father wrapped around her finger; in the space of five minutes she got him to lift her curfew on the night of whatever dance she was preparing for, convinced him not to meet her date at the door, and got implied approval to go to an after-party.
After each concession from her father, Jeremy stopped time and reached over to undo one of Amanda’s buttons. Once the third one was open, the blouse started shifting open with her movements, awarding Jeremy and her father both with a modest but titillating view of her cleavage.
Amanda’s father noticed after a minute and cleared his throat. “You’re coming undone,” he said, looking down at his food.
Amanda blinked a couple times, confused by the statement, then looked down. “Oh! Sorry, Daddy,” she said, quickly rebuttoning her blouse.
Jeremy waited a minute while Amanda resumed chattering about school and her friends. He stopped time again when he noticed her father’s eyes pointing in the right direction, then leaned in and undid the same three buttons once more, along with a fourth. Spreading the fabric open a little and peering down the gap, he was surprised to see a red, lacey bra squeezing her tits together. He smiled and returned to his seat, then started time once more and was rewarded with a choking sound as her father almost inhaled a piece of his burger.
“What’s wr- shit!” Amanda leaned forward and pulled her blouse shut, hurriedly buttoning it up again. “Sorry! Must be grease from the fries or something.”
Jeremy waited again, then stopped time and moved in for a closer look at the two. Amanda was leaning forward a little still, trying not to put strain on her blouse. Her father was eating a fry and watching her with a concerned look.
Chuckling, Jeremy pulled up the back of Amanda’s blouse. He fished an ice cube out of her drink and pressed it to her spine, sliding it down the entire length. He thought about shoving it down the back of her jeans, but they were on pretty tightly, concealing what looked to be a thong that matched the bra she was wearing.
When time started again, Amanda gasped and sat bolt upright. Jeremy froze her again at the moment her shoulder hit the seat back. Her blouse was momentarily straining across her chest. Using a pocketknife, Jeremy carefully cut off four of her buttons, leaving two intact at the top and two at the bottom. He gave each one a flick with his finger, pulled open the blouse to entirely reveal her chest, then sat down again to watch the show.
Amanda’s buttons flew off in random directions, clattering loudly on the floor. She shrieked in surprise, jerking her top closed before too many people could see anything. Her father, growing annoyed, slammed his drink down on the table. “Amanda!”
“I’m sorry, Daddy!” she offered. “I don’t know what happened!”
The man sighed. “Just… go to the washroom and put on another top. We can fix that one later.”
Amanda pulled a tee out of one of her shopping bags and hurried off to change. She got about three steps before Jeremy had to stop time to laugh.
Amanda emerged from the washroom after a minute with a sheepish look on her face. The tee had no buttons to play with, but was a little more snug than the blouse had been, showing off the bra straps on her shoulders. Of course, Jeremy knew her father wouldn’t appreciate that very much, so naturally he stopped time and removed her bra before she sat down again. She’d thank him later.
To her credit, Amanda didn’t take long to notice. Her father was still eating when she got a surprised look on her face and folder her arms across her chest.
“Something wrong?” her father asked.
“Nope, I just forgot something. Uh… I’ll be right back,” Amanda said, getting up and hurrying off to the washroom, presumably to look for the bra she’d left behind.
While she was gone, Jeremy set the bra on the table. Amanda’s father seemed shocked to see it, and even more shocked when he blinked and it vanished. His daughter returned a moment later, prompting the man to focus on his food, although Jeremy thought he saw him take a couple glances at her, probably trying to determine whether or not she was still wearing the bra.
Jeremy decided to answer his question. As soon as they both stood, he pulled up the shirt, exposing Amanda’s tits to her father. The little pink nipples were already a little hard from the embarrassment of losing the bra, and he was pretty sure the image became seared into her father’s brain in the half-second before the shirt suddenly covered them again.
Of course, there was more to a sweet, nubile young girl like Amanda than just a great pair of tits. Jeremy followed as they left the mall, stopping time when the pair were in a secluded part of the parkade. He loosened Amanda’s fingers and gave her bags a kick, then hid behind a car.
“Oh no!” Amanda cried as her prizes skidded on the pavement. She chased after them and bent over to pick them up.
Jeremy froze her again at that moment and approached her. She really did have an attractive pair of legs. Ass, too. It was a shame to hide them under so much denim. He unfastened her jeans and peeled them down to her knees, exposing her ass and thong to the air. Kneeling down, he pulled the thong to the side to satisfy his own curiosity. He gave Amanda’s clean-shaved pussy a gentle stroke, then put her underwear back in place before starting time again, giving her father a good, long look at his little girl before freezing them again and pulling the jeans back up.
Shaking his head, Amanda’s dad stepped up to help her with the bags. He picked them up and carried them for her to their vehicle, a large red SUV. Jeremy slipped inside while they were fastening their seatbelts, crouching behind the back seats where he wouldn’t be visible and waiting until they were rolling.
It was lucky their vehicle was so big. A sedan would have made things difficult. As it was, Jeremy had to move some of the bags out of his way so he could lean over the center console in stopped time, pulling open the father’s pants and using Amanda’s warm fingers to stroke his already half-hard cock.
The man – Albert, according to his ID – grunted softly and shifted his weight in the seat when things started up again. Apparently it didn’t take much to get him up. Amanda shifted in a similar way, but that was less surprising as Jeremy had used his own hand to expose and lightly rub her clit before pinching each of her still-hard nipples.
Neither one seemed to notice the other’s situation. In fact, they both seemed very concerned with staring straight out the windshield and not looking at one another. Jeremy grumbled internally. Sure they were relatives and all, but they weren’t even checking each other out. Clearly he would have to escalate if he wanted to see them fuck each other.
He thought back to his mind control manuals and stopped time again. Usually a little hint was enough to draw out latent interest in a person, but sometimes “hallucinations” were necessary. He unzipped Albert’s pants and pulled them down, then wrapped Amanda’s hand once more around her father’s dick, giving it a few strokes for good measure. Leaning back where he wouldn’t be seen, Jeremy pulled her out of time with him.
The silence was always the first thing to hit a person. Road noise, the engine, everything but the sound of Amanda’s own breath would be gone for her. She visibly tensed, looking around, then gasped in shock and pulled her hand back. “D-daddy?” she said softly.
As soon as she’d said it, Jeremy pushed her back into regular time and refastened her father’s pants. Lifting Amanda’s shirt up, he played the same trick on her father, cupping the man’s hand over his daughter’s breast and making him squeeze a little before pulling him likewise into the silence of null-time.
“The fuck?” Albert exclaimed, pulling his hand back. Jeremy pulled the shirt back down and started time properly, leaving both Albert and Amanda staring oddly at one another.
Albert cleared his throat and gripped the wheel with both hands, once more staring out at the road. Amanda looked down, wrapping her arms around herself.
“Goddammit,” Jeremy grumbled into the silence between the next seconds. “A mall full of sluts and I pick the prude.” He settled in and started time again, letting the rest of the drive go by without incident.
By the time they pulled to a stop, Amanda’s perky attitude had returned. Jeremy snuck out and waited, following them into their house and keeping them stopped while he had a look around.
Nobody else was home. In fact, nobody else seemed to even live in the place. There were only two bedrooms, and nothing in the closets that would indicate a mother’s presence. Jeremy kicked back in the living room and had a nap before getting up again, hiding, and starting time.
Amanda hurried off to her room to hang up her new dress. Jeremy followed, waiting until she was behind a closed door before stopping time and entering with her.
Staying outside her view, Jeremy watched while Amanda pulled out the dress and carefully slid it onto a padded hanger. He waited until she was reaching up and hanging it, then stopped her and once more pulled her jeans down to her knees, tugging the red thong to the side to inspect her.
“You need to be a lot wetter than that, kid,” he told her, sliding two fingers into her and spreading her pussy open. Pushing in deeper, he stroked her inner walls, collecting fluid on his fingers, then pulled them out and smeared it on her more sensitive areas. He rubbed a little of the juice around her asshole, just to be thorough, then stood up and used her lips to clean the last of it off before pulling her jeans back up and leaving the room.
He found Albert in the living room, already halfway through a bottle of beer. That was good. The fact the bulge hadn’t gone away in his pants was even better. Jeremy pulled the red bra from before out of his pocket and put it in the man’s lap, then started time.
Albert looked down at the lacy garment in disbelief. He picked it up and turned it over in his hands, feeling it to prove that it was real. Jeremy stopped time and took it back when Amanda’s door opened.
“I’m taking a shower,” she called.
Albert didn’t say anything, instead leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes. When he opened them again, he was greeted with the sight of his daughter’s ass; Amanda was bent forward with her back to the bathroom door, peeling the little red thong off of herself. Albert’s chair had “somehow” moved to the bathroom door, and his hand was likewise “somehow” wrapped around his own cock.
Albert cried out in surprise, but the vision was gone; he was sitting in the living room again, or still, while the sound of running water started drifting down the hall. “Jesus,” he muttered, taking another draw from his beer and turning on the television. “What the fuck.”
Jeremy shook his head. As fun as it was making the guy see his daughter’s body, dragging Albert’s chair around was a huge pain in the ass. Of course, there were easier ways. There was always an easier way.
The mall was a fair drive back, but Jeremy made good time once he pulled Albert’s vehicle out of time with him. He took a backpack from a clothing store, then collected what he needed from the electronics place before driving back to Albert and Amanda.
It was pretty easy to set up the receiver on Albert’s TV, and now Jeremy had a waterproof remote video camera set to broadcast to it directly. He even coded a universal remote so he could switch the input without having to walk back and forth. Now it was time to get Amanda into a more excited state of mind. Using a towel to collect the mist out of the air, Jeremy entered the bathroom and drew back the curtain.
Amanda stood completely naked in the tub, with water frozen in the process of pelting off her chest. Droplets hung in the air and a little river had formed between her breasts, flowing down between her legs. It looked like a waterfall of ice. Jeremy sat on the edge of the tub and looked up at her, then reached over and slid his fingers across the folds of her pussy.
After a few rubs, he stepped back and started time. He heard a little gasp, and when he froze her again, Amanda was looking down and biting her bottom lip. She looked surprised, but not scared. Jeremy rewarded her with another short session of rubbing, then sucked on one of her nipples before moving back behind the curtain and starting time again.
This time, Amanda moaned softly at the sensations, but after a couple seconds she went back to cleaning herself, starting to lather shampoo into her hair. Jeremy froze her again, admiring the view of her with her back arched and her hands in her hair; her small, perky tits thrust forward as if presenting them to him. Leaning over to suck on her other nipple, Jeremy once again stroked between Amanda’s legs. His fingers came away sticky; deny as she might, the girl was definitely getting turned on. Jeremy was, too, come to think of it. It was difficult not to, playing with such a pretty new toy. He pushed his fingers inside her and withdrew them again, then drew back the curtain, leaning around it from behind to watch Amanda’s reactions.
Amanda jumped a little when time restarted, slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle a squeaky, breathless sound. She reached down between her legs and gingerly felt her pussy, blushing hard enough at what she found that her ears almost turned red. Pulling the hand away, she looked at her fingers for a moment; then, slowly, she slid them into her mouth, sucking them clean.
Jeremy’s cock strained at the front of his pants in response. It was just too much, watching this sexy girl suck her own pussy juice without moving. Stopping time again, he took off his clothing and stepped into the shower behind her.
Taking hold of her hips, Jeremy moved closer. The tip of his cock rubbed along Amanda’s slit, picking up a coating of hot, sticky fluid, He moved back and forth a couple times, teasing himself, before reaching down and guiding himself up into her.
Amanda’s pussy was hot and snug. Jeremy pulled her back, slowly forcing every inch inside her, only stopping when he felt her firm little ass pressing hard against him. “Nice,” he said softly, giving her ass a little slap and leaving a handprint in the supple flesh. “A prude, sure, but not a virgin.”
Amanda didn’t seem to object, so Jeremy started fucking her slow and deep. With her standing up the way she was, he could feel the front of her pussy with every thrust; a hand on her lower stomach and a little pressure kept her from opening too wide for a while.
Warm and tight though she was, Jeremy soon became bored with the simple act of fucking her. He pulled back a little and slipped free of her, looking down at himself. His cock glistened with collected juices, and Amanda’s hips were tilted back toward him, presenting herself for his enjoyment. He stepped forward again and let his shaft fall against her with a meaty slap, then squeezed her ass in both hands, holding her tight to either side of him.
It wasn’t as warm or tight as her pussy had been, but Amanda’s cheeks gripped firmly enough and he was able to keep them in tight as he thrust himself back and forth. His hips slapped against her ass in a slow, loud rhythm, breaking the room’s silence every other second.
Turning and lifting her, Jeremy pushed Amanda onto her back in mid-air. He pointed her legs straight up, squeezing his cock between her thighs and laying the underside of the shaft over her open pussy. He thrust harder now, one arm around her legs to hold her in place while the other reached up to grope her tit, pinching and tugging at the nipple.
“That’s more like it,” he groaned, picking up a little speed. The slapping of skin on skin grew louder, an echoless sound that made the room seem much larger than it was. Jeremy imagined he was in a stadium, showing thousands of people his mastery over them.
He came hard and sudden, giving a pleasured grunt and shooting his seed over Amanda’s body. Elongated white drops formed an arc in the air, some stopping short and others splattering onto the girl’s tits and stomach. Jeremy reached down and milked the last drops out, wiping them onto her mound, before stepping back and away.
He turned her around and stood her up where she’d been before, still sucking on her fingers with an almost blissful look. Since her other hand was free, Jeremy pulled it down and shoved two of Amanda’s fingers up into her gaping pussy. Moving out of the tub, he found an angle where he could see a little of her face and breast without being seen himself. He aimed his little waterproof camera, restarted time, and activated the receiver on the television in the other room.
Amanda drew a sharp breath, then moaned loudly. The hand that had been in her mouth slapped on the tile wall to support her, and the other shook and twitched. After a moment, her arm started moving a little; embracing the sudden movement, she’d started fingering herself, drawing out the sensation. She looked incredible. If he hadn’t just fucked her, Jeremy thought, he’d certainly do so now.
Panting, Amanda started to calm down. Her fingers withdrew from her crotch, and Jeremy turned off the video receiver and stopped time again.
Albert was still in his chair in front of the television. The look on his face was pure shock. That was a disappointment to Jeremy; he figured by now the old man would be enjoying the show at least a little. After all, how often does your TV magically start showing a live hidden cam view of a teenage beauty masturbating in the shower just a room away?
Jeremy sighed, walking into the kitchen and taking a can of beer from the fridge. Maybe this required a gentler touch. He leaned on a wall out of Albert’s view and started time again, watching the TV with him. Apparently, Houston was going all the way this year. Good for them.
Amanda walked into the living room after a few minutes. Her hair was clean and damp, and she was wearing a man’s shirt that hung down to her thighs. Her legs were bare except for a pair of fuzzy-looking socks. She sat on the sofa a few feet from her father, who seemed to be trying hard not to look at her.
They sat in silence, watching the sports game. Jeremy rolled his eyes and waited, stifling the urge to groan at the tedium that was professional sports. By the time the station broke for commercials, Jeremy was ready to kill himself, but Albert and Amanda both seemed much more relaxed.
Amanda got up to go to the kitchen for a soda. “Want anything, Daddy?” she asked as she walked by.
“Sure, Princess, I’ll have a-”
Jeremy stopped him in the middle of his sentence. Amanda was walking past her father’s field of view, making it a perfect opportunity for a little show. Carefully, holding the fabric away from her skin, Jeremy pulled the long shirt up. He exposed her body to the air and to her father’s gaze, using some clothespins to keep it from falling back down, then started time again.
Albert went silent as his almost-nude daughter walked by. His eyes clearly took it all in: her long legs, her tight ass and mint-colored panties, the curve of her figure and the gentle bounce of her perky tits as she walked. After the third step, Jeremy returned her shirt to its former position.
Amanda shivered, but seemed not to realize what had happened. “A what?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder at her father.
Albert’s face was turning red. “A beer,” he finished, looking away.
Jeremy grinned. Alcohol would only help the situation. Of course, once the beer was in Albert’s hand and Amanda was back on the couch, he spiked it with some vodka he found in a cupboard, because his patience did have limits.
For the next hour, he toyed with them both. He took every opportunity to make them flash one another, and teased Amanda’s nipples and pussy to keep her in a constant state of slight arousal. Eventually, he could even smell it on the air: the faint scent of a girl whose panties bear a distinct wet spot. Albert had managed to tuck his hardon down a pant leg, and Jeremy was using a pencil to tease it just enough to make the man uncomfortably aware of it. They were both squirming, trying not to let on what they were feeling, and neither one of them had any idea they were being manipulated; it was perfect. He just had to wait for the right time.
The time came when a commercial for a TV drama flashed on the screen. It was a preview of an upcoming episode in which two people who should not be fucking fell prey to their desires. Jeremy stopped time as the actors onscreen were making out and pulling at each other’s clothing.
Amanda was biting her bottom lip. Her cheeks were flushed; she was obviously getting more turned on by the images on the screen. Jeremy lifted the front of her shirt and gave her nipples a little pinch, then started working her panties down off her hips.
She was absolutely soaked down there. Jeremy slid his fingers over her shining, slippery folds, humming a tune to himself. He pushed back the skin until he could see her clit; it was practically pulsing with need. He rubbed and teased it with one hand, while the other slid two fingers inside Amanda’s pussy and started slowly pumping in and out.
“You’re a fun toy,” he said, withdrawing his fingers, “but I’m getting bored.” Sighing, Jeremy turned toward Albert. “Guess we’ll have to do things the hard way.”
-*-*-
Amanda squirmed a little on the couch. The commercial on TV was making it feel like she was still touching herself. She’d never had flashes like this before, and found herself wishing her mother was still around to tell her if it was normal.
There was a queasy sensation, like when a car drives over an unexpected bump, and suddenly Amanda felt an intense pressure between her legs. She moaned, squeezing her pelvic muscles around something, then gasped in shock as she looked up into her father’s confused face.
“D-daddy?” Amanda said, growing slowly aware of the world outside of her throbbing girl-parts. She was on the couch, on her back. Her knees were in the air and her feet were on the couch, spread wide. She was completely naked, and so was her father. He was on top of her, staring down in shock at her, and the hot, throbbing pressure inside her was apparently his cock.
“Oh my god,” her father said, hurriedly pulling himself up off of her. Amanda felt her pussy relaxing as his cock withdrew, only to be suddenly stretched around him once again, drawing another moan from her.
“Shit,” her father said, again trying to lift himself off of her. Again, he almost pulled free before something happened, causing him to again be buried to the root inside her.
“Daddy, stop!” Amanda begged.
“I’m trying,” her father replied. “Something keeps happe-”
There was another nauseating twist to the world and Amanda found herself sitting up again. She was still naked, and her father’s hips were still between her thighs, but now she was sitting on top of him with her hands pressed to his muscular chest.
“Ohfuck,” he said, looking away from her. “Amanda, baby, just-”
Amanda pushed off him, trying to get up, but as soon as she did, something slammed her down. She felt her father’s pelvis grind up against her, and a lingering sense on her waist like someone had grabbed her and pulled her down. Except nobody had, because only one person was here, and she could see his hands, on the couch unmoving.
She tried once more, and once again found herself slammed down. Her sudden movement drew moans from them both. “St-stop,” her father said, putting up his hands. “Just don’t mo- AAH!”
His hips bucked up into her, ramming against her clit and bouncing her halfway off his cock before gravity pulled her down again. Amanda gasped, shamefully feeling pleasure from the thrust.
“Sorry, sweetie,” he said, still looking away. “Something stabbed my aa-ASS!” His voice rose again, as did his hips, slamming up into her and again making her bounce up and then down onto him.
Amanda held very still, biting her lip. There were a couple more jolts under her as her father flinched in pain, resisting the reflex to thrust up into her again. After a few seconds, she let herself exhale, then felt something like a thumbtack stabbing her left butt cheek.
“Owie!” she cried, pushing up and away from the pain. A force slammed her back down in an instant, and her father groaned beneath her.
“This isn’t happening- OW!” Again a pain and a reflexive jump up; again a sudden intense stretching as she was slammed down on her father’s cock faster than she could think. She could feel him pulsing deep within her; his eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to control himself.
Amanda tensed her legs, determined not to so much as flinch if the strange pain returned, but it didn’t. Instead there was a sudden emptiness, followed by a deep thrust and an audible slap as her father’s cock slammed into her from behind.
She was on her hands and knees now, on his bed, and his cock was somehow deeper inside her than before. He started snapping back and forth, withdrawing and thrusting again and again. Her pussy was on fire, and the moans it forced out of her drowned out her father’s apologies. Through a confused and frightened haze, she realized she was having one of the most intense orgasms of her life.
Amanda’s elbows buckled and her face fell into the pillows, but still her father’s cock was forced in and out, over and over again. She could hear his breath growing ragged, speeding up along with the pace of his impossibly-sudden thrusts. His voice rose in a stifled groan, and Amanda could feel heat spreading inside of her. It took a moment for her to realize that he was cumming, filling her pussy with what felt like gallons of his spunk.
The thrusts finally stopped. She could feel him starting to soften, could feel his cum leaking out of her. “Oh god,” he said, “I just-”
Amanda’s stomach did a backflip and she opened her eyes. She was in bed, under the covers, with a hand between her legs rubbing the moist and sticky crotch of her panties. She felt sore all over and more confused than ever, but clung to the best possible explanation, turning over and quietly crying herself to sleep.
-*-*-
Jeremy grumbled darkly as he left the house. That had been more effort than he wanted to put into playing a joke on someone. He hoped the bitch got pregnant. That would be a fitting punishment for being such an effort. Hell, he could make sure of it. He made a note to come back tomorrow night and every night after; even if her father hadn’t done it, Jeremy could sure as hell get Amanda knocked up if he came in her enough. Hell, he thought, maybe that could be a new hobby. He could populate the whole city with mysteriously pregnant women, wouldn’t that be fun?
Jeremy chuckled, climbing into Albert’s car and starting the engine. The day was looking up.