slut-solutions: slut-problems: Kiara was walking home from school. She was thinking about all the th
slut-solutions: slut-problems: Kiara was walking home from school. She was thinking about all the things she wanted to do when she got home when a car slowed to a stop next to her and the window rolled down. “Kiara?” the man asked. “Yeah? Who are you?” she asked. “Your father asked me to pick you up and take you to his office. There’s been an emergency,” the man said. Kiara wasn’t sure about this. She was certain her father would have texted her and so she looked down at her phone and scrolled trying to find a text from him but there was nothing. “He doesn’t have his phone! Get in! Hurry!” He sounded so convincing that Kiara got in the car. She immediately started asking questions and the man answered them. Everything seemed to make sense, even the part about him stopping by his house to grab his tools. “Come on in, it’s too cold to wait out here in the car,” he told her and so she followed him inside. He closed the front door and ran to his bedroom. He was rifling around in his room and she looked around the foyer. There were framed pictures of his family. He had a wife and two children, a boy and girl. The girl looked strikingly similar to Kiara and she walked toward one of the photos and studied the girl’s features. They could have been sisters for how similar they looked. She texted her father, “Are you okay?” “Can you come help me with this?” the man called from his room and Kiara was startled. “Sure!” she called and she walked to his room. Once inside she saw that the man had a gun and it was pointed straight at her face. She didn’t scream or cry. She just stared into his eyes questioningly. “My dad isn’t having an emergency is he?” she asked the man. “Nope. You’re a smart girl, Kiara. That’s why I chose you.” “Chose me? For what?” she asked and then realized that maybe she didn’t want to know the answer to that question. She began to cry, tears of fear running down her cheeks as the truth of the situation set in. “Take off your clothes, Kiara. You are to call me daddy from this point on.” Kiara gulped as she thought of his daughter from the photo. Had he done this to her too or was she just the stand in? Was she his version of fucking his own daughter? She slowly removed her clothing until she stood before him, naked. “Get on the bed,” he told her and so she crawled onto the bed and lay down. He immediately began to tie her up, tying her wrists back over her head and her ankles together. He fastened a collar around her neck and clipped a leash to it as well. He bound her hands to the bed so she couldn’t escape him. He fastened a ball gag into her mouth and then he stepped back and admired his handiwork. “You look perfect now, Kiara. Except I’m going to call you Danielle. You don’t mind, do you?” Kiara tried to answer, but found her mouth was filled with the ball gag, so instead she shook her head no to indicate she didn’t mind being called Danielle. She wondered if Danielle was the name of his look-alike daughter. She would have bet her life that it was. He pulled his cock out now, the gun discarded onto a nearby table. She was all tied up now. He didn’t need a gun. His cock pushed into her asshole first. He had been kind enough to lube it up first, which she was grateful for, but his cock was long and thick and it hurt something fierce as he fucked her with it. He immediately began to moan with pleasure, while Kiara moaned with pain. “Yes, Danielle. Take Daddy’s cock,” he said as he fucked her asshole. Kiara screamed against her ball gag, tears of pain dripping down her cheeks. “This is how Daddy wants you, Daddy wants to fuck your tight, little asshole. That’s a good girl. Don’t cry. It’ll be over soon,” he said as he picked up the pace, fucking her asshole harder. She was screaming now, her tears dripping down her neck. Just when she thought she couldn’t handle another thrust he pulled his cock out of her ass and then he paused to take the gag out of her mouth. “Danielle, I brought you your favorite. Big, fat cock!” He shoved his cock into Kiara’s mouth and she had no choice but to take it. He grabbed the gun now and pointed it at her temple. She began to scream with fear, which only seemed to excite him further. Kiara was afraid. She was more afraid than she had ever been in her life. He pulled his cock from her mouth and smacked her in the face with it one, two, three times. He laughed at her. “You’re such a slut, Danielle! Such a fucking slut!” The gag was put back in her mouth and his hard cock moved to her pussy. “I hope you’re on birth control, Danielle because I’m about to nut so far up in your pussy! You want to have Daddy’s baby?” he laughed. “Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! MMMMMMM!” Kiara tried to say no. She wasn’t on birth control! His cock pushed into her pussy and she watched his determined face as he gripped her hips and fucked her pussy hard and fast. She couldn’t stop herself from cumming on his cock. Her pussy wasn’t aware that this was a rape. It responded to his cock just as it would any other cock that entered her pussy. She was screaming now with a twisted pleasure, because on the one hand it felt good, but on the other it felt terrible. This juxtaposition of pleasure and pain was too much for her. Her orgasms washed over her as her screams of fear became screams of pleasure. “One cream pie cumming up, Danielle! Hold on, baby!” the man cried out just before he came inside of her. His orgasm seemed to last for a few minutes, it happened in slow motion for Kiara. She prayed that he was shooting blanks or that by some other miracle she wouldn’t get pregnant, but he shot his load up inside of her with precision. She had been absolutely cream pied. He got up off of her and looked her in the eyes. “I’m so sorry I did this to you again, Danielle. You’re just so perfect,” he walked out of the room, leaving Kiara strapped to the bed, the gag still in her mouth. She began to cry out, wondering where he had gone. As scared as she had been with him in the room, she was even more scared now that she was alone. Would he come back? Would he ever let her go? Would she ever see her real Daddy ever again or was this how she would die? Her tears continued to flow down her cheeks, but her arms were still bound and she could not wipe them away. My old blog, Slut-Problems was shut down by Tumblr. I made a new one called Slut-Solutions. Cum follow me! -- source link