Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I’d kept her pussy stuffed all night until she was able to take me more easily and by the last time I rolled away from her she’d stop fighting, though it had taken days before she was looking for cock each time I got near her.
That first day after I’d taken her had been a trial. I’d deliberately left her untied and left the house. I watched from the trees surrounding my cabin as she snuck out the door, looking around cautiously. I’d let her get down off the porch and make her way towards the clearing before releasing my dog from his leash.
He took her down amid her screams of fright before I jogged over and stood over her. “Get him off me.” I knew he wouldn’t hurt her; just hold her there for me, which is just what he did. I had to pull him away before he started licking her face like it was a game, letting her know what a big softie he was.
I’d dragged her back inside and to punish her for her escape attempt had set about making her want me. That was the first time I’d done that and it had become addictive. I do like the way she gives into me, the way her pussy juices at the feel of my fingers or my tongue. I love making her want me, and even more the way she begs me for release.
That wasn’t her last attempt at subterfuge but I’ve rebuffed each and every one of them, always staying ten steps ahead of her. She now knows and understands, that there’s nowhere in this world she can go to escape me. And now with the news that my plan had worked, that I had actually got her with child, she was bound to me forever.
“Is your little pussy feeling better from this morning? I must admit that was rather beastly of me. What can I say, my morning wood waits for no one.” I’d fucked her extra hard this morning because last night I’d found myself watching her while she slept. That was something I’d done in the past, only with the ones I loved. It pissed me off that my subconscious mind had taken me there with her, and so I’d reacted badly.
She’d kicked and thrashed beneath me as my cock hammered away at her still tight pussy. Her begging and pleading had fallen on disinterested ears, though it wasn’t long before she was panting in heat beneath my thrusts.
She’d pulled at her chains, the sounds making my cock even harder than it already was. I’d come to love the sight and sound of her bondage. Knowing that she was under my complete control gave me the greatest pleasure.
Her degradation was almost complete. The time between her struggles and capitulation was getting shorter and shorter by the day. She was slowly becoming exactly what I wanted her to be. Owned, by me.
By the time I am done with the little beauty she was going to be nothing more than a shell of herself. A mindless little cum slut who did only what I bid her to. She wouldn’t be able to have a thought without seeking my approval, she would be no use to anyone else ever again.
Even if by some miracle she were to escape me, she’d never be accepted back there where she came from. She didn’t know that I knew that, she didn’t know a lot of things. Like the fact that her dad was a murdering fuck. Was he in hell yet I wonder? She’d only been gone a month and a half, how long will it take before the realization that she was lost forever set in?
I hope he wakes up each day tortured and tormented, and goes to bed the same. I’d started sending him little messages taunting him with past sins but not quite telling him which one his kid was paying for.
I know he had no way of tracing anything back to me, just as the cops who’d taken her computer wouldn’t be able to either. Everything from my IP address pinged off of some place in the Philippines, thousands of miles away. It’ll take them years, if ever, to break down my firewall so I had no fear of being discovered.
It was the only reason I was pleased that he hadn’t stopped that night; that he had no idea who I was. Funny that the thing I hated most about him was the very thing that made all of this possible.
I fed her the last forkful of fish and wiped her mouth clean. I didn’t ask if she’d had enough. From all the research I’d done, plus past experience, I knew how much sustenance she needed to maintain my child in her womb. Instead I cleared away the dishes, before moving around to the head of the bed. “Open.” It was time for dessert.