Chapter 3: Building Tension
Dakota wakes up to the sounds of gagging. Kristine’s warm naked body is in between his strong thighs, with his cock in her throat. It seems like his demand for a morning blowjob was relayed to Kristine, he thought. He debated letting her know he was awake, but he decided to take advantage of the situation. He carefully hovered his hands over her head, and with a swift motion, grabbed the back of her head and jammed himself all the way into her unsuspecting throat. Kristine's eyes bulged in sheer surprise, her body tensing as she tried to gasp for breath. She gagged and choked on his cock, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to breathe. Dakota let out a low, satisfied groan, enjoying the feeling of her tight throat constricting around his cock. He held her head in place, her nose pressed against his pelvis, her eyes watering and mascara running.
"Fuck, look at you," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You're a natural cocksucker, aren't you?
Look at you, choking on my fucking cock like the little slut you are." Dakota taunted, his grip on Kristine's hair tightening as he began to thrust his hips, fucking her throat with brutal force.
Kristine gagged and choked around his cock, her body convulsing as she struggled to breathe. Dakota could feel the vibrations of her throat, could feel the tight grip of her esophagus around his shaft. He groaned, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
"That's right, you filthy little whore," he growled, his voice thick with lust.
"Take that fucking cock deep in your throat. You know I want to see those tear-stained cheeks and that fucked-up makeup. You look so fucking pretty like that."
Kristine gagged and choked again, her hands clawing at his thighs as she struggled for air. Her eyes were streaming tears, her makeup running in black streaks down her face. Dakota reached down and grabbed her tits, squeezing them roughly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
“Do you want me to stop fucking your face, Kristine?” Dakota asked calmly. Kristine looked up with tears streaming down her face, surprised at being given the choice. But she knew he wanted her to choke on his dick until he came in her throat, and she knew that is what she wanted as well. She shook her head, looking at him with lust in her eyes. She wanted this. She wanted him to use her, to fuck her face until he came. The tears stinging her eyes and the pain in her throat were only making her pussy wetter. "Please, Dakota. Fuck my face. Make me take your cum," she begged, her voice hoarse from the abuse.
Dakota grinned, his cock throbbing at her words. He loved hearing her beg, loved seeing the tears streaming down her face, her makeup smeared and ruined. He tightened his grip on her hair, his other hand still squeezing her tits.
"Say it again, Kristine. Tell me what you want," he growled.
Kristine's breath hitched, her voice barely above a whisper. Make me take your cum. I want it. I want all of it."
Dakota's cock throbbed at her words, and he began to fuck her face in earnest. He thrust his hips forward, burying his cock deep in her throat with each stroke. He could feel her gag reflex kicking in, her throat clenching around him as she struggled to breathe.
"There you go, you little slut," he taunted.
"You want it deep in your throat, don't you? You want to feel my cock fucking your face."
Kristine moaned around his cock, her body shaking with desire and pain. She could feel his cock swelling, could feel the pre-cum leaking from the tip. She knew he was close, could feel his body tensing as he prepared to come.
Dakota groaned, the sound guttural and primal. "Fuck yeah, Kristine. You're such a fucking slut for my cock. You love this, don't you?
You love feeling my cock stretching your throat, filling you up completely," Dakota growled, his voice low and fierce. He thrust his hips forward, impaling her deeper on his cock. Kristine gagged and choked, her body convulsing around his shaft. She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat with each thrust, the sensation sending waves of pleasure and pain through her body.
"Yes, daddy," she managed to choke out, her voice hoarse and breathless. I love feeling your cock in my throat."
Dakota grinned, his grip tightening on her hair as he held her in place.
He could feel his orgasm building, his balls drawing up tight against his body. You’re going to swallow every fucking drop of my cum. You’re going to take it all." He groaned as he felt the first spurt of cum hit the back of her throat. He could feel her body convulse as she struggled to breathe, her eyes watering and mascara running down her face.
"Take it, you filthy little slut," he growled, his cock pulsing as he continued to unload his seed down her throat. Kristine gagged and choked around his cock, her body shaking with each spurt of cum.
Dakota's grip on her hair loosened slightly, allowing her to pull back and catch her breath. Kristine slowly backed off his member, savoring in the moment before swallowing all his remaining cum. “What do you say Kristine?” He asked with a satisfied smile. Kristine took a deep breath, her chest heaving as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and devotion. She knew what he wanted to hear, knew what he wanted her to say. "Thank you, daddy," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude and desire. "Thank you for using my throat, for making me take your cock like the little slut that I am."
Dakota grinned, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with saliva and cum. He loved hearing her say those words, loved seeing the tears and makeup smeared on her face. He reached down and lifted her chin, his thumb brushing against her swollen lips.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You look so fucking beautiful like that, all makeup smeared and eyes watering. Now, go clean yourself up and then come back. I'm going to need some energy after that grueling workout. I want you to cook me breakfast."
Kristine nodded, her body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure and pain. She climbed off the bed, her legs wobbling as she made her way to the en-suite bathroom. Dakota watched her go, his eyes lingering on her ass. He could still see the faint red marks where his hands had gripped her, and he felt a pang of satisfaction.
Kristine was his now, completely and utterly. He knew she would do anything for him, anything to please him. And he planned to push her limits, to see just how far he could take her.
He got out of bed and walked over to the door, closing it behind him as he made his way to the bathroom. He could hear Kristine moving around inside, the sounds of running water and the smell of soap filling the air. He stood in the doorway, watching her through the partially open shower curtain as she washed herself. Her body was still marked with the evidence of their encounter, her throat red and swollen, her makeup smeared and tear-stained.
Dakota's cock throbbed at the sight, his body responding to the memories of what they had just shared. He watched as she lathered up a washcloth, her hands trembling slightly as she started to wipe away the remnants of their passion. He couldn't help but notice the way her breath hitched as she cleaned between her legs, her fingers pausing to stroke her clit.
Dakota's cock twitched, a surge of lust coursing through him. He knew he couldn’t let her know he was watching. He stepped away and called Lilith to come to his room. Quickly she came to his side, eyes pondering what he needed.
“I need to piss, get on your knees and open wide Lilith” Dakota said sternly.
Lilith eagerly complied, dropping to her knees between his legs, her mouth open wide. Dakota looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Good girl,” he growled. “Now stick out your tongue and catch my piss.”
Lilith extended her tongue, her eyes locked onto Dakota’s as she waited for him to begin. Dakota smirked, his cock twitching with anticipation. He placed one hand on Lilith’s head, his fingers gripping her hair tightly, while the other hand stroked his shaft, aiming it towards her waiting mouth.
“Here it comes, you filthy little piss drinker,” he taunted, his voice thick with lust.
Lilith’s eyes widened as the first stream of piss hit her tongue, her body jerking in surprise. She quickly adjusted, her tongue curling around his shaft to catch the flow, her eyes locked onto his. Dakota groaned, his cock throbbing as he watched her take every drop.
“That’s it, good girl,” he praised, his grip on her hair tightening. “Take all of my piss like the little toiletslut you are.”
Lilith moaned, her body trembling with desire as she felt his warm piss fill her mouth. She could taste the slight saltiness of it, could feel the heat of his stream against her tongue.
She opened her mouth wider, her throat constricting slightly as she tried to swallow the steady flow. Dakota watched her, his cock throbbing with lust as he saw her take every drop.
"Fuck, that's right, Lilith," he groaned, his grip on her hair tightening. "You fucking love that shit, don't you? You love being my little piss slut."
Lilith moaned in agreement, her body trembling with desire as she felt his warm piss fill her mouth. She could feel her pussy getting wetter, could feel her clit throbbing with need. She wanted him, wanted his cock deep inside her.
Dakota shoved his cock deep into lilith’s throat. The hot stream of piss now going directly into her stomach. He grabbed a hold of her pigtails and began roughly fucking her throat. Lilith’s gagging sounds echoed through the spacious room. Her eyes watered, and mascara ran down her face as she struggled to swallow the hot stream of piss mixed with Dakota's thick cock. Her throat constricted around his shaft, her body convulsing as she tried to breathe and swallow at the same time.
Dakota groaned, his hips moving faster as he fucked her face with brutal force. "That's right, you piece of shit. Take my cock and my piss like the fucking little slut you are. You want to feel my cum and piss filling up your stomach, don't you?"
Lilith could only moan in response, her body trembling with desire and pain.
She could feel his cock swelling in her throat, could feel the hot stream of piss filling her up. Her pussy was dripping, her clit throbbing with need. She wanted him to fuck her, to use her like the filthy slut she was.
Dakota pulled his cock out of Lilith's throat, his cock glistening with saliva and piss. His eyes were dark with lust as he looked down at her, panting and grinning.
"You're a fucking filthy piece of shit, aren't you Lilith?
You love taking my cock and piss down your throat like this, don't you?" Dakota growled, his voice thick with lust. "Now, get on the bed and spread those fucking whore legs for me. I want to see what that filthy ass of yours looks like after being used as a fucking piss receptacle too."
Lilith quickly climbed onto the bed, her body trembling with anticipation and desire. She spread her legs wide, her pussy glistening with her arousal. Dakota smirked and climbed onto the bed, his eyes locked onto her. He lined up his cock head with her asshole, and shoved it in. Lilith moaned like an animal in heat, as Dakota began launching another blast of hot piss into her ass. The sensation was overwhelming, the warmth of his urine filling her up, making her feel dirty and used - exactly how she loved to feel.
Dakota held nothing back, his cock throbbing with the need to empty its contents. "Take it, bitch. Take every drop of my fucking piss in that filthy asshole of yours," he commanded, his voice thick with lust.
Lilith continued to moan and writhe, her back arching as she tried to take as much of Dakota's piss as possible. She could feel it dripping out of her, coating her thighs and the sheets beneath her. She loved the feeling of being so incredibly filled and used.
She wanted more. She wanted everything he had to give her.
Dakota grunted, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He pulled out of her ass, his cock still throbbing with aftershocks. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust.
"Did you like that, you fucking whore?" he growled.
Lilith nodded, her body still trembling with pleasure. "Yes, daddy. I loved it. I love being your little piss slut."
Dakota grinned, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with piss and lube.
"Good girl. Now, go get Sara. We haven’t had any fun yet. I don’t want her to feel left out.”
Lilith quickly gathered herself and ran out of the room. Once she left, Kristine came out of the shower, completely nude. Dakota looked her up and down smiling. “I masturbated thinking of all the nasty things you are going to train me to do daddy” she said coyly “but I am going to go make your breakfast. I’ll be back when you are done breaking Sara in ok?” Kristine rushed out to go take care of the food.
Lilith returned, with Sara in tow behind her. “Here you go sir, have fun with her. She is probably the most depraved one here.” Lilith suggested. Dakota pointed to the ground at his feet and Sara crawled over on all fours. He then waved Lilith away. It was just him and Sara now. Time to see what she can do.
“Have you ever puked on a cock while being facefucked Sara?” Dakota asked.
“Yes sir, or I mean, um… yes daddy. I actually love to puke on cock. It’s the only way I have ever cum. Will you let me show you how much I love puking on dick, daddy?” She said excitedly.
“Well, Sara, I guess we’re going to find out just how much you love it.” Dakota said while walking towards his bathroom to bring a towel for her to kneel on.
Sara eagerly awaited his return, her eyes glued to his bare ass, grateful for the opportunity to serve him. As he came back, he placed the towel on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her towards him by the hair.
“Get comfortable, Sara,” he growled.
“You’re going to be here for a while.”
Dakota pushed Sara to her knees on the towel, her body shaking with anticipation. He positioned himself in front of her, his cock already hard and ready. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back and forcing her to look up at him.
“Open that filthy mouth of yours and stick out that tongue,” he commanded. Sara eagerly complied, her tongue peeking out between her lips. Dakota smiled, his cock twitching with anticipation.
“That’s a good little slut,” he murmured. He moved in a little closer and spit on her tongue. “Thank you daddy” she said with a smile. Dakota grinned at Sara’s eagerness. He wasted no time and crammed his cock into her mouth, balls deep. Sara gagged and coughed, tears streaming down her face as his cock hit the back of her throat.
“That’s it, bitch,” he growled. “Take that fucking cock like the good little slut you are. I want to see your throat stretch around my dick.”
Sara moaned around his cock, her body trembling with excitement and pain. She tried to relax her throat, but it was a struggle. Dakota didn’t give a fuck if she was in pain or not.
He wanted to use her throat, to fuck it raw and make her gag on his cock. He started to move his hips back and forth, fucking her throat in slow, deep thrusts.
"Look at me, you fucking whore," he growled. "Keep your eyes on me while I fuck your face."
Sara did as she was told, her eyes watering and mascara running as she looked up at him. Dakota smirked, loving the sight of her all fucked up and broken. He increased his pace, his cock slamming into her throat with brutal force.
"That's right, you little slut," he taunted. “You are going to be a puke covered mess by the time we are done here.”
Dakota said as he looked down at Sara, his eyes dark with lust. He began to thrust his hips, fucking her throat with increasing force and speed.
Sara’s eyes were watering, her mascara running in black streaks down her face. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him, even as she gagged and choked around his throbbing cock. She was determined to take every inch of him, to make him proud of his little slut.
Dakota felt her throat clench around his shaft, felt the vibrations of her gagging sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
He gripped her hair tighter, his fingers digging into her scalp as he pulled her head back, forcing her to look up at him.
"That's right, you worthless little cocksucker," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take this fucking cock deep in your throat. Make me feel that tight little throat of yours milking my dick."
Sara's eyes watered, her mascara running in thick black streaks down her face. She gagged and choked around his cock, her body convulsing with each thrust.
The sound of her gagging was music to his ears, and he couldn't help but smile as he watched her struggle to breathe. He knew she wanted this, needed this. Sara was a filthy little slut who craved the pain and degradation he could give her.
Dakota groaned, feeling his orgasm building. He pulled back slightly, giving her a moment to catch her breath before plunging back into her throat with renewed force.
"Fuck, look at you, you filthy little whore," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You love this, don't you?
You fucking love it when I use your throat, don't you, Sara?" Dakota growled, his grip on her hair tightening as he forced her to take more of his cock.
Sara couldn't respond, her throat too full of cock and her airway too constricted, but her eyes rolled back in her head and she nodded as best she could. Dakota smiled, a cruel and lust-filled grin that promised so much more.
"Fucking right you do," he said, spitting in her face. "You're a fucking filthy little cumdumpster, aren't you?” As he said this, her throat exploded with a wave of puke. It blew out all over his dick and balls, dripping onto the floor underneath. Dakota laughed at the sight of it, the sound dark and wicked.
“Fucking look at you,” he said, pulling back a bit to let her catch her breath. “You’re a fucking mess, aren’t you? I love it.”
Sara moaned, her eyes watering as she looked up at him, her chest heaving with breath. She wanted his cock back in her throat.
“Please, daddy,” she begged, her voice hoarse. “Please fuck my face again. Make me take your puke covered cock in my throat. Make me puke 10 more times. No 100 times. I'll puke 100 fucking times if that's what you want, daddy," Sara begged, her voice barely above a whisper. She was desperate to please him, to make him proud of his little slut.
Dakota grinned, a cruel and lustful smirk spreading across his face. "That's right, you fucking filthy little whore," he growled. "I want you to puke until you pass out, until you can't take anymore of my cock in your throat. And then, you may have a break for the day."
Sara moaned with excitement, her body trembling with anticipation.
Dakota grinned, a wicked glint in his eye. He grabbed her by the hair, using it to guide her head back towards his cock, now glistening with her puke. "Open that fucking filthy mouth of yours and start licking it clean, you fucking pig."
Sara eagerly complied, her tongue darting out to greedily lick up the mess she had made. She couldn't get enough of the taste of him mixed with her puke. It was fucking disgusting and fucking delicious at the same time. She moaned again, her pussy flooding with juices as she continued to lick his cock clean.
Dakota grinned, watching her work. He knew she was a fucking filthy little pig, and he loved it.
“That’s a good girl,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Clean that cock for me, slut. Make sure there’s not a drop of your puke left on me.”
Sara eagerly complied, her tongue working over every inch of his cock, licking up every last drop of her puke. She even went so far as to stick her tongue up his piss slit, making sure to get every last bit.
“Fucking good girl,” Dakota groaned, his cock throbbing with desire.
“You are a fucking filthy little puke slut, aren’t you?”
Sara nodded eagerly, her eyes watering from the intense look in his eyes. “Yes, daddy. I am your filthy little puke slut.”
Dakota’s cock twitched at her words, and he fisted her hair, guiding her head back to his cock. “Now, take my cock back in that filthy throat of yours. Show me how much you love it.”
Sara eagerly complied, opening her mouth wide and taking his cock deep. Dakota groaned, his hips moving forward, fucking her face with brutal force.
He could feel her throat working around his cock, her gag reflex kicking in as she struggled to take him. He loved the feeling of her throat clenching around him, loved the sight of her tears and mascara running down her face.
"Fucking take it, you filthy little whore," he growled, his grip on her hair tightening. "Take all of my cock in that fucking throat of yours. I want to see you gag and choke on it."
Sara moaned around his cock, her body trembling with desire and pain. She tried to relax her throat, to take him deeper, but it was a struggle. Dakota didn't care, as he jammed it in, and a second puke explosion followed with even more strength. It squirted from her nose and mouth.
The foamy blend of cum, saliva, and vomit splattered onto his pelvis and balls. She tried to pull back, but he held her in place, her lips stretched around the base of his cock. She gagged and choked, her body convulsing as she struggled for breath. She puked again and again, coming closer to the point of passing out. The pile of puke on the floor was at least a gallon. But Dakota wasn’t going to let her rest until she puked more. Enough to pass out.
Sara's body convulsed, her eyes rolling back in her head as she succumbed to the lack of oxygen and the overwhelming stimulation. Dakota watched with satisfaction as she finally passed out, her body limp and lifeless on the floor, surrounded by a sea of vomit. He could feel his cock throbbing with the need for release, so he quickly pulled out of her mouth and instead grabbed a handful of puke. He massaged it into her asshole, lubing it up. With one swift motion, he shoved his puke covered cock into Sara’s ass while her unconscious body lay limp in a pool of puke.
She didn’t even stir, completely out of it. He began to fuck her ass, his cock slapping against her cheeks, coating her backside with more vomit and precum. The sight of her limp, used body, covered in puke and ready for him to fill up, sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. He grasped her hips, using them as leverage to slam into her ass even harder.
“Fuck, look at you, you filthy little whore,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “You look so goddamn beautiful all covered in your own vomit, ready to take my cock up your ass.
Fucking pathetic little slut, aren’t you? Just a useless hole for me to fill.”
Dakota’s words were like a whip, snapping Sara back from the brink of unconsciousness. She groaned, her body shaking as she tried to process his words. She could feel his cock, thick and hard, pounding into her ass, coating her with puke and precum.
“Yes, daddy,” she managed to choke out, her voice a ragged whisper. “I’m your filthy little hole. Use me, daddy.
Fill me up with your cum.” Sara begged from under him, her voice barely audible.
Dakota smiled cruelly, his grip on her hips tightening as he dug his fingers into her soft flesh. “Don’t worry, little slut. I’m going to fill every one of your holes with my cum. I’m going to breed you like the fucking whore you are.”
Sara moaned, her body trembling with anticipation and pain. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, could feel the heat of his body against her back.
Dakota grunted, his body shaking with the force of his thrusts.
He picked up the pace, his hips slapping against Sara's ass, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing through the room. "That's right, you fucking slut," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take this cock up your ass. Take it like the little whore you are."
Sara moaned, her body shaking with the force of his thrusts. She could feel his cock stretching her, filling her completely. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own, eager to please him.
Dakota groaned, his cock throbbing with the need to come.
He looked down at Sara, her body limp and used, her ass covered in a mix of puke and precum. He could see his cock disappearing into her ass with each thrust, the sight sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. "Do you see that cock? Do you see how deep it is in your ass? How dirty and used you look? Tell me you fucking love it."
Sara, despite her body being limp and covered in puke, managed to open her eyes and look up at him.
Her voice was barely audible, but it was enough to make Dakota's cock twitch. I fucking love it," she whispered, her eyes filled with lust and devotion. "I love being your filthy little hole. I love feeling your cock stretch my ass, filling me up completely. I fucking love being used by you, daddy."
Dakota let out a low growl, his hips moving faster as he pounded into her ass with brutal force. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he prepared to come. He reached down and grabbed a handful of puke, coating his fingers before shoving them into Sara's mouth.
"Suck them clean, you filthy little pig," he commanded, his voice thick with lust. "Make sure every fucking bit of that puke is off my fingers."
Sara eagerly complied, her tongue lapping at his fingers, her lips sucking them clean. She could taste the salty, acidic flavor of her own vomit mixed with the taste of his skin. She moaned around his fingers, the sound muffled but still obvious.
Dakota watched her, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "That's right, you fucking slut," he growled. "You love that taste, don't you?
The taste of your own fucking puke mixed with my skin. You're a fucking filthy little pig, aren't you?" Dakota taunted, his voice thick with lust as he watched Sara suck his fingers clean.
Sara moaned in response, her eyes watering as she looked up at him, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen from the fierce sucking. She nodded enthusiastically, her tongue working furiously to get every last drop of puke off his fingers.
Dakota smiled cruelly, pulling his fingers out of her mouth with a pop. "Good girl," he praised. "Now turn around and get on your hands and knees.
I want to see that ass in the air while I fuck your throat," Dakota commanded, his voice stern and demanding. Sara quickly obeyed, positioning herself on all fours, her ass high in the air, her face towards the floor. Dakota didn't waste any time, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her head down, his cock already positioned at her mouth.
"Open wide, you fucking cockslut," he growled, spitting on her face. Sara eagerly complied, her mouth open wide, her tongue outstretched. “I said you will rest when you are unconscious” Dakota growled. He shoved his cock into her throat, and meanwhile he wrapped his hands tightly around her neck, cutting off all airflow. He could feel his cock in her throat with his hands, and saw the struggle to breathe in Sara’s eyes.
Her body was shaking, her mascara running in black streaks down her face as she tried to dodge and squirm. But he held her head in place, not letting her move. He wanted her to feel the full force of his cock, wanted her to suffer. He wanted to see her gag, to see her eyes watering and her face red from the strain. He wanted to see her absolutely broken.
"Look at you, you fucking filthy whore," he taunted, his voice thick with lust. "Take that fucking cock. Take it all, you little slut.
Take every fucking inch of my cock in that throat of yours." He growled, his grip on her hair tightening as he thrust his hips forward, fucking her throat with brutal force.
Sara’s body convulsed as she tried to breathe, her eyes watering and her face turning a deep shade of red. Her gag reflex kicked in hard, her throat clenching around his cock as she struggled for air. But Dakota held her in place, not letting her pull back.
“That’s it, bitch. Take it. You know you fucking love it,” he taunted, his voice thick with lust. Slowly Sara began to pass out again. Dakota continued to pound her throat with no holding back. Her limp body falling back into the puddle of puke. Her wobbly body is now only good for one thing: being a receptacle for his cum. He yanks her ass towards him, her legs trembling, barely keeping herself upright. He spits into her ass, the saliva mingling with the puke and sweat.
"Get ready for my load, you disgusting little slut," he snarls, his cock throbbing like a jackhammer. He shoves his cock back into her ass, nearing his release.
The slick mix of puke and lube makes his cock glide in and out of her effortlessly. He starts to fuck her ass with increased vigor, his hips slapping against her flesh.
"Fuck, Sara, look at you," he growls. "You're a fucking mess. Your ass is leaking puke, and you can't even keep your eyes open. You're just a fucking hole for me to use, aren't you?"
Sara moans weakly, her body shaking with each thrust. She can't respond, but her body speaks for her. She arches her back, pushing against him, wanting more.
Dakota smirks, knowing she can't take much more. He grabs her hips, using them to leverage himself as he starts to fuck her ass harder, faster.
"Take it, you fucking filthy cunt," he snarls, his voice thick with lust and contempt. "Take every fucking inch of my cock up your shitty little ass. You were made for this, weren't you? A fucking hole for me to fill with my cum."
Sara moans, her body trembling with each thrust. She pushes back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own, eager to please him.
Her body is a mess of sweat, vomit, and lube, her hair matted and her makeup long gone. But she doesn't care. All she cares about is pleasing him, making him happy.
Dakota can feel his orgasm building, his balls drawing up tight against his body. He looks down at Sara, her body trembling and shaking as he pounds into her ass. He's not going to last much longer. He wants to fill her ass with his cum, wants to see her take every last drop.
"You're a fucking filthy little hole, Sara," he growls, his voice thick with lust. “It’s a good thing you are unconscious, because I’m about to give you a few bruises” Dakota states, lifting his fists.
He begins to punch Sara in the thighs and stomach while pounding her limp body in the ass. His fists tightly balled, he can feel her flesh and bones ring out in pain with each blow. He can see marks where his fists land, and he knows they will last for at least a week. He continues to beat her while her ass is destroyed.
He can see her ass jiggling with each punch, her body taking it like the fucking whore he knows she is. He turns her head to the side, spitting on her face.
“Fucking take it, Sara. Take my cock and my fists at the same time. You’re my fucking garbage disposal, aren’t you?” He roars, his fists and cock relentless on her limp body.
Sara is almost catatonic at this point, her body has taken so much abuse it can’t even process the pain anymore. She does nothing but lie there, taking everything he gives her.
Her body is a canvas of bruises and welts, her ass is a leaking mess of puke and cum. Dakota looks down at her, his chest heaving, his cock still throbbing. He pulls out of her ass, his cum leaking out and mixing with the puke, creating a disgusting slurry. He grabs a fistful of it and shoves it into her mouth, forcing her to swallow.
Dakota leaves her limp body in the puddle of puke and cum, and looks at his work. Sara’s eyes are bloodshot, her face a disgusting mix of puke, piss, cum and smeared makeup. Her legs, stomach, and ass are covered in bruises and welts. A steady stream of cum and puke is dripping out of her mouth and ass. He gets on the bed, satisfied with his handiwork.
Just then, Kristine comes in carrying a large plate of food and a cup. She kneels in front of Dakota, offering him the breakfast she made. Dakota takes it and places it on the nightstand before saying “Kristine thank you my sweet. Please come around to the other side of the bed and sit next to me”
Kristine smiles gently, and begins to walk around the bed. But then she sees the mess of Sara’s unconscious body.
Bruises cover her limbs, her ass is a leaking mess of cum and puke, and her face is a smeared mask of makeup and filth. Kristine's smile fades, replaced by a look of concern.
"Dakota, is she... is she okay?" Kristine asks, her voice filled with genuine worry.
Dakota looks over at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Of course she is," he replies nonchalantly. "She's just taking a little nap after a long, hard workout.”
This settles Kristine a little bit. But she can’t help but smile looking at this scene. She wonders if there is something wrong with herself, because she is imagining herself on the floor in place of Sara, and Kristine moans out loud. Dakota obviously picks up on this.
He can see the way her cheeks flush and her nipples harden under her shirt.
"You like what you see, don't you, Kristine?" Dakota asks, his voice low and seductive.
Kristine bites her lip, her body trembling with both desire and fear. "Y-yes, daddy," she stammers, her eyes flicking between Dakota and Sara's limp, abused body.
Dakota smirks and pats the bed next to him. "Come here, Kristine. I want to ask you something.”
Kristine gently sits on the other side of the bed, a few inches from Dakota. He leans over and calmly asks “have you eaten anything today baby girl? And I don’t mean my cum.”
She looks back into his eyes, and shakes her head no. “I haven’t eaten anything in a few days daddy. But only good girls get food here, and I’m not a good girl.” She sadly states. “I almost took a piece of bacon while cooking for you, but I stopped myself. I shouldn’t be so greedy, right daddy?”
she continues with her head bowed. Dakota’s cock twitched at her submission. He loved seeing her like this, hungry and desperate for his approval.
He leaned in closer, his voice a low growl. "Good girls eat when their daddy tells them to. And if I want to feed you something, then that's what you'll eat."
Kristine nodded eagerly, her eyes locked onto his. I'll eat whatever you give me. I just want to please you."
Kristine was pondering what disgusting thing Dakota was going to have her eat, but she watched as he grabbed the breakfast plate and put it on her lap. “We are going to share this meal you lovingly made for me,” Dakota says smiling at her.
Kristine’s eyes widened in surprise. “Share, daddy?” she asks confused.
Dakota smiles. “Yes, share. It’s only fair, isn’t it? You made the meal, and I want you to get to enjoy it too.”
Kristine’s eyes light up, she looks so happy and grateful. “Yes, daddy, thank you so much. I’d love that.”
Dakota rubs her head softly and takes a bite of the bacon. “Mmm, this is really good,” he says while chewing.
“You did a great job, baby.”
Kristine blushes at the compliment, her eyes shining with happiness. “Thank you, daddy. I’m glad you like it.”
Dakota takes another bite, then looks at her thoughtfully. “You know what would make this meal even better?”
Kristine shakes her head, her brows furrowing slightly. “What, daddy?”
Dakota grins wickedly. “If I fed you while you sit on my lap.”
Kristine’s eyes widen in shock, but she quickly nods. She hastily removed all her clothing and straddles her groin on his lap.
He puts his arms around her, holding her close to his chest. He takes the fork and spears a piece of bacon with just enough egg and toast to make it a mouthful. He brings it to her mouth and says, “Open up, baby girl. Let’s feed you.”
Kristine opens her mouth wide, eagerly awaiting the food. Dakota slowly feeds her the piece of food, his eyes locked onto hers. She moans softly, her lips brushing against his fingers as she accepts the food. A small dribble of egg yolk trickles down her chin, and he catches it with his thumb before it can drop onto her chest.
He brings his thumb to his mouth and sucks it clean, his eyes never leaving hers.
"You taste so fucking good, Kristine," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I could eat this breakfast off of your body every fucking day."
Kristine's body trembled at his words, her pussy growing wetter with each passing moment. She wanted to feel him inside her, to taste him, to do anything he asked of her.
Dakota could see the desire in her eyes, and he knew just how to push her. He began to feed her the rest of the breakfast, his fingers brushing against her lips, her chin, her neck.
Each touch sent shivers down her spine, her body aching with desire. She could feel his cock, hard and throbbing against her pussy, but he kept his focus on feeding her, his eyes never leaving hers.
As she finished the last bite, he set the plate on the nightstand. He leaned in, his fingers gently caressing her cheek. "You're such a good girl, Kristine," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You've pleased me so much today."
Kristine smiled, her heart pounding with anticipation. "Thank you, daddy," she whispered.
"I just want to make you happy."
Dakota's eyes darkened with lust, and he could feel his cock throbbing against her pussy. He knew he needed to be inside her, to claim her completely. He wanted to mark her, own her. He wanted to break her.
“Have you ever had anybody inside your ass, sweet girl?” Dakota queried, looking intently to test her reaction.
“No daddy, I haven’t,” Kristine whispered, her chest heaving with anticipation. “Will you be the first, daddy?”
Dakota’s cock throbbed at her words, the thought of deflowering her ass sending a wave of lust through his body. “Good girl,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “Turn around and get on your hands and knees.”
Kristine quickly complied, her body trembling with excitement and fear. Dakota admired her ass, a perfect curve that begged to be defiled. He ran a finger along the crack, teasing her tight hole.
Kristine flinched slightly at the unfamiliar touch, but she didn't protest. She trusted him implicitly.
“Just relax, baby girl,” Dakota murmured, his voice a low rumble. He coated his finger with spit and began to push it inside her virgin hole, slowly and gently. Kristine tensed at first, but she soon relaxed as he worked his finger in and out, stretching her slowly.
Dakota added another finger, and Kristine gasped, her body tensing up. “Relax, sweetheart,” he soothed, his fingers still moving inside her.
“I know it feels strange, but trust me, it’ll feel good once you do.” He could feel her body begin to relax, and he added a third finger, stretching her further. Kristine moaned, a mix of pain and pleasure, her body trembling beneath him.
Dakota could feel her tightening around his fingers, her inner walls clenching and releasing. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You’re doing so well, baby girl. I can feel your tight little ass squeezing my fingers.” He felt her shiver at his words, and he knew she was turned on by his praise.
He couldn't wait to feel her tight ass clenching around his cock. He pulled his fingers out, coating his cock with sufficient saliva to ease the entry. He put one hand on her lower back, the other on her hip, and guided her slowly onto his cock. He could feel her tense up, trying to resist the intrusion, but he pushed through, determined to claim her ass.
"Breathe, baby girl," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Just relax and let me in. You can take it."
Kristine panted, her body trembling as she struggled to relax. “Daddy, I have a request.” Kristine said shyly.
“I was wondering if... if maybe... you could... call me a bitch while you... while you fuck my ass.”
Dakota’s cock twitched as he grinned wickedly. “Of course, baby girl,” he said. “I’d be happy to call you a filthy little bitch while I fuck your ass. Say it with me now: ‘I’m a filthy little bitch who loves having my ass fucked.’”
Kristine blushed, but she repeated the words, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m a filthy little bitch who loves having her ass fucked.”
Dakota chortled and smacked her ass.
"Now say it again, louder this time. I want the whole house to hear you."
Kristine took a deep breath and repeated herself, her voice a little louder this time. "I'm a filthy little bitch who loves having her ass fucked!"
Dakota smiled, pushing deeper into her ass. "That's right, you fucking filthy little bitch. You love having my cock in your ass, don't you?"
Kristine moaned, her body trembling as he continued to push into her. I love it," she managed to choke out.
Dakota grinned, feeling her tight ass stretch around his cock. "Fucking say it, bitch," he growled.
Kristine panted, her breath coming in short gasps. "I... I love having your cock in my ass, daddy. I'm a filthy little bitch who loves it."
Dakota let out a low, satisfied growl. "Good girl," he praised, giving her ass a hard smack.
"You're such a good little whore for me, aren't you?" Dakota began to thrust in and out of her ass, slowly at first before picking up speed. Kristine moaned, her voice loud and hoarse. She could feel her pussy clenching with each of his thrusts, her arousal dripping down her thighs.
"Fuck yeah, you love it," Dakota grunted, slapping her ass harder. "You're a filthy little whore who loves getting her ass fucked. Tell me how much you love it, bitch."
"I love it, daddy," Kristine cried out, her voice shaking with pleasure.
"I love feeling your thick cock stretching my ass open. I'm your filthy little bitch, your fucktoy for the night."
Dakota's grip on her hips tightened as he increased the pace, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with forceful thrusts. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, accompanied by Kristine's cries of pleasure and pain.
"You like that, you little whore?" Dakota taunted, his voice thick with lust. "You like feeling my cock pounding into your tight little ass?"
"Y-yes, daddy," Kristine gasped, her body trembling with each thrust. Dakota could feel himself close to climaxing, and began to pick up the pace. He wasn’t about to go easy on Kristine for her anal virginity being taken.
Dakota knew she deserved every last inch of his thick, throbbing cock deep into her tight little hole. He wanted to make her scream for him, make her beg him to stop before he finally filled her with his cum.
Dakota spit on his hand and brought it to her ass, rubbing it and his precum all around the tight rim. “This is going to burn, baby girl,” he told her. “But you take it all. You take every fucking inch of this cock like a good little bitch.”
Kristine only nodded, her breath coming in short, panting bursts. She was ready for whatever he had in store for her.
Dakota shoved his cock back into her ass, this time much deeper, causing her to gasp and tense. "Fuck, that's it, baby girl. Take that cock deep in your ass," he growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He began to move, slowly at first, allowing her to adjust to the intrusion. But quickly enough, he picked up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful motion.
"You like that, don't you, bitch?" he taunted, his voice thick with lust.
"You're my little anal slut, aren't you? You fucking love having your ass stretched open, don't you?"
Kristine could only moan in response, her body shaking with each brutal thrust. Dakota's words were like a whip, driving her further into a state of pure, raw lust. She could feel her pussy clenching and unclenching, her juices dripping onto the floor beneath her.
"Fuck yes, daddy," she managed to gasp out. "I'm your little anal slut.”
Suddenly, a loud sputtering cough is heard right next to the bed. Sara slowly comes to, and looks up into Kristine’s eyes as she Is being fucked relentlessly. Kristine smiles at Sara and says “good morning slut, how does that puke taste?” Dakota continues his anal destruction with Kristine, but is smirking while he listens in.
Sara looks up and between shallow breaths, says “it is delicious . I can’t wait to eat all this vomit.” Sara then noticed how bruised and beaten her body is, and it fills her with an immense amount of lust and desire. “Daddy, did you beat me?” She asks curiously.
“Well, that depends. Is it beating you if you clearly like it? Do you want me to make you hurt more than this?” Dakota pulls out of Kristine’s ass for a moment, just long enough to look at Sara. “You are my filthy puke whore, but I wanted to test how much you were willing to take. By the looks of it, you want me to hurt you more. Is that correct slut?” Dakota asked menacingly.
Sara cupped her hands and scooped up a large amount of vomit from the floor beneath her, bringing it to her lips.
Looking at Dakota, she slurps it down with a smile and says confidently “I am an object. I don’t deserve anything, I am only for you to use daddy. I do want, but I want only for you to break me, to hurt me, to make my body your plaything. I want daddy to break my jaw so I can’t bite. I want him to break my toes so I can only crawl around. I want him to break my bones into millions of pieces. I want to be his fucktoy, toilet and punching bag.”
Sara declared with such fervor that Dakota's cock almost exploded right then and there. He looked at her, her tongue licking the last remnants of puke from her lips, her eyes beseeching him to do as she asked. He turned his attention back to Kristine, his fingers digging into her hips as he began to slam into her ass with renewed vigor. “You heard her, bitch,” he growled. “You’re going to watch your slut friend get the beating of her life. You’re going to watch as I break every bone in her body, as I turn her into the pathetic little whore she wants to be. She will be a crumpled pile unable to move pretty soon.”
Kristine erupted into an orgasm at the thought of being a part of this. Her lifetime of abuse made her a depraved slut, and she wants to watch other sluts be broken worse than she was. She screamed into a pillow as her pussy squirted all over the bed, her ass muscles clenching around Dakota’s fat cock. Not too long after, he burst in her ass too, launching streams of hot cum deep into her intestines.
Kristine screamed into the pillows, her body shaking and convulsing with another orgasm as she felt him fill her up. Dakota pulled out, but stayed in place, his cock still twitching and leaking cum onto the sheets below.
"Good girl, Kristine," he praised, his voice thick with lust. "You took that cock like a fucking champ. Now, turn around and clean it with your mouth."
Kristine eagerly complied, turning around to face him. She took his cock in her mouth, sucking and licking every last drop of cum off of it.
She could taste the remnants of her own ass, a flavor that was both disgusting and arousing. She moaned around his cock, her eyes watering as she looked up at him.
Dakota smiled cruelly, running his fingers through her hair, gripping it tightly. "Now, swallow. Don't waste a single drop."
Kristine obeyed, her throat working as she swallowed every last bit of his cum. When she was done, she pulled back, her lips and chin glistening with saliva and cum.
Dakota grinned, admiring the sight before him. He looked down at Sara, as she continued to slurp up the gallons of puke on the floor. She would be doing it for hours at this rate, so he ignores her. He turns to Kristine and tells her to bring Lilith in to talk to him.
Kristine obediently leaves to fetch her, returning a few moments later with Lilith. Lilith has her hair pulled back into a tight bun, her makeup done to perfection, and she is dressed in a skintight black latex dress that leaves nothing to the imagination.
Dakota looks her up and down, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face. "Well, well, well, look what we have here," he says, his voice thick with lust. He motions for her to come closer, and Lilith obediently walks over to him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor.
Dakota grabs Lilith by the throat and growls “there are some changes I need around here. Listen closely Lilith. I want to be woken up every morning with someone choking on my cock, a big hearty breakfast, and someone to be my toilet. Also, I need some more recreation activities and tools around here. I want you, Lilith, to take Lexi and Emma with you, and I want you three to build a dungeon. I want it built before tomorrow morning, so that gives you 24 hours.”
“This dungeon needs to be massive, with enough space for all the equipment, cages and tools I will need. There will be 3 cages, an electric chair, a sex swing, shackles on the ceiling to hang women from their feet or from their hands. Also I want a wall decorated with every depraved and brutal accessory and tool there is. From dildo gags, to whips and chains, spikes, blades, torches, etc.”
“There will be all sorts of toys too. I want dildos small and large. Butt plugs, strapons, horse dildos 2 feet long, eye clamps, mouth clamps, needles. I want weapons too. I want a locked case in the corner with guns, a baseball bat, brass knuckles, meat hooks, a sledgehammer, scalpels, and a taser.”
“And finally, I want to find Sara down there tomorrow morning after I awake. She will be hanging from the ceiling by her hands so I can break her bones. Is that all understood Lilith?” Dakota concluded smugly.
Lilith nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement at the thought of all the depraved possibilities. "Yes, Daddy," she purred, her voice thick with lust. "I understand my duties. I will make sure the dungeon is built exactly to your specifications."
Dakota released her throat, allowing her to catch her breath. "Good girl," he praised, his eyes wandering down to her breasts. "Now, I want you to suck my cock while you listen to the rest of my instructions. I want you to show me how eager you are to please me."
Lilith eagerly complied, kneeling before him and unzipping his pants.
“There is something I was hiding from you all until now. I am a wizard, specializing in sex and torture magic. I am over 10 thousand years old, and have the power to give anyone immortality with one tiny catch. In order to stay immortal, you have to make a deal with me. I will create a spell for all the women here, but it must be signed with their blood. Immediately you will become immortal, receive heightened arousal, lust, physical pleasure, and pain. And if you ever betray me, lie to me, or try to leave me, the spell will kill you. Is that understood?” Dakota states matter-of-factly.
Lilith looks up at him with excitement, struggling to breathe around his dick in her throat. She nods her head vigorously to show approval.
“That’s very good Lilith.” Dakota says, “the spells will be done tomorrow before I go to the dungeon. Sara will be the last to receive my gift. Have everyone ready in my room after my toilet break, breakfast and oral.”
Dakota instructed Lilith, his voice gruff from the dryness in his throat. Lilith nodded, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright with lust as she swallowed the last of his cum. She quickly left to do as she was told, leaving Dakota to rest.
Dakota was finally alone in his bed, or so he thought. Sara was still slurping the puke from the floor, so Dakota said gruffly “Sara, when you are done eating all that filth, I want you to sleep on the couch next to my bed tonight. You have a long day tomorrow.” Sara nods and continues her task enthusiastically. Dakota rests his head on the pillow and falls asleep.