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Jillian watched as the trays of food were brought in one after the other, all set down as one of the chefs got her ass smacked on the way out. Seeing Allan interact with a woman other than her made Jillian's heart feel funny... on one hand she was just a touch jealous, but on the other hand she was... excited? She wasn't allowed to dwell on her musings for very long as he pushed a fork full of sausage up to her mouth, that grin on his lips causing her heartbeat to quicken as she opened her mouth and allowed him to feed her. It was such a silly little thing, but it made her feel just that little bit more like she was cared for... yeah, Jillian wasn't entirely sure what she was worried about before... it didn't take a genius to realize that Allan was looking at Jillian with a different pair of eyes than he was looking at the rest of the service staff... they were just there because they were around, mere background noise to be used how ever they pleased... Jillian, on the other hand...

Allan had hand selected her. He had brought her here, and shown her just how good it could feel to submit to him. Her smile would grow more confident as she chewed and swallowed, the redhead's insecurities and fears having been pushed to the wayside. "It's delicious, master!"

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Allan loved the slight jealousy he saw in her eyes. It let him know that Jillian considered his affection precious. As such, he held her hip lovingly as he fed her, and he smiled and chuckled. "I'll make sure to thank the chef, in that case." he said, continuing to eat, and then feed Jillian. Eggs, pancakes, oatmeal and even English muffins. A maid came over later during the meal, holding a tray with drinks, the same one he'd whispered to before. Her face was flushed, and she looked longingly at Jillian and Allan. Allan smirked.

"Wait right there, Ellie." he commanded gently. Allan turned to Jillian with a devilish grin. "Jillian, Ellie was very naughty last week. I caught her touching herself in a closet, when she could have so easily come to me for pleasure. As such, she has a nice vibrator in her slutty cunt, set to a setting I like to call 'The Ultimate Tease.' The vibrator recognizes when she is growing close to cumming, and then it turns off until her excitement dies down. Oh, and no panties either. So I want you to do something for me-" he said, reaching over and lifting the front of the blonde maid's skirt. He smiled at Jillian, and nodded his head at the woman's exposed crotch. "Tell me how wet she is, and if you think I should give her the opportunity to cum later tonight."

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Jillian's eyes grew wide when the blonde maid came in, flushed and clearly on the teetering edge of just breaking down where she stood. When Allan explained what he was putting her through, Jillian shivered a little, looking between the two and gulping gently as she nodded... so every single woman in this estate was to either go to Allan for their pleasure, or just deal with it? After everything that he had shown her for the last few days, Jillian wasn't sure if she had the kind of self restraint to do a thing like that. Plus, now that Allan had Jillian around, he wouldn't have anywhere remotely close to having enough energy to please everybody, right? An interesting thought about how she could fix that problem came to mind, making her smile a little bit. She would have to bring it up with Allan later on in the evening, but for now she had an order to obey.

Jillian leaned in, gasping a little when she saw just how drenched the shaky, desperate blonde maid was. She looked up towards Allan, already certain that he knew what her answer would be before she even opened her mouth. "She is soaked, master... I think that it would be exceptionally kind of you if you permitted her to cum later tonight... I mean, it's clear that she's sorry for what she did, isn't it?" She looked at the maid, who was now nodding profusely, the ball gag in her mouth preventing her from doing anything other than letting out a few whimpers and whines to show how close to collapse she was.

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Allan's eyes sparkled. He pursed his lips as he seemed to be considering it, and with a soft pat on Jillian's belly, he nodded. "Very well. Ellie," he began, reaching beneath her skirt and removing the vibrator, almost tortuously so. "You may cum later tonight. But do not touch yourself today, and wait in my bedroom at around... hmm... around seven thirty." he said, placing the vibe off to the side on the table. Ellie gasped and nodded her head. He dismissed her, and Allan gave her ass a pat as she walked away, turning back to Jillian. He cupped one of her breasts, really more because he liked how soft they felt, and chuckled.

"Such a sweet girl. I'm sure the maids here will love you." he said, reaching over to serve himself again. He continued the cycle of feeding himself and then Jillian, and once they'd had time to let their food settle, he stood and gave her ass a firm smack. "On your knees now, pet. We need to have you fitted for your outfit." he said, smirking.

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Jillian rested against him, letting him know that she was full well before he himself would be finished eating. It didn't take a lot to fill Jillian up, and the last thing she wanted was to run the risk of potentially putting on a few pounds of weight, and growing unattractive as a result... well, losing too much weight and going the 'skeleton' route wasn't an option either... she was just going to have to trust her master to give her plenty of time on her own to continue her exercise routine, so that her body would remain the lean, powerful, sexy machine that he had so easily seemed to fall for. He seemed like he had a reasonable head on his shoulders, so she was very willing to put her faith into him... it wasn't like she wasn't doing that already, right? Or that she had a real choice in the matter... she reached a hand up, absentmindedly playing with her collar while she once again affirmed in her mind that she'd already resigned herself to her fate... she was going to serve Allan, as his fuck toy and his slave, for as long as he wanted her. She was going to have to trust him with everything that she had, and everything she was... absolutely everything, physique maintenance included.

She still adored the way he touched her, the way he appreciated the immaculate texture of her breasts, playing and pawing them for no other reason than because he liked them. When he stood and smacked her ass, the redhead was up in a heartbeat, dropping to her knees on command while she looked up towards him with those wide eyes of hers. "Outfit? What am I going to be wearing, master?" She was curious... was he going to give her a special outfit just for her, to signify her station? Or... was he going to give her one of those delicious, sexy maid outfits... Jillian did have to admit that the women in the hallway did look so yummy in them...

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Allan smirked and gave her soft hair a pat. "Mmm, you'll see, pet. Now, come." he ordered gently, giving her collar a soft tug as he led Jillian through the halls once again. He would casually look down to catch a glimpse of her swinging breasts and her wiggling ass. He couldn't wait to claim it. They soon reached a dark wood door, which Allan opened. Inside, a woman sat on a stool, working at some fabrics on a sewing machine. At Allan's entrance she jumped to her feet and bowed her head in respect.

Allan snickered as he walked Jillian over to the woman, who was dressed only in a pair of stockings and panties. He smacked the woman's tit, eliciting a sharp gasp and a moan. "So, Miranda. Do you have anything here that would fit my sexy little pet?" he asked. Miranda looked down at Jillian and bit her lip. "I am sure I could find something, sir." she said. She ran off to a closet on the other side of the room, and began looking through it, taking the occasional glance back at Jillian's naked form.

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Jillian followed behind him, smiling gently as he guided her through the hallways again, once again tugging on her leash and commanding her to follow behind him. Walking on her hands and knees again caused her pulse to quicken, all that extra emphasis going onto the fact that she was his possession, that he was so far above her. She looked up towards him with a pair of bright, admiring eyes. He really was handsome when he was so much taller than her like this, compared to when she was on her feet and at least in the same height range.

When they were in the sewing room, Jillian would remain still on her knees, bending and resting her forelegs against the wood while she waited for the woman to find something that would fit her. What was she going to get put in? The fact that she was getting clothes in and of itself was a relief to her... she just hoped that it was something appropriately revealing and sexy enough that he'd still be able to gawk at her.

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Allan waited patiently, taking a chair and sitting down in it as he petted Jillian's soft, beautiful red hair. He liked the lingering effect of the 'just got fucked' look of her hair, yet it still looked perfect. He combed his fingers through it, smiling down at Jillian until the woman, Miranda, returned. She held up the outfit for Allan, head bowed. Allan fingered the maid's uniform with interest, already imagining how Jillian's sexy body would fill it out.

"Looks delicious." he said, taking the outfit and offering it to Jillian. "Let's see how this fits you, pet. Stand." he ordered, turning the outfit around to unzip the back. He licked his lips. He could just imagine how her nice, shapely tits would fill it out. As she dressed, his eyes would widen in appreciation, and he would let his hands wander over the soft, comfortable fabric. "So beautiful..." he commented, giving Jillian's ass a firm smack as he traced a finger up her thigh under her skirt.

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Jillian found herself blushing bashfully as she slipped on piece after piece of the maid's outfit. When she spun around to show her master, the entire upper half of her breasts exposed and the top of her corset only held together by a few meager strings, she found herself unable to hide the mos tiny, insecure blush in her cheeks as she instinctively wrapped her right arm around to hold her stomach. "What do you think, master?" She would mutter before he gave her his response in the form of letting his hands wander the fabric of her top, and smack her ass again... God, she hoped that she'd never get used to that delicious sting that came with his palm colliding with one of her ass cheeks, and the smacking sound that rang through the room afterwards.

She ended up smiling a little bit at his praise, though she was still blushing as she spoke. After all this time wandering around naked, letting him use and touch her body however he wished, she wasn't quite used to the brush of fabric against her body anymore... the feeling of wearing clothes again coming off as just a touch... off... for the redhead. "I'm glad you like it." Would be all she said as she turned her gaze away from him.

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Allan stared hungrily down at her half-bare breasts, his hands continuing to wander over her figure. "Mmm, you look delicious." he commented, turning to the other woman and grinning. "You will receive a reward later this evening, Miranda. You've done very well." he said, cupping the woman's sex and drawing a sharp gasp from her before he turned back to Jillian.

Allan frowned and placed his hand under her chin, turning her head toward him. "I do not like dishonesty, pet." he warned, cupping her cheek as he looked over her sexy form once again. "If something troubles you, you may speak to your Master of it. So why are you looking away?" he demanded gently, letting his hand rest on the curve of her ass.

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Jillian was surprised when he turned her head to face him, giving out that little warning while he continued to look over her body. Well, the last thing she wanted to do was get punished for something as simple as a single misunderstanding, so she'd just have to clear it up as soon as she could. "Oh, it's really nothing important, master... it's just a little strange to me wearing clothes again... I've been naked since I set foot under this roof, and even though it's pretty revealing, it just feels off to me..." Her blush started to fade away though, as she scooted a little ways towards him, allowing his lustful gaze to get an even better eyeful of her large, barely contained breasts... in a way this was even better than being nude, it left just that extra little bit to the imagination, and put even more emphasis on her curves than just being stripped down did.

Her hands found his shoulders as she smiled towards him. "So what happens now, master? Is there anything else you'd like to do today?"

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Allan smirked and traced a hand up her back, his fingers relishing the soft fabric and Jillian's even softer skin. He slipped a hand under her skirt, and was surprised to find a pair of panties as part of the outfit. He smirked and pressed his hand against Jillian's sex through the fabric, rubbing teasingly back and forth with a glint in his eye.

"I'm glad that is all. But best believe, you will not be wearing this outfit too often. Or any clothing, really." he assured. At her question he continued his ministrations under her skirt, tilting his head to the side. "Hmm... well first, we need to get a pill in you. I'm not a man that hates children, but I'm also not a man who wants any of his own." he gave Jillian a soft pat on the rear, as his eyes continued to stare at her barely contained breasts. He wanted to strip her and take her right now, but the pill was paramount, at the moment. "Come, Jillian. We're going back to my bedroom. And now that I've got some food in my stomach... maybe you can learn a thing or two about how to use those nice tits." he commented, tugging on her collar again. He loved the rush of authority that came with just that simple gesture.

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The redhead went stiff, inhaling gently as she felt the those soft fingertips roll across her back, along with the fingers pushing underneath her skirt and teasing along her pussy. Just the feeling of fabric between his touch and her skin caused it to feel that much more electrifying, the redhead's chest swelling with excitement as she damn near melted against him while he talked about getting her on the pill... yeah, that made perfect sense for Jillian as well. The last thing she wanted was to have her entire life changed because of a single point of negligence... even before all this, if given the option she'd start on birth control every time. But all this was so exciting, so new, so incredible... the tug on the collar caused her to let out a tiny little 'mmh' sound as she tailed behind him. She hoped that she never got used to the sensation of him tugging her around... she hoped that she'd always feel that same thrill, that same excitement, each and every time that he gave her one of those nonverbal commands, or exerted his authority over her.

"Of course, master... I'd like that." She said in a genuine voice, looking him in the eye while she waited for him to lead her right back to the bedroom... he also wanted her to learn how to use her tits, did he? A few ideas autofilled into Jillian's mind, causing her to grin eagerly as he guided her right back to where their little adventure had started.

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As they entered Allan's bedroom, the rich demon found himself envisioning just how all this would go. He sat down on the edge of his bed and popped his belt buckle, loosening it and then tugging Jillian close to his crotch, his legs spread so that she was between them. He grinned down at her and pulled down the edge of her top, letting her breasts bounce out for his amusement.

"Alright slut, best get to work. Show me what those nice tits can do." he ordered her. He gave one of her pink nipples a pinch, tugging on it playfully and then releasing it. He relaxed, one hand brushing some of her beautiful red hair behind her ear. "Your Master wants to see how soft they feel on his cock."

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When she was forced on her knees before him, Jillian merely looked up towards Allan, smiling a little bit when her top was pulled down, with her breasts jiggling free for a moment while he pinched and tugged on one of her nipples. She knew what he wanted her to do, given the position and how far he had already gone with his commands, both verbal and physical. She reached forward, a meek smile across her lips as she placed her hand against his crotch and unzipped his jeans, pulling them and his briefs down to let his cock pop out.

The first thing she did was reach out, stroking the shaft up and down with her hand briefly while she shuffled her way up and got herself into position. It would only be a few moments before she was gripping both sides of those large, squishy tits of hers and pressing them against his dick. Looking up towards him questioningly, since she'd never done anything like this before, the sexy redhead began lifting herself up and dropping herself back down, her tips grinding up and down against his dick while she spoke. "Is this what you were looking for, Master?"

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Allan relished every second of anticipation with a grin as Jillian let his hard cock spring free from his jeans. He hissed out a breath as her soft, feminine hand wrapped around it and stroked him. And then, when she took her big, soft tits in her hands, he was surprised to find himself getting even harder. He hadn't thought it possible, but those thoughts melted away in an instant as her nice, soft tits were pressed against his cock, making him grunt.

He nodded and brushed his thumb across her lower lip. "Master is very, very pleased, slut. Now, how about you suck it a little bit?" he suggested, wanting to see her lips wrapped around his tip. He was already thinking about how he was going to fuck her after this. "Your tits feel perfect, bitch." he said with a gasp, leaning back a bit to relax, his elbows digging into the mattress and supporting his body.

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Jillian smiled up towards him, happy to hear about just how good a job she was doing. Of course, as usual the words that he called her meant absolutely nothing to the Redhead... slut, bitch, whore, all of them were just different variants on the same core concept... the core concept where she belonged to him. As she heard his command, she nodded obediently before leaning forward a little bit and shifting her breasts downwards to give her mouth more space. Without her hands to help her out, it took her another second to properly position her head, but Allan would hardly have time to notice before Jillian's lips were opening, and she was welcoming the tip of his cock into her warm, moist mouth. Her soft lips squeezed down on the flesh of his dick, her head bobbing up and down in unison with the movements of her breasts. It was an odd sensation, one that required a little bit of awkward positioning on her part, but she figured she was doing a pretty good job nonetheless.

Once comfortable, her eyes drifted back up to look towards his, her azure gaze showing that singleminded devotion and desire for affection and praise that she'd had ever since he first 'defeated' her, and claimed her as his personal fuck slave.

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The anticipation was practically murder as Allan watched Jillian adjust her position so that he lips were right above his cock. As they surrounded the head he gave a groan and combed his fingers through her hair. Warm and moist, it was the best blowjob he'd ever had, without a doubt. Allan hissed as she began to bob her head and her breasts up and down, pumping his cock and making him moan.

The devotion and desire for affection in Jillian's eyes only turned Allan on even more. He was drawing surprisingly close to cumming already. He was already thinking about how it would look to see some of his cum leak from her lips onto those big, beautiful tits...

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Allan was dangerously close to his breaking point already. It had barely been a couple of minutes since she'd started, but clearly her skill was getting the better of him. He noticed the slight loosening of her lips. Allan gave an absolutely wicked grin as he ran a hand through her hair, and then once again used it as a handle to fuck her face. He kept her pace steady, only speeding it up slightly to increase his own pleasure.

"Daaaamn, going to cum, slut. Get ready." he said, thrusting his cock into her mouth. He let half his load rocket into her mouth before pulling his cock out and splattering her tits with the rest of his cum. Allan relished the feeling and the sight, pressing his tip against her lips wordlessly for a cleaning. He turned to look at the clock. They still had time. He'd use it to find and get the pill in Jillian, and then, the night's games could begin.

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Jillian no longer had anymore hesitation as she leaned forward and licked his dick clean. "mm~" She purred as she lapped up every last drop of seed he made available. She didn't even bother to clean off her face or her tits, as she was quite familiar with the feeling of being stained by his cum. He'd clean her up whenever he wished, she knew that all too well by this point. When her job was done she would look up towards him with a gentle smile, and speak in a low voice. "I hope you found that pleasurable, master?" Her imagination was already going wild when she saw that little cheat of his eyes up towards the clock, she knew that he was already planning what they'd do from here... she wondered what he planned on doing with her now, how he was going to make her serve him and pleasure him.

Just the thought, the mystery of the unknown, caused an eager chill to roll down her spine.

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Allan took a minute to savor the sight of Jillian's pretty face and nice tits covered in his cum. He reached over and pinched and rolled her right nipple wit his thumb and index finger, a gesture he rather liked to show. Allan gave her tit a playful smack before getting to his feet and pulling his pants back up to his waist. He tugged on her collar. "Come on, slut, time for your pill."

He led her over to a drawer, which he opened with a grin. Inside sat ten small unlabeled white bottles. Allan popped one open and removed a single pill, then held it between his fingers and lightly pressed it against her lips. "This'll make sure I don't have to worry about cumming in that tight little pussy of yours." he growled. Once she swallowed it, it would be back to the hallway for them.

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The sexy redhead trailed behind, swallowing the pill that would be offered to her without hesitation, anything that it took to make her master happy. With that taken care of, she would allow for him to drag her back out into the hallway. By this point she glanced outwards, seeing the sun lit brightly overhead, meaning that it had to be at least the middle of the day. She looked towards Allan and gave him a curious look, both of her hands behind her back as she walked. She glanced down briefly, watching the way her breasts bounced and jiggled with every step. Doubtless he'd have more for her to do, more commands for her to obey. The question was, was he just going to keep on using her for pleasure, or would he make use of some of her more... aggressive talents... at some point.

It didn't matter either way to her, after having had the collar on for as long as she had, and having had it influence her every thought for almost a full day now, Allan was her entire world rather he kept it on or took it off.

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Allan brought Jillian to a pair of dark wood doors, and after flashing an almost manic smile, he slid a key into the lock and turned it. Inside, the maid from earlier was on her knees, her uniform top pulled down to expose her breasts. There were various sex toys sitting on a table, and a few racks with silk and rope bonds. Allan turned to Jillian and lifted a nicely sized dildo from the table, smiling.

"Let's get started on our last game of the evening, Slut." Two days later, Allan stood hidden in the shadows beneath a stone and brick bridge in a local park, standing beside Jillian. He'd had her clothes washed and dry-cleaned, and now he waited. He'd gotten orders for another target, and he was quite sure a friend of his would be... interested in her. He twirled his cane with a grin.

"Remember the plan. She's going to show up because we called in a shooting. Play dead and don't move until she'd right next to you. I'll jump in, we take her down, and then we sell her to my good friend. Simple and effective."


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In all honesty, the large man sitting in his customary position before the glow of his TV set was more concerned with which ball was going through which goal than he was with the recent happenings of his own home. Even though those activities revolved around his one and only daughter, he put little thought into it. The last two months had seen his trashy, two-bedroom house cleaned to immaculate status, his daily diet of beer and junk food transform into beer and home-cooked meals, and his little girl (now in college) move into the small guest room. All these changes were her own doing. The man had begrudgingly agreed to house and even pay for some his daughter's education while she was there. Something in the back of his mind told him he should, but it definitely was not a sense of morals or decency. Far from it, the father had slowly begun to take advantage of the girl named Jack.

Things that would have prompted a solid conversation about personal space had become common in the home. The man had inadvertently begun groping and rubbing more and more parts of his daughter that no father should ever even think about. First it was an accidental bump of his crotch into Jack's ass, which progressed to a pat of her firm bottom, and a lingering kiss on her sweet young lips. Eventually this would all come to a head the night he got far more drunk than he intended. His favorite team had lost... again. This made him break out an old bottle of scotch to deaden the rage which had manifested because of this. Soon his 6-foot frame bearing at least 300 pounds of tummy girth and a patch of balding black hair was teetering whenever he stood. It was time for bed, but first the father had other ideas of how he could rectify the travesty of that night.

"Maaaggie? Wh-*hic* Where are you, girl?" He put a hand on the hallway wall, looking around at how oddly the walls seemed to fluidly roll instead of remain as straight as they'd once been.

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"I'm in bed," Jack said with an annoyed groan. "You know, like a normal, sober person would do on a Tuesday?" Her snarky tone couldn't be missed. She she leaned against the door frame of her bedroom, with her arms folded and staring up at the rather large and chubby man. He may not be as agile as the blonde, but he was strong, and once he had his grip on her, there was no escape. A week ago, when he and his equally physically intimidating friends were watching a game together, Jack's father had pulled her onto his lap.

Her wrist still carried the bruise where he touched her. The man was drunk, and his friends were in a similar state of disgusting inebriation. They teased her on her body, asking for lapdances or even a strip show. One man even managed to slide his hand under her blouse and stole a feel of her breast before she slapped him away. the men know no boundaries. No one told them to stop, not even her father. The house was their playground and Jack was their dream toy.

In fact, the whole town felt like their playground. That was the unfortunate side of moving into a small town. Jack knew no one and her father had all the contacts. The part she lived housed mostly truckers and miners. It was a long way from the commercial part of the town, from the few acquaintances she knew. The blonde rarely saw another woman her age unless she attended college half-an-hour bus ride away.

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His watery eyes looked up at her almost as an afterthought. From the outside it would seem his mind was on other matters, but that was simply how intoxicated he was. His mind was firmly on his daughter. His eyes followed, looking up her smooth legs and small night clothes. Jack's words didn't reach him until he was looking on her young face. When they did however, it was obvious.

"Hey! You just watch that pretty little mouth..." And just like that, his mind was on her body once more. He wandered towards her with the look of the average overweight drunken man, but the bearing of a grizzly slowly waking up to see a young deer in his cave. "I work hard to get what I got. An' you come here and I give it---alotta it to you. And you stay here. And you eat here. An---"

Faster than she could even consider him acting, the man was at her door. One of his large, meaty hands took hold of her wrist. It was hot with sweat and the roughness of a worker at a construction site. "An' you owe me, little girl." If his meaning had been lost whatsoever, it presented itself wholesale in the large, wet tongue that licked his lips.

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Jack felt her heart skip a beat. She took a nervous step back as her father advanced towards her. But before she could react again, a heavy hand was around her slender wrist. The nineteen year old jerked her arm, but her meager strength was no match for the man. "You're hurting me..." The blonde whimpered, suddenly losing all that cheekiness that she had. Her eyes darted away, and then back at him, just in time to catch his tongue licking his lips.

It was time. After weeks of indecent touching and jeers, the man was going to take what was his. Jack didn't want to believe it, but all the signs were leading towards one conclusion. No one denied daddy anything. "Please, daddy..." Jack whispered, her voice fearful and pleading, "What are you doing?"

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Her reply only made him smile a little more. It wasn't that he didn't think of her as his daughter, or that he thought what was on his mind was somehow 'okay'. The father's want for her body was simply more powerful than any sense of morals he had. Having a sense of morals in the first place wasn't something he generally took as a virtue in the first place. His grip tightened, keeping the girl in place as he advanced into her room. His other hand dropped to adjust the pinch of his jeans on his growing manhood.

"What am I doing? You already said it, little girl..." He could only imagine the size of the member he rubbed at his groin would be nearly too much for her. "I'm hurting you." He gave an even wider grin before shoving her back onto her small bed. In a fumbling motion, he slipped his stained white tank top off and dropped it to her floor, revealing his round, hairy stomach and chest. He put his hands on his hips as he stood over her dominantly. "Why don't you take off the rest, baby girl? Maybe things'll go... smoother."

[Assistant] With her eyes wide and terrified, Jack took steps back until she was pushed onto the bed. She watched in horror as the man removed his tank-top, a bulging belly and chest of fat, muscle and hair almost blocking out all the lights that came from the hallway outside. Jack's heart thundered inside her chest. The man was more than twice her size and weight. Her eyes darted about, and then, without warning, the blonde leapt off her bed and dashed to her left. Her hands attacked first, an instinctive and frightened response. She wanted to scare him, but in her panicked state, she accidentally struck the man on the temple, breaking skin with her nails.

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In his drunken mind, what Jack did was fun at first. Having her run from him would be playful and get his blood pumping. Striking him was not fun at all, however. His mood changed from smiling to deep-seeded anger in a flash. He lunged again, shoving the girl into whatever knickknacks she'd put up in her room. He ran a hand across his head, feeling a small laceration with wet blood. His teeth gnashed while his blood began to boil. What started out as a shitty night was just turning worse. He'd offered his daughter an easy way through it, but this was how she repaid him.

"Damn you, Jack. Ev'thing I fucking do for you. I could call the police and have you locked up. You like that? I know the chief, little girl. He could have you put in with a bunch a' rapists! How'd you like to be gangraped next few weeks, HUH?!" The man took too fistfuls of the girl's hair and drug her to the ground between her bed and a desk. "Get your clothes off or I may do JUST that! NOW!"

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Jack stumbled backward, knocking over a desk lamp and small bottles of nail polish from the nearby desk. The square edge of the wooden surface dug into her back, making her wince in pain and fall to the ground. She felt a hand reach into her hair, pulling at her roots and dragging her to the space between her bed an desk. The blonde knew the threat was real. She had seen the police chief in her house a few times, drinking and chatting with her father.

Turning herself to sit on the floor, Jack nodded as much as she could under the strain of the hand in her hair and moved her shaking hands to her thin top. She couldn't pull it over her head, so the girl slid it down her petite frame. Her fingers hooked into her shorts and pulled them down her smooth legs. Silent tears fell from her face as she hugged herself on the ground, naked apart from the black laced panties. She looked up at her father, terrified but obedient. "P-please don't do this, daddy..."

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The man sneered down at his daughter, knowing that deep down she was just as worthless as her mother. His eyes locked on the pair of panties she still wore, which only kept him angry. He dug his fat fingers into Jack's hair again, this time pulling her up and dragging her back onto her bed. He flipped her over so her chest was pushed into the mattress. Her lower half was still hanging off, in line with her father's crotch coincidentally. He gripped her panties and snatched them hard, ripping them cleanly away.

"You'll mind me one day, little girl. Even if I have to beat respect inta' you." With the panties still in his hands, he had a thought. "Gimme these, you bitch." He took hold of her wrists again, this time pulling them together and wrapping the cotton fabric around tight. "We don't want another accident, do we?" He tied the panties in a knot until he knew it cut into her smooth skin. Standing up again, he began to fiddle with his pants while his eyes looked the prone, naked girl over.

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Jack yelped in pain and felt a sob rise in her throat. She was thrown onto the bed, her legs dangling off the side and her petite body shivering in fright. The ripping of her panties made the blonde realize what was coming. It wasn't like she didn't know, but now there was no mistaking the fate that awaited her.

"You'll mind me one day, little girl. Even if I have to beat respect inta' you." Jack had thought she did all she could to be a good daughter. She tended to the house, obeyed her father's every wish, from getting him beers to being forced to sit and be ridiculed by his friends. But there was something else he wanted, and the blonde was learning a new role in her life. She felt her wrists being gathered behind her. Something soft was wrapped around her and then tightened uncomfortably, digging into her skin.

Bent over her own bed, naked and with her wrists tied helplessly behind her back by her own panties, Jack heard the shuffling of the man's pants and began to cry. Her blonde locks covered parts of her face. Her chin sunk into the mattress and her eyes were wet and dripping with tears. She couldn't move; what was the point? The man had absolute control over her. "Please, daddy!" She begged, her voice and crying was all she could do. The darkened bedroom hid much of her degrading position. But she could imagine what it looked like. A young nineteen year old was about to be used by a man more than twice her age, hairy and huge. It felt like a nightmare, one she couldn't escape. "I-I'll be good... I promise! I won't talk back!"

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"Heh..." He could only chuckle at the girl's pleading. There was nothing she could do whatsoever to escape what he needed to get from her. "Yeah, that's it, baby girl. Beg me. Tell me not to do what you know I wanna do to you. Lemme hear it an' I just might stop... c'mon." He wanted to hear more, yes, but only because it made him harder than he'd been in years. His pants came off with a little work, simply because his dick was holding them up. He ran a hand over her firm ass, squeezing and enjoying how supple it was. He had thoughts of more than just that one night. The alcohol was slowly starting to wear off and he could think about what could be.

With a sickening 'slap', his huge dick fell onto Jack's ass. He swayed his hips, letting the monster her mother had moaned for so many years ago. The father had big plans for his little girl indeed. She'd become his personal cum dump, offering her little body up whenever he liked. He'd fill her every hole with the hot seed that festered within him for so long. Pulling away to let his dick drop to her tight slit, he asked her once more. "Beg for me, baby girl. Cry for Daddy not to fuck you till you scream..."

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Jack's naked body twitched and she sobbed louder when a large hand ran over her smooth skin. The warmth from his palm against her ass was terrifying, like a darkening of the sky before a storm. A simple touch, and it was more than enough to remind the young woman who had ownership of her. She felt like an animal examined by its master. When the heavy slap of the man's thick cock dropped onto her rear, Jack jerked and this time, she tried to shuffle away.

"Please don't rape me!" She screamed, nearing the point of hysteria. The cock slithered away, and then returned to nuzzle at the entrance of her dry sex. Jack fought harder to crawl away. "Please, no! Please daddy!" Her voice pierced through the darkened room. "Please don't fuck me!" She knew the man would never get enough. He had always wanted more. It was how a normal touch on her shoulder turned into needy gropes of her flesh. Jack would be his forever, to be used and abused as he saw fit. Her porcelain skin and firm rear belonged to him. "Stop, stop please!"

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The man pulled his cock away, almost as if her pleas had worked. Hearing the sound of spit would bring Jack back around, however. The father rubbed his own saliva around the thick head of his cock and returned it to his daughter's slit. He reached up and gripped her thick, blonde hair again. Wrenching her back, he growled in her ear. "Don't you understand, bitch? You belong to me. You've always belonged to me. You're my little slut, and you always will be." He pushed his cock into her hot body until he met resistance, then held it there.

"You're going to suck my dick morning, noon, and night. You're going to swallow my cum and beg for more." He started to push more, feeling his cock head finally break into her body. "Daddy may even invite his poker buddies over, little girl. I bet they'd love you... all night long."

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Jack felt the cock's weight leave and for a brief moment, between frantic breaths, she found safety in the silence. Maybe her father was gone, and maybe it was over. A telltale sound of spitting confused her at first, but the mystery soon faded with the wet realization of what returned to press against her slit. A hand held her hair and wrenched her head back. Jack whimpered in pain and arched her back, the angle painfully bent over the bed.

"Don't you understand, bitch? You belong to me. You've always belonged to me. You're my little slut, and you always will be." The tip of the thick cock peeled away her folds and pushed in. The saliva had helped a little, but she could feel herself clenching against him, tight and fighting the intrusion. Her father's words brought a pitiful cry to her lips. She imagined herself servicing him, on her knees and utterly defeated. The poker friends could finally take what their eyes wanted. The though terrified her, and once again, she struggled under her father's grip.

The penetration made her scream, a long and painful sound followed by a wheezy inhale. She felt herself stretched, the thick cock tearing against her tight walls. Her eyes widened and her hands curled into fists. Jack felt so violated, her body slowly betraying her mind and lubricating itself, as if it was begging for more.

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"YYyyesss, baby girl! Scream for Daddy!" The combination of her young voice and the feel of fresh wetness over his throbbing cock made him as hard as steel. Nothing could possibly stop him. The thought of plowing his little girl each and every night made his balls pulse with renewed vigor. He pulled away, then pushed again with more force. The father invaded his girl a further inch at the time. It would take a while this first time to get all of his girth into her, but he would persevere. She was no longer simply his daughter. Jack was there for his use. She lived only to service him, and she'd soon understand that.

"Tell me how it feels, slut! How does Daddy's big dick feel in your tight little cunt?" He put one hand on her shoulder for leverage while the other squeezed her ass firmly. He licked his lips again, thinking of all the ways he was going to use her in the coming weeks.

[Assistant] Jack felt so powerless. Her wrists were tight behind her back. The grip her father hand on her shoulder and the hard thrust into her sent pain through her twisted joints. The nineteen year old felt like she was being split into two. "It's... it's too big!" She wailed out, dropping her head and letting her blonde locks curtain around her face. It felt so hard in her, rock firm and pulsing with heat. Jack felt herself loosen a little, her petite body accepting her father's cock and coating it with her own arousal. The blonde let out another sharp sob and turned quiet, as if holding her breath and not wanting to let it out. When she couldn't hold it any longer, she exhaled, panting heavily, her voice mixture of pain, fear and pleasure. "You're hurting me daddy, it's it's so hard... it's won't fit inside!"

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He let out a dark chuckle, knowing his girl was lying. "Too big, huh? Seems you're awful willing to help, baby girl. I can feel you gettin' wet for me. Now take Daddy's dick like a good whore!" He was starting to sweat by then. All the forcing and slowly pushing his way into her was getting to him. He was becoming frustrated, which only made him mad. He gripped Jack by both shoulders and held her tight. "Fuck this. Daddy's gonna get his cock in you if it kills yah! NNGGHHHHH!!" With all the force he could muster, the father shoved as hard as he could. His hips bucked into the girl's ass, making it jiggle lewdly.

Finally he was completely inside of her. Though she was as tight as he'd ever felt, his entire cock was encased in his girl's hot pussy. "MMmmm, there we go. Now how's that feel, baby doll?" He stood up straight, staring down at the girl's predicament. He felt like he had her staked on the spot, like a puppet of meat was clinging to him helplessly. In most respects, he was right. Slowly he began to thrust his hips, pulling and pushing against Jack as she gave way for him.

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"W-wait, daddy no!" Jack's plea was cut short when her father gripped her by the shoulders and pushed deep inside her. The nineteen year old tilted her head back and shrieked out, her thighs tensing and her eyes wide and in shock. The thick cock sent a wave of pain through her body, stretching and tearing her still accommodating tightness. Jack lowered her head and heaved. Broken moans left her parted lips. She felt so small, like a toy being abused by a much powerful master.

The thrust began slowly, but each time it pushed deeper, and then pulled back, slipping out of her sex before pounding back in. Jack felt so stuffed, and the growing wetness was now undeniable. "G-god, please stop!" She begged, but with each thrust forward, she couldn't help but moan a little, feeling dominant, feeling aroused.

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A strong hand rose, then fell sharply across Jack's tight ass with a loud slap. Her father chuckled, "No, I'm your Daddy, not god." His movements became faster, more dominant. The man gripped his little girl by the hips, grinding his huge dick back and forth like a plunger. He truly began fucking his daughter with the fierceness of a man who'd not had any sexual pleasure for years. "No begging to stop now, baby doll. Nothing left but to take Daddy's cum... hmmmmmm, and he has a lot of it." He punctuated every word with a harder thrust, watching the small girl's body jiggle with every beat into it.

He hunched over, starting to rail the girl with the force like she'd surely never felt. His cock was like a battering ram against her womb, pounding into her with every intention of filling her to bursting with seed. "Get ready, darlin'. Daddy's about to burst. Ready to take this hot spunk, slut?" He was beating her pussy furiously by then, holding out for as long as possible just to increase the pleasure he'd finally feel once it was released.

[Assistant] Jack yelped out at the harsh slap across her ass and fell onto the bed. Her face was buried in the sheets as her father plowed deep into her. Each hard thrust forced a sharp moan out of her lips, at times a scream of pain when the thick cock pushed too deep. The sounds of flesh and against flesh mixed with the sounds of her exertion. She felt her father hunch over, enveloping her petite frame with his thick body. Jack turned her head and bit into the sheets. She tensed and clenched her eyes shut, her body wrecked with unwanted pleasure. "Daddy no!" She screamed out, her words muffled. Her hands fought to be free, desperate to push him away before he finished. She wriggled her ass, but it only made the force of each thrust hit her harder, making her wail out in pain and pleasure.


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Allan smirked and tilted his head to the side as he crouched beside Jillian, having incapacitated her. He placed his palm under her chin and turned her head from side to side, a gentle, yet wicked smile curling his lips. "Such a pretty girl... and so full of spirit. And so very, very well built..." he mumbled the last bit, his eyes darting to take a peek down her shirt. He was tempted to cop a feel of her breasts, but he had a better idea. Allan reached into his coat pocket and removed a syringe, gently flicking the tip of the needle. He brought it to Jillian's arm and pushed down on the stopper.

"That, my dear, is a little something to keep you calm. We're going to go for a ride..." he said soothingly, his hand sliding along her cheek. Such smooth skin... he pulled out his phone and dialed for his driver, who screeched to a halt at the entrance to the alley. Allan hoisted Jillian up onto his arms bridal style. A grin played across his features.

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Jillian's entire body was still numb from head to toe, the girl feeling the sensation of her fingers coming back to their senses little by little. That was, however, until she felt a sharp needle stab into her arm, a cool liquid surging all through her body as he talked about something keeping her calm while they went for a ride. Her vision went woozy, and the next thing she knew she was up in his arms, looking up towards him with a delirious look. "Hnnnnh~" She rolled her head from side to side, trying to find the inner strength to ask her just what in the hell he had done to her. Before that injection, while her entire body had been stiff and slow, but now it was like her entire brain was just flat out mush. She looked over to see a car come screeching to a halt in front of the alleyway, and she felt the two of them slowly approaching it...

Yet her mind still wasn't able to process any of it. She had no idea that she was currently being kidnapped, and that what he currently had planned could very well be even more malicious than if he had merely killed her and left her in that alleyway.

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Allan looked down at her suddenly sleepy, clearly aloof face. Something about it made him feel less nervous. He chuckled as he set her down in the back seat, then slid in beside her and closed the door.

"Some privacy, Michael?" Allan asked. The driver nodded and rolled up the black, totally opaque window that allowed total privacy. Allan ran a hand along Jillian's thigh, grinning. "Hmm... we're going to have some fun once we reach my home." He leaned close and stole a chaste kiss, his hand sliding up and down her leg. The drug would keep her passive and complacent, at least until he could get something inside her to make her hot and bothered.

Allan lightly nibbled on her lip, his free hand rubbing her stomach as he pushed his nose into her hair. He hadn't expected her to smell so clean. He fully expected to make her smell of something very, very dirty later on.

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At the very least, Jillian was starting to get some feeling for reality again, as she felt his lips force themselves on her own, one of his hands running along her lean, powerful, athletic thigh. His other hand was rubbing her stomach, and while she knew full well that he was taking advantage of her, and that she had no desire to feel his fingers roam across her figure, she somehow didn't have the voice, or the energy, to say anything about it. She opened her mouth, as if to try and speak out in opposition, before it shut again and she turned her head away. "Nnn~"

She tried to scoot herself away from him a little, but in the back seat of this car there was only so far that she could go. In the end, she just ended up pinning herself up against the car door, and leaving herself potentially even more vulnerable to his touch.

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Allan followed her every inch she moved, peppering her neck and cheeks with kisses. Meanwhile, his hands continued to wander. Her reached around her back and traced the curve of her rear with his hands. He couldn't wait to get her out of her clothes.

"Oh, come now. Don't be like that, my sweet." Allan said, gaining confidence. If he had anything to say about it, he'd be spending the night making her scream his name. Allan softly kneaded her stomach as he leaned into her ear. "Don't worry about a thing, darling. You'll be begging for more in no time." Allan whispered huskily, his teeth gently taking her earlobe. Allan slid a hand up her shirt and rubbed circles on her stomach.

He wasn't entirely sure what was coming over him. Most people instated a feeling of rage in him, but this woman made him feel desire. Allan grinned as the car rolled to a stop. He opened the door and took Jillian in his arms once more, his steps more sure and with a little spring. He nodded to a guard as he was let into the mansion from the gravel-topped driveway. "We're almost to the party, sweet." he murmured.

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Jillian rolled her head off to the side, groaning and gasping when his fingers began touching the bare skin of his stomach, the edges of his fingers stroking along the firm, wide curve of her ass before she suddenly found herself in his arms again, and being carried into the mansion. Her mind was starting to scream out in rebellion, telling her that this was wrong, that she needed to fight, and stop this sick son of a bitch from doing whatever he was planning with her, as if he hadn't made it obvious enough on the trip over and with his touches. However, every time her mind gave the rallying cry for her body to go on the offensive, she found that she simply couldn't be assed to move. It was most polarizing, frustrating feeling that she could ever imagine, and was enough to drive her absolutely berserk.

Nevertheless, all she was able to do was let out a few small, lazy groans while she laid in his arms like a ragdoll, seemingly just happy to go where ever he wanted to take her. "Haaav... naaaaaaah..."

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Allan pressed a finger to Jillian's lips as he climbed the stairs. His bedroom was the third down the hall at the top of the large staircase on the right. Allan briefly let his eyes wander over the paintings and other art pieces that decorated the hall, until he came to his room. Allan shouldered the door open as he buried his nose in her hair once again.

He closed the door with his hip and grinned down at her. "Everyone knows not to disturb me when I close the door. Which means you and I have plenty of time to get to know each other." Allan set Jillian down on the bed, her legs hanging over the side at the knees. Allan was almost giddy as he pushed her shirt up, revealing her bra. He chuckled and cupped her breasts, the soft mounds fitting perfectly in his hands.

"Oh, these are going to be a nice bit of fun..." he teased, leaning his head down to kiss up her body from her navel.

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Jillian was dropped against his bed, the soft and warm mattress almost lulling her into an even deeper sense of apathy and laziness before she felt her red tank-top start to get pushed upwards, his hands wrapping and cupping around her breasts from the outside of her bra. "Hnnnnh~" she gasped out, once again wiggling and squirming against him as he began to peck her belly. If she could just move her body, if she could just find some way to make her thoughts a reality, this man would be nothing more than a puddle of flesh, bone, and ashes in just a matter of seconds. However, considering the fact that she hadn't even begun to recover sensory control over even her fingertips yet, she could only look on in terror, wondering just how long he would be able to keep her locked down like this.

Her large, firm, D-cup would mold to his touch before bouncing eagerly back to their original shape. Just like he had said, it was like they were masterfully crafted for the sole purpose of him being able to fondle and squeeze them as much as he liked. Surely it could only get better once he got that bra off of her, right?

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Allan laughed giddily as her breasts bounced under his touch. He went to silence her gasp by taking her lips in a kiss, his tongue pushing into her mouth as he tugged down her bra. Allan pulled on the front of the garment, his strength tearing it off of her body. He leaned down and felt her bare breasts with his hands, his mouth just an inch away from one of her sweet pink nipples.

He would have need of the other syringe in his nightstand soon. But the effects of the current drug would be enough to get Jillian warmed up. He'd wait, just a touch longer. "Don't worry, Jillian, darling. You'll be begging for more before tonight is over." he growled, one hand sliding down her stomach, towards her pants...

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Jillian twisted and turned, the feeling of his lips imposed against hers caused her eyes to flutter shut while her bra was suddenly ripped from her body. Her bright pink nipples hardening slightly under his touch when he began to feel up the bare flesh of her orbs. However, when his hand started to work it's way down her stomach, edging closer and closer down towards her jeans, Jillian's entire body would tense and coil against his, her breathing more hectic as she looked at him with a more harsh look in her eye while he told her that she'd be begging for more before the night was over. There was no possible way that she'd be doing that, she simply didn't understand. Either way she would try and pull her body away from his touch what tiny, meager bit she could muster while her gaze continued to get more and more harsh.

From the looks of things, that lax injection of his was on a timer... though it did seem like he could play around with her for a tad longer before he'd need to shoot her up again.

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Allan dipped a hand beneath the waistband of her jeans, his fingers sliding against her soft panties. Allan chucked as Jillian resisted him. She had no idea just how hot it made him. She would be much different once he was done with her. Allan drank in her appearance; her freed breasts, her sexy figure, and those eyes. He didn't like the harsh look in them, though.

"Mmm, don't fret dear. I'm not going to hurt you. Believe me." Allan pulled away from her face to bring his lips down to one breast. He suckled gently, the hand that rested on her right breast tweaking her hardened nipples. He pulled her tit with his lips, then released it and let it bounce back. Allan repeated the process several times, while the fingers of his left hand rubbed between her warm thighs.

"Mmmm. Oh, one moment my dear." Allan stood and reluctantly removed his hand from her panties. He crouched beside his nightstand and opened the drawer, smiling wickedly as he removed a glass. The clear liquid inside it sloshed back and forth. He flicked the needle near its tip and brought it back over. "Hope this doesn't cause too much discomfort, my sweet."

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Jillian squirmed and writhed beneath his touch, one of his hands working between her thighs while another teased and worked on her breasts along with those lips of hers, tugging and pulling on her nipple over and over again, and actual inspiring a series of sharp, almost heated gasps out of the redhead while her perky, pink nipples grew harder and harder from the attention. If the way her body was responding was any indication, if he was ever going to get complete control over the woman's body, the way to do it would be through those overly sensitive breasts of hers.

Her eyes rotated with him when she saw the second syringe get filled, while he once again talked as though he hoped it wouldn't cause her too much discomfort. Wiggling and squirming, Jillian did her best to try and regain control over her body again. However, she was still simply too far numb, and her body too slack to really do anything about it. In the end, she ended up gritting her teeth and watching him with a dread filled gaze when he came closer. What was this one going to do to her?

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Allan gingerly lifted Jillian's arm, his thumb sliding along her wrist and up her arm to a vein. He slid the syringe in and pushed down on the stopper, a silly grin on his face. He gently reached over and caressed her right breast, and then he slapped it, not hard enough to really seriously hurt, but to leave behind a nice little sting. He immediately stroked the mound of flesh again, his calloused fingers squeezing a nipple.

"This is a nice little thing to get you going. I made it myself, actually. I call it Love Potion number 1. You're the first girl I've ever tried it on. Congrats, my sweet. Now just relax and let it get you nice and hot." Allan withdrew the needle and tossed it into the garbage. He kissed just beneath her belly button as he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. He ran a hand down one leg, baring his teeth and biting the inside of his cheek. This was going to be a very, very good night.

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Jillian flinched, one of her eyes shutting as he filled her with yet another liquid, and explained what exactly it was to her. She gave him a look of disbelief, the redhead already able to start feeling life flow back to her limbs little by little, enough that she was able to start weakly reaching out and attempt to push her away when he began to squeeze and smack her breast. He would watch as the firm flesh jiggled energetically, just as pert and perky as ever even after he slammed his open palm into the sensitive area.

When he kissed her belly button, and her pants started to get slid down to hit the floor, Jillian arched her back and let out a sharp gasp. "Haaaaah~ You---you son of a bitch!" She cracked out, her hands pushing and shoving at the top of his head even as one of his powerful hands ran along her sleek, athletic, sexy leg. Almost instantly it would be able to tell that the love potion was starting to affect her body, as a light sheen of sweat started to coat her skin, and the only piece of clothing that she had left, her panties, started to show a slightly damp splotch right over her crotch. "Get your... god damn hands... off me!"

She shouted against it, but judging from how weak her hands were, and how powerfully her body was already starting to react as his love potion dug it's claws deeper into her body, her body and her mind were in complete and total disagreement on this matter.

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Allan lunged on top of her and flipped Jillian over, then pinned her wrists to the bed. He kept his hips situated behind her butt, forcing all of her struggling to merely make her nicely shaped rear grind against him, thus bringing his erection some relief. Allan held her down and trailed slow, deliberate kisses across her neck, lifting her arms above her head to pin them there with one of his hands. He tugged her hair, ending any struggling on that front, and allowing him to trail his tongue across her neck undisturbed.

"Like I said, I'm not going to hurt you, my little pet. I'm just going to show you how fun it could be to get fucked nice and proper, by a man like me, right here. Just let the potion take effect, Jillian. That's all you have to do to feel good." He spoke soothingly, while he nibbled at her neck. Just a few more seconds and she'd be nice and horny. Then he could take his time, get to chipping at her resistance and making her his.

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During this time Jillian shouted, her breasts squishing against the mattress while he sat just barely behind her ass, and allowed those wide, tight cheeks of hers to rub and grind against the erection in his pants. She heard his words about how she should just let the potion take effect, and she was moments away from snapping back with some sort of witty retort before she felt his fingers curl around that long red ponytail of hers, and jerk her head backwards as she let out an aching grunt. Her breathing got more intensive, and she absolutely despised admitting it, but her body was getting more and more needy with each passing second. At this point, if it kept getting worse, she wasn't sure how much longer it would be before she went absolutely insane from desire.

If he thought that he'd be able to break her that easily though, he had another thing coming. It was one thing to take advantage of her while she was drugged up, but another entirely to completely break her and turn her into his fuck slave.

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Allan rocked his hips against Jillian's, groaning in agony as his cock tented in his pants. He wanted to fuck her so, so badly, but she wasn't good for it yet. Allan took a moment to look. He needed to bind her wrists behind her back, keep her from fighting him. He was stumped, until, of course, another grind of her rear gave him the answer.

Allan chuckled and spanked her bottom, rubbing at the skin afterward and giving it a few seconds before spanking her again. He shifted backward so that he could pull her panties, and then he ribbed them off as though they were nothing. Allan quickly set about pulling Jillian's arms behind her back, and then tying her wrists together. He licked his lips and put a hand right up between her warm thighs, rubbing teasingly against her sex.

"Struggling only makes your pleasure come later, pet." he stated, reaching around to cup a breast. He fondled it while his other hand gently slapped against her clit.

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Feeling her panties get ripped apart, Jillian jerked her head back with a look of disbelief on her face, gasps and whines all the way when he smacked her ass time and time again. In just a few short seconds her wrists would be secured against one another behind her back, and he would have full access to the entirety of her body. Her thighs would squeeze in against one another tightly once his hand began to tease her pussy, though it was far too late to try and protect herself from his onslaught. Her thighs started to tremble, the juices of her arousal flowing more and more freely as she jerked her head from side to side, the sounds coming from her mouth now seeming to be a 50/50 blend between moans and cries.

His hand found her breast, and her entire body felt like a blast of electricity was being forced through her veins again. The love potion was now in full effect, but it still seemed like Jillian was trying her hardest to fight it despite herself. "Gyaaaaaaah~"

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Allan leaned over his lovely pet, his lips beside her ear. "Come now, don't be shy. Let us hear that sweet voice moan for more." He dipped a finger inside her and squeezed and kneaded her breast. Allan briefly took it away to pop the button on his pants and drop them down to his knees, and then he tugged down his boxers.

Allan's erection stood rigid as he rubbed it between her rear cheeks. He was dying to get inside her pussy, but he wanted to tease her just a little more. He put a second finger in and pumped them back and forth, pinching her nipple with his other hand and rubbing his cock against her.

"We're going to see just how much you love getting fucked tonight, my wonderful little slut." he hissed in her ear, keeping his head beside hers as he slapped her breast again.

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Jillian groaned in defeat, her ass shaking back and forth gently as he began probing her inner tunnels with a finger, all the while pawing and tugging at one of her breasts. During this entire time, his thick, fat cock sat between her rear cheeks, grinding back and forth and giving her a silent promise of satisfaction if she were to just crumble a tad bit more, and admit defeat. She'd look backwards towards him, her eye showing a delicious mixture of defeat, humiliation, and bitterness as she choked out a few simple words. "Go to hell..."

Judging from the sound of her voice, she didn't have any more fight left in her though. At this point, the only thing left for him to do was claim his prize, and make sure that he fucked her well enough that she would never think about him the same way again.

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"That's the spirit, my pretty little bitch." Allan hissed, withdrawing his finger and holding her left hip with one hand. He slid his cock down to her wet sex and pressed the head against her hot, soaking lips. Allan shivered. This was it. Her eyes were a clear inclination of what she perceived as defeat. Allan smirked. She was about to realize just how much she'd actually won.

He took hold of her ponytail and yanked it up, pulling her back against his chest. He turned her head sideways and brought his lips to hers, the hand that had rested on her hip sliding up her belly to cup a firm tit. He pushed the head of his thick meat against her, "Don't look so glum, sweetheart. Trust me, you'll love... this!" he exclaimed, and with a delicious squeeze, hilted himself inside her. "Oooooh Yesssss." He moaned, squeezing Jillian's breast and lightly nibbling at her neck as he let her adjust to his size. She was tight, hot, and very very wet. He waited a minute before slowly pulling his cock out to the tip, and then driving it back in. He felt his cock kiss her cervix and groaned in bliss. "Fuck, you're tight..." he whispered, just lou enough to hear.

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Jillian squeezed her eyes tightly shut when she felt his hot, swollen cock head press up against her drenched pussy lips, her teeth gritting and grinding against one another, her breathing hot and dragged out until she felt herself getting pulled up to the point where her back was pressed against his chest. Her head was turned, she was pushed into the kiss, and then with a single powerful, decisive thrust his entire cock was fully shoved into her tight, warm, soaked tunnel. Jillian's eyes would get wide, her back instinctively arching as her hands balled and opened in a desperate attempt to find something to grab on to, despite being bound behind her back. "Hnnnnnnnnnnh~" Allan could potentially have been surprised by the fact that he wouldn't feel a hymen snap when he pushed into her. It meant that either she wasn't a virgin, or she'd just broken it at some earlier point in her life. In either case, it would also be blindingly obvious from just how tight she felt, and the instinctive reactions of her body, that Jillian wasn't exactly a girl that slept around with just anybody.

She would let out grunts and gasps, trickles of forbidden pleasure seeping into her voice with each slow, mighty thrust of his. "Nnnh~ Guh!" She threw her head forward, her body wiggling and writhing against his. Of course, the only thing this accomplished was causing the redhead's ass to rub and grind against his lap while he kept on fucking her.

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Allan wasn't the least bit embarrassed to moan and gasp as he set a slow, but strong pace. He would speed up for sure, but he didn't intend to hurt the poor girl. No, he planned to have her begging for his cock soon. Allan moved his hand lower, his index and middle finger finding her clit and rubbing against the button of flesh. She clearly wasn't very experienced, as her tight walls instinctive reactions proved it for him. He suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment, and he pulled his lips away to point it out. "Mmm, you don't usually sleep with men, do you? No, you're a good girl. Well, darling, tonight we're going to see just how much you enjoy being my whore."

Allan brought his lips back to Jillian's as his hand came down on her clit once again, less of a slap and more of a heavy pat, really. But the aphrodisiac, plus her own natural stimulation, had probably made it sensitive. He rubbed it sensually after each slap, his fingers beginning to grow wet.

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Jillian's body would continue to writhe in his grip, face now red with forbidden pleasure as he began to attack her clit with a full frontal assault. Her wrists tugged and turned against one another, battling desperately for freedom against her own panties while her pussy grew slicker with each powerful pat and rub down of the poor, defenseless nub. As it kept going her mind would grow more and more foggy, her shouts and whines becoming more akin to moans and cries of pleasure. Even if it was with the assistance of the aphrodisiac, it seemed like he was breaking through her walls rapidly, forcing pleasure into the redhead's body rather she was willing to accept it or not. "GAHHH! God... fuck... I can't---MMMMHHHHNNNN~" She threw her back against his chest once more, her pussy already starting to convulse and tremble as he worked on his slow and steady thrusts, along with the assault on her clit, and on one of her titties.

The question was, was Allan the kind of man that would let Jillian cum that easily? Or would this be just another tool that he planned on using to help break her? Ultimately, the fate of the drop dead sexy redhead was in the hands of Allan... though odds were looking to be pretty high that the end result would be the same anyway.

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Allan listened intently as Jillian's protests grew more and more into moans of pleasure. He grinned cheekily against her hair as he pulled his lips away from hers. He felt her walls convulse and tremble around his cock as he fucked her, and he got an idea. It was despicable in all the best ways. Allan reluctantly pulled out of Jillian's pussy and released her hair, letting her fall onto the bed. He briefly admired the stain beneath her sex, where she'd literally been dripping with arousal. He reached into his seemingly stocked-full nightstand and removed a nicely sized black dildo, and slid it into her pussy. Allan worked it in gently and left it inside her, and then moved in front of her face. He laid down and adjusted her so that he brought his crotch under her chin, and his legs on either side of her torso.

"You're so beautiful, Jillian. But looking drop-dead sexy doesn't mean you get to cum. Not yet. How about you... suck my cock, while that dildo keeps you nice and horny? If you do a good job I'll be sure to let you cum." he offered, although the cock-sucking part sounded more like an order. Allan stroked her cheek and brushed his thumb along her soft lower lip, grinning teasingly. She didn't have too much of a choice. If she refused, he'd just give her more of the aphrodisiac.

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Jillian collapsed forward when he pushed her, her chest pressing against the mattress with her ass sticking straight out for a few seconds when he pulled out of her. Truth be told, she could only lay there in shock for a few seconds, neither her body nor her mind having the fortitude to have anticipated him pulling out, and leaving her body cold like that while he moved over until he was in front of her, leaving a cold, rubbery dildo in her snatch to replace that thick and warm shaft of hers. She grunted and groaned as it was pushed in... yeah, it felt nice and all... but it simply wasn't the same as the real deal!

What came next caused her eyes to wither and die a little bit, some of the spark leaving her gaze when he commanded that she suck on his cock, him bribing her with the opportunity to cum if she did a good job. She felt his hot, sticky shaft rub along her lower lip, leaving her with no choice but to subconsciously shift forward as she opened her lips and wrapped them around the swollen tip of his cock, her tongue rubbing against the opening on his cock head while her eyes rolled up to look towards his. From there, Allan would have the chance to get his first real look at her with a submissive, utterly defeated look in her eye. Her head would bob up and down on his dick, her throat accepting inch after inch of his meat while she kept her gaze focused up towards him.

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The submissive, defeated look in Jillian's eyes only made Allan harder. He ran his hands through her hair while she worked her tongue and mouth on his shaft for a few minutes, before he felt like a small change was in order. Allan reached up and grabbed her ponytail, never breaking eye contact with his new pet. She wasn't fully trained yet, but he had all the foundation he needed already. She seemed to be a little sore over his cock not being inside her, so Allan would make it a point to fill her once this was done.

He pulled her down on him by her ponytail, his cock sliding further down her throat as he did so. Allan groaned aloud and bit his own lip, his free hand reaching down to play with her breast. He pinched her pink nipple and slapped her tit while he used her hair as a handle, pulling her down on him at a slightly faster speed. He wasn't yet sure if he wanted to give her a load to the mouth; but her warm tongue and the way his shaft twitched told him he just might.