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You stared at yourself in the mirror as you brushed your teeth. Your eyes looked tired and your hair was messy, but you hoped a good night’s rest would fix that. After all, you’d spent nearly twelve hours today packing and traveling back home for summer break. You were going to a prestigious college across the country, and this was your first time returning to your mom’s house ever since you graduated high school. It was good to be back, but right now you wanted nothing more than to crawl under your blankets and sleep until tomorrow afternoon.

Once you’d finished your nighttime routine, you changed into your pajamas: cotton underwear, shorts, and a thin t-shirt. Keeping the lamp on for now, you let out a content sigh as you finally flopped onto your bed and got under the sheets, rolling onto your side to check your phone. Browsing through your social media for a few minutes, you startled when you heard a knock on your door. It was nearly midnight – what did your mom want?

“Come in,” you said, sitting up as you pushed the blankets off your legs. However, you raised your eyebrows in surprise when you saw Mark enter instead, closing the door behind him as he smiled at you. He was your stepfather. Your mom had met him only two years ago, and they’d married while you were away at college. You didn’t have anything against the man, but you weren’t exactly close. Caught off-guard, you cleared your throat and asked, “What’s up?”

“‘What’s up’? Heh. You’re making me feel old,” he chuckled, his voice deep and gravelly. Mark was a handsome man, tall with a strong jawline and a faint stubble across his face. When you’d first met him two years ago, you’d instantly recognized why your mom fancied him. You blushed at the thought, batting away the immature thoughts – he was your stepfather now! You couldn’t think that way! Mark pulled the chair out from your desk, sitting down as he angled his body towards yours. “I wanted to see how you were doing. You seemed pretty out of it at dinner.”

“Ugh, yeah, I was just tired,” you shrugged, scooting forward until you were sitting with your legs hanging off the edge of the bed. Mark’s eyes flicked down to your bare thighs and the faint outlines of your nipples, but you didn’t notice, still weary from the long day. “I’m not used to airports. It takes forever to get through one line, and then there’s another one!”

He laughed at that, amused by your frustrations. Mark crossed one of his legs over the other, leaning back in the chair as he said, “It wasn’t always that way, you know. It wasn’t until a certain event terrified the world that more security measures were put in place. I’m not sure how much it actually helps, though.”

You shrugged again, running a hand through your messy hair. “Well, they really ought to expedite the process. It’s kind of ridiculous.”

A brief silence filled the room before Mark spoke again, changing the subject. “How was your first year at college? Do anything fun?”

It was something your mom had asked you at dinner, but you hadn’t given a very thorough response. After all, it’s not like you could reveal you’d been underage drinking every weekend and going to frat parties. The only college student stereotype you didn’t embody was being promiscuous – you still hadn’t had sex, but you weren’t in a rush. You suddenly realized you’d been staring off into space for a few seconds, and you shook your head to focus, embarrassed.

“Sorry, I’m still tired. Anyways, uh, it’s been great! Been doing well in all my classes. I’m still not 100% sure what major I’m leaning towards, but…”

And so the two of you talked. You yawned after nearly every sentence, wishing that Mark would get the hint to let you go to sleep, but he was oddly persistent. It wasn't until an alarm went off on his phone about half an hour later that he stood up. “Well, that’s my cue.”

You were too exhausted to question what the alarm was for, just breathing an internal sigh of relief that he was done. It hadn’t been a bad conversation, but did it have to happen now? However, instead of leaving, Mark sat down on the bed right next to you. The mattress dipped down, making your left shoulder press against his as you unintentionally leaned into him. “Huh? Mark?”

“I just remembered something…” He turned towards you, his earlier grin back on his face. However, it suddenly looked much more mischievous. Now that he was right next to you, you realized just how much bigger than you he was, his tight jeans and formal shirt showing off his muscular frame. You were too surprised to speak, unsure where the tension in the air had come from. “I read earlier that massages help the body relax, improving the quality of sleep. Want me to help? I know you said you’re tired – it’ll only take a few minutes.”

“A massage?” Your voice was quiet, and you felt goosebumps rise across your skin as you met his intense stare. This was such a strange situation, and the suddenness of it left you fumbling for how to respond. You were uncomfortable with the idea of him massaging you, especially since your pajamas didn’t cover a whole lot, but wasn’t he just being nice? Wouldn’t it be rude to say no? Licking your lips, you responded in an unsure voice, “Um… Okay, sure. That’s fine.”

Mark’s grin widened, and he motioned for you to turn around so that your back was facing him. Following his orders, you gasped when his large hands fell upon you, his thumbs digging painfully into your shoulder blades as they massaged the tension there. However, it started to feel good after a few seconds, your muscles relaxing underneath the pressure. Letting out a groan, you closed your eyes, the trepidation leaving your mind as you let him massage you. Mark occasionally moved his hands down to your upper back, pressing firmly before returning to the tops of your shoulders, focusing most of his attention there.

Eventually, he started to slow his movements, his hands no longer kneading your skin. Now it was more like he was tenderly stroking you, the tips of his fingers grazing your neck and collarbone. You sighed in satisfaction, assuming he was finished, but if you could’ve seen Mark’s expression, you wouldn’t have reacted so positively. He was staring down at you with lust in his eyes, his lips parted as he tried to control his breathing. The bulge in his pants was starting to get uncomfortable as it strained against layers of fabric, begging to be freed. He wasn’t able to hold himself back anymore – he had to have you.

“Ah!” Your eyes flew open when you felt his hand suddenly reach for your hair, grabbing a fistful as he gently pulled your head back. His breath caressed your neck as he leaned closer, pressing his torso against you. “Mark?! What are you doing?!”

“Relax,” he murmured, continuing to rub his free hand across your shoulders. Your breathing was getting faster, but you stayed still, unsure what to do. He was barely using any of his strength, but you could already tell that you’d never be able to free yourself from his grip. Squirming uncomfortably, you kept your hands on your thighs and clenched your jaw, keeping quiet.

Mark was satisfied with your submission. More than that – he was ecstatic. Ever since he saw you enter that front door earlier today, no longer the dorky teenaged girl he’d remembered, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. At dinner, he’d imagined what you looked like under those clothes, and in the shower, he’d jerked himself off to the thought of fucking you. But he hadn’t let himself cum. No, he was saving that for something special. Something soon.

“You’ve always been such a good girl, haven’t you?” His voice was husky, sending a chill down your spine. Although his touch was still relatively chaste, it wasn’t long until he reached a hand underneath the neckline of your shirt, exposing your left shoulder as he tugged the fabric aside, wanting to see more of you. “You always did so well in school. You always followed your mom’s rules. Never snuck out. Never talked back. So obedient…”

He shifted behind you, but you didn’t realize what he was doing until he tugged your hair a bit more forcefully, pulling your head to the side. Mark was looming over you, getting closer. You were so scared. Even someone as inexperienced as yourself could tell what was happening, and yet you didn’t want to believe it. This was Mark; this was your stepfather. He’d always been nice to you, so this had to be a huge misunderstanding. It had to be!

But he was leaning down even further, his breath hot against you. You whimpered, feeling his stubble tickle the groove between your shoulder and neck as he tugged your hair with even more force, exposing your sensitive flesh. Then, without warning, his lips were pressing themselves against your skin. Warm and soft and wet, he started to kiss your neck, his movements slow and sensual.

You couldn’t keep quiet any longer – this was going way too far. Reaching up to grab his wrist, you tried to get him to loosen his grip in your hair as you protested. “Mark, stop! What are you doing?!”

“Mmm. It’s okay, it’ll be okay,” he groaned in response, not at all bothered by your feeble attempts to stop him. When he sucked on your skin hard enough to leave a hickey, you gasped, arching your back as you felt a jolt of arousal. You’d never even had a boyfriend before, so intimacy was completely foreign to you. He was only getting more confident the longer you failed to scream out for help, and soon his kisses grew rougher. Biting and sucking, he let out deep moans as he held you tightly against him, still keeping your hair firmly in his grasp.

As his molestations grew in intensity, so did your struggles. You bucked your body against him as you cried out, using all of your strength to try and escape. However, you could only get a few inches away before he pulled you back with a growl, a needy sound that brought tears to your eyes. He just kept kissing you, no longer rubbing your shoulders, all precedent gone. He wasn’t trying to help you relax as he left bite marks against your skin, licking the bruises afterwards to soothe the pain – he was just sating his own throbbing need, a need that was quickly getting to be too much to handle.

He let go of you, and you immediately scrambled backwards across the bed, looking at him with terrified eyes. You wiped away his saliva, your skin feeling like it was on fire as you watched him stand up. With evil intent, he grabbed the chair and shoved it underneath the door knob, ensuring a quick escape wouldn’t be possible. And then he smirked, his gaze cold as he started to undress, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke again.

“You don’t need to look so scared. This will be a good experience for both of us.” He shrugged the shirt off, letting the fabric drop to the floor. In the past, his chiseled torso and abdomen had made you giggle and think impure thoughts. But right now, you didn’t care how much the man looked like a Greek God – he was going to rape you.

“Where’s Mom?” You asked, your voice high-pitched as you suddenly worried for her safety. If he was horrible enough to do this, had he hurt her, too? However, he just chuckled, kneeling down to take off his shoes.

“She took her usual sleeping meds, so don’t worry your pretty little head. She won’t be interrupting us.” 

“Meds? I-Is that why–?” Your face blanched as you remembered his alarm going off. That’s when his demeanor had changed; that’s when he’d revealed his true colors. Somehow, Mark seemed to understand what you were referencing. 

“Mhm. They usually take thirty minutes to reach their peak, and they keep her knocked out for hours. We have all the time in the world.” With that, he stood back up to his full height and unzipped his jeans. You wanted to look away, but you felt like you were frozen as he tugged them down just past his hips, revealing his boxers. He sighed as he ran a hand down the front of his underwear, his bulge noticeable even from a distance. Kicking off his jeans, he said, “Fuck… Look how hard you’ve made me. Such a slut.”

When he said those words, you snapped out of your trance. With a sudden burst of bravery, you hastily crawled over to your phone and unlocked it, starting to type in the emergency number. However, your hands were shaking so much that you mistyped it, having to start over again. Those extra couple seconds were all Mark needed.

He closed the distance between the two of you with frightening speed, knocking your phone out of your hand just when you were about to hit ‘call’. You screamed when his weight landed on your back, but he just turned you around and put a hand over your mouth, his face furious. “Shut the fuck up! SHUT UP! Do you want me to fucking kill you?!”

Tears spilled from your eyes as you shook your head, never knowing that Mark could look so monstrous. His veins were jutting out of his neck as he breathed in and out harshly, shifting his weight to check your phone, which had fallen to the floor – he sighed in relief when he confirmed that the call hadn’t gone through. Still livid, he glared at you and said, “Don’t ever disobey me again, or I swear I’ll make this as painful as possible. You don’t want that, do you? Do you?!”

You shook your head again, your sobs muffled as he pressed his hand even tighter against your mouth. But with the immediate danger gone, Mark's breathing was slowly getting back under control, his nostrils flaring with each inhale. He let out a huff, closing his eyes for a few seconds before opening them back up, looking slightly calmer. But the anger was still there, simmering beneath the surface.

"If you even think about screaming again, you're dead.” His voice was quieter now, and it sent an icy chill down your spine. He was serious. A few seconds later, he removed his hand, not giving you any time to catch your breath before he grabbed the front of your shirt and yanked you towards him. You yelped in surprise as he dragged you off the bed, your bare feet hitting the carpet as he forced you up, guiding you towards the wall and roughly pushing you against it.

"I'm sorry," you hurriedly whispered, staring up at Mark with frightened eyes. He still seemed irritated, but something in his gaze shifted as he stared back, studying you closely. His eyes dropped down to your lips for a moment, which were quivering with fear, parted open as you panted softly. He flicked his eyes back up, his face losing its tension as he cupped your face with both hands, gently wiping away your tears with his thumbs.

"I know, sweetheart," he murmured, pressing his body against yours. His clothed erection pressed against your stomach, making you cringe. “I know. I don't want to hurt you."

"Please let me go," you begged, a hint of desperation in your voice. "I won't tell anyone. I promise."

Mark hummed in response, a deep sound that seemed to rumble within his chest. He reached down, wrapping his left arm behind your back, tugging you even closer. Then his right hand went to your chin, tilting your head up, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip; you could taste the saltiness of your tears on his skin. He spoke again, his voice low and dangerous.

"Oh, I know you won't." His eyes flashed, and that was the only warning you got before he suddenly moved his hand down to your neck, squeezing lightly. It wasn't enough to cut off your air flow, but it made you panic, nonetheless. You grabbed onto his arm as your eyes widened, trying to pull his hand away, but it was no use – he was too strong. Mark leaned forward until his lips were ghosting against yours, the tips of your noses touching. "I know you're not going to tell anyone… because you're a good girl. My good girl."

Then his muscles tensed, his grip on your neck and waist tightening as he closed the distance between the two of you. He kissed you hard, moving his lips against yours as he kept you firmly pinned in place, forcing you to accept his advances.

You instinctively shut your eyes and pressed your lips together, trying to push him away as the taste of him flooded your senses. His cologne was strong, surrounding you and making you feel dizzy as you breathed through your nose, making sure not to open your mouth. But Mark was undeterred, moaning against you as he started to grind his hips forward, rubbing his clothed cock against your abdomen. You whined in protest, still struggling, eventually managing to turn your head away as you gasped for breath. "Please–!"

But your words were cut off when Mark squeezed his hand around your throat tighter, giving an unspoken order: don’t disobey me. Terrified of angering him again, you reluctantly turned towards him, hesitating for a second before parting your lips. You groaned as he assaulted your mouth properly this time, his lips moving against yours, forcing your mouth open wider. He hummed in satisfaction, pleased by your cooperation. After a few seconds, he loosened his grip on your neck and he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. You whimpered as his tongue entered your mouth, the sensation foreign and unwanted.

This was your first kiss. You’d always imagined your first kiss going to a boyfriend, someone you loved and adored. It would’ve been gentle and sweet, and afterwards the two of you would look into each other’s eyes with longing, knowing your relationship would blossom into something more.

What Mark was doing completely opposed your childish fantasy. He was rough as he bit your lower lip, making you taste blood before finally letting go. His tongue invaded your mouth, exploring every inch of you until you felt like gagging, his saliva mixing with yours. It was disgusting, but you didn’t dare pull away, not after his violent outburst earlier. You just let him kiss you, trying to keep up with his movements as you held back your tears, completely overwhelmed.

He finally relinquished his hold on your neck, letting you breathe more easily as his hands started exploring your body again. You pushed against his chest weakly, keeping the illusion of defiance as he ran his right hand down your back, keeping the left on your waist. But when his fingers grazed the top of your shorts, you stiffened, frozen in place.

He ran his fingers along the inside of the waistband of your shorts, not going further down yet. Teasing and light, his touch sent shivers down your spine. You hadn’t noticed it due to the horror of the situation, but your cheeks flushed when you realized you were aroused – very aroused. You pressed your thighs together instinctively in embarrassment, and he immediately noticed the slight change in your demeanor. He chuckled, moving his hand down to greedily grab your ass over your shorts, making you gasp into his mouth.

Your eyes shot open as his fingers pressed into you harder, crudely groping your globes of flesh. Unable to stay still any longer, you pulled away from his kiss, your lips swollen and plump as you breathed heavily. “This is too much! Please, please stop…!”

Mark just smirked, continuing to squeeze your asscheeks through your pajama shorts, giving them each a smack before going back to kissing your neck. You arched your back and let out a stifled moan, feeling like you were going crazy. It was so terrible, and yet your body kept reacting as if this was everything you’d ever wanted, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

“Oh, no, we’re not stopping,” he whispered into your ear, giving your ass an even harder slap than before. You squeaked in shock, feeling blood rushing to the surface of your skin. Before you could protest again, Mark pulled back, grabbing your arms and dragging you towards the bed. You resisted, digging your heels into the carpet, but it didn't make any difference – he just picked you up and tossed you onto the mattress, and you landed on your back, staring up at him in a daze. He grinned at you with all his teeth, licking his lips as he said, "We're just getting started."

With horror, you watched as he stepped out of his boxers, letting his cock spring free from its confines. It was impossibly large, and you couldn’t imagine how it could fit inside of you.

You crawled backwards until you hit the headboard, but he wasn’t advancing on you yet. He was content to just look at you for now, savoring you in all your innocent glory. Your face was wet with both tears and saliva, and your skin was beautifully flushed from his touches. His eyes went down to your shirt, and he smiled upon seeing your nipples protruding through that thin fabric. What had you been thinking, allowing him to massage your shoulders when you were teasing him so thoroughly? Your breasts had been all he could see the entire time, and it had taken every ounce of his willpower to keep himself from palming them. But now he didn’t have to hold back.

Walking towards you, Mark leaned forward and grabbed your ankle, yanking you until you were at the edge of the bed. He towered over you as he took in your scared expression, loving how much smaller you were compared to him. It was rare to take someone so pure, so innocent. He knew you were a virgin – you’d never told your mom about any boyfriends, and you were clearly too shy to do hookups – and that fact just made him even more excited, his cock twitching. His eyes glinted mischievously as he said in a deep, guttural voice, “Now we can begin.”

With that, he crawled on top of you, his body weight pressing you deep into the mattress. You wanted to scream, but your voice died in your throat when you remembered his earlier threats – as much as you wanted to escape this hell, you cared more about staying alive. His hands were back on you, caressing your hair as he kissed your face and neck, sucking on the bite marks he'd left earlier. You struggled beneath him as you held back your cries, pushing at his chest as hard as you could, but it was as if he didn’t even notice your resistance, completely unbothered as he continued to touch you.

He grew more bold in his molestation as he grinded his bare cock against your thighs, the tip smearing pre-cum on your shorts. Grunting, he reached up and started to grope your right breast over your shirt, delighting in how soft you were. You whimpered and turned your head to the side, but he didn’t mind. Mark relished the fact that he was the first one to ever touch you like this, and that meant all of your reactions were completely authentic. Completely you.

“Take off your shirt,” he growled, still running his hand over your breast. You looked at him, flinching when you met his intense gaze. 

“Mark, please–”

“Take it off. Now.” He said it with narrowed eyes, but he didn’t seem angry – no, he just looked lustful. Your throat tightened, and you shook your head, looking away as soon as you defied him. You were scared to disobey him again, but you also couldn't do what he was asking, wanting to preserve your modesty, still holding onto the childish hope that you could somehow prevent this from getting any worse.

However, Mark actually enjoyed your slight resistance – if you were already completely broken, then this wouldn’t be nearly as fun. No, part of the excitement of taking virgins was breaking down their will with one sexual act at a time, waiting to see which one would be the ultimate breaking point. Evidently, you hadn’t met yours yet.

“Alright,” he murmured, reaching for the hem of your shirt. You kept quiet as he yanked it up to your collarbone, but your shame was palpable as your lower lip trembled. Mark stared at your newly-exposed flesh, eagerly reaching out to squeeze one of your breasts. The perfect size. Just right. Grabbing your right one, he leaned down and greedily began to suck your nipple.

“Ah!” A sharp cry escaped your throat as his lips suctioned around the nub, his tongue swirling around it for added stimulation. Squirming underneath him, you pressed against his shoulders and begged for him to stop, but he didn’t listen to you. He just squeezed your sensitive flesh and sucked harder, causing your nipple to stand even more erect than before, sore and throbbing by the time he finally pulled away.

However, he wasn’t about to give you a break. As the lecherous man started to lick and suck your left nipple next, he pinched your right one between his thumb and index finger, pressing harder until he got the desired response: your screams. Only then did he let go, alleviating the pain with his mouth as he gently licked around your delicate nub. And then he repeated the process: pinching, letting go, licking, soothing. He kept at it for what felt like forever, and by the time he finally pulled away, you were a panting mess.

“Oh, God,” you breathed out, covering your face with your arms to try and hide yourself from him. Mark just laughed, his once-pleasant voice sounding like nails against a chalkboard. 

“Had enough?” He asked, groping your breasts again as he gave them more kisses. You nodded your head, trembling, praying that he’d have mercy on you. It was hard to believe that only ten minutes ago, you’d been relaxing in this very bed, not knowing what fate was about to befall you. Mark knew you were getting close to breaking, so he pressed on, looking forward to the expression you’d make when he finally ruined you. “Well, baby girl, I’m not done yet.”

With that, he moved one of his hands to the hem of your shorts. You froze when he tugged them down your legs, leaving you in your white panties. Your thoughts were running amok, tumbling over one another as you tried to figure out a way to get out of this. However, there was nothing you could do – he’d ensured that you’d have no escape. Your entire body jolted in shock when his hand trailed down your stomach, and when he began to rub your pussy through your panties, you cried out in unwanted pleasure. “Ah! No! Please, don’t!”

He let out a loud groan as he felt your wetness, able to see and feel it as it soaked through your panties. Continuing to tease you by running his fingers up and down your labia – not yet straying underneath the wet fabric – he murmured, “You’re so fucking wet. Does this feel good? Hm? Do you like this?”

He brought his face close to your ear, making sure you heard everything he said. You whimpered, keeping your arms over your face as you tried to bring your thighs together to stop the molestation. However, he just shifted until he was between your legs, keeping them pried apart with his knees. Now you could do absolutely nothing to stop him from touching your most sensitive area.

“Mark,” you gasped, your hips bucking when he pressed his middle finger against your clit, rubbing circles around it for a couple seconds. He didn’t say anything in response, continuing to rub your covered clit as you helplessly squirmed beneath him. Then his hands left you, and you had a moment of respite from the unwanted pleasure. You panted loudly, trying to catch your breath. You could feel the bed shifting, but it wasn’t until you felt his breath on your inner thighs that you realized what he was about to do. “No! Wait–!”

It was too late to protest. Mark hummed in satisfaction as he pressed his face against your panties, inhaling deeply to get your scent. You smelled divine. He didn’t wait to start working on you with his mouth, eager to make you cum.

“Ahhh! Nngh…!” You dropped your arms from your face in order to fist your hands in the bedsheets, holding onto them for dear life. This was your first experience with oral sex, but it was clear that Mark was skilled. Even with the fabric in the way, he knew exactly where your clit was, giving it just the right amount of attention before moving down to lick your labia. You couldn’t deny the pleasure, but the fear was starting to grow, too. This was a precursor to sex – penetrative sex with him. Oh, God, you couldn’t do this!

Without any warning, you started to flail against him, kicking him in the shoulder as you clambered backwards. Mark had loosened his grip on you when you’d become more compliant, so he growled in frustration as you scrambled away now, painfully hitting the headboard in your mad dash to escape. He was going to get you for that. Rubbing his shoulder, the man got up on his knees and approached your trembling, incoherent form. It was clear that your panic was overriding your common sense, but nonetheless, he couldn’t let that go unpunished. 

“That wasn’t very nice of you,” he muttered, yanking you back towards him as he crawled on top of you. You were hysterical at this point, all reason lost as you used the last of your strength to try and get away, hitting his chest and scratching his arms. Snarling, he reached forward and grabbed your bundled shirt around the middle, straining his muscles as he tore it off of you.

You heard the sound of fabric ripping, and you shrieked when you realized he'd destroyed your shirt, leaving it in tatters. Then his hands were on your panties, giving them the same treatment as he tore them off your body, tossing them onto the floor next to your phone – now the two of you were completely naked. Mark breathed deeply as he looked over your nude form, eyes flicking to your bare cunt. If he wanted to, he could fuck you right now; you were certainly wet enough. But no, Mark wanted to wait until you were coherent again. He wanted to look you in the eye as you realized your stepfather would be the one to take your virginity.

For now, he repositioned himself to avoid your flailing limbs as much as possible, knowing you’d eventually tire yourself out. He grabbed your thighs with both hands, restraining your legs and keeping them spread wide open. You tried to push him away, still panicked and desperate, but the awkward angle meant you could barely graze his head, doing nothing more than mildly annoy him. Breathing heavily, he brought his face to your pussy, moaning as he properly tasted you for the first time. A perfect mix of sweat and musk, you made him feel twenty years younger as he started to eat you out.

Your body jolted in shock again when his lips suctioned around your clit, but you were still so frantic that you didn't completely register it. The fight-or-flight instinct was completely overwhelming your mind – you just knew you were in danger, and that you had to get away. However, no matter how hard you struggled, you stayed pinned down on your bed, your legs forcibly spread as your stepfather licked and sucked your cunt. You weren’t calming down, but it was also getting impossible to ignore the effect he was having on you.

“Mmm! Ah!” Mark’s tongue circled your clit, teasing you before his lips suctioned around the sensitive nub. Your pussy throbbed as he licked your labia next, only giving you a short break before going back to your clit, sucking it hard. The sounds you were making were a mix between moans and screams, and if your mom hadn’t taken her sleeping meds, then she probably would’ve woken up and checked on you, saving you from this nightmare. But as it were, you were stuck with your stepfather, unable to do anything but accept the forced pleasure as he continued to lick you up and down, keeping you pinned in place.

Mark was enjoying himself far more than he’d thought possible – he knew your pussy would be divine, but he still hadn’t been prepared for this. He ignored the way you pulled at his arms and scratched his hands, knowing you wouldn’t leave any lasting damage. Besides, the slight tinge of pain kept him focused on the task at hand, making sure he didn’t get complacent again. He tightened his grip on your legs as he delved his tongue deep inside, lapping up your juices before retreating, staring up at you as he returned to your clit.

Your mind was going absolutely crazy at this point. Restrained, pleasured, and helpless, your resistance began to falter as Mark continued to eat you out, his tongue making your body impossibly hot. Although you continued to push at him, you were more focused now on suppressing your voice, unable to stop yourself from clenching around his tongue as he shoved it inside once again. You looked down at him, making eye contact, and he didn’t slow his movements – if anything, Mark seemed to grow rejuvenated by your erotic expression, eating you out with even more passion than before.

“Stop…!” You found your words again when Mark delved back in, trying once again to close your legs. But he was undeterred, shifting so he was laying flat on his stomach in front of you, both of his hands keeping your thighs spread wide. This allowed him to reach even deeper inside you whenever he sunk his tongue into you, and this time you couldn’t prevent yourself from letting out a loud, uninhibited moan, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes.

This went on for a long time, and you could feel yourself slowly edging closer to orgasm, but never actually going over the brink. Mark kept you right at the edge of absolute pleasure, and you were making sounds you’d never made before, whimpering as you begged for him to stop, to give you a break, to let you go. But he never did. He only grew more and more fervent in his actions, and just when he saw you were once again on the brink of orgasm, he adjusted his body, pulling his face away as he hovered over you, bringing one hand to your twitching pussy and sinking a finger deep inside all at once.

Your eyes widened as you let out a strangled cry, squeezing tightly around his finger as he pumped it in and out of you. It was unlike anything you’d felt before, and you writhed underneath him, your voice breaking as you begged for him to stop. But Mark just gave you a feral look, his chin wet from eating you out. You opened your mouth to say something again, but it was cut off when Mark adjusted his finger to rub at something inside of you – something very pleasurable.

Your mouth fell open as you arched your back, but no sound came out. Your pussy was throbbing, and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to an orgasm. No, no, no. You couldn't cum. But then he added a second finger, stretching you as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, faster now, hitting that same spot every time. The pleasure was so overwhelming that you couldn’t think, blindly reaching out to push him away, shaking uncontrollably. But he was relentless, not stopping even for a second – eventually, you couldn’t hold back any longer.

The tightness in your abdomen snapped as you came, your entire body convulsing as you threw your head back, unable to form words. You were vaguely aware of your walls clenching around Mark's fingers as your legs spasmed, but your mind was a fog of pleasure and disbelief, unable to focus on anything except the overwhelming sensations flowing throughout your body. His fingers kept pumping inside you, dragging out your orgasm for as long as possible, not stopping until you were completely spent.

You were a panting, incoherent mess by the time your orgasm finished. Mark finally removed his fingers, licking them clean with a groan as he savored the taste of your juices. You just laid there, too overwhelmed to move, your legs still spread wide open. However, as you slowly caught your breath, the realization of what had just happened began to dawn on you. Oh, God… He'd really... He'd just made you...

Mark watched your face with satisfaction as you came back to reality, a mixture of emotions crossing your features. Shock. Horror. Shame. Disgust. All of the emotions he'd been hoping for. It was truly a work of art, seeing you become completely unraveled by his hands. He waited for you to meet his eyes, and when you did, he knew you were ready for the final act.

"You've been so good, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you." Mark reached over and ran a hand through your hair, smiling when you flinched at his touch. "Do you know what's going to happen next?"

You looked up at him, your lips trembling, unable to form words. You knew, of course, but you didn't want to say it, you didn't want to make it real. You shook your head, looking at him with pleading eyes. Mark chuckled as he crawled forward, putting his hands on either side of your head as he loomed above you, making you feel small and trapped.

"I'm going to fuck you."

He said it simply, as if it was an everyday fact, something obvious that didn't need elaboration. You shook your head again, unable to accept it, but Mark just pressed his lower half against you, making sure you felt his erection against your stomach. You stared down between the two of you, your eyes widening at the sheer size of him. He grabbed the base of his shaft and guided it towards your pussy, rubbing his cockhead along your wet slit, teasing you.

"Wait," you breathed out, unable to tear your eyes away from his erection. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, and you whimpered when he slid the tip of his cock over your clit, your body hypersensitive in the wake of your orgasm. "I'm not–! I-I'm not ready!"

"Yes, you are." Mark's voice was calm as he rubbed his cock up and down your labia, coating himself with your wetness. You were too exhausted to put up much of a fight, but you still tried, shifting your body to the side in an attempt to evade him. But Mark just followed your movements, grabbing your hips and keeping you still as he lined his cock up with your entrance, pressing the tip against your opening. "Just relax."

"No!" You let out a shriek when he tried pushing into you, but he was met with resistance, your pussy clenching hard against the intrusion as you instinctively tried to keep him out, your survival instincts kicking in. Mark was patient, however, not pushing any further for now. Instead, he kept prodding gently against your hole, just barely slipping in every now and then before retreating, testing your body's reaction to him. It was clear you wouldn't be able to take him easily, so he continued to gather your juices onto his cock, making sure he was properly lubricated.

You were starting to panic again, feeling him right on the brink of penetrating you. This was wrong – this was all wrong. Why were you here? What had you done to deserve this? Your legs kicked the air weakly, his hips keeping them spread apart as he continued to press himself against you more insistently. Mark let out a low moan whenever he managed to sink the tip of his cockhead inside you, only to immediately pull back out, repeating the process over and over again.

"Don't...!" Your face contorted in discomfort as he tried to push himself deeper inside again, but you were still too tight. However, Mark could see that you were slowly adjusting to him, your body starting to open up as he kept teasing you. Your face was still flushed from your orgasm, your lips plump and parted as you panted, your breasts heaving with each breath. Mark groaned with anticipation as he watched you squirm, your body so soft and enticing. You were almost ready. "Please! Please don't do this!"

"Shh." Mark reached up and brushed some hair away from your face, his cockhead pressing against your entrance again. This time, he didn't just tease you; he pushed, applying more pressure until you were forced to open up for him. You gasped in shock when you felt the tip of his cock finally pop fully into you, your entire body stiffening at the intrusion. "That's it. Just like that."

He didn't try to force himself into you any further, just resting there as he let you get used to him. You looked down at the connection between your bodies, your eyes widening at the sight of him partially inside you. No, no, this was all wrong – this couldn't be happening to you. But you couldn't deny what you were seeing, and you could feel him, so warm and hard, stretching you.

"Take it out," you whimpered, staring up at him with pleading eyes. "Please, I can't–"

Your voice cut off with a sharp cry when he suddenly pushed more of himself into you, sinking a bit deeper. You threw your head back as your walls stretched to accommodate him, your chest heaving with each breath as you struggled to adjust to the new sensations. It wasn't exactly painful – it was just too much, too big, too strange.

"Fuck," Mark groaned, staring down at you with a heated gaze. Your pussy was so wet, and yet you were so impossibly tight, squeezing his shaft in a vice-grip. He wasn’t far enough inside to be able to properly fuck you yet, but he couldn't resist the urge to start moving his hips, giving shallow thrusts as he pulled out slightly and sank back in, only using his thick cockhead to stimulate you for now.

You whined in protest when he started moving, the friction unlike anything you'd ever felt before. The pleasure was muted by the overwhelming sense of wrongness, making you feel nauseous as you tried to push him away again. You wanted him away from you – out of you. But Mark just leaned forward, putting more of his weight on top of you as he continued to thrust in and out, grunting with each movement.

"You're taking me so well," he murmured, burying his face against your neck as he breathed in your scent. "Such a good girl."

Your heart dropped at his words, and you felt like crying again, but no tears came. Your entire body was in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening to you. You tried to shift your pelvis away from him, but you could barely move underneath his weight, making you feel incredibly claustrophobic. You opened your mouth to try and protest again, but he chose that moment to slide slightly deeper into you, stealing your breath away.

"Ah!" You instinctively grabbed his arms, which were now planted on either side of you, his face still buried against your neck. When you dug your nails into his skin, he pulled his head back, staring down at you with a look of pure lust. His eyes were half-lidded as he breathed heavily, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"So good," Mark murmured, leaning down to kiss you. You turned your head away, but when he growled in warning, you relented, letting him suck on your lower lip before his tongue entered your mouth. You didn't put up a fight, just closing your eyes and letting him kiss you, too scared to do anything else.

Mark moaned as he slid his tongue against yours, feeling a rush of pleasure go through him as his cock throbbed inside of you. Your taste was intoxicating. He wished he could stay in this moment forever, but he knew he couldn't. There were so many other things he wanted to do to you – so many more firsts he wanted to take. And now that you'd mostly adjusted to him, Mark couldn't wait any longer.

He pulled away from the kiss with a groan, staring down at you. Your eyes were still closed, so you didn't see his carnal expression; however, you could feel it in the way he tensed above you, grabbing your hips as he slowed down, stilling his movements. Then he pulled out of you entirely, his cockhead slipping out of you with a lewd pop. You gasped at the sudden emptiness, opening your eyes in time to see Mark shifting his position.

"Wha–?" Your voice cut off when he grabbed your legs, straightening and lifting them until your ankles rested against his shoulders. You instinctively tried to kick him away, but he just grabbed your calves and held you still, pressing the tip of his cock back against your opening. He didn't push in right away, leaning forward until your knees bent against your chest, keeping your entire body pinned against the bed. You'd never felt so helpless, and your heart thudded wildly in your chest as you begged him to stop, your voice shrill with panic. "No! Please! Don't!"

Mark leaned forward and kissed your lips again, cutting you off. You whimpered against his mouth, your body going limp. He deepened the kiss for a moment before pulling back, breathing heavily. "You're ready for this, I promise. It’ll only hurt for a bit."

Your eyes widened in fear, knowing that if just the tip of his cock had felt so huge, you’d never be able to take the entire thing. You frantically shook your head, trying to wriggle away from him, but you could barely even move your pelvis with your legs folded up like this – you were completely at his mercy.

"No, no, please!" You cried out when you felt him prodding against your entrance again, watching with horror as he pushed the tip of his cock partially inside again, stretching you once more. But then one of Mark's hands came up to grab your cheek, forcing you to look up at him instead. You met his eyes, which were burning with lust as he leaned forward, putting even more pressure on your lower half. 

"Don't look away from me," he said, his voice low and husky as he gave your cheek a firm squeeze. "I want to see your face when I take your virginity."

That was the only warning you got before he pressed forward, sinking deep into your cunt in one smooth thrust, completely bottoming out.

You felt something give way inside you, and a sharp pain shot through your core as your vision whited out, a choked scream caught in your throat. You could hear Mark groaning loudly as he watched you, staying perfectly still as he relished the sensation of finally being fully sheathed inside your virgin cunt. Your mouth hung open, but no sound came out as your body attempted to adjust to the sudden intrusion, the pain making you light-headed. You could feel every inch of him, far deeper than you ever thought possible, stretching your insides to their limits.

Mark held himself still for what felt like forever, his cock throbbing as it rested inside you, but eventually, he pulled back, letting out a soft moan. Your body instinctively tightened around him, but it didn't hinder his movements – he just sank back inside, your walls squeezing him tightly. Then he did it again, and again, setting a slow pace as he gently fucked you with his full length, a bit of blood making the glide easier.

"Nngh!" Your vision returned when Mark started thrusting, and you immediately wished it hadn't. He was still hovering above you, panting heavily, his eyes locked on yours as he kept a firm grip on your cheeks, making sure you didn't look away. Your tears finally fell, rolling down your face as you let out a soft whimper, your body tense as you tried to endure the burning, stinging pain – even though you'd been as prepared as you could've possibly been, it was still your first time, and you weren’t ready for this kind of abuse.

Mark's gaze was intense as he kept staring at you, watching your reactions. Your face was scrunched up in pain, and he couldn't help but think that you looked beautiful like this, so helpless and vulnerable underneath him. He wanted to ruin you, make you completely and utterly his, whether you wanted it or not. 

He leaned down and kissed you again, but he couldn't focus on the kiss, too distracted by how tight and wet you were, practically milking his cock. He let out a low groan when he felt your pussy flutter around him, and he moved his hips faster, fucking you harder as his lips sloppily devoured yours. You were still crying, your chest heaving with each breath, and he took advantage of your open mouth to deepen the kiss, shoving his tongue in. Yes, he was going to claim every part of you.

The pain was gradually ebbing away as you got used to his size, but it was still uncomfortable, especially when he started going faster and faster, pounding into you with his full length. When he pulled his lips away from yours and let go of your chin, you laid your head back against the soft mattress, staring blankly up at the ceiling, your vision blurry. You could feel your entire body being shifted on the bed with each thrust, the sheets twisting underneath you, and the sound of Mark's heavy breathing filled the room. However, they were almost completely drowned out by the obscene sounds of his cock moving inside you, squelching each time he sunk all the way into you.

Mark watched as you went slack, a dazed expression overtaking your features. His hands moved to your legs, taking your ankles off his shoulders as he repositioned himself, spreading your legs wide open as he hovered above you, his hips still moving. He leaned forward until his face was right above yours, not allowing you to look away even as your eyes glazed over in shock.

"It's starting to feel good, isn't it?" He asked, his voice a low growl. You didn't respond, trying to ignore him as he continued to thrust himself into you, bottoming out each time. He was right – the friction was starting to feel good, the pain slowly becoming overshadowed by unwanted pleasure. But you didn't want to admit that. You didn't want this to feel good; it wasn't fair.

Mark grunted when he felt your cunt squeeze around him, his voice strained as he murmured, "You're so wet. Who knew you were such a slut?"

You winced at his words, closing your eyes as more tears fell, ashamed by your body's reactions. Mark just chuckled, slowing down his pace as he changed the angle of his hips, searching for that sweet spot inside you. He knew he'd found it when you suddenly arched your back, a sharp cry escaping your lips. Grinning, he made sure to keep hitting that same spot over and over again, the tip of his cock sliding against it relentlessly.

"Ah! No!" Your voice was high-pitched and breathless as you writhed underneath him, trying to escape the pleasure. But his large, muscular frame caged you in, his thrusts getting faster again as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. You gasped when you felt his lips against your neck, followed by his teeth as he bit down, leaving a dark bruise. You grabbed onto his arms, unable to think clearly as he pounded into you, fucking you deep into the mattress, filling you completely with his cock.

"You're mine," he growled, pressing his face into your hair. "All mine. No one else can ever have you – do you understand me?"

"Mmm...!" You tried to keep your voice down, but Mark kept hitting that sweet spot inside you, making your pussy clench as you let out a whine. He was relentless in his movements, his hips snapping against you as he held you tightly against him, moving his lips to your ear to whisper into it.

"I'm gonna use you whenever I want, however I want," he said, his voice low and husky as he fucked into you. "I'll come to your room again and fuck you on this bed. I'll bend you over the washing machine. I'll use you on my desk. You're my whore now, got it?"

You could barely process his words, unable to tell if he actually meant them, or if he was just saying it to get off. Either way, you still had the entire three-month-long summer vacation ahead of you, and the thought of spending it in the same house as this man terrified you. You couldn't stay here – you had to get away, somehow.

But then Mark was moving again, and your thoughts were cut off as you felt him grab your shoulders, flipping you onto your stomach. You let out a yelp in surprise, instinctively scrambling forward on the bed. But you only made it a few inches before Mark's large, strong hands grabbed your hips, yanking you backwards until your ass was pressed against him, his cock resting between your cheeks.

"Wait–!" Your voice cut off with a gasp when Mark grabbed your arms, holding them firmly against your side as he pulled you up into a kneeling position, your torso forcibly raised from the bed. His thighs parted your legs, keeping them spread wide as he blindly bucked his hips behind you, trying to find your entrance again. You squirmed, crying out in protest as you felt his length sliding back and forth across your slick folds, scared beyond belief, not wanting to feel him inside you again. But it was no use. When the tip of his cock eventually pressed more firmly against your labia, he just tightened his grip on you, easily sinking his entire cock back into your pussy.

"Ah!" You threw your head back as he immediately set a fast pace, his hands keeping you still as he pounded into you from behind. In this position, he was able to sink even deeper inside your cunt, reaching new, previously untouched places that you didn't even know existed. No matter how many times you tried to twist away from him, he just kept pulling you back onto his thick cock, stretching you even wider. "Please!"

Mark ignored you, grunting as he fucked you harder than before, the force of his movements eventually causing you to fall forward onto the mattress. Your face was buried in the sheets, your arms were trapped at your sides, and your ass was in the air, your flesh rippling with each thrust of Mark’s hips. Your cries were muffled, but they were still loud enough for him to hear, making him groan as he kept up his punishing pace.

You lost track of time, unable to process anything except the man behind you. He was so big, and each thrust had you gasping, his cock nearly reaching your cervix. His hands eventually let go of your arms as he shifted his body forward, and you immediately brought your hands underneath you, starting to push yourself up, your fear-addled mind still making you try to get away. However, before you could get even halfway off the sheets, Mark's left hand grabbed your shoulder and pushed you back down, pinning your torso against the bed once more. You squirmed, but the angle was all wrong, and you only succeeded in moving your hips against his, making him sink deeper into you.

"Nngh!" You cried out as his right hand suddenly snaked underneath your stomach, finding your clit. He circled it with his middle finger as he continued to pound into you, his movements becoming erratic. You knew he was close – you were close, too. You didn't want to cum again, but you also couldn't fight back the pleasure that was quickly building inside you, your entire body shaking with the effort to hold back.

Mark leaned forward until his chest was pressed flush against your back, pushing you both flat against the bed, all of his body weight on top of you. You were completely trapped, unable to even move your hands from underneath your chest as he kept circling your clit with two fingers now, driving you to the edge. His lips were against your ear, and he was panting heavily, murmuring filthy things as he kept up his movements, crazed with lust.

"I'm gonna cum inside you," he growled, biting your earlobe. You whimpered, shaking your head, but he just kept going. "You're gonna be dripping with my seed… gonna fuck you full of it… until I impregnate you…"

"No…!" You hadn't even had the ability to consider the risk of pregnancy until he'd said those words out loud, and the thought terrified you more than anything else tonight. You tried even harder to get away, but he just laughed, his tongue licking the shell of your ear as he continued to buck his hips into you, fingers rubbing your clit.

"Yes," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "I'm gonna breed you and fill you up over and over again. You can't stop me, so just give in and enjoy it."

His words made you involuntarily clench around him, and you shuddered, ashamed that you were getting off on his degradation. You heard him moan, and then he started to move even faster, fucking you so hard that the bed squeaked with each thrust. You were close, so close. You tried to hold back, but his hand was relentless, and his cock kept hitting that same spot inside you that made your eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Don't–!" Your voice cut off with a gasp when he bit down on your neck, your eyes wide as you stared at the headboard in front of you. You could feel the pressure building deep in your core, and when he changed the angle of his fingers against your clit, rubbing even faster, you couldn't hold back any longer. "No, no, no...!"

You came hard, your pussy convulsing around him as a broken wail was torn from your lips. He didn't let up on his movements, making you ride out your orgasm as he kept pounding into you, seeking his own release. His pace was faltering as he got closer, and he groaned into your ear, biting your neck again as he started to lose control of himself.

"Fuck!" Mark thrust one last time before he buried himself into you as deep as possible, throwing his head back as he came. You were still in the throes of your own orgasm when you felt his cock start pulsing, hot spurts of cum filling you up. Your walls continued to flutter around him as you slowly came down from your high, completely spent, unable to think as he thrusted in and out weakly, milking himself inside you.

Eventually, he stilled. Mark laid on top of you, unmoving, keeping you pinned on the bed as he recovered from his orgasm. You could hear his ragged breathing in your ear, could feel his cock still buried deep inside you, occasionally twitching with another obscene spurt of cum. You just stayed there in a prone position, numb, feeling his hot skin against your body, his sweat dripping down your sides. 

It was over. Somehow, it was finally over.

Neither of you moved for a long time, until eventually, Mark began to stir, lifting himself up. You gasped when he moved his right hand to your neck, pulling your head back so he could kiss you, his tongue sliding against your parted lips. Then he pulled away, nipping at your lower lip before he spoke, his face still right in front of yours.

"I'm going to keep you all summer," he murmured, his voice husky as he pressed his hips against your ass again, shallowly thrusting back and forth. You let out a soft whine when you felt him twitch inside you again, still not fully soft. "You're mine. Don't ever forget it."

He kissed you again, and you closed your eyes, letting him devour you one last time. You were physically and mentally exhausted – barely able to even breathe – and when he let go of your neck, you collapsed against the bed, your face pressed against the sheets. You didn’t bother trying to get away anymore; your spirit was completely broken. He chuckled as he pulled his cock out of you, your combined fluids leaking out of your pussy and dripping down your thighs.

"I'll be back soon," he whispered into your ear, giving your ass a light slap before getting up off the bed. You didn't respond. 

Mark gathered his clothes, humming softly to himself. The rustling of fabric sounded as he got dressed, and then your chair was scraping against the floor as he pushed it back against your desk, out of the way. His footsteps got quieter as he approached your door, and he paused when he opened it, looking back at you one last time.

"Welcome home, sweetheart," he said, letting out a soft laugh as he exited your room, shutting the door behind him.