Keith, the abusive perverted landlord who has been using and abusing her for years, stands up and drags her off the couch and lifts her up. He sits on the couch, yanking her with him. “Come sit on daddy’s lap.” He smiles as she sits on his lap, her tight denim butt on his right leg and her legs draped over his left leg. His right hand holds her up by her back and his left rubs and holds her right thigh. Her arms wrap around his neck as she collapses into his sweaty, hairy chest. “You just want daddy’s love, hmm?” He smirks down at her. She nods submissively, her submissive puppy dog eyes gazing up at him lovingly. Like she’s in a trance. He almost holds her in a cradling position. “You want daddy to be inside you, hmm?” He asks softly into her eyes. She nods slowly, moaning a little as she pouts up at him. “How about daddy gets you pregnant this time?” A devilish smirk dons his gruff face. She gulps, her heart sinking. She doesn’t want to get pregnant but she just can’t say no to him. “Remember when daddy told you to get off the pill? Well did you do that for daddy?” She nods again. “Good.” He holds her tighter, his hand rubbing her back and his other hand rising up the back of her thigh to her tight butt. “You’re daddy’s forever, aren’t you? Hmm?” He whispers as he kisses her on the forehead lovingly. She nods again, mentally preparing herself for the possibility of getting pregnant by him. “You’re gonna make a good mother.” He smiles down at her. “You’ll be moving in with me soon and you’ll be my toy all the time.” He smirks before kissing her head again. “Get up and strip for daddy.”
Emmy straddles his crotch, gyrating her hips against his stiff cock with her little hands on his chest, moaning softly, her leather boots to each of his sides as her knees bend. She gets up and takes her clothes off piece-by-piece as he watches intently. Once done, she straddles him again, nude this time. She slowly positions herself on his cock, feeling his throbbing cock fill her tight teenage pussy. She moans slowly, softly, exhaling in pleasure as she feels it fill her. His hands go up to massage her tits as she begins to move her hips methodically on his cock, faster and faster as they gyrate back and forth. “Oh daddy.” She moans as she feels his cock move inside her. Her back arches as he moves his hand to each tight, little butt cheek. He helps her move back and forth on his cock. Eventually she works herself into a bouncing rhythm, gleefully bouncing on his cock like a little girl bouncing on her daddy’s knee. “Mmm… I love feeling you inside me, daddy.” She moans softly.
“Come here, baby.” Keith puts his arms around her and begins to hold her against his chest, kissing her head as she continues to gyrate her hips against him, his cock stretching her tight pussy. Keith groans as he stands up while still inside her. Her arms wrap around his neck and her legs wrap around his torso as each of his hands grab each back of her thigh. He holds her up and bounces her on his throbbing cock as she moans helplessly into his chest. After a moment of doing this, he lays her on her back on the couch while still inside her. He goes down with her, now mounting on top of her and humping. He pounds inside of her as he pants and groans above her, both of their bodies grinding against each other. Her little arms reach around his back and grip as she moans louder and her pussy begins to orgasm. “You’re going to do your best to worship daddy, hmm?” He asks while breathing heavily into her ear. She confirms by moaning. “Your real dad abandoned you and I’m your dad now, hmm?” She moans further, her eyes rolling back as he continues to hump into her. “You gonna have daddy’s baby inside you, hmm?” He pants and grunts, she moans more. “You forever daddy’s obedient fuck pig, hmm?” He asks sadistically into her ear as he grabs each of her wrists and holds them above her head, flat on the couch. She suffocates under his large body. He humps more, faster. She moans louder, working into a scream. “Fuckin’ fucked up whore so desperate for daddy’s love and attention, ha ha.” He chuckles arrogantly under his breath as he pants. She continues to scream. “Shut up, you stupid slut.” He groans as he begins to choke her. “Wouldn’t want your cuck daddy hear you scream.” He chuckles slightly while continuing to pound her. He feels his nuts about to bust as he grips her throat with both hands now and lifts himself above her. She struggles to breath, her eyes rolling back as she tries desperately to pry his hands off. He strangles her, slamming her head up-and-down into the couch as he wrings her neck. He stares at her, a slight smile donning his face as he’s totally in a trance. “Ahh… Ahh!” He groans as he chokes her, his cock slamming inside her harder and faster. Just as she’s about to cum, her eyes roll back and she starts to fade. Her pussy throbs as her air is close to being completely cut-off. “Arrrrgh!” Keith groans loudly above her as he begins to cum. He pumps inside her hard and slowly pumps back out. Back in, back out. He shoots a huge load inside her tight, teen pussy. “Ahh… Ahh…” He groans with every thrust, the grip on her throat loosening. She’s brought back from almost fainting or dying, feeling him slowly pump inside her and her pussy throb. She wheezes hard, gasping for air, coughing as he smirks above her, still slowly pumping into her. “Daddy’s little girl.” He smirks. He pulls out, collapsing beside her.
“I love you daddy, I love you daddy.” She repeats softly over and over while immediately kissing his chest, still catching her breath as her neck aches in pain. She plants soft kisses all the way down to his cock and balls. She kisses them all over.
“Go get a shower and put yourself back together and then join me in bed.” He says. Emmy does as she’s told, gets her purse, and gets in the shower. She stands there, having a moment to herself. A single tear runs down her face. She tries her best to keep herself from sobbing but she can’t. She breaks down, wanting to scream but she doesn’t. “I can’t do this anymore.” Emmy repeats in her mind. She really thinks hard about the hold Keith has on her and how he’s changed her life. She thinks about how fucked up she is. “What’s wrong with me?” She whispers to herself. These intense feelings of regret and confusion aren’t new to her, yet she continues coming back to him. She scrubs herself clean, wanting his stench off her. She gets upset, angry. Eventually she calms down and finishes getting herself together. She does up her hair, drying it and spraying it. She reapplies her makeup and puts on perfume. She puts on her tight clothes and boots and heads out when she’s perfect enough for him.
Emmy slowly walks to Keith’s room, wanting to leave but too afraid to disobey him. “Come cuddle with daddy, my slutty punk princess.” He smirks from the bed. Hesitantly, she complies and joins him in bed. He positions her into a spooning position and wraps his arms around her, holding her close and tight. “Mmm you smell so good, baby doll.” He sniffs her hair. She couldn’t be more disgusted and uncomfortable. “Better get used to this.” His hand goes down to rub her flat stomach. “You’re gonna have my baby.” He smiles devilishly as he raises his head above her as they lay side-by-side. “Mmm… If we have a girl I can do to her what I did to you.” He whispers into her ear. “Especially when you get old and useless like your mother, ha ha.” He chuckles slightly while rubbing her all over. “You look so hot. If we have a son he’ll grow up with a young, hot mom. And he’ll see me treat you like dirt and abuse you every day.” He smirks into her ear, kissing her neck as his hands grab a hold of her perky, firm tits. “Best thing that ever happened to you was coming to beg at my apartment all those years ago.” He says while continuing to feel her all over. She’s beyond repulsed by his touch and his words but she tries to do her best not to upset him. She almost wants to tell him that she lied when she said she was off the pill, but knows he might kill her if she does.
Eventually he falls asleep while holding her, but she’s still wide awaken. Emmy lies there completely numb and dead inside. She slowly wiggles out of his grasp without waking him and quietly begins to make her way out of the room and out of his apartment. She’s feet away from leaving his room when she hears him grunt. She turns around, scared and in a panic, but it’s just him tossing in his sleep. “This is the last time.” Emmy says to herself in her mind. “I mean it this time.” She quietly exits his apartment. Looking down the hall she realizes that she doesn’t want to go home. Then she looks back to Keith’s door and feels an impulse to go back to him but she stops herself. She’s stuck in the hall, not wanting to go to either. She stands there, leaning against the wall for a moment and thinks about everything that has happened. “I’m not going to cry anymore.” Emmy tells herself, feeling the familiar knot in her throat, which is still in a lot of pain from Keith’s excessive choking. She’s sick of pretending like everything is okay when it isn’t. Tired of being the bubbly emo princess that just wants to please guys, because throughout everything Emmy remains a sweet girl that loves to take care of boys, instead of putting herself first. She somehow gathers the courage to make a promise to herself that she’s never going back to him, despite her lack of self-esteem, daddy issues, and the way she associates love with abuse. “I’m just a useless slut like he says.” She thinks to herself as she begins to doubt her willingness to escape his clutches. “In the past day I had four loads of cum from three guys, and almost a fifth from a guy I just met. And I flirted with Mr. Butler and Mr. Howard…” She ponders, reflecting back on just the past day. There’s been others that she’s allowed to use her. She’s overcome with emotion and begins to sob, breaking down again.
Emmy leaves the hall and leaves the building. She walks fast, but she doesn’t know where to. It’s late at night now and she walks down the street, not knowing what to do but wanting to change badly. She stops, looking down each direction of the street with worrisome eyes with her arms folded, her purse hanging off her shoulder, her high heel boots still and close together. Her little butt perks out as her hair waves a little in the wind. Emmy takes out her phone and begins to call someone. “Hi, it’s Emmy. I need your help, uncle Chris.” She says in her shaken-up voice.
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