Subjugating Zoe

[mylaceratedheart]

Closed now for Jack_Slade

I'm kind of ripping this idea off from a thread I've really enjoyed reading recently. I am submissive and want to explore the psychology of both D/s and domestic violence. This SRP will most emphatically not be for everybody. I appreciate this is a very long winded first post but I really want to get into this and explore it. I need an intelligent, inventive writer with strong dominant tendencies and no qualms about non-consent, domestic abuse and the darker, nastier sides of humiliation, degradation, BDSM and slavery. I have written detailed profiles because the way I want the story to progress from here requires that the characters be three dimensional and credible. Things are going to escalate between our unhappy couple. I will confess that this SRP will be quasi-therapeutic for me but I'm very certain about wanting to do this and I don't want any potential co-writer to start panicking about my mental/emotional health or anything. I take full responsibility for wanting to explore this here.

The setting is contemporary London, UK.

Daniel Forrester

Age: Late 20s/early 30s

Appearance: Completely negotiable. I would like him to be reasonably tall and physically imposing but there's no need for him to be conventionally attractive so long as he's compelling.

Bio: Dan was raised in a sink estate (run down government housing area where problem families are dumped) by his parents and alongside his younger brothers, Rich and Tim. Their father was a violent alcoholic who barely held down his warehouse job and their mother was also a heavy drinker, embittered by her husband's lack of motivation and serial womanising. The boys ran wild on the streets and became a mini crime-wave when they left school, getting into drugs, fights and larger scale crime. That was until Dan, the ringleader, got tired of living hand to mouth, joint to pill to line and girl to girl. He fell for Zoe, a local barmaid and decided to go straight. He knew his luck was running out with the local constabulary and it was a case of either start behaving or leave the area completely. Dan spent a month or two extricating himself from all his current dodgy dealings and managed to walk from his former life without royally pissing anyone off.

He romanced Zoe and despite precautions, she fell pregnant just before their first anniversary. They moved from their respective parents' houses into their own council flat a few miles away. Sadly, Zoe miscarried the child at 3 months. Dan is now stuck in a shitty job driving a delivery van and he's a laughing stock among his former friends as he struggles to make ends meet while supporting a partner who works in a pub. He has less money by far than he used to when he was living with his parents and dealing in drugs, stolen goods and even the occasional car and he does not like this one bit. His younger brothers are now more affluent than him and are recruiting their own acolytes and gang members now he's forced them to stop playing 'follow the leader.' Dan has started drinking more heavily, partly through depression and partly to keep an eye on Zoe, who he is mistrustful, yet protective of. He is on the verge of something, another pivotal change in his life, he just doesn't know what yet. A large part of him blames Zoe for trapping him in what is now a lacklustre relationship with little hope for a family.

Dan feels great anger and resentment towards Zoe, he revels in it. Every nod and smile she dishes out from behind the bar just aggravates him even further. Sometimes he wants to wrap his hands around her throat just to shut her up. He fantasises about hurting her, hitting her with his belt, biting into her flesh until she screams. He imagines fucking her, holding her down while she kicks and cries, forcing himself into all her holes and claiming every square inch of her in no uncertain terms. He has even found his fist clenched to strike her during their frequent arguments and he has had to force himself to uncurl his fingers.

Zoe Matthews

Age: 20

Appearance: Petite at just 5ft tall.
http://www.askdrmanny.com/images/main/thumbnails/girl+sad_000002907544.jpg

Zoe was just 19 when she caught Dan's eye and these days she often wishes she hadn't. Working at The Joiner's Arms is no fun at all these days and even when she was impeccably behaved, Dan would often accuse her of flirting. She hated the way he thought she would leap into bed with anyone who so much as smiled at her.

Zoe had grown up with her parents and a brother. From an early age she was called a 'daddy's girl' because of the way her father doted on her. Behind the idyllic public facade lurked a darker truth however. Zoe's father had first touched her between the legs when she was 8 years old, saying that he had to check on her development in case she needed to see the doctor. By the time she was 9 he was making her perform oral sex on him and by the time she was 12 he had taken her virginity. By this point Zoe was living in constant fear. She knew what he was doing to her was despicable but her father constantly threatened her. If she told her mother, brother or anyone else, he would kill them. If she brought shame on him and their family, he would kill her. At 14 her periods started and the abuse had stopped for a short while. Within a month however, her father had invested in a box of condoms and lubricant so he could use her ass when her pussy was unavailable to him. He also procured and had her start taking contraceptive tablets.

Zoe had never had a boyfriend before and she had been considered frigid for years. When she was 16 she had arranged a date with a boy but her father had checked her phone messages and he beat the lad up, warning him off of Zoe in no uncertain terms. She had not dared to see anyone since. When she started working in the pub her father had objected at first but Zoe's mother had intervened and she had enjoyed the hours spent out of the house and having her own money for a change. Zoe had no been prepared for the inevitable male attention however and Dan had obviously picked up on this because he had been polite and gentle. His reputation had been appalling but his obvious repentance and his desire to have a proper relationship with her were very seductive. Even his mates became convinced he was serious about her. Dan was not the sort of guy to be intimidated by Zoe's dad. He carried heavy packages around as a delivery driver and he was very fit physically. Dan made her feel secure and sexually he had made few demands on her. Zoe was not adventurous sexually and Dan had become enamoured with slow, passionate sex - something that had been missing from all his casual liaisons. Now, she knew he was bored but was too scarred sexually to try and talk to him about it.

She had been thrilled when she found out she was pregnant and relieved that Dan had taken the sudden news so well. Moving out of her father's place had been so wonderful and although he had been irritable and distant since she announced her pregnancy, he had kept his hands off of her since. Dan had no knowledge of her past until Zoe lost the baby. That was when she broke down and confessed her fears that the child could possibly have been her own father's. After his initial disgust at what that meant, he had tried to be supportive but Zoe knew there just wasn't enough between them to bridge the yawning chasm that her revelation had opened. She didn't know how to bridge it and Dan had suddenly started acting as though there were no problems or issues between them. Once, after sex, he asked her out of the blue if her father ever made her cum and Zoe had been forced to confess that he had.

He was losing respect for her and resenting the burden of knowledge she had placed on him. More than once he had asked her why she had told him. That had been particularly hurtful, to know that the one person in the world she had confided in didn't want that knowledge and could never look at her in the same way again. Dan was getting more controlling, always asking her where she had been and who she had spent her time with. Zoe was becoming accustomed for accounting for her day and even made a point of doing so to reassure him. It just seemed to be making him worse though, and now he spent his evenings propping up the end of the bar and watching her like she was some kind of psychotic nympho. Dan still hadn't worked out that the last thing Zoe was likely to go off and do was fuck somebody else. It was insulting and Zoe's patience with his constant mistrust was wearing thin.

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The basic plot

Dan is going to become ever more controlling of Zoe and this will escalate into casual violence and violent sex. He will start to objectify her and to ask himself why he guards such a broken and defiled woman so jealously. His friends will continue to taunt him for falling into the trap of supporting a woman when she hasn't even borne him a child. He will also have the secret fear that the baby was actually Zoe's father's and that he himself is firing blanks. The knowledge that Zoe's father continued to force her into sex with him during the early part of their relationship, while she acted as though nothing was going on, will eat away at him until he can hardly look at her. Guilt will prevent him from dumping her but not from mistreating her. His own character flaws and insecurities will be a strong influencing factor in how things progress. How much Zoe is aware of that will be up to you.

Dan's violence and anger will quickly subjugate Zoe into terrified compliance. He will humiliate her into performing for him the more lewd acts she was forced to perform for her father. He will start forcing her into bondage, anal sex, deepthroating, facials and this will escalate into BDSM, sexual torture, asphyxiation and other, edgier acts. If she's played the whore for her own daddy, she can damn well do it for him. Dan is mentally competing with Zoe's dad and that will cause him to be largely oblivious to what his demands are doing to her. In his mind, she should not equate the two and she should be willing to do these things because it's him and not her old man who's asking.

Once he starts hitting and abusing her, Dan will insist she quits her job at the pub before someone notices her bruises. His first moments of rage and savage lust will be unchecked in any way and he will not have the pragmatic mind of an abuser. He will lash out, hitting her where people will notice and he will then have to keep threatening her, hurting her and scaring her so Zoe covers for him and doesn't tell anyone what he's done. Cold, calculated abuse will come later, once his confidence has grown, the point of no return has been crossed and once Zoe fears him so much that there's almost nothing he can't force her to do. Money will get tight and as Zoe is kept a prisoner in her own home and reduced to little better than a slave, the last shreds of humanity and pity for her will disappear and Dan will set up a website and start hiring her out for money. The spare room that was supposed to be for their baby will become the room she is kept in for hours at a time while clients use her for pretty much whatever they wish. To prevent Zoe from trying to get a client to rescue her, he'll drug her with enough tranquillizers to keep her pliant and apathetic. He'll put the word out that the grief of her miscarriage has made her agoraphobic and stand over her as she makes occasional calls to her family to allay their fears. Dan's utter disregard for Zoe and active contempt of her will reach its peak at this point. The more she is forced to do, the further she is objectified by him. For a while he will even cease to use her name, preferring derogatory words like slut, cunt, whore, bitch and the like. Even in his thoughts she will become 'the worthless little bitch' or 'the filthy whore.' Her name will not enter his head for quite a while and her working name will be pornstar-esque anyway, so he won't have to refer to her as Zoe to clients.

Once Dan has her reduced to this pitiful state, Zoe will actually start to become valuable to him again. The money he makes from whoring her out will boost his lifestyle dramatically and he will quickly realise that no other woman on earth would put up with the way he treats her. Also, if she ever escaped their little flat and made it to a police station, he'd go away for a very long time. Dan takes other women, taking them on lavish dates with the money he's made from pimping Zoe, fucking them in view of her, showering them with the affection he rarely offers Zoe or even forcing her into bisexuality with them. He's living his own deviant, perverted dream and to maintain that, he will start rewarding her for good behaviour and being affectionate enough towards Zoe to manipulate her and prevent her from completely losing hope.

This is where things will again evolve between them. As Dan starts treating Zoe a little better and allowing himself to be close to her once more it will finally hit him just what he has put her through. He will feel abject remorse for using her horrific childhood as an excuse to treat her like an animal and Zoe's pathetic gratitude for the crumbs of affection and approbation he offers her will hammer home to Dan just what an appalling state she has been reduced to at his hands. Dan will start to spend more time with her and to remember why he fell for her in the first place and what she meant to him then. Piece by piece, Dan will start to put her shattered heart back together again. He will see how terrified she has truly become of him and how little she trusts him now and Dan will work hard to put that right. Eventually, he will be able to apologise, to dissemble and admit that he has been evil to her. They will finally talk frankly about Zoe's past and Dan's personal issues and a tentative bond of trust and love will be formed. Zoe will be too broken to his will to assert herself again and Dan will find that he does still love her and that her devotion to him, though bought at a terrible price, is something he can never hope to receive from any other woman. Their relationship will become one of consensual M/s as Dan learns how to Master himself and his temper and draw willing submission from Zoe rather than terrified compliance. Once love and trust are re-established, he will start to allow her more freedoms and rehabilitate her into being able to function normally outside the flat.

And so they'll live happily ever after... eventually.

 

[Jack_Slade]

Daniel Forrester

Daniel Forrester

Age: 26

Brown shaggy long hair, 6 Ft. tall, 175 lbs. Muscular build. blue eyes.
Generally wears dark tee-shirts, blue jeans, boxer shorts, and sneakers or boots.

http://www.richardphibbs.com/portfolio/portraits/images/newimages1104/Image_24.jpg

 

[mylaceratedheart]

It was a busy Saturday night in The Joiner's Arms. The two pool tables were occupied, with more people waiting to play and some lads were murdering 'My Way' on the karaoke machine by insisting on doing it their way. It was 11pm and the pub was open until midnight. Zoe was working hard, pouring drinks while adding up the round and then entering the total into the pub's ancient till. Another girl, her friend Louise, was working beside her and there were a number of people waiting to be served, jostling and waving their money.

Alone amongst the revellers was Daniel. Although he was with his brothers and some friends, what he was actually doing was sitting on a stool at the end of the bar and watching her. Zoe was a pretty girl and on a Saturday night she could get any number of compliments from guys and where she used to smile and brush them off gently, now she was turning into a ice cold bitch queen because Dan didn't like it when she smiled too much.

"Oi darlin!" Yelled a drunken bloke who was bored of waiting his turn. "I've lost my phone number, can I have yours?"

Zoe could feel Dan bristling as though she had ESP. She smiled and answered loudly enough for Dan to hear.

"0208 889 9900."

"That's not your number!"

"No mate, Rickshaws Taxis. They'll get you home before I have to bar you."

It would all have been harmless and good natured were it not for the low level panic she felt the whole time Dan was in the pub. She was trying her best, wearing t shirts that were loose and showed nothing off, keeping her makeup to a minimum and tying her hair up into a ponytail. Louise by contrast was wearing a low cut halter, plenty of war paint and she revelled in all the attention. Zoe felt dowdy and frumpy beside her but it was really the least of her woes.

Since the miscarriage, a word that neither of them ever used, Dan had been distant, going through the motions and refusing to communicate. After spending 3 months absolutely terrified that the baby might be her father's, Zoe had finally broken down and confessed the horror of her childhood. She had been doped up on painkillers at the time, tearful and grief-stricken. Now she wished so much that she had never said a word. Dan had been so utterly appalled. He had wanted to go and beat her father, John, to a pulp but Zoe had not been able to bear him leaving. Even worse than the way Zoe had been abused was the revelation that it had continued right up until she had moved in with Dan. She felt terrible about it but she had been so close to escaping her father after all these years that in the scheme of things, it hadn't seemed that important. Looking at Dan's wounded features however, Zoe realised that in fact it made all the difference in the world.

 

[Jack_Slade]

Dan sat at the end of the bar, with his mates around him, but he wasn't paying them much attention anymore, frankly he was sick and tired of their childish attitudes, and he wished they'd just leave him alone. He had more important things to worry about, and she was behind the bar, working.

Ever since Zoe had lost the baby, their relationship had begun to slide downhill. Dan knew it was all her fault too, ever since she told him what happened, he couldn't look at her in the same light as before. Fathers were supposed to protect their children, not fuck them.

His own Father was a Son of a Bitch, and Dan had been beaten by him more times than he cared to remember, but then again he and his brothers had deserved it. That was of course in between him cheating on Mum. He'd hurt her in many ways, both physical and mental, but Mum never left, and Dan couldn't understand why. Then one day he'd come home from his summer job, as it had been raining, and he found his Mum in bed with the Postman.

Dan was sure of it now, thinking back to the look on his Mothers face when he caught her with that man, All women were sluts and whores. Even Zoe.

Especially Zoe. He own Father had fucked her for years, and she'd even admited to him one night that she enjoyed it and even came from his insestious sex with her. Zoe was the worst kind of slut, she didn't even know she was one, but Dan did.

Even now as he sat there and watched her from his stool, Dan knew that if he had not kept after Zoe, she'd dress just like that slut she was working with tonight. Even the way she looked now, blokes were still hitting on her, and he sighed.

He picked up his glass and drained it, and he pounded the bar twice with the bottom of the glass, knowing that Zoe would hear it, and come with another for him. She looked over at him, and held up her finger, and went back to pouring drinks while talking to the patrons. It took her five minutes to bring him his beer, and Dan was fuming mad.

He grabbed Zoe's arm when she set his beer down, "You're Boss pays you to pour drinks, not to be the fucking entertainment here Zoe. You can't do a bloody thing right, now can you?" He said, as he pushed her arm away. "Chatting it up with the boy's isn't putting any money in my pockets either, you slut."

 

[mylaceratedheart]

She tried not to rise to his harsh words. Daniel when sober was enough of an unknown quantity these days but after a few beers he was dangerously unpredictable. His eyes flashed as he grabbed her hand, pressing his thumb into the delicate flesh of her wrist, hurting her and enjoying it. Zoe had thought she had paid for her new life with Dan, paid the bitter price of 12 years of abuse at the hands of her father. They had been so happy when they moved into their new place, such a short time ago. She had never been looked at with the level of cold contempt that was in Dan's eyes these days. Despite his behaviour, she still loved him. Zoe wished with all her heart that she could make things right between them but she had no clue how. At least he hadn't spoken of her shameful past to anyone else, as far as she knew anyway.

It irked her that he expected preferential treatment at the bar, that she should drop everything and come running. Her friends were all telling her to get rid of him, appalled at the way he was treating her after the miscarriage she had been through. Move back home and get rid of him, they said.

Yeah, right.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Zoe was throwing her lot in with Dan and hoping that in time he would see she had had no choice where her father was concerned. John had been so manipulative, malevolent and sadistic, there was no way to articulate to Dan the hold that man had had over her from such a young age. She had normalised the abuse to such a degree that it was easy to pretend nothing was going on. She had thought she was shielding Dan but in reality she had created a ticking relationship timebomb and losing the baby had detonated it with devastating consequences.

She kept her voice level, aware that people were starting to stare at them. It was obvious Dan was holding her too tightly and his expression was menacing. The fear was evident in her wide green eyes and she tried to gently pull her hand away as she spoke but Dan was having none of it.

"You know I can't help what guys say and I always tell them to get lost. This is a bar Dan, not a convent. People are waiting, please let me go... come on, it's not fair on Louise."

Zoe tried to mentally add up how many pints he'd had but she'd lost track. Dan drank strong, imported lager and while he could hold his drink, her shift had been from 3pm and it would be 1am before everything was closed up, cleaned down and re-stocked. Dan had come straight from work and Zoe had been coerced into ordering him free food again. She was going to lose her job the way he was going.

He finally noticed they were causing a scene and he let her go, shoving her hand away and snatching up his beer. Everything about his demeanour said 'we are not done yet.' Zoe saw how tight his grip was on his beer, how tense his muscles were. She hated it when he got like this.

Zoe shrugged apologetically and went over to serve the next customer. It was a few moments later that she remembered she had forgotten to charge him again. Dan had a way of driving everything else from her mind and as nervous tension boiled in the pit of her stomach, Zoe came to a new revelation.

He's scaring me now. I am afraid of my own boyfriend.

 

[Jack_Slade]

"You know I can't help what guys say and I always tell them to get lost. This is a bar Dan, not a convent. People are waiting, please let me go... come on, it's not fair on Louise."

"fuck her too..." he said snarling under his breath. He let go of Zoe quickly like she had some kind of disease, and he gave her a stare that said we're not finished bitch, as she walked away.

Fucking Louise, that cunt was always sticking her nose into Zoe's business. He knew what they all thought about him, and Dan could have cared less. He'd fuck that bitch right in front of Zoe, then they'd really have something to talk about hen, he thought with a smirk.

Leave him... what the fuck was she going to do, go crawling back to her fucking Daddy on her knee's begging for his cocck again? He looked at Zoe and snarled, 'probably' just that. He fucking hated her.

"There all bitches..." he muttered as he raised his glass to his lips. "Sluts and whores, all of 'em." He drained his beer, and he looked around, seeing his brother Rich, and he punched him in the arm.

"You got any fucking blow, bro," he said chuckling at his joke. His brother nodded and they headed off together to the bathroom, working their way through the crowd. Once inside, they locked the door, and Rich laid out a thick line for his brother. Dan rolled a bill, and he snorted half in each nostril.

"Thanks man," he muttered and he wiped his nose clean. "I've been here all night, and i needed the lift." Rich did he lines, snorting loudly, and he loked at his brother.

"I don't see why you waste your time with that bitch." Rich said smirking. "She can't even hold a fucking child." he said shaking his head.

Dan grunted. "Wasn't ment to be mate, it was her fucking fathers baby."

"WHAT!" Rich exclaimed. Dan nodded his head, looking at his feet in shame. "Holy Shit..." Rich muttered.

Dan looked up into his brothers eyes, "Said he'd been using her ass since she was a little kid too."

"She never tried to get him busted for it?" Rich asked, and he put his arm on his brothers shoulder. Dan looked down, embarassed and he shook his head no. "Said he'd fucking kill her or some shit." he muttered.

"Dump the fucking bitch Dan. I mean it, get rid of her fucking ass. You know Dad would."

Dan glared at his brother. "Don't you ever fuking mention HIM again." Dan hit the wall with his fist, drawing blood, and he didn't even feel it.

"I can't dump her Rich, I love the bitch!" he exclaimed, "Just like Dad loves Mom." he sid quietly. Dan rubbed hand over his face, leaving a thin line of blood over his eyes.

"You know I caught Mom in bed once with the Postman, Rich? They were fucking their asses off, and I knew dad was at work yet. She begged me not to tell Dad, she got on her fucking knees right in front of me Rich, and begged me not to tell our Father that she was a fucking whore! She fucking pulled my cock out and sucked me off right in my fucking bedroom!"

Rich stood there, his mouth open, just staring at Dan. "You fucked our Mother?" he asked, not believing the words he was saying.

Dan hung his head in shame, and he nodded yes.

"Your no fucking better than that bar bitch your screwing. You two fucking deserve each other." he said angrilly, and he walked out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

Dan started crying. "I know..." he whispered to himself. Now his shame was complete. He pulled the botton of his tee-shirt out, and he wiped his eyes with it, and we walked out of the bathroom to find his bitch.

They did deserve each other, he thought. Dan looked for Zoe behind the bar, and he smiled a wicked grin at her. He'd fix everything tonight with her, he loved her. They could make their own baby again, and he'd start tonight.

 

[mylaceratedheart]

Zoe was many things but stupid was not one of them. Dan strode from the mens' room with new energy and purpose which meant one thing - coke. He made a point of staring at her and his eyes glittered with intent. Zoe knew already she was going to be in for a rough time later but she hadn't bargained for Dan piling a line or two onto his beer buzz. The police had only been sniffing around the place a few weeks ago and there was Dan, snorting drugs in the pub she worked at. The stupid bastard was determined to get her fired or worse, arrested for condoning drug use on the premises. Zoe felt her anxiety kick up a gear and she completely lost track of the round she was pouring. She went over to the till, flustered and uncertain of what she should be ringing up.

"He's trouble you know, and nothing but." A deep voice cut into her thoughts. Tony, a regular customer who knew the three Forrester boys of old, nodded sagely. Dan had returned to his spot at the corner of the bar, oblivious to the cut on his hand that suggested he'd been fighting. A smear of blood lay across one eyebrow, giving him a quizzical expression.

"Oh fucking hell." Zoe spat under her breath. She threw the coins into the till draw and slammed it shut with more force than was necessary. Zoe grabbed a paper napkin from where cutlery was stored and marched over to her wayward man. Her pity and fear were giving way to exasperation and it was dangerous ground to tread.

"You're bleeding." She pointed out neutrally, holding out the napkin, which Dan took with bad grace. "Dare I ask why? There's some on your eye too." He remained sullen, not meeting her eyes because he knew she'd spot his dilated pupils a mile off. Zoe lowered her voice to an irritable whisper. "Do you have to do that here? I work here Dan, I can think of 5 pubs off the top of my head that Rich drinks in." His eyes flashed once more and she tried vainly to appear diplomatic. "People are noticing the state you're in. You can't stomp round all night like Attila The Hun with PMT. Please Dan... I'll be finished soon and then we can go home. Just wind your neck in a bit... ok?"

Zoe exhaled sharply with an exhausted and agitated sigh. Why did he have to make everything a battle?

 

[Jack_Slade]

"You're bleeding." she said handing him a napkin. "Dare I ask why? There's some on your eye too."

"No, you may NOT ask fucking why." Dan said, looking down. This was just nuts, he thought, why should he give a shit what she thought. "Not that it's any of your business, but my brother and I were talking about parenting in the bathroom, and I got mad and punched the wall."

Dan had made the mistake of looking at Zoe, and she went off on him.

Zoe lowered her voice to an irritable whisper. "Do you have to do that here? I work here Dan, I can think of 5 pubs off the top of my head that Rich drinks in."

Dan spit on the floor, not in her face as he wanted to. He whispered to her, with malace in his voice.

"Yeah? Well shit Zoe, I can point out at least 20 blokes in here, right now, that are lit up like a neon sign. Why don't you check THEIR fucking Eyes before you complain about me. Yeah, my brother can take his money anywhere, I'm sure the hundred pounds he dropped in this bar tonight would be appreciated elsewhere."

Zoe sighed and tried a different approch, a more diplomatic one. She put her hand on his, and he said quietly. "People are noticing the state you're in. You can't stomp round all night like Attila The Hun with PMT. Please Dan... I'll be finished soon and then we can go home. Just wind your neck in a bit... ok?"

"PM What? What the fuck are you talking about? Look Zoe, I've had a long day, and all I want to do is stay awake long enough to make love to you tonight, is that such a bad thing? Yes, you heard me right, I want to make another baby with you honey."

Dan sighed, and he looked at Zoe. "Look, I'm sorry... OK!. Please... just get all this shit wrapped up honey, all I want to do is to go home with you Zoe. I do love you, in case you've forgotten."

 

[mylaceratedheart]

"...Look Zoe, I've had a long day, and all I want to do is stay awake long enough to make love to you tonight, is that such a bad thing? Yes, you heard me right, I want to make another baby with you honey."

Dan sighed, and he looked at Zoe. "Look, I'm sorry... OK!. Please... just get all this shit wrapped up honey, all I want to do is to go home with you Zoe. I do love you, in case you've forgotten."

She froze, her jaw falling open as she grabbed the bar in order to steady herself. Zoe could not believe what she was hearing. Another baby? The last one hadn't exactly been planned and these days Dan could barely look at her. What the hell was he thinking?

Well he wasn't thinking at all, was he? Stupid man was wasted. Trust Dan to get all fucking resolute on her at a time like this. Zoe was completely sober but she was really no match for Dan when he'd got a bee in his bonnet about something. This was going to be tricky. Her lips twisted at his tone. He always said 'I love you' grudgingly these days, as though she should be pathetically grateful.

Zoe didn't trust herself to say anything, she just leaned over the bar on tiptoes and gave him a kiss. With any luck at all he would have forgotten all about this announcement by the time they went home, fighting him on it would just make Dan start 'putting his foot down,' one of his new favourite phrases. His features softened a little and Zoe smiled and moved away to start serving again.

The crushing, heart wrenching guilt Zoe felt for the loss of that tiny scrap of humanity she had been carrying around was impossible to articulate. She had been horrified when she first found out, sat alone on the toilet of the bathroom at home; the bathroom which had never had a fucking lock on the door, one of her father's favourite places to touch and intimidate her. Armed with a pack of 3 tests, she had peed on them all and lined them up along the windowsill, watching the urine track its way upwards.

Positive.

Positive.

Positive.

Right then she had felt her stomach convulse, racked with the terrifying prospects of telling Dan, her family and her GP. What if it was not Dan's baby and somehow it was found out? What if it was deformed or disabled because of the inbreeding? Could she really condemn a child to that fate and then let Dan raise it? How did she find out if it was going to be ok without it becoming obvious that the father was a close relative?

Right then, Zoe knew she had cursed that little bundle of cells inside her, rejected it emotionally, wishing fervently that it had never been conceived. What baby could thrive in a poisoned environment like that, feeding on her shame, fear and self loathing via the umbilicus? Zoe felt that she had condemned that child, that she was solely responsible for its failure to survive. She hadn't eaten properly, she'd been stressed and upset almost the whole time, every test, scan and examination threatening to throw up something that cast doubt over Dan's paternity. In retrospect, it was amazing the poor kid had lasted as long as it had.

The day she had lost her baby, Zoe had woken up beside Dan feeling happier than she had for a long time. It had been a Sunday and the two of them had had nothing to do, cuddling and kissing in bed before some gentle lovemaking and a lazy breakfast. That day, Dan had told her he loved her and it had lit up his face because he had truly meant it. By lunchtime, she was kneeling on the floor in agony, bleeding all over her clothes while Dan brought his car around. They had thrown towels over the passenger seat but there was still a stain there that made her feel like crying every time she got in the car. By the time they made the hospital it was all over and nothing but aftercare could be offered. Dan had been wonderful throughout the whole ordeal, right up until Zoe broke down into helpless, guilt ridden tears and confessed to her past between sobs.

There had been no suspicious circumstances, she and Dan had appeared a normal, happy couple. There were few tests performed as the baby had been too small when she lost it. The paternity of that little life would forever be a mystery. Zoe had had to endure a 'scrape' to ensure everything was removed from the womb and what remained of her child had been incinerated without ceremony. It was all so clinical, so unlike the terrible grief she carried wherever she went.

She could not do it again, could not lose another baby.

They had been told she should not try to conceive for at least 3 months, until her cycle had settled down. She could not start taking an oral contraceptive until she had had a period and Dan had never been fond of wearing condoms. Zoe had no clue how she was going to prevent him from getting his way on this but somehow she was going to have to. They weren't ready for a baby, they never had been.

Things passed quietly enough between them until closing. Dan remained at the bar, quite clearly drunk now. He made no move to offer to help Zoe and Louise with anything, just sat there while they ran around emptying the glasswasher and re-stocking fridges.

 

[Jack_Slade]

Dan sat at the bar slowly loosing it, as the coke wore off. He had some in his pocket, a parting gift from his brother, but he'd be dammed if he'd listen to Zoe bitch about him doing it in the bar, even if it was closed.

He'd been around drugs and women his whole life. He and his brothers used to have orgies, where they snorted lines off bitches tit's or they'd do hits of crack while the cunt were blowing them under the table. There was nothing like the feeling of blowing the top of your head off with a good Crack hit, while you dumped a load in a crack whores frantically sucking mouth. He had so much of it, he got sick of it.

Then he met Zoe and everything changed for him. He even tried to straighten out for her, only smoking some pot once in a while, or having a few beers. He'd been good to Zoe, he loved the hell out of her, and she loved him back with a burning passion that met his own.

When they'd found out she was pregnant, Dan felt such pride at being a Father... He'd do everything right, and not live up to the legacy his Father had shamed their family with. Dan would be a good parent, and a devoted husband, and NOTHING would stop him.

Then one day, on a happy day, one of the precious few they had together, Zoe lost the baby. Dan knew she was not taking care of herself, he tried to talk to her about it, but every time he mentioned the baby's health, she got mad, or ran off crying. Dan just couldn't figure out what the fuck was wrong with her. How could she NOT give a shit about the baby?

Zoe was crying her eyes out after it happened, and Dan had never seen her so grief stricken. But there was something else too, she looked.... relieved, like a burden had been removed, or something.

finally Dan couldn't stand it anymore, and he put his foot down. Dan's heart was ripped out of his chest over what had happened, and at times Zoe looked like she'd just won the fucking Lottery, in between her fit's of crying.

He knew she wasn't a virgin when he had taken her. He'd never asked her about her dating history, and he just assumed some wanker had lucked into fucking her at some time in her past.

The bottom dropped out of Dans mind when Zoe let it slip out that, saying everything was over and done with now, and they could get on with their life's. Dan asked her what she meant by that. Zoe had a look of sheer panic on her face, and refused to talk about it. Dan didn't let it drop though, and he kept badgering Zoe till she screamed at him that the baby probably wasn't his anyways.

Dan thought she had cheated on him, then Zoe told him a wild story that he just couldn't fucking believe, that her Father had raped and abused her for years, even after she was pregnant, and she'd been with Dan for several months.

Dan thought she was lieing to cover up an affair. His own Father was a asshole, but even He would never do such a thing, although his Mother would stoop that low, fucking him to stay out of trouble, to ensure his silence. Dan knew what Zoe told him was the truth then, and it had ate at his mind ever since.

The only thing Dan wanted more than anything was to get back to the time when he and Zoe were really happy together, which was when she was pregnant. Dan didn't think about the money, he could make that anytime he wanted too, with a good drug score.

All Dan wanted was to be happy again, what the fuck was so wrong with that? He was shaken out of his thoughts when the bar lights were turned off, and Zoe came to him, telling him it was time to go.

Dan got off his stool on wobbly legs, and he looked into Zoe's eyes. "We deserve to be happy Zoe, Damnit we deserve it, and I'm gonna make us happy honey." He threw his arms around her, and he yanked her to him.

"This time it will be just us, my fucking baby, and you can be proud of me again." he said slurring his speech as he pointed to the door. "Lets go home and fuck us up a baby... baby" he said laughing,

 

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"This time it will be just us, my fucking baby, and you can be proud of me again." he said slurring his speech as he pointed to the door. "Lets go home and fuck us up a baby... baby" he said laughing."

Louise threw Zoe a sympathetic look and then marched over to her car. Dan and Zoe were walking home. She couldn't drive and he was having some difficulty with walking just now. He leaned on her heavily in what he probably imagined was a romantic fashion but Zoe was exhausted and Dan was no pixie. Her mind was reeling as she tried to think of a way to suggest contraception that wouldn't send Dan steaming into a towering rage. It hurt her that he was fixated on this baby idea. Before that the two of them had been enough and she had liked knowing he had given up his wild ways just for her. Now it seemed he resented her and that she was only good for a warm, wet pussy and a walking incubator. She was no longer enough for him on her own, he would not drop the idea of getting her pregnant again. Zoe tried to gently reason with him as they reached the road their apartment building was on.

"Dan, you know we can't tonight. The doctors said I mustn't get pregnant for at least three months. If we do it now it could be dangerous for me and for a baby. I can't go back on the pill yet so... Dan... you're going to have to wear a condom this time... please? Or..." Zoe was trying to be inventive now. "Or you could just not cum in my pussy, I'm sure that would be alright. Do you understand what I'm saying love?"

She felt him tense beside her and her heart sank even before he gathered his thoughts enough to reply. Panic began to rise within her again.

 

[Jack_Slade]

Zoe was doing it to him again, Dan thought, as they walked back to their flat. He couldn't drive home "You're to drunk" now she's telling him he couldn't have sex... dan was sick of it, sick of her telling him what he could do. His Father wouldn't put up with this shit, why should he? Fathers... I bet she never said no to daddy... god dammed bitch.... Dan thought looking at Zoe as they walked together. He wanted to smack her so fucking bad... his brother was right... nothing but a useless cunt.

"Fine... whatever Zoe. I'll just go wank off in the loo. Then you won't have to worry about your precious pussy." Dan said.

 

[mylaceratedheart]

The menace in his voice silenced her abd they walked up the steps to their little flat stony faced. Zoe assumed with the skinfull Dan had had he would want the toilet first so she made no move towards the bathroom. She was so tired, too tired to be putting up with his shit and trying to reason with him while he was steaming. Zoe went to the bedroom to strip and get under the covers but she abruptly changed her mind. She'd never talk Dan round if she did that. She flipped the kettle on and sat at the kitchen table.

The unmistakeable sound of someone snorting a line emanated from the bathroom. Fucking great. How much more of the stuff did he have?

Zoe dropped her gaze to the table. Her hands were trembling. There was somthing different about Dan tonight, indefinably but chillingly different. How could he want to knock up a woman he could hardly stand? 'Let's fuck us up a baby.' How romantic. What a fucking way to conceive.

Zoe poured herself a cup of tea, her stomach twisting and writhing with nervous apprehension.

 

[Jack_Slade]

Dan walked out of the bathroom after he'd snorted a line. He wanted to save some for later, so he'd only done enough to last for a little while, just long enough for him to take care of Zoe. He went to the bedroom, and he took off his clothes, and he walked into the kitchen and he found Zoe sitting at the table sipping her tea.

He sat down beside her, and he just watched her for a minute. He looked at her, and he watched the cup shake slightly as she brought it to her lips.

"Tired eh?" he asked. Zoe looked up at him and she nodded and she closed her eyes, trying to relax.

"I've been thinking about what you said, and I decided I don't want to fuck you after all, so I'll settle for a good blow job, instead." He said, as he smiled across the table at her.

 

[mylaceratedheart]

In his state, this was about as much as Zoe could have hoped for so she tried not to let the anger show in her expression. She hated it when he talked to her like this, like sex was his due by right and he was being so fucking magnanimous by not insisting on it. She drank a little more of her tea and then knelt on the floor, unzipping the crotch of his jeans and hoping to have this done with quickly. Dan was a well endowed man. His cock was a full 8 inches and eye-wateringly thick. When Zoe had first seen it, she had naively wondered if it would ever fit inside her. The only other cock she'd seen erect, her father's, was about 5 inches and narrower. Dan was stupidly proud of his cock and pretty much everyone at the pub had seen it at least once when he'd been drunk and stupid in his wild days before they got together.

He had such energy when on coke, it made her even more tired just to look at him. Zoe took his semi-erect cock in her mouth and started sucking it. Her mouth was still warm from her hot drink and even though she took as much as she could and settled into getting him off, Dan started pushing his hips towards her and threatening to make her gag. His hand was on her ponytail but he often did that, just stroking her hair as she sucked him. Zoe reached up to cup and stroke his balls, moving her rhythm up a gear and trying to please him.

 

[Jack_Slade]

Dan watched the reaction from Zoe as he told her he'd settle for a blow job. It was a bitches duty to take care of her man, and the sooner she realized it, the better off they'd both be. She took another drink of her tea, and she slid off her seat, and she crawled to him like a good little bitch. Dan was happy to see that, maybe she was learning her proper place afterall, but he knew he had to knock that attitude out of her, and make her compliant to him.

When she put his cock into her mouth, Dan spoke. "See you know your place bitch, on your knees taking care of my needs." He took her ponytail in his hand, and he started lightly thrusting himself into her hot wet mouth, giving her a full mouthfull, till she almost gagged. Dan was going to show Zoe, show her what a proper bitch did for the pleasure of his cock. He twisted his hand around her ponytail, and he growled at her.

"You can do better than that you bar whore!" and he shoved himself fully into her mouth, holding Zoe's head firmly in place, while she paniced and started to gag on his fat cock. Dan pulled her off his cock by her tail, and he smacked her face with his open palm, not too hard, just enough to assure that the bitch had his attention.

"You do a good job you slut, and I'll fuck your ass, but if you don't, I'll whip it first with my belt, and then fuck it. Either way, you've sleeping with my cum in your arse you worthless cock sucking bitch!"

He shoved her head back down on him, and he heard Zoe groan, in what he thought was passion. "Yeah, that's it you bar whore, suck that big fat cock!" he said, shoving himself fully into her helpless mouth.

 

[mylaceratedheart]

She tried to pull back but Dan wasn't allowing it. Zoe gagged and retched on his cock while she fought him for every single breath. It hurt so deeply to be called a 'bar whore' and if he thought he was going to fuck her ass, he was mistaken. Zoe had never let anyone take her there because it brought back too many bad memories.

Dan thrust forwards but Zoe pushed him back with her hands and moved away from him, preparing to stand rather than stay kneeling at his feet.

"My place is not at your fucking feet you arrogant asshole!" She yelled. "You're not fucking my ass either, why do you have to be such a bastard when you're on drugs?"

Zoe shoved him away with all her strength and marched to the bedroom. There was no way in hell she was being treated like that by a man who professed to love her.

 

[Jack_Slade]

"My place is not at your fucking feet you arrogant asshole!" She yelled. "You're not fucking my ass either, why do you have to be such a bastard when you're on drugs?"

Dan saw red when Zoe went off on him, and he grabbed her arm squeezing it tight, not caring if he was hurting the bitch or not. "You're fucking place is where ever I say Bitch!" He pulled Zoe right to his face, his breath blowing her hair as he yelled at her.

"I don't need drugs to be a bastard, they just make it more fun," he said with a evil laugh. Zoe reacted in terror and she jerked herself away from him. Dan grinned again feeding off her fear. He would take the bitch, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. Dan watched her as she marched off to the bedroom, and he shook his head, thinking it's where he wanted the bitch in the first place.

He shoved the unlatched door open, and it hit the wall with a loud bang. Zoe was standing by the bed all full of herself, and Dan walked right up to her, and he grabbed her by the hair. "Get your fucking clothes off before I rip them off you, slut!" Dan said then he pushed her onto the bed, and he started to take his clothes off.

Zoe looked dazed not believing what was going on, but Dan paid no attention to her as he stripped. Soon he stood before her naked, his cock pointing at Zoe and he grew more irritated with her as she just sat there looking at him with her pathetic eyes.

"What in the hell do you think your doing, I said to Strip!" Dan said slapping Zoe on her cheek, then he reached down grabbing her shirt, and he tried to rip it apart. He grew more frustrated when the material didn't tear apart.

Dan smacked her other cheek with his hand, and he went for her pants, determined to bare his bitch for a good fuck.

"You can't do a fucking thing right can you bitch! I'm going to take you one way or the other Cunt" He growled.

 

[mylaceratedheart]

He towered over her as she lay on the bed, watching him undress in total disbelief. Things had been more than precarious between them of late but Dan had never spoken to her like that, never ordered her to suck him or announced he was going to fuck her as though she had no say in the matter. His previous comment about fucking her ass had also terrified her. His cock was hard and livid and Dan was clumsy with her when he'd been drinking... or worse... when it came to regular sex. The thought of him forcing her into anal sex, with that big cock of his and a total disregard for her consent or pleasure, it had temporarily stunned her.

"What in the hell do you think your doing, I said to Strip!" His hand stung her face and she saw his fist clench before he threatened her with the backhand. Zoe finally acknowledged that she was way out of her depth and that further refusal or procrastination would only enrage him. Before she could move however, he was ripping at her T shirt, trying to pull it apart. The material refused to yield and without any warning he struck her again. Zoe actually cowered.

"You can't do a fucking thing right can you bitch! I'm going to take you one way or the other Cunt" His snarl was feral, totally menacing.

Now he was yanking on her jeans, not giving her any opportunity to obey him, getting more pissed off as the tight denim refused to budge. She opened the button and zipper and within moments he had pulled them off of her. She had never seen him so angry and violent. Zoe pulled off the rest of her clothes as fast as she could, desperately hoping she could appease him because even in the midst of everything that was happening, there was one awful thought obliterating all else from her mind.

"Dan... you remember what the doctor said? You... you can't get me pregnant yet... it would be dangerous... we could have a disabled baby or something. Please Dan... please don't get me pregnant."

Without any form of conscious decision, Zoe had her head lowered and was addressing the floor. Instinct told her not to look him in the eye right now. His cock was right there in her face and she knelt on the bed on all fours, stroking it while he glared at her.

"Please Dan... " She begged, taking his swollen member into her mouth and sucking it, hoping to please him and maybe calm him a little.

 

[Jack_Slade]

Dan was happy to see that Zoe finally realized that he was meaning business, when he slappred her face. She was learni ng her place as she looked to the floor.

"Dan... you remember what the doctor said? You... you can't get me pregnant yet... it would be dangerous... we could have a disabled baby or something. Please Dan... please don't get me pregnant."

He smiled hearing her plead for him not to fuck her cunt, so she could not get pregnant. Dan had no problem with that he'd just fuck her ass, instead.

"See bitch, you can cooperate when you really want too," Dan said sneering, as Zoe reached up to him, grabbing his cock, and sucking it. dan grabbed her hair again and he pulled it back, taking Zoe's head off his cock. He bent her head back till she looked into his eyes. Dan saw fear, and he tasted victory over his bitch.

"You worthless cunt, bitches crawl across the floor for the opprtunity to suck and fuck my cock, and I'm fucking sick and tired of you telling me what I can do. I won't knock you up Zoe, but I'll be damned if i'm not going to fuck you tonight.. The sooner you get that in that thick head of your's, the happer we both will be."

Dan pushed her head back onto his cock, and he ordered, "Get busy slut, if you please me now, I may let you sleep tonight, if not, well.... Lets just say you'll wish like hell you did." he growled at his bitch, as he started ramming his cock into Zoe, face again, yanking her hair with every thrust of his hips, using her like the whore she really was.

Dan heard his bitch gag, and he smiled.

 

[mylaceratedheart]

Even as she gagged and choked on his cock, Zoe was fuming inside. Dan thought he was God's gift to women but the truth was that wherever there was plenty of cash and drugs, stupid women followed. It was quite possible that Dan had extorted enough sexual favours from women to acquire the distorted belief that he was irresistible but for him to believe his own hype to this degree was just ridiculous.

His words had struck her like a punch to the gut, twisting there like a knifeblade as Zoe knelt there hopelessly, choking and panicking.

"I won't knock you up Zoe, but I'll be damned if i'm not going to fuck you tonight.. The sooner you get that in that thick head of your's, the happer we both will be."

She knew where this was going and she wanted desperately to make him stop and reconsider. Dan had been funny about her sexual reservation ever since he had learned about her terrible childhood. It was almost as though he resented the fact that there were sexual activities that brought horrific memories flooding back to her. He had done a reasonable job of pretending to give a fuck thus far but it seemed that all pretence was over with now.

She had never known was a total asshole Dan was. He had done such a convincing job of showing her that he had changed his ways. Zoe had never really considered until recently just how much of a thug, criminal and sexual predator he had been. The way he switched seamlessly from 'let's make a baby and heal our relationship' to 'kneel and gag on it before I fuck your ass you worthless cunt' was just obscene.

Despite all that, she was going to town on his cock. If she made him cum there was an outside chance that he'd be too tired and drunk to carry out his threat.

 

[Jack_Slade]

Dan felt like a King, his bitch was doing as he wanted and he was getting ready to blow a load in her mouth. Zoe was compliant enough, he really loved uising her like this, as a piece of fuckmeat, for his pleasure. But dan also knew there would be no going back to the way things were before. He was so fucking tired of apoligising to the bitch.

So her father had fucked her for years, now it was his turn and he'd be damned if that bastard father of hers get the best of her. Zoe was HIS Bitch now, and nothing would change that. He'd take what he wanted, and he really disn't give a damn what she thought anymore.

dan groaned as he face fucked Zoe, holding her head still by the iron grip of her hair.

"Things are going to fucking change around here Zoe! You seem to care for no one but yourself anymore, It's always 'I and me' and you don't give a flipping fuck about how I feel. Do you really think that ANY other man would have your worthless ass after you have been knocked up by Daddy? Your nothing but a whore Zoe, just a stupid fucking walking, talking useless little cunt!"

Dan gripped Zoe's hair tighter pulling her back so just the tip of his was still in her mouth. Dan laughed at the bitch on her knees before him. He ripped his cock out of her mouth, and he slapped her face with it several times, watching her cheeks getting smeared up with her slaiva and his pre-cum.

"Well your MY useless Cunt now Bitch, get used to it, get used to pleasing me on your fucking knees, you cock loving whore!"

He shoved his big cock back into her mouth, and he fucking his bitches face harder, hearing her gagging and ot caring anymore. Dan groaned to his bitch. "After i'm done with your mouth, I'm taking your fucking ass, so you don't get knocked up in your precious fuccking cunt, you bitch!"

He lightly smacked her face while she had a mouthfull of him, "Suck Goddamnit!" he groaned, feeling his mastery over the woman he loved.

"Your damn ass is mine now Zoe not your Fathers. You'll do as your told from now on Bitch!"

Dan groaned feeling his orgasm coming. "Yesssssssssssss" he hissed as he felt the first jet of his white hot spunk splash into her wildly sucking mouth, and he pinned her to his belly making the useless bitch gag on his wxploding cock. Her wild girations and frantic need to breathe, pushed his orgasm to new heights.

Finally he let the bitch go, tossing her onto the floor like the useless cunt she was. He let Zoe lay onthe floor, and he walked out of their bedroom, looking for a cold beer in the fridge.

 

[mylaceratedheart]

Zoe knelt there, powerless to even begin trying to fight back. Dan's fist in her hair kept her face exactly where he wanted it as his muscular hips pistoned his hard cock in and out of her. He was giving her no opportunity to breathe and her light-headedness increased as he snarled down at her, towering over her and telling her in no uncertain terms what she truly was to him. The tears that rolled down Zoe's face were not entirely from choking.

"Things are going to fucking change around here Zoe! You seem to care for no one but yourself anymore, It's always 'I and me' and you don't give a flipping fuck about how I feel. Do you really think that ANY other man would have your worthless ass after you have been knocked up by Daddy? Your nothing but a whore Zoe, just a stupid fucking walking, talking useless little cunt!"

She gasped in shock at the menace and contempt in his voice, which only served to give Dan deeper access to her throat. He took advantage of it with a grunt of pleasure. Just when Zoe could feel herself beginning to faint, Dan pulled out of her without warning and started slapping her face with his dick, covering her in strings of spit and pre-cum while he sneered at her triumphantly.

He paused to slowly stroke himself a few times, keeping her face close to his cock as she gulped down air and stared up at him, terrified and appalled at the sudden change in him. He was drinking in her fear, his eyes raking over her and glittering with savage lust. Dan was thoroughly enjoying this, Zoe realised as her stomach twisted that her terror was actually heightening his enjoyment. It was sick. His words echoed in her head, confirming what her father had always told her.

"You must never tell, Zoe... people will not understand. They will hate you. No matter what you tell them they will look at you and see what you've done and what you are. You're a useless, worthless little slut, Zoe and playing the victim won't change that."

Now, despite everything she had gone through to get out of her home and away from her father, Dan was proving him right and picking up his mantle. She simply could no believe it. Was she really so dirty and defiled that no man could truly love her now?

Dan's voice cut into her thoughts.

"Well your MY useless Cunt now Bitch, get used to it, get used to pleasing me on your fucking knees, you cock loving whore!"

He rammed himself into her throat again, battering against her and bruising her lips, choking her violently as he gripped her head and fucked her.

"After i'm done with your mouth, I'm taking your fucking ass, so you don't get knocked up in your precious fuccking cunt, you bitch... Your damn ass is mine now Zoe not your Fathers. You'll do as your told from now on Bitch... Yesssssssssssss"

She was barely coherent by the time he blew his load into her and it was almost a relief to swallow it down and have this terrible ordeal over with. When he was done, Dan pulled out and shoved her away from him, sending her backwards across the floor. Zoe lay there, shocked and half asphyxiated, gasping air and shaking violently from adrenaline and oxygen deprivation. She heard the fridge open and close before the unmistakeable pop of a beer can reached her incredulous ears. She lifted her head to see Dan leaning against the bedroom door, swigging from his can as though nothing had happened. She had hoped that once he had got this out of his system and cum, he would be sorry for the way he had treated her. That hope was yet another to be dashed however as she scanned his face for traces of remorse and found none. Zoe got unsteadily to her feet and tottered to the bathroom to wash her face. She locked the door behind her, then sat with her back against it while she tried to take in what Dan had just done to her and more importantly, what he had threatened to do next.

 

[Jack_Slade]

Dan smiled as he watched his bitch get off the floor, and walk into the bathroom. She had puked up some of his cum while trying to get her breath back, and he loved how fucking used she looked. He imagined a bunch of his friends standing around the bitch while they jerked off over her, covering her face with their cum. He'd make them pay to use his bitch too, them, and anyone else who wanted to get their rocks off on his worthless cum loving slut. Dan slid down the wall opposite the bathroom, and he heard Zoe crying inside, and he smiled.

"I know you can hear me in there cunt. You know I'm right Zoe, your Father fucking poisoned you by taking you at such a early age. Secretly you love being used like the worthless cunt you are, honey. Stick your fingers in your twat,and tell me your not dripping wet, from the way I used you in the bedroom, sweetheart."

Dan took another drink of his beer, and he smacked his lips, enjoying the taste.

"You are going to learn to love it Zoe, and pretty soon you're going to crawl on your fucking knees and beg me to use you like that, use you like the worthless little tramp you secretly are. That's the only way men will love you Zoe, they'll take what they want from you, and toss you aside like Daddy did after he came in your worthless cunt. After Daddy left you soaked in his cum, what did you do Zoe, cry into your pillow all night, swearingto call the fucking cops on him? No, you piece of trash, you went and shoved your fingers in your well fucked virgin hole, and you got yourself off again, did you, you tramp. Who did you think about while your fingers were digging in that slimy fucked cunt of your's Zoe? I'll Tell You Who, DADDY! You fucking wanted more of Daddy's big fucking cock, didn't you, you tramp."

Dan laughed his ass off, hearing Zoe's wailing denials in the bathroom. "You know it's fucking true Zoe, and the sooner you realize it, the better off you will be, in your new life as my slave, you bitch. Now stop fucking around in there, and grease up your arse, and get out here, It's about time you started to enjoying yourself, like a worthless slut really should."

 

[mylaceratedheart]

By the time he had finished talking, Zoe had her hands over her ears and was moaning softly in order to drown him out. She couldn't bear this, simply couldn't bear it. It was true that when her father had first used her there had been more subtle manipulation, more grooming and fewer threats. After the first time had been to painful and traumatising, he had taken the trouble to make her cum and tried to convince her that he loved her and wanted them to have a special bond. She had touched herself later but only because the pleasure was new to her. What she thought of as she did so was not the acts her father had performed on her but his gentleness and the words of love he had showered her with. Dan would never understand that and Zoe wished so hard that she had never tried to explain what she had gone through in such detail.

She leaned over the toilet bowl, retching on an empty stomach, flinching violently as Dan aimed a kick at the door to express his impatience. Zoe got to her feet shakily and found she could not fore herself to open the door and let Dan use her again. In the back of her mind she knew that the longer she procrastinated, the more likely Dan was to have recovered from his climax and the angrier he would be. Tears rolled freely down her face as she reached out for the lock on the door, only to recoil as though it had stung her. Her chest heaved with panicked sobs and her knees started to tremble. There was no window in this tiny bathroom, no way out except through a drunk, high, violent man who wanted to rape her. She gasped audibly as the word dropped into her mind. This was rape, what he was doing now and the fact they lived together didn't change that. It was all happening all over again, the cycle was repeating itself and all because she was too weak and useless to be able to prevent it.