Dad's personal pornstar, taught how to pose for the camera just right. How to pout your lips, arch your back and take his cock. Your favorite part of the week is movie night, curled up on his lap, watching the tape of you being his good little girl all over again.
You're just a lost little lamb, never fit in with the rest of the flock, always alone. So when the wolf finds you and sinks its teeth in deep, you don't run. It hurts, it burns, you shiver in terror, but the warmth of its fangs hold you tighter than anyone else ever has.
Waking up rock hard with your mind clouded by feral thoughts of her, still half asleep, your eyes barely open. Slipping your hand under your pants, beginning to jerk off, consumed by your perverted fantasies and deep desire for her as you catch yourself grunting her name.
Dug you up myself, with these fingernails. From the soft earth behind the shed. Your bones are so clean now, after all the boiling and scrubbing. They've yearned for my caress, haven't they? For me to finally bind our souls together.
Molly on your tongue, sweet and chalky. The world turns all bright and fuzzy, your limbs feel like warm honey. Someone's hands are on you, guiding you onto a bed. It feels so good to be touched. You giggle as your clothes come off, too doped-up to find the word 'no'.
"Aw baby, I know, I know. It's okay, it'll feel good in a second, I promise. Shhhh, we're almost there, you're doing so well. Just a bit more, for me, okay? Hush now, no more tears. See? It's not so bad, it feels good now, doesn't it? It's okay to like it, you can tell me."
Gropebait daughter that can't help but wear those tight little shorts and thin tank tops around the house, always bending over right where Daddy can see. It's only right his hands are always on her, his eyes always eating her up. She was made for his touch after all.
Convincing yourself you should stay quiet and just take it, because if it wasn't you, he'd find some other poor girl to take his sick desires out on, then it'd be your fault, wouldn't it?
Rutting against your owner's boot, desperate, stupid, and needy. The pressure in your bladder builds and builds until you can't hold it anymore. A hot flood of piss gushes out between your knees. You don't even stop rutting. You're too dumb. Just a pissing, humping animal.
"Who's my dumb little dog? Yes you are. You're the stupidest little bitch in the whole kennel. You don't know how to think do you? No, just whine and piss and wag your tail for a pat. Now bark for me. That's it, speak for a treat. Good girl."
Using a fresh corpse to cockwarm you, feeling the rigor mortis set in, gripping your cock tighter as the body cools, like it's trying to suck the life from you into it's cold, dead tunnel.
"Is this where the bad man touched you?"
As Dad trails his hand up your thigh, under your skirt.
"Maybe you shouldn't have dressed like such a slut."
His fingers slip past your little panties, rubbing on your leaky cunt.
"Oh? Is that for me? Or him?"
Being questioned about your bad grades. Your teacher's disappointed face, mom's concerned frown. You just stare at your shoes. You don't know how to explain your lack of focus. How you spend all day at school just staring out the window, daydreaming about the taste of Dad's cock.
Have your bandaged up body propped up in the corner of the garage. A front row seat to watch me fuck the same lifeless thigh I sawed off your body. After I finish, I'll hold the severed limb to your mouth and make you suck my cum out the still warm hole.