1. Damien's Game


    Date: 10/3/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, BDSM, BDSM, Cum Swallowing, Extreme, First Time, Fisting, Humiliation, Teen, Mind Control, Rape, First Time, Written by women, Author: Illianna, Source: sexstories.com

    I love playing with my milky white skinned, red headed Fuck-toy. I remember every detail of how I taught her her new life of being a demons whore. Oh how I enjoyed that day. --------------------; I still can't believe how I became his toy. At least I'm his favorite toy. For now that is. I remember how all of this started. I remember how I fought how I cried how I screamed and begged. All futile now. I've fallen in over my head and there is no turning back now. But remembering it all kinda helps. It kinda still gives me a small silver lining on the very edges of the clouds. Who am I you ask? Well today I answer to slut, whore, bitch, cunt, or whatever screwed up name he gives me. Before he got to me, before all of this happened to me I was known as Ivy. So I guess the best place to begin my story is at the beginning. ♡♥♡♥3 years ago♥♡♥♡ Ivy's P.O.V. I was a senior in high school, had just turned 18 two weeks prior, and was looking forward to graduation in about a month. As a straight a student I was never in trouble, but I wasn't a goody two shoes. I smoked, I drank, did a few other recreational activities, all while somehow maintaining my virginity. I had just walked in the door of my lil one bedroom house that I was renting. I had been living here for a year. My rich parents names were on the lease, my generous trust fund actually paying the bills. (Keep in mind from here on out I still have the house, still semi leading what appears to be a normal life, I just play ...
    his game on a daily basis.) I threw my bookbag down by the door as usual. Walked into the kitchen. Grabbed a soda-pop, walked into the living room, stopped dead, and dropped the thankfully still closed can. There, sitting on my couch, was a dark haired, blue eyed, very tan man with several tattoos on his arms, neck, and hands. His jet black hair was pulled up into a short ponytail, and the grin, on his very full luscious lips, told me that I was in big, big trouble. I tried to move my legs, tried to bend over and pick up the can, tried to scream, tried to run, but for some reason my body wouldn't obey me. I watched as he stood up, I watched as he slowly approached me, watched the joy in his ice blue eyes as he stopped in front of me, he wasn't quite six foot, but he was tall. I stood helpless as he brushed my hair behind my ears. I wanted to flinch away, wanted to slap his hand away, wanted to knee him in the balls, I wanted to stop what was happening, but my body wasn't responding to any commands I gave it. He laughed, more of a deep devilish chuckle, as he walked back over to the couch and sat down. "Now this is gonna be fun, sooo much fun my dear helpless Ivy." His voice sounded as if it was a dark fallen angels voice. I would soon find out I wasn't far off. "Come to me Ivy." I, horrified, found myself not walking to him but crawling to him like I was a dog. I soon found myself on my knees in front of him. "Your probably wondering who I am, why I'm here, and why I'm doing ...
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