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The Dirty man that owns me

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My parents died on my sixteenthth birthday. I was there, at home in our mansion, waiting for them to arrive with cake. The decorations where set up, streamers hanging from the ceiling, a big banner that said “Happy Birthday Riya!!”, and golden tablecloth on our large dining room table. It was supposed to be perfect, but I was waiting for hours and hours, with only me, myself, and I. I had no siblings, no friends, no aunts or uncles, and no family other than my parents. Why did we live in a big house, why where we rich if we had no one to share it with? Either way, when the police came and found me alone, they told me that my parents car had a gas leak and exploded. The police said they never even made it out of the parking lot of the grocery store. When I heard that, my entire life changed in a instant. I broke down, crying, while the foster people forced me to answer questions, questions, so many questions. When I finally finished answering, they took me into a black SUV, and made me a wait few days while they packed my bags and did other preparations. Then we drove. For hours on end it seemed, till we stopped passing cornfields and pulled into a gated driveway. There was a large, raggedy old farmhouse to the left, and a big red barn to the right. The sound of some big machine ground out from the barn, and a tractor pulled out and stopped right in front of us. Inside was a man, who looked like he was about in his sixties. “Where am I? Who is he?” The intern sighed and turned back in her seat to look at me. “This is your new father, and his name is Arthur, but you call him dad. Your parents where once very very poor. They where bribed into giving him custody of you when they died, in exchange for twenty thousand dollars. This happened exactly sixteen years ago. They apparently made the best of that money.” Without even any control over them, my eyes widen and I slump back in my seat. “What about there funeral?” “In their will, they didn’t want one. They just wanted to be cremated and their ashes to placed in sperate necklaces.” She hands me a small black box, with overlacing and intersecting embroidery. I open it slowly, still looking at the intern before looking down. Tears flooded down my cheeks as my eyes hit the necklaces. They where dyed silver, a dark maroon, with blue gems. The gems where on a gold plating with a hinge, allowing you to raise it and see the ashes that where glued into the hollow inside. “Wheres the rest?” I asked, and she opened the car door, silently kicking you out. “Gave them to your new father. “But-Bu.” “Ah-ah. Go.” With no room to debate, I grab my two suitcases and climb out the car. The second I close the door, she backs up through the gate. The gate closes behind her, locking her out, and locking me in.

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The first thing I noticed was the smell. It smelled like piss, animal shit, and even more piss. It made me gag, but I tried not to puke, out of respect. Not that I respected this man at all. He climbed down the tractor and came to me and hugged me, before leaning forward and kissing my lips. It was wet and slippery and sloppy, but thats all the details I could remember before pushing him away. “What the fuck?!” I yell, furiously scrubbing my lips with my wool sweater. He raises an eyebrow and takes his arms off my shoulders. “What, fathers don’t kiss their daughters?” “Not on the lips! And I just met you!” “Doesn’t mean I’m not your father and that you don’t have to listen to what I say.” It was a odd way to assert his authority, but he began pulling me toward the house before I could say anything else. He smelled like he hadn’t showered in weeks, and his hair was matted with sweat and dirt. He had a workers body strong and powerful, with muscles that rippled out of his top. When we reached it, I realized the inside of the house was much nicer than the outside, but still pretty shotty. The paint was coming off the walls, there was holes in the floorboards, and there was a literal pig laying on a rug. Unconsciously, I start backing up quickly, but a firm hand ushers me forward. “Don’t worry, he won’t bite as long as you don’t. His name is Porky.” Smiling uncomfortably, I slowly reach out and pet the smooth hoh for about a half second, before jumping back when he shifted. Arthur laughed, and seemed to look at me in a way that made my blood run cold. His eyes clawed me like a predator looking at his prey, like a lion stalking a gazelle. And just like that, it was over. His eyes warmed again, and he took my two suitcases. He led me to small room that looked like a bomb went off in it, with the carpet ripped up and mangled, and the dressers splintering. In the middle of the room was a singular bed, which was a king size and had bright blue sheets. On one side of the room was a window overlooking the farm, and then I realized how big the property itself was, with acres and acres of land. How could he afford a huge property, and to pay my parents twenty thousand dollars, but not to get a decent house? While I was contemplating this, I felt his hot breath on my neck, and that similar feeling of being prey returned. Before anything happened, I slipped from under his grasp and put distance between us. He turned around to me, and that hunter look in his golden eyes whispered away. He ran his hand through his auburn hair and smile slyly, revealing a golden tooth and large gap next to it. Trying to wipe the image from my mind, and hopefully make conversation, I say: “Is there another bed, or a air matress for me?” He shakez his head, losing the smile and sitting on the large sleep number. “Sorry, no. This is the only bed I have, and we’ll have to share it.” I wouldn’t be surprised if he had bed bugs, and he was obviously unhygienic, so not for a second would I want to sleep with this man so I contested by saying that I would “sleep on the couch”, but he retaliated by saying the bed is more comfortable and he insists. When I still wouldn’t agree, he brought down the hammer and said I didn’t have a choice, before standing and opening up my suitcases. I try and push his hands away as he pulls out many pairs of lacy underwear, but it doesn’t effect him and he starts putting stuff in a empty drawer. “Your drawer is on the bottom, and my drawer is on the top.” “Hey! I didn’t say you could touch my stuff!” “You didn’t have to, I’m your father.”

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That night, when It was after we had ate dinner and talked for a bit, it was time for bed. I was dreading this moment all day, but I didn’t have a way to get out of it. As we both went upstairs, and could feel his eyes on me again, like I was his prize or his trophy. It was creepy and unsettling, but before I could say anything the feeling left and we reached our room. After he closed and locked the door behind us he opened his drawer and took out some clothes. I followed suit, with no choice. After looking around the room and not finding a bathroom, I turn to him and ask where it is. “Outside behind the house. There’s a hole and a chair with a hole over it that you can use.” I don’t think I heard him correctly. Outside? After taking multiple deep breaths, I look back at him and ask: “Okay… Um, anywhere where I can change into my pajamas.” He chuckles. “Missy, you can change right here. We’re all family.” He wasn’t my family. All my family was dead, and it hurt that he said that, but we’d adress that later. “I’m not changing in front of you.” Rolling his eyes, he quickly takes off his overalls, revealing his white underwear, and his toned chest. “Arthur! Ew! I don’t want to see that!”, I say, looking away fast. In a instant though, he comes behind me and grabs my face, a look of pure murder in his eyes. His face is inches from mine, I can feel a lump in his underwear on my knee. “Don’t. You. EVER, call me Arthur again. Got it?” I try and nod but can’t, his grip is too firm. I make out a small shake, and he lets go. “Now change your damn clothes so we can go to sleep.” Without another word, I squeeze my eyes shut, then pull off my socks and feel the dirt on the hardwood beneath my toes, squeezing inside them, smudging them. With another quick motion, I pull of my shirt and reveal my small bright green cups, and I feel his eyes bore into them as I pull my oversized shirt on over them. Lastly, I pull off my shorts, revealing my pubic hair that I left purposely unshaved for months, and my matching green panties. I hear him smile, I hear his cheek pull up happily, as my belt clips the panties and pulls them down farther, revealing more hair but nothing more. Finally, I snap the thread and pull my jeans off and my daisy dukes on. I open my eyes and see him smiling wide, a devilishly creepy grin that scares me more than any horror movie ever could. He raises the cover and I slowly climb in, my eyes watching for bugs and him at the same time. He climbs in after me and snuggles close, and as much as I hate it, it’s warm and soft, a small comfort for the now frigid nights of November. As he cuddles close to me, his breath hits my neck like a thick, hot slime, passing over and sticking and raising my hair up on end. He shifts and his breath focuses on my ear as his mouth is now mere inches from it. I feel something touch my inner thigh and I flinch, thinking its a bug before realizing it’s the hard, rough skin of his hand. “Oh, Missy?” Quietly, I answer “Yes?”, scared of the consequences if I don’t. “Have you had your first time yet?”

SoRrY it’s been so long since my last upload! I’ve had midterms, and everything has been kinda stressful. Hopefully I can regain a somewhat normal upload schedule for you guys. (Fun fact: This was actually a roleplay plot before it was a story!)
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5 Comments

  • Reply Cracksniffer ID:4s0ccfyqj

    Yes, interesting creepy character. Creepy is always good!

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    Want to read about your DADDY fucking you

    • Hellish ID:3057hetqra

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    • Hellish ID:3057hetqra

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