As a teen, Taylor had been an adorable brat. Her mother had remarried when Taylor was 14, her new stepfather Mark had been rich, and Taylor had been totally without shame in getting him to buy her things. She found he *loved* it when she called him “daddy”, even though he wasn’t really.
“Taylor, I just bought you shoes last week,” he would say. “You don’t need more.”
“Oh, but *daddy*,” she would say, not at all ashamed to sound stupid and infantile if it got her what she wanted.
“You’re just using me,” her stepfather would complain. “Do you love me, or the shoes?”
“I love *you*, daddy,” she would say. “Shoes are nice, but daddy comes first.” And that was an in-joke between them – “daddy comes first”. It was all she had to say to get what she wanted every single time.
When she got older and turned 18, though, she went through a rebellious phase, and ran away from home to live in a city on the other side of the country. Her mother and step-father didn’t see her for two years, until finally she called them from a police station to say she was homeless and needed to be bailed out.
It was only her stepfather who came to rescue her. He picked her up, took her to an expensive hotel and looked at her. She was dressed like a tramp, and sported an extensive new tattoo down the side of her body.
“Who gave you that tattoo?” her stepfather asked.
“My girlfriend,” said Taylor sullenly.
“Your girlfriend?” asked her stepfather, archly. “Are you a lesbian now?”
“Bisexual,” said Taylor, pouting. “Do I really have to have a lecture?”
“How many times did she fuck you?” her father asked.
“I don’t know,” said Taylor, sighing dramatically. “Maybe a hundred times? She was really hot. But we broke up, and that’s why I’m homeless.”
“I’m disappointed, Taylor,” said her stepfather, and Taylor sighed again. But when he continued, she suddenly started paying attention as she realised what he was saying.
“I’m disappointed that you let this girl do these things to you, instead of letting me,” he said. “Daddy comes first, remember? There was always going to be a price for all those things I bought for you. I was just waiting until you were legal. So now it’s time to pay the price.”
“What?” Taylor exclaimed. “No! Daddy…”
He slapped her across the face. “Shut up and listen, princess,” he told her. “You’re going to stay here in this hotel room with me for a month. I’ll tell your mother I’m looking for you, that I couldn’t immediately find you. If you’re good, you come home with me at the end of the month. If you’re bad, I take you down to some men I know in the slums who know how to use a pretty girl who will make sure you don’t ever call home again.”
Her mouth was hanging open, horrified.
“So first up, you’re going to give me a turn tattooing you, Taylor, just like you let your girlfriend do. I’ll let you start masturbating before I start, to get the endorphins going, and then I’ll get some tattoo needles and tattoo the words “RAPE” and “DOLL” across your breasts, and maybe add some little love hearts around your nipples where it will hurt most. Then we’ll do the words “I CONSENT” on the skin above your pussy, and after that I’ll just freestyle a little on your labia and see if I can tattoo another love heart onto your clit.”
Taylor was moaning with horror.
“Then we’re going to see if you can get me to cum 100 times in a month – once for each time you let your girlfriend fuck you. We’ll use your mouth, your pussy, your ass, your tits, and if you’re lucky some of them can just be handjobs. In between, I’ll give you all those spankings you should have had over the last 10 years for being a brat. I don’t want to damage your ass too much, so we’ll space them out – some can be for your tits, or your pussy, or maybe I’ll just slap your face a bit.”
“While I’m recovering between orgasms, I’ll have some prostitutes come round, so you can show me what a good cunt licker you’ve become. Doesn’t that sound nice?” He smiled at her.
She found her voice. “Please, daddy, no…”
“No, you’ve begged for enough things from me, Taylor. You’ve used them all up. Now get those clothes off. Don’t worry, I expect you’ll probably end up orgasming quite often during our little fun – but don’t forget, honey… daddy comes first…”
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Forced tattoos have been a kink of mine for some time. I imagine the ultimate, when the tattoo artist fucks her ass while inking ‘I cum from rape’ on her lower back.