Imogen Gets Stuck

This is a fantasy story. I believe it is perfectly OK to have sexual fantasies, even dark ones, so long as you never act on them.

I know that I occasionally refer to the young woman as a 'girl'. However all characters are 18+

Imogen's stepfather Gregory was already in a bad mood when he returned home after dropping off her mother at her 'Spa retreat'. 'Spa retreat' was their euphemism for yet another cosmetic surgery operation that Gregory was expected to pay for.

Imogen's mother was in her late forties and was fighting a losing battle against time. The cosmetic operations were expensive, however the results were starting to make her look ridiculous rather than more beautiful. She had had so much work done that she now looked permanently surprised.

Gregory was getting bored by her and she knew it. She was also rapidity turning into a drunk; downing at least a bottle and a half of his expensive wine each night.

He wasn't married to Imogen's mother and they had not had any children together. His own son Bill and her daughter Imogen had been from previous relationships.

He had already taken legal advice and, although he might be forced to pay a small amount of alimony, the limited rights of a common-law wife meant that it should be easily affordable. She however would be left with very little compared with her current lifestyle.

He had replaced his first wife with Imogen's mother ten years ago. It was about time that he traded her in for a newer model.

As his car rolled up the drive he was annoyed that he could hear Bill's 'Death Metal' music blasting out from the basement where he lurked. What would the neighbors think? seethed Gregory.

Bill was twenty one, unemployed and a total slacker. He had wasted his expensive private education and left school without any qualifications. Now all he did was get stoned and listen to horrible music while he lived off of the proceeds of his father's hard work.

Gregory opened the garage door he was even more annoyed to see Imogen's bicycle lying discarded on the floor and blocking his way. 'Inconsiderate cow!' he thought as he shifted his car into 'park' and got out to move the obstruction.

As he picked up her bicycle his eyes fell on a big smear of dried creamy liquid on the saddle. Gregory gave her saddle a quick sniff and knew immediately what it was it was; it smelt of pussy and dried semen.

"Dirty little slut!" he whispered under his breath. Imogen had clearly fucked someone without protection and had then dripped cum all over her bicycle seat.

Imogen had been living under his roof for the last ten years, but Gregory hadn't spent any time bringing her up; that was her mother's job.

However, in the last few years he couldn't help noticing how beautiful Imogen was becoming. She would wander around his house dressed only in a t-shirt and panties, completely oblivious to the effect that her hot teenage body had on Gregory and, judging by his slack-jawed stares, his son Bill.

These days, every time Gregory 'rode' Imogen's mother, it was Imogen that he fantasied about. He wished that it was her pussy that he was shafting rather than that of her drunk has-been mother.

If that silly little slut gets herself pregnant then there was no way that he would put up with someone else's mewling brat living in his house. Imogen and her mother could get the hell out.

Gregory had paid for the roof over Imogen's head, her food, her cloths, her education, expensive foriegn holidays and her allowance. It seemed very unfair that she was letting someone else fuck her and not him.

He parked his car and entered the house from the door at the back of the garage. He was going to give both Bill and Imogen a piece of his mind.

He had intended to go and shout at Bill first, but on the way he passed the utility room. Kneeling on the floor and rummaging inside the drum of the dryer was Imogen.

She had her back to him and was wearing her favorite old pink nightie. She had had that nightie for years and it was getting too small for her eighteen-year-old body. He gave her plenty of money for new cloths and he could not understand why she didn't get rid of it. Maybe it was some kind of comforter for her? Still, it looked quite cute and it made her look younger than her real age.

She didn't hear him approach, his footsteps were drowned out by the steady beat of Bill's music.

He had worked hard for his success and he resented that Imogen had such a carefree life. Imogen, her mother and his own son were basically parasites living off of him.

Why was she was letting someone else fuck her? Why not him? Why was she risking having unprotected sex with some worthless young man? It should be his seed that was inside of her! The little slut needed a damn good thrashing!

His fury and jealousy completely boiled over and, with one violent move, Gregory grabbed Imogen by the hips and pushed her into the dryer. There was a clonk and and cry of pain as her head hit the back of the drum.

"Stupid little bitch!" he hissed and brought his hand down with a hard smack onto her perfect ass.

"Stop it!" wailed Imogen but once he had started he found that he almost couldn't stop.

Spank after spank rained down. Slowly but surely the blows were hitching up her little pink nighty, pulling its hem up over her buttocks. Her puffy pussy was completely exposed and Gregory couldn't take his eyes off of it.

He felt Imogen wriggling frantically to escape and there were loud banging noises as her body bumped against the drum of the dryer. But, try as she might, he had her head and shoulders helplessly trapped inside.

"Bill stop it" she wailed.

Gregory smiled evilly to himself. The stupid girl thought that it was her step brother who was spanking her. She clearly didn't know that anyone else was in the house.

His intentions changed; he no longer thought about just punishing her, he wanted to fuck the little slut. His cock reared up and strained against his trousers.

He stopped spanking her and his fingers slid down her bum and in between her legs until he was cupping her young pussy.

"Bill don't touch me there!" came a cry of outrage

Her little cunt was almost hot to the touch. He pulled the lips of her vulva apart with a finger and thumb revealing the tight pink tunnel of her vagina. It was already wet and creamy inside - ready to be fucked.

"You're my stepbrother, its not right!" pleaded Imogen.

But Gregory had long since passed the point of no return; He pulled out his cock. It felt as hard as a steel bar in his hand. He lined it up with her little hole and started to push.

"What are you doing?" came a plaintive cry from inside the dryer

It took quite a lot of pressure before he felt her tight entrance succumb.

"Stop it! Its going up inside of me!" wailed Imogen

He looked down with glee as her pussy lips stretched around his shaft. Slowly but surely he impaled the wriggling young woman with his cock. Her teenage cunt felt so good; so tight that it gripped his penis all the way down, hot like an oven and wet as if he were sliding into oil.

"You mustn't... Oh god!" came a hopeless whimper from inside of the dryer.

Gregory held her firmly, one hand gripping either side of her slim waist. Imogen's struggling seemed to lessen the deeper he pushed; as if her body had surrendered to the inevitable.

"Oh yes!" he hissed to himself as he reveled in the incredible sensation of impaling his stepdaughter with his rock-hard penis. He was sheathed all the way up inside of her as deep as he could go; his middle aged belly resting against her bottom, his pubic hair pressed hard against her soft mound.

Then he started to fuck her with long hard strokes.

She had stopped pleading with him and now just gasps and moans emanated from inside of the dryer.

He didn't care about Imogen; he had paid for her for ten years and she owed him. He would do what he wanted with her. Her pussy felt wonderful, it was everything that he had fantasized that it would be.

Gregory looked down almost mesmerized; seeing her cute bottom with her hitched up pink nighty and his thick cock plunging in and out of her. His shaft was wet with her creamy juices and there was a wet slapping noise each time he slammed it into her. Her tight little cunt felt so good that he knew that he wasn't going to last long.

He was panting now, sweat running down his back with the effort. His climax was approaching rapidly, his balls ached for release and he knew that he could not hold on.

He felt a wicked thrill at the thought of what he was about to do to her. He had known from the moment that he had pushed his cock into her; that he wasn't going to pull out until after he had finished. The silly little slut had let other men cum inside of her, why not him? He was going to pump her young womb full of his seed.

He pushed as deep inside her as he could. His cock throbbed violently and he groaned in ecstasy he shot jet after jet of his thick semen into her.

"Oh yes!" he moaned.

Imogen cried out and he felt her lithe young body jerk and spasm.

Gregory smiled wickedly to himself; he had forced the little slut to cum on his cock! He didn't care that she might feel pleasure, what he loved was the feeling of power that it gave him.

He took a couple of minutes to recover, relishing the feeling of his cock slowly softening inside of his stepdaughter. He could hear pitiful snuffles and whimpers coming from the dryer but he didn't care. The little slut owed him.

When he finally pulled out he watched satisfied as her tight pink hole relaxed back from being stretched. As it narrowed, a thick stream of his semen oozed out of her before splattering down onto the utility room floor.

"Dirty little slut!" he snarled under his breath, before zipping up his flies and getting to his feet.

As he left the room, he gazed back down at Imogen. She had remained motionless, still half inside of the dryer. Her nightie was still hitched up over her fine young bottom and below that, her well-fucked pussy was leaking onto the floor. He had given his own stepdaughter a 'creampie'.

Whatever else might happen, this image would stay with him for the rest of his life.

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Imogen had stayed in bed late that morning. She was recovering from her ordeal the night before when she had been ravished by the repulsive Janitor at the indoor swimming pool. The Janitor, or 'Lurky' as some people called him, was simple minded but that hadn't stopped him; her womb was full of his cum.

She felt so dirty and humiliated. She was a good person, why did these horrible things keep happening to her? Was it her fault? Did she somehow deserve it? It was not the first time that a man had held her down and 'used' her.

What worried her most was that she had found it incredibly exciting; being helpless and vulnerable while a man fucked her against her will. Her climaxes when she was being 'taken' had been the most intense that she had ever felt. What was wrong with her? Had she subconsciously wanted it to happen?

She lay there until almost noon. What finally forced her out of bed was calculating that she was at the most fertile time of her cycle. She really needed to get to a pharmacy and buy a 'morning after' pill as soon as she could.

She got up, had a quick shower and set about getting dressed. However, when she looked in her underwear draw for some fresh panties she discovered that it was empty.

She had purchased lots of underwear, but she never seemed to be able to find any. She was starting to suspect that her horrible stepbrother Bill was coming into her bedroom and steeling them.

Bill was a few years older than Imogen and lived in the basement. She didn't like him much. Once she had walked in on him and caught him wanking into a sock; the worst thing about that was that it was one of her own gym socks that he was sullying. She hated to think of him spurting cum into the toe of her little white ankle sock. She also didn't like the way he looked at her; as if he was undressing her with his gaze.

She knew that the house keeper had put on a big load of washing the day before and she guessed that there would be some clean cloths for her down in the utility room.

She could hear Bill's crappy music blasting out from his basement lair and she worried about bumping into him while naked. She quickly put on her old pink nightie to cover her modesty before hurrying downstairs to the utility room.

The utility room was in the basement and had a big washing machine and dryer in one corner. The cleaner had been busy yesterday; the room was full of cloths and sheets stacked in piles or hanging up on drying racks.

She looked around for a while without finding her own cloths. Then she saw that the dryer door was ajar and she could see that there was a 'whites' load still inside it.

Imogen knelt down and started rummaging through the cloths. The dryer had finished its program and cloths were dry. It didn't take long for her to find a pair fresh panties.

She didn't hear anyone approach, but suddenly and without warning, someone grabbed her and pushed her forwards. They forced her head and shoulders actually inside of the dryer.

Her head bumped hard against the back of the drum and then her face was pushed down amongst the cloths. Someone's hand was holding her down and, although she struggled, she was held firmly in place inside of the dryer.

She gave a yell of protest and anger, but this immediately turned into a cry of pain as an open hand smacked down hard on her bum.

"Stop it" she screamed as spank after spank battered her bottom.

What the hell was happening? She was at home where she should be safe!

She hated it but, as before when the old man had spanked her, she could feel herself getting wet. She could also feel that her nightie was riding up a little further with each blow, exposing her more and more until the hand was smacking down directly onto her bare bottom.

"Bill stop it!" She yelled. She was certain that it was her stepbrother who was assaulting her.

The blows finally ceased, but any relief was short lived; the hand that had been spanking her slid over her buttocks and down between her legs until it cupped her tender pussy.

Imogen was now in a complete panic.

"Bill don't touch me there!" she wailed as she thrashed wildly to escape.

She knew that he could see everything. She felt him ease open her pussy lips and she realized that he could see how wet she was.

The hand moved off of her pussy and grabbed her firmly by the waist. Then to her horror she felt something hard bump against her vulva.

"What are you doing?" She wailed. In her heart she knew exactly what was going to happen; she was going to be fucked by her own stepbrother.

She felt her pussy lips forced apart and something stiff pushing against the tight entrance to her vagina.

She tried to tense up, trying to to deny him entry. But the hard penis mercilessly forced its way inside of her anyway. Her body was betraying her; her own juices were easing the way of her abuser.

"Stop it! Its going up inside of me!" She screamed, but she knew that he was not going to stop now.

Her poor pussy, ravished only the night before, was once again painfully stretched as a thick cock slowly forced its way into her.

When his penis was completely sheathed inside of her, her attacker paused briefly, apparently enjoying the view. He was looking down at her; helplessly impaled on his cock. She felt so humiliated.

Then with powerful strokes he started to fuck her.

As he pounded away, all that she could do was moan and whimper and her head was forced deep into the pile of cloths in the bottom of the dryer.

He was pushing down on her waist forcing her back to arch and tilting her hips so that he could fuck her as deeply as possible. His cock pounded against her cervix sending shocks through her young body.

She was dripping wet and she could feel the heat building up inside of her. Her vagina gripped his cock tighter. She could hear the wet squelching sound as her pussy was soundly shafted.

She hated her stepbrother with all her heart, but being fucked felt so good.

She hated herself as well, because she knew that he was going to make her cum.

Until the end, she still nursed the forlorn hope that he might pull out and not cum inside of her. But suddenly her assailant groaned and she felt his cock twitch violently, hot fluid filled her.

She couldn't help it; she cried out in ecstasy as her own orgasm swept through her.

He had made her cum. She hated him! it wasn't fair! She felt so used and humiliated. Big tears welled up in her eyes and she sobbed into the cloths that wrapped around her

She could feel him watching her even after he had pulled his cock out of her. She knew that he was leering at her poor abused pussy, reveling in what he had just done to her.

"Dirty little slut!" hissed a voice from behind her.

Imogen was outraged, she wasn't a slut! He had forced himself on her! How could he say that?

She heard him leave, but she stayed cocooned inside the cloths for at least another ten minutes before she finally dragged herself out of the dryer.

She dried her eyes and staggered to her feet on shaky legs, almost slipping on the puddle of semen in the process. Once she had grabbed some clean cloths, she hurried back to her bedroom. As soon as she got there she locked the door and barricaded herself in.

Imogen knew that she was the innocent victim in all these assaults, but at the back of her mind a niggling inner voice kept taunting her; Maybe you are a slut? Maybe you deserved this? Maybe you wanted this to happen?

It was not until many hours later, when she heard the sound of her stepbrother's motor bike revving away down the road, did she finally risk coming out again.

By then she had decided; she would not let her stepbrother get away with this. She would go and tell her stepfather what his son had done to her.

This is only a fantasy; I don't think for a second that women really enjoy being raped.

A big thank you to Ivy Desire for proofreading my story.

I have a few ideas for a final installment with more misadventures for poor Imogen. :P

I hope that you enjoyed my story. Any feedback or constructive criticism gratefully received.