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 approached her stepfather Gregory in his study later that evening.

She was determined to tell him what had happened and to demand, at the very least, that her stepbrother was kicked out of the house.

Her stepfather listened while she told him how his son had forced himself on her in the laundry room.

The conversion didn't go as Imogen had hoped.

"If my son fucked you, then its probably because you wanted it!" he snapped.

Imogen was completely flabbergasted by his response. "He forced me, I would never have willingly let him have sex with me!"

"Its not the first time that you've let your pussy be used is it?" he retorted "I saw the cum smeared all over your bicycle seat; you let some low-life fuck you and you didn't even make him use a condom."

Imogen flushed with embarrassment "I was assaulted at the swimming pool! I didn't want it to happen!"

Her stepfather marched out of his study. Imogen followed after him trying to make him understand.

"So, now you are accusing another man of forcing himself on you as well?" he ranted "Apparently everywhere you go, men just can't help fucking you. Is that what you are saying?"

"Yes! I mean No! I was assaulted. It wasn't my fault!" Imogen was completely flustered by now.

"First some random man at the swimming pool and now you accuse my son?" he barked as he strode ahead of her up the staircase.

"Yes they forced me!" she sobbed.

"You know what I think? I think that you are a silly little slut who lets men fuck her and then afterwards pretends that it was all against her consent." he replied.

"I didn't! I wouldn't!" big tears of anger welled up and rolled down Imogen's pretty face.

"How dare you make allegations against my son!" he shouted "I have some good friends in the police and I'll make sure any accusations you make are dealt with with the contempt that they deserve."

Her stepfather strode into Imogen's bedroom and then turned to face her. "Pack up your things! Get out of my house! Go and pack up your mother's bags as well as your own! I'm sick of the both of you!"

"That's not fair!" she replied; horrified that she and her alcoholic mother were being punished rather than her attacker "Where would we go? Where would we live?"

"I'll tell you what; I own a rental property on the Larkness estate. I'll let you and your mother stay there for a few months. The flat has got a black mold problem and there's only one bedroom, but you can share!" he sneered

The Larkness estate was the worst estate in the city, run down and crime-ridden. Imogen stared at her stepfather in disbelief "My mother is sick, you know that she is! She cant survive on her own. Don't do this to us." she pleaded.

"There is an alternative" mused her stepfather "Firstly; you stop telling lies about my son or anyone else for that matter. You never mention it again to anyone."

Imogen felt that she had no choice and nodded sullenly.

"Secondly from now on you do what ever I tell you to do when I tell you to do it"

She just looked at the floor, feeling utterly helpless.

"Okay. For a start you can call me 'daddy' from now on."

Imogen was confused; In the ten years that she had lived there, she had only ever called her stepfather by his first name 'Gregory'. She really didn't like the way this was going.

"I don't understand" she stammered.

"You don't have to understand, you just do what I tell you." he snapped.

"Yes Okay." she felt defeated.

"Yes what?" he said.

"Yes daddy" she muttered staring at the floor.

He reached out and grabbed her under her chin lifting her face to look up at him.

"You are going to be a 'good girl' and be nice to your daddy." he cooed.

Imogen stepped back, suddenly very frightened. She felt the backs of her legs bump against the edge of her bed.

All it took was a light push and Imogen found herself flat on her back with Gregory on top of her

"What are you doing?" she gasped.

"Daddy is going to fuck your slutty little cunt!" he drooled.

"Please No!" She lifted up her feet to try to push him off of her. However, he avoided them and shifted his body so that he was lying between her legs. She struggled, but could no longer get into position to kick out at him. All that her wriggling achieved was to spread her legs around his body so that his belly was now pressing against her crotch.

In desperation she tried to scratch his face, but he took hold of both of her wrists, pinning them into the bed above her head, clamped in one of his strong hands.

With his other hand he reached down and yanked her panties to one side before pulling his own trousers down.

His fat cock sprang out and was sandwiched between them. As they wrestled on the bed it slapped heavily against her belly. Imogen looked down at it, terrified about what was going to happen. It looked so big, purple and angry.

"Please Don't!" she whimpered. "I don't want to!"

"You have to learn that a 'good girl' obeys her daddy." he replied.

Her stepfather was much stronger than she was and Imogen knew that she was going to lose the struggle; he was going to stick his cock inside of her and there was nothing that she that could do to stop it.

She didn't want to be fucked, but she knew that it was going to happen and her pussy started to lubricate in anticipation.

She felt his hot hand grab her between her legs and he pushed a finger into her vagina.

"Good girl!" he said grinning down at her.

Imogen flushed pink; her stepfather could feel how wet she was becoming.

"I don't want to!" she wailed but her stepfather ignored her.

He slid back down her body until the head of his cock was rubbing against her slit and then he pushed forward.

She looked down almost mesmerized with horror as his fat cock started its relentless slide into her, stretching her tight vagina. With short thrusts he, slowly but surely, impaled her. Between each thrust he withdrew a little and his cock pulled out glistening with her juices.

Finally he was all the way inside of her, painfully stretching her poor little pussy to the limit. The head of his cock pressing against the entrance to her womb and his heavy testicles resting against her ass.

Imogen looked up at her stepfather's face. He was leering down at her, watching the expression on her face intently. He was 'getting off' on watching her reactions.

His gaze was so intrusive that she had to look away. She squeezed her eyes closed and tried to block out what was happening.

Even with her eyes tight shut she could feel his wicked glaze on her as he fucked her.

She hated her stepfather with all her heart, but his cock felt so good. Soon she was moaning and gasping and she could feel the heat building in her belly. Her vagina gripped his thrusting penis tighter and tighter.

Suddenly he stopped moving.

Imogen was so close to her climax that she almost wailed in frustration.

She opened her eyes to see her stepfather looking down at her grinning. He knew that she was close to her orgasm and he was playing with her.

"Tell you're daddy that you want to be fucked!" he demanded.

She shook her head angrily; she would not give him the satisfaction.

He waited until her arousal had faded before he started fucking her again.

It felt so good. Her climax was nearly there.

He stopped again.

"I'm so close!" she wailed.

"Tell your daddy that you want his cock!" demanded her stepfather.

"Pig!" she snarled back at him.

Again he teased her, waiting until her arousal faded before fucking her again.

While he shafted her, she could feel his heavy balls slapping against her bottom. It felt so intense and her impending orgasm built and built.

The third time he stopped she couldn't help herself; she heard herself crying out as if it was someone else speaking. "Fuck me! Fuck me daddy! Make me cum please!"

"Good girl" he cooed.

Satisfied by her submissive pleading he started fucking her again. Hammering his fat cock into her with renewed vigor.

Imogen instinctively pulled her legs back to take his cock as deeply as possible.

"Make me!" she wailed.

"That's it! Take it you little slut" he gasped.

Then she felt his big cock twitch and spurt after spurt of hot thick fluid flooding her womb. Her own orgasm was the most intense and earth shattering climax that she had ever experienced.

She was completely insensible for a few seconds. When she came to, she realized that at some point he must have released her hands, because she found herself hugging him and her legs wrapped around his waist as if he was a lover.

"Now, thank your daddy!" he sneered.

She shook her head.

"Do it" he snarled.

Imogen felt so helpless.

"Thank you daddy" she mumbled.

"Louder!"

"Thank you daddy!" she sobbed.

"Good girl!" finally satisfied with her response, her stepfather pulled his fat cock out of her. He looked down, clearly pleased with himself, and admiring the thick stream of cum that poured from her tight young pussy.

Even after all of her other ordeals, Imogen had never felt so utterly defeated.

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Her mother was away and, over the next couple of weeks, her stepfather made Imogen sleep in his bed and fucked her every night.

She gave up trying to stop him and just did whatever he wanted; it seemed easier to let it happen and to get it over with. Why fight when she wasn't ever going to win?

Imogen was very glad when her mother came home from her 'spa retreat'. She hoped that Gregory would finally leave her alone.

She was wrong; her stepfather actively encouraged her mother to drink more. Most nights, after her mother had passed out, Gregory would come to her bedroom and 'enjoy' her.

He even removed the lock from Imogen's bedroom door so that she couldn't stop him coming in whenever he wanted.

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One night Imogen walked through the television room on her way to bed. Her stepfather and her mother were sitting on the couch.

Imogen wanted to say goodnight to her mother, but saw that she had already passed out snoring with an empty bottle of wine sitting on the table next to her.

Without warning Gregory grabbed Imogen and pulled her onto his lap, so that she was facing him.

She was only wearing a nightie under her dressing-gown. Before she could react, he had lifted the hem of her pink nightie and his fingers where fondling her eighteen-year-old pussy.

"No! Stop it!" she hissed as she struggled silently to stop him without waking her mother.

He just smiled evilly back at her as he pushed two fat fingers into her. She couldn't help it; he was making her wet.

"Whats going on?" slurred her mother.

Imogen froze in fear of being discovered. She felt too ashamed to let her mother know what was happening.

"There's nothing wrong with a girl snuggling up on her daddy's lap." said her stepfather and he continued to finger-fuck Imogen, clearly not caring if mother could see what he was doing to her daughter.

Her mother mumbled something incoherent, but within a few seconds she was snoring again.

Gregory now pulled his stiff cock out of his trousers and maneuvered Imogen onto it.

She tried to stop him, but she was also trying not wake her mother. They struggled in silence for a while, but he was too strong. Eventually he pulled her onto his penis and pushed her down until she was fully impaled upon it.

The fight went out of her, and they paused for a few seconds with Imogen skewered on his fat cock. She felt so stretched that her breath came out in rapid gasps.

Then, with a wicked grin, her stepfather started rocking his hips; initially his cock barely moving inside of her.

Imogen couldn't help but to respond and, before she knew it, she was sliding herself up and down on his hard shaft.

Very aware of her mother sleeping on the couch beside them. Imogen put her hand over her mouth to try to cover the sound of her own gasps and moans as they fucked.

"That's a good girl, ride your 'daddy'" whispered her stepfather into her ear.

She hated him, but his cock felt too good and she soon lost herself in the sensations; reveling in the friction of his fat cock skewering her vagina.

Her mother made a horrible snorting noise as she drifted back into consciousness.

Imogen froze again. She tried to calm her breathing and turned her head away so that her mother could not see how flushed her face was.

Thankfully her mother didn't appear to notice what was happening beside her; she just slurped the last dregs from her wineglass and, within a minute or so, was snoring again.

As soon as her mother was sleeping, her stepfather took hold of Imogen; his hands firmly gripping her ass and started pumping up into her, hard and fast.

She rested her face on his shoulder, not for intimacy, but desperately trying to stifle her moans as her orgasm approached.

Finally her stepfather groaned, his penis throbbed and he flooded her pussy with his hot semen. Imogen's own climax shot through her and she had to cram her own fist into her mouth and bite down on it to stop herself from crying out.

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A few nights later Gregory and her mother had gone out to a party; it sounded as if it was going to be an all-night event so Imogen hoped that, for once, she could sleep safely.

However, she was awoken at about 4am to the sound of a man staggering into her room. He had been drinking; she could smell beer on his breath.

Her stepfather usually turned the lights on when he fucked her; so that he could enjoy watching her face as he sullied her. However that night he 'took' her in the darkness.

Eventually she felt his fat cock buck and spurt inside of her.

He rolled off of her and Imogen lay there in the wet patch, his hot cum oozing out of her pussy. She thought that it was over and that she could go back to sleep.

However, he clearly had other ideas; he manhandled her onto her hands and knees and fucked her again from behind.

In spite of herself, she moaned and cried out when he forced her to climax.

When he had finished for the second time, he reached over and switched on her bedside light.

"You really are a dirty little slut!" came a sneering voice.

She looked around and was horrified to see that she had just been fucked by her stepbrother Bill.

"I know that you've been fucking my dad and I wanted to have a go!" slurred Bill as he got off of the bed and staggered drunkenly from the room.

"But you raped me in the laundry room..." she muttered after him.

Then she finally realized; it had been her stepfather who had trapped her in the tumble drier and raped her. Not her stepbrother after all.

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The next morning Imogen finally plucked up courage and told her mother what had been happening.

She wanted them both to escape from the house and go to the police.

It did not go as she had hoped.

"You think I don't know what you have been up to!" slurred her mother, it was before noon and she was already drunk. "Since when did you turn into a slut?"

"I was forced..." wailed Imogen; outraged at her mother's accusations.

It took a lot of persuasion before her mother grudgingly accepted that Imogen was telling the truth.

But her reaction was still not what Imogen wanted; her mother started pleading with her. "Please do what he wants!" she cried. "Gregory will leave me destitute if he kicks me out. I'm not married to him. I've got no rights. I can't survive on my own."

Imogen could not believe what her own mother was asking her to do.

"Women have to put up with a lot if they want to live in a big house and have nice things." She continued "I've had to put up with him pawing at me for the last ten years. Maybe its your turn now?"

Her mother also warned her not to go to the police. She told her that her stepfather was a dangerous man with friends in high places.

She told Imogen about his secretary, a pretty young polish woman, who had come to the house last year saying that she was pregnant by Gregory and demanding child support. The young woman had vanished soon after and no one had seen or heard from her since. Her parents came all the way from Poland trying to find her, but the local police had told them that she had probably gone abroad and that they weren't going to waste their time looking for her.

The only advice her mother gave Imogen was to start taking the contraceptive pill so that she wouldn't get pregnant.

Imogen felt trapped; not physically trapped nor held down by strong hands, but she was trapped none the less. If she left she would be poor; she could cope with that but her mother was too ill and too vulnerable to survive in the real world. She felt that she had no choice but to stay to protect her.

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A few weeks later, her stepfather organized one of his regular 'Poker nights' for some of his business associates.

As a child, when it was Poker night, Imogen had been banished to her bedroom and told not to come down stairs for any reason.

It had always been her mother's role to waitress for the guests, but this time her stepfather made Imogen be the waitress for the evening. It was her mother who was to be banished to her bedroom.

"Poker nights are important to your stepfather. Please do what you are told, you really don't want to cross him or his associates." warned her mother as she helped Imogen do her makeup and put on the dress her stepfather had picked out for her.

"Just do what Gregory tells you and the evening will soon be over." she said giving her daughter a hug.

"Do you want to try some of this?" asked her mother, pulling out a little bag of white powder. "It might make the evening more enjoyable." she added.

"Seriously mum! is that cocaine?" asked Imogen, appalled that her own mother was offering her drugs.

Her mother smiled back guiltily "It makes things a bit more fun!"

Imogen had always been against drugs and refused her mothers offer. Still, she couldn't help noticing that her mother looked very worried. Maybe there was something that her mother wasn't telling her?

The guests arrived one by one and Imogen was introduced to them as she took their coats.

Imogen felt ridiculous; her stepfather had made her wear one of her mothers sequined cocktail dresses. It was far shorter than she felt comfortable in; the hem of the dress barely covered the top of her legs. Imogen usually wore very little makeup and sported a 'natural look'. But tonight, her mother had caked so much makeup onto her face that she looked like one of those women who worked behind the cosmetics counter in a department store.

The guests were all unattractive middle aged men; there was a very fat sweaty barrister, a tall grey-haired man who was the head of the local police station, a pale man with a greasy comb-over who was apparently the Chair of the local council planning committee and finally a man who looked like a caricature mob boss. He bragged to Imogen about all of the lap dancing venues that he owned and even suggested that she might like to work for him.

Imogen forced a smile and declined his offer, before guiding the men to the poker room.

They settled around the card table and Imogen brought out drinks for them all.

Her stepfather had made her wear some of her mother's high-heeled shoes and Imogen wasn't used to walking in them. The glasses clinked and rattled as she tottered around desperately trying not to spill the drinks tray.

She may have felt ridiculous, but she couldn't help notice the lecherous leers of the middle aged men around the card table.