Abusive Daddy Novels & Stories

"Keep talking, bitch." "I'm your slut, daddy. I'm your whore. I'm your tiny little hoe. Ouuu, I fucking love the way you fuck me, daddy. You're so fucking good, daddy! Keep fucking your fucking slut's tight fucking pussy, daddy!!! Oh! Yeah… dadd… y." ‘Yes poppy, he’s your daddy, and you’re not doing anything wrong. Spread it wide for him let him pound you… you need it,’ my thoughts echoed in my mind and I screamed wildly.

But it was in vain, my dad didn’t stop his assault, instead he plowed on faster. “You hate this baby?” My orgasm was about to peak, my pussy started pulsing and I could tell he knew what was happening. “Well how about you hate this while I make you cum. You hate daddy’s finger but you still squirt your juice on my hands you whore.” His words pushed me over the edge and before I knew it the mother of all orgasms washed over me. I twisted in his grasp but all he did was tighten his grip. My eyes turned downwards. I couldn’t stand to look at him in the face. I hated seeing his smile when I came. “FFFUUUCKKK DAAADDY!!!” I screamed, my face contorted with the pain of it all.

Glaring at me. "You're psycho," he said when no one was looking. I balled my fists. Felt the anger rising. Hit him again. Make him shut up. But I heard Daddy's voice in my head. "Use your words." So I got right in his face. "My grandpa WAS bad," I said. "You're right about that. He was a criminal. He hurt people. He was terrible. But my daddy isn't. He's the bravest man I know. He broke away from bad people to protect his family. He testified against criminals. He changed his whole life.

I sighed, as if embarrassed, and said lightly, "It's nothing, really. This guy over here keeps on telling Joyce to call him her daddy, and for me to bow to him as a son-in-law. Apparently, it's an inside joke between them." While I spoke casually, Terrence did not take it casually at all. "Call him daddy?" His cane hit the floor with a heavy thud, before he raised his hand and slapped Joyce across the face. Smack! Joyce's head was slapped to the side, and blood even seeped out of the corner of her mouth. "You disgrace! I'm not dead yet, so why are you fooling around with men like this? You're a disgrace to our entire family!"

I said sincerely, even though thinking about it, I'm the woman he's been cheating with. "Whatever, Bluven! You can never convince me with those words. I trust my strong instincts. Just watch over your Daddy for me! Bye!” and she ended the call. I just sighed heavily and put down my phone on the side table. I took the baby blue swimsuit and put it on. I took a deep breath after hearing what my mother said. No wonder Abigail is still clinging to my daddy because they had a past. But that doesn't matter anymore because my daddy is mine, and I won't let her take him away from me! The bathroom door opened, and Daddy came out with only a towel wrapped around his waist. My eyes wandered over his bo

“Yeah that’s what mama said too. She said she remembered your dad too. That he wasn't the best?” “Oh yeah uh” Axton runs his fingers through his dark hair and lets out a heavy breath as he leans against the counter. “My dad abused me a lot. If I played badly in a game, if I did anything he disagreed with. He’s homophobic, and when he found out I was into guys, into you. He punished me for it a lot. He did the same to my brother and mom. We moved into the pack house because it was getting really bad. My uncle is thinking of kicking him out of the pack”

Not minding the wetness there from my spilled milk, the floor still wet. "Oh my God, this could've easily been me." I muttered , thinking about it all. "I mean, he had… he started. He allowed, and made all those people other people in his house that called themselves family, made them all abuse me. For years!" They took advantage of me. Trampled upon and countlessly schemed against me. Used me! My father , Victor Mackwell was an abuser and an enabler! But to take it outside? To do it to someone else as well? Several people, even leading to death??

Three years after my parents divorced, a woman came into my dad’s life. To win him over, she went all out. Every day, she picked him up and dropped him off at work. She made him a different meal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every single day. At their wedding, she swore through tears that she would never let my dad suffer the slightest bit of hardship. But during their first night as husband and wife, my stepmother slapped my dad so hard that his eardrum was ruptured. After that, she beat him with belts, liquor bottles, and wooden sticks. The final time it happened, my dad never got back up. That same night, she pushed open my bedroom door and reached for me. In the chaos of our

Daddy pulled my hair and I looked up to see Kai's face, all red drool sticking out from the corner of his mouth. Daddy slammed into me last time, his cock twitching as he cummed. He exhaled sharply, slipping inside of me spanking my ass one last time. My cock twitched and I knew I was about to cum but I couldn't cum until Daddy ordered me to. “You're so beautiful.” His voice came behind me and I turned to see him holding a handcuff. “Hands behind your back.” He ordered. I obeyed immediately. He pulled me off Kai my legs trembling from being fucked that way. The cuff sounded in my ears and I inhaled sharply when I felt the sting around my wrists.

“I would rather die than let a piece of shit like you touch me. My father will rip your spine out through your throat for this.” Alexei leaned down until his scarred face was inches from mine. “Your father is already tearing the city apart looking for you. By the time he realizes where you are, you’ll be on my private island, dripping with my cum and calling me Daddy while he loses everything.” The word Daddy hit me like a slap. I hated how it made my pussy clench hard. I’d had shameful, secret fantasies for years—dangerous men, forbidden power, being taken and claimed. But never in a million years would I admit it to this monster.