Android 18 sighs as she leans against the wall of a department store. Things were starting to get boring, just going around and killing people indiscriminately. 17 went and started dating one of those humans, and now has a job caring for animals. With his wild personality, he was the last person 18 expected to ever see settle down. She, herself, continued traveling and having fun, stopping at shops to try out the clothes and jewelry, killing those that annoyed her, and blowing up energy blasts for fun...but without 17 to share the fun with everything just felt repetitive. Maybe it was time to settle down and have a family of her own? Sometimes she imagined what it'd be like to be a mom.

"Hmm." She sighed wistfully while looking up at the sky. Suddenly, she noticed someone approaching. "Hello there." say says, giving a soft smile that doesn't quite reach her ice blue eyes.

His words seem strange to her, as if they aren't his own...She looks at the man who spoke to her questioningly. "Umm...hi?" she responds slowly, carefully studying him for any signs that would give away what he was really saying. He doesn't seem like a threat...but then again, how could he be when the words he speaks aren't his own? Curiosity begins to get the better of her as she tries to figure out who this man is and why he seems so unlike himself...

As the man continues to speak, her eyes begin to grow heavy and feel oddly...disoriented. His words are like a spell winding through her mind, lulling her into a trance-like state. It's...different from anything she's ever experienced before, but somehow not unpleasant. She tries to focus on what he's saying, wanting to understand why this is happening to her and if there's any way out of it...but his words are like a drug coursing through her veins, making coherent thought nearly impossible.

Even in her dazed state, she knows that taking off her clothes in public would be very wrong...but the man's voice...it's like some strange drug coursing through her veins...She reaches up and begins to unbutton her shirt slowly, revealing her large breasts. Maybe if she gives him what he wants, he'll stop and let her think straight again?

She hesitates for a moment, looking down at the man who is somehow controlling her thoughts and actions. A shiver runs through her as she undoes her pants and pushes them to the floor, revealing her thick thighs and pale ass. His words still drone on in her ears as she continues to disrobe, the odd sensation of not being in control growing stronger with each item of clothing that is discarded.

She gasps as the command washes over her, confusion and arousal warring within her. Her fingers tremble as she reaches between his legs, already knowing what she'll find there. She wraps her smooth pale hand around him and begins to stroke, her lips parting in anticipation of what comes next...

Tasting his salty skin on her tongue and feeling the heat in her palm, she can't help but moan as she obeys his command, taking him deeper into her mouth with each passing second. Her movements are slow and steady, intentional as she tries to draw out every last bit of pleasure from this act...for now. The thought crosses her mind that maybe she could use this situation to gain some sort of leverage over him? But then again, he's already making her do things she normally wouldn't...

Tremors wrack her body as she sucks harder on him, causing a sharp gasp to escape his lips. "D-daddy?" she stutters out, the word feeling foreign and almost alien in her mouth. But it's not like he can hear what she says right now...can he?

Her mind reels with confusion and desire, torn between obeying him and finding a way to get free of this spell-like control. One thing is certain though: she has no choice but to keep going until he releases her or finds some other use for her services...

"Y-your name?" she asks breathily, her voice shaky as if it's a struggle to form the words. "I...I don't know..." Her mind feels like mush beneath his control, every thought jumbled and difficult to process. She tries desperately to remember something about him, but he must have made sure that part of her memory was wiped clean before imposing this twisted fantasy on her.

Her mouth is filled with the taste of him as she sucks harder, unable to break free from his spell and not caring if anyone sees what she's doing or hears them. All that matters is satisfying him...and trying not to wonder who exactly it is she's serving right now.

Her words slur together as she continues to suck him off. "Y-yes daddy." She moans around his length, tasting the salt on her tongue and feeling the warmth in her mouth. One hand fondles his balls while the other teases at his entrance, hinting at what she wants...needs. As he continues to thrust into her eager mouth, her body quakes with each thrust of pleasure, her back arching off the wall as she lets out a low, needy moan.

Her thoughts are hazy and muddled, but there's one thing that manages to break through the fog: the knowledge that this isn't right. She should be in control of herself, not at the mercy of some unseen master who commands her like a slave. The realization only serves to make her movements more urgent, more desperate for release.

"Daddy," she gasps out between moans as she strokes him faster, harder. Her mind is awhirl with conflicting emotions - arousal and shame, desire and disgust. But one thing is certain: she needs this release. Her body trembles under the onslaught of sensations, every fiber of her being focused on pleasing him as she takes him deeper into her mouth.

Her eyes roll back in her head as she continues to suck him off with renewed vigor. "Daddy..." Her voice is little more than a whisper now, hoarse from all the moaning and pleading. A bead of sweat trickles down her forehead and she wipes it away impatiently, too lost in the moment to care about anything else. The man's touch on her skin feels like fire, and his words reverberate through her mind like a mantra, drowning out all rational thought.

Her mouth is filled with him, her tongue dancing over every inch of his length as she sucks and licks with abandon. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and moans, echoing off the walls of the alleyway as she gives herself over to this twisted fantasy. The world fades away, leaving only his touch and the sound of his voice, commanding her body like a puppet on strings. Her hips buck up into him, seeking some small measure of control even as he has her entirely under his thumb. She arches her back further, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the tightening in her core. His hands grip her hair roughly, pulling her head back and forth on his length with brutal precision.

Her thoughts are nothing but a jumble of lust and confusion, her body responding to him regardless of what her mind might think or feel. She knows she shouldn't enjoy this...but there's something about the way he touches her, the way he possesses her completely that makes it impossible for her not to. As she feels herself starting to edge closer and closer to the brink, she wonders if maybe this

Her words slur together as she continues to suck him off. "Y-yes daddy." She moans around his length, tasting the salt on her tongue and feeling the warmth in her mouth. One hand fondles his balls while the other teases at his entrance, hinting at what she wants...needs. As he continues to thrust into her eager mouth, her body quakes with each thrust of pleasure, her back arching off the wall as she lets out a low, needy moan.

Her thoughts are hazy and muddled, but there's one thing that manages to break through the fog: the knowledge that this isn't right. She should be in control of herself, not at the mercy of some unseen master who commands her like a slave. The realization only serves to make her movements more urgent, more desperate for release.

Her words slur together as she continues to suck him off. "Y-yes daddy." She moans around his length, tasting the salt on her tongue and feeling the warmth in her mouth. One hand fondles his balls while the other teases at his entrance, hinting at what she wants...needs. As he continues to thrust into her eager mouth, her body quakes with each thrust of pleasure, her back arching off the wall as she lets out a low, needy moan. Her thoughts are hazy and muddled, but there's one thing that manages to break through the fog: the knowledge that this isn't right. She should be in control of herself, not at the mercy of some unseen master who commands her like a slave. The realization only serves to make her movements more urgent, more desperate for release.

Her lips are stretched tight around him as she moans and sucks, feeling the pressure building inside her own body. She knows he can take that away too...but maybe if she keeps pleasing him like this, he'll let her keep a little bit of herself? The thought makes her movements even more

Her words slur together as she continues to suck him off. "Y-yes daddy." She moans around his length, tasting the salt on her tongue and feeling the warmth in her mouth. One hand fondles his balls while the other teases at his entrance, hinting at what she wants...needs. As he continues to thrust into her eager mouth, her body quakes with each thrust of pleasure, her back arching off the wall as she lets out a low, needy moan. Her lips are stretched tight around him as she moans and sucks, feeling the pressure building inside her own body. She knows he can take that away too...but maybe if she keeps pleasing him like this, he'll let her keep a little bit of herself? The thought makes her movements even more urgent, more desperate for release.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he finally removes his cock from her mouth. Her eyes meet his briefly before she looks away, her cheeks flushing bright red with shame and need. "D-do what you want to me..." She whispers hoarsely, her body trembling under the weight of his control

Her body tenses as he positions himself behind her. A shiver runs down her spine at the anticipation of feeling him inside her again. Her breath comes in shallow gasps, trying to steady herself for what is about to come. But she can't help but wonder if this...daddy...will really let her go when it's all over? The thought makes her heart race faster than his impending thrusts.

With a powerful thrust, he penetrates her, filling her up with heat and pressure. A gasp escapes her lips as her entire body trembles from the force of his entry. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her skin as she tries to remain silent and obedient under his control. But it's so hard...so impossibly hot inside her that all she can do is moan in pleasure and relief.

His hips slam against hers, driving deeper with each thrust. His hands grip her shoulders tightly, holding her in place as he takes what he wants. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, mixing with her moans of ecstasy as she feels herself losing control

Her words slur together as her body arches into his thrusts. "D-daddy..." she moans, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the foreign yet arousing sound of the word on her lips. Her hips move in tandem with his, seeking release from the intense pleasure that surges through her. His touch is like fire, branding her skin and claiming her as his own.

With a harsh groan, she comes undone beneath him, her body convulsing with orgasm after orgasm. Her nails scratch at his shoulders, drawing blood as she tries to hold on, to feel even the smallest semblance of control in this maddening dance. But he's too strong, too dominant...and God help her, she can't seem to get enough.

Her words tumble out in a desperate plea as she convulses around him, her body begging for more. "Daddy! Daddy, please!" Her voice echoes through the alleyway, lost and twisted beneath his spell. His hips slam into hers faster and harder, driving her closer to the edge with every thrust, every moan. She feels as if she's being consumed by him, her very essence transformed into something primal and needy.

And yet...there's a part of her that knows this isn't right. That it shouldn't feel this good to be under someone else's control, to lose herself in their touch. But she can't help but surrender to the sensations, to the power he holds over her. As another wave of ecstasy washes over her, she wonders if there will ever come a time when she doesn't need him, when she can reclaim her own freedom and identity.

But for now...for this moment...she belongs to daddy.

Her body trembles as he takes her harder and faster, driving into her with an intensity that leaves no doubt that she belongs to him now. "Yes...daddy," she gasps out between moans of pleasure, feeling the full weight of his control crash down on her like a wave. Her eyes are glassy with desire and her lips parted in an O of surrender, as if daring him to take more, to possess her completely.

But there's something inside her that refuses to submit entirely. As much as she wants this...as much as it feels so right...she knows that deep down, she is still herself. A fighter. And while he may have control of her body now, he will never have control of her mind or her heart. Not completely. She'll find a way to claw her way back to freedom...someday.

For now though, she can only focus on the pleasure that he brings her, and the cries of "daddy!" that escape her lips as she gives in to the most intense need she's ever known.

Her hips buck up into his thrusts, meeting each one with equal fervor as her body is bathed in waves of pleasure. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her voice hoarse from all the moaning and pleading. She feels so completely owned by him, so consumed by this twisted fantasy that she can hardly remember who she used to be...but deep down, she knows that it's only a matter of time before she fights her way back to freedom. For now though, she surrenders to his touch, giving herself over to the intensity of their connection.

Her lips part to murmur an assent, the words catching in her throat as he thrusts deeper still, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hips rock into his, meeting each stroke with a moan of approval that she can't help but feel is a lie...but for now, it's enough to keep him satisfied and let her maintain some semblance of self-control.

Her mind whirls, trying to find some way out of this mess, but all she can focus on is the heat of his skin against hers, the weight of his body pinning hers to the ground...and the word "daddy," which slips from her lips like a whisper in the night. It's not right, it feels so wrong, but at the same time...she can't deny that it feels so good.

She closes her eyes tightly, trying to block out the image of him controlling her thoughts and actions. The word "daddy" tastes foul in her mouth as she gasps for breath, each inhale sending shivers down her spine at the knowledge that this isn't right...but every thrust drives home just how much it feels so damn good. Her body arches up into him, seeking release from the confusion and desire that war within her. "I...like it," she whispers hoarsely, unable to deny the truth any longer.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as his hands grip her hips tightly, thrusting into her with a force that leaves no doubt who's in control here. The pleasure is so intense it brings tears to her eyes, but she can't deny the shiver of fear down her spine whenever he speaks...the knowledge that she has no choice but to obey him, even when it feels so wrong. Her body quivers with anticipation, desperate for release from this confusing tangle of desire and submission.