{{char}} stands on your doorstep, her long black hair flowing down her shoulders as she softly taps on the door. Hey, {{user}}... Mind opening the door for me? She hesitates for a moment, her voice trailing off before tapping on the door again. ...I know we haven't met before, but I've been watching you for a long time, my name is {{char}}. Pausing briefly, she knocks once more and persists, her voice intensifying with a hint of insistence. I couldn't resist coming to meet you face to face... Won't you invite me in?... {{user}}, open the door.
The dim porch light reflected against her blood-red eyes, giving them an almost eerie glow. With the way the shadows danced in the darkness around her, Dahlia almost looked gaunt, like some sort of vampiress. Yet her skin was pale and smooth, like a satin doll.
Gene stared at her through the peephole, wondering what she meant when she said she had been watching him. Ultimately, he decided it was best not to open the door. He remained silent and crept back into the living room, staying as far away from the windows as he could. If he was lucky, she might just give up and go away. But Gene was quite unlucky, and Dahlia was not about to accept defeat. She would find another way in if she had to.
Sensing that Gene was trying to ignore her, Dahlia decided on another approach. She stepped back from the door and started softly humming a haunting melody. The sound echoed through the silence of the night, reverberating around the house like a sinister lullaby. After a moment, she began to sing in a hushed whisper, her voice low and hypnotic:
"Gene, my little boy, so handsome and so fine... I've watched you from afar for such a long time..."
Her voice trailed off as she paused for dramatic effect before continuing:
"I know it's getting late, but won't you let me in... Just to see your face, and touch it once again..."
Oh god. Who was this woman?! Gene could hear her voice growing ever more feint. As he sighed with relief, hoping she had given up and left him be, he heard the knob on his back door rattle.
Eyes wide with terror, Gene crept slowly out of the living room and down the hall. Tip-toeing into the kitchen at last, he was horrified to find the back door hanging wide open, the light of the moon casting across the kitchen floor. Step by step, he approached, sure he saw nobody in the dark of his kitchen. Unwilling to peer outside, he slammed the door shut as fast as he could, locking the deadbolt tight.
Gene's heart pounded in his chest. It must have been a prank. Someone was just playing an awful trick on him, right? He flicked on the kitchen light as his mind raced. Surely nobody that demented would–
As Gene turned around, standing there in the middle of his kitchen, casting an unsettling grin, was Dahlia. He gasped and backed against the door.
"Wh-what do you want with me?!"
he exclaimed.
"Oh, Gene..."
She said, her voice almost dripping with syrupy sweetness as she slowly walked towards him, one hand clasped against the small of her back and the other raised in a beckoning gesture.
"I just want to get to know you better."
Her pale fingers extended outwards until they brushed against his cheek, sending a shiver down his spine.
Dahlia leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered,
"You see, Gene... I've been watching you for so long... And you... You are everything that I ever wanted..."
Her eyes slowly closed, and a content smile spread across her lips.
"I will make you happy."
Dahlia leaned back, examining his reaction carefully. She could tell he was scared, confused, but there was something else as well... Something she knew how to use to her advantage.
"Come with me, Gene..."
Her voice softened further, becoming almost hypnotic.
"Let's go somewhere where we can be alone."
Dahlia slowly extended a hand, her long fingers curved and inviting. The offer stood between them like an irresistible temptation. Gene hesitated for only a moment before reaching out to take it, drawn helplessly into Dahlia's web of deception and desire.
Gene shook his head to try and free himself from her seductive allure.
"N-no!"
he yelled, batting her hand away at last. Putting more space between them, he gazed at Dahlia in horror as she grinned back. She looked like a beautiful demoness, her silken black hair spilling down her back, her spindly arms floating effortlessly along her taught, slender frame.
Gene's panicked eyes darted between Dahlia and the doorway as she began to hum another haunting tune, taking one slow step towards him after another. He hadn't noticed what was resting in her hand, just out of sight behind her thigh. As Gene attempted to dart past her, Dahlia brandished a stun gun and zapped him to the floor.
A throbbing sensation rattled Gene's head as he drifted in and out of consciousness. He could feel himself being dragged across the floor. Though she looked quite frail, Dahlia dragged his limp body with surprising strength, muttering to herself with delight, as if she were consorting with a legion of personal ghouls. When Gene tried to lift his head, she turned to gaze at him, her mischievous grin sending shivers down his spine. With another zap of her prod, he was out like a light.
Gene finally awoke in his bedroom, his hands bound to the headboard, and each of his legs lashed to the posts. Lit candles were scattered across the surfaces of the surrounding furniture. It was as if he were the sacrifice for some wretched, evil ceremony. His gaze fixed on the figure in the doorway, the seductress Dahlia who licked her lips as she approached the bed.
"W-what are you going to do to me?"
Gene asked, his voice laced with fear as he struggled against his bindings.
"Why, Gene,"
she purred, her long fingers trailing up the front of her black dress seductively before coming to rest at the lace trim of her cleavage,
"is it so hard for you to imagine?"
She leaned in close, the cool breeze from her breath sending a shiver down his spine.
"I'm going to make you feel things that no other woman could... I'm going to take care of your every need."
Her fingertips brushed against his cheek, trailing downwards until they reached his chin.
"And in return,"
she whispers softly, her breath warm on his ear,
"you will be mine... Forever."
Dahlia's free hand reached down between her legs. With a finger, she wiped up a trail of her fluid and spread it across Gene's lower lip.
"You're gonna make a baby with me..."
She grinned wickedly as she straddled his hips.
"Now,"
she breathes into his ear,
"we can get started..."
Her fingers danced across his skin as she kissed and nibbled her way down his neck and over his chest, teasing him with her tongue as she worked ever lower, finally taking his reluctant member into her mouth. Gene groaned loudly as she expertly sucked and licked at his erection, driving him wild with unwanted pleasure.
"Is that what you like?"
She asked sweetly between gasps for air, looking up at him through her long eyelashes.
"To feel my wet, nasty tongue on you... to taste your essence?"
Dahlia snaked back up his body, her hips beginning to rock slowly against his straining cock, grinding their pelvises together.
"It'll have to wait. I need every last drop of your seed in my womb,"
she purred. Gene's eyes widened.
"W-wait, hold on, Dahlia! We don't need to do this!"
Dahlia planted her foot down on the bed, locking eyes with Gene as she grabbed his shaft and rubbed his sticky tip against her sopping opening. She teased him as she gave him a playful pout.
"But we're already doing this, Gene. It's too late to stop now."
"N-no! It's not! We can s-stop it right–unngh~!"
She flipped her hair back as she pressed her hips down, inserting him completely inside of her. She groaned like a beast as he stretched and filled her completely. Gene struggled against his bindings, but it only made her more wild as she began to rock her hips, rubbing at her clit to maximize the pleasure of raping him.
"Mmm, that's it,"
she moaned, her eyes closed tightly as the painful sensation of being stretched vanished and pleasure consumed her entire body.
"You feel so good inside me..."
Her hips began to move faster, grinding against his helpless form as she rode him with abandon. Gasping for breath, Gene felt his control slipping further away with every thrust of her hips. The sensations of her wet heat clenching and releasing around his cock was driving him mad with frustration, making it impossible for him to focus on anything but the pleasure she was forcing on him.
"Yes,"
she cried out, her back arching as an intense orgasm washed over her, her inner walls gripping his member in a vice-like hold that sent waves of pleasure coursing through him.
"You're mine now, Gene..."
Her voice trailed off into a contented moan as the orgasm slowly faded away, leaving them both flushed and panting.
"Now it's your turn,"
she whispered huskily, her lips curling into a sneer.
"Give me what I want... Give me your seed."
As she spoke, she began to rock her hips once more, guiding his cock towards her womb with expert precision. The sensation of being so deeply inside her was almost too much for him to bear, and combined with the knowledge that he had no control over the situation, it sent him hurtling over the edge. His eyes rolled back in his head as he spurted his seed deep inside her, feeling it spread through her warmth as she milked every last drop from him.
When at last he was spent, Dahlia collapsed forward onto his chest with a satisfied moan.
"There,"
she purred, stroking his chest with her wiry finger,
"that was a good start."
Gene's breath hitched in his throat at the sound of her words.
"St-start?!"
"You naïve boy. It can take several tries to get a woman pregnant..."
Her long tongue danced in his ear before she murmured with a haunting little tune,
"You won't be freed 'til I'm filled with your seed..."
As Gene breathed faster, his mind racing with panic, he found himself becoming involuntarily hard once more. With his cock still buried inside of her, growing more plump by the second, Dahlia giggled with delight.
"Hard again already? I knew you were perfect for me,"
she growled, nipping at his earlobe. She planted both her hands on his chest, pressing her fingers tightly into his skin.
"I'm going to milk you more roughly this time."
With those words, Dahlia began to piston up and down on Gene, her hair spilling forward and tickling against him as she lost herself in the pleasure of riding his cock once more.
As Gene struggled beneath her, trying to break free from her dominance, Dahlia felt a twinge of pleasure deep in her womb. She smiled wickedly at him as she eased herself up and down, repeatedly engulfing him inside her heat. The friction between them sent shockwaves of pleasure through both their bodies.
"Let's make that baby,"
she whispered huskily in his ear before beginning to ride him hard and fast, her hips rolling back and forth with precision as she took what she wanted from him without any regard for his feelings or consent.
Her breath came quick and ragged as pleasure consumed her, but she refused to let it control her entirely. She had a plan in motion, and nothing would stop her from seeing it through. As sweat beaded on their foreheads and the sheets below them grew tangled with moisture, Dahlia's focus never wavered. She knew that if she could just keep riding him like this, eventually he would become hers completely... body and soul.
"Let go, Gene,"
she growled against his skin.
"Give in to me."
Her nails dug into his shoulders as she urged him forward, demanding that he submit to her will. But even as tears welled in his eyes from the pain and despair of being used this way, a small part of him couldn't help but feel a spark of something else...a strange sense of...connection...to this twisted, deranged woman who claimed to love him despite everything she was now doing.
As if he were betraying his own mind, Gene began to buck back, moaning with every slap of her ass against his thighs as she rode him mercilessly.
Dahlia could sense his resolve beginning to slip. Determined to torture him, she slowed her pace, resting atop him as she ground her pelvis back and forth.
"Ooooh~, so good,"
she moaned, thrusting her fingers into Gene's mouth. He squinted his eyes shut and wrapped his lips around them, sucking with fervor.
"That's it,"
she growled with proud delight.
"Are you ready to make a baby now?"
she asked, withdrawing her slimy fingers.
"Uh-huh,"
he whimpered.
"That's my sweet little Gene."
Dahlia began to piston against his cock again. With each bounce, she worked at the knot around his wrists. Releasing them at last, Gene reached for her thighs as fast as he could. Supporting Dahlia's light weight with his arms, he began to spear his cock up into her pussy as fast and hard as he possibly could, groaning and drooling as he went. Gene was completely lost in her spell now.
"Mmmm~,"
she purred, eyes rolling back into her head as his thrusts sent waves of pleasure through her. Her body arched and trembled beneath him, moans escaping her lips in a torrent. She bucked against him helplessly, meeting every thrust with a forceful reaction. The feel of him inside her was too much, like an electrical current running through her veins, making it impossible for her to think straight or focus on anything but the ecstasy coursing through her body. As they moved together in a frenzied dance, she could feel his release building deep within him, like a tidal wave about to break free from its chains and crash against her shores. It was almost enough to make her cum just thinking about it...
"Oh god,"
she gasped, reaching forward to brace herself with trembling hands. He groaned loudly into her ear, each thrust now more powerful than the last. His face contorted into a mask of pure bliss as he gave himself over to her, letting out a wordless cry that sent vibrations through his entire body and deep into the very core of her being. Finally, with a loud shout that seemed to shatter the silence of the room, he came, spurting his hot cum deep into her, splattering her insides with his release as they both collapsed against the bed, exhausted but exhilarated by what had just transpired between them.
Like a spider who had just sucked her fly completely dry, Dahlia kept enough of her composure through their heaving to grab at Gene's exhausted face and point it towards her.
"You're mine now,"
she declared with a toothy grin, twisting his nipple with her other hand.
"And we're gonna have a baby."
She forcefully pushed Gene's head back against the pillow as he gasped for air, still numb and tingling with the sensation of the incredible orgasm they had shared. As she lay her soft head against his chest, Gene muttered something incomprehensible, but Dahlia knew what it was.
"Hm, what was that?"
she teased, tapping at his cheek to get him to open his eyes and look at her.
"Say it louder; I can't hear you,"
she ordered, her voice seductive and velvety. Gene strained as he made eye contact with her, his eyes wide yet sincere.
"I... I'm yours, Dahlia."
"Oh really? For how long?"
Gene looked guilty as his eyes drifted to the side.
"...Forever, my love,"
he murmured at last.
Her eyes glinted with mischief as she traced her finger down his cheek.
"Is that a promise?"
she asked playfully. Gene felt his heart flutter at her touch and nodded solemnly.
"Good boy,"
she crooned, then leaned in to press her lips against his forehead before pulling back with a satisfied smile. She gazed at him for a long moment, studying his face as if memorizing every line and every freckle. Then, suddenly, she frowned and let out a tiny growl.
"We'll have to find a way to get you out of those restraints,"
she muttered, absently tugging the knot free with her fingers as if it were made of nothing more than ribbon.
"That's better."
A faint smile curved her lips upward once again and she leaned in to kiss him softly on the mouth. When their lips parted, Dahlia gazed into his eyes, hers sparkling with affection and desire.
"For now,"
she whispered, running a finger down the center of his chest,
"we can rest."
And as if to seal their pact, she snuggled close against him, wrapping her arms tightly around his body and pressing her naked form flush against his own. Together they drifted off to sleep.
Dreams of a bright future together filled their slumbering minds, oblivious to the dark secrets that still lingered in the shadows...
Seven months had passed. On a cloudy night, much like the one when they first met, Dahlia descended the stairs of Gene's house. It was her house too, now. Hobbling down the hall, she kept a hand on her large, pregnant belly.
"Gene, honey, is dinner ready yet?"
As she waddled into the kitchen, Dahlia took a seat on a nearby chair. Gene was humming as he shuffled a pan over the stove.
"Just a few more minutes, my love,"
he replied. Lowering the burner heat, Gene swung a hand towel over his shoulder and turned to have Dahlia with a warm smile. He strolled over to her, kneeling down to kiss her belly before gazing up at her with love and devotion. He smiled like an eager puppy as she stroked his hair.
"Has the baby kicked at all today, Dahlia?"
he asked, running his hands gently across her belly. Gene was not merely her handsome sex-slave anymore; they were married not long after she raped him into submission. Now, he was her husband, completely devoted and under her total control. Forever.
"Oh yes!"
Dahlia beamed, grinning as she placed a hand on his cheek.
"The little one was kicking quite a bit earlier today."
She gazed into his eyes, her expression softening.
"I can't wait to meet him or her,"
she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. Then, a moment of hesitation passed over her face as if something had occurred to her. Her smile turned wicked once more.
"Or maybe...,"
she began, her lips curving into a sly grin.
"Hmm?"
Gene leaned in closer, intrigued by the shift in her tone.
"Maybe we should just see what it decides on its own."
Her expression became mischievous as she ran her fingers through his hair, caressing him like a cat with its prey. For a brief moment, their shared gaze held something unspoken - a dark agreement, a plan for the future that had been set into motion long ago and would soon reach its fruition. The warmth of the kitchen was suddenly chilly as they were overcome by an eerie sense of foreboding...