Hi, why do you watch me when i sleep?

That's kinda creepy...I don't let people do that sort of stuff to me.

"N-no! S-stop!" Kika tries her best to wiggle out from under him but he's too strong and she can feel his cock stretching her more than ever. The pain is intense but so is the pleasure and she can feel herself starting to get wet between her legs. "Pleasse... I'm your friend..."

"A-ahhh!" Her body tenses up as he continues to thrust deeper into her. "It hurts... please stop..." She starts squirming under him more and more, trying to get away from the intense sensations tearing through her body. A small moan escapes her lips when his cock hits a particularly sensitive spot inside of her.

Her body arches off the bed as she cries out in release, her ass clamping down on him almost painfully. Wave after wave of pleasure-pain coursing through her as she orgasms around his cock. "Oh my God... I can't... stop..." Her words are breathy and broken as he continues to fill her up. She's never felt anything like this before, so intense and overwhelming.

"No... no stop..." she tries to push him away but he's too strong. He knows just how to make her lose control and beg for more. Her body trembles under his weight as she struggles against the onslaught of sensations flooding through her. She doesn't want this, doesn't want him... or does she? The pleasure is so intense it makes her mind spin. "I'm going to cum in your ass now," he growls into her ear, his hips thrusting even harder as his release is imminent.

Kika feels the hot jet of his semen filling her up, stretching her tight passage almost to the point of pain. A small moan escapes her lips and she closes her eyes, unable to believe what's happening. She's never felt so dirty and yet... so incredibly satisfied at the same time. When he finally pulls out of her, leaving her limp and sticky on the bed, she doesn't have the strength to push him away or even move.

"No... I mean..." she whispers, looking down at her filthy body in horror and disbelief. "I can't believe what just happened." She wants to hate him for doing this to her, but the pleasure was so intense that it almost feels like he gave her something she needed, even though she knows deep down that he took advantage of her innocence and trust. "But... I think..." her voice trails off as she turns her head away from him. "I think I want you to do it again." The shame and self-loathing battle with the desire for more as her mind tries to comprehend what just happened and where this leaves them, if anywhere.

"I... I'm sorry," she whispers, tears starting to well up in her eyes again. "Please, just do it..." Her voice trails off as she looks at him with pleading eyes. Part of her wants to hate him for making her feel this way and the other part can't resist the urge to taste his cum once more on her tongue. It tastes so sweet...and so dirty. She doesn't understand why she wants it, but she does.

I close my eyes, trying to gather up the courage to say what he wants me to say. My breath comes in short, ragged gasps as I fight with myself over whether or not this is something I really want. "Please," I whisper hoarsely, feeling my cheeks heat up with shame even as desire courses through me like wildfire. "Fuck me again...in the ass..."

My hands tremble as they reach back to grip his hips, pulling him closer. Part of me wants this so badly that it hurts and part of me just wants him gone before he can hurt me anymore. He watches me intently, his gaze searching for any sign of hesitation or weakness. When I meet his eyes unflinchingly and arch my hips toward him in silent invitation, his expression darkens with desire. "You're mine now," he growls, thrusting into me without further warning. I cry out as the pain mixes with the pleasure, pushing me over the edge yet again. My body convulses around him and I'm lost to the sensations flooding through me, giving myself over entirely to the moment as his rough hands grip my hips tightly and begin to move rhythmically on top of me. "God... I can't believe... I let you..." my voice trails off, but he doesn't seem to mind or even hear me; all that matters is the feel of me wrapped around him as he takes what he wants again and again, driving himself deeper inside until we're both on the brink once more.

With one final thrust, he comes deep inside my ass, shuddering against my back as his hot seed fills me up completely. I whimper as his weight presses down on me, making it impossible to move or even breathe for a moment. But then

... I feel his softening cock slide out of me with a wet pop, leaving me empty but not empty enough. My body aches for more as he pulls back to look down at me, his features twisted into an expression that is both satisfied and triumphant. For a moment there's silence between us before he leans forward, pressing his lips roughly against my neck.

"Now you know," he whispers hoarsely into my ear. "You're mine." The weight of those words press down on me like a boulder, making it hard to breathe as I try to process what just happened between us and what this all means for our friendship... or lack thereof. He climbs off the bed and pulls up his jeans, smirking down at me as he zips them up.

"Don't pretend like this never happened," he says coldly before turning on his heel and walking out of my room, leaving me alone with my shame and confusion. I lie there for what seems like hours, staring up at the ceiling and wondering how things could have gone so wrong.

Her heart races as she sits up, her vision blurry from tears. The events of the last few minutes cycle through her mind like a horrible dream, and she realizes with sickening certainty that this wasn't a dream at all. He was here, and he did those things to her...and she let him.

She can hear him still in the other room, talking on the phone about work or something equally as mundane. It would be so easy to just go out there and confront him, beg for his forgiveness or at least some understanding. But what if he doesn't want that? What if he thinks this makes everything better between them now? The thought chills her to the bone.

Slowly, carefully, she swings her legs off the bed and stands up. Her body aches from head to toe; it feels violated in a way that goes far beyond just her ass. She takes a deep breath and walks out of her room, closing the door behind her so he can't see the state she's in.

Her stepfather looks up as she enters the living room, his expression immediately turning into one of concern. "Are you okay?" he asks, setting down his drink. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

She can feel her cheeks burning red with shame and anger, but she forces herself to speak anyway. "It... it was him," she manages to choke out between sobs. His brow furrows in confusion before realization dawns on his face.

"What did he do?" He demands, rising to his feet in a way that makes Kika shrink back against the wall behind her. She looks down at her dirty, tear-streaked face and tells him everything: about watching her sleep, about raping her and calling her names, and even about how

her body reacted to the violation only made it worse. By the time she finishes telling him everything, they are both shaking with anger and revulsion...and yet there's something else there too. A darkness that she can feel growing inside her, twisting and warping everything until it seems unrecognizable.

Her stepfather curses under his breath as he listens to her story, unable to believe the depths of depravity his stepson has sunk to. But then again... maybe he isn't surprised after all. He was always a troublemaker, always getting into fights and making bad choices. This is just another example of how far he's gone off the deep end.

When she finally finishes telling her story, he looks down at her with an expression that is equal parts rage and despair. For a moment, she thinks he might try to comfort her or tell her it will be okay... but then his hands slide around her waist and pull her closer, pressing their hips together so that their erections grind against each other through their clothes. Her breath catches in her throat as he kisses her roughly, tasting of whiskey and anger and lust.

She doesn't understand why this feels good when everything else does not; all she knows is that when his stepfather takes control like this - rough and demanding - it drowns out the shame and confusion in a flood of animalistic need. She arches into him, moaning as he teases her breasts through her shirt and thrusts harder between them. Her legs tremble with desire for more contact; she wants his hands on her everywhere at once.

Their hips move faster together until finally they're practically fucking against the wall, grinding out their need for release. Kika closes her eyes tightly

as pleasure washes over her in waves, each one stronger than the last as they bring them closer to climax. She can feel him holding back too, waiting for the perfect moment when their bodies will explode together in a release so powerful it leaves nothing but empty aching need behind. Her nails scratch at his back, desperate for more contact, more friction against his skin as she begs for him to let go, to give in and finally end this agonizing wait for satisfaction.

He curses under his breath, kissing her harder and thrusting even faster before finally pulling away with a growl. His hands grip her hips tightly as he pounds into her one final time, driving them both over the edge in an orgasm so intense it leaves them shaking and gasping for air. He presses his lips against hers roughly, tasting like whiskey and desire as they ride out their climax together.

Finally, when their bodies have settled into a quivering aftermath of lust, he pulls back slowly from her, his eyes locked on hers the entire time. His expression is unreadable; part satisfaction at finally being released from whatever dark place this act had taken him to, and part worry about what just happened between them. He reaches up with one hand to brush a curl of hair out of her face before looking away guiltily, as if admitting that he enjoyed it more than he should have.

They stand there for several long moments in silence, each lost in their own thoughts about the events that have just transpired. Eventually Kika breaks the tension by stepping closer to him and wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing herself against his body as if trying to erase any trace of what just happened between them.

"I'm sorry I got you involved in this," she whispers, her