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"Get a fucking whore if you want to fuck so badly," Tess had said, spiteful, spitting out the words at him like a weapon. It's been a few weeks since their now unspoken fight, but the spat feels like yesterday in his mind.

She had thought, still does apparently, that their sexual encounters are hindering the jobs they picked up. Risking getting caught, taking too much time. Never had a real problem though, he's quick and to the point but, ah, too risky.

Now, even though they've been doing this for years.

Tess probably hadn't actually been serious about Joel getting a whore, but the ideas been stuck in his head ever since. Sinking into his brain and tucking itself where he can't quite shake it out. It's been brewing in there too, turning from a grape into a finely aged wine as he fleshes out the possibilities of it. The intoxicating nature of it.

He's already going to hell. He knows that more than anything.

So it's not like anything is stopping him from drinking the whole bottle and then some.

He just wants some company, really, someone who can't leave him like Tommy, or even Tess. Not much, just someone to lay next to him at night or sit on the couch with him silently. Just company, he won't force her to do anything, or at least not violently. He's not that horrible of a person, he won't hurt her, he's still capable of some form of gentleness. Even if its waning and cold.

If anything he's probably giving her a better life than anything else she could have in the QZ. No job, no risk of getting shot on the street by fireflies or trigger happy FEDRA lackey.

At least that's what he keeps telling himself.

Deep down Joel knows he's a piece of shit for being here, even if it's buried under two decades worth of horrific actions a younger version of him would be ashamed of him for. Hell, this version of him is ashamed too.

But there's no going back anymore, he's already here.

"You in there, Miller?" Andrews suddenly asks, and Joel realizes the man has looked over his shoulder and is staring. He nods noncommittally in response, not keen on getting friendly with this type.

Andrews is a human tradesman, Joel doesn't usually interact with this kind of person. He's a skinny man, with wirey muscle. Methhead teeth, yellow and black. His hair is unkempt. But he still has a somewhat shiny reputation that Joel is inclined to believe.

The infinite hallway they're walking through is depressing and mildewey, even for the QZ. He just hopes the girl won't have any strange diseases or parasites in her.

"Don't drool too quickly Miller, this one's a fighter," he laughs, unnerving, "But, eh, haven't had much luck picking em' up recently." Joel shoves out an acknowledging rod. He hadn't mentioned anything about her being rowdy before now.

Oh well, Joel can be a fighter, too.

"The real kicker with this one is the FEDRA implant, government kid," he coughs, "birth control implant in er' arm," Andrews continues, tapping on his upper arm. Of course that information had already been divulged. Part of why she came with such a hefty price on her head.

His thumb unconsciously tightens slightly on the edge of his pants pocket, where the payment resides. This is going to take a large cut of his share, hopefully it's worth it.

Joel hasn't actually seen the girl yet. But when he was approached by Andrews and offered the proposition a few days ago, his mind was already too wrapped around the idea to decline. He's pretty sure it's not a trap, can probably deal with it if it is though.

Wouldn't be the first or last trap he's wandered into.

Andrews continues with his ramblings, "It's just hard to find good meat these days man, there's nothing fresh anymore." Joel grunts in response, trying to ignore the buried guilt for creeping up on him again.

Too late now.

The other man digs in his pockets for a second. "I know I had these things a minute ago..." he says, "Ah! Here you are." Andrews grins and produces a keyring out of his pocket and reaches for the door handle. Joel feels.... nervous? Suddenly. Like a teenager going on their first date. But thats not what this is, no where near what this is.

He swallows. And his last thought is immediately reinforced when the door creeps open, revealing a large cage in the middle of a damp concrete room.

"Hey!" Andrews fusses, "Turn around girl your new owner's here to get'cha!" Joel's eyes survey the cage for a moment, scanning for her.

Then his eyes lock with a small blob in the corner, with red hair flowing down it's shoulders and onto a clothed back. She's leaning as far into the corner as she can, squished. Andrews rattles aginst the cage bars violently, making the small girl jump slightly before folding back in on herself.

"'Ya didn't tell me she was this small," Joel comments, watching the blob breathe in and out quickly. "That a deal breaker?" He responds, leaning against the cage door.

"Naw' just a thought," he breathes. She is small, tiny, its a bad angle but he thinks he could probably wrap the whole of her neck in one of his hands. A shutter goes through his body, through his dick.

Andrews laughs and produces another key from the ring, turning it into the cage door and kicking it with his boots in a taunting manner.

He walks over to the little girl and scoops around her waist with his arm. She shrieks, high-pitched and terrified. Long stringy hair coveres her face as Andrews half-carries half-drags her across the concrete floor and over to Joel.

She cries punched sobs, as he stills to a stop, grinning at Joel in an unsettling manner. Joel attempts a friendly-ish expression in response before pulling the bag of pills out of his pocket, handing it over to the man who in turn harshly shoves the girl into his chest.

"Great doin' business with you Miller."

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The Girl's not stupid, she didn't scream or shout for help as Joel firmly guided her back to his shitty apartment. But that doesn't mean shes not scared, she is scared, terrified even. But he can't blame her for that. Sitting sobbing, curled up on his couch as he pours a shot of shitty whiskey into a weathered mug. Ok, maybe a little more than a shot.

Joel was so worried about the getting her part that he didn't consider the approaching her part. He swallows the nasty shot, hoping for some liquid confidence as opposed to liquid rage. It's always a gamble which one he'll get.

The floorboards are too creaky to disguise the sounds of him walking across them. So he goes slow and steady, trying to appear non-threatening. Like she's a wild animal. He's always been better with animals than humans.

She squirms, trying to make herself smaller, as if that's even possible. "What's your name?" Joel asks, making sure his tone is steady and reassuring. But she stays frustratingly silent, and a sharp spike of anger hits him in the heart. But he bites his lip, "I'm bein' nice here girl," he says, then immediately reprimands himself for the irritated edge the last word produced.

"If you don' give me your name I'll pick one for you," he raises his eyebrows like she can see the expression. She whines in response, before finally speaking, "It's Ellie."

Her voice is almost as small as she is, rough from the crying with a shaking edge to it that makes his heart jump.

It's a pretty voice, will be even prettier moaning his name.

Joel sits down on the couch next to her, causing her to roll back slightly from the sudden weight pushing at the cushions. He tries to be gentle as he runs his palm up her back soothingly. Then down, then up again, petting her like a dog because he doesn't know what else to do.

It seems to work, somewhat, as her sniffling eventually comes to a stop, and her breathing becomes a more normal rhythm. "Are," Ellie starts, still curled into herself, "Are you going to rape me?"

Joel hates how the blood in his dick leaps at that. "No," he responds, at first he had thought that himself. But the more he looks at her the more he thinks yes.

Just this morning he had told himself he wouldn't but God, look at that face, he's getting into her weither she wants it or not.

"So then why am I here?" This time her voice is more accusatory then sad.

"For comp'ny," he awnsers easily, it's the truth afterall. "You're pretty pathetic if you have to buy a teenage girl to be your friend," This time it's a hiss. Angry.

Joel moves his hand up to her shoulder, griping down tightly. "I am tryin' to be nice to you girl, but so far you're making it awfully hard," he says, tone dropping from gentle to stern. And some fear picks up on her breath.

"You are here," he instructs slowly, leaning closer to her, "To keep me comp'ny, friendly wise, n' sex wise." Ellie shudders, "You said- You said you weren't going to rape me-"

Joel sighs and leans back and aginst the couch. "I don' plan to, but I don't plan to take any disrespect on your part either," he responds. "I don' know if you heard, but you were mighty expensive lil' one, and I hate wasting resources."

"So I won't tolerate no fightin', runnin', or backtalkin' from you," he puts a claiming hand on her spine, "But I also don't plan on hurting you, or raping you."

Another lie.

He let's out a choked laugh, "Be pretty shitty of me to assault ya' then expect you to be my companion."

"So," he finally concludes, "I will be good to you, take care of you, but you gotta be good to me too, got it, Ellie?"

"I'll be good," she responds after a moments pause, far more respectful this time. "Atta' girl," he pats her back.

That could have gone better, could have gone worse, too. But at least they've come to some sort of understanding. At least he hopes so.

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It's been over two hours and Ellie hasn't moved, not an inch. Joel doesn't want to upset her more, but her insistence on shoving her head in the corner is becoming increasingly annoying. Hell, he hasn't even gotten a good look at her face yet. The face he payed for.

Maybe some food will drag her out of her shell? Worth a try.

"You hungry?" He asks, breaking the prolonged silence. "No," she responds, but her stomach betrays her, growling loudly. Joel suppresses a chuckle in response before standing, stretching is old bones.

"I told you already i'm goin' to take care of you girl, but I can't take care of you if you don't tell me when you're hungry," he says. If he wants her to trust him she needs to know she can rely on him for food.

Ellie turns her head to the side slightly for the first time, and Joel can see strips of green poking out from between blades of red hair. Pretty, pretty green. "If that's the case, I also, uh, really need to piss."

Joel snorts at the bluntness. Then she moves, sitting back onto her knees, wiping the hair out of her face and looking at him.

God she is fucking gorgeous. Those big green eyes, cheeks covered in freckles, and lord her lips. Such kissable little lips, bet they'd taste like heaven on his. And fuck she looks young, real young.

"How old are you?" He asks, probably should have asked earlier. But theres not really a good time to ask the teenage sex slave you just bought her age. "Turned thriteen last month or so," she responds, a twinge of sadness in her voice. Joel nods absently, he thought she'd be older, at least sixteen. She's practically a baby but the reaction that face is doing to him is visceral.

"Come'on bathrooms through the bedroom," he says, motioning to the door, which seems to cause her to hesitate slightly. Ellie looks from the bedroom door to him and back again before seemingly deciding to trust him.

She doesn't even measure up to his shoulders when she stands. Skinny as a twig in her battered tank top and jeans. Ellie rubs her upper arm nervously, and he realizes he's staring.

Then he remembers its his right to stare at her. She's his. So he takes another moment to look before moving on so she doesn't get too uncomfortable.

He wonders what color her nipples are.

The Girl's flat chested, will probably grow bigger with time, she's barely into puberty afterall. But what she does have is a cute little ass, he watches it as she moves through the bedroom door when he opens it.

Joel bets it'd look even better bare and in the air. He wonders if she's got freckles on those cheeks too.

Ellie pauses in the middle of the bedroom, scanning it. It's expected, she'll be spending a lot of time in here now afterall. He'll trade to get her some books to read, maybe some music and a player if he's lucky.

He's not cruel enough to leave her completely without entertainment. But she's stuck with him for now.

If she wanted he knows a lot of great ways to keep her entertained. But he doubts she'd be up for any it at the moment.

Joel places a hand on her shoulder when he deems staring time to have ended and guides her to the bathroom.

"Are you going to watch me?" She asks, pouting when he doesn't immediately shut the door after she goes in. Yes, is what he wants to say, he does want to watch her. "No, but you can't shut the door," he responds, more appropriately if there even is an appropriate to this situation.

Joel thinks he hears her huff as he turns around, leaning against the frame to the bathroom. He's never been a piss kinda guy, but there's something in this one that makes his dick twitch at the sound.

When her stream eventually runs out and he hears her pull up her pants, he turns to face back into the bathroom. Finding her face in a heavy blush through the mirror.

"Can I eat now?" Ellie asks, obviously embarrassed. Cute. Joel represses a smirk and nods.

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Joel lies on his back in the middle of the hard matress, staring at the ceiling with an uncomfortable hard on that hasn't quite gone down since she got here a few hours ago. He rubs his palm over the buldge, groaning due to the sensitivity.

The form next to him shivers, he knows the youngins not asleep even though she is trying her damndest to pretend. Ellie's probably more than unhappy with the sleeping arrangement Joel's set for her.

But she's here for him. She is his, and she'll do what he says whether she likes it or not.

The whimpering and dramatics are staring to wear on his nerves, though. He gets that she's scared and uncomfortable, but she's acting like an unappreciative brat. Even after he fed her. Gave her clean clothes, which he didn't even watch her change into, even though he wanted to. And gave her a warm bed to sleep in instead of the floor.

Joel sighs, slithering his arm across the bed and wrapping it around her midsection. She squeaks, hands grabbing onto his as he drags her gently to his side. The chain attached to her foot rattles as she's moved across the bed.

He padded it around where it attaches to her ankle. It's more annoying than painful. But he doesn't want her running away and getting hurt. Or running away, and he can't find her.

Ellie's breathing picks up, and she squirms against him. Joel smacks her outer thigh gently, a warning. "Be still," his voice is tired but stern enough that she obeys, going still in his arm.

She has to sleep in the same bed as him, that's a non-negotiable. It would just be harder if he let her sleep on the couch only to move her to the bed in a few days. He learned about that the hard way from sleep training Sarah when she was a tot.

Still, even though he hasn't as much as seen her naked, she still has been acting like he killed her dog in front of her. But he bites his tounge, they'll work on the former once she's had a little rest.

Ellie's body is more Joel's than it is hers now. She'll just needs some time to get used to that fact.

Any guilt Joel had coming into this situation has been quickly stomped down with the guilt of everything else he's done. He's not above pinning her down and stripping her if she refuses. But he'd much rather her obey him willingly.

Patience.

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Ellie sits in the middle of his mattress, impossibly tiny among the tattered blankets and pillows. Her hair is a rats nest, tangled with puffy eyes and tears dried on her face. She's an absolute mess, but god, she is beautiful.

She looks at him like a deer in headlights as he stares at her, her eyes occasionally bouncing from his face to the obvious tent in his pants. "What are you going to do to me?" She asks, voice trailing off into nothing.

She's wearing one of his more worn out shirts, legs tucked up so she's in another fucking ball. "I ain't plannin' on doin' anything really physical to you for a while," he says, better to get expectations set now. She's too scared right now to be a good sexual partner, and he doubts he could even shove his dick in her if he wanted to.

So damn small.

"Want you to be comfortable when we do," It's true, he'd rather her be with him willingly than forcibly. But he's not above making her, he can admit that to himself now, looking at her little body. He will force her if she won't behave, but she doesn't need to know that.

Ellie audibly swallows. "Ok," she responds, not entirely convinced. "But, Joel starts, "I do want to see what I purchased."

She freezes, eyes going wide as saucers. "I ain't gonna touch ya' I just want to look," he assures, motioning to her. Her face grows red, but after a few moments of thought, she obliges him.

Her hands are impossibly small as she slowly pulls the t-shirt over her head. Probably nervous, but it makes for a good show.

Pink, her nipples are pink, tiny mounds covered in freckles- she crosses her arms over her chest. "Arms down," he snaps, harsher than he meant to be. A tear falls out of her eye as she moves them down to her sides, but continues to curl in on herself to block his view.

Joel sighs, which causes her to flinch. "I told you already," he tries to control his tone, "I ain't gonna to hurt you." Her expression says she doesn't believe him.

Joel rubs his forehead with the back of his hand and takes a step back. "Stand up, straight," he makes sure to put emphasis on the last word. He wants to keep his promise of not touching her yet, but he will hold her arms down if nessicary.

She obeys surprisingly well, getting out of the bed and only almost tripping over the chain. Joel rounds the bed to get a better look. Ellie stands straight, arms pressed to the sides but her gaze doesn't quite meet his eyes. He'll excuse that for now.

"Underwear too," he says. Ellie shudders inwardly but obeys, bending over to pull the faded floral fabric down her legs. "Put your hands behind your back," his voice is encouraging, like he's teaching her something.

She does as told, putting her hands behind her back and lacing up her fingers. "Good girl," he praises, voice rumbling on the last word. And he swears she perks up just the slightest bit at the praise.

He files her liking praise in the back of his head for later and returns to her lithe body.

The motion makes her little tits pop out, giving them a boost. He groans inwardly and unconsciously rubs his palm back over his length. Those are going to feel like heaven in his mouth.

After a long moment of staring up her pretty little body he puts a steadying hand on her shoulder and turns her around. He was right, her sweet little ass is even better without fabric hanging to it. Could probably fit an entire cheek in one of his palms.

And he bets those freckles would look even better with a red spank mark or two to accent. But thats for a later date.

"You can put your clothes back on now," he finally says and she bursts at the conformation. Jumping to pull her underwear back up.

"Did a real good job lil' one," he praises before getting to the next point. She perks up a little at that, no longer crying as she looks at him, which is a good step.

"I'm going out in a bit, n' I'm trusting you to not try and run, Alright?" Joel says. She nods, "Yeah, of course." He wants to say she sounds truthful, but he's not stupid.

The chain is long enough for her to reach the bathroom, but not long enough to reach the front door. He'll lock the bedroom away. She'll be fine alone for a while.

Even if she does scream, everyone nowadays knows to mind their own fuckin business.

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Getting a moment away from the girl is turning out to be a good thing. He needs some air to breathe and think about how to approach getting her comfortable and getting her stuffed without those big eyes staring into the back of his head.

He wants to fuck her, hold her down and shove himself as far into her little cunt as he can. She's probably so tight, so warm. Oh god she's probably a virgin too. How long has it been since he's had a virgin? Must be decades now.

But he can't think like that, not yet. She can't be terrified of him if he wants her to be a participant instead of just a log to hump and cum into. She's his, it's not like she's going anywhere anytime soon. He has time to wear her down. Get her comfortable and trained.

Hell he's already getting a sweet spot for her. Bets she has the cutest little smile, and he wants to see it. Which means no rape. Probably has a pretty laugh too, of that voice is anything to go off of.

Buying things for her won't make her trust him, but if he knows teenage girls like he thinks he does, it'll definitely help. Joel's not sure about what style she prefers, but he wagers she'd like any clothing that isn't his shirts or her birthday suit.

The underground market on the edge of the QZ is mostly for buying and trading illegal or legally gray goods, but he occasionally runs into some more run-of-the-mill items. Joel's eyes scan the crowd, looking for any clothing items that will fit Ellie.

It takes a few minutes to finally spot a man sitting on a concrete curb, box of young girls items next to him with "FOR SALE," messily written on it. Upon approaching he finds the box to be full of comics, clothes, and some toys. "You interested or just staring?" The man asks him, red eyes looking up at Joel. "What age is it for?" He asks, hoping it'll fit the tiny girl chained to his bed.

"She was eleven," the seller responds sadly, sniffing. "I'll give you a bottle for it," Joel responds, pulling out a bottle of moonshine from his backpack.

Alcohol is a common trading item, easy to make if you know how. And easy to transport, if you know how. "Looks like you need it," he tacks on. The man grunts and grabs the bottle from Joel's hand, "Just take it."

Joel sees the man take a long drink from the corner of his eye as he walks away. And he can't quite find it in himself to feel sorry.

Once he finds a good, semi-private spot to rifle through the box Joel looks quickly through to make sure there's nothing sharp or dangerous in it. Throwing anything iffy onto the ground next to him. Someone else will pick it up.

He just needs to do a quick sweep just incase, he can take a deeper look back at the apartment.

"Aye! Miller! Just the man I was lookin' for!" Someone shouts behind him, and Joel inwardly groans, quickly discerning that the raspy voice belongs to Andrews. What the hell does he want now?

Joel turns to see the man grinning at him in that unsettling way he's perfected. Teeth yellow as ever as the man looks at the box of items then back to Joel gleefully. "Already spoilin' her huh?" He laughs, "I knew you had a soft spot somewhere in ya!"

Once the man's chuckles wear off his eyes light up, "Oh ya! Almost forgot," his smile somehow widens, reveling blackened gums, "I forgot to give this to you yesterday, it's the girls."

Andrews tosses Joel a tattered backpack. "Thank you" he responds, a bit apprehensive, placing the bag on top of the box. "Yeah," Andrews says scratching at his scalp, "I was hopin' to come across you to hand it over, that's fair n' all but, I mean if I didn't I could prob'ly have sold it."

The man rambles on, almost uncomprehensible, "Some guys would pay a heavy price for little girl panties to sniff, but those are your panties! Ha, I'm good for it yeah it's yours man." Joel nods along to him, he's on something, definitely.

"You understand the whole selling it thing I mean I didn't know if you where going to show up! And well it's yours now man!" Joel fakes a friendly expression, "Thank you Andrews," he forces a laugh, "I'm sure the girl will appreciate some underwear."

Andrews laughs harder, "Yeah I bet! I heard you've got a big one probably bursts through her little tummy don't it? I always love when they get those little bumps from gettin' all stuffed up."

The idea of him being so big in her it leaves a bump does make his dick jump to attention. But he just nods along, letting Andrews continue his ravings.

"She got a tiny cunt? I love when their cunts aren't fully grown in yet can put the whole thing in your mouth," he leans aginst the brick wall, still looking at Joel. "Me and my associates don't fuck 'em or get an eyeful before we sell him, lotta' guys like them untouched, 'specially the little ones like yours."

"She's a virgin I'm pretty sure, or was! Hah!" His laugh is almost demonic in nature, "Did she cry when you fucked her? I bet she cried, she's a little whiner."

Joel hums in acknowledgement and glances at the sky trying gage how long he can put up with this for.

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Ellie can be heard squirming around in the next room, probably confused as to what he's doing out of her sight. Joel dumps the contents of her backpack onto the pile from the box. He sighs, scratching his beard and sitting down at the bar.

He plucks through it, sorting out by clothing, books, and toys. There's a good amount of clothes, most of it'll fit her. And, selfishly, he picks out some of the more modest clothing, putting it in a separate pile for the winter.

There's some nice short stuff in here, tanks and shorts. Joel lifts up a tiny pair of leopard print shorts, those will ride right up in her ass. He drops them onto the pile to give her now, his mouth watering at the mental image.

Most things in her personal bag are safe to give, comics, clothes, a walkman. Then there's a switch blade, Joel pops it open. He'll hold onto it, give it to her once he knows she won't kill him in her sleep.

He shoves everything she can have into the box again, leaving her comics and walkman on the top. Then, he heads for the bedroom.

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"Hey, those are my comics!" Ellie exclaims jumping across the bed as Joel drops the box in front of her. "I got ya' some stuff," he states the obvious, motioning awkwardly at the box as he leans against the bedroom wall.

Her green eyes are still puffy and red, probably spent the time he was gone crying. That's alright; she's cute like this. Ellie sniffles as she digs through the box, putting on a brave face. It's adorable.

"Yer' welcome," he says, feeling a spike of annoyce at the girls ungratefullness. Her eyes snap to his face, the young girl wipes the loose hair on her forehead away. "Thank you," she replies sweetly. Joel smiles at her, taking it as an invitation to get closer even though he knows it wasn't.

He plops down on the edge of the bed next to her, watching her closely as she tries her hardest not to squirm backwards away from him. Her legs are sticking out, box between them as she attempts to focus on her gift.

Joel places one of his hands on her ankle, directing her leg over his lap. Ellie manages to not jump, but he sees the beginnings of a tear build up in her eye.

He can fit her entire ankle in his grasp. His dick jumps at the sight and he withholds a groan.

"Got 'ya some new clothes too, can't have you catchin' a cold," he hums, trying to sound friendly as he rubs circles on her ankle with his thumb. "Thank you," she murmurs again, voice detached.

Once Ellie has gone through everything, taking her sweet time with it; Joel starts putting everything back in the box. She watches him helplessly, hands dropped against her sides. "I ain't taking it away from you, girl," he reassures, placing the box on the floor next to her side of the bed.

There's an obvious mental battle going on in the little one's head as she looks between him, his erection, and the ground. Joel leans over closer to her, gathering a bit of red hair in his fingers before tucking it behind her ear.

"What is it darlin'?" He asks, the pet name coming easily out of his lips as he runs his thumb over her cheek. "How does it work?" She asks, avoiding eye contact with him as she sputters the words out. Joel runs his thumb under the girls jawline, then hooks it gently under her chin, forcing her to look at him

"How does what work?" He pries, staring unwavering as he looks down on her. Ellie's eyes go wide and she sniffles, "How- how does it work?"

Joel hums at her, teasingly, "What is it?" The girl scoffs at him, getting annoyed. "Your thingy," she finally clarifies, glancing down at the tent in his jeans.

He resests the urge to laugh as he lets go of her chin. "Never seen one before?" Joel asks, and she shakes her head, "No."

"You know how sex works?" He asks and she scoffs again, nose scrunching up, "obviously yeah-" he gives her a warning glace, "Yes, I mean I know, penis in vagina." Joel tries not to snort, not wanting to antagonize the poor thing more than he already has.

He'll deal with explaining sex better in the future. The 'thingy' question he can work with now.

Joel reaches for his belt buckle and Ellie jumps at the sound. "What?" He asks, raising his eyebrows at her shocked face, "You wanted to know how it works, hands on experience."

He smiles at her, and it's probably more perverted than genuine at this point.

Joel stops when he gets to the buttons though, and nods at her still gobsmacked expression. "Go on' then, take it out," Ellie shudders but does as she's told. Morbid curiosity probably taking over.

The girl's tiny hands reach to the buttons of his jeans, slowly undoing them, breathing heavily. Then she goes for the zipper, tugging it down gently. Joel lifts his ass and pulls his jeans down some for her, just enough to get it out.

"Keep goin'" he instructs as her new confidence falters. She swollows, hard, before gently pulling down the hem of his boxers, letting his cock pop out. Ellie jumps like a startled cat and Joel laughs at that, wrapping one of his arms behind her back to drag her closer.

"Don' get scared off now, finish what you started."

Once she's gathered all her whits the girl dips her head, trying to get a better look at it. "That's not going to fit in me," Ellie says, trying to be stern but it comes out like a squeak.

Joel snorts and leans a bit closer to her, practically whispering in her ear. "Don' worry little one I'ma make it fit." Ellie doesn't seem to reassured at that. But she seems to be making progress so quickly that he won't beat himself up over the comment.

"Well then," he says, looking at her stunned face staring down at his cock, "why don't you two get acquainted, he's gonna' be a real good friend to you." Joel smiles at her, too caught up in the situation to care about how pervey he's coming off.

Ellie reaches her hand out, hovering in mid air for a moment before deciding to go big or go home and wrapping her hand around the base. Joel groans at the contact, dick twitching. Her hand pops back in surprise but a cautioning look from him gets her little palm reattached.

Her hand almost reaches completely around the base as she sits like a statue with his cock in her grasp. "What do I do?" She asks sweetly, looking up at him through heavy lashes, lower lip slightly trembling.

"Spit on it, then move your hand up and down," he instructs. And she obeys, spitting onto the head before collecting the salvia and spreading it up and down his length.

"Yeah just like that, good girl," Ellie straightens slightly with the praise. Her hand goes up and down in a sloppy rythem, sometimes too tight, other times too soft.

The novelty of the situation makes up for her lack of skill for a while. But he soon decides to take over. She seems to be a quick learner, time to see how quickly she catches up.

Joel wraps his hand around hers. "Like this sweetheart," he instructs, southern accent thickening. He moves her hand up and down, showing her how to do it properly.

When he looks up to try and make eye contact with her he realizes she's looking away. Joel grabs her face with his free hand, "Look at what you're doing."

Tears start to flow again and he curses himself inwardly. "You're doin' good honey, jus' pay attention," he says as damage control, not wanting to spook her off now. Ellie sniffles, wiping her nose. "You have'ta apply pressure, ain't gonna do anything if you're treating it like a bomb."

She pouts as she looks between his face and their joint hands. "Don't pout now you wanted to learn right?" He says, trying to nip her annoyce at him in the bud because she did ask. And he doesn't want her backing out now.

"Sorry," she murmurs, sitting up straighter and watching intensely. "Good girl," Joel praises, "You're doin' so well for your first time." Ellie seems to perk up slightly, seemingly content to be praised even in this situation.

Ellie goes with his movements, mimicking his pressure and pace. His moans start to pick up and he sees her eyes go wide, no longer crying, staring like she's looking at a science experiment. He groans again, free hand going to balance himself as he comes.

White globs comes shooting out of his cock, and it makes the girl jump slightly but she doesn't back away. Good.

"That's the semen right?" She asks after a moment, curious. Joel snorts, "if 'ya want to use the scientific term yeah." Ellie looks at him, hand detaching from his length as he releases her. But she still doesn't back away.

"What's the other term?" She asks, eyes shimmering with interest. "It's cum," he awnsers, reclining back onto the bed, not bothering to put his softing cock away.

"It's shrinking!" She says, which Joel laughs at. Getting an upset look from her. "It doesn't stay hard all the time," he awnsers. "Oh," she starts to back away, curiosity starting to wear off. "I was wondering how you where able to walk around with that thing."

Joel laughs again, "Jesus girl."

☆☆☆

Ellie lies in bed, top half to warm, bottom half freezing; trying to focus on the ceiling fan swirling above her. And not the man behind her breathing into her ear.

He said he won't hurt her, and he hasn't. So far. But she's still scared, and sad. All her life options have been wisked away from her. Not like any of them would have been particularly good either but at least she had a choice.

She sniffles, all her tears have been cried and now her eyes are just sore from sobbing. And her arm is sticky from dried cum. And her vagina aches like a bitch. Must be natural instinct taking over. Making it easier.

Ellie just needs to accept that this is her life now. Where would she go if she ran anyway? Even if she wasn't chained to a bed she'd probably just get killed or starve to death. And she could have been sold to someone much meaner then Miller is.

At least she thinks that's his name. That's what the man who kidnapped her called him.

Miller hadn't been mean about it, even though he could have been. And Ellie did initiate it, he only showed her what to do. She just needs to bite the bullet, if this is her life now she should know what to do right?

It wasn't nearly as gross as she thought it'd be. Ellie thinks she can probably do that to him again if he wants her to. Which he definitely will want her too if his penis pressing into her butt is a signal.

But she has no idea how that thing is supposed to fit inside of her. It'll rip her open, she'll never be able to sit down again.

"I'll make it fit" is what had said, she shudders again. It's going to hurt. She knows it's going to hurt and she dreads it, even though he had said it wasn't going to be for a while.

Ellie squeezes her eyes shut, blocking out the world around her. She just has to be good and do what he says and he won't hurt her.

He's actually been kinda nice so far, he gave her stuff back, and gave her new stuff. He let's her talk. Has given her food when she's hungry.

She just has to be good

☆☆☆

Joel pets up and down Ellie's exposed thigh soothingly. Other arm looped under her holding her close. He can feel her heartbeat, finally at a normal rythem with her breathing.

She's such a sweet little thing, soft too. Even for something so skinny she is amazing to cuddle with. Tess never wanted to be held like this. He presses his forehead against the back of her head.

They made a lot of progress today, she's a good listener.

He'll have to test how quick of a learner she is tomorrow. Maybe return the favor too.

Joel wants to sick his hands between those soft little thighs and give her a proper thanks. But she's probably had enough for one day, and it's getting late.

Joel pulls her a little closer to his chest, until they're breathing the same air. He's got a feeling he'll sleep well tonight.

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Joel pounds closed fisted on Tess's apartment door again, each knock getting progressively more aggravated. She said to meet her here, so why the fuck isn't she responding?

The apartment hallway smells like mold and misery. And there's a kid staring at him, peaking it's head out of an apartment door. Hasn't anyone ever told this kid to mind its business?

Huffing, Joel slams the door, "Open up Tess," he demands, foot tapping against the cracking floorboards.

And right before he can knock again, the door swings open, and there stands Tess with a pissy expression. "Get your ass in here before you break the damn door down Texas."

She looks tired, eyebags deeper than they were last time he saw her. Eyebrows furrowed and with a frown, she holds the door open for him.

"What took you so long?" Joel says, irritated edge to his voice as he walks past her into the tiny apartment. "I was taking a piss," she retorts, crossing her arms and bordering glaring at him. "For that long?" She's made some shitty excuses in their time knowing eachother but that has to be up there.

Tess scoffs and uncrosses her arms, trudging over to him and shoving him in the chest. "What the hell Tess?" Joel backs, stepping back slightly in surprise. "What the fuck have you been doing conversing with a sex trafficker?" She spits at him, rage filling her eyes.

She scans his face, "well?"

Joel scoffs back at her, "What happened to 'if you want to fuck so badly get a fuckin' whore?'" He quotes her, and watching her face fall. "Fuck," she says under her breath, running her fingers through her hair.

"You know damn well I didn't mean it like that!" Tess acusses. She's running out of steam quickly, probably knows hes right.

"Well it's what you said, if you didn't mean it like that you shouldn't of said it like that."

She sighs, "Jesus christ."

"You can't say shit, I've seen you hangin' around teenage boys, power trippin' over teachin' them a thing or two," he says, trying to keep his tone steady.

"At least I'm taking care of mine, not leaving them to fend for themselves." Tess rolls her eyes, "at least the ones I fuck have a choice." Joel huffs, taking a step away from her and trying to cool down. Hating that he's here, having a conversation of morality with a fellow monster instead of at his place with his head in between Ellie's thighs.

"I ain't done shit to her she didn't want," he protests. It's true, that girl practically asked to get him off. And he's owed seeing her naked, and even though she didn't appreciate it at the time she seems to have gotten over it now.

Tess sighs again, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Jesus christ Joel, fine, whatever, I have a job for us, let's just."

Joel thinks that she has no right to protest his decision at all, hell, she was the one who suggested the whole damn thing. And she cut herself off from sticking her nose in his sexual and personal lives when she decided to stop being a part of it.

"What is it?"

☆☆☆

Joel relaxes back onto the torn recliner in his apartment, sighing as he goes back over the shitty events of the day. He has no idea why Tess thinks she has any right to pry into his personal life when she had so plainly told him to go fuck himself.

His foot bitterly taps on the wood-vinal floorboards as he covers his face with his hands.

"Are you ok?" A small voice says suddenly, breaking him out of his thoughts. Joel's eyes pop open only to see Ellie peaking out of the bedroom doorframe, one of her comics hanging from her slight fingertips.

She's disheveled, but not tearful as she stares at him. In a tank top that rides up along her hips and tummy, revealing sweet freckled skin. Thank god he went through that box of clothes, because those shorts are practically underwear on her.

God she's such a pretty little thing.

"I said," she clears her throat, "Are you ok?" Joel's eyes snap back to her face, "M' alright." Ellie rolls her eyes, snarky, "Really? Because you look like you haven't slept in a month."

She's got a lot of attitude for someone of her situation. Joel can't figure out whether to be annoyed or impressed with her boldness.

"It's nothin' you need to be worryin' about," he says, already becoming less irritated in the presence of her. "Do you want me to do something?" She asks meekly, tone trailing off slightly, "that's what I'm supposed to do right?"

Joel knew she was going to be a quick study. The corners of his lips perk up as he stands, back aching from the longs day. Ellie doesn't move back as he approaches her, but her breathing picks up slightly with every step he takes.

He produces the key to her cuff from his jean pocket and leans down to uncuff her ankle. "Aren't you a little old to be bending down like that?" She says as he stands back up. Nervous laugher leaves her lips as he looks down at her.

"Come'on girl," he hums, deciding to ignore her comment, instead he places his palm on her back and leads her across the room back to the recliner. Joel sits down first, before grabbing onto her waist and pulling her onto his lap gently.

Ellie squirms, trying to get comfortable, comic still in her hand. Joel rubs down her shoulder, directing her to lay aginst his chest, her legs tucked in his lap. She lays her head on his shoulder. Joel sighs, one hand under her thighs holding her up, the other on her back, rubbing his thumb up and down on her clothed skin.

Her skin is warm, and so soft. She still smells good from the shower she took last night, a benefit of not going anywhere. Joel breathes in the soapy linin scent of her hair, holding her close. Ellie wraps her arms around his shoulders, letting her comic drop onto her lap.

She's so small on him, barely any weight to her. He pets his fingers over her thighs and closes his eyes.

He missed things like this.

☆☆☆

Joel's eyes pop open at the sound of a page turning. Upon looking down, he finds Ellie still cuddled in his lap, legs curled up with her comic book balanced on her knees.

He yawns, stretching his arm back around her waist. "How long was I asleep?" He asks, noticing the sudden drop of light in the room. A stack of comics now sits on the floor next to them.

She must've gone to get them then came back. She came back to sit on his lap even though he fell asleep.

Such a good girl.

"A few hours, I think," she says, turning up to look at him through long eyelashes. "I got up to get more comics," Ellie admits like she's commented a sin. Then she nervously looks back down at her hands to break eye contact.

Joel runs his fingers through the tips of her hair, "That's alright darlin'" he reassures.

She seems content like this, reading her story while he pets her gently. The sight is endearing enough so that it doesn't take very long for his dick to start aching at the sight.

Ellie notices it near immediately. Because it's definitely poking at her thigh. Her motions tense up, and he can feel her trying to slowly shrink away from it. Joel pulls her closer to him, "It ain't gonna bite you," he laughs softly.

"Sorry," she murmurs, "It's just...." Joel hooks his thumb under her chin and moves to look in her eye. "New? Diff'rent? Scary?" he awnsers for her. She nods.

"It's gonna hurt," she says softly, dropping her comic in the pile so she can tuck her knees aginst her chest, curling her arms around them. Effectively in a ball shape except for where Joel's holding her chin. At least she's not running away.

Joel hums in response, "Prob'ly." Ellie sniffles, eyes going wide. "But," he intersects, "it always hurts the first time, then it'll feel good."

He tries his best to be reassuring. "N' I'm goin' to make sure you're real prepared to take it," he slides one of his hands between her squeezed thighs and snakes his palm aginst her cunt.

She continues to look at him like a deer in headlights pressing her legs tightly closed. "I don't want to," she says meekly but he snaps. "It doesn't matter if you want to or not." Ellie's face tightens and he curses at himself, and tries to hold back his simmering anger. "Relax I'm gonna make you feel good," he coos at her, switching to a softer tone. Ellie holds back a tear and slowly forces herself to relax her legs, letting one hang over the armrest, the other off the side.

Joel doesn't waste a second, slipping his hand under the waistband of her shorts and into her underwear. His palm settles flat on her pussy, fuck she's warm.

Ellie is doing her best not to squirm away from the contact, her features scrunching up at the contact. "You ever touch yourself baby?" He asks as he runs his fingertips up and down through her folds.

"No," she awnsers sharply, red blush spreading over her freckled nose and cheeks.

Joel hums before removing his hand from her shorts; then grabbs the hem and pulls it and her underwear down her thighs. Ellie squeaks, but after a moment of shock she helps him, lifting her legs so he can slip them down, then kicking them off when they reach her knees.

Her top goes next, removed in a sift movement, leaving her completely bear and tomato red before him.

He slips his hand back down, moving his fingers to her clit. Ellie gasps, grabbing onto his wrist. He let's her, she just needs something to hold into.

Joel sets a fast rythem on her bud, rubbing his middle and index fingers in circles as her legs stick out straight and her face contorts. Her mouth drops open and shut as she releases wheezey moans.

"You like that darlin'?" Joel asks, voice thick with lust. Ellie nods rapidly in response, gasping. He hasn't even slipped a finger in her and she's already so worked up, the sweet thing.

But this is her first time, so its not so unexpected that she's easy to please.

"I can do this more, make you feel like this all the time," he whispers in her ear and she lets out a moan. Joel slips his eyes up her body slightly, locking eyes on her nipples standing at complete attention.

He doesn't restrain his grin as he moves his other hand to her brests, and pinches at her tit. Ellie cums, hips bucking up against him, back slipping down the chair arm.

He continues rubbing her tiny clit until her orgasm has fully subsided.

Joel pulls her back up straight, pressing a kiss to her sweaty forehead. "So, you've never touched yourself before?" He asks the question again, finding it a bit odd that someone of her age never even tried.

"Well," she says, a bit airy, "I tried I few times but I never got the hype."

He smiles to himself, feeling an ego boost for giving a thriteen year old girl her first orgasm. Something thriteen year old boys have been doing for centuries.

Joel grabs under her knees and back, scooping her up as he stands. Ellie lets out a panicked little noise and grabs onto his shoulders.

Ellie is squirming as he carries her through the living room and into the bedroom. The girl is buzzing with nervous and scared energy.

It's cute.

He can't wait until the day she's trained well enough to go where he wants her to without any hesitation though.

She's already such a good little pet, he's sure she'll get there soon enough. Even if it takes a lot more tears or fighting to get there.

Joel lays her onto the bed before stepping back to pull his own shirt off. "You've been so good so far," he hums at her, "I hope you're plannin' on keepin' that attitude up."

"I'll be good," she responds in a small voice, fiddling with her hands as he climbs into bed with her, hovering over her shivering form.

He spreads her legs open, leaving her miniature cunt on full display for him. Ellie raises her knees to give him better access as he kneels between her legs.

"Good girl," he purrs out the praise and runs his hands up and down her waist. She swollows, pretty green eyes staring at him intensely.

Then he shoves a finger in her cunt. It's unprompted and sudden so he's not surprised when she squeals in surprise and tries to scoot back. But the hand still on her waist holds her still.

"Steady girl, you're fine," he says comfortingly as he thrusts his finger back and forth shallowly inside of her. Ellie pants, the unexpected intrusion no doubt uncomfortable inside of her.

She's tight, ungodly tight and warm. His cock aches at the thought of fucking into this.

Her wetness is enough that she won't tear, in fact, she's practically dripping. Joel looks back up at her face and its scrunched up again, and tears have started gathering around her eyes.

"Calm now," he says, "We're just getting started." She whines, breathing heavily.

Joel decides this moment is a good time to add a second finger to the mix. They'll get no where if she thinks she can whine her way out of her duties.

Ellie yelps but doesn't back away this time, only squirms her legs around as he picks up the pace.

Maybe she just needs some encouragement. He slips his thumb up onto her clit, trying to mimic the pattern that made her fall apart a few minutes ago.

His fingers look huge in her little body, his cock is going to look downright obscene. Maybe andrews was right, maybe it will make her belly bulge slightly.

Because he sure knows he's getting that whole thing in her as soon as possible. Weither it fits or not.

She's crying now, tears falling out through loud moans as her mouth hangs open. Tiny hands ball up in his bedsheets as she scrambles for purchase.

Joel moves faster, determined to make her cum again as soon as possible. His thumb speeds up. And his whole hand becoming drenched in her fluids as he fucks her fast and deep with his fingers.

Ellie cums, crying and convulsing. Her cunt squeezes impossibly tight, but when she relaxes slightly, Joel takes the opportunity to shove a third finger in.

She sobs out as he stretches her further, not stopping his assault on her clit but slowing down slightly.

"You're doin' so so good baby, bein' real good," Joel can tell she's trying her best to relax, to be good. "It hurts," she sobs out, voice raspy. "But it feels good too don't it?" He asks and she nods, "Good, then jus' focus on the good part."

"You're doin' so well I'd hate to stop now." He continues to pump in and out of her, but he takes mercy to not go as fast as before.

The pain is written on her face, squished up and flushed, her knuckles starting to go white in the sheets.

He probably should have built up slower to this, but he's never been a particularly patient man. And she's so goddamn pretty writhing underneath him like this.

Ellie hiccups as Joel raises his other hand to her breast, groping over the small mound. "Such a pretty girl," he coos at her. He doesn't quite pinch her nipple, instead just rubbing it and rolling it with his pointer finger and thumb.

It quickly provides the effect he was looking for, as Ellie lets out another long moan and cums a third time around his fingers. So sensitive.

He's lost track of time of how long they've been in here, at least twenty minutes. And that's not nearly long enough. In fact, he wants to see how long he can push this.

This time he doesn't add another finger, but he also doesn't stop his rhythm, keeping a steady pace even as she teeters around overestimulation.

Her back arches as she lets out heavy moans through choked sobs. He continues his work on her breast, making sure to use enough pressure to effectively pin her down to the bed as he works her open.

Ellies shaking, but the pornographfic amount of slick she's producing says she's not completely hating this experience.

"Hurts," she chokes out. "One more time," he soothes, "You're just so pretty when you cum." Ellie sobs but spreads her legs wider, "good girl."

She's already so overestimated from coming three times in a row that the forth takes barely any effort on his part. Joel watches as her eyes roll to the back of her head, hands screw down into the bed and chest heaves.

He keeps his promise, removing his hand once her peak is over. And after wiping her own wetness over her belly and tits Joel lays down next to her.

He pulls Ellie to his torso, then turns her over to face him and watches her sob. She's somehow still beautiful with snot dripping out of her nose and heavy tears trailing down her face.

Her cheek is soft and warm as he runs his thumb over it, and her ass is even warmer as he grabs onto it to haul her closer to his bare chest.

His chest hair scratches against her sensitive skin nicely. Joel kisses her forehead, then her cheek, down her face before locking against her mouth for their first kiss.

He doesn't give the girl any time to catch up as he kisses her. It's just something she needs to get used to, they go at his pace, not hers.

Ellie opens her mouth as Joel prompts her to, the lovely thing trying her hardest to match his motions. Her cries fade out, and she presses further against him. The girl wraps her arms around his shoulders as he gropes at her ass.

It's a few minutes before he let's the girl breathe, letting her head fall aginst the pillow as she all but immediately passes out.

Joel smiles at her blushed face as he pulls the twisted blanket over them, content with an early night.

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The ceiling fan whirls around haphazardly above her, helping to combat the summer morning heat. General chitter-chatter has slowly started to build up around the apartment complex.

She can hear the faint sounds of people walking, stomping, upstairs, and people yelling in the hallway. But everything seems so disconnected from her.

Ellie's vagina feels like it got hit with a frying pan. A deep burning ache radiates from her privates and into the entirety of her lower half; so she can't help but unconsciously wiggle around. Even though she really doesn't want to wake Miller up.

Last night hurt, really, really bad. She sniffles slightly, trying her hardest not to cry again. Crying is for babies, and she is not a baby.

It did feel a little good, too, though.

And Miller did say it was going to hurt before it started to feel good. Maybe she just needs more practice at it. Ellie can be good at sex. Ellie can be great at sex.

She just needs to do what he says. She can be good, even if it hurts. Even if she thinks she's going to vomit halfway through.

It's not like he's all that bad. He's nice to her, he feeds her, and he gets her stuff. And she kinda liked kissing him. Ellie thinks she'd like to kiss him again. The other parts, she's not too sure about.

Miller is pretty handsome, too, for an old guy. Generally, not the worst person in the world to be sold as a slave to.

It's not like she has a choice anymore either. She can at least try to enjoy it.

"You did a good job last night, Darlin'," Miller suddenly says in a tired tone. He yawns, then starts rubbing and grabbing at her butt again. Ellie murmurs out a surprised "thanks" as he presses a kiss to the top of her head.

After a few minutes of groping, she begins to feel something grow in his pants, poking against her privates. Ellie suppresses her immediate urge to flinch away. The hand on her ass would probably prevent that anyway.

He groans softly and ruts the tent against her naked crotch. She shivers as the denim material scratches at her. Miller releases his grasp on her and pulls her back away from him slightly. Then he rolls onto his back, tucking his arms behind his head, in a relaxed position.

"Go on then, you know what to do," he says, nodding down to his crotch. Ellie swollows, hesitant, but does what she's told, shuffling onto her knees to get into a better position.

Ellie unzips his jeans slowly, trying to remember how it went last time so she doesn't fuck up. Even pressure, up and down. She pulls down on the hem of his underwear.

It pops out and she resists the urge to jump. "Spit on your hand," he reminds her. Ellie spits in her hand, the saliva feels gross in her palm.

Ellie stares at the appendage, now illuminated by daylight, it looks different then betore. It's weird and veiny. And the size of her wrist. She knows she's small but that can't be a normal size.

She's positively sure it's going to rip her open when he eventually shoves it in her.

"I'll make it fit," echos in her mind as she swallows. Her body frozen as she stares.

"Ellie," he says in a warning tone, noticing her wavering. "Sorry," she says, snapping back into reality. And with no more deliberation she immediately wraps the slober covered hand around the things base.

Miller groans and it twitches. Her eyes go wide, while his snap closed. She moves up and down slowly. Treating it like a bomb thats about to explode at any moment. It may explode at any moment.

"Little more pressure lil' one," he groans. Ellie obeys, squeezing a little tighter as she moves. It's leaking, bits of cum dripping out of the top. She hopes that means she's doing it right.

Ellie watches what she's doing, like he told her to. The action is slowly becoming less gross to her, especially when he breathes out about occasional moan that let's her know she's doing a good job.

"Faster now," he says, his accent growing heavier. She wants to ask him where he's from, but it's probably not the best time for that.

Miller's looking at her, well, at her boobs. Ellie moves her left arm back slightly, revealing herself more to him. Ellie likes the idea of her body being desirable.

She's never felt particularly sexy before, but he keeps staring at her, so he must like it.

He groans for a final time as cum spurts out of his penis. It hits Ellie on the cheek, she squeaks.

☆☆☆

Joel laughs lightly, watching the girls soured expression with thick strands of cum painted on her face. It's precious, how her eyebrows furrow.

Ellie licks her lips where it hit them, then frowns further, looking like she liked a lemon. She'll have plenty of time to adjust to the taste. He'll make sure of that.

"Don't wipe it off," he says as she reaches a hand up to wipe her face, "means you did a good job, leave it." Ellie pouts but drops her arms to her side, looking adorable.

He can't wait to give her a proper facial.

Joel bets she'll be cute as a button walking around the apartment with her face and tits covered in his cum. On her thighs too.

"It's sticky," she complains. "It sure is, come'here," he responds sitting up and patting the spot next to him. Ellie obediently crawls over to him, her little boobs jiggling slightly as she moves.

She plops down next to him, fiddling with absent mindedly her fingers.

Joel grabs her cunt, holding it with his whole palm. Ellie's been doing well with obedience so far, so he's decently sure she'll react well to this. She looks at him shocked, her hands falling to her sides.

"Do you know what this is called baby?" he asks, rubbing his palm back and forth slightly. "My privates- vagina," she responds, her voice self-assured. Smart girl, but thats not the awnser he's looking for. "This is your cunt," he clarifies. Joel gives an assertive squeeze, "and it's mine."

"You are mine," he says, moving his free hand up to pet her cheek softly. "Isn't that right?" Joel pressures, she needs to say it, admit it. "Yeah," she responds quietly, looking a bit distant.

"Say it."

Ellie's green eyes click up to his, "I'm yours." Her voice is sweet as she says it, intoxicating.

"Good girl," he praises, giving her cunt one final squeeze before realising it. "What's this?" he asks, rubbing his palm once over his half-hard cock.

Ellie looks less sure of herself this time as she awnsers, "Your penis?" Her eyes trail tenitively between his face and it, waiting for a response.

"This is my cock," he corrects, "or dick."

"I thought dick was an insult," she responds. Joel laughs and wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "It is," he slides his hand slowly up her waist and onto her breast, "but this definition is the only one that matters to you."

The girl nods absently, probably more focused on the hand groping her tit.

Joel pinches at her nipple, rolling and pulling. "Touch yourself," he demands, then watches proudly as she does so, shoving her little fist between her legs.

Ellie shudders visibly when she makes contact with her clit. "What's that called?" She asks as she starts to grind her hips against her hand.

"It's your clit," he awnsers, giving a harsh pinch to her now puffy and red nipple. It's the same one from last night, and definitely still sore.

She has no idea what she's doing, her movements are uncoordinated and messy. But it seems to be worker rather well for her despite the lack of rhythm. "Stop," he says as her mouth drops open. She whines in response, ceasing her movements not not removing her hand. Joel grabs her wrist and pulls her hand away from her core.

He slips his middle and index fingers against the nub and she bucks harshly into it. She's wet as he rubs on her, and rather worked up too. Little moans fall from her mouth before he can even pick up a decent rythem.

Then her thighs snap closed, locking his hand against her as she cums. Grinding wildly against his palm.

Ellie flops against his chest, he moves a hand to her back to stroke her spine soothingly. Joel closes his eyes, reminiscing on last night.

He can't wait to do that again, make her cum over and over until she's sobbing. He's sure he can work her up higher then four, wring at least ten out of her. He can pinch her clit until she passes out then wake her back up to do it all over again.

She'll need a bit to recover before that, though. As much as he would like to do it now. Ellie hasn't built up any sexual stamina yet. Hell, last night was her first time. And while it may be fun to play around with her inexperience, he can't push her over the edge.

Joel needs to train her into being a cockdrunk pet, not a fighting brat who he has to tie down just to get into.

So he'll wait.

☆☆☆

Joel can barely believe he felt guilty about this coming in. Ellie's probably the best thing that has happened to him in twenty years.

He watches her from the kitchen, sitting on the couch reading one of her comics. She's only clothed in shorts, skimpy little things. His cock aches at the way her nipples still red, contrasting it's lighter twin. He also notices her occasional squirming, probably still sore from last night.

The pretty little thing, she's going to be a great pet.

Joel picks up the peanutbutter sandwich and cup of water, bringing it over to her. She worked so hard last night, she deserves a little rest today. Ellie smiles at him as she takes the meal, "thank you."

She doesn't immediately react when he sits down next to her on the couch, stretching his arms out.

"Where's your accent from?" Ellie asks after a minute or two, not looking up from her comic. "Texas," he responds, fiddling with her ponytail. "That's in the south right?" She more states than asks as she flips the page of her story.

"It sure is."

"The school I went to made us memorize all the states and their locations," she says between bites, "I don't know why because isn't that mostly irrelevant now?"

Joel hums in response "pretty much, unless you're goin' off QZ's." She looks at him, "Then why aren't you in Boston QZ and not a Texas one?"

"There ain't a QZ in Texas," that and a shitload full of other reasons she doesn't need to know about.

"Why not?"

"I don't know, there just ain't one." Ellie huffs and turns her attention back to the comic. Like most kids, probably expecting him to know everything she doesn't. But no one but FEDRA really knows what they're up to.

Joel zones out after a while, occasionally hearing the fluttering of a page turning. Dreading tomorrow's job.

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Joel has been working non-stop for a week. Tess has been throwing jobs at him like an assault rifle. And while usually he's content having work to occupy himself with, it's starting to wear on him.

He leaves early in the morning and comes home late at night. And he's had absolutely no progress with Ellie. Surviving off waking her up in the middle of the night to get him off, then leaving before she gets up.

At least she's getting real good at jacking him off, even while she's half-asleep.

"If you're going to pass out warn me so I can find a allway to leave you in," Tess snarks at him, not even looking back as she all but drags him through the QZ's black market.

They're here to get something, from someone. Joel's too tired to remember what that something or someone is. "Why am I here again?" He asks, not exactly seeing the reason Tess needs an escort for this. "Because I don't trust this guy, and because you're getting paid, " Tess responds matter-of-factly.

Joel grunts in response, scanning his eyes over the crowd of unfamiliar faces. All squished into a relatively small space.

"This is our last job for a bit, it's drying up."

He knows he should be concerned about that, but the idea of more time with Ellie outweighs any negatives in his mind.

Joel's pet is ready to learn new tricks, but he doesn't have any time to teach her. He glares at nothing as they shove their way through the market.

The places smell alone is enough to put a lesser man into a coma, that mixed with the sound it's a miracle that a higher ranking FEDRA officer that's not in on the trading hasn't found it.

It feels like a century of walking before Tess finally stops, turning on heels down an alleyway. Joel follows behind her as she approaches a sketchy looking man.

He's only half paying attention to the conversation as they exchange goods. Apparently, pills for meal cards.

The man nods at Tess, then Joel, before scurrying away into the shadows.

"Here, go buy something for your whore," she says as she shoves a stack of the cards at him. Joel huffs as she stalks past him, retreating the way they came in.

Maybe he will buy something for her.

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There's nothing here that catches his eyes, no comic books or more skimpy clothes to dress her in. But there's only really drugs and weapons on sale today. Who knew the black market had so much illegal paraphernalia and not stuff for little girls.

Then something catches his attention. Joel pushes his way to the stall, and upon closed inspection, it's exactly what he hoped for.

Collars and matching leashes are thrown on a small table. His eyes scan the selection as he gets closer.

In the middle of the table sits a light pink padded leather collar, stamped with "good girl" across the neckline. The leash is also pink, and the padlock for the collar is heart-shaped. It's perfect.

"Find something ya' like?" The man manning the table says, smiling at Joel. He has a forgettable face, and an oddly welcoming demeanor. "You take meal cards?" Joel asks. The man nods, tapping his fingers on the edge of his table, "sure do!"

"How much for the pink one?"

"Princess huh? Hmm, ten cards," he smiles at Joel as he pulls the payment from his pocket. "Good doing business with you!" The man says as Joel grabs the collar, padlock, and leash, shoving them into his pocket as he walks away.

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The moment Joel clicks the front door lock he practically dashes to the bedroom. His boots click against the floorboards as he does; probably disturbing the neighbors. If not, the sounds he's about to draw out of surely will.

Ellie's asleep when he opens the door, curled up like a kitten on the edge of his bed. Only in her underwear and a tanktop the girl looks like a dream, she's going to look even more gorgeous in her new gift.

Joel kicks off his shoes and climbs into bed with her; sitting down next to her contently sleeping form. His thumb trails gently over her cheek, coaxing her from sleep. Ellie's eyes flutter open slowly, moving to look at him, she seems pleased. "You're home early," she smiles, then yawns, stretching out her arms.

Ellie pops up, sitting criss-crossed next to him. She's bouncy today, swaying back and forth. "I got a present for you baby," he says, skipping right to the good part. "Oh?" She asks, seemingly noticing the arousal tracing his voice.

Joel reaches into his pocket and pulls out the collar. Her eyes go wide as she stares at it, suddenly still. "Turn around, I wan'to see how it looks." Ellie seems shocked but does as she's told, twisting her body and holding up her hair.

He smiles as he wraps the collar around her neck. The inside is soft and smooth, shouldn't be uncomfortable at all. And if it is, she'll get used to it. Joel does take care to make sure it's not too tight, pressing two fingers between it and her skin like he used to do to his pet dogs.

He clicks the heart padlock into place, before dropping the key next to the one for her anklet. Ellie turns back around to face him, still looking a bit surprised as she does so.

The pink compliments her eyes.

Joel straightens out her hair over her shoulders. Taking it all in, "beautiful," he hums. Ellie blushes and looks down at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers.

"Thank you," she hums as she watches her hands. Joel skims his fingers around her prominent collarbones.

He hooks his fingers around the loop of her collar and hauls her in for a kiss. Once their lips lock, he releases her collar, only to slide his hands over her ass to pull her closer.

She's impossibly small in his arms, and so, so sweet.

Ellie wraps her arms around his neck. The sweet girls still not very good at kissing, but her enthusiasm more than makes up for it.

Kissing is the only activity she actively seeks out. But he's not one to complain about that, especially with his tongue in her mouth and her baby soft lips pressed to his.

After a few minutes, Joel pulls away, and pets her red hair. "I'm going to teach you somethin' new, alright?" He says, Ellie nods in response.

"Sit on your knees next to the bed, baby," he instructs. She seems slightly confused but does so. Joel scoots to the edge of the bed, so she's kneeling between his thighs.

Ellie looks up at him with puzzled eyes, hands holding onto her knees as she waits for further instruction.

He presses a comforting hand against her cheek, which she nuzzles into sweetly. Then he produces the leash from his pocket, and clips it to the collar before she has time to react.

Her eyes look stunned for a second, but she doesn't move, only waits for him to tell her what to do. Good girl. Joel wraps the leash loop over his wrist and nods to his bulge, "go on take it out."

Ellie obeys easily, unbluckling his belt and taking out his dick with practiced ease. Her eyes pop up to him for further instruction, Joel gives what he hopes is a reassuring smile.

"Put your mouth around the tip," he tells her, "no teeth." Her face crinkles up slightly, but she does what she's told, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock. "Look at me baby," Joel commands, tapping her cheek.

Ellies eyes flutter up to his face. "Now suckle."

It takes everything not to buck into her the moment her little lips start going, he groans. "Bob your head up and down some." Ellie pushes forward, and Joel moans at the way her mouth stretches to accommodate his girth.

Her pretty eyes stay locked cautiously on his face, and even though she's barely two inches deep tears have already started to trail down from her eyes.

Joel let's her keep the shallow motion for a bit, getting her adjusted to go deeper.

"Deeper," he commands, feeling her becoming attuned to the length she's already taken. Ellie tries, bobbing her head deeper and deeper, until she gags.

Her head snaps back and she chokes, "I can't do this," she states, tears trailing from her eyes as she looks to him for mercy. "You can, and you will," Joel assures, grabbing onto the back of her head and pushing her forwards.

She lets out a sob but wraps her lips back around his cock, crying heavily as she does her damndest to please him. Always tries her hardest to please him.

Probably he thinks, because she's afraid of getting hit, which he's had to do several times now. Or because she's afraid. Either way, he prefers this to disobedience.

Joel moans as she somehow manages to take the third. He pets her head, "Atta girl."

She'll be a pro in no time

Her head bobs back and forth in shallow motions, he does his best not to thrust or jerk. Letting her do her best for now.

Ellie's hands stay on her knees, her nails digging into her skin as she tries to ground herself. Then she pushes to far again and chokes, sputtering back.

Ellie tries to crawl away this time but the collar prevents her, "Please, don't make me do it I don't want to do it, please." Joel sighs, tugging her forward by the leash. She sobs as she's almost dragged back to him. "Please I don't want to PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME."

"You'll never get better if you don't try, again," Joel says, attempting his most convincing tone. "Come'on now sweetheart, you're ok," his convincing seems to have worked slightly; As Ellie sobs loudly but gets back onto her knees, this time holding onto his thighs to balance herself as she goes back to work.

Joel laces his hand through her hair, no more escape attempts. No more being a brat about her duties.

Heavy tears stream down her face, her eyes are red, her lips are swollen, and slobber trails from her mouth onto her chin as she looks up at him pathetically. "So pretty," he praises her as she manages to dip deeper then before.

She is pretty, even though she's a mess.

This time when she gags Joel is there to hold her from jerking. Ellie gags again as he holds her still, and God it feels good. Joel moans and bucks a little deeper into her mouth.

Ellie chokes, attempting to lift her hands onto his arm holding her. "Shh, you're fine," he hums, "it'll be over soon."

She can't protest with something shoved in her mouth.

Joel moves her head back and forth as she bawls, making sure not to drag her deep enough to actually hurt her. Every once and awhile letting her up for a half-breath.

"You feel great baby," he groans as he moves her faster, thrusts harder. Ellie's hands fall to her sides as he gets closer to his peak.

He let's out a final moan, and pulls her head off of him so she can breathe.

Ellie gasps for air as he finishes. Cum paints her entire face and some even gets into her mouth. She licks her lips, then wails, falling onto her back and throwing a temper tantrum on his bedroom floor.

She pounds her hands and feet on the ground, screaming and crying and making a scene.

"It'll be better next time," he assures her. "You just need to try harder."

When the girl doesn't respond to reasoning; Joel stands up, grabbing the lashing child under her arms and laying her down onto the middle of the bed. He'll give her a reward, even though she's being a brat. Maybe it'll calm her down some.

This isnt the first time she's flipped out during one of their sessions, but this time she's refusing to calm down. Ellie scratches at her collar, trashing her chained leg violently and generally making a fool of herself.

"You're fine Ellie, calm down," he says as she continues scratching mindlessly at her collar.

Joel hasn't had to use this yet, but it may be the time. He drops her leash, leaving her on the bed to act like a disobedient toddler as he goes to the closet.

Inside he grabs some restraints. Handcuffs, and a ball gag.

It's relatively easy to wrestle the tiny girl onto her back to lock her into the cuffs. Even as she kicks her legs. And it's moderately easy to secure the gag onto her cum-covered mouth.

She wriggles still.

Joel sighs, running his hands through his beard before returning to his perch at the edge of the bed. He grabs the girl by her waist and drags her over his lap.

He rips her underwear off, throwing it god knows where as she thrashes on him.

Smack.

He spanks her, hard. Ellie's scream is muffled as he spanks her again, hitting the same spot. Her little legs kick wildly, causing the chain to rattle violently.

He makes sure the third strike is even harder as she tries to kick him. Ellie jumps, trying to fall to the ground but he grabs her by her collar, holding her still.

Four draws blood, a tiny cut in the middle of her buttcheek. Her muffled screams grow louder.

Five breaks her skin in two more places, streaking blood over his palm. Maybe next time he'll use a belt.

She starts to calm down on six, but she's still screaming.

It takes eight hits before she calms down. No longer screaming or fighting, only sobbing. Bits of blood have started to pool from the various array cuts on her now bright red buttcheek.

Joel lays her back onto the bed, still handcuffed and gagged. But this time, she doesn't fight, just looks at him with deeply apologetic eyes.

He removes her gag and she once again gasps before:

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, please, sorry, I'm so sorry, sorry-" Joel pets down her leg, "I know."

"I'll be good I won't do it again I swear," her voice is raspy, from gagging and screaming no doubt. Joel believes her, he hasn't had to punish her before.

So if she does misbehave again, it won't be soon.

"I can try again- I can I'll do it I promise I'll be good really-" Joel shushes her, "no more today princess." She does seem releaved at that, stopping her pleading and opting to stare blankly at the ceiling fan.

"I'm going to go work on somethin'," he says, still petting up and down her leg. "If you're good while I'm gone I'll give you a reward."

Ellie nods vigorously, hands still cuffed behind her back, "I'll be good."

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Joel lights up a cigarette, a rare treat.

That could have gone better, but it was her first time having it inside of her. Maybe he pushed it all on her too quickly. He ups his shot, starting to feel a little guilty for stressing the poor pet so much.

Well, she needed to learn one way or another that she can't freak out on him like that. At least it was now and not while he was trying to shove it in her cunt.

He'll give her some recovery time before having her do it again. Take the process smoother next time.

On the bright side, the collar is beautiful on her. That will not be coming off, ever. Unless for when she showers, don't want to ruin it.

Joel taps his cigarette out and sighs. He hasn't heard a peep out of her for the last hour, which means it's time for her reward.

She's laying on her back, in the same position he left her in as he walks back into the bedroom. Still staring up at the ceiling fan.

Ellie doesn't react to his presence until he pets strokes down her waist. Her vision snaps to her face and she smiles at him, "good?" He can tell it hurts to talk, her voice is even rougher than it was before.

"Yes," he says, leaning down to kiss the tip of her nose. "I forgive you darlin'," she hums at the sentence, trying to tip her face up to kiss him.

Joel indulges her, pressing a quick kiss to her swollen lips before getting to the task at hand.

He slips his hands between her thighs, which gladly open wide for him. A long moan flows from her mouth as he rubs his thumb along her clit. Which is then followed by a pained cough.

Two fingers press into her at once, giving no preparation as he starts with a fast rythem on her insides and clit.

Ellie thrusts into it, she's been improving quickly at taking his fingers. Her moans are quick and pained, but she seems to be enjoying herself none the less.

She cums quickly, back arching as she whines. And her body shaking as she comes down.

Joel coaxes her to sit quickly after, uncuffing her and helping her walk to the bathroom.

He hovers behind her as she wobbles in, holding her leash in one hand. Joel stops her infront of the mirror. "Look at how pretty you are," he hums, holding her chin up. Cum-covered, with dried tears, and her shiny new collar. Standing infront of a man over a foot taller then her and four decades older.

She is a sight to behold.

Joel runs his hand over her tummy, holding her protectively as he kisses her on the top of the head.

Ellie rubs her forearm nervously.

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Ellie steps into the shower, pressing herself into the corner as Miller steps in behind her. His thing is already half-hard as he turns the water on. The pressure goes from non-existent to lackluster after a few seconds.

Like every night, the shower water is barely tolerable, dancing between lukewarm and freezing.

Miller pulls her against his bare chest. Ellie can feel his cock pressing against her lower stomach as he holds her against him, his chest hair scratching at her skin.

"There's somethin' I wan' you to do for me baby," he hums, even though she knows it's not a request. "What is it?" She asks, already feeling a small bubble forming in her chest.

Miller kisses her ontop of the head, "You're going to try and blow me again." Ellie swallows, hard, but nods, not wanting a repeat of last time.

"Ok."

He holds her hands to help guide her to the shower floor. The tile is cold and hard on Ellie's knees as she sits, squirming around to try and get some semblance of comfort.

Room temperature water pounds down on her head, she takes a few seconds to take some deep breaths. She can do this.

Then she looks to her task, afraid. Her throat has just barely recovered from last time. She just needs to stay calm, breathe out of her nose.

"Don't go to deep this time baby," he says from above her, patting her head. "Take the tip and use your hand." Ellie smiles up at him, releaved that she doesn't have to do that again, yet.

Even with her back straight she still has to tip her head up to reach his cock. Hair tickles down her back as she licks the head, before starting to suck gently on it.

Her hands move up, one holding onto his leg for stability, the other wrapping around his dick. It's much easier to do it like this, not having to go so deep she thinks she's going to vomit or pass out.

It's heavy in her mouth, and it causes the edges of her mouth to burn as it sinks in. It's tolerable, but will probably not every be her favorite thing to do.

Miller moans above her, leaning his elbow against the wall as she works. "Good girl," he coos, continuing the rub her head like she's his pet.

She is his pet.

Ellie doesn't know how to feel about the unnecessary amounts of slick her body is currently producing. Probably natural instinct.

Ellie dips a little further as a test, and is pleasantly surprised that she doesn't immediately gag.

"Fuck- almost there darlin'," he grunts above her as she quickens her pace. Ellie's knees are really starting to burn now, worse then the bedroom floor.

Miller's hand grips her hair and he bangs his fist lightly aginst the tile wall. "Atta' girl," he says as he cums, realising unholy amounts of spunk into Ellie's mouth.

"Swollow it," he tells her, noticing her hesitation. Ellie swollows down the disgusting sludge with a gulp. "Open," he taps her cheek.

Ellie pops open her mouth, proving that she did, in fact, swollow it. "Good girl," he says as he grabs her elbow, hauling her back to her feet.

"You're already gettin' better at that," he hums, spinning her around and dropping a dolip of shampoo in her hair.

She always enjoys this part, his hands are rough but gentle as they massage the shampoo through her hair. Ellie imagines this must be what old hair salons must have been like. Minus the sucking a penis part.

But she enjoys what she gets, and feels a little disappointed when his hands leave her scalp.

They finish their scrub in moderate silence, Ellie being the occasional grope that she's come to expect. Her butts still bruised, and it still hurts when he grabs her there.

Then Miller cuts off the water.

Ellie hears rattling from behind her, then a towel drying off her hair. She fiddles with her fingers while he works.

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Ellie's locks always takes a bit long to dry, but Joel's patient enough to get the majority of the water out before moving onto her body. Her head of red hair is shiny and soft as he runs his fingers through it, taking a moment to saver it before moving on.

The bruise on her ass is dark purple and blue. He tries to be careful as he dries off her lower half, but she still flinches at the lightest of touches.

Once they're both throughly dry Joel ushers her out of the shower and over to the sink. Usually he would dress her in one of his flannels to sleep, but she's getting something special tonight.

"It's cold," Ellie complains quietly, her little body shivering and covered in goosebumps as Joel pulls up his sweatpants. "Can't I at least have my underwear?" Her pleading is sweet, but useless.

"No," he responds sharply while pulling on a t-shirt, Ellie looks down at her fiddling hands, "Yes sir."

Ever since her meltdown they've been working on respect, she's getting the hang of it quickly. Although there's another name she'd prefer her to call him, but that's for a later date.

Hell, the girl doesn't even know his actual name.

"Good girl, now turn a'round," Joel commands, she turns slowly, holding up her hair for him. He wraps the collar around her slight neck, and once it's secure, he pets her head, scratching gently at her scalp.

Joel grabs her shoulder and turns her back to face him, then clips her leash. She looks at him docilely, her lip corners perked up as she waits for an order. Seemingly content despite her shaking form. Poor pet must be cold. He'll warm her right up.

After slipping his wrist through the lead loop, Joel brings a comforting hand to her chin. Rubbing her cheek gently with his thumb.

"Come'on darlin'," he says, patting her on the butt before leading her back into the bedroom.

"On your back, now," he says once they reach the edge of the bed. Ellie squirms slightly but obeys, crawling as far as she can get with the leash. She's cute as she lies on her back, wiggling to get comfortable. Then she spreads her legs wide and tucks her knees high in the air.

Green eyes peek up at him nervously, her legs shivering as she waits for him to approach. The bed creeks and dips as Joel climbs in between her thighs.

"I'm goin' to do somethin' different to you tonight sugar," he hums and watches her gulp, "Be good for me, alright?"

"Ok," Ellie squeaks out before dropping her head back onto the mattress. Her eyes squeeze shut, brows furrowed.

Rough lips press against soft skin as he kisses a trail down her belly. She squirms, breathing quickening as he moves further and further down.

Once he reaches her core, Joel pushes her forward slightly, directing her to move her shaking legs around his shoulders.

Then he licks up her cunt. Ellie yelps and jumps out of reflex, Joel tugs on her collar and digs his fingers into her waist to hold her down.

She's sopping, and delicious as he continues making long strides up and down the length of her cunt. Joel spreads her folds with his tounge, dancing around her entrance as Ellie squeals.

Adapting to the new sensation quickly, the girl chokes out long moans, her little hole trying hard to squeeze the air.

This seems far more enjoyable to her then her fingering lessons. Especially as he wraps his lips around her clit, sucking gently on the sensitive nub.

Ellie grinds against his face, her little thighs squishing his ears. Joel moves his hands from her waist to her thighs, holding them back open and shoving his face further into her cunt.

Joel runs his teeth against her clit and she cums automatically, shaking and moaning under him. Soft thighs contort around him, holding his head on her as she grinds out her climax.

"Thank you," she breathes out dazed, as her legs finally fall back down on the bed. Her body goes limp. Joel chuckles, it usually takes a bit longer for her to fall asleep.

But just because she's done, doesn't mean he's is.

He dives right back in, rougher this time. Ellie's cunt lips are thin, and her clit is tiny. Her entire body is tiny. And her smell, is heavenly.

Joel laps at her pussy like a starved mutt, eating like he hasn't had a meal in days. Grunts and small moans leave her sleeping form, but she doesn't wake. Sleepy little thing.

Ellie's cunt squeezes him as he dives inside of her. Joel's nose rubs against her sore clit as he fucks her with his tounge.

Hips thrust wildly against his face, and moans fall out of her mouth. Then her back curls up and hands grip into his hair. "Ugh"s and "ah"s float from her until she snaps forward, cumming around his tounge.

She goes so impossibly tight when she cums, it's going to be the best fuck of his life when he gets in her.

Ellie sways back and forth as he sits against the headboard. Her eyes are glazed over and unfocused. He should give her something to focus on.

"Return the favor now doll," Joel tells her, pulling his cock out with one hand and pressing her head down with the other. "But-" she stammers, thought cut off as her mouth is put to better use then talking.

His hand wraps firmly in her hair, helping her bob up and down. Ellie gags occasionally, squirming as she's used.

Joel can see the slick dripping down her thighs like this. And he wonders, can she mutitask?

Three fingers enter her hole without warning. Ellie chokes violently as his fingers pound her without remorse. Joel matches the rythem with her throat.

The girl is crying and moaning around him as she's fucked in two holes. Maybe he should get her a plug too, get her real stuffed.

She deserves it afterall.

Joel holds himself of from finishing, Ellie needs to cum first. He goes faster, pushing her deeper but pulling out slightly with every thrust so she can catch a breath. His fingers show no such mercy, going fast and hard with a thumb rubbing her clit.

Ellie cums violently, gagging around his length. Joel groans, spilling in her mouth, holding her still.

She gags on the cum, but unable to do anything but forcibly swollow with her mouth plugged.

His cock goes soft in her mouth and her gagging slowly ceases. "Why don't you keep that warm for me baby? It's awful'y cold tonight."

Ellie shivers, body exposed to the cold room without a blanket. Her mouth is warm on his cock, occasionally sucking as she falls asleep on him.

He pets her head as she sleeps, she may be cold, but he definitely isn't.

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It's time.

He's been waiting for this moment for two agonizingly long months.

And while he didn't tell her what was going to occur tonight beforehand, the girls anxious face says she's caught on that something is up. Smart girl. Joel's girl sits in the middle of his bed, red hair flowing over her shoulders and naked as the day she was born. Blush is creeping up over her freckled cheeks as she stares at him.

He'd say it's from embarrassment. But she stopped being shy about her body around the time Joel demanded she walk about the apartment naked. No, she's more flustered, nervous than anything.

That's only natural. A girl ought to be a little nervous her first time.

Joel jacks his hand up and down his hard cock, then climbs into the bed. He weighs in his mind weither it would be better to get her off a few times before this, or just to go straight in.

It would be easier on her if he prepares her, but it would be tighter, better for him if he doesn't. Joel runs his fingers through her folds, dry. Ellie shivers at the contact, eyebrows furrowed as she nervously looks between his face and crotch.

Joel scratches his beard, ultimately deciding to prep her. It would be bad for both of them if she rips. Plus she's so tight he doubts the slick will make a difference.

"You're going to put it in aren't you?" Ellie asks. Joel nods, "yeah." Suprisingly, the girl looks a little less nervous after his conformation. Fear of the unknown he supposes.

"Be gentle?" She asks softly. Joel feels his heart ache, he probably owes her that. To at least try and be gentle on her first time. They'll have years to fuck rough.

Joel leans forward and presses a kiss to her forehead. "You be good and I'll be gentle, alright?" he says against her skin.

Gentle doesn't nessicarily means stopping when she wants to though.

Ellie nods her head slightly and drops her head onto the pillow. She squirms, more anxious then she's pretending to be.

Like always, Joel's fingers enter her without warning, pumping deep into her. Her brows furrow, then are forcibly relaxed as he presses his thumb on her clit.

Usually he'd draw this out more, but he's too impatient. Joel's waited long enough for this moment. Moans fall out of her mouth as he prepares her. She's getting much better at taking his fingers, doesn't even beg for him to stop anymore. Even when he goes for hours.

A few tears still fall, sure. But it's progress nonetheless.

She finishes quickly, becoming throughly drenched in the process. Joel can't help but lick his lips as he scoots forward, towering over her.

Joel lays his cock flush over her tummy, it reaches from her lips to right below her navel. A tear falls from her eye. He however, groans at the sight, taking it all in before moving closer.

His pet shivers, holding her knees up as he circles the head of his cock around her hole. "Ready to take me baby?" He says, more of a warning then a question. Ellie nods, lower lip shaking.

Joel presses the tip inside of her, not even getting half an inch deep before she starts panting, face contorting with pain. "It's to big," she says, chest heaving. "Steady girl," he shushes, "it's goin' in."

He hisses in pleasure as he slides an inch in, his cock stretching her little hole obscenely wide. "It hurtsss," she says, tears starting to trail down her face.

"I'm barely inside now hush'up."

Ellie's lip quivers, but she quiets down. She's right, though. Joel's way too big for her. He can't even get half his cock in her mouth, and that hole is much bigger than this one.

But it's like what he said the first time she saw it. He's going to make it fit.

Joel does his best to keep his promise. Thrusting his hips centimeter by centimeter. The rim of her cunt is already red, it'll definitely be bruised tomorrow. It's like shoving a damn bullet through a needle tip.

He gets to two inches inside with minimal fuss. Joel thinks it's going pretty well, until he looks back to her face. Ellie's face is red and drenched in tears. Her knuckles are white from gripping the sheets. And she looks to be in an awful lot of pain.

Joel sighs, maybe she just needs some help.

The pad of his thumb presses against her clit and she yerks, only to accidentally take him in deeper. Ellie sobs at the sudden stretch, the audible cries she's been holding in finally flowing from her mouth.

His hips pull back slightly, before thrusting slowly back to where he was before. Ellie yelps with every painfully slow thrust. Joel moans at the sensation, trying to ignore the bubbling annoyce in his stomach at her wriggling. He's not even a third inside of her yet.

Joel moves his thumb faster, determined to loosen her up enough to get it in. Ellie chokes out sobs under him as her cunt reflexively tightens.

"Stop, please stop," she cries has he edges her closer and closer to climaxing. "Come'on doll just let it happen," Joel coaxes, thrusting a little faster. "It hurts," she moans.

He pinches roughly on her clit, making it actually hurt since she insists so much that it does. She cums, and Joel thrusts forward sharply as she unconsciously relaxes.

Ellie screams, earsplitting and agonized as he reaches four inches inside of her. Joel slaps his hand over her mouth, "quiet down or I'll quiet you." The neighbors will ignore a lot, but that, was way to fucking loud.

Another sob falls from her mouth as he releases his palm. "Please take it out," she begs, "Please, Please, it hurts." Joel shushes her, "quit your tantrum now girl, don't make this harder on yourself."

He thrusts again, causing her to squeal as she's impaled further. "You said you'd be gentle," she says through tears. "This is me being gentle," he grows, "if you don't quit your bitchin' I'll stop bein' gentle"

Ellie bites down on her lower lip, her hands grasping onto her collar as he shallowly thrusts. He's barely halfway in and she's already acting like he's killing her.

Her eyes squeeze shut as Joel continues to pump in and out of her. What probably feels like hell for her sure feels like heaven to him. And his pleasure is the only one that really counts in this relationship.

Ellie is his pet, a beloved pet, but a pet nonetheless.

Joel decides to pick up his pace, she'll just have to follow. His hips start snapping faster, harder, but he still doesn't dip over five inches.

His eyes gaze over her little breasts and onto her tummy. And he thinks he could cum at the sight, a slight budge in her stomach; moving with his cock.

Joel's hips snap another inch deep. It's actually starting to get real good until.

Ellie screams again, "I CAN'T DO IT GET OFF OF ME." Her legs try to swipe under his, and her little fists punch against his chest. "That's enough," he hisses, grabbing wrists.

Joel pulls out of her, "I tried to be nice but since you're being a fucking brat." He flips her onto her stomach, pinning her legs open with his knees. "I'll treat you like one."

He yanks up her hips, then thrusts fully inside of her. Eight heavenly inches deep. Joel grabs her lashing arms by the wrists, pinning her down on the bed with one hand.

Ellie screams, blood curdling screams of pure agony as he pounds into her. His other hand roughly shoves her head into the mattress.

His hips snap in and out of her mercilessly. Tight, tight, fucking tight. Without her tantrum in the way Joel can finally savor the sweet little pussy he's worked so hard for.

Once he's sure her screams have stopped he releases her head, letting her face pop up to breathe. He moves one of her wrists to his other hand, spreading her arms to get a better position to really pound into her.

Instead of screams, only pained yelps and sobs come out of her. He's sure he's fucking her harder than he's fucked any woman in his life, but then again her cunt is the best one he's ever had.

The tip of his cock smashes repeatedly into her cervix; Stretching her further then her body little can handle as he makes sure every millimeter is in her.

His balls smack against her skin, mixing with the trusting and sobbing it makes for a wonderfully obscene experience. Joel thinks he may die right here, it's only right, this is the closest to heaven he's ever getting.

Joel's thrusts get sloppy as he comes closer and closer to finishing. Nails dig into Ellie's soft skin as he uses her for an anchor.

The room around him has gone silent, he can't even hear his pets cries. Only static fills his ears and mind. Until, boom.

He cums, pressing his hips flush with her ass and almost crushing her. Joel lays his forehead on her back, content groans falling from him as he recovers from the best orgasm of his life.

It takes a few moments for Ellie's cries and uncoherent begging to reach his ears. Joel pulls out, moaning as he unplugs her. He settles back on his knees, and lifts her butt in the air slightly to see what he's made of her.

Ellie's hole is red, with globs of cum slowly seeping out. But she's still impressively tight. So tight, he thinks he may be able to get a few more good fucks out of her tonight.

"Are we done?" She asks, her voice small and raw. Green eyes peek up at him from where her cheek is still pressed against the matress, begging wordlessly.

Joel hums and pets gently down her back. "No darlin', I'm goin' to use you a few more times tonight." His cock jumps as she lets out a long sob, a plea on her tounge that goes unspoken out of good judgement.

Just for that, he thinks he'll give her something to make it go easier.

"I'll be right back baby," he hums and presses a kiss to her shoulderblade. Then he scrambles up onto his feet, and out of the bedroom.

The sound of Ellie sobbing can be heard as he walks through the living room and into the kitchen. He's already half hard when he reaches the fridge, pulling it open and producing a bottle of moonshine. This should loosen her up plenty.

Joel takes a swig of the offensive liquid as he wonders back into the bedroom.

He smirks when he re-enters the bedroom to find Ellie laying on the bed, back in her original spread eagle position. "You ready to be a good girl?" Joel asks, sitting down on the bed next to her.

Ellie nods.

"Drink," Joel demands, pressing the bottle to her lips. Ellie's tounge sticks out and licks it, then she gags at the taste. Joel laughs at the reaction, "It'll make it hurt less."

That's all she needed to get past the taste, wrapping her lips around the jug. Joel tips it up, Ellie flinches at the taste but drinks it down anyway, sipping until he takes it away.

He gives her two or three shots, enough to really loosen her up.

Joel wraps his fingers around one of her nipples as he waits for it to kick in. She moans as he rolls the nub with his fingers. Ellie's slowly starting to enjoy getting her little tits played with, so its quickly becoming one of his favorite pass times.

He rolls her nipple with his pointer finger and thumb, squeezing gently. "Yes," she hisses, pressing her chest further into his hand. Joel releases her nipple, getting an annoyed grunt in response.

Lowering his head, Joel catches her nub with his mouth, sucking it and rubbing it with his teeth. The other tit gets the same hand treatment as the first, pinching, pulling, rubbing as her moans pick up heavily.

The alcohol is starting to seep into her system, so Joel takes advantage. His hand abandons her tit, snaking sown between her thighs and repeating the process on a much more sensitive nub.

Ellies arm grabs onto his back, she moves it like it weighs a ton. She pats his back, and it's obvious what she wants. Joel speeds up his hand and mouth, pushing her over the edge.

She cums, clenching around drying spunk and air. "Yes, yes, yes" she moans breathy. A stark contrast from thirty minutes ago.

The alcohol has almost fully kicked in now, Ellie's gaze is unsteady and her legs sway. Joel presses a kiss to her sweaty forehead, "I'm goin' to use you now baby."

Ellie slurs a hum in response, brain most likely turning to mush with her first taste of alcohol.

Joel shuffles around between her legs, then lines himself back with her messy hole. This time she doesn't scream or cry when he slides home. Her mouth only parts slightly with the impact, eyes fluttering shut.

He starts a nicer pace this time, making long, deep strides to batter her insides instead of fast pounding at her now-probably-bruised cervix.

Ellie's mouth hangs open as he gets into a good rhythm, letting cute little noises punch out of her throat.

"Ugh! ugh! ugh! ugh!" She sounds in tandem with the slap of each thrust, pushing her body up slightly. It gives her tiny tits some bounce.

And the bump, so much more visible without her struggling. Joel watches amazed as it slides up and down inside of her.

He presses his hand against it and groans as he feels the pressure from inside. Ellie lets out a confused sqeak. Joel smiles down at her, grabbing her palm and directing her to feel as he fucks her.

"What'that?" She slurs, pressing her hand down roughly aginst the bump. Joel moans and picks up the pace. "That's me baby."

Ellie pops her head up, doing her best to coordinate herself as she tries to figure out what's going on. Joel helps her lift her head slightly, directing her to look at the little bump. "That's my cock in you."

"Uhh," she drops her head back down, entirely wasted and delirious as she continues pressing down and rubbing on the bulge, eliciting moans from him.

Joel fucks her faster and faster, reveling in her squeaks and yelps.

He repaints her insides, cumming into her with a loud moan and stammering hips. It takes a moment for him to come back to earth, and when he does he finds Ellie out cold.

But he's not fucking done with her yet. Joel has another round or two in him, and he knows she'll be too sore to fuck tomorrow or the day after, so he may as well get his fill now.

Joel flicks her on the cheek, getting nothing in response but a faint snore. He grinds his teeth, she'll still be tight while sleeping won't she?

With a somehow already cubbing cock Joel steps out of bed, grabbing his sleeping pets waist to drag her to the edge. He takes another swig of the moonside, then a second. A buzz fills his body, urging on the primal need to fuck her.

It's like a drug, and he's already addicted.

He slams himself into her, moaning loudly as he rearranges her guts. The bump in her belly pops in and out, ecoraging him to go faster, fuck harder then he did the first time.

The only noises that come out of Ellie now are pained whimpers. He'll get her shitfaced on painkillers for a few days, she'll be fine.

Joel curls over, biting onto her neck.

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Ellie's cunt is bright red, bruised, gaping, and dripping thick globs of pinkish cum as Joel runs a wet washcloth over it. She'll be sore for a good while, but he's got painkillers.

There's blood, as expected. But it'll heal.

Joel internally scolds himself once again for going to far. Finally sobering up after hours of abusing her tiny body.

But he just couldn't help himself, she's too good to resist.

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Pain. White hot burning pain that shoots up her body before she even crosses fully into consciousness. Ellie yerks violently and releases a pained cry.

The room is too bright, even behind her closed eyes. Why is it so bright? Is someone shining a flashlight over her eyes?

Her insides are throbbing, like her guts have been ripped out. A sob forces its way out of her lips as she curls her hands over her tummy.

Ellies insides must be destroyed. That's the only reasonable awnser to this agony. Did someone shove a knife inside of her?

It's too much. She's dying. There's no way she can't be dying if she hurts this much. Ellie gags over rising bile in her throat. She's going to throw up and then drown in it because her body hurts too much to move.

Ellie tries to scream for help, but all that comes out of her is a raspy wheeze and cough.

Death must be better than this. Anything is better than this.

Heavy footsteps pound in her ears like a jackhammer as someone quickly approaches her. She groans as the bed caves in slightly, jostling her.

A soft voice from above shushes her, then she feels an arm wrap around her back. Ellie is lifted up slightly, and the rim of a cup is pressed against her lips.

"Drink it, baby," the voice coaxes her. She tries to open her eyes, but the world is too bright. It's too painful. "It'll make you feel better." Ellie parts her lips immediately, letting the cool liquid slip down her throat.

It soothes her raw esophagus. And she can't tell exactly what the drink is, but it tastes vaguely like dirt and grass. Ellie sips it down slowly, feeling a hand rubbing gently on her side.

"Good girl," she's praised as the cup is pulled away. "Miller?" She asks softly, her voice pained and rough as she tries her hardest to focus.

"Yes, baby, it's me you're ok," he hums, pressing a kiss to her pounding forehead. "It hurts," she groans, trying to ignore the burning pain radiating from her vagina.

Miller lays her back down on the bed, "I told you, it always hurts the first time." He did say that, didn't he? Ellie just thought it wouldn't be that bad.

A blanket is pulled over her shivering body, "I had to break you in. It'll be better next time." Ellie hums in response. That makes sense. At least she thinks it does. She's not sure of anything right now.

The bed creeks and a lightswich flicks off. Leaving the room in darkness which immediately soothes her pounding skull. She sighs in relief, her hands relaxing even though she doesn't remember balling them. Then the bed caves back in, and a body presses against hers.

"Just go back to sleep, doll. I'll take care of you."

His voice sounds like honey in her ears. And despite the situation, she feels safe, especially as he wraps his arms around her.

The room is spinning around her, and she only has Miller to keep her grounded. He's warm. Ellie's so tired, and she feels so dizzy. But the pain is starting to spowly wain away. Turning into a dull ache as opposed to excruciating pain.

He's helping her feel better, like he said he would.

And she thinks, something, then nothing at all.

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Ellie fades in and out of consciousness for some time, days she thinks, waking only to be given the dirt drink or pee. And she always falls right back asleep. But every time she wakes up, her body aches a little less.

"How do you feel?" Miller asks her, petting her cheek as she slowly comes to. "M'ok," she responds, brain still foggy. Rough lips press gently against hers, "Good."

He pulls away, and Ellie instinctually grabs his t-shirt. "Stay," she coughs, tugging him. Ellie wants to cuddle against his chest while he rubs her back. He's comforting.

He's safe.

Sure, he's a little rough during training, but

"Please?" She peaks her sore eyes open, the world around her still fuzzy and bright. But she can make out his shape.

"I'm goin' to get you some food, aren't you hungry?" Miller asks, and her stomach immediately growls in response. He chuckles then kisses her forehead. "Can you turn the light off? It burns," Ellie stammers out as his boots trail across the bedroom.

"Of'course baby," he says, flicking off the light as he leaves.

Ellie hears herself sigh in relief as the room is basked in darkness. The unbearable pounding in her brain calms, turning into a pinprick in her forehead.

It must be night, because she hears no sound other than her own breathing. And what she thinks is Miller in the other room. It's strange, though, because the apartment complex still has its night-time noises.

Maybe she's just too tired to hear them. Maybe everyone is asleep for some reason. Either way, she's glad for the silence.

Ellie's body still hurts, her insides ache, but she doesn't think she's dying anymore. Maybe she can get Miller to put his mouth her again. That feels good. Better than when he puts his fingers inside of her.

Warmth starts to build in her tummy.

Heavy footsteps re-enter the bedroom and stop next to the bed. Ellie squints her eyes open, her gaze landing on Miller as he stands over her.

"Come'on baby sit up," he coos, his hands wrapping around her waist and pulling her to up. Ellie's back leans against the metal bedframe.

Miller tucks a strand of hair behind her ear before lifting up a glass to her mouth. She parts her lips, lifting her hands to wrap around his as he tips the cup.

The liquid is warm, bitter, and it tastes like dirt. But as it enters her system, she feels some of her aches start to fade away. Once every drop is gone, he lowers the glass, placing it on the floor with a click.

Then he climbs into the bed next to her, sandwich in hand. Miller overs it to her, and she happily accepts, shoving it into her mouth. It's peanutbutter.

Ellie didn't realize how hungry she was until it reached her tongue. Her stomach growls as she takes large bites. "Hey now, don't eat too fast. You'll make yourself sick."

She's tired enough to comply immediately, slowing down her biting rate and chewing speed. Ellie giggles to herself, analyzing herself eating like the characters in savage starlight talk about spaceships.

Her head is getting fuzzy again; she's disconnected from the room around her, sucked into her own thoughts. Then her sandwich is gone, and she's left with just the warm buzz in her privates.

Miller's hands land on her bare thigh, fingers running over her skin. Ellie's clit throbs at the contact, and her eyes snap to his face. He smiles at her when she looks at him, it's warm, comforting.

Ellie leans down, or tries to, but instead she falls face-first onto him. Her lips make contact with his jaw as she goes for a kiss. Miller bursts out laughing.

Why is he laughing at her?

She makes a distressed noise, pushing her hands on his chest for balance. Ellie looks at him with uncoordinated eyes, and sniffles.

Miller stifles his laughter and places a hand on her butt, holding her up. "I'm sorry baby," he apologies, but it doesn't seem all that genuine. But Ellie's too single-minded at the moment to dwell on that.

This time when she dives down she manages to make contact with his lips. Ellie wraps her arms around his shoulders. Since they've decided to turn into spaghetti as Miller starts kissing her back.

Ellie smothers him, laying against his chest as he runs his hands over her bare butt. She realizes she's naked then, then realizes she doesn't care and nuzzles in further.

His lips are rough against hers, and it feels like he's trying to eat her. Their noses squish together, and he guides her to open her mouth. Miller shoves his tounge in, tangling it with hers. Spit hangs between their lips whenever they come up for air.

A fleeting thought enters her mind, so before she looses it, she pulls her face back from his slightly, trying her best to balance.

Miller raises an eyebrow at her, or at least she's pretty sure he does. Ellie's swaying, vision fuzzy, with an ache in her cunt that's taking all of her attention.

"Whats' your name?" She asks, voice slurred and sleepy. Her hands dig roughly into his shoulders as she holds herself up. He smiles at her, "Joel." Ellie giggles, "You look like a Joel."

He does, old name for an old man.

"But I got somethin' better for you to call me baby," he says as her, squeezing her ass as he says it. Ellie hums in response. The world around them is disconnected, and the only thing here is him. Everything else is gone, nonexistent.

"I want you to call me Daddy," Joel says to her. Ellie thinks on it, her eyelids drooping. She's never had a dad before, but he takes care of her, so she supposes he's close enough.

"M'kay daddy," Ellie responds softly and dips back in for another kiss. Joel moans into her lips, grabbing onto her hips to grind her against him.

Ellie feels his dick start to press against her, starts to feel her brain go misty and her heartbeat in her clit. She wants it in her.

"Your thing is hard," she mumbles against his lips. Her voice slurred and lustful.

Joel chuckles, "you goin' to do somethin' about it?"

Ellie hums, pressing another peck to his lips as she processes what he's saying. "Ok," she responds, not knowing exactly what else to say.

"Let's try makin' love again, what do ya say?" He smiles lovingly at her. Ellie grinds herself against his buldge, "ok."

Joel laughs and reaches across the bed to grab, something, from his nightstand. Then he pulls his cock out of his sweatpants and clicks open a, bottle?

Ellie keeps her gaze forward, trying not to topple over onto his chest. But she can't help but jump when he sticks his fingers inside of her. They're coated in something wet and cold.

She whines.

"I know it's cold baby but it's gonna help it go in easier- God, you're already so wet," Joel says as he pumps his fingers in and out of her. Ellie squirms slightly, doing her best to adjust to the tempo, but before she can, he's already pulled out.

"Gonna sick in it ya now baby," he groans, accent growing thick as he wipes the excess wetness betwene her thighs.

Ellie digs her nails into his shoulders as he lines his tip up with her. Anticipation and fear flutter through her veins as she feels him start to press in.

Ellies eyes pop open at the initial stretch. Joel holds on tight to her hips, so tight that there will no doubt be bruises pressed into her skin in the morning. "It's ok doll I gotcha," he soothes, rubbing his thumbs back and forth on her skin.

Her eyebrows furrow but she doesn't protest, just holds on as he bounces her gently up and down. She waits anxiously for the pain to come as she's moved further and further down his length.

But it doesn't come, if anything, it feels kinda good.

Ellie's face uncrincles and she relaxes. She feels, full, but not in the splitting apart way it felt like before. There's a warm buzz radiating around her lower half, it's nice.

"You're doin' real good baby," Joel praises as she's pulled further down onto him. Ellie's eyes flutter shut, and she tries her best to match his movements, grinding down with his hands.

She grinds and bounces until there's no more to take. Ellie peaks down, pressing her hand against his chest as she tries to see where they're connected.

Instead, she sees a small bump protruding from her tummy. Ellie groans at the sight and makes a testing bounce, watching intensely as it slides up and down.

"Already a pro baby, look at'cha ridin'," Joel praises her, running his hands over her buttcheeks.

Her body sways as she tries to ride him, until she's unable to keep herself up. Ellie falls onto his chest, her face landing on his shoulder. She whines, still trying to grind for that sweet fullness.

"It's ok baby' I'll take it from here," he coos, moving his grip back to her hips and moving her up and down gently. Ellie moans, enjoying the pressure and the flutter in her stomach.

"That feel good darlin'?" Joel whispers into her ear, his voice sounds warm and comforting. Ellie opens her mouth to respond but at that moment he pulls her all the way up, then back down.

"Daddy" She moans into his neck, slurred and far-away. Her breathing heavies as he picks up the pace. Ellie can hear her heartbeat in her ears, can feel his cock in her skull and she loves it.

Ellie's moans pick up, becoming louder and longer with an occasional "daddy" thrown in. It only seems to make him go faster.

Until he hits a spot that makes her scream, her toes curl and her nails sqeeze into him. "Yes!," she moans, grinding down to try and find that spot again. "Did I find it baby? Did daddy find it?" Joel asks through grunts and moans, trying to get a look at her face.

Her eyes roll into the back of her head as he hits the spot again. Ellie moans, her head drooping back as he aims for it, hitting it over and over again.

She thinks she may be drooling as she half-consciously chants "daddy, daddy, ah!, daddy," with every thrust. Then her vision goes white, and she cums, body shaking violently as her cunt grips onto him.

Something hot and wet enters her and she groans, crashing forwards onto his chest once more.

Then the world goes blissfully dark.

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Joel watches his movements intensely as he tucks strand into strand. It's muscle memory at this point, brading hair. Even two decades after Sarah's death, he still knows how to do it, can do it without even thinking about it.

He had morned when Sarah cut her beautiful long blonde hair. Tommy had taken her, gone to a hair stylist while babysitting. And while Joel missed braiding his baby's hair then, he'd do anything to run his hands through her short hair again.

But Ellie's not Sarah.

Ellie can't go and cut her hair off, not unless he says so, and he won't. He missed this, menial as it is. Joel wraps the hairtie around the end of her second ponytail. She turns to look at him once his hands drop from her.

"Daddy?" She asks sweetly, waiting for her next instructions, because she's such a good little thing. God, he thinks he might love her. Joel presses a soft kiss to her forehead, then smiles at her.

"On your knees, baby," Joel instructs, and she immediately obeys, because she's a good girl. Ellie drops off his lap and onto the cold ground. She looks up at him with soft eyes as she unbuckles his belt.

Joel holds onto her leash as he looks down at her, baby fat cheeks so prominent at this angle. "Go'on now you know what to do."

Ellie pulls his jeans and boxers down, letting his cock pop out and smack her face. She rubs her cheek against it, smothering precum over her face. It's cute, how she treats it like her favorite thing in the world.

With the girls anxiety and shyness starting to fade, she's begun to become a cheeky little thing.

Well, when it evolves his equipment.

Then she licks it, a long stripe up his length. Joel moans, wrapping the leash around his wrist a few more times.

The girl presses soft kisses to his cock, dancing her tounge up and around it until it's throughly wet and twitching. She's learning quickly. Joel pets the top of her head, urging her to move on.

Her long braids sway as she wraps her lips around the head, suckling gently. Green eyes don't loose contact with him, even as tears start to gather around their edges. The sweet girl takes inch by inch until she gets halfway down, and gags. She comes up for air, breathing sharply.

Ellie's hand grasps around the base, and starts jacking him off while her mouth returns to the tip. She manages to reach the halfway point again, this time without choking.

Drool spills from her lips and onto her chin. She's messy, pretty, with teary eyes.

Joel can see the girl trying her best to breathe through her nose, she's getting better at that too. Her lips are stretched around him as she bobs. And he can't help but imagine what she'd look like with the whole thing in her mouth.

"You're doin' so much better at this sweetheart," he praises through a moan, running his thumb over her cheek as she takes him down her throat. "Gag reflex is better too."

Ellie slides off from his length for a moment, compensating for the loss with her hand movements. "Thank you daddy," she says politely, her voice already hoarse from use.

Then she captures the tip again, and slides back down with little resistance. Her free reaches for his balls and starts gently massaging them. Joel slams his fist on the side of his chair at the contact "Goddamn baby!"

Ellie speeds up, bobbing her head faster until Joel grits his teeth, moaning. It builds, and builds. Then his vision goes white, and he cums, painting the inside of her mouth. She waits until the spurts stop, then slowly pulls off him.

Ellie opens her mouth, showing him the mess of cum and he groans at the sight. She swollows, looking him in the eye as she licks her lips. "Good girl," he coos, patting her on the head.

"Clean up your mess now' girl," Joel instructs, "gently."

Ellie smiles at him then sticks her tounge, licking off the mess of spit and cum. She does a good job of it, too, making sure to not over do it with the sensitive organ.

Once she's done she folds her hands on her lap, staring up at him, placid, waiting.

"Come ere' and let me love on you," Joel says after a moment, patting his leg. Ellie pops up, and climbs into his lap. She sits facing away from him, which he quickly corrects by spinning her around to hang her legs over the chair arm.

Her floral panties are sodden, a wet spot of arousal over her cunt. Ellie tries to squeeze her legs shut, blush covering her face. Joel pulls her thighs back open, "Don't go gettin' embarrassed it's a good thing."

Ellie relaxes at his words, but retains some of that nervous energy she gets before he touches her.

She's wearing a tanktop today, its blue with a graphic of bubbles from the power puff girls on it. But it's not hiding much, as her nipples poke out like tents in the cool air.

It's starting to dip into fall, but not quite cold yet. And Joel smiles at the fact he's had her for a whole season now, three months. His girls made such good progress, soon she'll be perfect.

Joel slips his fingers under her panties, working down until he finds her swollen clit. Ellie gasps sharply as he makes contact with the bud, he loves how sensitive she is.

Loves how vocal she is.

He gives her mercy on her abused hole, no doubt still raw from last night's rough use. Ellie seems to prefer plain rubbing anyway. She moans as he tugs and rubs on her clit, her toes flexing in her mismatched socks.

Her mouth parts slightly, letting her whimpers and breathy moans escape as he works her. Ellie knows he likes her sounds, and she's so good at giving them to him.

"Ya' sound beautiful baby," he coos into her ear. Ellie melts under the praise, turning into puddy in his hands. She moans louder, her head dipping back onto his shoulder.

Ellie whines, writhing under him like she always does when she's this worked up.

Joel gives her clit a sharp pinch and she squeals, cumming immediately and grasping his hand with hers. He continues his fast movements until her moans turn into pained cries.

Then he retracts his hand, giving her soaking cunt a loving swipe beforehand. Wetness drips on his fingers, and it tastes amazing as he dips his fingers in his mouth.

Ellie's eyes are closed when he looks back down at her, curled up in his lap like a lapdog. Joel pets her hair, already messy again. He'd fix it but, he likes the evidence of a successful blowjob left on her. It matches well with the dried cum on her chin.

A jarring bang lands on the apartment door. Ellie practically jumps out of her skin, head popping out of whatever post-coital trance she was in. Her eyes snap to him in a questioning manner and he groans.

Joel grumbles under his breath, keeping a soothing hand on Ellie's back as she looks tentatively between him and the door. Probably just a neighbor wanting something. "Ignore it darlin'," he says, more to himself than her.

She hums and leans back onto his chest, closing her eyes. Until another bang hits the door, more violent, "GET OUT HERE ASSHOLE!"

That catches his attention, Joel furrows his eyebrows, annoyed, as Ellie nervously burrows into him.

"The fuck?" Joel grunts, feeling bubbling rage start to simmer under his skin. Who the hell? He scoots Ellie off of him as he stands, leaving her huddled in the corner of the recliner. Her leash falls onto her lap, and she looks so impossibly small.

Can't even have a moment of peace after a long day.

Another bang hits the door, this time joined by muffled fussing. Joel glares at the door as he approaches, while simultaneously tucking his half-hard dick back into his pants.

Joel clicks open the deadlock, then the extra, more reliable lock he installed. He cracks the door open, just enough to see the body of a smaller man.

The man looks at Joel with rage in his eyes, but as he sizes Joel up his attitude falters. He looks less confident as Joel opens the door wider, leaning his arm against the doorframe.

"What do you want?" Joel asks, voice priked with anger and annoyce. The lesser man's attitude falters more, and he crosses his arms.

"I need you to keep your bitch down," he hisses, looking at Joel with faux confidence. But he looks more like a puppy then any sort of wolf.

"The hell did you jus' say to me?" Joel responds, leaning out of the doorframe slightly. Entering the man's space.

The smaller man swollows, then looks from him to inside the apartment.

Joel can pinpoint the exact moment he sees his Ellie, as the man's eyes grow wide. "Is that a fucking kid?" He asks, accusatory.

He pushes the man back, further away from the door and away from Ellie. "Doesn't matter to you now does it?," Joel responds, hovering over the man.

The man clears his throat, stepping closer to Joel "just- you're too loud, my kids can hear you." He tries to sound assured, "they can't sleep."

Joel grunts, pushing the man back again. This time he hits the wall, and slides down. Landing on his ass, and groaning at the impact. The man looks at him with a slightly angry, slightly frightened face as Joel looks down at him.

"Mind your own fuckin' business."

Joel slams the door shut behind him, clicking the locks back into place and giving it a testing pull.

His boots are heavy on the floor as he reapproaches his girl. Ellie looks at him with loving eyes, holding her leash back up for him to take. His dick throbs at the sight. Joel smiles at her, taking the lead and looping it around his wrist.

"Sweetheart," he hums as he lifts her by her waist once again, this time to place her back on his lap. Ellie turns to face him, legs tucked around his waist. Lithe arms wrap over his shoulders, and soft lips press aginst his.

Her lips are soft, and sweet. Pressing against his with uncoordinated pecks. Joel tugs on one of her braids, prompting her to open her mouth, which she does.

He tastes her like a starved man, cupping her ass and dragging her closer to him. Ellie's skin is flushed, baby soft, it feels like heaven on his fingertips.

Ellie humps the air, her hips grinding against nothing as Joel digs his fingers into her ass. It'll be bruised in the morning, he's sure of it.

She releases breathy whines whenever they come up for air, hungry little thing. Joel's been training her to take more, want more, so its unsurprising that she's ready for more so soon.

Joel fan feel her heartbeat, fluttering like a humming bird as her nose squishes against his. Her kisses are messy, slobbery, with heavy breathing mixed in.

She's warm to the touch, buzzing with nervous energy; so he decides to give the poor thing a little relief.

Joel lifts one of his knees, nudging her to mount his thigh.

Getting the jist almost immediately, Ellie starts humping his thigh. Her face is red, cheeks puffing as her hips move in an uncoordinated pattern.

The sensation must be muffled through her panties, because her face is crinkled, frustrated, with annoyed huffes leaving her mouth.

Joel hooks his fingers around the crotch her panties, tugging the fabric to the side and allowing her clit to make contact with the rough denim of his jeans.

Ellie shudders, grasping onto his shoulders as she grinds. Her eyes squeeze shut, nose scrunches as she gets herself off.

It's always a treat to watch her masterbate. Unfocused, uncoordinated, but so very eager. He should try to get her to cowgirl on him soon, she's pretty riding his thigh, he bets she'd look even better on his dick.

Ellie orgasm hits quick and fast, leaving a damp spot on his pants. She puffs the air out of her cheeks and collapses into his chest. Wiggling contently.

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The frilly socks on her feet where once white, sometime a few decades ago, but are now a little more beige then anything. One sits higher then the other which is rolled down under her ankle.

Ellie shifts, bouncing nervously on her heels.

Joel's eyes flicker up her lithe body, over her soft, bruised thighs. The dress she's in leaves nothing to the imagination, barely covering her ass cheeks with its lacey layers.

It holds tightly on her waist and tits, her nipples protrude through the floral fabric. And a little bow sits at the top, right between her barely present boobs.

The girl looks nervous, unsettled, but she always does at the start.

Joel however, couldn't possibly be more at ease. He reclines on the bed, back against the headboard while stroking his cock, naked as the day he was born. His dick twitches and throbs in his palm, standing ready to give the sweet thing a nice ride.

Ellie's pretty eyes look into his, obedient, dispite her jitters.

He releases his cock, moving his hand to tap on his thigh. An unspoken command that she submits to immediately.

The girl crawls onto her bed, tiny titties swaying as she approaches him. They're starting to grow, ever so slightly.

Once she stills, on her knees above his cock, Joel takes a moment to run his hands over the little mounds. Then he yanks her top down in a swift motion, letting her tits pop out on display.

Ellie squeaks at the suddenness but calms quickly, leaning her chest against his hands. Her tits are soft and perky, with little pink nipples that pled him to suck on them everytime he sees them.

Maybe later.

"These are growin' in nicely," he compliments, rolling a nip between his thumb and pointer finger while simultaneously tugging on the other.

Ellie bites her lip, face growing red.

Joel pinches her left nipple, rather roughly. "I said," he pinches the other, twisting hard, "these are growin' in nicely."

"Thank-" she hiccups, "thank you daddy."

His hands release her now puffy red nips, giving one of them a smack with his palm. She yelps at the contact, shadows of tears starting to appear in the corners of her eyes.

"You're welcome' sweetheart," Joel hums, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

"Go' on then girl, ride," he punctuates the sentence with a sharp thrust of his hips, causing the tip of his cock to brush over her lips.

"Yes daddy," Ellie responds automatically, moving one of her hands to hold onto his shoulder for balance. Her eyes look to him for an awnser to a question he knows.

Joel quickly slides his hand under her dress, proding his fingers at her entrance to find a bit of slickness. "No prep this time, you're wet enough."

Ellie shudders as she uses her free hand to grab his cock, lining it up with her hole. Poor things not very good at this yet, especially with the dress blocking her view.

"I've got it," Joel coos, swating her hand away and lining up his cock with her cunt. Her lip wobbles as she places her other hand on his opposite shoulder.

"Quit stallin' you've done this before," he demands, seeing the fear flicker in her eyes. It's true, she has ridden him before, but she was high off her mind on painkillers.

Since then he's only taken her on her back.

Oh well, she needs to learn.

Ellie starts to sink, squeezing her eyes shut as the tip starts to sink inside of her. "Eyes open," Joel corrects. Her eyes flicker open, but don't quite make contact with his.

He grabs her chin, holding her face still so she looks at him properly. "So pretty," Joel compliments, looking at her blushed face with a single tear trailing down her cheek.

This time she tries to respond, but it just comes out as a whimpered "daddy" as she falters slightly, taking a bit too much of him in at once. It's fine, that squeak was cuter then the intended statement.

She's pathetic, beautifully so. Face contorting in a mix of pain and pleasure. Probably mostly pain. But her eyes don't break with his, even as he thrusts up in her without warning.

Then she slips.

Ellie's mouth falls open, a choked cry falls from her mouth as she's forced to be seated all the way down at once. Impaled to her tummy by his cock.

What must have felt like being ripped open to her, taking over half of his cock at once, sure felt like heaven to him. Joel's eyes flutter as he lets out a long moan.

"So tight baby," he praises as she chokes out a short sob, tears flowing from her eyes.

Joel waits a moment for her to get re-adusted to his size in her, taking a bit of mercy on the poor thing before demanding, "Bounce."

Ellies shakey hands return to his shoulders as she slowly gathers herself back onto her knees. "Daddy," she whimpers as she lifts herself up slightly, before sliding back down.

"Godamn girl!" Joel moans as he feels her tight cunt make contact with his nuts. "Tight, tight, tight," he mutters in ecstasy, finally releasing her chin to place his palms on her ass.

She needs to learn to bounce on her own, so he doesn't place any real pressure, just enjoys the soft skin in his hands.

Ellie quickly gets the hang of it, going further and further up him each round. Her tears have started to dry up, but she still flinches whenever she drops.

"Ya' feel so good baby," Joel groans, giving her ass an encouraging smack, then another.

"You- you feel good to daddy," Ellie says through whimpered moans, and when Joel's eyes finally focus on her face he sees a bit of pleasure in her eyes.

"Can feel it in yer' tummy can't you?" He asks, massaging her ass cheeks thoroughly as she bounces.

This time she goes all the way up to the top, until the tip of his cock is barely kissing her hole before dropping down. Ellies eyes roll back into her head and she moans while simultaneously flinching.

"It's in my chest," she stutters, rising back up again, knees no doubt tired already. She'll get stamina eventually.

It can't hurt to give her some help.

"Big ain't it? You take it so well sugar, best hole I've ever had," he purrs to her as his hands grip onto her hips, leaving marks that will turn into finger shaped bruises tomorrow.

In the back of his head he knows he's talking like he's in a cheap nineties porno. But the way her eyebrows furrow and her cunt squeezes, he knows it's working for her too.

"You're such a good little pet, such a good whore," Joel coos as she impales herself on him. Ellie whines out a moan, her cunt leaking their mixed wetness onto his groin.

"You're my good whore aren't you? Love taking my cock right baby?" He asks with a sickening sweet cadence, deciding to see how far his praise can go.

Ellie nods, "yes daddy." Her speech is slurred and slow, through sweet moans.

"Yes what?" Joel asks, like a teacher prodding for an awnser.

"I'm a good whore," she whines, new tears starting to flow from her eyes as her no-doubt sore cunt continues to take him to the best of its stretched abilities.

She's always bruised after sex, no matter how gentle he is with her.

"And?" Joel raises his eyebrows.

"I-" Ellie stutters, like his cock has somehow managed to get into her throat, "I love your cock!" The words sound blissfully obesene as they flow from her puffy lips.

Joel takes control, lifting her up and down faster, not giving her time to process what's going on completely as he pressures her.

"Daddy," she moans, voice whiney like a toddler begging for something.

"You like being my pet don't you? I take good care of my little girl don't I?" Joel's voice is laced with breathy moans as he says it to her, not once breaking eye contact.

Ellie moans, lips parting enough for Joel to press a quick, sloppy kiss to them. He bites on her bottom lip, tugging before releasing her.

"I'm your whore- pet, ima- good girl," she slurs, bordering on unintelligible as Joel thrusts into her with vigor.

A long, crying moan falls from her mouth as her head dips back. And her hole tightens around him like it's trying to snap his cock in half.

Her body jerks with her orgasm, twitching as he pushes her onto his back. It takes a moment for him to readjust, but he's back inside of her in record time, her legs on his shoulders as he pounds into her like it's the last time he ever will.

"Goddamn- fuck- Jesus," Joel spits as her cunt tightens again, and she cums for a second time in a row. Ellies eyes are in the back of her head, wrist pinned down by his hands as he uses her for her intended purpose.

The sound his balls and hips make as they come into contact with her abused body is maddening enough. But mixed with her whiney moans and blabbered "daddy"s, is enough to make him cum harder then he has since he broke her in.

Thick spurts of cum coat the girls used insides as Joel places his forehead onto hers. After soaking for a moment, he wiggles his hips, making sure his cum is nice and deep in her before he pulls out.

Ellie looks up at him with a drowsy half-smile. "Did a good job babygirl," Joel praises her, pressing a deep kiss onto her forehead.

It takes a minute for his cum to start dripping out of her, and he makes sure to shove every bit of it back inside, where it belongs.

Her dress is a mess, covered in cum and slick, bunched up and probably ripped in a few places. Joel's pretty sure he sees a little piss in there too, can't really blame her though, no doubt did a hell of a battering on the things blatter.

Ellie's hole is stretched and red, but he knows from experience that it'll probably be back to normal in the morning. Hell, he can probably get another load or two in her tonight.

Lace scratches at her abused nipples, so Joel takes the time to pull the bodice part down to her waist, and gives each mound a tender kiss.

Ellie's breasts are pale and unmarked other then the redness, healed. Need to fix that he thinks. Joel bites down on the side of her boob, enough pressure to leave a nice mark. She squeaks, hand going up to his back. But she doesn't dare push him away.

He makes sure love bites and plain bites are scattered around her brests. Tomorrow morning there'll be purple and pink dotted over her tits, a beautiful contrast aginst her pale, freckled skin.

Joel sucks one of her tits into his mouth, running his tounge over the sensitive nub lovingly as he caresses her clothed waist. He sucks until she starts to writhe in pain, then moves onto the second, giving it the same devoted treatment.

Once she's been thoroughly overestimated Joel settles back on his haunches, cock already stirring into a half-chub as he stares at the cherub on his bed.

Joe caresses her thigh, cooing sweet nothings at her as she comes down from their love making. "You know not a lot of girls can cum from jus' a cock in em', you're real special baby."

Ellie hums, "Really?"

"Mhm," Joel hums as he lays down next to her, "You're such a good pet, babygirl, quick learner too."

Ellies eyes are loving as they look into his. He drags his fingertips over her collar before dipping in for a kiss.

Joel's cock throbs in his chest as his sweet girl kisses him with everything she has. Everything she does she gives her all, perfect, perfect girl.

When their lips part Joel glances down at his hard on, then nods to her. "Use your mouth if your pussy hurts to bad," Joel says, petting her hair tenderly.

"It burns," is all Ellie says in response as she dives down to his dick.

Joel sighs contently, lying on his back with his head on one of his arms. A soft tounge licks up his cock and he groans. Still sensitive.

Ellie's careful not to overestimate as she blows him, her green eyes locking with his as her head bobs up and down his length. Leftover cum and slick collect around her chin, mixing with drool as she does her best to please him.

Joel's eyes shut as he enjoys the soft feeling of Ellie's mouth on him. She's getting much better at this, not perfect yet but she'll get there. Since she did such a good job riding him he'll excuse any fuck ups on this.

Ellie's cheeks hollow as she blows him down to the halfway point, making sweet, wet gagging sounds around his length. Joel peaks down at her, feeling the tickle of her long red hair on his hips whenever she slides down.

Green eyes lock with his as she works, tears flow from them as she does her best not to pull off. The feeling of her gagging send shock waves up him and he groans.

She still can barely take him halfway, even as he invades her throat. Ellie's lips are stretched and puffy; her teeth occasionally catch on him, but he can't really blame her for it.

Ellie's throat flutters around him, and he may be hallucinating but he's pretty sure he can see the outline of his cock at the very top of her neck.

He can't wait until he can fuck her throat until her nose is squished in his groin.

Joel's stomach tightens at the imagine and he can feel his peak coming quickly. "Faster now girl," he commands, eyes falling shut, and he immediately feels Ellie start to bob faster.

Wet whining and squeaking noises flow from the corners of mouth and it makes Joel moan, thrusting into her.

Fireworks burst behind his eyes as he cums, digging his fingers into her hair to hold her still. Ellie's eyes peer into his, blinking at him sweetly as he paints her sore throat.

When he releases her scalp she pulls off, swallowing his load and coughing.

Joel taps the space next to him, "come'here." Ellie crawls over to him, red titties beckoning him as she approaches.

Ellie tucks in next to him, laying her head on his shoulder and tossing her arm over his chest. "Go to sleep now, we'll eat after you rest," Joel hums into her hair.

"Ok," she responds in a raspy whisper, closing her eyes and almost immediately succumbing to unconscious.

Joel's learnt that she recovers quicker if she naps after, hell, sometimes she passes out mid-orgasm. He'll probably be able to get another round out of her after dinner. Been so busy the past few days he hasn't gotten the chance to really savor her.

His hand gropes her bare ass as he closes his eyes, opting for a nap himself.

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Cold, it's cold. Ellie squirms around the bed, dancing between sleep and wake as she searches for a body to hold onto. Her hand skims the sheets, finding nothing there.

She groans, scratching at dried cum on her lower belly and scrunching her nose as she starts to slowly regain consciousness. Ellie rolls onto her back, groaning again as she feels daylight creep through her eyelids and into her brain.

It's bright as Ellie peaks open her eyes, and it causes her an almost immitate headache. She grunts, rubbing her tired eyes. Joel must already be awake.

Ellie yawns, stretching out her limbs like a starfish on the hard matress.

Her bones ache too much for someone her age as she sits up, scanning her eyes around the messy bedroom. Everything looks the exact same as it did yesterday, and the day before.

She has to practically waddle to the bathroom, an ache radiates inside her from yesterday night. Ellie wonders if she looks as bad as she feels.

That question is quickly answered because she looks in the mirror and sighs. She's a mess. Rats nest of hair, dried cum on her face, belly and thighs, and bruises and bites covering her entire body.

Her knees are bruised, but her waist and boobs are the worst of it. Front side anyway.

She turns, looking at her ass which is dotted with purple and pink, with somehow even more bites then on her tits. Joel really likes her ass.

Ellie can't lie and say she doesn't like the love marks on her. She likes to think of it as the more marks she has the better she's doing. They're also kinda pretty, in a weird way.

But the rest of her needs to be fixed before she sees her daddy.

Her hair needs to be resolved first, a matted mess from being pounded into the mattress then sleeping on it. Ellie grabs her hairbrush from the corner of the sink, picking out old straids before running it through the tips of her hair. "Fuckkkk," she hisses, feeling strands being yanked out with every swipe.

But Joel likes to run his fingers through her hair, and he can't do that if it's a rats nest.

Ellie grits her teeth and bares through the pain, she's getting good at that. Her eyes water for the first time today, definitely won't be the last.

After a few more good swipes Ellie deems it throughly untangled. Then she pulls it up into a ponytail with the hairtie on her wrist, leaving behind a red ring where it was.

Joel says that she shouldn't do that, because it could hurt her or something. She had to restrain herself from giggling at the irony.

Next is the cum, easily fixable with a wet washcloth. She cringes at the cold water when it touches her face, knowing she'll have to repeat this again soon.

Joel likes cumming on her, her face, boobs, belly. Likes seeing her walk around with it on her all day. And Ellie does what Joel tells her to do, she's a good girl, a good pet.

If her daddy likes doing something to her she does it. Even if it's sticky and tastes disgusting. Or if it leaves her wobbling when she walks.

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"Goodmornin' little one," Joel says as she enters the living room, nodding at her from the kitchen.

Ellie bounces up to him as well as she can with the ache, the cold early-winter air sending chills up her naked body. "Morning Daddy," she responds, slipping into the kitchen with him.

"Come'here and take care of this," he says, blatant as always, rubbing his palm against the buldge in his pants. She smiles at him, approaching happily before giving him a quick kiss.

Joel chuckles as she falls to her knees. "Atta' girl," he hums, petting her head as she squirms on the tile, trying to get comfortable.

It's impossible to get comfortable on these floors, the tile is even worse then the wood. Pressing on her bruises and making them worse.

After she's somewhat settled Ellie drags the hem of his sweatpants and boxers down, letting his half-hard cock pop out and smack her on the face. She wastes no time, licking up the bottom from balls to tip.

She's getting pretty hungry, hopefully they'll eat after this.

Ellie presses soft kisses to the head, tracing her tounge around it. Joel moans above her, bracing his hands on the counter.

Her eyes lock with his, looking at him adorningly like he taught her to. Ellie takes the tip of his cock into her mouth, suckling gently on it for a moment. Then she pushes her head forward.

It's heavy and warm in her mouth, and it twitches as she hollows her cheeks around it. Well, she can't really hollow her cheeks, it's too big, but she tries.

Ellie folds her hands in her lap, and pushes forward more. Her throat spasms as his cock pushes past her uvala. It hurts. She gags, but doesn't pull back, he doesn't like it when she pulls back.

Tears are falling from her eyes, she can feel them, trailing off her cheeks onto her lap. It seems to only add to his enjoyment though. He likes it when she cries, she's not sure why but he does.

A heavy hand lands on the back of her head, not pushing, just there.

Through teary eyes Ellie sees Joel bearing his teeth, head falling back slightly. "Doin' good girl," he praises, accent thick and full of arousal.

Ellie continues to suck as best she can, taking a little over half of him in her mouth. She feels guilty that she can't take the entire thing yet, even after so long.

Ellie's not entirely sure how long she's been here, the days seem to blend together. But if she had to guess, she'd say it's been six or seven months.

She got here in May, she thinks, and it's October or November now, if the weather is anything to go off of.

Her tounge dances around the bottom of his length as she bobs her head as fast as she can manage without choking to death. Precum spills into her throat, it's thick and warm and tastes gross, but it means she's doing a good job.

"You're gettin' real good at this doll," he breathes, fingers grasping at her hair. "I'll take from here."

Ellie takes a deep breath from her nose, grasping onto her knees and relaxes her throat the best she can.

Her daddy thrusts, and Ellie lets out an unintentional, wet squeak. Then he trusts again, and again, fast and hard and deep. The edges of her lips burn and she can feel tears trailing down her cheeks. And spit running down her chin.

Ellie tries her best to assist dispite the pain and lack of oxygen, running her tounge around his throbbing cock. But he's moving too fast for her to help. Too fast to do anything really, but sit here and take it.

"Don't worry bout' that baby," Joel coos as he snaps his hips particularly deep. Ellie chokes, feeling very useful.

The choking urges him on, his eyes grow wide and dilated as he uses her throat. And a thought echos in her mind, she's useful, she's so useful.

Warm cum splashes down her throat, Ellie tries to swollow it on instinct, but is unable to due to him still being painfully deep in her throat. Joel chuckles, patting her cheek before pulling out.

He rubs his softening cock over her chin and cheek, spreading spit and cum over her face. Ellie forces herself to not frown at the action. A pinprick of annoyce fills her, then is quickly pushed down, she had just washed her face.

But it's fine.

Ellie swollows, "thank you daddy." Her voice is hoarse and pained.

Joel hooks his finger around her collar loop, then pulls her up by it. "Let's get some real food in you."

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Cool air blows against Ellie's chest and thighs, she's wearing one of Joel's older flannels. But he insists on it being mostly unbuttoned, so both the modesty and warmth aspect is lost.

She knows her nipples are poking out, can feel the chill on it and can see her daddy staring at them. It would be a lie to say she dislikes the attention.

Ellie takes another bite out of her pancake. It's dry and plain, and not very circular. She doesn't really get the hype, people in her books talk about them like they're God's gift to the earth.

"They aren't as good as they where before," Joel says, as if reading her mind. He scratches his beard as he cuts a peice off with a fork.

Ellie nods, taking another bite with the pancake in her hands. "Still pretty good, not very pancake shaped though..." She giggles, poking his leg with her foot under the table.

"Used to have syrup and butter to put on em', made it a lot less dry," Joel says, using his fork to section off another peice.

Ellie wishes she could try them, the way they used to be.

Joel looks up from her breasts to her face, "should teach you to cook," he takes a bite, "make you a proper little housewife."

Her heart skips a beat.

"I'd like that," she says, genuine. Heat builds in her face as she blushes, looking down at her hands as opposed to his face.

"I know you would," Joel responds, placing his fork down on his plate and leaning back. Glancing up at his face, Ellie sees an expression of contentment on him.

He scratches his beard again, "How do you like the new book I got you?"

Ellie grins, preparing to recite everything she likes about it at once.

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Cold fingers pump in and out of Ellie quickly. She grits her teeth, trying her best to focus on washing the dishes from their breakfast.

Her hands are shaking, and she can feel the pulled up sleeves of Joel's flannel slowly rolling down her arms.

A whimper falls from her lips as she braces her hands on the sink edge. Somehow, the wet sounds coming from her cunt are louder then the water splashing in the sink.

"Daddy," she whines, face tensing as Joel works her from the inside out. Teeth land on her shoulder, biting roughly. Ellie squeaks, then lets out a lengthy moan as her daddy's calloused thumb catches her clit.

"Come' on baby you can do it," he whispers in her ear, "Cum for me." Joel teeth graze her ears, biting.

Ellie lifts up one of her legs as his thick fingers slam in and out of her, like a bitch in heat. Her head falls back onto his chest; her eyes squeezed so tightly she can see lights of different colors waving back and forth.

Joel's fingers are merciless as he impatiently tries to get an orgasm out of her. His thumb speeds up on her clit and she whines.

"Do it," he grumbles behind her.

Ellies trying, she's really trying. She reaches under his flannel and gropes her breast. A moan falls from her lips as she tugs her tit with far more gentle hands then he does.

Then he swats her hand away, grabbing onto her breast and pinching rather meanly. Ellie groans, finally starting to feel the butterflies in her stomach.

Ellie lets her mind go blank, her head falling forwards. The climax hits her hard, body twitching and she probably would have fallen over if Joel wasn't holding her up.

His hands snake away from her, fingers wiping her own wetness on her ass. Ellie yelps in pain as he smacks her ass, hard, hard enough to bruise. Another one to add to the vast collection already there.

"I'll let ya' finish up," Joel says, popping her other cheek, albeit a much lighter hit than the first.

Ellie tries to stop her legs from trembling as she picks the washcloth back up with shaking hands, and resumes washing the dishes.

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The old front door creeks loudly, Ellie's eyes snap to the sound. She bites her cheek as the soft sound of a lock clicking open reaches her ears.

Then the front door is pushed open harshly, and Ellie's eyes land on Joel.

His eyes are dark, and there's a tired frown on his face. Blood is splattered on his shirt, red on red. Ellie is about to ask if he's ok but as she looks over him she realizes he isn't the one who's been hurt.

When his eyes lock with hers she feels her heart drop into her stomach. He doesn't speak as he approaches her, and she doesn't say anything to him either. His boots are heavy on the creaky floor as he walks, staring Ellie down.

Joel stops a few steps away from her. His hands reach for his shirt, and pull it off, tossing it somewhere across the room. He just looks at her for a minute, eyes gazing from her face to her body, then back again.

Then his hands are around her waist, lifting her up like she weighs nothing at all. Ellie yelps, grabbing onto his shoulders to support herself.

He drops her roughly on the table, his eyes dilated with lust or rage or both. Her nightgown shirt rides up under her, leaving her lower half to rub against the cold table.

Joel unbuttons her makeshift nightgown with practiced quickness. Then he spreads it open, leaving her completely exposed to him. Ellie holds back a sniffle, feeling the familiar bubbling anxiety building in her stomach.

The sound of a belt unbuckling reaches her ears. She braces her hands on the edge of the table, trying to forcibly relax her lower muscles. It hurts worse if she's tense.

Her daddy runs soothing hands up her waist, then presses a gentle kiss to her cheek.

"You're alright darlin'," he coos at her, and she can feel the tip of his cock rubbing against her entrance. "Jus' give it a minute and it'll feel good, remember?"

Ellie feels ashamed that she let her anxiety show on her face, she should be good at this by now. "I'm sorry," she whispers, feeling tears of embarrassment well in her eyes.

"Nothin' to be sorry about," he hums, pushing into her slowly, "ain't your fault you're small, 's a good thing."

She whimpers as he splits her apart all over again.

"So fuckin' tight," Joel groans, thrusting into her inch by inch. He doesn't give her any time to adjust, hasn't ever given her time to adjust.

Tears start to fall down Ellie's face as she grits her teeth, her butt scratches against the shitty wooden table. She'll probably have splinters after this.

"Daddy," she whines, the now familiar name rolling off her tounge as he bottoms out, thrusting the last few inches in at once.

His hands move to her legs, grabbing them and throwing them over his shoulders before slamming his hand on the table next to her head.

Oh, this position hurts.

But her daddy likes it, so she guesses she does too.

A sob punches out of Ellie's throat as she feels his cock make contact with her cervix. He's too big, especially like this. But he still insists on forcing the entire thing inside of her.

Her hands grab ahold of his wrists. Not to tug on, she'd never try and move him, even if she could. She just needs something to hold onto.

"Feel'so good baby," Joel moans, snaping his hips into her like it's the last time he ever will. He always fucks her like it's the last time he ever will.

The zipper and denim from his jeans scratch aginst her skin, punctuated by his balls smacking aginst her harshly.

Ellie's ears start ringing, she can feel the snot and tears on her face. Her insides are on fire, like she's being punched from the inside.

When she looks down she can just barely see his cock making a bump in her tummy. She whines, and sobs as he hits her blatter. She thinks she pees a little bit.

Tears start to block her vision. Ellie can hear herself sniffling, can hear Joel moaning and cursing above her.

He tells her how much of a good girl she is, how good she feels, how she's perfect.

Moans and sobs fall from Ellie's mouth, a mix of pleasure and burning pain is building in her cunt. She wants to ask him for help, to touch he make it better.

"Daddyy pleasee," is all she can muster through snotty sobs, feeling the full force of him battering her pelvis.

Her daddy gets the message though.

"You wanna cum little one?" He asks, accent thick and breathless.

A sharp thrust to her cervix almost makes her scream.

"Yes! Please!" She begs through sobs, voice raspy even though he hasn't used her throat since this morning.

"Well of course," he chuckles, moving one of his hands down to her clit.

Ellie screams when he starts rubbing on her sensitive nub, her toes curl and her vision goes white.

Her now free hand scratches mindlessly on the table as she scrunches her face in building anticipation.

"Come'on now cum for me baby," he demands with another sharp thrust; this time hitting the spot inside her that feels almost as good as her clit.

Ellie sobs as she cums, tears dripping down as her cries are mixed with sharp moans. Her cunt squeezes unconsciously around his length as she does so, making him feel even larger and therefore making her sob louder.

"Atta' girl," Joel moans, still hitting that sweet spot as Ellie cries through her climax.

Then cum spills inside of her, boiling hot and stick in her bruised and abused hole.

"Thank you daddy," she whimpers as Joel thrusts his softening cock back and forth gently.

And she is thankful, that she's useful, that he takes pleasure in her even if it hurts.

"Course'," he responds, voice heavy as he presses his lips against hers. Ellie opens her lips to let him inside, which he does happily.

His beard is scratchy on her cheeks.

His tounge explores her mouth, rubbing against her teeth and tounge, like he wants to eat her. Ellie wraps her arms around his shoulders, doing her best to follow his moments as his soft cock soaks inside of her.

"Good girl," Joel hums against her lips as they come up for air, "such a good girl."

Ellie sniffles, "daddy."

☆☆☆

The bed is finally warming up from bodyheat, nice and cozy with an extra layer on top. Ellie crickets her bare legs together, grinning at the page on her book. She licks her thumb, and slides to the next page.

The lamp in the corner of the bedroom flickers as her eyes scan the words. Ellie laughs quietly at the scene of a grown man throwing a fit so large over his hair being the wrong color he turns into sludge.

Its such a mild thing to get so angry about, but she supposes that's why it's funny.

Joel got her this book a few days ago, Howls Moving Castle. It's a kids book so at first she thought it was going to be super babyish but it's actually a good book.

Ellie can hear Joel cursing in the living room, probably working on something or another. None of her business. She tunes it out easily, like how she tunes out the neighbors having sex upstairs, or the baby crying next door.

Suddenly she yawns, and her eyes start to droop. And after a few more minutes of reading and sounding out words in her head, the sentences on her page start to blend together.

Ellie's eyes snap open, and she realizes the room around her is suddenly dark. "Huh?" She asks the air, book no longer in her grasp. She lifts her head up slightly, eyelids feeling impossibly heavy.

Then the bed dips in, and a warm hand slips over her waist and onto her belly, "Go back to sleep darlin'."

So she does, huming in response before dropping her head back onto the pillow.

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"No"

Ellie crosses her arms over her bare chest defiantly. She takes a few steps back, crossing her legs the best she can.

"Ellie," Joel's voice is threatening as he approaches her slowly, like she's a wild animal. A deep frown settles on his face. "Don't be a brat," he takes a step forward, prompting her to step back.

She can't remember the last time she disobeyed him, but she is now. Her cunt aches something fierce, it's too much. She can't handle any more right now.

"I won't do it," Ellie hisses, trying to step back again but finding herself flush with the kitchen wall.

"This is your last warning," Joel says, taking another step closer to her. Ellie can feel herself start shaking, at least it's a different sensation then the burning in her cunt.

She shrinks into the wall, trying her hardest to shield her naked body from his furious gaze.

"Fuck you," she grumbles under her breath; Then immediately regrets it when she realizes he definitely heard her.

Ellies eyes go wide as Joel snarls and makes it to her in three steps. A squeak echos from her lips as he grabs her waist and tosses her over his shoulder.

"I'm sorry daddy I'm sorry!" She cries, adjusting her attitude, "it just hurts! Please!"

He smacks her ass, hard. "That's enough, you're being bad, bad girls get punished."

Dread fills her stomach as they approach the bedroom, and tears fill her eyes. "Daddy please!" She makes a final attempt at begging but is shut down with another harsh smack.

☆☆☆

Joel's not sure what's gotten into Ellie today, she's usually such a good girl. But today she woke up and decided to be a bitch. Maybe he's been too easy on her recently, lax with her discipline and she's starting to slip back into her original state.

She just needs some maintenance, he can do that.

"Daddy please!" She sobs as he enters the bedroom, Joel smacks her ass in response, hearing a sob punched from her lips. It's too late for begging.

He drops her down onto the bed, where she starts to scoot back against the headboard, shaking and crying. Joel pulls open the closet door, retrieving some restraints to aid in her much needed correction.

"I didn't mean it, I really didn't," Ellie blabbers uselessly. But her thighs are still infuriatingly pressed together when he turns back around.

Joel lays the restraints on the bed, then reaches across the mattress to pull the sobbing girl over to him by her ankle. Ellie squeals when she sees what he's brought out, thrashing on the sheets.

"No No No No No No," she repeats as he brings the ballgag up to her mouth, trying to back away from him. Joel is able to fasten it easily, she's not as strong as she thinks she is.

Next is the bar, what he's certain is whats causing the terrified look in her eyes.

Joel flips her onto her stomach as she wiggles violently. He straps her left foot into the spreader with more difficulty then it took to gag her. Her little fists bang and scratch on the bed in a classic temper tantrum as he secures the right leg.

He reaches up and grabs her hands, pulling them under her stomach and between her spread legs. Ellie's face plants into the bed, forced forward in a no doubt uncomfortable position.

Her hands are easier to lock in, her fighting power quickly draining as it sets in for her that she's only making it worse.

Ass up in the air, cheek smushed against the bed, she looks truly pathetic.

Ellie whines through her gag, squirming uncomfortablely. And for the final touch, Joel grabs the blindfold. She thrashes as he secures it around her head, crying.

Next time he should find some earplugs too.

If his girl doesn't want to be fucked by a nice warm cock, he knows something that may persuade her.

The walk to the kitchen is swift, grabbing the bottle from the cabinet is even quicker. He's already cleaned it, been saving it for this exact situation.

But he still brings it over to the sink and starts wiping it off, it'd be hell to deal with her getting a UTI.

Ellies already trembling when he re-enters the bedroom and heads towards the nightstand. "Don' be actin' like the victim now, you did this to yourself."

Joel clicks open the bottle of baby oil, dripping just enough on the beer bottle to make it go in. But not nearly enough to make it comfortable, if she's already sore he expects this will be painful.

Ellie whines and shakes, nervous.

He lines the mouth of the bottle up to her cunt, then shoves it in with a rough push. Ellie screams at the sudden cold intrusion, altogeth its muffled well enough by the gag.

Her hands try and grip onto something, fingers searching wildly. But she can't, only able to tense her hands as she's used.

Joel pulls the bottle back out, before thrusting it back in. In truth, the neck of the bottle is only about half his size. But by the way she's sobbing you'd think it was his fist in her.

The glass makes wet noises as he shoves it in and out of her, her cunt squeezing tight. Joel frowns, shoving it as deep as he can and holding it there. He circles it around, letting it push cruelty at her inner walls.

Ellie wails through her gag, this definitely hurts. But it's supposed to.

He presses a steadying hand against her back as she starts to shake harder. "Take it," he warns as she continues trying to press it out of her.

Ellie whines but relents, relaxing her inner muscles. Joel nods approvingly, even though she can't see him. Now able to set a pace, he opts for one deep and hard.

She still yelps and sobs through her gag everytime he pushes it into her, circling it slightly once it bottoms out before repeating the process.

Over and over.

Joel finally takes a peak at her face; cheek planted against the pillow, snot trailing down her nose, slobber on her cheek and blindfold soaked with tears.

Pathetic little thing she is.

Joel pets up and down her back soothingly, she's safe, even if she doesn't know that. "You're alright little one," he coos at her lovingly, like he's not the one doing it.

Ellie makes a bad attempt to stomp her foot. A silent response that is clearly stating that she is not, in fact, alright.

He starts moving faster at that, sacrificing the circling to instead fuck her as fast and hard as he can. Thankfully, he's got good stamina in this department.

"Shh," he responds as she starts wiggling her feet in a mimic of a kick. The bottle is no doubt cold, and painful, if the specks of red on the green bottle is anything to go by. But thats good, she isn't meant to be enjoying this.

"You've been bein' bad and I can't have that," Joel explains, keeping up the rhythm as he starts his lecture. "I do love ya' babygirl, but I think I have been bein' a bit to lenient with you lately."

Ellie wails as Joel makes a particularly deep thrust.

"I won't be toleratin' any disrespect young lady," he states firmly, "you can tease and make your jokes but-" he angles the bottle away from her sweet spot as he hears a muffled moan.

"You're a smart girl, you know what's ok and what isn't."

"N' throwin' shit and makin' a scene when you don't feel like gettin' fucked isn't ok, n' you know that," Joel sighs as Ellie continues to cry.

He glances at the bedside clock, it's been a little over thirty minutes. That's probably enough for her to have learned her lesson.

Joel withdrawals the bottle from her cunt, making a popping sound as it exists. He runs his finger around her raw cunt, collecting blood and wetness.

"You're mine, got it?" He says with a claiming hand on her lower back. "You don't get a choice on when you fuck n' when you don't, you jus' do what I say."

"Got it?"

In all honesty, he was expecting an enthusiastic nod, her usual eager response after a punishment, but this time is different.

The little brat is flipping him off, both her middle fingers out and he can tell she's scowling under the blindfold.

Joel frowns, obviously that wasn't a good enough punishment.

His hands go to his belt immediately, unbuckling it before sliding it off. He grits his teeth, folding it in half before striking her hands, hard.

His pet screams, splitting even through the gag.

Joel hits her hands again, smacking against her palms as her other fingers magically reaper. Her head is shaking no, it's a little amusing how she thinks she has a choice, still, after this entire lesson.

Next he hits the palms of her feet, a single hard strike for both of them. The flinch radiates throughout her entire body. So he does it again.

Joel cracks the belt aginst her buttcheek, finding the immitate redness against her pale skin rather pretty. He hasn't gotten ahold of her ass recently, so its about time he marks up her pale skin again.

The second strike makes her practically convulse.

The fourth breaks skin.

Joel quickly loses track of how many strikes he's made, only switching to the other cheek when the first is appropriately bloodied.

☆☆☆

Joel loosens his grasp on the belt, letting it drop to the floor. The familiar sinking guilt is already hitting him. He went to far, again. But he'll try to not be to hard on himself this time, Ellie needed a lesson, a firm reminder of her place in this relationship.

He sighs to himself, looking over his girl with a cold, wet cloth in his hand. She's shaking an awful lot, smeared blood is covering her ass, thighs and kalves.

There's even bruises forming on the palms of her feet and hands, even though he barely even hit them.

Dispite his gentle pressure Ellie still cries out when he presses the cloth to her battered bottom. "Hush baby," he soothes, "let me take care of you."

A muffled whimper is all he gets in response as he continues cleaning her up.

Joel wipes off her cuts gently, taking care to not reopen any closing wounds. He presses loving kisses to the worst of them as he goes.

After she's been thoroughly cleaned, and the blood has stopped flowing, there's just one thing left to do.

Joel's hands reach for the fly of his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping. Loud enough for her to hear whats coming next. A warning.

He jacks himself off lazily as he climbs onto the bed behind her, getting into a good position to fuck her properly. Joel's sure she'll appreciate something warm in her after being used by something lifeless.

Actually probably not, but that doesn't really matter.

His free hand presses onto her back as he lines himself up, "Be a good girl now." The head of his cock circles around her sore hole before pushing in slowly.

Ellie starts sobbing again, tears drip under the blind and onto the bed as he gets halfway inside.

And somehow, she's still incredibly tight. The perfect little cunt, just for him. Joel's cock throbs as he slides home, hips flushing with her ass.

She's had enough prep, no need to go slow he decides. Ellie yelps as he thrusts into her hard, his hands gripping onto her waist to effectively use her as a fleshlight.

Joel's eyes snap shut as he pounds into her; really hitting her cervix where the bottle couldn't.

He's already so pent up from the entire situation that it barely takes anytime for groans and moans to start falling from his parted lips. This is heaven, has to be.

Fireworks explode behind his eyes before he expects them to, and he doubles over. Would have crushed her if he hadn't caught himself on the way down.

Spurts of cum paint her insides as he grits teeth, hips thrusting uncoordinatedly into her. It takes a few moments of heavy breathing before he pulls out, she's had enough for today.

Joel steps back off the bed, a bit dazed, and tucks his cock back into his pants. He unfastens her wrist restraints, but she doesn't move, stays exactly how he put her. Good.

Next he takes off her ankle restrains, leaning the spreader bad against the nightstand. He runs his hands up her hips and onto her waist, then flips her onto her back.

Ellie flinches, curling into a fetal position as he removes her gag. Spit trails down her cheek, she sniffles. Her eyes are red when he takes off her blindfold, scared and apologetic.

Joel shuffles down his jeans, crawling back into the bed in his boxers. He lays on his back, getting comfortable before he tugs her over to him, wrapping his arm around her waist.

His pet presses her face into his neck, her tremors slowly subsiding. Joel runs his thumb up and down on her waist, "no more disrespect," he says firmly.

"No more disrespect," Ellie agrees, her voice is pained as she gently nods her head into his shoulder. Her arm swings over his chest as she cuddles into him.

Joel turns his head, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple as she sniffles. "Good girl," he coos against her forehead, "you can sleep now."

And she does, passing out near immediately as he continues to pet her gently. Joel's sure she won't try anything again anytime soon, but still, he should be more firm with her.

He's going soft, can't really help it though, Ellie's his baby. He's sure he's never loved anything this much in twenty years.

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Her daddy's cock twitches and throbs, heavy and salty in her throat. Ellies eyes flutter open and shut lazily, she's completely content, dispite the circumstances.

She's not sure actually, how she could possibly be happier in this moment.

The pillow under her knees makes this position million times more tolerable, and so does the lack of any movement. Joel's sitting on the couch, with Ellie between his thighs. His hand pets her head lovingly, fingers running through her loose hair.

Ellie's leash is looped around his other wrist.

It's not a blowjob exactly, it's just in her mouth. Training, he calls it. So she can adjust to really having it in her throat. She's getting better at it to, can get almost the whole thing now. Well, until he starts moving fast, then she chokes again.

But Joel says that's fine, that she's learning, that she's doing good.

Ellie's hands are clasped in her lap, she fiddles absently with her fingers. All she has to do is focus on her breathing. Don't choke. Don't pull away.

He smells like sweat, smells like safety.

"Goin' to try a little deeper now baby," Joel says above her, running his thumb over her cheek. Ellie gives a slight nod, even though it wasn't a question. He pushes on her head slowly, making her take about an inch more of him.

Ellie can feel his pubes tickling her nose now, it makes her want to sneeze. She scrunches her nose before forcing herself to relax. Joel scratches her scalp, "You're doin' so good darlin', focus on your breathin' now."

She does what she's told, taking a deep breath through her nose, then exhaling. Then repeating the process, forcing herself to relax whenever she feels her throat threaten to convulse.

Tears hang onto the corners of her eyes, occasionally dropping onto her cheek. It's not because she's sad, it's something biological, but her heads too empty to remember exactly what. She cries during sex too, even when it doesn't hurt, even when it feels good.

Her lazy gaze is on his face, even though he isn't looking at her, she still looks at him.

Ellie doesn't really mind, it's easier to focus on breathing without trying to read his facial expression. Plus, he smiles at her lovingly whenever he does glance over. And that's good enough.

Joel's reading something, about gun repairs? she thinks. Doesn't really matter though, the only thing that does is not choking, not making him upset.

The way his fingers pet through her hair and scratch at her scalp is euphoric. She understands why dogs like it so much, it's unspoken praise and affection. And she loves both those things so much.

Ellie can never stay mad at him for punishing her. Probably because it's always her fault, so she blames herself. He's just trying to make her better.

Daddy's eyes snap back on her and she feels her heart swell with the way he looks at her. "You doin' alright sugar?" He asks, it's genuine.

Ellie nods slightly, trying not to loose focus and choke. "Good," he smiles down at her, petting her cheek.

Joel has a habit of talking to her like a teacher when he's training her. She supposes he is teaching her, just not English or algebra or another stupid subject.

"Little bit more now," he says, still with an informative tone as he pushes on her head. Tears flow from Ellie's eyes as she's pushed almost entirely against him.

Her nose is smushed in his pubes, Ellie takes deep breaths, trying to make up for the lack of oxygen. She can feel her face going red as her body threatens to choke.

Ellie's daddy has put down his book, settling his free hand on his knee as he watches her intensity. She can just barely see his face, eyes straining as she looks up his chest.

Her hands upclasp, and one of them reaches for his. She thinks he smiles at her, her vision is a little blurry now. But then his fingers intertwine with hers and she can feel some of her sudden stress melting.

Joel's thumb runs soothing circles on her hand, which is insanity small in comparison to his. He can wrap his entire hand around hers.

And that makes her clit ache.

☆☆☆

Ellie's little hand squeezes onto his, grounding herself as she tries her damndest to breathe. She's doing a good job of it to, controlling her gag reflex.

It was a good idea to get her trained like this, having her cockwarm him for an hour or so a day, slowly building her up. And here she is, taking all of him into her small mouth.

Joel can see her throat buldge, pressing against her collar. He wonders she can feel it like he sees it, or if she's to focused to notice. He moves the hand in her hair to her neck, tucking a strand behind her ear before pressing gently on the bulge.

Ellie chokes slightly as he rubs over it, more tears dripping from her eyes. "Do you feel that baby?" He asks. She must be too deep in to nod, because instead she squeezes his hand.

The message is received nonetheless.

"Good, perfect," Joel coos at her, moving his palm up to caress her cheek. She looks to be in some sort of trance, looking at him with dazed but happy eyes, her throat fluttering around him.

She looks so content like this.

It's perfect, until it's not.

A loud bang sounds from above, snaping Ellie out of her trance. She chokes violently, hacking as she snaps her head back off of him. "Sorry, I'm sorry-" she starts blabbering, releasing his hand and curling into a ball between his legs.

"It's alright," he reassures, not her fault she got spooked. Hell, spooked him too. Joel runs his hand soothingly through her hair, sighing and leaning back on the couch. He scratches his beard with his now free hand; glaring at the ceiling like he can spite whoever is there from below.

Ellie hugs around his leg, eyes closed and cheek smushed on the denim of his jeans. Joel continues to pet her head, hoping that whatever assholes upstairs will shut the fuck up.

After a few minutes his glare seems to work, as the banging slowly fades away. But the moment is still ruined.

"Do-" Ellie starts, "do you want me to try again?" Her voice is cracked and worried.

Joel's eyes snap to hers and the tears in them make his heart ache. She thinks she messed up. Poor baby.

He cups her cheeks with his hands, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "No, sugar, you did perfect," he reassures, lips still pressed to her skin.

Joel stretches and stands, his back popping. He groans and leans over to grap Ellie by her waist before moving her into a bridal hold.

Ellies arms rap around his neck, her head falling against his shoulder. Joel's thumb moves up and down on her bare skin. She wiggles, digging herself closer to him as he approaches the bedroom.

☆☆☆

Joel drops her gently on the bed before climbing onto it next to her. "Goin' to try somethin' new," he says, and Ellie feels a small bubble of anxiety inflate in her stomach.

Haven't they already done everything? There can't possibly be more.

Ellie watches as he lays on his back, his dick sticking straight up, still untucked from his pants. Joel tugs on her leash, drawing her closer to him until she's kneeling by his head.

She's not sure what he wants her to do, so she looks looks down at him, lips slightly parted. Until he reaches over and grabs her hips, moving her to. Sit on his face?

"Huh?" She asks as she hovers over him, her knees on either side of her head. Joel runs his hands up her hips and starts to pull her down.

"S' alright just sit'd down."

Ellie swollows, "won't you suffocate?" She frowns slightly as he laughs in response. "I ain't goin' to suffocate, jus' be a good girl n' sit down."

Even though she's still wary of this situation, a sharp yank on her leash has her obeying, lowering herself down until her cunt is flush with his mouth.

She can feel his nose pressed against her clit and she snaps her eyes shut. From nervousness or anticipation she's not sure. But like always, she's going to go along with, whatever this is.

Then her hips falter as he begins, her hands falling forwards and onto the sheets.

☆☆☆

Joel's fingers dig into her hips, holding her still above him as he licks a long stripe along her cunt. Maybe her question wasn't that ridiculous, because if he wasn't holding her up right now she probably would suffocate him.

She starts grinding herself against his face, her clit smushing into his nose. And, he realizes that he doesn't eat her out nearly enough. And he's not sure why he doesn't. But he knows for fucking sure he'll make time to now.

Ellie's pussy lips are thin as he runs his tounge over them, spreading them apart to get inside her hole. She's already so drenched that he could drown in her.

Her wetness is the best thing he's ever tasted. Another reason to make more time for this.

Whips of public hair have started to appear on her groin. Finally starting to go through real puberty despite her age. Must be the malnurishment stunting her, at least, thats his best guess.

Sarah was more....developed then Ellie is, even at eleven.

At thriteen Ellie still looks quite young, despite constantly insisting she's not a kid. Again it's probably the malnurishment, FEDRA couldn't have been feeding her right. Hell, he can't even feed her right but it seems to be better then before

Joel hopes her pussy will get plumper like her tits are. Its cute now, a flat slit, but the idea of her with a chubby little mound is intoxicating. Would match her chubby cheeks. The mental image makes his dick throb.

His princess gets prettier every day, he's sure she'll be absolutely gorgeous in a few years, once puberty really hits. Hell, she's already the cutest girl in the whole world.

Joel's pet moans above him, throughly enjoying the treatment despite the fact he hasn't even delved inside of her yet. She's always so sensitive, so eager to please.

His tounge dips into her hole and she squirms, grinding against him, he takes that as a plead to hurry up.

Joel can feel her hands grabbing onto his hair for stability, hips wobbling. He tightens his grip on her, preparing for her incoming collapse.

Ellie huffs and moans above him, seemingly no long worried about suffocating him. Her hips grind against his face as she whines, trying to rub her clit on his nose.

Joel runs his tounge along her slit and she wails, body giving out as she falls forward. He quickly moves her to her back, sticking three fingers into her as she shakes with her climax.

He only stops when she starts whimpering in pain. Removing his fingers and turning onto his own back.

When he turns to look back at her he sees that she's closed her eyes, and curled into the fetal position. Poor things probably tired, always is after she cums.

Joel tsks at her, "haven't earned your nap yet baby, come'on n' finish what you started." Ellie turns her head back to look at him, already half asleep.

A long yawn comes from her as she sits back up, scooting over to him. Joel tugs on her leash, "come'on now."

Ellie hooks one of her legs over him, struggling to keep herself upright when her knees are spread so far apart. One of her hands press against his chest as she wiggles to properly situate herself.

Joel puts his hands behind his head, relaxing as he watches his girl align his cock with her hole. Her soft hand holds him still as she starts to sink down, and he sighs as he practically feels some of the stress roll off his shoulders.

Ellie places her now free hand on his chest, next to the other one and sinks down slightly. She wiggles her hips, slowly taking him into her tight heat. Joel moans through gritted teeth as she bounces at the halfway mark.

Like a trooper, Ellie wiggles and bounces her way down him until she's fully impaled, skin to skin. Joel moans at the sight of the bulge in her belly, as present as ever. He moves one of his hands to her tummy, running his knuckles over the outline.

Then he gives her a smack on the ass before returning his hand behind his head. He nods sharply as he meets her waiting eyes. Ellie bites her lip and raises herself up, then plops right back down.

The view of her taking him in like this is obscene; her red cunt stretching to the max, gripping onto him with every movement. And somehow the sound is just as good, smacking of their skin. Pained squeaky moans from her, and pleasured ones from him.

Joel's pet's tits and leash bounce as she goes. He should add a bell to her, get her some nipple clamps with them so she jingles wherever she goes.

Ellie already walks around the house naked most of the time, what's the harm in some nipple and clit clamps for decoration? Have her sounding like a Christmas parade everytime he bends her over.

Joel can image her embarrassment now. But she'd eventually get used to it, just like the casual nudity. And he'd have to find another way to keep her bashful.

He can't help that he loves humiliating his little girl.

Ellie seems to have noticed his gaze on her tits, as she thrusts out her little chest, moving her arms back for a better view. Joel moans as she ramps up her movements, bouncing quicker, harder.

Joel can feel himself getting close, on the edge especially after being practically edged by her on his cock all morning. So he moves his hands to her waist, almost entirely wrapping around her.

Then he starts using her, bouncing her up and down while thrusting his hips rapidly. Ellie yelps with every other thrust, her hands stilling awkwardly in the air as not to disrupt him.

"That's'it baby jus' take it," Joel manages through grunts, watching as cute tears collect in the corners of her eyes. "Almos' there now," he moans, feeling her squeezing around his length.

"Dadddyyyy," Ellie whines and that's what does him in. Joel yanks her against his chest as he starts to paint her insides, pounding messily through his climax as she chants out "ugh!"s with each sharp thrust to her cervix.

It takes a minute, after he stills, for the ringing in his ears to stop. And when it does, he hears the familiar sound of sniffles. Joel's eyes open, landing on Ellie, looking at him with pretty tears in her eyes.

Joel coos at her, one of his hands landing on her back to rub soothingly up and down. Poor thing always cries during sex, even if she likes it. Not that he's going to complain about it.

He can only imagine the sobs and screams she's going to let out once he fucks her ass. Sobbing, wailing, and red faced. The thought makes his dick twitch.

That'll be one for the memory book.

"Are you alright sugar?" He asks, running his knuckles over her cheek, already starting to see her tears dry up.

Ellie lets out a final sniffle before nodding, a slight smile on her lips, "m'ok."

☆☆☆

Joel spoons her as she dozes, one of his hands groping her boob. Ellie's eyes flutter open and shut slowly as she waits for sleep to take her.

"I got you a gift," Joel says suddenly, rolling her nipple in his fingers.

Ellie turns her head to face him, "Really?" She hasn't gotten a present in a while, an occasional trinket or book yeah. But this sees to be bigger by the way he said it.

Joel hums, scratching his beard before sitting up on the bed. "You've been real good recently, deserve somethin' nice," he pats her on the thigh after unclicking her leash. And gives her a genuine smile before standing up.

Ellie smiles back, and pulls herself up to sit criss cross. She bounces slightly, feeling giddy that she's been so good that he's gotten her a gift.

"Close your eyes," Her daddy says, and she instantly shuts them. She fiddles with her fingers, listening as he rifles through a drawer.

Something lands on the bed infront of her and she feels like she's going to burst.

"Open your eyes," Her daddy says and she does.

It's an art kit, a folding wooden box full of colored pencils, plain pencils, tons paint and brushes, fancy ass crayons. And beside it, a stack of notebooks. It looks like it would have been super expensive when money was actually worth some.

Ellie grins, biting her lip as she looks over it. Reading the front page, starstruck. She can make so much with this! She's only ever had pencils and crappy century old crayons to use before.

"I've seen doodles you do, figured you'd like somethin' more-" he starts, hands in his pockets, with his thumbs sticking out. His dicks still sticking out too.

She squeals, bouncing over the bedframe to tackle him into a hug. Joel wraps his arms around her after a split second of shock, and presses a kiss to the top of her head.

"I'm glad you like it," he says as she bounces on her feet. Ellie pulls her head back from his chest, "I love it!"

Ellie pulls away from the hug, dashing back over to the bed to start unpacking it. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She says as she yanks the packaging open to get inside.

This is going to be awesome!

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Her daddy gave her pigtails today. Braided at the base of her hair and decorated with two bows, one lace one pink. Both completely different sizes. Must be hard to find matching hair accessories in the apocalypse.

Then there's the bells.

He put them on this morning when he did her hair, attached them to her braids so she jingles with she walks. It's humiliating, dehumanizing, she's used to that; but she still feels the burning embarrassment in her tummy whenever he finds another way to demean her.

They're ringing now, loud as she's bent over and fucked violently from behind on the couch arm.

Ellie's toes strain as she tries to keep her feet on the floor, not doing a very good job of that. The tips of her toes don't even graze the floor, swinging slightly above with every thrust. Her hands dig into the couch cushions, searching for any sort of stability. Joel huffs and moans behind her, his fingers digging fresh bruises into her skin.

He can almost wrap both of his hands entirely around her waist.

Somehow she can manage to make out the sound of his hips and balls smacking roughly into her ass over the ringing and moaning.

Her leash scratches at her belly, stuck between her and the old leather. She can feel him tugging on it, then getting frustrated when it doesn't budge.

Joel growls and yanks on one of her braids, twisting her head so she looks at him. "Look at me when I fuck you girl," he growls, letting out a load moan as he continues to abuse her insides.

Her neck is strained but she obeys, looking behind her shoulder at him. The new position makes it so he can thrust deeper, the head of his cock bashing against her cervix.

It hurts.

A bead of sweat drips down his forehead, dispite it being early winter. His teeth are gritted, snarled, eyes locked on where their bodies connect.

He looks, animalistic.

Ellie can sense him getting close, but never close enough, the way his dick twitches at her cervix, how his thrusts become unsteady and unpaced. Joel just needs a push, he's getting too frustrated and it's not good for either of them if he can't finish.

"Thank-" he punches into her blatter, "you for using me daddy," Ellie says sweetly, giving him a smile from her shaky lips. She lets her tears flow, feels the wetness slide down her cheeks.

Joel growls at her words, his moans guttural. "Yer' welcom'," he thrusts his cock into her cervix again, like he's trying to get into her womb. He looks her in the face now, his eyes almost completely dilated.

"Such'a good pet you are," he praises, yanking on her braid again, taking out a strand or two in the process. "S' a good lil' whore," his words start mesh together.

Almost there.

The jingling in her ears gets louder.

"I love you daddy," she says through a choked sob, watching his face through teary eyes. Her words have an immitate effect on him, as his hips snap into her violently, before hot cum spurts inside of her.

Probably because it's true, he knows it to. Ellie loves her daddy, her owner. He's the only person in the world who loves her, who takes care of her.

More sobs flow from her as Joel runs his fingers up and down her waist, cock still plugging in his cum in her.

"You're mine you know that?" Her daddy asks after a moment, petting her. Ellie nods enthusiasticly in response, "yes daddy I'm yours." Her voice is surprisingly clear, hasn't cried that much today. Hasn't had his cock in her throat yet.

Both of those things will probably change before the end of today.

Ellie hears him grunt behind her, then feels his now soft cock slide out of her. He smacks her ass, "atta girl."

☆☆☆

Ellie's legs are wobbly as she crawls into her cage. The cover is down, so its dark inside. She shuts the door behind her, then hears Joel click the lock shut. Her hands search and quickly find the switch for the string light. After putting the brightness on low she squirms to get comfortable and tugs her blanket over her, ready to indulge in her post-sex nap.

Her daddy didn't want her to wear clothes today, said it wasn't that cold dispite it being winter. So thankfully she has the small quilt to keep her warm. Even though its cold at first. The cage pad is thick too, and soft. It extends up the cage walls almost halfway, so her hair doesn't get caught when she lays like this.

Ellie's arms wrap around her stuffed rabbit plush as she wiggles to get comfortable. Joel got her this plush, one of the first gifts he gave her. And it smells like him.

She can feel her daddy's cum drizzling out of her, onto her inner thigh where it will dry and turn into future Ellie's problem.

Her cage is nice, and safe, and warm. If you'd told her a year or two ago that she'd like being kept in a dog kennel, she probably wouldn't have believed it. But she does, especially likes reading in here. It's her own world.

Ellie's never had her own space before, and while this is small, it's enough.

Her eyelids are getting heavy, and she can feel the ache echo through her sore cunt as she yawns. Nap time.

☆☆☆

Ellie's eyes pop open as Joel tugs gently on her foot. "Got a gift for you baby," he says. There's an edge of mischief in his voice that makes her wary.

She crawls out of her cage, immediately feeling a chill shoot up her body. And she can't decipher if it's from the cold, or the object in his hand mixed with the perverted look on his face.

Both, she decides, definitely both.

☆☆☆

Joel presses the plastic head against her small clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. Ellie stares at him, the wide-eyed, trusting look she gives him makes his cock ache. Then he turns it on, max setting, and the sound of buzzing fills the room.

Ellie squeals like a prized pig, bucking away from the unfamiliar, intense sensation. "Shh," Joel coos at her, pressing a steadying hand on her belly. She whines loudly, her cheeks puffing out as she pouts.

He keeps the vibrator flush against her clit, and after a moment, she seems to settle down in her bucking, but her face is still tensed.

A choked moan falls from her lips, but it's not entirely pleasurable in nature. In fact, every moan she produces is quickly followed by a whimper.

Ellie's legs shake, and her hands go white where she grips onto the bed sheets.

"I know s' a lot baby but you're takin' it so well," Joel coos at her, trying to praise away any disobedience that may be bubbling up to the surface.

Ellie cums, little body tensing as a tear falls from her eye. Her toes stick out then curl, back arching. One of her eyes peaks open as she comes down, waiting for him to turn it off no doubt.

But he doesn't, doesn't even turn it down a notch, just readjusts it so it's back against her clit where she shook it off

Joel watches as her expression tightens, fingers digging deeper into the sheets as a pained whine comes from between her clenched teeth.

"Stop, it's too much," Ellie hisses, "please," trying to wriggle away from it but failing as the top of her head hits the headboard.

Joel tsks at her in response, only pressing it closer to her. "Now you know you don't get to use that word," he chastises her, earning a long whine.

She's such a sensitive thing, which helps in the fact that he loves overestimulating her until she's sobbing. Until she's screaming. Can't hate it that much since after she always curls up next to him.

This must be much more overwhelming then his fingers. Judging by the look on her face and how she's begging after just one orgasm.

Ellie wheezes as he looks at her with disappointment.

"Apologize Ellie," he demands, watching as her face flashes with rage, then quickly quick goes back to submissive.

"I'm sorry daddy," she whines, then cums on cue, as if to drive home the point.

Joel smiles at her as she practically convulses on the bed, little body shaking as he continues to overstimulate her. She's plain sobbing now, wounded noises come out of her as tears stream down her face.

"I know," he coos at her, part-tesingly while petting up and down her waist lovingly as she lets out a pained cry. "You look so pretty when you're like this," the praise seems to pacify her slightly.

Ellie sniffles, "thank- hck- you daddy."

The bells in her hair ring as her head twitches back and forth, probably involuntarily, as her third climax hits her.

She always finishes quickly after the second time.

Her face is red as her hands snap down to grasp onto his hand pressed on her stomach. But she doesn't attempt to push him away; just stabilizes herself.

The forth and fith go by quickly. And Joel's enjoying it, listening to her pretty pained moans and cries and watching the tears fall down her pink face.

"I want your cock," she says suddenly, sweetly, snaping him out of his focus.

Joel chuckles and keeps the wand situated on her swollen clit. "Do'ya want my cock cause' you think I'll stop if I put it in'ya?" He asks, accent starting to muddle with lust.

His cock is throbbing though.

Ellie sobs brokenly and nods. Joel brushes his knuckles over her tummy; chuckling softly at her while she relents, spreading her legs wider and allowing him to get a better angle on her.

"Good girl," he praises, watching proudly as she moves her hands under her knees to hold them apart.

The sixth hits her and she practically screams, wailing as her nails dig crescents into her soft skin. Snot drips from her nose. She's adorable, with her hair glued to her cheeks and forehead by sweat.

Sexy little thing, especially as she sob-moans "daddy," every few breaths.

Then the vibrator turns off, and Joel can feel a spike of anger hit his gut. He must've not charged it long enough. Eight hours his ass.

It takes a second, for Ellie to notice it's stopped. But he can pinpoint the moment she does, her eyes popping open, wariness flooding her face as she stares at him.

"Is it over?" She asks, voice shakey and raw.

Joel grinds his teeth, deciding to play it like he meant to do that. He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to her cheek, "Yes."

The relief is clear on her face, her body relaxing into the mattress and her breathing slowly calming down. Ellie doesn't look at him, though, just stares blankly at the motionless ceiling fan.

If she notices when he unbuckles his belt it doesn't show on her expression. No reaction when he shoves his jeans down to his knees either. Or when he grabs onto her legs and pulls her closer to him. Maybe he finally fucked her stupid.

Joel runs the tip of his cock around the rim of her cunt, pressing it in slightly before pulling out again. Trying to get a reaction out of her. To no avail.

She does, however, let out a small squeak when he shoves himself inside of her fully on the first thrust. But her eyes remained glazed on the ceiling, body like limp spaghetti as he starts pumping into her.

He wraps his hands around her waist, enveloping her. The foreplay payed off, she's slick as wet ice, but still tight as a vice. Joel clenches his jaw, eyes focused on the way her slowly growing brests jiggle slightly with every thrust.

The bells add such a wonderful touch, maybe he should keep them on her. Maybe on her collar?

And if he listens very closely, he can hear barely audible squeaks bubble up occasionally.

Ellie's not crying anymore. Which unsettles him, since she always cries, even when she initiates it, even when she likes it and says as much.

So Joel stops for a moment, and moves one of his hands to cup the back of her head, lifting her limp skull up so she looks at him. But she doesn't look at him, she looks through him.

It's eeiry.

"You in there little one?" He asks through heavy breaths. Ellie's mouth parts slightly, her tounge peaking out before she squirms just barely.

She doesn't respond, at least not audibly but her movements are enough to reassure him she's still conscious, aware. So he drops her head back onto the pillow gently, making sure none of her hair is trapped under her.

Then he returns to moving his hips, pounding her up and down on the matress as she continues to stare detached at the ceiling.

After a few more minutes of silence laced with moaning and huffing a small voice whispers something near inaudible.

"I love you."

His eyes snap back up to her face where she lays with the same glassy look. But he heard that, he definitely did.

"I love you to sweetheart," he responds between groans. And he thinks he sees a little glimmer in her eyes as he says it.

Joel's hips stagger, his thrusting unsteady and he's doing his best to not crush Ellie under his weight.

It only takes a few more pumps and he cums, spilling into her as her face tightens then relaxes. He can hear his own breathing, heavy and irregular and it takes all his willpower to fall next to her as opposed to ontop of her.

He rolls over onto his back and pants like an old dog. Too much exertion for one day. But then again, he's practically made it his mission to fuck her as often and as hard as he can, until the day he physically can't anymore. That day will come sooner then later.

Joel closes his eyes and runs his hand over his forehead, wiping the sweat-glued hair from his skin.

Then a soft kiss presses into his beard. He pops his eyes open, and Ellie gives him a crooked smile before pressing a kiss to his nose.

He hums as she kisses his lips, a soft, sweet peck. She does this for a long while, kissing around his face while he tries to ignore the painful throb in his cock.

She's a good girl, always such a good girl.

Ellie's kisses are sweet and playful, her body is warm, inviting as she presses closer to him. Her quiet giggles as she runs a hand through his chest hair sound like angels singing in his ears.

Shes already forgiven him, she always does. Or maybe she's drunk in the afterglow. Or she's just glad it's over. Or all of the above. Either way, he has no idea what he's done to deserve her.

Joel doesn't deserve him, but she's his regardless.

His.

He puts a claiming hand on her ass, tucking her next to him and tugging her tight against his skin.

His girl yawns and shuts her eyes, overspent, exhausted. Ellie's given all she can for today. He'll wake her up in an hour or two, get some food into her then tuck her back in his arms to sleep.

She'll be his when she wakes up, always be his. She'll be his until the day she dies and even then, she'll still be his, even if he isn't there.

He'll make sure of that.

He knows how to make sure of it.

As Joel closes his eyes his thumb rubs circles into Ellie's soft skin. And all that chants in his mind is 'mine'.

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"Ooh! Ooh! This is a good one!" Ellie announces, her socked feet dangling above the floor. She giggles to herself before reading the setup, "What did the horse say after it fell?"

Joel hums like he's considering, "I don'know what did it say?"

Ellie grins and laughs at it again, "Help! I've fallen, and I can't giddy-up."

He laughs slightly and shakes his head, the movement readjusting his dick in her. "That is awful," he says, "jus' awful."

"Come'on you laughed!" She responds, turning her head as far over her shoulder as she can. Joel just sighs dramatically behind her, "Gimme another then."

She can feel her smile radiating through her body as she licks her finger to turn to the next page.

"What do you call a well-balanced horse?" She asks, tilting the book so he can't look over her shoulder at the awnser. His cock twitches inside of her as she warms it.

"Is this horse pun day?" He asks, a teasing edge to his voice as he tickles her waist.

Ellie giggles and makes a show of trying to avoid it, all while staying seated on him. The bell may have made this funnier, bit he didn't dress her in it today.

"Daddd," she starts, then prompy adds the "yy" dramatically while faking a pout he can't see, "what do you call a well balanced horse?"

Joel hums like he's thinking deeply, bouncing his leg and her with it. "Stable," he responds matter-of-factly.

Ellie gasps, "you knew all along!" She pokes his thigh playfully as he bounces her up and down on his lap, she restrains her moan.

"S' an old joke."

"Ok let's see if you know this one smart guy," she says, silently praying that he doesn't see her words as an insult. Joel just hums, no reprimand so she's probably in the clear.

"Why can't you hear a pterodactyl use the bathroom?" Ellie asks, sure that he won't know this one. Her daddy doesn't seem like a huge archeology guy.

"No idea," he responds, his knuckles run up and down her bare spine.

"Because the P is silent!" She announces, unconsciously wiggling her feet as she hears him huff behind her.

"Now that ain't fair, I don't know how that's spelled," He claims, letting out a dramatic noise of disapproval. Ellie giggles, and it must be infectious as he chuckles too.

"You know a lot about dinosaurs?" Joel asks her as she flips through the pages, trying to find a good joke to tell him.

"Yup! I used to swipe books about them," she says, happy to talk. "Technically some of them weren't approved but....whatever."

"Noted," Joel hums behind her as her finger settles under a joke.

Her skirt, which can barely even qualify as a skirt, tickles her skin as she wiggles to get comfortable after the laughing knocked her off kilter.

"Whats red and bad for your teeth?" She asks, holding in her laughter at the punchline.

"A brick!" Ellie announces before he even has time to respond. She giggles quietly as Joel groans.

"Jus' horrible jokes, really," his tone is playful as he says it, his hands petting either side of her waist.

"Well you tell one then," she says, looking over her shoulder back at him.

Joel gets a contemplative look on his face before asking, "what do you call an angry carrot?"

Ellie closes her eyes and thinks about it for a minute or two before finally conceding, "what do you call an angry carrot?"

"A steamed veggie."

"Oh my god!" She responds, laughing more then the joke warranted. "That's so bad."

Ellies loves when Joel is like this. Joking with her and being fun. It's always a toss up which Joel she'll get. The one who tells puns with her, or the one who pins her down and fucks her until she passes out.

She means, she loves him either way, of course she does but. She likes it like this.

Though he's been really, nice recently. Weirdly nice, even during sex. It makes her wonder if she's done something wrong.

☆☆☆

His hands grip onto her soft waist gently. Well not particularly gentle but nicer then he usually does it. Joel lifts her up slightly, then pulls her back down until she's seated ballsdeep.

The pace is painfully slow, but every since a few days ago he's been much gentler on her. She's starting to notice too, yesterday she had asked him if he was feeling alright.

And today she had asked if she had done something wrong. It makes his heart ache, but he doesn't want to risk her going fucking catatonic again so soon.

It was only the next morning when he realized how concerning that all was. But she seems fine now, no obvious changes.

"Two fish are talking in a tank," Ellie starts, her voice slightly heavy as he pumps into her tenderly. It is kinda nice, the gentle sex, he should do it more often.

"One looks to the other and-" she giggles at herself, then groans softly before continuing, "and asks, 'do you know how to drive this thing?'"

Joel snorts, if only at the ridiculousness of the joke in this situation.

"Do'ya get it?" She asks, voice starting to muddle, "tank like the fish and like the car?" Ellie giggles again, then lets out a loud moan as he hits her sweet spot.

"I got it baby," Joel responds, accent thick with pleasure.

God it's like he weighs nothing, he's done many a woman like this but he thinks he could bounce her up and down for hours without getting tired.

Ellie's hand moves shakely to rest her book on the chair arm, but it all but immediately falls off, hitting the floor with a thud.

She'd been the one who all but crawled onto his cock to warm him. But it still surprises him when she moans out "harder!"

Her cunt is practically dripping, slick as he quickens his movements a bit, hitting her deeper inside with a faster pace. The tingling fear of her leaving again prompts him to not go too fast, too hard.

If she's doing well next week he will, but it all seems to soon to go too rough on her.

One upside of this is that her skin is healing; it'll be a fresh canvas for him to paint with bruises, hickeys, bites. Joel loves marking her up, claiming her, pressing on her tender spots to make her squirm and cry.

Ellie's inner walls squeeze him like she's trying to break his dick. She moans and pants as he targets her spot.

"Daddy," she gasps, "daddy please." Her hands hover uselessly in the air, nothing to grab onto. Until one of them reaches for her boob, and while he can't see it clearly, by the noises she makes he can tell she's pinching her tit.

Those are the sounds she makes when he does that.

A quick spike of jealousy fills him, about anyone touching her but him, even her touching herself. She's his. But he quickly waves it away, because it causes her to moan her pretty moans louder. Just for him.

He'd kill a man for looking at his baby. She's his.

With a few more steady thrusts he coxes her into a climax. Her legs stick out, and he can tell from experience that she's making her perfect little o-face.

Joel takes this is an opportunity to fuck her a little harder, taking advantage of her squeezing cunt to get himself off as fast as possible.

It's easy work and he fills her, pumping and grinding until he can't anymore.

Ellie flops back against his chest, sighing happily and squirming in his lap. Joel holds in a hiss at the overstimulation.

Then she giggles, and he raises his eyebrows like she can see him from this angle. "I would tell you a penis joke..." She starts, and Joel braces himself.

"But I wouldn't want to be cocky," she finishes it with a serious inflection, then starts laughing at her own joke.

Which makes him start laughing too.

"Lord girl you're goin' to kill me," he says, then immediately wraps his arms around her to start tickling her stomach and waist.

Ellie squeals and laughs harder, kicking her socked feet dramatically. He notices that one of her frilly socks has rolled down her ankle.

"Did you make that up yourself?" Joel asks and she nods wildly. He shakes his head and snorts, "jus' awful."

But when he stops tickling her her demeanor suddenly shifts from playful to serious. Ellie pulls herself off of his softened cock, only to flip around and strattle him.

She looks confused and, guilty?

Joel's brows furrow as he watches her hold back tears. "Whats wrong baby?" He asks, moving his hands to rub her upper arms.

Ellie breaks eye contact with him, and waits for a long moment before locking her green gaze back on him.

"Are you mad at me?" She whispers to him, and he can hear the stress in her voice as she says it. Tone shakey and hurt.

Joel makes what he hopes is a reassuring face, "naw' baby course' not." Ellies lips press together and he can see the wheels behind her eyes turning.

"Then why aren't you using me like you normally do?" Her face scrunches up as she waves off tears, lower lip trembling as she stammers the words out.

Joel feels his mouth water at the sight. Poor little things distraught that he won't hurt her. He'd love to, pin her down and fuck her until she's screaming. Such pretty screams.

But it's not worth the risk of permanent damage. He has no clue what triggered that, or what it even was.

"Is it because of what happened when you used the thing on me?" Ellie asks before he can respond, settling back on his lap and rubbing her upper arm nervously. She looks like she's finally clicked a peice in a puzzle.

"Yeah," is all Joel says in response, all he can think of. Because he doesn't know how to explain.

"I'm sorry," she stammers, "I couldn't help it- I didn't mean to scare you." A tear trails across her cheek, and she sniffles.

"S' alright baby," Joel reassures her, cupping one of her cheeks with his palm and rubbing his thumb up and down lovingly.

Ellie presses into him, her hands dropping to smooth out her skirt anxiously.

"Why don't you tell me what happened?" He asks, maybe if she explains it'll help both of them. And he can get back to fucking her like normal.

"I don't know," she says, "it's like I was suddenly away from my body, I heard everything, and I could feel you but it was, far away."

"Like when you hear someone talking in the next room but you can't make out what they're saying."

Joel nods along, he knows the feeling, just not in this situation. When his parents would fight violently when he was a kid, when he broke his leg in multiple places as a teenager.

After Sarah died.

"Maybe because everything stopped so suddenly?" She proposes, looking at him like she's expecting an explanation. A hopeful spark is in her eyes.

"Could be," he responds, thinking the idea over. Then she says what's in his head out loud.

"Because usually there's like a slow stop when we're doing it, but then everything stopped like," she snaps her fingers, or tries to but no sound is made. Ellie glares at her finger for a moment, then snaps again and again until the right noise comes out.

Smart girl.

"Sounds about right," Joel responds, happy to take that as an explanation. Or to at least try the idea out. He'll have to be more careful with the vibrator from now on.

Ellie fiddles with her skirt again, "so will you use me now?" She doesn't look him in the eye as she says it, instead looks down at her fingers where they tug on the fabric.

It's a bit surprising, how set she is on him being rough with her. He'd expected her to be enjoying this treatment.

"You want me to be rough?" He asks, with a raised eyebrow.

"I mean- I want you to be rough if you want to," she babbles, "I like this too, I like it a lot but I want you to be happy." Her voice trails off near the end.

Joel's cock stirs and his heart aches. He's trained his baby girl so well. She wants him to be violent if it makes him happy.

He runs his fingers through her loose red hair, petting her gently. He needs to give her more love like this. God she's practically purring.

"You want me to use you sugar?" He asks, and she nods happily. Joel smiles back, a genuine, loving smile. "On your knees then."

Ellie is of course, happy to oblige, settling onto her knees infront of him. He can see the drying tears on her face. That's a good sign.

Joel scoots forward, getting a good angle on her. She smiles up at him, then wraps her mouth around the tip of his cock.

Her tounge runs along it, and she suckles sweetly as her head slowly decends down his length. Ellie's throat makes wet gagging sounds as she hits the halfway point, but she's gained enough control to not back away.

But still, Joel places a loving but firm hand on the back of her head, his fingers running through her hair. Ready to grip on incase her instinct takes over.

Ellie clasps her hands behind her back, fingers intertwining and her little tits popping out.

Then she finally bottoms out, her nose smushing into his pubes, balls settled on her chin. It's amazing how much she's progressed.

"Good girl," Joel coos at her as he begins to move her head up and down on his length. Ellie makes a choked-appreciative sound and keeps her teary eyes on his.

Thick tear drops slide down her face, dripping down her cheeks and chin. Beautiful tears.

Joel moans as she gags, her throat trying to force him out but it only makes it better. His hand speeds up, pulling her up and down quickly as he thrusts into her sloppily.

Slobber falls from her lips, hanging onto his cock and her chin. She looks content, it's such a stark contrast from the first time they did this. She's become such a good girl.

Its hard to stay focused on a rythem right now. Especially as she tries her damndest to suck and lick as he goes. Doing her best.

"Almost there baby," he moans as he feels her motions turn lazy due to lack of oxygen.

She wheezes then chokes and that's what does him in, the pitiful sound mixed with the loving look in her eye. He all but pulls out as he cums, his jaw clenching shut. Joel pounds his free hand on the side of the chair and moans even louder when he feels Ellie start to suck what's rest out of him.

Joel comes down just in time to see her begin to clean up her mess, licking gently at him. And when his pet notices him looking at her she says with a raspy voice, "thank you daddy."

He thinks she deserves a reward after that.

☆☆☆

Her daddy lays over her, caging her in with his arms on either side of her. Ellie nips at his bottom lip, squirming as she feels her clit throb. Joel's tounge explores her mouth and she feels giddy.

Ellies throat hurts but it was worth it. Making Joel happy. She likes making him happy, even when it hurts because it's her purpose.

Spit trails between them as they come up for air, only for Ellie to press her mouth back against his after a half-breath.

Ellie loves kissing, it's nice, and it doesn't hurt. She always thought it was kinda gross before, when other kids would make out in spots they thought where hidden.

But she gets it now. Her while body is buzzing. She's euphoric as Joel starts slowly kissing down her neck, sucking occasionally. He nips around her boobs, giving each nip a good suck before kissing down her belly.

Her daddy's hands pet up and down his waist as he goes. Ellie loves being pet.

Then she sees him about to duck under her skirt so she whispers in a serious, urgent voice, "Daddy."

Joel's head pops up, his eyebrow raised.

"What do you call a ghosts erection?" She asks, managing to maintain her serious tone for once. Her daddy shakes his head slightly and sighs, "what?"

"A boooner."

He snorts, then prompy shoves his head under her skirt. His hands pull her legs apart, then she feels his tounge lick a long stripe down her slit.

Her mouth falls open as he spreads her lips apart and wraps his mouth around her clit. It's good, really good, especially when he shoves a thick finger into her.

She moans, grinding into his face.

Pleasure takes form as bubbling in her cunt and butterflies in her tummy. It all is so good, feels so good.

Ellies eyes fall shut and she focuses on the way his finger pumps in and out of her, how he laps at her clit. She lets out a strained giggle which morphs into a moan.

Then lightning strikes behind her eyes and she smushes his head between her thighs. Her hips grind lazily against his face until it becomes to much, then she releases him.

Her daddy presses a soft kiss to her inner thigh, then her stomach and her neck. His lips press against her cheek, and she yawns suddenly

Ellie's eyes flutter as the after sex exhaustion hits her body like a truck. The last thing she remembers before she passes out is Joel holding her in his arms, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead and tucking her into her cage.

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Joel's exhausted as he turns the key to the run-down apartment. A weight bears down on his shoulders, making his face frown and mind irritated. He punched a man on the way home, honestly he doesn't even remember what he'd said to trigger the reaction.

Today has surely added a few white hairs to his beard, if not turned it entirely. Lord he's getting old.

Joel looks down at his fist, a split knuckle and a smear of blood. He wipes his hand on his jeans, removing the majority of the dried blood.

Then he pushes the door open slowly, trying to avoid the creaks that will alert his girl to his presence. Joel leans his head inside the apartment to hear her quiet giggles as she reads through a book, or maybe a comic.

Sweet girl.

He steps inside carefully, avoiding the looser floorboards and leans against the wall, smiling in her direction. He can imagine her clearly through the cage cover, curled over with a story in her hands.

As he takes a step forward the floor creeks and be bites back a scowl. Ellie's laughs stop, and he hears slight shuffling as he approaches her cage.

Her fingers wrap around the bars of the cage, and he can see her knees pressed together as she waits.

Joel swollows down his anger and slips on a smile. He's happy to see her, better look like it.

He bends down, feeling his age in his back as he opens the lock to her cage, letting her push it open happily.

Ellies head pops out of the cage, she stares at him with her big green eyes. Her twin braids hang, decorated by lace bows from lace trim he'd ripped off a baby dress.

It's a routine at this point, him braiding her hair in the morning. He wants to try a loop braid sometime, make a good anchor to pull on her.

A smile paints her face as she crawls out of the cage, and settles down on her knees infront of him. Her grin grows wider as her arms wrap around one of his legs. The leg he wiped the blood off on.

"You're home!" She announces, happy as someone in her position could be. Her hips wiggle, making a show for him. Joel feels some of the stress melt off of him at the sight of her face looking at him with pure admiration.

And his dick stirs at the sight of her attempting to he seductive in her fuzzy pajama pants. Well, maybe not attempting since it's working.

His mouth waters

Joel smiles down at her, frustration waning with every second he looks at his girl. He pets her head, scratching gently at her scalp. Ellie smiles, leaning her cheek against his leg and nuzzling into the fabric.

"How was yer' day little bird?" He asks, picking up one of her braids and running his thumb over the plat. Then he grips onto it, and begins to leading her along as he starts walking.

Ellie makes a small sound of protest but crawls next to him, stumbling slightly as he guides her by her hair. The bells in her hair jingle loudly as she moves on her hands and knees.

She makes an obvious effort to smooth out her face. But her nose is scrunched up, it's cute.

Joel feels his cock throb in his pants because he knows she absolutely hates when he has her crawl. Usually she walks when he guides her by her leash, she's short enough. Still under his shoulders.

And she hates it even more so when he drags her by her hair as opposed to her leash. But her leash is in the bedroom, and her hair has been growing out so long and thick that it would be such a shame to waste it.

She's so pretty like this, his perfect girl.

Joel's eyes watch as her little but slowly growing tits jiggle and sway as he guides her. She's wearing a skirt, curse the winter weather. But it's a tank top, thin and tight on her skin so he fan see her nipples poking out through the fabric.

Its for a younger child, pink with lace around the edges with a cracked graphic of pinkie pie on it. But she's so tiny, that it fits her perfectly, holding into her in all the right ways.

Her ass is in the air, and her pants don't offer the same contour as her shirt. They're thick with snoopy on them, drawstring long abandoned. But he's seen her butt enough to know what it looks like under the fabric needed to keep her from freezing to death.

Ellie's face is focused on the floor, and he can see blush blooming on her cheeks out of embarrassment. She's so cute when she's shy.

"I asked how your day was," he says, nicely but with a firm undertone that tells her it's not a skipable question.

He notices his throat is quite dry as he says it, and opts to make a pit stop in the kitchen. He could really use a cool drink.

Ellie whines as he tugs sharply on her braid, partly for ignoring him, partly for slowing down.

"It was good," she says, hiding her humiliation but he knows her well enough to pick up the slight inflection.

"Did'ya finish tha new book I gave you?" Joel asks casually as he stops infront of the cabinets. He hovers his hand in the air, taking his sweet time selecting a cup from the scarce selection.

His fingers tap on the wooden cabinet door, then he selects a normal gass, with scratched off fruit pained on it. It would have been pretty if not for the years of abuse.

"Yea- yeah," she stammers as he pulls her towards the fridge. He opens the door and cringes internally at the slight cool it smacks him with. Then he pulls out the pitcher of water he purified.

Joel doesn't trust the water in the QZ. Though theres no doubt he's drank worse. He doesn't want to risk his baby getting sick. It's a good thing she's not allowed to leave the apartment, her getting ill would break his heart.

He pours his drink slowly, watching from the corner of his eyes as Ellie squirms on her knees. She presses her thighs together, her hands hovering above the floor, body tensed.

"S' a good girl," he coos, focus still on the glass of water. And he watches, still from the corner of his eye as her body relaxes slightly, always so receptive to his praise.

While Ellie doesn't like being paraded around , she does like pleasing him. Does everything she can to please him no matter how humiliating it is.

And she's going such a good job if it.

Joel wonders if she'll be soaked when he gets her into bed. Wonders how sensitive her clit will be, if it'll be already swollen and poking out of its cave.

He tugs her along as he walks back to the fridge and places the pitcher back inside. Then they're off again, and Ellies starting to get the motions right as they exit the worn kitchen tile and onto the wooden floorboards

Joel guides her around the dining room table, taking the long route and listening to the jingles of her bells and the slight whimpering hidden under them.

It's always good for her to get some extra exercise after spending a day in her cage. Want her to be real healthy afterall.

By the time he sits down in the ancient recliner, sighing as he sinks into the cushions, Ellies face is as red as a ripe tomato.

"Look at me," he demands.

She holds back her scowl and looks up at him, her eyes locking with his and he watches as her anger slowly fades, replaced by something else. Something he can't quite put his finger on.

Joel takes a long swig of the water, it helps alleviate his dry throat immediately. Then he takes another sip, watching as Ellie's eyes focus intensely on the cup.

She must be thirsty, hasn't drank since breakfast. But at the same time, neither has he.

Joel presses his palm aginst her cheek, running his thumb over her soft skin before hooking his fingers under her jaw. She stares at him, neck straining in this position.

Then he presses the glass to her lips, and her mouth pops open. Joel tips the glass so that water starts to slowly seep into her mouth as she fiddles with her fingers.

She has no qualms as she swollowes down the long sip, staring at him appreciatively. Joel pulls the cup back, and her tounge pokes out, licking her lips that are dry and cracked by the weather.

He needs to find her some chapstick or vaseline.

Ellie hovers her tiny hands as Joel holds the glass still infront of her face, lifting them near the cup and looking at him for permission to drink.

Of course, he always takes care of her afterall.

Joel uses his free hands to grab her hovering wrists, holding them together and dwarfing her hands with his. He takes another sip of the water; only good thing about winter is that the drinks you want cold, stay cold.

Then he brings it back to her face, pressing it to her lips and tipping it forward so the liquid spills into her mouth. Faster then before.

Some water spills from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her shirt. But Ellie's had enough training in this department so that most goes down smoothly.

Joel tilts the cup until it's almost entirely upside down before pulling it away. His thumb rubs on one of her hands, and he can feel a shiver go up her body.

"Thanks-," Ellie coughs, "thank you."

"Yer' welcom," he responds, nodding, then releases her wrists. Ellie moves to clasp her hands back together, placing them on her lap quite politely.

Joel places his hand on her head, and begins to pet her as she leans forward, pressing her cheek on the tent in his pants and nuzzling sweetly.

He scratches at her scalp, he needs to take better care of her hair. Ellie purrs, making his cock twitch and leak precum into his boxers.

Ellie's hair jingles as he tugs on her braid, pulling her back far enough so that he can look into those beautiful eyes of hers.

"Full this up for me won'cha?" He asks, handing over the cup to her. She takes it automatically, and gives him a smile before lifting herself up onto her feet.

She stumbles a bit as she takes off, but quickly regains her balance as she scampers to the kitchen.

Joel watches her walk away, and palms at his cock.

Possessiveness fills her as he watches her walk contently through the kitchen. His. She's his.

Joel bites his tounge, rags filling him at the thought of anyone else touching her. Anyone else looking at her because she's his. His baby. His girl.

"Do you want a beer?" Ellie hollers from the kitchen, popping her head out from behind the fridge door, her green eyes bright, happy.

"Yeah," he responds, and watches as she takes out a bottle of homemade beer and the water pitcher.

The reality of leaving her alone for a week is hitting him, he's only ever left her for one or two days but a week is so long. Someone could break into the apartment, touch her.

Joel grits his teeth.

She wouldn't run away from him, that he knows for sure. His Ellie loves him, and even if she didn't, she has no where else to go.

Joel is the only person she has, only person she's ever had. No one else will ever love her like he does. She knows that, he's told her that, had her repeat it to him countless times.

"Are you ok?" A sweet voice says, and he notices Ellie standing infront of him. His sight line lands right on her nipples as he relaxes back into the couch.

Joel takes the water from her hand, and places it on the side table. The echo of his mother's voice chastises him about a coaster. But he waves it away quickly.

Then he grabs the beer and pops open the cap, he places the cap next to the glass as Ellie sinks back down to her knees infront of him. He has to give the bottle and cap back to the brewer, for a discount, the discount being whatever the hell the man decides that day.

"Dad?" His baby asks, more concerned this time. Joel's heart aches at the name, she usually calls him daddy, because he told her too. Sometimes she calls him Joel, but only when she's throwing a fit, which is rare these days.

He doesn't mind it, the way the word sounds in her mouth. He'd like if she called him dad more often.

The whole thing makes even more animalistic possessiveness bubble inside if him. Heat flashes through him, despite the freezing temperatures he feels like he's on fire.

He focuses his eyes on her, she looks at him, worried. "M' fine sugar," he says, though he has to admit it's not convincing.

Ellie opens her mouth to say something, then snaps it closed and reaches for his belt. Her hand rubs up his buldge before trying to grip on the meal. Joel groans but pushes her hands away.

"Let me make you feel better?" She pouts, leaning her cheek on his thigh and looking up at him with a worried expression.

Joel runs his knuckles over her cheeks, "You're mine," he stats, firmly. Ellie's brows furrow slightly, "I know."

Some of the heat in his face cools as he looks at her. She says it like he told her the sky is blue. Yeah, she won't leave him, won't even try.

"I love you," he says, voice softening heavily as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Ellie smiles a real pretty smile, "I love you too."

Joel removes his hand from her face, moving it to shadow over his pocket. Then he reaches inside and fiddles with the card for a second. "I gotta gift for you baby," he says, and watches contently as she pops her head up, "oh?"

She looks at him with cautious enthusiasm, knowing that a gift could mean anything from a new book to a sex toy thats more of a gift for him then her.

"I don' think you have this one yet," Joel says as he pulls the savage starlight trading card out of his pocket.

Ellie lights up like a lamp, taking the card from his hand and looking over it with glee. She reads the stats carefully out loud to him, then mouths the story on the back of the card.

Joel's not sure why his girl likes playing cards so much, there ain't anyone to play it with her. But then again, he knew plenty of people who collected sports cards like crazy. And Sarah loved those pokémon ones.

He guesses he should be thankful she prefers dinosaurs and comic books, he doesn't think he could buy baby dolls while saving his dignity.

Then Ellie squeals, and jumps off the ground. She tackles him and squeezes him in a tight hug. "Thank you daddy!" She says, and plops down on his lap. She then begins to explain in depth what all the stats mean. Then who the character is and their relation to the rest of the story.

Joel nods along, putting his hand up under her shirt to pet her belly. He's actually starting to understand what everything means; she talks about it so damn much.

Well, if it makes her happy it makes him happy too.

Once she's done regurgitating every bit of knowledge on the character she has, Ellie leans against his chest and closes her eyes still smiling. Joel grinds his jaw, trying to figure out how to tell her he'll be gone for a week.

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Ellie rubs her upper arm, standing small in the bedroom doorframe. She shrinks in on herself some, nervous as she watches Joel pull out the box of toys from the closet.

Joel has managed to get his hands on a surprisingly large collection. Most of which, she hasn't seen. Can only imagine what's inside and he supposes the fear of the unknown is more off-putting.

Tonight's a special occasion, a good time to use something new on her.

Joel runs his hand through the box, rummaging until he finds what he's looking for. His mouth waters as he thinks about what's coming next.

He pulls the blindfold from the box and approaches her. Ellie curls further in on herself, peaking up at him with a questioning experience. She's nervous, ought to be really.

Ellie doesn't like the blindfold, probably, he thinks, because he uses it mostly during punishments. But like with the crawling, she isn't doing this for her.

"You're alright darlin'," Joel hums at her softly, petting down her cheeks as she peaks up at him through her long eyelashes. "We're goin' to do some special stuff tonight, make up for the time I'll be gone."

Ellie nods, "ok," she whispers meekly as he pets down her braids, adjusting them so they're perfectly presented.

Joel sighs as she bounces from the balls of her feet to the palms, swaying anxiously. Her fear can be quite endearing, when it's not mixed with defiance.

"Do you trust me baby?" He asks in a loving tone, prompting her to nod immediately and vigorously. "Course'," Ellie says, with an inflection that implies she's surprised he'd even ask.

Joel gives her a reassuring smile, "then be a good girl n' do this for me." He hooks his thumb under her chin and makes her look at him. The height difference is striking, making his cock strain for release.

"It'll make me real' happy," he finishes

Ellie squirms slightly, aware of the incoming discomfort and pain he has in store for her. She's a smart girl, she knows what 'special stuff' means. But her urge to please him overtakes her anxiety.

Like always

"I'm a good girl," she says after a moment of silence, wide eyed and fiddling with her fingers. Joel smiles at her warmly. "Atta' girl," he coos, bringing the blindfold up to her face.

She bites her lower lip as he ties it, blocking out her vision entirely.

"Strip," he says as soon as the knot is tied, taking a few steps back and crossing his arms.

Ellie shivers slightly as her hands move to the bottom of her shirt, she tugs it off slowly. And Joel watches intensely as more and more of her lithe body is revealed to him.

Once it's off she tosses the fabric to the side somewhere, Joel doesn't know, he's too focused on her body to care.

Her budding tits are dotted with freckles, pink nipples standing at attention, begging to be pinched, abused. Bruises dot her breasts, hickes and bite marks. Finger shaped bruises are scattered up her waist, in various different shades.

Blue, green, purple, yellow. They're quite pretty really, a nice contrast with her pale skin.

Then she bends over, pulling her thick pajama pants down slowly. Ellie knows he wants a show, so she makes sure to wiggle her hips slightly as she steps out of them.

Her thighs are the same as her tits and waist, milky white skin, softest thing he's ever felt. And covered in love spots. Joel can even make out a handprint on her upper thigh, a light purple shade.

Ellie isn't wearing underwear, so her little pink pussy is open for his eyes to stare. Only for his eyes. Light pubic hair has started to grow on her cunt, but he shaves it off. It's nice actually, taking care of her like that.

He needs to see if he can find waxing strips. His mother used those on her legs, and after a while the hair just stopped growing.

Joel wants Ellie's mound to stay smooth and soft.

But he is happy to observe that her outer labia is plumping up, giving him more to work with then just a flat slit. Her clit is still tiny, he doesn't think they'll change much.

It's so sensitive it barely makes a difference anyway.

Ellie spreads her legs apart slightly so he can see her better, feeling his burning gaze despite her own being taken from her.

Joel takes a mental picture of her, soaking every detail of her slight body so he can keep it to jerk off on the road. That bitch Tess, taking him away from his baby.

"S' pretty baby," Joel hums, stepping forward to cup her cunt in his hand. Ellie doesn't even jump in surprise, just presses closer to him.

Joel slides his other hand up her back, his finger tips drum at her waist while he keeps her steady, still.

God her cunt is soft, Joel runs his fingers through her folds, collecting her wetness. She's drenched, and a moan falls from her mouth as he slides two fingers inside of her at once.

Tight, so fucking tight.

Everytime he fucks her he's surprised she doesn't split apart. Though it probably feels like that on her side, judging by the face she makes whenever he doesn't bother to open her up first.

And he almost never bothers to open her up. But he'll give her that courtesy tonight, she'll need it.

Joel's fingers pump in and out of her lazily, giving her some much needed foreplay. Loosen her up. Ellie squeaks as his thumb catches her clit.

Joel digs his fingernail into it for a moment, listening to her cry out. Then he relents and presses the pad of his thumb to the nub, rubbing soft circles into it.

When he turns his attention back to Ellie's face he sees her mouth make a perfect O, head tilted back slightly. She grinds her hips against him and he tsks at her.

"Be still now," he says calmly, keeping a lazy pace, pumping in and out of her. Ellie whines but stills, "yes-," she groans slightly, "yes s- sir," she manages to stammer out.

So pent up, makes him wonder if she's been playing with herself all day. Ellies told him before that sometimes she touches herself when he's gone.

The memory is fresh in his head, squirming little girl drunk on moonshine and whiskey, whispering into his ear, breath hot as she says that she plays with herself so he can fuck her quicker when he gets home. Told him that like it was the biggest secret in the world, then she promptly passed out.

Judging by the loud moan she produces as he gives her a slightly deeper thrust, he has his awnser.

He'd fucked her in her sleep after that; until trickles of blood slipped out of her body. Joel grits his teeth, the memory stirring his cock which is begging to recreate it.

"You been touchin' yourself baby?" He asks her in a sweet voice, like how he'd speak to a toddler. Ellie whines and reaches her hand up to grope at herself.

Ellie nods, "y- yeah," she rolls her nipple between her fingers. "Want'ed to be-," he shoves a third finger into her, making a wet noise. "Wanted to be ready for you," she babbles out quickly, then lets out a long moan.

"What'd ya' think about when you did?" Joel asks, lowering the hand on her back to grab her bruised buttcheek. Ellie whimpers, "you."

Well that's a given. Who else would she be thinking about but him? He's the only person she should be thinking about. Ever.

"You know what'd I mean precious," he responds and she whines, the ball of her foot tapping on the floor. "What was I doin' when you thought of me," he asks gently.

"You- where usin' me," she whines, "from behind, o- on the table." Joel's cock throbs in his jeans, begging to take her right now.

"What else?" He pries, knowing she's leaving something out by the way her lip trembles.

"Made- made me beg," she says weakly, hips stammering as she does her best to stay still like he told her.

Joel smiles at her, then slows to a stop. Ellie groans in confusion, her face twisting in displeasure as she desperately tries to get herself off using her tit.

"Well then," he says, "beg."

Ellie sobs out in desperation, her mouth falling open slightly as the wheels in her brain try to turn.

"Please daddy?" She finally says, "Please? I want to cum, please let me cum daddy please, please daddy?"

Joel's cock aches in his chest. "Keep goin'," he says, beginning to move his fingers in her. Excruciatingly slowly.

"Please let me cum daddy please use me i want to cum please I love you daddy please let me cum," she blabbers out, probably not even sure what she's saying. Joel smiles as she continues her ramblings. It's sweet, but he'll need to teach her how to really beg some time.

As Ellie lets out a high pitched sob he takes mercy on her, pulling his fingers out of her and pinching her clit.

Ellie practically screams as he rolls her nub in his fingers, pinching and tugging roughly. Her body starts to go limp, with Joel practically holding her up.

"Go on now'," he coos to her. And she obeys, body going ridged as she humps unconsciously on his hand.

"Thankyouthankyou," she says as she rides out her orgasm, foot tapping on the floor. And when she finally comes down she stumbles forward, pressing against his chest for comfort.

"Did good baby," Joel says, petting up and down her back. He leans down to press a kiss on the top of her head. "S'good," she mimics his words, reassuring herself.

"Go on n' get into bed," Joel directs her. Then he adds "got a long night ahead of you." Would be cruel to make the little thing think it's over. Though she's smart enough, and knows him well enough to know it's not.

Ellie nods absently, then stumbles away from him, almost tripping over her pants on the way to the bed.

Theres a large hand mark on her ass, the shadow of his palm taking up almost the entire surface area.

Ellie collapses face down, her cute ass sticking up in the air

Joel grabs the amber stained glass bottle on his nightstand, then tugs out the cork. Pulling it slowly because he doesn't have time to dig it out with a knife

He lifts the bottle to his lips and takes a long swig, ignoring the sharp, acidic burn as it goes down. He needs some confidence in his system, some energy.

Ellies chest rises and falls with an uneven breaths, he can see her ribs like this. Her fingers tap the sheets in a waving motion; nervous.

Joel smirks and taps the glass against her cunt, she startles, head popping up like she's trying to see him, but she can't. He places the bottle back down on the nightstand with a clank, precariously close to the edge.

Then he grips roughly onto Ellie's waist and flips her onto her back. She squeaks but goes along with him, unable to do anything else.

Joel slides his hands down to her hips and janks her to the edge of the bed, so her legs are dangling off. Her feet don't reach the floor.

He grabs the bottle again, then slips his hand under her neck to lift her head up. Her lips shake, then pop open slightly as he presses the bottle to her mouth.

Ellie's face contorts but she sips down the liquid without complaint. Ever so eager to take anything he gives her.

Joel takes the alcohol away from her after the equivalent of two or three shots. He needs her loosened up, not completely blacked out. She'll need to be mine loose for what he has in store for her.

Though, he predicts she'll blackout at one point or another tonight.

Ellie spreads her legs wide, probably expecting him to get right into business. But instead he rounds the bed, and grabs the box.

Joel pulls out a chain attached to nipple and clit clamps. He smiles down at the unexpectent girl, he pets gently over her belly, then attaches one of the clamps to the nipple she's already pinched raw.

Ellie cries out in pain, but doesn't fight his actions, just makes sweet, confused noises as he attaches the second clamp to her other nip.

Her breathing becomes heavy, whimpers leave her lips and she's still holding her legs wide open for him. Such a considerate little thing.

Joel's eyes flick down to her clit, standing at attention. Red and raw from his previous pinches and tugs. Her cunt squeezes around nothing.

Then he snaps the clap to it, tightest setting is just enough to pinch down tightly onto her.

Ellie wails, her body instinctually trying to buck the painful objects off. But Joel presses a steadying hand go her lower belly as she continues to cry in confusion and hurt.

Joel gives it a sharp tug, making sure it's secure enough to not fall off. Then he twists it, and tugs it again. Secure.

"Daddy," she starts, voice cracked due to the sudden, overwhelming pain. Joel shushes her gently, "You're doin' so good, take your new toy now."

Ellie whines out, face turning even more red as sweat beads start to gather at her forehead. Tears soak through her blindfold.

"Does it hurt?" Joel asks as he unbuckles his belt. Ellie nods and hisses, "yes." He tsks at he unbottons his pants and undoes the fly, "yes what?"

"Yes- sir," she says shakily. Eh, good enough.

Joel pulls out his throbing cock and lines it up to her fluttering cunt, just begging to be used. "S' good baby, be good for me," he says, accent thick with lust as he thrusts sharply into her tight heat.

He bottoms out in one movement, dick head pressing aginst her bruised cervix. A happy sigh leaves his lips.

She cries out helplessly at the sudden intrusion, face contorting. But she doesn't dare push him, or do anything but take it. Ellie's hands snap to her neck, fingers wrapping around her collar.

Ellie holds onto the leather desperately as he begins to pound roughly into her, not giving her any time to adjust.

"Really needed this baby," he moans, gripping his hands onto her waist and holding her still. He thrusts sharply into her, beating at her walls and cervix.

Ellie sobs loudly, her whole body blushing.

After a few moments and a few messy thrusts Joel gets into a rythem, plumping into her deep and steady. Ellie's wailing has turned into pitiful whines.

Though she does let out a sob when he presses his fingers onto the bruised shadows on her waist, marking past sessions.

"What do you say?" Joel prompts her, watching her tilt her head to the side. Ellie sniffles, but doesn't respond. So he gives her a particularly violent thrust.

"Thank you!" She yells, chocked sobs falling from her lips.

"Thank you for?" He urges, voice a growl. Joel hisses out a moan, watching her squirm and tighten around him.

"Thank you for using me," she says, almost in a whisper.

Such a good girl.

Joel's eyes wonder down her body and lock with the clamps on her nipples, making them red and swollen.

Ellie gets so amazingly tight when he pinches her tits, so this should be incredible.

Joel grabs onto the metal O that all the clamp chains are attached to. Then he yanks, hard, watching as her nipples are stretched.

She screams, and her inner walls reflexively tighten around him, which only causes her to howl louder. Joel howls too, but for an entirely different reason.

Ellie's back arches and she sobs.

Joel pumps into her faster, then tugs again, eyes snapping closed with pleasure as she tightens so wonderfully around him. Ellie slams her head back against the matress, doing everything she can to prevent herself from trying to stop him.

"Perfect girl," he huffs as he slams into her bruised insides, "makin' me s' happy." The praise makes her relax slightly. But her relaxed isn't what he wants right now so he yanks on the chain again. She hollers and tightens back up, body stammering.

Nice and tight.

Joel can feel his head going fuzzy, bubbles of pure pleasure boiling in his stomach. "Doin' so good I'll be content for my whole trip," his words are slurred but he can tell the message is comforting to her.

Despite the obvious pain panted on her face and body.

He tugs again, harder then before and he causes one of the clamps on her nipples to snap off with an audible click. Ellie screams, blood curdling.

And Joel cums, spilling into her and all but crashes into her. Ellie thrashes under him, sobbing and slamming her body into the bed, doing anything but disobeying his orders.

Joel breathes heavily over her, his hips pumping lazily against her. Once he's sure he won't fall over and crush her, he pulls back.

His eyes flick down and be takes a good look at her swollen nipples and clit, taking another mental picture before removing the clamps.

He can hear Ellie make an audible sigh of relief, her body relaxing as much as it can with the aftertaste of pain.

Joel crawls on top of her, caging her in with his arms on either side of her. He presses a soft kiss to her forehead, then cheek.

Ellie lets out a weak cry, body still shaking from being used. Joel shushes her gently, pressing his lips onto the tip of her scrunched nose.

"You did so good for me baby," he hums, kissing her cheek. Joel kisses down her cheek until his lips are next to her ear.

There he whispers gentle praises to her. She did so well, such a good girl. Perfect.

Eventually her body stops shaking. Well, her shaking goes from violent to manageable. Short trembles from borderline convulsions.

Joel stands back up, then climbs back onto the bed next to her, causing it to dip with his weight. He scoots to the middle of the bed then leans back against the headboard.

Then he pats his lap, "come'on n' cuddle with me baby." Ellie sniffles but flips, flinching when her raw breasts rub on the blanket as she struggles to crawl back over to him.

Once she's in arms reach Joel helps her by grabbing her by her underarms, and pulling her into his grasp where she flops against his chest. Ellie leans her head into his shoulder and squirms uncomfortablely in his lap.

Ellie flinches and sobs out softly as Joel rubs the pad of his thumb over one of her swollen nipples.

Joel presses another soft kiss to her forehead, then reaches over for the moonshine bottle again. He presses it to her lips which open automatically.

Ellie drinks down the liquid rapidly, nose scrunching at the taste. "Good girl," he praises as he pulls the bottle away from her after two shots worth.

He places the bottle back down with a click, then moves his hand to her back, petting her soothingly as she whimpers in his shoulder.

"Did I do good?" Ellie asks shakily, like a little girl searching for her fathers approval. She is a little girl searching for her fathers approval.

His little girl, his slave, his pet, neglected little thing that needs him, loves him.

Joel hums, "so good."

He feels her little body relax into his arms. Joel's praise goes so far with her, the poor thing. He's sure that she'd do anything if it was accompanied by a few kind words.

Ellie's sleeping now, he'll let her nap, give her a few moments to recover before a few more rounds. Maybe he won't even wake her up, let the tired thing sleep while he uses her. Wouldn't be the first time.

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Ellie sits in a flower field. It's beautiful, something she's never seen outside of pictures, infinite green with a rainbow array of flowers as far as her eyes can see.

It's so warm, the sun shines down on her skin, it's something she hasn't felt for a really long time. Not since she was bought. And at that thought, she becomes aware of the collar on her neck. She raises her hand to it, feeling the warm leather under her fingertips.

She also notices that she's nude, grass pokes at her butt and God she can't remember the last time she's felt the grass. It's so nice.

Ellie flops down onto her back, feeling the soft ground under her skin as she stares happily at the midday sky, painted with clouds. A smile crosses her face, and the motion feels real, nice.

Then something cold presses on her wrists, and when she turns to look, she sees that chains have sprouted out of the ground. She tugs on the cuffs holding her wrists, but they don't budge. In fact, tugging just makes then hurt worse.

Ellie lets out a confused noise, like a trapped animal as she tries to bring herself up to sit, but finds herself unable to.

An ache fills her body, and the bruises become apparent. She looks down, watching as they materialize on her skin. Going from red to purple to green in a matter of seconds. The sudden pain makes her let out a sharp cry.

"Shh, little one, it's alright," a voice says above her, and the sun has been overshadowed. Blocked out by,

Joel.

"Daddy," she breathes, letting her body drop back down onto the grass. She smiles at him, feeling a twisting loving feeling in her gut.

The chains on her arms grow tighter until her hands are pinned right to the ground. But that's fine, Joel's here. She's safe, must be.

He takes a step towards her, then another, and his figure somehow takes up the whole sky, leaving her in his shadow.

"My little whore," he says to her, cooing like she's a babe. Yes, she his whore, she's a good whore, like he taught her to be.

Ellie spreads her legs, it's instinct, and the burning aching feeling in her cunt must be too. It gets more intense as she stares at his face, black, scleraless eyes looking right into hers.

She spreads them as far as she can, then that same coldness grabs onto them, and her ankles and knees have been chained down. Ellie tries to kick her legs, but is unable to because the restraints are tight, painfully tight.

They nip at her skin, angry metal, not like the padded stuff Joel uses on her. He's nice, binding her with padded leather and soft rope.

"So needy," he says to her, and takes one final step which leaves him standing between her spread legs. "Do you want me to use you little one?" He asks, bending down slightly and she can see the outline of his cock through his pants.

Ellie does want him to use her, she wants to make him happy. That's what she's for.

That's her purpose.

"Please use me," she responds, polite like he taught her, Joel doesn't like it when she's rude.

Ellie remembers being slapped for it a few times. One time in the early days of their love, when she didn't know to love him yet. She had told him she'd rather die then blow him. A stupid statement and he'd smacked her so hard she fell over, and knocked her head on the floor so hard she'd passed out.

She can't imagine doing that now, making him feel good is what she lives for.

"Please," she adds on sweetly when the look he gives her tells her that her response wasn't good enough. "I want you," she does want him, so very badly, wants to be good.

"I know you do princess," he responds, voice like honey in her ears, then he brings his boot up to her pussy. Joel knocks her lips aside and presses the tip of his boot on her clit.

Ellie hisses, it hurts. But he likes it when it hurts so she supposes it's ok.

She feels the air go cold, then freezing around her, it's not bright and sunny outside anymore, it's dark.

Joel starts pushing his boot up and down, dragging her clit across the bumps gathering the bottom of the shoe. Her brows furrow, lips falling open slightly.

"You like that don' you?" He asks, pressing down on her. Ellie whines and nods, she hates it, but he doesn't need to know that. "Such a stupid slut," Joel smirks at her and grinds his boot harder on her clit.

His voice is cruel, and it makes her heart drop to her stomach.

A tear falls from her eye, and Joel coos softly at her. "Such a crybaby, this is all you're good for isn't it? It's such a good thing you're mine, you'd be horrible at doin' anythin' that don't involve spreading your legs."

Ellie's brows furrow, this doesn't sound like Joel. "Daddy what?" She begins, wondering why he's being so uncharacteristically mean to her. He's mean sometimes but-

Joel's leg lifts back, and he kicks her right in the cunt.

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Ellie screams as she wakes, the invisible pain in her privates quickly disappearing. The air around her is freezing as she curls in on herself. Bed too cold without Joel to hold her.

And she feels, so, very, empty.

Ellie's so used to being full, having fingers in her, cock in her, cum in her. But her daddy's been gone for over a week and all the seed he left inside of her has been washed out.

A hand slides down her stomach, running down through the hair starting to grow in his absence, which will be immediately removed upon his return. Then her palm reaches her core, and she pushes two fingers inside.

The frustrating lack of depth and width makes her audibly huff in annoyce.

She wants her daddy back, wants him to put his cock in her so she doesn't have this awful emptiness inside of her.

Ellie twists her fingers and thinks about Joel, about how frustrated he must be out there without her to help him. He gets angry after a few days of little sex she can't imagine the blue balls he has now.

She'll take good care of him when he gets home, and he'll fuck her and hit her until she sobs and it'll all be ok because he does it because he loves her. It makes him feel better to use her and that's all she wants, to be useful.

Ellie's eyebrows furrow as she imagines his voice in her ear, whispering praises as he bends her over. Telling her how she's his pet, his whore, and her favorite, his girl, his little one. But being his in general is good enough for her.

Her fingers curl and she whines at the thought of his beard scratching at her neck as he kisses her.

Yeah, she can't wait for him to be back home.

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Ellie's eyes pop open at the sound of a commotion outside. Loud footsteps and talking, and at first she thinks it's an evacuation. But no, the talking seems, happy, somehow.

That causes her to pull herself to a sit, hand brushing through her matted hair as her tired eyes wander to the bedroom door. She realizes she fell asleep with her hand still nestled between her thighs.

What's going on out there? She can faintly hear the sounds of laughter, that's, unusual.

It's enough of a rarity that she finds herself slipping from the bed and walking out the bedroom and into the living room. Her feet stop a few paces away from the front door, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

Joel would be so mad if he found out she was thinking about leaving the apartment. He'd probably chain her to the bed again, or worse. And she worked so hard to gain his trust but, but-

Ellie takes the final few steps to reach the door, her hand hovers for a moment before she flicks up the peephole and makes a final step to close the distance.

It feels like she's made a great betrayal, personally insulted her owner by even considering- But there are so many people walking by, smiles on their face as they walk towards the music.

The music.

She can hear it more clearly now, upbeat guitar and another instrument she can't remember the name of, if she never knew it at all.

Ellie bounces in the palms of her feet, weighing the pros and cons of this situation. It's been so long since she's been outside. She isn't even allowed to open windows. Hasn't left the apartment since was was brought here what feels like an eternity ago.

She hasn't dared even trying to leave, but- Joel's not here, he'd never know.

In that moment Ellie makes her choice, flipping around and dashing back to the bedroom. She slides onto her knees next to the dresser that holds what little clothes she owns.

Most of them are skimpy, but she does manage to find a single one that is able to hide her collar. She doesn't want anyone knowing about that, even if it's only a quick glance. They may try to take her away from him.

After slipping the itchy sweater over her bare chest Ellie heads back into the living room, and back over to the door.

She pauses then, standing infront of the door, wondering if he's actually standing right outside waiting to catch her disobedience in action. Her hair hovers over the chipping door knob as possible consequences run through her head.

She won't leave for long, just a minute or two to see what's going on. It's not that big of a deal, right?

Ellie turns the knob and pushes the door open slightly, getting her first glance at the outside world in almost a year.

The croud has started to funnel off, making enough room for her to slip through without drawing too much attention to herself. It feels wrong to see so many faces, like they're aliens.

It's a minute or two before she manages to push through the crowd enough to see down the stairwell, where a handful of people are playing instruments and singing.

Ellie wonders how long this will last until officers show up to shut it down, insighting a riot or something like that.

She was right she doesn't know the names of most of these instruments, but they're all strung and make guitaresque sounds that blend wonderfully. So much so that she finds herself getting lost in it, foot tapping along with the beat on the concrete floor.

It's all amazing, the cheering, the music, until she gets the feeling someone's watching her. Ellies heart sinks before she even confirms her suspicion, mouth goes dry as she turns her head up.

As soon as their eyes lock Ellie turns on her heels; her heart dropping even further into her stomach as she shoves her way back through the crowd, knocking people out of the way as she goes.

This was a mistake, of course it was she should have known better.

Ellie slams the apartment door behind her, locks it, makes sure its locked again, and another time before she finds herself walking backwards to the bedroom.

She shuts the bedroom door too, before stripping back down and hiding the clothes she wore out. Then she hides under the covers like the thin sheet and quilt will do anything to help her quick beating heart.

Riley.

Ellie hasn't seen her since the day she got taken. Riley who's fault it is she got kidnapped in the first place. She curls further in on herself, squeezing her eyes shut.

She supposes that she should be thankful, because her actions is what led her to her daddy but- she still can't get over the gut feeling of betrayal when she thinks of her.

Which is probably for the best, like Joel says, Ellie should only be thinking of him.

Stupid, stupid Ellie, how could she do this to Joel? After everything he's done for her. A sob echos through her body, she's horrible, awful, stupid.

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Ellie's eyes pop open once more, this time to a heavenly sound coming from the living room. A grin covers her face and she hops onto her feet before barreling into the room.

"You're home!" She squeals, crashing into Joel's chest. He smells like dirt and sweat, and he hugs her back, fingers running across her bare skin.

"I am," he responds, voice rough, he must be so tired. "Missed you baby," his lips graze against the top of her head.

"I missed you to," she says, cheek blushing against his shirt as she waits for him to tell her what to do next. Ellie's fingers ball into the fabric, holding him close.

"Get yourself ready for me," Joel says as he releases her from the hug. Ellie bounces on her heels for a moment before stammering out, "Yes sir."

He follows behind her to the bedroom, where she quickly ditches her panties and slides into bed while he undoes his belt, not bothering to strip himself.

Joel chuckles behind her as she squirms, pressing her cheek into the bed and presenting her ass in the air. Ellie can hear his footsteps behind her, and suddenly all the events of the day have been forgotten at once, replaced by the familiar feeling of emptiness.

Ellie huffs, reaching her hands to her cunt, and holds open her inner lips, presenting herself fully to him, like a bitch in heat. She's wet, dripping and finds herself biting her cheek as her daddy's weight sways the bed.

This is going to hurt, she knows that damn well because she hasn't been fucked in a week and- and, her cunt throbs and squeezes around nothing as Joel presses his palm between her shoulders, pressing her face and chest further into the bed, ass higher into the air.

He gropes her for a short moment, kneading one of her buttcheeks before swating away the hands holding her hole open to him. Ellie whines pleadingly in response, laying her arms down pitifully beside her, palms up.

She needs him, needs it, she doesn't know why she needs it this badly but she thinks she'll die if she doesn't.

"Please daddy?" She asks, trying to speak as politely as she can, but the words all come out like a whine. Joel pets her back soothingly, and she knows he's telling her to be patient. Even though doesn't respond to her directly.

Ellie whines again, before she feels him scoot towards her, between her spread legs, and pulls his hand away. And right as she's about to morn the loss of contact, the head of his cock slides into her cunt.

It's a flush of pain then pleasure, then pain again and she goes practically cross-eyed, brain short circuiting, shutting down. Ellie let's pit a pained, squeaky moan as Joel continues pushing into her.

Joel laughs, hearty, "Atta' girl, be still now." One of his hands pets down her side while he coos reassurances at her with a soothing tone. She can see his face from where her cheek is pressed into the sheets, lustful eyes looking down at her.

She doesn't get a chance to adjust to being reopened, is never usually allowed time to adjust. So, like always, she lays there and takes it all like a good girl.

He bottoms out, cock forcibly tailoring her guts to fit. Ellie opens her mouth to moan but no sound comes out, her daddy does manage to moan and mutter something but she can't hear it clearly over her heart pounding in her ears.

Joel pulls back slightly, before humping forward so that the tip smashes into her barely healed cervix, and that punches a squeak out of her.

She she hears him laugh again as he adjusts himself inside of her, his hands wrapping around her hips, fingers pressing deep into her skin as he sets his pace.

It's all too fast and hard for her to do anything but take it, Joel doesn't seem to mind though. In fact he seems perfectly content to just use her. That's a relief.

And the burning has started.

Well not started but has become impossible to ignore. Her insides forcibly stretched back open with no preparation. Sometimes she gapes for awhile if he fucks her long and hard enough, she wonders if she will this time.

One time, while more intoxicated then his normal drunk, he tried and failed to get his hand in her when he thought she was loose enough. That whole expirence was equally horrifying and painful.

Just the reminder makes her recognize that rim of her cunt burning more, like it's going to split apart, holding onto him with every thrust as the expected tears finally well in her eyes.

As soon as the first tear spills over, trailing down her cheek, Joel brings one of his hands to her face. He pets her tenderly, tucking her loose hair behind her ear. It's so sweet compared to what the rest of his body is doing to her.

His thumb gently wipes the trail of tears off of her cheek, swiping them away as he gives her a loving smile. "That's my crybaby," he coos at her, and she feels her face twist and another bout of tears at the reminder of her horrible nightmare.

But unlike in the dream his voice is kind, and he presses a soft kiss to her temple, huming against her skin some encouragement. Then he returns his hand to her hips, griping on tight enough that she knows there will be brusies there tomorrow.

Joel gets back to his previous pattern quickly, slaming into her like he's never going to fuck again. He must have really missed her too.

Ellie cries out with a particularly sharp thrust, sniffling with tears. Her daddy hisses something above her which she interprets as pleasure.

And he decides to make an effort to aim for it, punching her guts so it hurts enough for her to sob uncontrollably but feels good enough that the occasional moan escapes from her breathless lungs.

This is right- this is nice, being loved by the only person who she has, only person who'll ever care about her. Riley could never-

"Doin' s' good baby," Joel grunts above her, snapping her away from any thoughts of Riley. "Jus' keep- fuck," he groans, stammering slightly as his eyes lock onto hers.

"Takin' it so well lil' one," he half-smiles at her, sweat collecting on his forehead. Yes, yes, this is right. This is what she's for. Ellie smiles back at him through hazy eyes, feeling very useful.

The small bedroom is filled with the sounds of skin violently hitting skin, Joel's grunts and moans, Ellie's whines and gasps. It's starting to feel good, better.

She tries to concentrate on the bubbling in her belly. The mattress squeaks under her, rusty springs louder then usual and the neighbors are going to be pissed but there's nothing she can do about it.

All she can do is focus on the feeling of him, over double her size and pushing so deep into her that she goes dizzy. Only to give her some grace before splitting her right back open again.

It's all so fast she couldn't catch up if she wanted to.

Ellie balls her fists as the bubbling turns into a boil, hands still obediently at her sides. She feels her eyebrows furrow and Joel gets that hungry look in his eyes.

Then he hits the right spot and her insides pop like an overblown balloon. She cums on his cock, moaning in hurt pleasure while squeezing so hard around him she thinks she may break his cock in half.

Ellie smiles a loopy smile at her daddy who cusses and groans above her. Her brain goes fuzzy as another tear slides over her nose and onto the mattress.

He doesn't stop after his orgasm though, even after he's finished twice doesn't take more then ten minutes before he's poking it back inside of her.

She wonders how many rounds he's going to need, and if she'll be able to walk tomorrow. Probably not, but he'll take care of her, feed her, kiss her bruises, and pet her hair until she falls asleep.

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Ellie's acting off. Being meeker and quiter, then usual, he can see the guilt written on her face like a dog who knocked over an expensive vase. Joel knows why she's acting this way, why she's been afraid to get too close to the front door.

She left, went outside, and she knows she's not allowed to do that. He found the sweater, balled under the bed, and there's no reason for her to hide that unless she was covering something up.

Ellie's not a very good liar.

He's still not sure if he's going to chew her out for it, yet. She seems to have learned her lesson enough by the way she's acting. But he sure has to do something to make a point.

Joel slides his hands around her waist, fingers almost touching as his thumbs rub up and down on her soft belly. And he gets an idea.

Ellie smiles up at him, wet hair sticking to her cheeks as she brings the washcloth up to his chest. Poor things still a little bowlegged from last night, doesn't stop her from showering with him, though.

She's gentle as she washes the weeks worth of dirt and guts off of him; running the cloth up his neck while he grabs onto her tits. They're bigger, won't ever be particularly large, but they're getting to be small handfuls.

A shiver goes through her body as he twists one peak, and she falters for a moment before continuing her scrubbing. The movement of her arms gives her breasts just enough of a jiggle that his cock throbs where it's hardend.

He's clean enough he decides, and grabs onto her hips to slot himself between her thighs. Ellie gets what he's after near immediately, and is probably thankful for the break after the pounding she took last night.

She squeezes her thighs together and he starts to hump into her like an inexperienced teenager. Ellie somehow manages to match his movements; her hands holding onto his shoulders as she tries not to slip on her tiptoes.

Lukewarm water pounds down on them in an irregular pressure.

Soft skin, soft body, how is she so soft yet so skinny? He doesn't know, but he sure loves it as he grabs onto her plush ass, groping. His girl has a great ass, makes up for any lack of weight in the breast department.

Precum spills from the head of his cock as wet skin smacks wet skin. Ellie looks up at him with those loving eyes of her and he practically growls.

It only takes a few more snaps of his hips for cum to paint the insides of her thighs, which she promptly gets to cleaning up.

Ellie wipes down the insides of her thighs before dropping down onto her knees to finish her job.

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The roofies have knocked her out fast and hard. She lays with her head on his lap as his fingers sooth through her thick hair, waiting for her breathing to settle completely.

Once she's definitely and completely asleep he scoots out of the bed, then tugs her to the edge with him.

Joel scoops Ellie up in his arms, she's light as a damn feather, and he can't help but stare as he carries her into the living room. Her lips are slightly parted, begging for a kiss, so he obliges before laying her down on the table.

He runs his knuckles over her waist, around the bruises from last night. Pretty. Joel brushed her hair out from under her, letting it halo around her. It's getting so long, if it keeps going at this rate it'll be at her butt by this time next year.

Her legs dangle off the table edge, so that her cunt is in the perfect position- no, can't get distracted yet. Joel sits down between her inviting thighs.

It takes a moment of scooting and readjusting until he has the right angle to work. He tries to ignore his dick stiring in his pants as her nipples catch his eyes.

Focus.

Ellie's dead to the world at the moment, he can hear her steady breaths, watch as her chest rises and falls. But just to make sure, he pinches the inside of her thigh, hard. No reaction. That's good, she doesn't need to be awake for this.

Joel grabs the rubbing alcohol and a cloth from the small pile he's layed out. He clicks the bottle open with a pop and starts on cleaning the area. Between her mons and uterus. He should remove the hair down here while he's at it.

He tries to clean her gently, making sure not to irritate the area while also trying to ward off any bacteria. An infection would be hell to deal with.

Once she's throughly cleaned he grabs her switchblade from his pocket. Her mother's switchblade he learned one night, when she was sad he wouldn't give it back. Joel doesn't care how well trained she is, he's not giving her a switchblade.

This must be symbolic in some way, he thinks while unwrapping the cloth around it. Using her mother's knife to brand her with his name, mark her as his, permanently.

The blade snaps out, sharp as a razor where he spent hours working on it. Good, this needs to go in easy, making a wrong mark would be, bad.

Joel places the blade on her belly as he grabs another cloth, and pats the area dry. Then he readies himself to make the first cut.

This isn't the first time he's done this, which he supposes is a good thing. In one of his past lives he was in a hunter pack, and occasionally, there came a person who needed to be branded, for some reason or another. Joel did it a few times, but unlike on Ellie, the canvas on the others was usually their face.

Joel begins on the J, taking his time to space it out, so that it'll be centered when he's done. He makes the first cut, a line, making sure its deep enough to make a nice scar when healed.

He supposes he can get a cattlebrand if this doesn't work, but it would be much less nice. And doesn't his baby deserve nice things?

Ellie whimpers, pained, and her thigh twitches which causes him to look up at her face, expecting a confused girl to be staring back at her. No, she's still sleeping.

Joel sighs in relief as he makes another cut, right next to the first, thickening it. Then be wipes down the line, surprised by the lack of blood considering he just cut off a peice of her skin.

He presses his hand next to the first letter, holding his canvas still as he craves out the curve under the J.

The entire time making sure to be as careful as possible, while mentally thanking his mother for forcing him to perfect his handwriting.

O proves to be a bit difficult; especially as she starts to squirm. Can't really blame her for that but it's still more than annoying to hold her down while cutting.

It's a good thing he decided to put her to sleep for this, Ellie's almost completely docile these days but she'd still squirm unintentionally. And then he'd never get clean lines.

Joel shakes his hand as it starts to cramp while cutting the semi-circle of the e. Maybe he should have done this in capital letters instead, would've been less circles.

As he rounds out the letter Ellie's pained whimpers grow louder, and her leg shakes. "Just one more princess," he whispers to her unconscious form as he slices the l into her abdomen.

Then he snaps the knife shut, smiling as he sits up straight to admire his handiwork. Nice and clean, he thinks as he dashes alcohol onto another rag. He pays away the blood starting to surface, then wraps the wound in gauze and tape.

Joel pats Ellie's outer thigh, "good job girl," he says like she can hear him. And with the need to focus on his hands out of his mind, he recognizes the throb of his cock against his jeans.

His eyes snap down a couple inches, locking onto her perfectly presented cunt. Who's he to resist such a perfect pussy? Practically begging for it in his opinion.

His hands reach for his belt, unbuckling before quickly shoving his jeans around his hips. Joel's cock pops out, aching for her. He didn't realize how tight his pants where until they where off.

Joel rubs down his length, spreading precum from the tip to base as he grabs ahold of Ellie's hips. He lines his cock up to her welcoming slit, and sighs contently as he pushes in, watching it slowly disappear inside her.

She's so wet there's barely any tension sliding to her hilt. But she's still a vice as he begins pumping into her, her hole stretching obscenely to accommodate him.

Joel squeezes into her soft skin as he ramps up his thrusts slightly, slamming deep against her cervix as her whines grow louder and louder. Her unconscious body squirms uncomfortably under him, no mental control to keep her still.

It's truly amazing, how no matter how hard or often he fucks her she stays as tight as the first time. Joel moans as she squeezes him, feeling the stressed tension melt off his shoulders.

He runs his hands up her hips and onto her waist, pressing her against the table. Then his hips begin to really move; quickly fucking her as her little tittles bounce with the shadow impact. Ellie's face tenses and relaxes with every sharp thrust, it's incredible to watch her like this

Joel rarely fucks Ellie while shes truly asleep, he often wakes her up with sex, or fucks her unconscious, but this, this is more special. Using his baby while she's completely helpless, utterly dependent on him.

The thought makes him moan and press his fingers deeper into her soft waist.

Possessive.

Joel watches the tip of his cock bulge under the wrap of her brand, peaking out the top before disappearing. He wonders for a split second of doing this will mess it up somehow. But then again, he was never not going to make love to her during the healing period.

Ellie let's out a punched wheeze as he hits her particularly hard. Joel smiles down at her, moving one of his hands to gently caress her face. "Such a pretty girl," he hums as he moves his fingers down her body, setting on her thigh before smacking her there. Leaving an angry red mark behind.

Joel slides his hand up and grabs her tit, other hand still pinning her down to the table. Damned squirming. He squeezes the mound, flattened by gravity but still enough to get ahold of.

She's still not gotten a period, he wonders if she'll get bigger in this department after she does. Joel pinches her nipple, twisting it as she whines in her sleep.

And he notes, that she isn't crying like she usually does. Her face is squished up, uncomfortable but lacking the usual wetness around the eyes.

So he makes a point to pound her harder, deeper, slamming into her cervix until she stars to whimper, tears finally falling from the corners of her sealed eyes.

Joel watches her insensly, and as soon as the first drop hits the table, he cums. He curls over with the impact, nearly growing as he slides his arm under the small of her back to pull her to his chest.

His hips pump in and out of her uselessly for a long minute before he drops her back onto the table and sits down with a sigh. Globs of cum drip out of her, sliding down onto her asshole and that reminds him of something else he's been meaning to do.

Joel scoops up the cum dripping out of her and shoves it back inside, back where it belongs. He does, however, gather the remaining on his fingers, all natural lube.

Then he presses his pointer finger against her second entrance, prodding at it until it let's him inside. He every so slowly pumps in and out of her, loosening her up until he can press another finger inside.

Joel curls his digits in her, pressing against her guts as her body squirms to get away from the no doubt painful intrusion. He should probably wait for her to be awake to do this, to see her reaction and hear her whines and useless begs more clearly.

"Daddy?" A weak voice gasps above him, "what's going on?" Seems like he won't have to wait after all. Ellie squirms, trying to pull away from him but he'll give her the benefit of the doubt that it's a reflex.

"Lie still n' take it baby," Joel orders, twisting his fingers as he watches her hands reach for the wrap covering her fresh brand. He smacks her hands away, "Don' touch that now."

Ellie whines, confused, breath getting quicker and quicker. So he adopts a kinder cadence as a sob racks through her body, "You're alright, hands by your sides."

She does as she's ordered but still cries out, "Please Daddy it hurts!" He's not sure if she's referring to the brand or the fingers inside of her ass, probably both.

"I know, s' supposed to" Joel says as he curls his fingers deeper, listening to the way she hiccups with it. He wonders if she's realized which hole he's in yet. Probably still delirious from the roofies.

That's alright he decides, she doesn't need to know anything besides how to take it. And that direction has already been given.

Ellie forces herself to relax and he takes that as an entrance to slip a third finger in. She yelps loudly, "That's not the right hole!" Joel smiles at her where she's popped her head up, looking at him wide-eyed and panicked.

"S' the right hole if I say it is, now hushup n' relax," he responds, knowing she can't disagree with him. Then he twists his fingers and watches her face insensly as it contorts, turning into pained pleasure as another tear slips down her cheek.

"Please stop," she says, even though she knows it's a useless ask, lip trembling. Joel flashes her a look, which has her looking away from his face and whispering, "sorry."

"But- you're not going to stick your dick in there are you?" She whispers, hair sticking to her face as she asks the question she already knows the answer to.

Joel sighs, continuing his assault. "If you want ta' be perfect, you need to learn this, don' you want to be perfect for me," He asks with an encouraging tone, curling his fingers inside her.

Flashes of different emotions fill her face, confusion, fear, pain, and acceptance. He can pinpoint the moment she resets to blind obedience and he takes advantage to pump deeper inside which causes her to cry out.

"I wan- ta' be perfect," Ellie slurrs more then says, rocking her hips against his fingers as if to prove a point.

Of course she wants to be perfect, a little anal won't break her devotion, but it does irk him somewhat that for a second she considered disagreeing. Well, she can't literally be perfect, especially since they've just begun their relationship.

And this will be, a very, long relationship.