He does

Chet stands up, taking off the rest of his clothes before moving behind you, pushing your face down which smears your cheek with cum as he unties your arms. “Go get me a drink, I need a moment to recover before I can fuck you silly” He smacks your ass as you get up unsteadily, moving to the kitchen to make him a drink. Even without him knocking you up he still dominates you effortlessly.

As you pour a glass of scotch out for him, you start to think about your situation. You’re obediently following his orders. You’re willingly going to go back into the room, hand him his scotch and let him fuck you! All in the hopes that he keeps his promise and will use a condom… You’ve resigned yourself, at least for tonight, to being his toy, the taste of his cum still in your mouth.

“And don’t even think about pouring yourself a glass” He shouts from the living room. “I want you to taste me while I use you”

You take a deep breath, walking back into the room and handing Chet his glass. “Knees” he says and you obey almost automatically. Doe might not be in the driver’s seat at the moment but all the years of bullying have left their mark. You suppose the only real difference between yourself and Doe at the moment is that she enjoys Chet dominating her, gets off on it. It would be so easy to let her take over, but you know if you do, you’ll end up begging Chet to come inside of you.

He finishes his drink and stares down at your naked body. “Th...the bed is over there” you point, getting up. Chet sneers. “The bed is for good girls who don’t demand condoms. When I breed you, it’ll be in a bed. Whores who use protection get fucked on the floor”

He pushes you roughly onto your stomach, your face pressed against the floor as his hand moves between your legs. “No need for lube I see” You can almost hear the grin as he shoves his fingers into your drenched pussy, your body aroused in spite of yourself at his domineering treatment of you. You hear him spit on his cock before you feel it poking at your pussy. He grabs your waist and rams himself inside of you.

“That’s it whore, take it!” To your shame, you come together with him. As he fills the condom he whispers in your ear. “This could have gone into your womb” The image of him coming inside of you, filling you up, pushes you over the edge. As he removes the condom he empties it on your face and takes a picture as you lay there, still trembling from the orgasm and face covered in his come. “For the scrapbook” he laughs, putting on his clothes and leaving your home.

As you slowly get up, you realize you’ve turned back, Chet’s spunk still on your face. “I guess I... Doe was satisfied” you murmuer. As you clear away the bottle and Chet’s glass before taking a shower you realize you used the bottle your father gave you when you went off to college. After the divorce you basically took care of the household. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, the works. The label still reads ‘From the best damn housewife I ever had;) Have fun at college and don’t forget to call! Love, dad’

You have to find a way out, before Chet either decides you didn’t do enough to please him or to forgo his promise entirely and knock you up anyway.

Who can help you with this?

Isaac maybe? In spite of what happened he’s still your best friend. Emmaline? She seems to have been Chet’s **** for a while, maybe she knows something, maybe you can break free together?

You look at the bottle again. Your dad could help. A real man’s man, who always took care of you. You don’t want to burden him with this and telling him you let Chet fuck you would be extremely humiliating. But he did always have a way of making you feel like everything would be okay.

You could do nothing and hope for the best, but that path seems like it’s destined to lead to a collar, leash and a big belly swelling with Chet’s child. But with Doe’s contented purring in the back of your mind, would that really be so bad?