Imprinting on her Daddy

Rogers fucking loved it, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her tiny voluptuous body, any pretence of masculinity had fled in an instant. She felt his hands squeeze her fleshy rounded ass as he pushed her down onto his cock, filling her up completely. Her new body was too sensitive and she craved more. “Deeper. Harder. Fuck me Dredd,” she whimpered. The leather seats of the car creaked beneath them. The smell of him filled her nose, his colony and masculine sweat, the opposite of her own now. God it was intoxicating.

Rogers had never stood a chance. She was lost to the bimbofication pill’s perfidiously corrupting effects, an intense euphoria that was stupefying and compulsive, an inordinately instinctive craving that she was defenceless against due to her altered and greatly reduced mental state. In the throes of passion she was a mindless fuckpet, a pawn, a toy, a **** to her needs. As Dredd’s cock slammed into her over and over, she grew more and more addicted to the sensations. It was insidious, the way the pleasure guilefully eroded and overrode her thoughts, turning her into an utterly mindless fuck doll. Her brain was a haze of sexual need, the kind of need that made her crave his cock like a ****. She had no volition, no autonomy, just a **** craving for Dredd’s cum. And it felt incredible.

Her body was afire with sensation, the walls of her pussy clenching around him, her huge breasts bouncing with each impact. Her big fat nipples were so sensitive, painfully erect. Dredd noticed and took one in his hand, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. She whimpered, clenching involuntarily around his cock, her hips bucking as the sensation shot straight to her clit.

“Are you ready to imprint on your daddy, slut?” Dredd’s voice was a dark growl in her ear, his hand still playing with her rock hard nipple as she bobbed up and down on his cock, eyes glazed, jaw slack, body covered in sweat, panting and mewling as though this was not her first rodeo. The words sent a thrill through her body, and she nodded eagerly, **** for his approval. The idea of belonging to him, of being his, was strangely comforting amidst the chaos of her transformed identity. A small part of her quailed at the thought of imprinting, understanding that soon Dredd would be more than her undoer, he would be her master and she would obey him. Her cunt quivered at the idea. It was thrilling. She wanted this to last forever. With him as her master it could.

“Good girl. You’re going to be daddy’s little bimbo whore from now on, aren’t you?” His words were a command, not a question, and Jackie felt herself nod again, her eyes glazing over with pleasure. The thought of being used by Dredd, of serving him and his needs, filled her with an odd sense of satisfaction. It was like all the stress of being a cop had melted away, replaced by the simplicity of her new existence as a sexual plaything.

Dredd’s hand moved to her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. His eyes were cold and calculating, but filled with lust. He knew he had her, and it made him want her even more. “Say it, slut. Rogers… Tell me you’re mine.”

Jackie looked into his eyes, the fight in her gone, replaced by a **** need for his cock. “I’m yours, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“That’s my girl. When you come you’ll be completely mine,” he said, and the endearment sent a fresh wave of arousal through her. He grabbed her hips and pushed her down onto him, harder than before. She moaned, her body responding instinctively to his dominance. The feeling of him filling her was all that mattered now.

Her orgasm built quickly, the friction of his cock against her clit driving her wild. She felt like a ragdoll in his hands, helpless to do anything but take what he gave her. And she wanted it. She craved it. She needed his cock, his cum, his approval. Dredd’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he sped up his thrusts.

Jackie’s eyes rolled back in her head as she came, her pussy spasming around his length. “Yes Dredd. Oh my god. Yes Daddy. You are my Daddy!” She screamed out his name, the sound of it echoing in the car as she imprinted. It was like a kick in the head. Dredd became everything to her. Master. Lord. God. She would do whatever he wanted. Be whatever he wanted. She was his, body and soul. She needed him. She loved him. She existed for him. “Fuck me Daddy!” She begged. “Fuck me forever!” She moaned, another orgasm crystallising the imprint. “Daddy…”

Dredd grunted, unaware of the **** mental shift in Rogers, his own orgasm approaching. Dredd’s hips bucked wildly, his cock slamming into her over and over again, filling her with his hot seed. She felt it coat her insides, the sensation of his cum inside her setting off another orgasm. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. The pill continued to imprint him in her mind as her daddy. She was his thrall. His property. His.

Jackie’s body went limp, her legs giving out. Dredd chuckled, catching her, his cock still buried inside her. He pulled out and she whimpered at the loss, her pussy clenching around nothing. He tossed her petite body onto the back seat, his cum leaking out of her.

“Looks like she’s a fast learner, Luke,” Dredd said with a smug grin, buckling his pants.

“Fucking is easy for bimbos like her,” Luke replied, his voice tinged with amusement. “Now let’s get her to the club and start her training. She’s going to make us a fortune.”

The car pulled away from the alley, leaving behind the shattered remnants of Jackie’s former life. The warm, sticky mess of Dredd’s cum in her pussy was the only tangible connection she had to reality as she lay sprawled across the back seat, panting and trembling. “Daddy?” She muttered as her discombobulated thoughts reatructured in the wake of her imprinting orgasm.

The orgasm gave her clarity amidst the haze of the pill’s influence. The weight of her situation crashed down on her, and she realized with existential shock the extent of her transformation. But… she was Dredd’s now. She loved that her body was no longer her own, and her mind was now a playground for the dark desires of the man who controlled her. But right now she could think. It was a blessing and a curse. She was her old self, Dredd’s pet but able to think properly only after she’d caved completely to her female needs.

She considered her orgasm from submissively fucking the man who blessed her with this body. Her daddy. She felt a post orgasmic glow, a rush of endorphins that made her love it whilst rationally a small part of her hated it. She cried a little again, fingering herself despit her shame. She wanted more dammit!

Jackie’s thoughts were a jumbled mess as the car pulled up to Dredd’s strip club. She pushed herself up, her legs wobbly and unsteady. A part of her wanted to get out of here before she was fully consumed by this new identity. But as she reached for the door handle, Dredd’s hand clamped down on her wrist, his grip like iron. “What’s up pussycat. You’re coming with us.”

“Yes Daddy. Sorry. I just had a moment. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Jackie’s eyes snapped into focus and she saw the leer in Dredd’s eyes. He knew. He knew she’d had a moment of clarity. But it was fading. How could she not love Dredd. He was her sugar daddy. “Let’s go daddy!”