...Rose struggled against her father’s hold. She balled her hands into fists and yanked her arms, but no matter how hard she resisted, she couldn’t break free. With her legs pinned against the sides of the chair, and Slade’s grip around her arms, she could only grunt and gasp as his cock plunged inside her wet cunt. She grit her teeth and squinted her single eye shut at the feel of him penetrating her—it was just as massive as she remembered.

Back when her father had first taken her under his wing and used that serum to drug and control her, back when she had been younger, he had used her like this frequently. It was almost all she could remember from her time with him—the training, the killing, and then the fucking. She had loved it back then, of course; she blamed it on the drugs, forcing her to submit to him.

Now, though, she wanted no part of it, in spite of the near pleasured groan that burst from her throat when every inch of Slade’s cock thrust inside her, stretching her cunt with its girth. She had come here to kill him, after all, for everything he had done to her… but she had failed. He had defeated her just like he always had, and before she knew it, he had her naked and perched atop his cock.

Just like old times.

“There’s no one else around,” he whispered to her, his voice cold and hollow from behind his mask. “So feel free to be as loud as you like.”

“Fuck you!” she growled, followed by a low grunt as her father began to thrust harder.

He chuckled at her defiance, and held himself inside her for a moment. “Not quite…”

He picked up the pace again, and within seconds he was fucking her so hard that she was bouncing atop him. She tried not to give in to the undeniable pleasure that coursed through her body, but she couldn’t help it. As much as she hated her father, as much as she wanted to hurt him, and as much as she wanted him to stop… his cock had always driven her mad. The feel of its massive size filling her, plunging deep inside, it felt good. Amazing, really. She continued to struggle against him, harder than before, but she couldn’t help her reactions as she let her head fall back and moaned out, screamed at the top of her lungs.

She hated this, hated him, and yet at the same time she loved it.

And then, after what felt like an eternity, it was over. Her father thrust himself deep inside and grunted as he came, filling her with his load. She spasmed, feeling her own body enter climax as his seed erupted inside her, and fell back against him. Her mouth hung open, soft moans bursting from her lips.

“You… you didn’t… pull out,” she said, her voice quiet and exhausted.

“No,” Slade replied, as he stroked his fingers between her legs. He continued to gently thrust himself inside her. “You always liked it when I finished inside.”