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Maisie runs away from home at sixteen. In hindsight, maybe it was stupid to leave with nothing. For a year, she slums it, living in the streets, doing things she never thought she would have to do for money. Eventually, she gets a place at a shelter, and they help her get a job. She doesn’t earn a lot of money, but there’s a guy who works at the shelter who knows a landlord who rents pretty cheap. It’s not his fault; he does warn her that the guy is a creep and the apartment is in a shitty part of town.
Arlo looks like a creep. He’s in his sixties; bald, thick handlebar moustache; he’s fat and always seems to be wearing wife beaters with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. It’s a fairly easy process; he asks for ID, wishes her a belated birthday, and says he’ll get all the paperwork. He gives her his number for any maintenance issues and sends her on her way. A month later, Maisie moves into the decrepit apartment. There’s mould on the windows and the bathroom ceiling. Wallpaper peeling and stains on the floor she really doesn’t want to think too hard about them.
Furniture is difficult to come by. Maisie doesn’t have a lot of money to spare with bills and groceries, so for a few months she’s sleeping in her sleeping bag and sitting on a cushion she stole from work to watch things on her phone and eat her meals. It isn’t until Arlo comes in to fix the fridge door that he offers to get the basics. She tells him he doesn’t have to, but he insists. Maisie cries when she comes home from work one night to find a sofa and bed. She calls Arlo to thank him, and he says it’s no problem. Maybe he isn’t so creepy.
They build a sort of friendship. They greet each other and make small talk when they see each other. He asks her about work, and she asks him if he needs any help with anything. It’s always a no. Furniture slowly builds up in her apartment; it’s very sweet of Arlo to take such good care of her. She hugs him once when a TV older than her appears in her apartment. He pats her back awkwardly, saying he hates to see such a young girl struggle so hard. There’s not much she can do in return, but she bakes him sweet treats as often as she can. One time, he pats his belly, telling her she’s making him fatter when he returns her dish.
Maisie has been living in her apartment for almost eight months when Arlo knocks on her door, offering her a bottle of wine. He explains to her that a tenant of his moved out and left it for him; he doesn’t drink, so he thought she would like it. He quickly shuffles away before Maisie can thank him for the kind gesture. That night, when she sits down at her new dining table, she has a glass of wine.
The next morning, she wakes up feeling groggy. There’s a mess of wetness between her legs. Her head pounds. She sneaks a hand down between her legs; she’s soaking. She must’ve had a wet dream she didn’t remember. With shaky legs, she gets to shower and take some painkillers. Work is going to be difficult today; she can already see this headache not leaving her for a few days. She greets Arlo on the stairs, he asks her if she’s doing okay; Maisie must look worse than she thought. He offers to drive her to work, but she tells him there’s no need.
She starts having headaches more frequently, pounding in her ears that she can’t seem to escape from. It’s starting to scare her. She takes herself to the doctors, only for them to tell her there’s nothing wrong; it’s probably related to her period. She’s crying by the time she gets to the stairs of the apartment building, Arlo bumps into her. He ends up spending the evening comforting her in her apartment. He strokes her hair and holds her close. He goes and gets her some more painkillers; she thanks him as her head hits her pillow.
Wet dreams also become more frequent. At least once a week, she’s waking up soaking between her legs, sometimes even twice. It’s aggravating; her body is always horny. No matter how many times she masturbates, she ends up soaking her underwear in her sleep. She ends up having to buy more, just to be safe. She wishes her mind would remember it; her body certainly does. Her birthday comes around, and instead of celebrating, she gets herself off three times on her sofa. It would’ve been four except Arlo knocked on her door to wish her a happy birthday.
Something’s moving inside of her. It feels good; the friction is delicious and fills her so nicely. Sparks explode behind her eyelids as pleasure vibrates through her body. Maisie doesn’t know if she's awake or asleep, but all she knows is that she’s getting fucked good. Hard thrusts fill her; she wants to cry out in pleasure, but she’s too out of it. Fingers rub at her clit, and she can feel herself getting wetter. Her toes curl, and her legs shake as she comes. The person ruts into her quicker and explodes with a grunt.
When Maisie wakes up, she understands why she’s always horny now. That dream blew her mind. She gets herself off once in bed and then again in the shower before work. All day, she thinks about it, wishing that the man in her dreams was real. Her free time could be filled riding that cock instead of sitting alone in her apartment, eating ramen, and watching The Office reruns. Daydreaming about her wet dream, she walks straight into Arlo outside the apartment building. He smiles at her and hopes she has a nice evening before sliding into his car. Maisie’s evening is spent with her vibrator.
It’s not until a month later that it happens again. She’s being fucked. It’s rougher than last time. Sprawled on her front, the cock slams into her with abandon. Her toes curl and her legs shake; a gargled moan slips out of her. The man grunts, forcing himself inside of her harder. It hurts as he bumps into her cervix, but Maisie is too far gone to care. Her orgasm rips through her, moans falling out of her. The man grunts over and over as he owns her body. He pumps her full of come. It isn’t until she wakes up that she realises that the grunts sound like Arlo.
The thought has Maisie rocked. She’s not attracted to Arlo in the slightest. He’s kind to her and treats her like a daughter. It had been a long time since someone cared about her so innocently and with such love. Part of her felt gross about violating him like that. He never stared at her or made her feel comfortable; without him, she would still be in a shelter or, even worse, on the streets. It doesn’t matter how she truly feels; the dreams keep coming, and they keep being filled with Arlo.
Maisie is awake. She knows she’s awake. Her eyes flicker open, and she’s sprawled on her front again. She curls her fingers into the sheets to make sure she is awake. The cock pushes into her; it surprises her. She can feel the red hot heat between her thighs, and she can hear how wet her cunt is as she gets pounded. Even worse, she can hear how Arlo grunts as he fucks into her. Maisie doesn’t dare move. She lays there in shock as Arlo violates her. There’s nothing she can do to stop her orgasm. There’s nothing she can do to stop him from coming in her.
Everything gets turned on its head. She can’t believe it. All those wet dreams had they been Arlo raping her? No. There’s no way. She would know if someone was coming in her once a week. She would know if someone was fucking her. How would he even be able to do it? Then, on her lunch break, it all falls into place. The wine. That’s when the headaches started, and then the painkillers he bought her only made the headaches worse. He was drugging and raping her.
She stops drinking the wine he brings her. No longer takes the painkillers. She plays pretend, keeping up their friendship. She bakes for him, and when it rains, he drives her to work. If she didn’t know the truth, it would be impossible to tell. He brings her a bottle of wine, and she tells him she’s stopped drinking; the headaches come less when she doesn’t. He doesn’t seem disappointed and congratulates her on figuring out the problem. Everything is back to normal after that, no more headaches, no more waking up with come between her legs.
Then it happens again. She doesn’t know how he does it, but she wakes up sopping wet between her thighs. He must have done it multiple times. She’s so horny, she spends all day at work trying to will the heat in her body away. She ends up riding the corner of her dining room table, thinking about Arlo. Imagining what he did to her body. She imagines him taking her on her back, her useless legs on her shoulders, with him practically folding her in half. Forcing himself inside of her over and over again as he takes her tits into his mouth.
She seriously considers moving out. Arlo’s raping her whenever he wants. It would be too difficult to leave; she wouldn’t be able to find anywhere cheap enough to rent, and would Arlo even let her take the furniture? It would cost too much. The worst reason she can’t move out, she thinks, is because Arlo is her only friend. He’s only ever been there for her. If Maisie didn’t know what was truly going on, she wouldn’t even want to leave. He was the first real friend Maisie had made. She didn’t want to be alone again.
It keeps happening. Maisie doesn’t even try to figure out how he does. Whatever he’s using is strong now. She doesn’t wake up anymore; she just finds the evidence of it between her thighs. She tries not to be disappointed. There’s something completely wrong with her to even feel that. She should be happy; she can’t remember being raped, but every time she wakes up in the morning, she’s sad. Now, all her time is spent fantasying about what Arlo does to her. She imagines him shoving his cock in her mouth until she chokes. Arlo calling her princess and making her squirt. Her clit hurts with how much she’s getting herself off.
She’s trying to leave subtle clues that she knows. Asking for rides to work more often and inviting him to her apartment for dinner. Most of the time, Arlo spends about an hour with her before finding an excuse to leave. It frustrates her to no end. She contemplates leaving her vibrator out one night just so he can see how he’s making her completely lose her mind. Instead, it stays the same. She wakes up with a mess, gets herself off, and spends the day thinking about Arlo’s cock.
One day it occurs to her: How does Arlo know when she’s taken the drugs? It would be impossible to guess, and she would’ve noticed him coming in during the night to check if she was asleep or not. There must be hidden cameras in her apartment. Arlo must spend the day watching her. She wonders how many times he’s watched her make herself come thinking about him. That night she makes a show of it, strips bare, and rides her dildo in the middle of the living room like a woman possessed. She rubs her clit, pinches her nipples until she’s exhausted from making herself come so much. The next morning, she fingers Arlo’s come back into herself.
She must be getting used to the new drugs he’s giving her. Just like before, she half wakes up, too intoxicated to really do anything but feel what he’s doing to her body. She’s on her back, Arlo’s cock plunging in and out of her hard. She can feel herself bounce from the force; she wants to moan and call out his name. She wants to wrap her legs around his waist and beg for more. Instead, she comes as he pumps her full and leaves.
Half waking up in the middle of the night starts becoming her favourite part of the day. She loves waking up to the feeling of warm heat throughout her body. Arlo always fucks her so well, and his cock fills her so well. Stretching her perfectly, the drag of it inside makes her toes curl. He’s forceful but doesn’t hurt, even though sometimes she wishes he would. Sometimes she can feel him grab her tits, pinch her nipples, and bite down on them too. Maisie always gets so much wetter when he does that.
Everything gets too overwhelming. Maisie knows it’s wrong for her to want him to keep raping her. Something is seriously demented inside of her; she cries sometimes because she’s become so pathetic. Being alone fucked her up; doing the things she had to do to survive fucked her up; and now she doesn’t want her rapist to stop because at least someone wants her. She watches Arlo, completely disgusted by him. He’s old enough to be her grandfather. He dwarfs her in size; she wouldn’t be able to stop him even if she wanted to. Maisie watches him and wonders about Arlo’s heavy weight holding her down and making her take it.
Her fantasy takes a drastic turn. Instead of her wondering about what Arlo does to her at night, she starts formulating fantasies about Arlo raping her in the middle of the day. How he could just grab her on the stairs after work, push her down, and shove his cock into her until she screams. Maybe some of the neighbours would come out and see their landlord defiling the nineteen year old across the hallway, and they would watch. Arlo would grunt and tell them that she was his, and then let them watch his come drip out of her.
She thinks about him barging into her apartment, ranting and raving about how he’s had enough of her teasing him and how he wants what he’s owed. He’ll force her to strip and then make her ride him on the sofa until she’s squirting all over him. Maybe he’d push her up against her living room window and take her from behind, fucking into her so hard that she thinks the window will pop out entirely. Or he’ll make her warm his cock with her mouth while he does all his paperwork, coming down her throat hours later.
Maisie sits in her cubicle at work and wonders if Arlo would be brave enough to storm in and rape her in front of her coworkers. Would he push her over her desk, pull her skirt up, push her underwear to the side, and fuck her, even as she begged him not to? She’d moan so loudly, and he’d laugh and tell her boss that this was what she was made to do. Then he’d make her quit so he could keep her in her apartment so he could go dump his come in her whenever he wanted.
It’s crazy. She even imagines what it would be like to seduce him. Inviting him over for Sunday dinner as a ruse to get him into her apartment. She’d cook him a meal and wear a pretty dress. Then afterwards, when he stood by the door, making his silly excuses to leave, Maisie would stand on her tiptoes and kiss him. Wrap her arms around his thick neck and devour him. Arlo would take her there. Pressed up against the door, tongue down her throat, he takes what she’s offering. Finally getting what he wants a pliant little Maisie.
Then, finally, it happens. She wakes up properly. Her eyes frantically open as she feels herself slowly wake up. Like before, she’s sprawled out on her front; Arlo’s straddling her, his hands gripping her waist as he fucks into her. Tears well in her eyes; she’s so happy. This is what she's been dreaming about for months. Her body is on fire; he’s hitting all the right places, and she can hear how wet she is. The squelching of her cunt and Arlo’s noises make her wetter. She’s trying not to move, no matter how much she wants to push back.
She’s biting her tongue desperately, trying to keep the noises she wants to make from leaving her mouth. Maisie can’t let him know she’s awake. What if he stops? There’s nothing worse than that idea. He might stop right now and never fuck her again. That’s the last thing she wants. She wills herself to just take it, to let him use her body like his has for a year. He fucks into her hard; his belly sits in the curve of her spine, weighing her down. It feels so good. Maisie feels used and helpless. She’s so turned on, it’s making her feel hysterical.
“Arlo.”
It flies out of her mouth before she can stop it. Her high pitched whine echoes throughout the room, and for a moment, time stands still. Then everything falls into place. Arlo grunts, digs his fingers in harder, and goes to town on her. She squeals with every assault on her cunt. Pain ripples throughout her, but she just moans loudly. She’s crying. It’s so overwhelming. It’s everything she’s wanted.
“Fuck, look at you.” Arlo growls, “Such a fucking mess for my cock.”
Maisie cries out, “Arlo, Arlo, Daddy, please.”
A pleased noise leaves Arlo’s mouth, and he’s dropping down. Laying down on top of Maisie. She can barely breathe underneath all his weight. His breath is wet on her ear; his aggressive thrusts don’t stop; he just fucks into her abused cunt like he owns it. Maisie guesses he does now.
“That’s it, Princess; let Daddy use you.”
Maisie cries harder. Everything is too much; her legs are twitching, and she’s gasping for breath. All she can think about is Arlo’s cock fucking into her cunt. Her orgasm rips through her. She gushes around his cock. Fireworks explode behind her eyelids. She feels lightheaded. Arlo doesn’t stop; he just ruts into her sopping cunt with abandon as Maisie twitches with over stimulation. She gushes again, crying out. It hurts. It’s not enough.
“Daddy, please, daddy, please.” Maisie pants out; she needs him to come in her. Needs it to be real.
Arlo growls. He pumps his hips into her over and over again. Then he comes with a grunt, pumping her full of his come. Marking her as his. His hips don’t stop; he works all his come inside of her deep. Then he pulls out of her, flopping over onto his back, panting up at the ceiling. Maisie turns her head to watch him.
He’s dressed the way he’s always dressed. A wife beater and his trouser. His cock hangs out, shining with her fluids. She wonders what he’d look like naked and whether she could find his body attractive. Perhaps she wouldn’t even care, not when he fucks her like that. Her cunt feels raw between her legs. She’s never felt better. In that moment of peace, she makes a reckless decision and shuffles closer to him. Pushing herself up onto shaking elbows, Arlo opens his eyes as she gets closer, watching her.
Maisie pushes her mouth against Arlo’s and lets him possess her fully.