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I’ve run into some crazy motherfuckers during my time in prison… but that one outside this door… she ain’t wrapped too tight. From the fear in her eyes as she stares hopeful at the knife in my hand as if begging me to use it, to the way her body reacts to my forceful fucking. That one should be locked down with a straight jacket in a padded room somewhere.

How she’s been able to walk around normal and free before meeting me is a mystery I’ll probably ponder on well after we’re separated…

I glance out the window, spitting out the toothpaste, rinsing my mouth out, and brushing my hair to the back, noticing the rain is completely gone. The hurricane made landfall while I was out last night and shook some shit up in its wake, but now there’s only sunshine and heat which can only mean one thing… my days of freedom are coming to an end.

I drum my fingers on the sink, unsure how I feel. I never gave a fuck about dying in prison… I’ve spent twenty-five years there. Honestly, it’s my home. It’s where fucked up individuals like me are supposed to rot and die. But waking up in that pussy, dick warm and squeezed… well I guess I’ve found a new outlook on life.

Standing straight, I leave the bathroom, but I’m struck by the smell of something so good I have to pause on my way to the room. Quickly, I throw on some boxers and jeans and make my way over to the kitchen where I see Birdie humming like a housewife to the radio, fluttering about the kitchen as if she were made to exist there, though that can’t be true because I know she was made for me.

I watch her naked ass swaying with the “Kiss the Cook” apron tied around her waist, accentuating her plump ass that’s adorned by my bite marks and bruised thighs that have me licking my lips. Fuck…

As she sways, seemingly happy with a content… no, more like a serene smile on her face, she eats while plating what has to be my food before she spins on bare feet, pausing, smiling brighter when she spots me.

“Daddy!” She quickly sets she food down on the table as well as a beer and stands there, waiting for me. I glare at her, earlier assessment proven all the more true. This one really ain’t all there… but I knew that when I decided I’d have her.

I take a seat at the table and watch her plop that wet cunt on my thigh without asking as if she belongs there, where she watches me with anticipation. I go to pick up my fork, but she flinches in my lap, and I cut my eyes over to her.

“What?”

“Can… can I… uhm…”

“Can you what?”

“Can I feed you, Daddy?” she perks up happily and I cock a brow. “Please…” she pouts as I sit back, licking my lips, turned the fuck on.

“Go on.”

Her pupils dilate and I feel that pussy gush on my jeans as she trembles, cutting into the omelet and shakily bringing it to my lips. It’s flavorful… perfectly salty, and the hint of pepper is just to my taste.

“S…so?” she moans as if turned on by the mere thought of servicing me. “Is it… is it good?” she pants, waiting for my response, and I crook my finger to signal her to give me more.

“It’s good.”

“Ughhhnnng, th-thank you,” she moans, cum squirting from her pussy, soaking my leg.

Damn…

But that doesn’t stop her from feeding me until there is nothing left.

“Fuck Birdie, you keep acting like this, I’ll have to brand you to let other mother fuckers know who you belong to.” I chug down my beer watching her, ready to get my dick wet again.

“I want that…” she whispers, admittedly shocking me.

“What?”

“I want that, Daddy… brand me,” she repeats as she stands, rubbing her lower abdomen.

“And what should it say?” I smirk, pulling her to me and licking where she touched.

“’s Pussy.” Whew… I run my hands up the sides of her hips, humming. This girl really gon’ make me kill her before I leave…

“What the fuck are you playing at? I cut my eyes up to her and see her smiling innocently. I know falsehood and fakeness when I see it… this one is a real wolf in sheep’s clothing.

“What do you mean, Daddy?” She blinks and I chuckle at her cute act, but then I’m thrown off when she stands and grabs a medical kit and comes back over, sitting back in my lap. She then takes the hand I fucked up, the same one she bit, and wraps it. When was the last time someone took care of me like this?

“You know what? Forget it.” I shake my head. “If you want to be branded, I’ll make it happen.”

“I do… I want it… I want it all.” She looks me over and I know that hunger… it makes my dick hard.

“You want it, huh?”

“I do…”

“Then what are you willing to do for it?”

“I…” she pauses. “I’ll be a good girl for you… a really good girl.” For fuck’s sake…

“Is that all?” I tilt my head to the side.

“Tell me what you want…”

“I want you to get on your fucking knees and beg for it,” I smirk and my dick that was already hard as a fucking brick a second ago turns to stone-cold fucking steel when my Birdie drops to her knees, clasps her hands together, and pouts so fucking pretty I nearly cum from just that.

“Please, please, please, Daddy… let me suck your dick.” I shove the table out of the way, causing it to crash into the wall. I undo my belt, pulling out my dick, sliding it against her lips, but like a good girl, she doesn’t open up. She just sits and waits.

“Choke on it.” She doesn’t even wait a second before latching onto it, humming, eyes rolling to the back of her head. Yeah… she gon’ make me kill her.

The way she slurps and gobbles my dick up like the carnivorous bitch she is turns me the fuck on. Her eyes on me, her tongue around my pulsating head, her pussy dripping my cum. Yeah… this is how my bitch should behave.

But why the fuck do those eyes make me anxious? My eye twitches and my dick jumps as a pleasure rolls over me, making my flinch.

“Look away,” I growl and her eyes immediately snap away, but my chest… the fuck is this feeling? I tilt my head back looking up at the dusty ceiling, licking my lips, listening to my bitch hungrily suck on my nuts.

Unconsciously, I find myself running my hands over the puffs in her hair, playing with the ring-like curls smaller than my pinky nail.

“Good Birdie. You suck Daddy’s dick so fucking good,” I hum when I feel cool saliva pool in her throat. I grunt, fisting her puff in my hand, holding her captive, fucking her mouth so hard I really feel like I want to kill her. The thought makes my eyes roll to the back of my head and my nuts tingle. “Choke on this dick,” I groan, going deeper, listening to her choke, gag, and spit on my dick.

I glance down to see her face is a mess… she looks like one of them bitches in those throat fucking pornos. Her eyes look fucked out, her stomach is convulsing, and there’s a pool of my thick nut flowing from her pussy.

Slutty…

I flinch in my seat, dragging her face off my dick. Shit…. I shake, panting, dick pulsing like that mother fucker got its own heartbeat.

“More, Daddy… please…” she whines, swaying, taking her hands and running them over her face, hungrily licking up my residual nut and her drool.

I sit there, anger flowing over me as I watch her… I want to destroy her… I want to make it so that this version of Birdie, my bitch, my slut, my cum dump, never exists outside these walls… I want to ruin her and break her… I want to drive this bitch insane to the point she can’t live without me.

“Dadddddyyyy mooreeeee,” she pleads trying to get to my dick, which seems to have a mind of its own as it dribbles more cum at the thought of being back in her mouth. Hell, any part of her.

Something ain’t right with me…

“Oh, you’re really fucking with me, Birdie,” I growl.

“B… but you told me— Ugn!” I grab her face, but she looks high as fuck, though I’m not surprised. That’s how I trained her to be. Just a taste of this dick should be better than anything she can get her hands on.

“Rule number four, Birdie… never fucking lie to me. EVER.”

“Y-yes sir.”

“Would you die for me?”

“I will…” she answers without hesitation. My eyes glaze over her and she shudders, pussy farting out a thick load of cum I pumped into her at some point.

“Don’t tempt me Birdie.”

“I’m yours, Daddy. Kill me, use me, sell me out… hell, fuck me after you kill me, just never leave me… please. I’ll do whatever it takes.” I swallow at her words.

This slut is gone, but I like it. I lick my lips at her words, knowing I’m the type of mother fucker that would hate when someone touches what’s mine… but the thought of seeing her bounce on another dick that’ll stretch her while I fuck her ass…or some bitch’s face sucking on that hard elongated clit while I stretch her out and punch her guts with this dick… my nuts hurt thinking about it… they tighten with anticipation.

“You think you can handle dying for me, Birdie?” I smirk.

“I can, Daddy. That’s easy. Living without you…” She opens her eyes seriously, pupils dilated like a mother fucker as my heart skips a beat. “I don’t want it.” She curls her lip and I snort.

“You’re out of fucking line,” I sneer and she flinches.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, Daddy,” she smiles prettily.

She’s fucked up in the head… the way her pussy spasms at my words, gushing cum has me smiling and wanting to test the waters… literally.

I drag her up and she follows easily, stumbling over to the bathroom. I let her go and she stands there, not moving one fucking muscle as I clog the bathtub up and turn that son of a bitch, standing in front of her.

“On your knees,” the words come out gruff, but my slut follows them to a T. “Go on. Get in front of the tub. We gon’ test to see just how much you’re willing to be mine.” The moment the words leave my lips, a smile lights her face. This woman is sunshine outwardly, but I know I crazy bitch when I see her.

“I stand behind her and run my hand up her back, making her shudder before grasping her hair. Without warning as the tub fills up, I dunk her head inside. I expect her to fight me, but like I said… this woman ain’t wrapped too tight. She just sits there… After a minute I finally see some life in her body as she starts twitching. I hold her down a bit longer and bring her up. Only then do I see her gasp for air, shaking, long eye lashes fluttering, titties shaking, nipples hard.

Fuck…

I swallow, and after letting her get a few breaths, I dunk her back into the water. This time… whew… that mother fucking dog in her comes out and she fights. That fight… I want to knock it out of her… I want to….

I go to my knees behind her, and my dick is already out and ready for her, but see her struggle, I run my tip over her pussy slit, grunting at how tight her pussy is right now.

“Mother fuck!” I grit my teeth and fight my way through her tight walls, gasping because she gon’ snap my dick off at this rate.

I lift her head up and she gasps, her pussy spasming and loosening up, so I dunk her back into the water and sure fucking enough, that pussy clamps down on my dick, making me growl and beat my fucking chest with the other hand so I don’t cum too mother fucking quickly.

“SHIT!” I roar, bottoming out, gasping, sweating, panting. I lick my lips, feeling her pussy spam as she tightens her grip on the edge of the tub and my soul about leaves my fucking body when she slams back on me as if trying to bounce me off, but I know my bitch better than anyone.

I pull out and slam into her pussy harder than I ever have and she convulses, grasping the edges harder, toes curling. Panting, I pull back out and rock into her pussy again and a-fucking-gain and a-fucking-GAIN.

“FUCK YEAH! DIE ON THIS DICK, BITCH!” I snarl, shaking as she lock fucking jaws on my dick with her pussy to the point I can’t fucking move, leaving me no choice but to cum inside of her as she sucks the soul from me. Fuck… I’ll definitely kill this bitch if it’s the last thing I do.

I grunt, panting when I notice her body isn’t moving. I frown, pulling from her and lifting her head above the water.

“Birdie?”

Nothing…

“Quit fucking playin’… Birdie wake up.”

Nothing…

A beeping sound rings in my ears… loud, and blaring harshly. My chest rises and falls, and my throat clenches.

“FUCKING BIRDIE, WAKE UP!” I shout, pulling her completely from the water, holding her while slapping her face gently, looking her over.

Nothing…

My head swims and my hands prickle. Something wrong… but nothing is wrong. I’ve killed so many people my name has a special VIP seat in hell. What’s fucking one more? I shouldn’t fucking care… I shouldn’t fucking care, but…

“BIRDIE, I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I’LL KILL YOU IF YOU DIE!” I shake her face, but when her lips turn blue, that blaring noise sounds louder than the hurricane that came through ever did. “No… fuck… Birdie… wake up! Wake the fuck up…” I place her on the floor, pumping her chest, then placing my mouth on hers, trying to bring her back.

Nothing…

Again…

Nothing…

Again…

Nothing…

Again…

Nothing…

“I SAID WAKE THE FUCK UP!” I shout, pumping her chest so hard her rib cage might crack, but her eyes flutter and she leaps up gasping loudly for air, sputtering water. I drop back against the wooden floor, clutching my chest.

“D… Daddy… d-did I do g-good?” she chatters, smiling, lips still blue. I grit my teeth, working my jaw, trying to find words.

“Yeah…”

“Yay… now I want my r-reward,” she shivers out and I look away from her, heart still racing, unsure what the fuck these feelings floating around my chest are.

“Yeah…” I mutter, standing and she nods. She turns and takes the plug out of the water, draining it before plugging it again. She turns the water back on, getting my attention. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“O-oh… I’m cold… I was going to bath—” The though of seeing her submerged in water again…

“Living room,” I grunt, running my hands through my hair that’s somewhat grown out already. “The sun is out. Go lay there and wait.” She doesn’t even question me. She just shuts the water off and pads to the room, leaving me alone in the bathroom.

I glance around, jaw working, imagining her lifeless body still in my hands, and I shudder…

“Fuck… what the fuck is wrong with me?”