Only His Eyes Will Stay the Same

Chapter 7

Getting ready this morning was painful, this was the worst my body had ever hurt before, and Julie said that Daddy told her she couldn't give me anything to help. I wasn't allowed rash cream, or any painkillers for my back. My morning consisted of what was turning into the usual routine, Julie changes me, feeds me, brushes my teeth, removes any new hairs, bathes me, and then we go down to Daddy.

"So Harry babe, what lessons have we learned so far?" Daddy asks me as we walk into his room.

"That I belong to you, and no one else, and not to talk back to you." I answer not looking at him as he lays me down on my stomach in the same position as last time, making me nervous again.

"Very good babe. Soon I won't even have to tie you down you'll be so submissive." he says removing my diaper. I clench my fists, hoping he doesn't notice, there will never be a time where I won't try to resist this man.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

The hospital table I was lying on was slowly lowering to the ground, until it was about mid-thigh hight. I was starting to shake, there is only one reason why I would need to be at this hight, and thats when a finger plunges inside of me, twisting and pushing in and out. I let out a scream of shock.

Soon, its two fingers, pumping inside of me, in and out, in and out. I know whats going to happen, there's nothing I can do about it either. Then there's three fingers, in and out, in and out.

I Harry Styles, am about to be raped.

His fingers pulled out. I was panting, trying to regain my composure. Don't focus on the pain, you have felt worse Harry, don't let the tears come, I told myself. But they came anyways, they had been hiding out in the corners of my eyes and were just waiting for one last push over the edge.

And that was when he entered me. He was huge! I started screaming.

"PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!! PLEASE PLEASE!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!! DADDY PLEASE! PLEASE STOP!!!! IT HURTS DADDY!!! JULIE HELP ME!!! PLEASE HELP!! HELP ME!!"

My toes curled under the hospital table, my hands rolled into fists my nails digging into my palms.

"PAUL HELP ME!!! HELP ME PAUL!! I NEED YOU!!! SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!!!! DADDY DON'T!! PLEASE DON'T DADDY!!! PAUL PLEASE MAKE DADDY STOP!!!! DADDY'S HURTING ME!!! PAUL MAKE HIM STOP!!! HELP ME!!!!"

I'm full out bawling, I can barely breath. I'm completely running out of energy, but Daddy isn't for sure. He's thrusting in and out, in and out. He's shaking the whole table.

My yells turn into whimpers,

"Paul please! Please help me!! Paul I need you!! Bring me back Paul!! Please bring me home! I want to go home!"

"No one," THRUST "can hear," THRUST "you, darling," THRUST.

I could tell by his uneven breathing that he was nearing his climax. His thrust were getting rougher, and less gentle as he almost reached the top.

"So just shut," THRUST "up and," THRUST "let me finish," THRUST "with you."

And then the entire table is shaking as he climaxes, I start screaming as loud as I can, I have an excuse right? There is a man climaxing inside of me, and I'm as straight as a pencil. That's a pretty decent excuse if you ask me. Somebody has to be able to hear me.

Daddy pulls out of me, I feel dirty, weak and used. I want somebody to tell me that everything is going to be ok, that I will just wake up from a terrible terrible nightmare.