Lizzie McAllister’s vibrant spirit was trapped in the doldrums of the 1930s Dust Bowl. She struggled to stand tall in the face of adversity and let her youthful beauty shine through the dust that clung to her sun-kissed skin. The barren fields stretched beyond the horizon, a stark reminder that the world had turned harsh. Each day was a battle for survival, and each night brought dreams of a life untouched by the cruel hand of the depression.

The morning sun had just begun to kiss the tops of the brittle, dry corn husks, casting an eerie orange glow over the landscape. Lizzie wiped the sweat from her brow with a dusty handkerchief, the fabric feeling like sandpaper against her skin. The heat was intense, even in the early morning hours. The air had the scent of earth, dry as a bone, and the occasional gust of wind sent dust clouds swirling around her, stinging her eyes and filling her nose with grit.

Her mother’s voice echoed in her ears, a gentle reminder that hope could still bloom amidst the desolate scenery. “Keep your chin up, Lizzie. We’ve been through worse,” she’d say, her words a balm to Lizzie’s soul. Yet, as she surveyed the withered crop, Lizzie couldn’t help but feel a heavy weight pressing on her chest. The promise of rain remained as elusive as a mirage on a scorched horizon. The drought had taken everything from them: crops, livelihood, and the essence of the life they once knew.

But it wasn’t just the crops that were failing. Her mother, once the pillar of strength that held their family together, now lay weak in bed, her lungs rattling with something the doctor called chronic obstructive pulmonary disease. Lizzie looked up; the doctor’s car was coming down the long lane leaving a trail of dust in his wake. His visits had gone from monthly to weekly, and his expression grew increasingly grim with each visit. Lizzie knew dust pneumonia had taken hold of Ma, a silent killer that stalked the plains like a shadow. She watched her mother’s vitality drain away, her eyes dimming like a candle flickering in the wind. It was the same disease that claimed Pa last year.

After examining her ma, Doctor Rory stood by Lizzie’s side and spoke softly. “I don’t expect your mother to make it through the summer without increasing her medication and I hate to bring it up, but you still owe me for the last four treatments.”

Lizzie went numb. The realization hit her like a blow to the stomach, stealing her breath and leaving her feeling as though she too was choking on the very dust that had claimed so much. “I don’t have any money.” The doctor offered no alternative miracle cures, just a sad shake of his head. He held out his arms in a welcoming embrace. “Then all you can do is keep her comfortable,” he said, “the rest is in God’s hands.”

Lizzie clung to Doc Rory not caring that her bare breasts in her thin worn dress were pressed against him. She sobbed into his chest, and his hug tightened around her small frame. “What am I going to do?” she bawled. “I don’t want Ma to die.”

The doctor’s embrace grew less fatherly and more intimate. His hand rested on her small firm ass. His eyes searched hers for a sign of resistance. “Lizzie,” he said, his voice gruff but gentle. “You’re a beautiful young girl. You need to use that to your advantage. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Lizzie felt the heat rush to her cheeks. She nodded, understanding all too well the implications of his words. Her youthful body and pretty face could be her currency in a world where everything else had lost value. But the thought of resorting to such desperation was a sin. She was a good Christian girl. She had heard the men’s whispers that floated through town when she went for supplies. The Great Depression had made her an object of desire. Doc Rory’s eyes lingered on her, his intentions clear when his hand drifted lower.

Her body trembled when he squeezed her fleshy buttocks. “I can’t,” she whispered. “It’s not right.” The doctor’s insistent gaze felt like it was peeling back the layers of her soul, exposing her deepest fears and darkest secrets. She held out briefly then meekly rested her head back on his chest.

“I knew you were a smart girl, Lizzie,” he murmured, pulling on the hem of her dress to access her teen body.

“Not here,” she whispered looking at Ma lying in bed. “My room.” His hand didn’t stop tugging her dress higher. “Please ... I’ll let you do whatever you want to me,” she begged, her voice cracking under the thought of what that meant. When he smiled and dropped her dress, Lizzie sighed with relief.

“Okay, Lizzie. This will be for payment of my services. For your mother’s care.” His dark eyes said something completely different. Lizzie nodded and swallowed the bile rising in her throat.

She led him by the hand down the short hallway to her room. She paused at the doorway, unable to enter. Her mother’s weak cough echoed through the house, a haunting reminder of what was at stake. “Will you bring more medicine?” she asked. “Next time you come back?” If this is what it took to keep her ma alive, she would let him have his way with her.

Doc Rory shrugged trying to hide his excitement. “That depends on you, Lizzie.” He lifted her chin to look at him. “I expect you to do more than lie there with your legs open. I want you to treat me like I’m your lover. Can you do that?” His brow furrowed as he waited for her answer.

Her heart hammered in her chest. The dust under her bare feet felt dirty and gritty, like her. She took a deep breath. “Yes,” she forced out, “I’ll try.”

“We have all morning and afternoon for you to get it right,” Rory said with a predatory smile. His plan of seducing Lizzie had been months in the making. Each visit had been an opportunity to gauge her desperation, to watch her spirit wilt with the crops. He had seen the way her eyes lit up with hope each time he administered medicine that could save her mother. It was a ruse; nothing could save the woman. She would die in a month or two, but until then Lizzie would be his sex plaything. After that, who knows what her future looked like?

He followed her into the small room, the walls were papered with remnants of a country-happy life. Her bed was neatly made, with a single sunflower stitched into the pillowcase, the only splash of color in the otherwise bleak room. The floorboards creaked under their weight, and the curtains fluttered in the breeze from the open window, letting in dusty light.

A single wooden chair sat by the bed, the paint peeling and the seat worn. A small dresser held her meager possessions, a few dresses, and a photograph of her mother and father when times were better. The room was a stark representation of the life she had been born into and the harsh realities she faced.

The bed was a simple affair, a metal frame with a thin mattress that had seen better days. The sheets looked clean but threadbare from constant washings to keep the dust at bay. An old doll lay beside her pillow, a keepsake from her childhood, its eyes looking forlorn and defeated.

Lizzie’s slender body shivered when Doc Rory unexpectedly rested a hand on her shoulder. Her breasts, though small, rose and fell with each deep breath she took. The thin fabric of her dress couldn’t hide her hard nipples or the shape of her flared hips. At fourteen, Lizzie had blossomed into a young woman amongst the harshness of the Dust Bowl. Her skin was a canvas of tans and freckles, painted by the unforgiving sun, and her eyes held a depth of innocence, a stark contrast to the hostile land outside.

Her stomach quivered as Doc Rory’s hands roamed over her, his eyes lingering on the slight swell of her breasts and the curve of her waist. Even dressed, Lizzie felt naked under his scrutiny and touch. His calloused hands undid the buttons running down the front of her dress. His thumbs traced her collarbones, and she closed her eyes, trying to block out the reality of the situation. Her dress slipped off her shoulders, revealing her pale, freckled skin. The doctor’s breath grew heavier as he took in the sight of her youthful pert breasts.

“You’re more beautiful than I imagined,” he praised. He leaned in and kissed her neck, his beard scraping against her delicate skin. Lizzie flinched but remained still, her eyes squeezed shut tightly. His hands found their way to her breasts, cupping and squeezing them roughly. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, the pain mixing with the fear that had taken residence in her gut.

The doctor raked his gaze over her exposed body, his eyes greedy as they took in every inch of her submissive form. He let her dress fall to the floor around her ankles. It made her look even younger and more vulnerable as she stood there in her little-girl cotton panties. “Open your eyes,” he whispered. Lizzie obeyed, looking into the doctor’s lustful eyes. She could see herself reflected in them, a small, helpless figure.

He kissed her lips and then nuzzled into her neck. “You’re going to love my big cock, Lizzie.” His hand traced a path from her neck to her navel, and she felt the goosebumps rise along her spine. His thumb circled her erect nipple, and she couldn’t help but gasp. The sound seemed to spur him on, and his other hand kept moving until he was in her panties. His rough touch was nothing like the gentle caresses she had dreamed of in her secret thoughts. His eyes focused on hers as his fingers found the heat between her legs, and she felt his finger probe her, pushing through her tight entrance.

“I’m still a virgin!” she squealed. Her heart sank when Doc Rory’s eyes lit up with excitement. He licked his lips, his gaze like a wolf eyeing a lamb. “Please be gentle,” she pleaded.

He took a moment to appreciate her confession. He was surprised she was untouched. “Well, lucky me. That makes this extra special,” he snorted. He removed his fingers and stepped back. “Get naked,” he ordered placing his glasses on the dresser and pulling his suspenders off his broad shoulders.

Lizzie’s trembling hands obeyed. She slipped her panties off her toned legs and stepped out of them. Feeling a blush spread from her neck to her toes she covered her pubic area with her hands. Doc Rory had removed his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. His belly was round, hairy, and pale like he had never been in the sun. He was an old and not handsome man, but his authority made her feel small and powerless. She shrank even more under his hard gaze.

She let out a genuine yelp of fear when he dropped his drawers. His cock was thick and long, and she couldn’t imagine such a monstrous thing fitting inside her. The deep purple head bobbed up and down in excitement and the shaft was covered in veins, like a map of all the desires he intended to inflict on her today. His heavy hairy balls were swinging low like ripe fruit. She had never seen a man’s nakedness before, and this was certainly not how she had imagined it happening. Her mother had warned her that men had different “parts”, but she had never said it would look so ... fierce. It was like a living creature, eager to spit seed into her virgin hole.

“Move your hands,” he said gruffly. She did so, and he took a step forward. He knew his cock was a thing of brutal beauty, the kind that could both give pleasure and pain. It stood proud and erect, symbolizing his power as a man. He took his cock in his hand and stroked it a couple of times, watching her reaction. Lizzie’s face burned as she stared at it. Clear fluid leaked out of the tip, and he wiped it off with his thumb before bringing it to her mouth. “Taste my pre-cum.”

The salty and unpleasant taste made her gag. She choked when he pushed his thumb deeper into her mouth, but she kept sucking as her soft eyes watered. “I’m going to teach you many new things. One of them is to love sucking my cock. Your full lips and pretty mouth are perfect for cock-sucking.”

Lizzie’s heart raced, and she wanted to say no, but her mother’s cough from the other room said she had no choice. Doc Rory withdrew his thumb from her mouth, and he moved a straggling strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

“Kneel, show me how much you appreciate my kindness,” he instructed. “If you do a good job, I won’t fuck your cunt.” It was a lie, but Lizzie didn’t know that. He wanted her fear to override the revulsion on her face. With both hands on her bare shoulders, he gently pushed her to her knees. “Meet your new best friend,” he laughed.

The sight of the doctor’s nightmarish erect cock made her instinctively pull back. He gripped her head firmly, guiding her closer until it touched her face. She clenched her lips together refusing to open her mouth. What he wanted her to do was disgusting. The smell of his sweaty crotch lingered in her nose, overwhelming her senses. She hated that he continued to rub himself all over her face. “Open up, sweetheart,” he coaxed. “Or would you rather I take your innocence instead?”

Her eyes darted up. The doctor’s sneer grew as he saw the understanding dawn on her face. With a defeated sigh, she parted her lips, and he slid the tip of his cock into her mouth. The feeling was strange, and she tried to move her tongue out of the way, but there was no way to avoid his large size. She gagged several times, and her hands pushed on his legs trying to dislodge the thickness. “Relax, Lizzie, I will go slow until you get used to the feeling.” His voice was calm and soothing.

Lizzie nodded and grunted a thanks. Her tongue slid side to side under the doctor’s shaft, not to please him but to keep herself from choking. It felt like she had a hot, slimy sausage in her mouth. “That’s it, sweetheart, now run your tongue around my cock.” The doctor’s soft voice helped her to relax. Her tongue explored the ridges and veins, and she jumped when it pulsed. The salty taste grew weaker as she worked her mouth around his thickness.

“Perfect! Now suck at the same time.”

Despite her horror, she found herself obeying. She wrapped her lips tighter around the head of his cock and took a tentative suck. It was like sucking on a piece of meat that was alive and pulsing. The doctor’s grip on her head tightened, and she could hear his breath growing ragged. Her cheeks hollowed as she tried to follow his instructions and not gag as he pushed deeper.

Her tongue felt like it was being forced to dance around the shaft, her jaw ached, and she could feel something dripping down her throat. She swallowed it down and prayed he wasn’t peeing in her mouth. He kept pushing, filling her mouth until she couldn’t take anymore. She pounded on his leg until he pulled back and she gasped for air.

“Did I go too deep, sweetheart?”

“Uh-huh,” she stuttered, hating that he called her by the name her late pa used. She didn’t know what to say and not make him mad. Her eyes watered and she used the back of her hand to wipe her face off.

“I promise it will get easier,” he encouraged, “Should we try again?” She took a deep breath and nodded, opening her mouth like a baby bird eager to accept a worm. It was a dance of submission as he teased her with the tip of his cock, and she tried to capture him. He pushed in gently, and she took him in, feeling his hardness pressing against the roof of her mouth. His hand was firm but gentle, guiding her movements. Each time she gagged, he’d pull back with a smirk, watching her eyes water. “Much better,” he praised. “Now, don’t panic, I’m going to go as deep as I can and then pull out. Ready?”

With her mouth full all she could do was blink her eyes in understanding. The quick thrust caught her off guard. His cock hit the back of her throat and kept going. Tears ran down her cheeks and she gagged; certain she was going to throw up. The doctor’s hand tightened on her head, pushing her closer to his crotch until her nose was buried in his coarse pubic hair and touched his fat belly. When she thought she would die, he pulled out and she collapsed.

“You did good for your first time, Lizzie,” he said, stroking her hair as she dry-heaved. “Should we take a break?” She was in the middle of taking deep breaths and trying to push the bile back down. Her throat burned and felt raw. She wiped off the snot dripping from her nose and took another deep breath before nodding.

He stepped away from her, stroking his cock, watching her. She was a mess. Her hair had come out of its braid and stuck to her face. Her eyes were red and watery from crying and trying not to vomit. Drool pooled around her mouth and chin. He liked that look on her. It made her look like a whore who had been thoroughly used. And he was only beginning her training.

Lizzie took the opportunity to calm her breathing and heart. Sucking his cock made her feel dirty and sinful. Every fiber in her body said to run away and escape this hell. But she couldn’t. She was her ma’s only hope. She took one last deep breath and looked up at him with teary eyes. His outstretched hand helped her to her feet. His cock twitched against her stomach, and she knew he wasn’t done. Her knees felt weak, and she was light-headed.

Doc Rory guided her to her bed. The heat of his skin made her feel even dirtier. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap, his cock poking into her bum. She felt his breath on her neck, and it made her shiver. “I’m going to make you feel good, Lizzie. Have you ever had an orgasm?”

Her cheeks flushed, she had experimented with her fingers, but never went all the way, “No.” she whispered. The doctor pinched one nipple and then the other. She felt them harden and her pussy pulse.

“Unbelievable,” he murmured, “I get to be your first at everything.” He laid her back on the bed, his weight pressing down on her. The springs groaned in protest. He spread her legs, and she felt a rush of cool air between her thighs. He hovered above her, stroking her inner thighs with his thumbs. His breath was hot on her sex, and she felt a stirring deep within her. He leaned down and took her by the ankles, forcing her knees to her chest. “Keep your legs spread open.” Again, she obeyed, feeling the heat of his gaze on her exposed inner sanctum. Her pink folds glistened in the dusty light.

He licked his lips, and she felt his breath on her wetness. “Your cunt smells so sweet.” He didn’t wait for a response, diving down to kiss her there. His tongue slithered between her folds, and she jerked in surprise. It felt ... odd. His beard scraped against her sensitive skin, sending a shiver down her spine. His tongue found her clit and flicked it. She cried out, unsure if it was from pain or pleasure. The sensation grew stronger as he worked his tongue over the sensitive nub. It was as if her body had a secret language that it had never shared with her before.

Her hips began to move without her consent, rising to meet his mouth. He chuckled against her sex, and she felt the vibration in her core. His tongue grew more insistent, swirling and lapping. Her hands grabbed at the bed sheets, knuckles turning white. She was lost in a whirlwind of sensations, torn between the fear of what was happening and the undeniable pleasure he was giving her. She had never felt anything like this before and didn’t want it to end. “More!” she begged, her voice hoarse and needy.

Rory Young had a fourteen-year-old virgin begging him to keep going. His mouth was everywhere, his tongue delving deep inside her, licking and teasing. He found her clit again and began to suck on it, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body as she screamed out.

Her legs shook and she struggled to keep them apart. His beard scraped against her sensitive skin, adding a hint of pain to the pleasure, but it only served to excite her more. The room spun around her, and she moaned his name, “Oh, Doc!” Her back arched off the bed. He took the cue and sucked harder, his teeth grazed her clit, and she thought she’d die from the sensation. A tornado of pleasure consumed her, and she grabbed onto his head with both hands and curled her legs around him. “Don’t stop!” she pleaded, her voice raw with need. “Oh, god! It feels so good!”

Her body began to tremble uncontrollably as the orgasm built up inside her. She never imagined it would be so intense, so all-consuming. The doctor’s tongue flicked and prodded, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She felt like she was falling into an abyss. All she cared about was the feeling of his mouth on her. When the climax finally hit, it was like a dam bursting. She bucked her hips against his face, her body experiencing an orgasm for the first time in her life. The doctor had both of her nipples in a fierce pinch and the pain was exquisite as it mingled with the pleasure. She cried out until she went hoarse and melted into the soaked sheets.

His lips found hers and she tasted her desire. She was surprised by the tenderness of his kiss, a stark contrast to the harshness of his earlier touches. His beard tickled her face as she kissed her deeply, sucking on his tongue as it explored her mouth. She felt the weight of his body pressing down on her, the heat of his skin searing into her. She wrapped her arms around him and held on tightly as if he were an anchor in a storm.

After Lizzie settled down, Rory pulled away from her kiss, his eyes gleaming with compassion. “I told you it would feel good,” he murmured, stroking her cheek. “Orgasms are all-consuming, aren’t they?”

Lizzie nodded, still panting, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. “Yes,” she managed to reply, her voice trembling. “Will it feel the same way when you...” She couldn’t finish the sentence.

Rory kissed her forehead, his cock now semi-hard against her stomach. “I won’t lie to you, Lizzie,” he whispered. “When I fuck you, it will hurt, my cock is bigger than most men’s. But you will find a different kind of heaven. I promise.” He slid off her, his eyes never leaving hers, and turned onto his back. “Suck my cock again, sweetheart,” he said, stroking his length, “Make love to it with your mouth. Please me as I pleased you.”

Lizzie sat up, the bed protesting with a squeak. She was torn between the fear of his penis and the surprising need to return the pleasure. She took his cock in her hand, feeling the velvety skin stretched over the rock-hardness beneath. She leaned down, her hair forming a curtain around her face, and took him in her mouth. This time she didn’t gag, she knew what to expect, and she focused on the way his eyes watched her. The salty taste of him grew stronger and she found herself enjoying it. Her tongue danced around the head, and she took him deeper, her throat relaxing with each stroke.

Her hands found his balls and she gently squeezed them, feeling them draw up tightly in her palm. His eyes closed in pleasure, and she felt a sense of power wash over her. He was at her mercy, his body reacting to her touch. She took him out of her mouth and kissed down his shaft, her tongue tracing the veins that pulsed with his excitement. She felt his hands in her hair, guiding her movements but not pushing. She took him deeper sucking with all her might. He groaned and called her sweetheart again. This time it made her feel cherished instead of dirty.

The doctor’s breath grew shallow, and his hips began to buck to meet her mouth. She took his cock out and licked around the head, tasting the precum that leaked out. She looked up at him and smiled showing the dimples in her cheeks. With a newfound confidence, she took him back in her mouth and bobbed her head up and down, her cheeks hollowing with each suck.

He let her enjoy her moment of power, his beady eyes watching her every move. Her teeth scraped him by accident, and she froze, expecting his wrath, “Easy, Lizzie. I can see you’re starting to like being a cocksucker.” His voice was soothing, almost loving. He was still a monster in her mind, but it was the only way she knew to ensure more medicine for her mother.

As she sucked on his cock, she felt a strange sensation, something so powerful in such a vulnerable state. She took him out of her mouth and looked at it in a new light. “Your cock is ... beautiful,” she whispered, not quite believing the words that left her lips. “Are you going to come in my mouth?” Lizzie had seen enough husbandry to know what happened when a male animal reached the peak.

He nodded, “Yes. I want to watch you swallow my cum, every fucking drop.” Lizzie nodded, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. “When I get close, I’m going to hold your head and fuck your face. Don’t dare try to pull away. Got it?” She nodded again. “Good, now get back to your new duties.”

Her mouth took him in again, but not as eagerly. The thought of his hot seed filling her mouth was terrifying and disgusting. She was sure a husband would never make his wife do something so demeaning. Only whores did this. Yet, here she was, a young teen in a grown-up’s game. She couldn’t understand the part of her that was beginning to like the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. The doctor’s hands were in her hair, guiding her movements but not forcing her to take more than she was willing to take. She let out a soft moan around his cock, which made him groan louder.

“Oh, Lizzie, I’ve dreamed of this moment for months. Of having your sweet innocent body on top of mine. You’re so beautiful and sexy. A thousand times better than my wife. She’s nothing compared to you. The bitch refuses to suck my cock!” His voice had risen with anger. “But now I have you. You’re going to be my secret. Once a week, you’ll take care of my needs, and I’ll take care of your mother. Suck my cock, sweetheart, show me how much you love being my cocksucker.”

The words stung deep in her soul. He was turning her into a whore. His cock sucking whore. Her jaw was aching, and she could feel his cock growing thicker and harder. His hands grabbed the back of her head pushing her down onto him. She tried to stop him, but he was too strong. He didn’t care that she was gagging, and she knew what would happen next.

“Oh, Lizzie! Yes, just like that,” Doc Rory groaned, his grip on her hair tightening as he fucked her sweet mouth. It had been years since he fucked a young girl’s mouth. But this was different. Lizzie wasn’t a patient. And he didn’t have to tie her down. He threatened the girl’s family to keep her quiet and she was so frightened it worked. But right now, this power eclipsed that intoxicating moment. He felt his orgasm approaching like a runaway steam train, his balls tightening, his cock pulsing. “Take it, Lizzie! Swallow it all!”

Trapped, Lizzie felt his hot seed shoot into her mouth with the speed of a bullet. She gagged, unable to swallow quickly enough. The hot cum was thick and gooey, and she choked on it, feeling the excess spill out of her mouth and onto his belly. “Swallow, bitch!” he growled, holding her head firmly in place. She fought to breathe through her nose and not pass out. Each pulse of his cock brought more of his salty warmth into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged and she forced herself to keep swallowing.

His cum kept coming, filling her mouth like a fountain. It was as if his cock had become a weapon, aimed at her dignity, and he was firing shot after shot of his lust into her. She desperately tried to keep up with his relentless release. She felt his cock pulsing against her tongue, releasing more and more of his disgusting essence into her mouth. It was a never-ending stream of his desire, a river of his depravity and the thought of drowning from it was utterly terrifying.

But then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. He released her head, and she pulled back, gasping for air like a fish out of water. His cum oozed out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin. She swallowed hard, feeling it slide down her sore throat. He chuckled, stroking her hair with one of his hands. “God damn! I haven’t come that hard in years!” he boasted, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You’re a natural cocksucker. I knew you would be! When you catch your breath lick my cock and balls clean.”

But Lizzie couldn’t. The weight of what she had done, the reality of the deal she had made, crashed down on her. The walls of her bedroom, which had held sweet childhood memories, now felt like they were closing in on her, suffocating her. The taste of his cum was in her mouth, the smell of him on her face, and she couldn’t take it anymore. She pushed off him with a strength that surprised even herself and rolled away from him on the bed. Her body trembled uncontrollably as she curled into a ball. She felt dirty, violated, and used. The tears came in a flood, soaking the sheets beneath her head. Her sobs were so loud she was sure her ma could hear them.

“Lizzie?” His question was met with a wall of silence, her body convulsing with sobs. He reached over to stroke her back, but she flinched away from his touch. “It’s okay,” he said, his voice now gentle, “You’re just a little overwhelmed. Next time will be better.”

The thought of a next time made Lizzie start a new fit of sobs. She couldn’t believe this was her life now. To be a whore for the town’s doctor. She didn’t want to let him take her virginity. The room grew blurry through her tears, and she could barely breathe. “I hate you!” she screamed, her voice raw from crying and sucking his cock. She meant it with all her heart. “I hate you for making me do this!”

Rory grabbed her long blonde hair and snapped her head back to look at him. “Hate me all you want, Lizzie,” he said, not an ounce of care in his voice, “But your hate won’t change the fact that your mother will die without me. I will keep getting what I want from you, and you will obey me.” He dragged her face to his cum covered cock. “I don’t need your love,” he said, “Just your obedience and your sweet mouth and tight pussy. Lick my cock and balls clean!”