"Manipulated" Chapter Two

Manipulated ©
Chapter Two
By Fiction Writer #13
( M/f, father, daughter, incest, teen, oral, forced, noncon, reluct, squirt, con, bond, drug, voy, Mdom)

"Now, I want you to keep your legs still. No more squeezing, no more squirming. Do you understand me?"

Helen nodded weakly. She had to get herself under control, calm herself down. Her father was a man of his word. If she continued to test his patience, he would not be pleased. She didn't want to make her Daddy mad, she knew what would happen if she did.

"That's a good girl." The strong, comforting hand left her scalp to go back to working on the control panel. Helen kept her head bowed but raised her eyes to see what he was doing. She gazed at the sixty-two year old man through the gaps of her sweat soaked blonde bangs.

He hadn't changed much in the thirty-seven years she had known him. Maybe he was showing some signs of aging, but she felt it just added to his already strong features. Silver hairs had begun to make their presence known on his temples, shining against the nearly jet black thickness of the rest of his full head of hair. His dark brown eyes still had that knowing gleam, that gaze that burrowed into Helen's soul and forced her to tell all of her secrets. His appearance was always clean and neat; perfectly cut hair, clean shaven, and never without a tie. Helen had once joked that if he stepped into a mud puddle, the puddle would be cleaner.

She loved him so much it hurt. Her Father, with his deep voice and strong arms, had raised her all alone, Helen's Mother having died while giving birth to her. This man made her feel as if she were the center of his universe. He made her feel special; made her feel that growing up without a Mommy wasn't so bad. Yes, she loved him, loved him more than even her own children.

"Stage one complete, sleep agent has dissipated to safe levels." He was speaking into a long thin microphone jutting from the main console. "Remove test subjects from observation room one and prepare them for Stage Three."

Helen watched on the monitor as four people dressed in laboratory whites entered the room and began disengaging Robbie and Sarah's limp bodies from the machine. She still couldn't believe that her Daddy was in charge of this place.

Before today she hadn't known what her Father was really doing for a living. She knew it was something to do with the government, and that it was a secret, but that was all she had ever been able to figure out on her own. Even after hearing the truth from his own lips, she couldn't bring herself to believe what he was telling her.

Now that she was sitting in the bowels of the secret research facility deep beneath the Highland City reservoir, she realized that her Daddy had kept some big secrets from her. Something she could never have done with him. He would see right through her. He would know if she was hiding something from him. He always knew.

"Initiating Stage Two, administering adrenal boost to subject A in T-minus ten."

Covering the mic he turned to Helen once again. "Keep your eyes on monitor two."

Monitor two blazed into life, the green night-vision image taking a moment to coalesce before her. Helen gasped at the nude shapes sleeping on the screen.

Her Father's voice began counting down, her excitement once again rising within, and building back to where she left off. She fought the urge to squeeze her thighs together.

"Four... Three... Two..."

'Oww !' Stephanie came awake with a start; something sharp had just pricked her butt.

'What the fuck is going on!' she screamed in her mind. Panic attacked her senses. She was not home in her bed, she was in some nightmare that she couldn't wake up from, and she was naked.

Her mind went into overload. 'Please! I don't want to be raped!' She struggled violently against her bonds, desperate to free herself, thrashing around as much as she was able. Like a cornered wild animal she fought on.

"Mmmmphhhh !... mmmm... Hmmphh!" she tried to cry, but something was in her mouth, forcing her to breathe through her nose. Her jaw was being held open by a brace of some kind, holding her teeth apart no matter how hard she tried to bite down.

Her mind wouldn't let her stop trying, though. Panic wracked her. She fought and strained, pain flashing behind her closed eyes. She had to break free, to get lose, to escape!

It was no use, she was held down too tightly. Tears stung at her eyes as she began to sob quietly. She felt broken, defeated, lost.

Steph tried to get her racing heart to slow down. Using a technique she had learned while taking a yoga class with her Mother, she inhaled deeply through her nose, before gently releasing the air from her lungs.

The deep breathing was working. Even though the musky odor was strong, the panic was lessening.

'I have to calm down and assess my situation; no one ever escaped a kidnapping by panicking. I'll find a way out of this.' Her mind and body slowly relaxed. She began to take stock of her predicament.

Somehow someone had taken her while she slept. She was now tied up and being held against her will by some sick bastard. This sicko obviously had some kind of bondage fetish; the complexity of her binding and body position proof of that.

He had her resting on her knees, legs folded back under herself in a squatting stance. Her head was being held in place, bent slightly backwards, and completely unmovable. Something wiry was tickling her lower lip and chin. Her shoulders were held lower than her hips, chest resting on something warm beneath her. Her arms were pulled straight down and bound tightly, preventing her from lifting her torso up. Something was in her mouth, something much softer than the rigid brace that was causing her jaw to ache.

'What is that thing in my mouth?' Steph moved her tongue against the foreign object. It felt soft and spongy when she pressed it against the roof of her mouth. She curled the tip of her tongue, making it rigid as she continued her exploring.

'It doesn't taste like anything.' Her tongue swirled around the odd squishy thing. It was warm, had some ridges, and she felt that the end was smoother than the rest of it.

'What the hell is this?' She was extremely curious now, her tongue running all over the circumference trying to judge its size.

When it twitched... and began to swell... seventeen year old Stephanie Davis nearly died in shock.

'Oh my God, it's a dick!'

Stanley Davis woke up to the greatest sensation he had felt in nearly eighteen years. His wife was giving him a blow job.

Helen hadn't done something like this since she had been pregnant with their oldest daughter Stephanie. Before then they had an exciting sex life, but she had never woken him up this way, though. This was something new and sexy for both of them.

Life between the two of them had been strained for the past couple of years. Having children was a bigger burden than either of them had been prepared for. They loved their three kids, of course, but money was really tight. It seemed like a month didn't go by without an argument about bills and cutting costs around the house. Those arguments grew to include cheap shots at each other, throwing blame back and forth in a never ending battle. A distance had grown between them, and their sex life had all but died. Maybe that was about to change. Maybe it was time to say that he was sorry. Well, maybe not right now. He didn't want to ruin the moment by speaking; he just laid back and enjoyed the feeling of her swirling tongue.

She explored him like she had way back when they had first started dating; nervously, gently sliding his limp member around in her mouth. Back then he knew that she wasn't a virgin, but she still seemed frightened by sex. He wanted the moment and memory to last forever!

Her body straddled his own in a classic sixty-nine. Somehow she had even raised his head while he slept, so that if he opened his eyes he would be gazing into her baby smooth pussy. Slowly he opened his eyes to take a peak at his wonderful wife. The room was pitch black, which didn't really surprise him, Helen liked sex in the dark. What did surprise him was the fact that she had tied his wrists to the headboard.

Inhaling deeply through his nostrils, he tried to smell out the heady aroma of the pussy he knew was just an inch or so away.

He could feel her warm breath on his scrotum adding to his pleasure, triggering an involuntary twitching as blood flowed into the shaft. It began to swell up, grow tall and strong within her loving mouth.

Helen's tongue suddenly stopped its oral acrobatics. Stan could feel her shudder on top of him, like she was afraid that she had been caught doing something naughty, but couldn't take her mouth off of him. It was driving him insane that she had stopped just as he was hardening. He had to say something, the moment was slipping away.

"Please, Helen, it feels sooo good. Please don't stop, baby... I've missed your touch... It's been sooo long," he begged.

Still nothing. She just laid there on top of him, his semi-hard member resting on her immobile tongue. 'I have to get her to suck me again, but how?'

The answer hit him like a thunderbolt. It was right in front of his face, literally! Slowly he stretched his tongue outward, jumping the distance between them, and made gentle contact with her delicious cunt lips.

Stephanie froze in absolute horror. The stranger's dick had continued to grow in her mouth. It was throbbing, pulsing with the person's heart beat. It wasn't quite hard yet, but it was definitely getting longer.

Tears and panic once again afflicted her. 'I'm being raped! Why are they doing this to me? Why?'

She could feel his hot breath on her exposed pussy. His face must have been only an inch away from her most private of places. She was thankful that is was so dark in the room. She must look like a slut, with her ass in the air like this.

Steph was no angel by any sense of the word, but she wasn't a slut. She had been having sex since she was fifteen, but that was always with her boyfriend Greg. She'd even sucked him off a few times when she was drunk. She never swallowed, of course, that was just gross. He was the only guy she had ever been with, and she had wanted to keep it that way.

Now she had a stranger's cock in her mouth, his pubes tickling her chin and lower lip, and she couldn't pull away even if she wanted to. If this guy came, it would be in her mouth. The thought of it turned her stomach.

"Please, Helen, it feels sooo good. Please don't stop, baby... I've missed your touch... It's been sooo long."

Steph's brain snapped. Her eyes bugged out of her head. Her ears thundered with the sound of her pounding heart. Her mind just couldn't comprehend why her Father's voice had come from the rapist's body, the rapist who had his hardening cock in her tiny mouth.

'Daddy, no! I'm not Mommy!' the voice in her head screamed. Her thoughts and memories became jumbled and mixed up. Her inner voice had always been confident and mature. The sheer shock of the situation had regressed her thinking to that of a little girl.

He couldn't hear her, of course. Even if she could use her mouth to verbalize her pleading, it would have been muffled by her Father's manhood.

'This is all just a dream. A horrible, horrible dream and I'm going to wake up back in my bed at home. Just you wait and see, any moment now.'

That's when her Father's tongue made contact with her pussy lips. She felt like she was dying inside. Her own Daddy tasted her pussy, something Greg had never done to her. She knew that her nightmare was just beginning, there was no waking up. This was really happening, her Father was eating her pussy while his dick continued to grow in her mouth.

Her face burned with shame, tears rolling down her cheeks. Deep down in her pit of despair, she groaned in abject misery.

Stan felt his wife moan against him. The sudden vibration caused his loins to swell even more.

"Oh God, yeah, Helen, that feels so fucking good!" He stopped only briefly to speak before diving back to the task before him. He must have been doing a good job for her to moan like that.

He couldn't wait to bring his wife off. She was a squirter. Something he didn't know existed until the first time he had gone down on her. When his face was suddenly splashed by her fluid that first time, he thought she had pissed on him. He had pulled away, disgusted with her, cursing and sputtering. Then he tasted the liquid treasure on his lips and realized his dumb mistake. His wife was something special. So few got to enjoy the super sweet nectar of such a woman. Stan counted his blessings that he was one of the lucky ones.

He was trying to play a symphony with his tongue, dancing it along her lips and mons, sliding between her folds and teasing her opening with increasing pressure. He avoided her clit, letting it hide in its tiny hood. He knew it would come out to play when she was ready. Until then, he would bide his time. You couldn't rush this kind of work, not if you take any pride in your skills!

Stephanie was trying to leave her body. She'd heard women on Oprah describing how they simply left their bodies with the rapist, while their minds floated away. Right now that's what she wanted to happen, but she couldn't figure out exactly how to do it.

Her Dad's dick continued to lengthen and harden in her mouth. It was pressing against her tongue and on its way to her throat. Stephanie would gag every morning while brushing her back teeth. She had no idea what would happen when her Dad's hardness reached back that far, and she didn't want to find out.

She could feel him working between her spread thighs, his soft tongue flicking and sliding all over her pussy. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but he was actually doing a good job at exciting her. If it had been Greg tasting her, she would have been moaning with pleasure. But it wasn't her boyfriend, it was her Father, and she refused to cum for him. No matter how hard he tried!

Stan could tell that his wife was trying to fight the feelings he was giving her. She remained motionless above him. His cock had been left alone to seek its own source of pleasure, and currently this source was located in his wife's throat. Since she hadn't pulled off of him, he took it as sign that he could continue to slide deeper into her mouth.

He knew that she was warming up to his ministrations. Her mons, once tightly closed like a clam shell, began to open. This allowed him to probe deeper into her flower petals, finally finding a taste of her nectar.

Curling his tongue like a spoon, he began to lap up what juices he could pull out of her opening, savoring each drop, and anticipating the flood that would issue forth when she came. He'd forgotten just how good she tasted.

'How could I have ever refused myself this? What argument was worth losing this treasure?'

He vowed then and there that he would never allow the pressures of the world to keep him from this source of manna ever again. 'Never again, my love. Never again.'

Still he feasted, delving deeper and deeper, his nose making contact with her crinkled rosebud. His cock was aching; he could feel her beginning to gag on him. He had to get deeper; he needed to feel her tightness around him completely.

"God, baby, you taste so fucking good!" he moaned into her depths.

Stephanie's thoughts began to drift. Her Father's tongue had started to affect her more than she wanted it too.

A fire was beginning to grow in her belly. She understood what that meant, and why she was powerless to stop it. She thought of Greg. She imagined that he was the one lapping at her pussy and not her own Father. The fire continued to grow.

Inside her mouth the cock grew even harder, forcing its way into her. She imagined it was Greg's cock, and she wanted him to enter her like this. She wanted to return the pleasure that she was receiving from his talented tongue. She wanted to know what it would feel like to have him in her throat. The fire continued to grow.

She felt him trying to enter her, trying to get every drop of juice that she could make for him. She wanted to give it all to him; to drown him in her juices. In return she would devour his. She would swallow down his essence and be happy to do so. Still her fire grew.

Was that her Father's voice or Greg's? It didn't matter; they loved the taste of her gushing pussy. It felt so dirty, so naughty to have someone feasting on her privates. She could feel his nose touching her asshole, and reveled in the sheer perverseness of it all.

The cock of her lover began to bump against her tonsils, and she started to gag. Steph began to panic, not because she was choking, but because she was afraid that she would not be able to please him as well as he was pleasing her. She wanted to be dirty, too!

Forcefully his hips hunched upward, plowing past her epiglottis and lodging deep in her throat. A moment of shock and then her heart soared. She had done it! He was all the way inside of her now! The fire in her belly roared.

For some reason she still couldn't cum. Why couldn't she cum? She was so close it hurt, her toes curling and her knuckles white. Waves of pleasure tumbled over her, but she couldn't top the mountain. Something was missing. She had never been so turned on in her life, felt so dirty, so slutty, so hot.

'Why? Why? Why?' she whined in her mind as eight inches of male organ slowly humped in and out of her throat.

Stan was French kissing her pussy. Her juices were flowing freely into his devouring mouth, the heat from her burning loins felt as though it was scorching his face. His cock was slowly moving in the tightest confines he had ever encountered. Helen had never deep throated him before; no one had ever taken him so completely. He was in absolute heaven.

It was time. His tongue left the sweet depths and began to journey up through her soft petals. His softly exploring tip made contact with the tiny swollen pearl now exposed and seeking his tender touch. Gentle swirling... circles slow then fast then slow again... over and over again...

'No! No! No!' The loving tongue had left her channel. It left her feeling empty and alone. Tears of longing stung in the corners of her eyes. How much more teasing could she take before dying?

Still the shaft pumped in and out of her throat, stretching and burning as it moved faster and faster.

Then it happened. He returned! The tip of his tongue found her button! He was swirling away, causing her entire body to explode in tidal waves of bliss. Never before had she felt so much pleasure in all her seventeen years of life.

Her conflicted mind raced to make sense of what her body was feeling. She was the only one who had ever touched her button, Greg didn't even know about it. The dick in her throat was much bigger than Greg’s; he would never have reached down as far. Greg had never wanted to taste her pussy, this person loved it! Greg had never made her feel this good. He couldn't make her feel this good.

'Oh god, Daddy! Eat me! Eat your little girl’s pussy! It’s all for you, Daddy! Here it comes, ALL FOR YOU!'

She didn't even notice that the brace holding her mouth open had released its grip, freeing her jaw for the first time in over an hour. In this moment, she didn't think anything at all...

A flood of warmth gushed into Stan's loving mouth. He was drowning in her orgasm, choking in the never ending flow of her honey. He could feel her trembling on top of him, shuddering as she expelled the pent up desire down his gullet.

Her lips tightened on him. Her throat contracted around his engorged member, milking him, pulling his own juice out of his roiling nut sack.

Every inch of his body tensed as he emptied what felt like a gallon of sperm directly into her stomach.

"I'M CUMMING!"

Steph began coming down from her orgasm just in time to hear her father cry out to her.

He slammed all the way down her throat, causing her to involuntarily swallow over and over again.

She felt him tense under her, his cock pulsing, throbbing, swelling even bigger. Her Daddy was cumming in her mouth! She had made him feel as good as he made her! Now his sperm was on its way down into her belly. Steph felt so dirty, so perverted, so... so hot, that she came again.

Shaking in the wake of his release, Stan was once again baptized in his wife's juices. He lay back, enjoying the sensation of softening in her throat before he popped free of her mouth. He was wet and sticky, his eyes stung, his jaw ached, but he was happy, so totally and completely happy. A strong urge to go to sleep swept over him, leaving him relaxed and dreamy.

He was so relaxed that at first he didn't even notice that the lights had come on. If it weren't for the odd buzzing he would have drifted off into sleep right then and there. That sound was his first clue that something was horribly, horribly wrong. He wasn't in bed at home, he was somewhere else.

The second clue was the voice that came to his ears just before sleep finally overtook him; a voice that both terrified and excited him with its implications.

His eyes burned with the image of his teenaged daughter's dripping pussy and upturned ass, before sleep finally claimed them both.

Her Father's voice shook with anger, stunning Helen out of her delirious haze. She watched with glee as her husband's eyes nearly popped out of his skull when he realized who's cunt he had been sucking. Her excitement reached a crescendo at that moment, and she'd forgotten about her agreement to not seek sexual release. She’d been squeezing and scissoring her thighs together instead of keeping them still and apart.

"That's it! You've forced me to do this. I've tried to be patient, I've tried to be understanding, but you continue to disobey me!"

Helen crumbled in shame and fear. How could she do this to her Daddy? She was ruining everything. Why couldn't she keep herself under control?

"I'm sorry, Daddy... I didn't mean to... honest, Daddy," Helen began sobbing. "I... I don't know why I'm such a slut, Daddy. I can't help it... Please don't be mad at me... please, Daddy..."

He just stood there, staring down at her, his deep brown eyes boring into her soul, making her feel as though she was unworthy of his love and affection. She had ruined everything in her life... and now she had broken her own Father's heart because she couldn't obey one simple instruction.