"Manipulated" Chapter Seven

Manipulated ©
Chapter Seven
By Fiction Writer #13
( incest, anal, f/M strapon, m/g, mast, humil, drug, noncon, con, reluct, bond, Femdom, voy, prostate)

Stan knew this was coming. As soon as he'd seen the dildo strapped to his daughter's waist, he'd known why he was laying on his back, legs held high and wide. Though he'd known, he still held out hope that someone or something would intervene, to stop this madness before it occurred, to save him from this humiliation.

That hope was now dashed, it was going to happen and there was nothing that neither he nor anyone else could do about it. It was either this or death by electrocution. He'd debated whether or not the latter was preferable until that last jolt; so much pain, so much fear. No, if it came down to making such a choice, he would choose impalement by his daughter over that death.

Stephanie stood still, her mind going a mile a minute, the room around her seeming to spin. When she didn't react instantly to the command to move, the vibrations of the dildos slowed to a halt. 'They couldn't possibly think that I... would do a guy?'

"But, you said you were giving me a virgin? I thought you meant that I would... be with another girl."

I never said whether you would be with a girl or a boy, Stephanie... I only asked if you wanted to fuck a virgin... and you said yes...

Oh, but he is, little one... he's never been penetrated before... felt what it's like to have another inside of him... to lay back and let someone else take control of his body... unless your father has some secret he'd like to share with us... Well? Do you Stanley?

Stanley ? Your daughter is waiting for an answer... Have you ever had your cherry broken?

"Nn... nn... no," he forced himself to answer while looking into Steph's questioning eyes. Though it was true, he still did not like to talk about such things, especially in front of his daughter.

Growing up he had only one homoerotic experience, a circle jerk with two friends when he was twelve. That was as far as it had gone and it had never been repeated, but the guilt of having jerked off one guy while being wanked by another still stayed with him to this day. It was one of those secrets that he did not share with anyone, anyone except for his wife. He would take it to the grave.

You see, Steph... I told you so... he is a virgin... Now stop wasting time and get yourself into position... it's time to take Daddy's cherry...

Steph moved as if in a trance. The room still seemed to be spinning all around her, her thoughts blank, her legs on automatic. A few steps and she was once more presented with her dad's hard cock, smooth balls, and tightly puckered anus. She looked upon that opening with new eyes, seeing it for the first time as something to be fucked.

She knew that some girls had tried this avenue with varying results, most finding the experience too painful to ever repeat, others enjoying the sensation and loving an alternative form of birth control to offer potential dates.

But her dad wasn't a woman seeking new routes to sexual bliss, he was a guy. Only gay guys and men getting raped in prison ever had this done to them. His hole looked so tiny, her prick so big. 'How is it ever going to fit inside there?' she wondered.

That is so sweet, little one... Did you hear that Stanley? Your daughter wants to make this special for you... Were you ever this concerned for a virgin's comfort before you took her cherry? Huh, Stanley? Why don't you tell your daughter about Laurie...

Stan didn't answer. Instead he closed his eyes tightly, trying to shut out another memory he had kept hidden. 'How the hell do they know about her?' he wondered.

He was seventeen and his girlfriend Laurie was just fifteen. A long night of drinking had brought them together in the back seat of his Plymouth. They fumbled nervously, removing clothing and kissing. It was her first time, and his as well. She had hesitated, frightened by how aggressively he had pulled her panties down. She tried to stop him but he wouldn't listen. He remembered her scream as he forced his way in, her tears as he began thrusting into her, how salty they had tasted on his lips. Remembered how her whimpers drove him on, how her pleas for him to 'Stop!' had brought him rapidly to completion. His conquest complete, his ego stroked, he had dropped her off, still crying, in front of her house and never saw her again.

Stanley wept for her now, sorry for what he had done. Though Laurie would never know it, she would finally be getting some justice tonight.

"No... I..." he almost lied, but his guilt got the better of him, "I've... I... I hurt a girl... I hurt a girl really bad... when I took... took her virginity. She trusted me... I was her boyfriend... and... and I raped her. I raped her and then I left her... I'm so sorry, Steph..."

Stephanie looked at her father dumbfounded. Of all the men in her life, she had always believed her father to be one of the kindest, sweetest, gentlest she had ever met. She couldn't believe that he could have been like all those other guys.

Even Greg had hurt her that first time as he tore away her innocence, but he had stopped and apologized. He didn't force her to continue on in pain, and then abandon her when he'd finished. She never would have thought her own daddy could be that cruel.

Anger burned inside of her. She felt deceived by the man spread before her eyes. It was as if everything he had ever told her about men respecting women was nothing more than a lie. Her own father was as heartless as the rest of them.

You see little one... your daddy likes to feel the power between his legs... but he doesn't know what it's like to receive that power... I think it's time that you showed him...

"Yesss," Steph hissed through clenched teeth. Her eyes burned with contempt for the man, the man who once had made her feel safe in his arms. She would show him what it felt like to be that poor girl, to be hurt by someone that you once loved and trusted.

You are such a good girl, Stephanie... Now do exactly as I tell you... I want you to coat your fingers really well with the jelly... we need to loosen him up a bit if he is going to receive you... all of you...

Put the jar back on the shelf so that you can reach it if you need more...

Her left hand now free, she began to smear the stuff all over her, making sure her fingers were well covered. For the first time she noted that her nails had all been trimmed short at some point during her abduction.

Now... use your fingers on his hole... start with one... push it inside of him... go slow, and I'll tell you when he's ready for more...

Stephanie's fingers made their way to her father's anus. She was slow and took her time, beginning first by lightly touching his cheeks, then making slow circles until she was spiraling closer and closer to her goal. She felt him shiver as she got closer, felt him jump as her pointer finger made first contact with his wrinkled opening. Once lined up she began to push inward with a little pressure. At first she met resistance, his fear tensing his body up, so she pressed in harder. Her finger popped in, sliding up to her second knuckle, causing him to gasp out loud. He was warm inside, and tight. She could feel his sphincter clenching at her finger, trying to expel her from him.

She pushed inward again, wanting to have her whole finger inside of him. Once again she met some resistance, this time from another set of muscles just on the other side of his opening. A little more pressure and she was through, sliding in easily up to the bulk of her fist, causing her father to cry out softly at the intrusion.

She had been worried that the lube and loosening would make it easier on him. Hearing him complain about a single digit dispelled those fears. 'I'm loosening him up so that I can have an easier fuck, it won't make it any easier on him though.'

She began to work her finger in him, sliding all the way out till she could just see her cuticle before returning to his depths. She noted the way his cock would give a little jump with each push, a drop of precum forming with each withdrawal.

That may be true, little one... But it is still going to hurt him very much... He can't control the feelings that you are giving to him... there is an organ inside of his rectum called a prostate... when it is massaged as you are doing, it will keep him good and hard... if you continue to rub it he'll cum without you ever touching his cock... He won't be able to control it... and you can make him cum as many times as you want... you can make him cum until his balls are empty... you can make him cum till it hurts... Little one, YOU will control him...

This new knowledge surprised Stephanie. Suddenly she understood why men would ever want to have something in their ass. It had never made any sense to her before now.

If you turn your hand palm up... and curl your finger forward... you should feel a little lump that is smoother than anything else in him... that is his prostate... the male G-spot... that is your key to controlling his release...

Steph did as she was told, moving her finger in a 'come hither' motion inside of him. She could feel it, a bump that was firm under her touch. She watched as his cock began to dribble more and more precum as she stroked within him. He began to moan, his anus clenching and releasing over and over again.

Not yet, little one... we don't want him to cum until your cock is in there...

She withdrew her finger completely, noting the way his hole seemed to want to keep her inside. Once her new application of jelly coated her pointer and middle fingers, she lined up and began to push into him again. This time he was much tighter and it took much more effort to get them all the way in. His anus squeezed her fingers together almost painfully. His grunts told her that it was not going as easy for him this time, either.

Her fingers began to move in him, stretching him each time her knuckles pulled free or pushed in. More grunting, more moaning, more precum flowing. She started twisting her wrist, working her fingers in as deeply as possible before taking them away.

Again she took them out completely to add more jelly, his hole staying open for a moment before closing. Forming her middle, pointer, and index into a wedge, she forced her way into his body.

"Oh God!" he cried out as she plunged her fingers in. She met little resistance from muscle this time, just the stretching of skin held her back as she worked them around inside. Sweat formed on her brow as she fingered his ass, her strokes and force increasing. She watched as his cock bounced and twitched in time with her thrusts.

Eager to get on with it, she ripped her hand free from his clutching asshole, causing him to cry out in pain. Stephanie barely heard him though; her heart was beating too hard in her ears to listen to his pleas for gentleness.

Freshly coated, now her pinky finger joined in with the others. Pushing, forcing, stretching, her hand ached as her fingers were crushed together, but she was determined. She managed to get in as far as her knuckles before he began to cry out again.

Looking down she saw just how wide he was stretched, the once wrinkled skin now pulled taught around her fingers, but she wanted to give him more. With one great shove she buried her hand inside of him, leaving just her thumb free of his confines.

Steph didn't listen to him; she left her hand right where she had put it. Twisting her wrist she positioned her hand as if she were shaking someone else's inside of him. Straining against the resistance, she moved her thumb so that she could rub his perineum and tickle the underside of his scrotum.

After a few minutes his cries died down into sobs, each one squeezing her hand from inside. Feeling him start to relax, she twisted her hand again. Now palm up, she cupped his prostate and applied pressure. He began moaning almost instantly, a fresh batch of precum spilling out of his cock, filling his belly button to overflowing.

Stanley had been riding an emotional roller-coaster. His daughter's insistent fingers had at once brought him unimaginable agony as well as unsurpassed ecstasy. It felt as though she was trying to turn him inside-out, trying to jerk him off by reaching up into his cock through his ass. He had heard that there was a fine line between pleasure and pain, and today he was dancing a jig on that line.

Stephanie ripped her hand out of him again. He knew that his asshole was still gaping open, he could feel cool air rushing into the space that she had just vacated.

He opened his eyes and looked into the mirror. He watched as she greased her weapon well, the fake pink flesh glinting in the light, its length intimidating. His body quivered in anticipation of the pain that would soon come. He wondered if he had made the wrong decision. Perhaps electrical death would have been preferable to this violation.

He thought of Laurie. Had she felt this way with him? Had she contemplated death as an alternative to his stabbing cock?

'How did they know about her?' he puzzled. 'The only person, aside from Laurie and I, that knows what I did that night was... Helen?'

One night he had gotten drunk and confessed all of his sins to his wife. He didn't know why he'd told her, but he had felt better for doing it. She had listened intently as he slurred his way through the tale, hugged him close as he cried, even offered her forgiveness for his actions. 'Was she being held somewhere in this building? Were they forcing her to tell all of her secrets?'

These thoughts were quickly wiped away as he felt the cold tip of the dildo touch his anus. For a moment it felt soothing, the cooling jelly taking some of the fire out of his abused hole, but then she began to push.

At first he was thankful that Stephanie had opened him up as much as she had, the head of her cock slipped into him very easily and with almost no discomfort. But then she began feeding it into him, a quarter of an inch at a time, and the pain quickly returned. Her cock flared outward slightly just beyond its head, stretching him even further than her fingers had, bringing back the stinging pain. It burned every time she moved.

"iishhhh," he inhaled sharply, cool air filling his lungs. Three inches into his gut the cock began to taper inward, his anus clenched tightly around her member, helping to suck it in ever deeper.

"Ohhhnnn..." he exhaled, teeth gritting against the pain. Four inches; it had now reached farther than her fingers had, finding new areas to stretch and straighten.

"Oh... nnnn... oh god." His eyes closed tightly, his breathing labored. Still deeper she moved, using the same amount of pressure, moving at the same excruciatingly slow pace. Five inches now penetrated into his body. He began to perspire profusely, the intrusion triggering some strange reaction in him, even the bottoms of his feet became sweaty. He could hear her breathing heavily, from exertion or elation he couldn't tell.

"Ughn..." Stan grunted. At six inches she had hit something inside of him that caused him to wince in pain and prevented her further entrance.

"Ughn." Again she tried to push into him, nudging his insides with the rounded head of her cock.

"I can't get it all inside of him," Steph called to the stranger, disappointment in her voice.

You need to pull back some... and then thrust your hips as hard as you can... It will cause him a great deal of pain, little one... THIS is what it is like to take a cherry...

Stephanie pulled two inches out of him, dragging his insides out with her. Reaching out to her sides she grabbed onto her father's hairy thighs. Taking a deep breath, she plunged forward with all of her might.

"NNNNNNRRRRROOOOOOOWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHH!" Stanley's scream echoed in the room. His head thrashed from side to side, sweat and spittle flying everywhere.

Stephanie looked down to where her body joined her daddy’s, amazed that she was able to fit every inch of that monster up his ass. Her chest heaved with the excitement of her accomplishment.

"OH GOD! PLEEAAASSSSSSSE ! TAKE IT OUT! GET IT OUT OF ME!" His pleas went ignored.

"I did it! I really did it! I took his cherry!" Her elation drowned out her father's continued screaming.

That's right little one... you did take his cherry... You've been a very good girl for listening to me the way that you have... I believe you deserve a reward for your good behavior...

Stephanie's finger nails, what had been left of them, suddenly dug into the soft flesh of Stan's thighs.

"Ohhh yessss... that feelsss sooo goood..." The buzzing had returned, and with it, the warm tingling feelings.

The vibrations inside of Stan's daughter were matched within himself. It was soothing, helping to numb away some of the white hot agony he had been feeling. His screams died down to groans of discomfort.

For a few minutes Steph merely stood her ground, buried to her balls in her father, her hips pressed firmly against his ass. She allowed the rumbling devices to work their magic on her once again. Now, as the warmth spread outward, she noticed that it had begun from a few new locations other than her cunt. Her breasts and hands tingled as if some invisible lover were teasing her body with feather light touches.

'It's the jelly... something in the jelly making me feel so... so...' She let the sensations wash over her. Her senses seemed heightened. Every touch, even the very air in the room, caused her pleasure. She could feel a rivulet of sweat slowly making its way down her spine, to her it felt like a lovers tongue.

Steph compared her overactive skin sensitivity to a time when she'd had a somewhat similar experience. That time occurring after taking a pill with Greg.

'Ecstasy... just like... Ecstasy... but better...' This drug did not affect her mind as that one had, she felt lucent, not befuddled. This drug did not make her thirsty, nor did it cause her to grind her teeth uncontrollably. Whatever this was, it was ten times better than that small green pill stamped with a shamrock logo.

Stanley was finding himself in a similar state, though he had nothing from his past to relate it to. The aching pain he'd felt continued to melt away so long as Steph remained motionless. The vibrations in his bowels relaxed his muscles. They were no longer trying to expel the invader from his body; they accepted it now as something to be welcomed.

The pleasant tingling on his cock returned, spreading now to include his scrotum, perineum, and surprisingly, his overly stretched ass. He found himself enjoying the full feeling in his bowels. The knowledge that he could take something so large without dying or being torn open gave him a strange sense of accomplishment.

It was an odd feeling, completely alien to him, to know that he was being used for someone else's gratification. Oddly thrilling to be used in such a lewd manner, his own daughter the aggressor and an unseen audience the director.

Steph had been climbing ever higher towards another orgasm, but she was missing one piece of the puzzle. Before she had the option of pulling on her cock to rub her needy pussy, now that handle was buried inside of her father. Her frustration began to build up, she needed that sensation to reach the peak and now it was denied to her.

Unconsciously she began to move her hips, at first just rocking slightly from side to side, but then some kind of instinct kicked in and she began to pull away a fraction of an inch before pushing inward again. Her mind might not have known the solution to her conundrum, but her body sure did.

Her father's ass was tight enough to hold onto the fake cock as she pulled away, moving the one inside of her, rubbing it along the walls of her gripping pussy. Pressing in not only allowed the dildo to return to its depths but crushed her swollen clit against one of the vibrators, sending shock-waves of bliss cascading throughout her body.

The imaginary light bulb turned on in her mind. She didn't need her hands at all. She knew what to do and how to do it. She was in control of her pleasure.

Stanley felt her begin to move, slowly at first, in a side to side motion the invading dildo wiggled. It felt almost alive within him, tickling his insides. As she began to move it in and out he was shocked by the way it made him feel; submissive, not in control, powerless. More surprising still was that he was enjoying it. He let himself go, abandoned his male ego, and reveled in the sensation of being taken.

Steph broadened her strokes, now pulling back almost four inches before re-burying her massive tool. She kept a slow pace, savoring each and every moment of her new found source of sexual power. She could take her time without worrying that he would cum too soon, leaving her in a lurch. He didn't matter, didn't factor into her sexual release, she would cum whether he did or not.

"Unghh... Unghh... Unghh..." Stanley grunted in time with her long thrusts. She started a new rhythm, pulling it out slowly before ramming it in deeply. As she dragged the monster out of his body he could feel every bump, every ripple, every inch. It left him feeling empty as she pulled nearly free of his clutching anus, full and satisfied as she slammed it back home.

Faster and faster, harder and harder she slammed her beast into him. Sweat dripped from her body, her face twisted into a snarl of power and ecstasy. She panted, "Take it, Daddy, take all of my cock in your dirty fuck hole..."

Hearing his little girl talk so nasty brought Stanley over the edge. His untouched dick began firing ropes of semen into the air before landing on his chest and neck, his cum so intense he nearly blacked out.

"That's it bitch! Cum for me!" she yelled. "Your tight ass is going to make me cum. Ah... Oh Yes! Ahhhh, oh FUUCK!"

Steph cried out, her own orgasm taking hold and shaking her body. She could feel her juices running down her inner thighs, but still she pounded into her father.

Robbie was finding it very difficult to concentrate on what was occurring beyond the glass partition. His sister Sarah was slipping around against his body, his cock sliding through the gully of her sex, his hands caressing her ribs and nipples.

Robbie placed his palms firmly on her not yet budding breasts. She was breathing heavily, her tiny rib cage expanding to take in enough air to fuel her building desire.

Spreading his fingers open wide and moving his hands up and down, he drummed her long nips, causing her to gasp and moan even more.

He closed his fingers, capturing her nipples between them and squeezed. Again he heard her moan in pleasure, her tiny body shaking against his own.

Still squeezing her tightly he noticed her tiny ear peeking out from her golden hair. Craning his head down, he snaked out his tongue, running it from lobe to top in one motion. The effect was instantaneous.

A flood of hot, sticky, girl juice exploded from her trembling body, drenching Robbie's throbbing cock and aching balls.

Sarah stopped sliding around but every once in a while she would convulse a bit, shivers of pleasure still coursing through her. A few minutes passed before she was able to speak coherently again, her body totally slack against his.

The pair sat in silence, watching as Stephanie continued to fuck their father. They watched as Stan came again and again, his cum covering his body in splatters of white that clung to his chest hair. They listened as Stephanie screamed out her own orgasms, announcing each one with a litany of profanity so perverse it made them blush.

"I want to make you feel good too." With that the little imp in his lap reached into the chair that she had vacated earlier. When her hand came back it was shiny with jelly. Reaching between her legs she began to coat Robbie's dick, stroking him back to full attention.

She raised her tiny body off of him, their skin pulling apart as if they had been glued together. Holding his cock upright, she sank her body down, engulfing his member in her tight ass.

She had only gotten his head in but she was determined to take all of him. He was much bigger than the probe had been. She could feel herself slowly sinking down, his cock stretching her hole a bit painfully, but not enough to stop. Before she knew it, her ass rested in his lap once again.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Robbie asked, his cock throbbing in the tightest place he had ever felt.

"No... It feels nice... touch me Robbie." She took his hands into her own. One she placed on her chest to continue stroking her sensitive nipples. The other she brought lower, parting her legs to give easier access to her bald cunny. Robbie was a quick study, his hands taking over control and diddling his sister both high and low.

Sarah began squirming around again, her body not knowing in which direction she should move in order to feel the most pleasure. Robbie's fingers found her tiny clit, sending waves of elation throughout her insides. She started rotating her hips to help his fingers, in doing so his cock began to slide around in her clenching bowels.

"Oh fuck, Sarah! I don't know how much more of this I can take... You feel so fucking good."

She was quickly reaching her own point of no return, her body tingling from head to curling toes.

"Do it, Robbie! Squirt your sperms in my butt! Do it! I want to feel you do it!" she growled like an animal.

She felt his liquid splashing her insides. It burned inside of her, filled her further.

"Yes, Robbie! Oh Yes! Squirt it in me! I can feel it! Oh... OH... AH... AHHHH! IEEEEEYYY !"

She exploded on him once more. Her shrill screams of joy bounced around the empty room, mirroring those being shouted once more by her sister on the other side of the glass.