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Subject: Dog-collared Daughter - MF/f, BDSM, INCEST
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When she raised her eyes one dark night, while pleasuring herself, and
saw her father standing above her, Sierra was more aroused than
embarrassed, revelling in the depravity as he used her own vibrator on
her, then tied her up and spanked her for being naughty. But she failed
to appreciate just how perverted her father was, for he never did untie
her. Instead he drew her deeper and deeper into bondage and submission,
into punishment and pain, turning her into a sexual animal to be
walked, washed and watered by the servants. He had always been a cold
man, absent more often than not, and now she felt his body against
hers, his lips on hers, felt his warmth and approval as they continued
what she thought of as his kinky game. The girl in her adored his
closeness and attention, while the woman in her gloried in the hot,
nasty sex. But then his new girlfriend arrived, little older than
Sierra, but considerable more cruel and perverse. She was accompanied
by a pair of Black servants, who would use Sierra ruthlessly while her
father and new "mommy" watched and enjoyed the show, and she would
ensure that Sierra knew who her father's real lover was.
"Daddy…"
"Father," he growled.
"Father," she gulped.
"What?"
"Are you going to keep my hands tied?"
He smiled and combed his fingers through her hair. "Do you want to make
me happy, little slut?"
"Yes, da-father!"
"Then I think I like the sight of you tied. But I can make you look
even hotter, and sexier, and sluttier than you are."
He stood up and lifted her to her feet. He bent and she gasped as he
pulled her up across his right shoulder, then, holding her there, he
carried her back down the hall to his room. Inside he set her down on
the floor and slid aside one of his big closet doors and then opened a
drawer inside. He drew out a thick, studded leather collar and showed
it to her. It had a little sliver plate in the front upon which the
word "Slave" had been engraved.
He turned her and untied her wrists. Sierra rubbed them and turned
back, eyes alight, anxious, excited, a little embarrassed, a little
intimidated, a little shy.
"Put this on, my little slut."
She took the collar, examined it, noted its thickness, its width, and
the buckle which held it together. She placed it around her throat and
then, looking in the big mirror on his sliding closet door, buckled it.
"Now these."
He handed her two smaller versions of the collar, and she realized
instantly they went around her wrists. She buckled them on, feeling
another little surge of excitement, then buckled on the next pair,
which went around her ankles. Then he handed her little padlocks, and
nodded. She placed a little padlock on the collar, and the four
restraints, and then handed him the keys.
"These won't chafe that beautiful skin of yours," he said, his fingers
caressing her breasts, combing through her hair.
Weird! Kinky! Wicked! Exciting! Bizarre!
He took out a leather strap, a strap which turned out to be a leash,
and snapped it to the ring set into the front of her collar.
"Get on your hands and knees, slut."
"Yes, father," she breathed
She knelt, and he moved away from the closet, pulling on the leash. In
a sexual haze, Sierra followed, crawling on all fours after him,
crawling out the door, and up the long hall, then down the widely
spaced steps to the main level. Her knees hurt as she crawled, but she
didn't complain.
"Something better to eat now, perhaps," he said.
"Yes, please, father," she said.
He walked her into the kitchen, and she followed, crawling, staring at
his ankles, at the floor below, aware of her breasts hanging down,
swaying as she crawled. Then they were in the kitchen, the tiles colder
and harder on her knees. He led her across the floor to the table, then
halted.
"Sit," he ordered.
She sat back on her heels.
"Good, slut. Spread her knees wide. Wider. That's my slut. Keep your
hands behind your back unless I say different."
She knelt with her knees spread as wide as she could, obscenely
exposing herself, and her father made breakfast; sausages, bacon and
eggs. He sat at the table to eat, while she knelt beside him. And then
he began to cut pieces of sausage and egg and bacon and feed them to
her. She ate them off his fork, and out of his fingers, feeling wild,
bizarre, kinky and slutty.
But she also felt oddly close to him, for while this was a nasty, kinky
sex game, they were sharing it together.
He set a bowl of milk on the floor and she drank it while kneeling on
all fours, like a dog, and he called her his hot, nasty little bitch in
heat.
Then, crawling, she followed him, on her leash, back up the hall, back
upstairs to his room, to his bathroom. He had her kneel in the tub,
sitting on her heels as he filled it with water. He got her toothbrush
and to her surprise, brushed her teeth for her. Then he washed her
hair, lathering it up thick, working his fingers into her scalp, before
rinsing it off. He had her kneel on all fours and soaped up her body,
taking extra effort to work his talented fingers up and down along her
pussy slit, and over her breasts, so that she was grinding her hips and
moaning in passion.
"Please fuck me, father," she groaned. "Please fuck your nasty little
whore daughter!"
"Not yet, slut," he said, rinsing her off.
"Ohhh!"
He had her crawl out and then toweled her hair and body dry. She sighed
in delight at being so carefully attended to by him. It was more
attention than she could ever remember getting from the cold, aloof
man.
He then brushed out her hair and even dried it with a hair dryer so it
looked lush and full and fluffy, just as she liked it.
"I-I need to go to the bathroom, father," she said apologetically.
He smiled. "Not in here, slut."
She bit her lip, but of course, obeyed.
He finished her hair, occasionally fondling and caressing her body,
especially her breasts, then had her get on all fours again as he led
her by the leash back up the hall and down the stairs. She knelt on all
fours beside him as he pressed the button which opened up the front
room, watching the two great curved sides of the wall slide apart to
open the front room to the ocean.
Then he tugged on her leash and led her outside, out across the pool
deck, down the path through the garden. Then he turned aside off the
path, leading her over next to a bush.
"Very well. You can go here," he said.
She looked up at him in confusion.
"Dogs go to the bathroom outside, Sierra," he said. "And you're a bitch
in heat, a bitch dog in heat. You go here."
"But… but… uhm, but are you going to watch?" she asked, squirming
uncomfortably, blushing.
"I own you," he said. "I created you. I paid for every single thing
you've ever eaten, every piece of clothing you've ever worn. I pay for
the roof over your head, and for the bed under you. You are mine and so
is your body. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Your body belongs to
me, you see, not you. Now go, or don't go. But if you don't go you'll
have to hold it until the next time I feel like taking you for a walk."
She gaped at him, blushing, confused, but his words were spoken with
the tone she recognized as being inflexible. If she didn't go here -
and she really needed to go - she'd have to hold it for who knew how
long.
Squirming mentally, blushing deeply, she spread her knees wide, and
began to pee as he looked down. When she was done he snatched off some
leafs from the bush and rubbed her pussy, then patted her head, told
her she was a good little bitch, and led her back to the path and down
to the beach.
Sierra was more than a little dazed by the depth of this depravity,
this kinkiness, it was just not something she'd experienced before. But
she was still feeling wild and hot and sensual and seductive as she
crawled naked beside him down onto the beach.
His bitch? A bitch dog? God! How bizarre!
Her father was a real pervert!
"Time for your exercise," he said.
He sat back on a lounge chair and smiled at her, then drew, of all
things, the big black latex dildo from his pocket.
He winked at her and smiled, then unclipped the leash from her collar
and tossed the dildo a dozen feet away.
"Fetch."
She gaped at him, shocked by the hot, nasty reality of being treated
like a dog.
"Fetch, bitch," he ordered.
Sierra crawled over to where the dildo had landed and, not needing the
order, bent and took it into her mouth, like a dog fetching a bone,
before crawling back. She set the dildo into his hand and he patted her
head.
"Faster next time, my bitch."
He flung the dildo further, and she crawled after it - faster, glad
that her knees sank easily and painlessly into the white sand. She
crawled quickly back and handed him the dildo.
"Good bitch! Now fetch!"
He flung the dildo again, and she turned and crawled rapidly after it,
grasped it in her teeth, and returned it to him.
"Crawl faster, bitch," he said sternly. "I want to see some
enthusiasm!"
He flung the dildo and she turned and threw herself after it, gasping
for breath, crawling furiously across the sand, grabbing it in her
teeth, and then crawling back to set it into his hands.
Again and again she crawled wildly after the dildo, gasping for breath
in the sun, sweating now, hair tangled. She wondered why he'd bothered
to wash her. She dropped the dildo into his hand, gasping deeply.
"Hot are you, slut? My little bitch is all sweaty," he said with a
chuckle, ruffling her hair and kneading her breasts.
He snapped the leash on and she gasped, almost collapsing to the
ground. He stood up and led her back up the path to the house, but then
out onto the pool deck. There he unsnapped the leash.
"Kneel, bitch."
She knelt, sitting on her heels, knees well apart, hands behind her
back.
"Good bitch!" he said happily, stroking her hair. "Stay!"
He set the dildo down and went into the house. Sierra sat where she'd
been left, gasping, chest heaving, flushed, hair tangled. God, this was
bizarre! He was treating her like a dog!
But that was okay. He was still doing things with her, still playing
his wicked game with her. Together.
He came out with a pitcher of iced tea, a glass, and a bowl. He sat
down at the table beneath the umbrella and poured himself a glass, then
poured some into a bowl and set it beside him on the ground.
"Go ahead. Drink."
She moaned thirstily and crawled to it, then bent her mouth and began
to slurp and suck and lick and drink it - like a dog would, she
realized.
When she was done he had her resume her former position beside his
chair as he drank and read the paper.
Occasionally he reached out to pat her or caress her head, or talk to
her, calling her his lovely little bitch, his beautiful little slut,
his hot, sexy little whore.
He put the paper aside and grinned at her, then picked up the dildo and
tossed it into the pool. "Fetch, bitch!"
Sierra lunged forward and gladly dove into the water, sliding under it,
her body curving up and back, her head popping out next to the dildo.
She seized it in her mouth, then swam back to the sides, pulled herself
out, but, staying on her hands and knees, crawled to him and dropped
the dildo into his hands.
This was wild and kinky, but fun!
He threw it into the pool again, further out, and again she crawled to
the pool, threw herself in, and swam to it, seizing it in her mouth and
swimming back.
Dripping wet, she crawled to his side and dropped the dildo into his
hand, gasping and panting.
He chuckled and patted her head.
He held it out to her, this time, the head pointed at her.
"Let's see you take it down your throat, my daughter whore."
Swallowing nervously, trying to catch her breath, Sierra opened her jaw
wide and took the fat cock into her mouth. Her father held it firmly in
place as she bobbed her lips experimentally up and down its length. She
was nervous. It was thicker than her father's cock. Still, she didn't
even think of not doing as he wanted. He was so happy with her! She
didn't want him to be unhappy with her.
She forced her throat over the dildo, gagging and choking, but sliding
her lips all the way down until they were pressed against his fingers.
"That's my beautiful little slut!" he cried, rubbing her head.
She slid her lips back up and off, gasping, panting.
"Turn and show me that tight little ass of yours, slut."
Sierra turned and bent.
"Raise your ass higher, spread your legs. That's my daughter whore."
She groaned as she felt the dildo rubbing up and down against her
puffy, swollen, hungry mound, then slowly pushing into her pussy. Her
head came slowly up and back and she groaned in bliss as the fat wet
dildo pushed deeper into her belly, twisting slowly from side to side.
Her father slid off his chair and knelt beside her, facing her, pumping
the dildo in and out - hard - harder - still harder, as his thumb rode
along her clit with every deep thrust. He grasped her hair with his
other hand, forcing her head up and back, using it as a handle to force
her to rut back against his strokes.
Sierra gasped and moaned and shuddered and then began to cry out in
pain and pleasure as the dildo thumped into the back wall of her sex,
rolling her hips, rutting back, dazedly aroused to feverish levels as
her father rammed it into her again and again.
The orgasm shattered her mind and she cried out, almost screamed in
pleasure as he rammed the dildo especially hard into her belly again
and again and again.
Then she sagged, groaning to the ground, panting for breath, moaning
weakly as he chuckled, slapped her bottom and sat down again.
After a bit he went inside, coming out with suntan oil. He oiled her
body up thoroughly, paying especially attention to her breasts and
pussy, so much so that he almost brought her off again. Then she had to
subside, moaning, begging him to fuck her, as he pulled away. She lay
in the sun, getting tanned, as he continued to read his newspapers
under the big umbrella over the table.
After a while he pulled the dildo out of her pussy and made her deep
throat it again a few times. Then he began to play fetch with her,
tossing it across the grass, then into the pool.
It was all insanely weird, she thought. But even weirder was that she
had never spent so much time with her father. And she loved it.
The fact her pussy was throbbing much of the time was something else
again.
Her father oiled her up again after the pool, then thrust the dildo
back into her pussy - deep. He had her stand, for the first time that
day, stand next to him as he examined her oiled slit. He peeled open
her sex lips, then leaned in and began to lick her - from which the
startled girl presumed the oil was edible.
His tongue quickly roused her to heights of hunger and sexual need, and
she found herself groaning and gasping and grinding her hips sluttishly
at him. But he eased back, leaving her unsatisfied, as he had when he'd
oiled her up both times. Instead he had her lay on the pool deck.
"Now draw your knees up and back and spread them wide," he ordered.
He grinned. "Now you know what to do with that dildo, slut. So use it."
Sierra was all but shaking with heat, and seized the dildo at once,
pumping it slowly in and out as he looked down.
"That's it, daughter whore, masturbate while I watch. Masturbate for
your father."
The words were blazingly hot and bizarre enough to freeze her
momentarily, but then she continued, pumping the dildo, stroking her
fingers across her clit, gasping and moaning, masturbating as her
father watched. She climaxed quickly, crying out in wanton pleasure,
jamming the dildo painfully high into her belly.
"Good slut," he said with a smile, turning back to his newspaper.
After he had finished the newspaper he snapped his fingers at his side.
Sierra got to her hands and knees and crawled over to him, and he
combed his fingers through her hair, then snapped the leash to her
collar again.
"I'm thirsty, daddy," she said.
He frowned down at her impatiently, then tugged hard on the leash.
Sierra gasped as it dug into her throat and forced her up and back on
her heels. Her father jerked her wrists together behind her back and
snapped them together, then seized her hair and jerked her head back.
"Did I say you could speak, slut?"
She shook her head anxiously.
"I told you to call me father. Did I not?"
"Yes… father," she whispered.
"Then why didn't you?"
"I forgot."
"You were a bad girl. You disobeyed me. So you'll have to be punished."
"I-I'm sorry," she said.
"That's not good enough, slut."
He flung her onto the ground. "Now kneel and raise your bottom high.
Keep your knees together."
Sierra obeyed, grunting as she pressed the side of her face against the
pool deck, trying to see behind her as her father drew the belt out of
the loops of his trousers and doubled it in his hand.
"Are you a naughty girl?" he demanded.
"Yes, father," she said anxiously.
"And what happens to naughty girls?"
"They-they get punished?"
He brought the strap down across her bottom and Sierra yelped in pain,
her body jerking.
"They get punished, because naughty little sluts need to be punished.
Because they want to be punished. Otherwise they wouldn't be naughty
little sluts. Isn't that right, slut?"
He slashed the belt across her bottom and again Sierra yelped in pain.
"Isn't that right?" he demanded.
"Y-Yes, daddy!" she cried.
The belt slashed across her raised bottom once more, and Sierra gasped
at the force of the blow, as her bottom stung fiercely. Again it
cracked across her bottom and she let out a choked cry of pain. She
felt his hand stroking her bottom, felt his fingers probing at her
slit, where the dildo was still lodged, pumping it in and out, twisting
it from side to side.
"Foul, filthy little whore," he said, lashing the belt across her
bottom again. "Cock sucking little slut!"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Sierra's eyes filled with tears as she clenched her teeth against the
pain. Her body jerked and flinched at every blow as she squealed or
yelped or cried out as the belt lashed her furiously burning buttocks.
"What are you?"
"I'm a naughty little slut!" she cried, half sobbing.
"What else?"
"I-I'm a filthy, stinking whore bitch cunt!"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"What else?"
"I-I'm a - a dirty cock s-sucking b-bitch!" she sobbed.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
She felt him moving behind her, and gasped in relief as he knelt on the
deck and spread her legs.
"Spread your legs, whore!" he barked as he did.
Then he pried the butt-plug out of Sierra's anal opening, and almost
immediately slid his own stiff cock into her to replace it. His cock
was not as wide as the butt-plug, but was a lot longer, and Sierra
groaned as she sniffled and moaned in continued pain, feeling his cock
thrusting deep into her bottom.
"Lovely little ass," he sighed. "You have a perfect little ass, you hot
slut."
His cock drove deep, and Sierra moaned anew, feeling cramps inside her
belly. But it was infinitely better than being strapped, and she merely
raised her bottom more as her sniffles began to subside. Her father's
cock punched deep inside her, sliding in and out with slow, steady
strokes at first. His hands moved over her body, groping her breasts,
then gripping her hair and yanking it back.
"You, nasty little whore! You love having my cock up your ass, don't
you!" he growled, digging his fingers into her full breast.
"Y-Yes, father!" she gasped.
"Tell me how much you love it, slut. Beg for me to fuck your nasty
little ass. Or maybe I'll strap you some more!"
"I-I love it!" she cried. "I love your cock in my ass, father! Please
fuck my ass, father! Please fuck my nasty little ass! I love having
your cock so deep inside my ass, father! I… oh… love being a-ass fucked
by… ungh… you! Please ff-uck me hard, father! Please fuck… oh…my ass
really, uhn, h-hard, oh!"
Maxwell was picking up the pace. The butt-plug Sierra had been wearing
for hours had loosened her up more than enough that he could plunge his
stiff prick to the hilt in his daughter's tight little bottom with
every stroke. And he was determined to do so. He had been watching her
beautiful ass wandering past his eyes for years, almost always clad in
the tightest of pants, shorts and skirts. Now he pounded his stiff
prong into her with a sense of excitement and almost vengeance.
So the slut wanted to show her ass to every man in the world, did she?
Well she deserved to be fucked hard up the ass then! And he was just
the man to do it!
"Bitch whore!" he gasped. "Dirty little slut! You deserve this, you
miserable slut! You've been aching to have your ass fucked! Haven't
you, bitch!"
"Yes, father!" she cried. "I love having my ass fucked!"
Her slender young body jerked and shuddered to the harsh blows of her
father's hips as his big cock pounded into her now aching anal opening,
his fingers twisting in her hair, and the soft flesh of her breast as
he used her so furiously
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