Turning the Tables on Daddy
( incest, Father/daughter, scat, bestiality, anal, oral, forced, coercion)
Leaning back in his desk chair he watched Trissy playing fetch with Rosco through his study window, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Her long, chestnut brown hair was windblown and lay about her face in soft curls, abundantly messed. Even from where he sat, he could see her velvety brown eyes shining with excitement as the game progressed from catch to wrestling around with the massive dog. It was still quite warm so she was in shorts and a t-shirt so as Rosco chased her about he could see her breasts bob under the thin t-shirt and her long, thick, tanned legs flex as she ran, the massive animal hot on her heels. His Trissy was a very tall girl, pushing close to six foot already, rail thin and willowy, making her look older than she really was. Men were already taking acute notice of her as she walked by. However, if you spent any time at all with her and talked you could tell she was still quite young by her speech pattern and actions. Her soft oval face and delicate features still shown with youth. Overall she was quite sexy no doubt about that. In addition, she had just passed through that stumbling, awkward stage so she moved with a smooth, cat-like grace now. Oh, the youth was still there, she still had the little girls’ tummy, but she was quickly growing out of that and getting the curves of a woman.
After a while, she had the massive old English mastiff down on his back on the ground scratching the places on his belly that attaches to his hind legs, making both legs peddle in the air rapidly. Grinning, he watched the dog closer to see his reaction to her playing. It was not anything out of the ordinary.
Soon they both tired and came into the house, heading of to her bedroom and he went back to work on the computer he was repairing.
Later that night after she had been in bed for quite some time he poked his head into her room to check on her. Sleeping soundly, she was curled up in a fetal position, dark hair fanned out over the pillow. Rosco was asleep at the foot of the bed, his massive head resting against her feet. He lifted his head to see who it was then laid back down when he recognized him.
Nodding his head Jeff backed out of her room and shut the door softly behind him.
Stretching out in his bed after getting undressed he turned a movie on from one of the pay channels for background noise and let his mind wander.
From an early age, he held no illusions about what he was like. He wanted what
he wanted when he wanted it and would stop at
nothing to get it. It held for objects all the way to getting attention from
people. As he got older, it grew progressively worse. He only had a few
friends, ones he could boss around and dominate. Then he had discovered sex and
it seemed as though he had found his calling in life. From that point on he had
perused it with a dogged determination.
As he grew older, he delved more deeply into more progressively weirder and
perverse things. Even though what he wanted would have been called perverse by
most, he had no problems whatsoever
getting it. For as long as he could remember, he had been the proud
possessor of a dark charisma that attracted partners to him, male and female
alike, he wasn’t picky, a hole was a hole to him. His looks were always the
first thing to grab their attention. At 6’4”, he always stood out anyway,
but combine that with tousled sandy blonde hair, entrancing blue-green
eyes and a thin but muscular frame and you had a winning combination. No, he
was not movie star handsome but the ordinary flaws made him more “real”. Once
his looks had gotten their attention he turned on the charm and let the charisma
do its job then BAM they were his to do with what he wanted.
That is how he got his wife, Trissys mom. When they met, he had been delving into BDSM, the pursuit of the ultimate pleasure through pain, someone else’s pain of course. By this point, he ran a very successful computer business, when you did not have a conscience, and didn’t care who you hurt you go a long ways, so he could spend a great deal of time pursuing his hedonistic pleasures.
Amanda, Trissys mother, had just gotten into the lifestyle and had fallen head over heels for the dashing, charismatic dom with the tousled hair and the sexy eyes. How unfortunate for her. He knew a good thing when he saw it and had latched onto her. He bound her to him every way he could, making her totally dependent on him. As he grew progressively kinkier with her, he also started to give her her hearts desire materialistically. She was so over whelmed by him that she went along with everything he said. Soon she had cut ties with all her friends and family then quit her job and moved in with him. She was his totally and completely. Then to seal his bond of power over her he collared her in and official ceremony at the BDSM club where they had met and married her. It was complete, she was his, body, mind and soul.
Things went along great for years. She was totally submissive to him no matter how kinky the demands. Then she got pregnant.
At first, he was furious about it, thinking about demanding that she get rid of the child. Then after a bit of thought on the matter he felt it could work in his favor. Another tie to bind her, so to speak. Moreover, the idea of having a child pleased him; it was like having another accessory to impress people.
All went smoothly until the trouble started about four years ago. For a couple years before that, he noticed she was becoming increasingly discontented with their lifestyle. The real trouble started when she started to refuse to participate in BDSM D/s anymore. No amount of coercion or punishment could get her to change her mind. Then she slowly started to break free of his controlling grasp. Finally, she had him served with divorce papers. Then the fight was on.
In his life he had been accused of being many things but stupid was not one of them. Before their marriage, she had signed an ironclad pre-nuptial agreement. She was going to get very little out of the divorce, money-wise. In addition, he was going to teach her never to mess with him again so he went after the one thing he knew she wanted most, full custody of Trissy. He knew she would fight him but the ferocity she did it with surprised even him. She pulled out all stops and drug him through every patch and puddle of mud she could find, exposing every bit of their lifestyle, even those parts that put her in a negative light. However, even here she was no match for him. He leveled charges right back at her. However, unlike her he could ‘prove’ them, when evidence did not exist, he paid someone to manufacture it. The result was the court viewed her as a drug addicted abusive mother resulting in him being granted full custody of Trissy with her only being granted supervised visitation. To top it off and add the final insult, SHE had to pay HIM child support!
She kept on fighting the ruling but followed the court’s instructions to the letter. For about six months everything went well for her until he was able to produce more ‘evidence’ that she was still abusing drugs then the court terminated her rights. He had won.
He put on airs to everyone that he was the worlds greatest and most moving and caring father, going so far as to work from home and home school Trissy. But like every other being that had been in his life she was there for what she could do for him and how she made him look.
Things were status quo until she hit a growth spurt and started to develop.
Then he noticed her in a completely different light. He saw nothing wrong with
having sex with his daughter so that is what he set out to do. Using the charm
and charisma he had used to seduce her mother he had soon taken his own daughter
as a lover. Over a period of a year he had turned her into just as much of a
wanton slug as her mother had been but more submissive. He had learned from his
mistakes and did not make them again.
Trissy had learned quickly not to fight or tell Daddy no. If she did, she got punished quickly then he did what he wanted anyway. He was not afraid to get rough with her to get what he wanted. Nevertheless, after a couple times of literally raping her he pretty much didn’t have to, she knew he would do that so mostly it just took some calm, loving persuasion to get her there.
Gradually he had introduced her to most of his perverse likes, teaching her to please Daddy the way he liked it best. However, there were a lot more of them to go.
One day while surfing the web for his daily dose of porn he came across a bestiality site. Instantly he was riveted by the pictures of women sucking and fucking dogs. Somewhere deep inside himself it struck a cord and he had to see more of it. His collection grew by leaps and bounds after that. He downloaded every video and picture of it he could find, even subscribing to a few of the sites.
It stayed in the realm of fantasy for the longest time, until the day she asked
for a puppy. The two worlds then clicked together. Oh, she would get her dog
all right; just one that was very specially trained is all!
The hunt was on after that. One of his sleazier contacts was able to refer him
to a man that bred and trained dogs for porn movies. It was there that he
picked out Rosco.
At first, she was frightened by the 250 lb beast and wouldn’t go near him but
gradually she warmed to him and his gentle nature. Within a few weeks, they
were almost inseparable. Therefore, the time had come for her to become
acquainted with Roscos’ talents.
Lying in bed he smiled to himself tomorrow would be the day. Shutting off the TV, he rolled onto his side and shut his eyes. For an hour he lay there and methodically planned out how to go about this, taking into account the types of resistance she could put up and compensating for it. By the time he dozed off, he thought he had most of the kinks and problems worked out and felt that his plan should run smoothly despite any resistance from her.
The next evening after she had retired to her room with Rosco to watch her shows he decided it was time. With great eagerness and anticipation, he headed off to her room. After a brief knock on her door, he let himself in. She was sprawled out on her tummy in the center of the bed watching TV with the dog curled up to her side.
He grabbed to remote and clicked the TV off. She looked up at him wide-eyed. Grinning down at her, eyes sparkling, he said, “Daddy wants some playtime honey.”
Sighing deeply she lowered her eyes. “What are we going to do?” She asked softly.
Grinning bigger he sat on the edge of the bed and stroked the dogs back. “We
are going to do something different tonight. Daddy is going to watch you have
sex with Rosco.”
She stared at him, mouth agape, unable to say anything, shocked into silence.
Stroking the dogs’ short, coarse fur he looked at her. “I will show you how, don’t worry honey. And he’s trained to do this so it will be fairly easy.”
A strange expression crossed her face, like a cloud passing across the sun, then a bright light came to her eyes and a devious grin turned up the corners of her mouth.
Taking this for excitement, he reached out and rubbed one of her shoulders. “That’s my girl! Now, why don’t you get undressed and…”
“I don’t think so Daddy!” She said in a soft, silky voice that had an edge on it like a newly sharpened knife.
He looked at her, astonished, unable to believe what he had just heard. “What
did you just say to me Trissy?”
”You heard me correctly father.” She said, a
triumphant grin spreading across her face. “I will be doing no such thing, but
YOU will.”
Standing up, he put his hands on his hips, face a darkened thundercloud. “You
know better than to tell me no young lady! Don’t make me get rough with you.
Now, be a good little girl and get undressed.”
Sliding off the bed she grabbed a video tape off a shelf and stuck it in the VCR then turned it and the TV on. What showed on the screen was him forcing her to have sex with him and her crying, begging and screaming for him to stop, that it hurt. Grinning, she said to him, her voice soft and even, “I have a lot of these Daddy. Almost every time we’ve had sex I’ve been able to get it on tape. However, these aren’t the originals, I have those stored elsewhere.
“Remember the lawyer you hired for me because of the stuff with mom and the trust fund?” She said, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
Eyes narrowing, he glowered at her and gave the barest of nods.
“Well, since he is on retainer to me I gave him a sealed letter. One phone call
from me will take him to the place where I stored them. There are instructions
with them for him to give them to the proper authorities.” Giving him a wide,
angelic grin she said, her voice again soft and silky smooth, “What do you think
they will do with you if they see them Daddy?”
His face drained of all color and a white-hot rage surged through his body and
set his blood on fire. “You little bitch!” He whispered ferociously.
Grinning at him, she giggled. “What’s the matter Daddy? Don’t you like the tables being turned on you?”
“How dare you do this to me! I am your father!” He said, voice shaking with rage.
Giggling madly she looked at him, eyes twinkling, “Exactly! Where do you think
I learned this from Daddy? From you,
is where and I learned it very well.”
Standing there, silent, he stared at her. Gone was the submissive little girl
that was easy to manipulate into anything and in her place stood the female
version of him. For the first time he noticed how much she really did look like
him. Crossing his arms over his chest he sighed then asked, “Alright, you got
me in a corner. What do you want me to do?” It galled him to no end to
give in but running the whole thing through his
head, he knew she had him. If she had one tape of them, and a very rough one at
that, she probably did have more. She was out of the house enough that she
easily could have hidden them somewhere he would never find them. As for the
lawyer, even if he fired him if she called him about that letter he would still
do it. After all, he was her lawyer, not his and there was no way to make him
tell thanks to attorney-client privilege. Therefore, he was, for the first time
in his life, at a disadvantage to another human being.
Grinning like the cat that ate the mouse, she leaned against the entertainment
center and looked at him, eyes dancing. “Like I said, you are going to be doing
what you were going to make me do so get undressed.”
Glaring at her, he slowly pulled his clothes off until he was standing there,
naked, in front of her.
With a detached look, she scanned his nude body then sat on the bed and stroked Roscos’ head. “Come suck his cock Daddy. Now!” She said, voice razor sharp.
Gritting his teeth, he walked over to the bed and kneeled down. Running his hand down the dogs sheath until he found the knot. Putting his hand on it he started to rub it back and forth, like you would jerk off a human male, until his glistening, reddish-pink cock stared to emerge. Stealing himself against the revulsion that was about to intensify he wrapped his mouth around the dogs cock and started to suck on it. It tasted disgusting! His stomach was rolling and flipping but he ignored it and continued, watching her.
When his mouth had lowered down onto the dogs’ cock, she peeled her clothes off and leaned against the footboard, running one finger up and down her dripping cunt. It was a very hot sight to watch! She wasn’t sure which was more of a turn on, watching a man suck on a dogs’ cock or taking the man who had done so many mean and disgusting things to her down a few pegs. Which ever it was it was working!
He sucked on the cock until it was rock hard, a deep mottled red and stuck
completely out of its’ sheath, dripping pre-cum. Rosco was thrusting his hips
slightly, a sign that he had succeeded in getting the dog very turned on.”
”That’s good daddy.” She said, eyes twinkling.
He rocked back on his heels and wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand,
fighting to keep the contents of his stomach in place. The taste its self was
disgusting but more than that, the act of sucking the dogs’ cock and giving in
to her left him thoroughly disgusted and humiliated.
Rosco leaned forward and licked his engorged cock then stood up, looking at him before starting to pace back and forth across the bed, his hard cock swinging under him like a sheathed dagger on a fighters belt.
Trissy stroked the dogs’ massive head and looked at her father, grinning
evilly. “Looks like you got him really turned on Daddy.”
Looking back at her, he said nothing but could feel his stomach knot up in a
tight ball and a nervous sweat break out all over his body. Knowing deep in his
gut what she was going to say, he was dreading it.
Staring at him, her grin grew bigger. “You turned Rosco on so you’re going to let him fuck you. So, get up on the bed and get into position.”
Woodenly and with no argument, he crawled onto the bed and got on all fours facing the headboard. Knowing this was going to hurt he racked his brain for the instructions the trainer gave him on how to go about this. After a couple minutes, they came to him and he spread his legs slightly, bowed his back downwards, and dropped onto his forearms. Shutting his eyes, he gritted his teeth and waited. The whole time thinking about ways to get out of this mess and shift the balance of power back to himself. Hot on the heels of that were the thoughts of what he was going to do to her and how he was going to make her pay for this outrage.
Seeing the position he was in Roscos’ training took over. Ambling over he nosed his asshole and gave it a couple licks before mounting him, paws dangling around his sides. Digging a bit for purchase, hips thrusting madly trying to find the hole.
Shutting his eyes he tried to relax and prepare but nothing could have prepared
him for the hot, searing pain that accompanied the dog cock thrusting into his
tight, virgin asshole for the first time. It was so bad he cried out. However,
there was no time to get used to it or gradually stretch out as the dog thrust
wildly into him, dancing from foot to foot. Tears of pain stung his eyes as his
pucker was dilated rudely open as far as it would go. His breath was coming in
great gulping gasps, fingers dug into the
mattress so tightly the knuckles and nails were bone
white. The humiliation he was feeling manifested its self as a red blush
all over his body. Best thing he could do was wait for it to be over so he
could get out to plot his next move.
Watching all this was a huge turn on but more for the reason of taking him down
a peg or two rather than the act its self. The revenge was so sweet after all
the hurtful and mean things he had done to her. Then an idea downed on her that
made her grin so big it was maniacal. There was one thing he mentioned a lot
that he hadn’t forced her to do yet but it turned him on to no end yet totally
disgusted her. Getting up she walked to the head of the bed and got on her
hands and knees in front of him, her ass stuck right in his face. “Lick my
asshole Daddy.”
Unsure what she was up to he started to do as she said the best he could while
being jarred around by the dogs incessant pounding. This wasn’t so bad at
least, it was something he could easily deal with.
His tongue felt very good on her little hole but she didn’t allow it to distract her. Pushing and straining, she tried to move her bowels.
When she felt her tight sphincter open around
his tongue the horror of what she was going to do hit him and he pulled his
mouth away quickly.
Looking over her shoulder at him she snarled, “Put your mouth back there and eat
my shit! Now Daddy!”
Reluctantly and with growing disgust at himself, he put his mouth back to the
straining opening and opened it, eyes shut, tears of pure rage and shame welling
in his eyes.
Straining, she pushed a couple medium sized turds into his mouth then made him lick the opening clean before ordering him to eat them.
For a few brief minutes, he forgot all about the dog assaulting his ass as he was forced to chew and swallow her shit, his stomach revolting. However, he kept the gorge in place after her threat that if he puked he would lick that up as well. He shut his eyes and stayed in place, utterly disgusted. The foul taste of her shit lingered in his mouth and he didn’t think he would ever get rid of it. Shit was smeared all over his face as well and every time he inhaled its dusky odor assailed his nostrils. He didn’t think it could get any worse.
He was dead wrong about that because in a couple minutes an immense, searing
pain assaulted his ass, making him cry out. It felt like someone had stuffed a
beach ball up there then inflated it to its maximum size. Rosco had just
knotted with him and it hurt tremendously. When the
dog started to tug on the knot and try to pull it out it felt as though he was
going top pull his whole asshole out as well.
He was tied with the dog for 10 excruciatingly painful minutes until the knot
shrunk enough to be pulled out. He then clenched his swollen and sore ass shut
at her order to hold all the dog cum inside then had to flop over onto his back.
Straddling his face, she made him lick her clit until she had a mind-blowing orgasm. Then she made him open his mouth and pissed in it, making him swallow all her golden nectar. Grabbing her nightgown, she slipped into it then grabbed Roscos collar and led him outside after an admonition to him to stay put.
Lying there, he was overwhelmed with a deep rage so powerful that he shook all over and tears leaked from his eyes.
She came back in a few minutes with a napkin full of something and a wicked grin
on her face. Ordering him out of bed, she then had him bend over the edge of
it. She then pushed whatever was in that napkin deep into his still sore ass.
When he straightened up, she was laughing uproariously. Looking up at him, smirking, she said, “That was one of Roscos turds I shoved up your ass. You get to sleep with that and his cum up there along with my shot all over your face because I forbid you to clean up.” Then she dismissed him from her room like an errant child.
Late that night he lay still in his bed filled with a deep revulsion at
himself. His asshole still throbbed and hurt and every time he thought of the
dog turd and cum in his ass and her shit on his face he wanted to weep or beat
her senseless. Unable to sleep he spent the night plotting and planning.