I’ve picked up the primitive, instinctive ability usually found in prey creatures to warn of predators during our short time together. The sound of approaching footsteps brings me out of my doze to full alertness in a single second. Denied the use of my eyes, both by the bag over my head and by the fact I’m shut up inside your fucking closet, my ears strain to pick out sounds I can use to fill in the details. It’s definitely two pairs of feet. Your steps are light and gentle. The other steps are heavier and almost certainly belong to a man.
I listen to you tell your companion that your husband is gone for the weekend and that you’ve waited a long time to fuck him on your marital bed. Your voice is quite clear despite the muffling effect of the bag on my head and the closet door. Your promise of a treat for him when he’s given you what you need sends a cold spike into my soul. I have a very good idea what that treat might be and the thought of enduring yet more degrading sex at the hands of one of your friends doesn’t fill my heart with fluffy fucking bunnies.
The man’s reply gives me pause. His voice is weirdly familiar. He seems to know you quite well judging from the way he expects the treat you have in store for him to be a dirty one. The sound of your voices falls away to be replaced with the wet smack of lips colliding and the soft noises made as clothes are stripped away and cast to the floor. The bed creaks under the combined weight of the two of you climbing up onto it. There’s a brief pause where the only sounds are too muted for me to identify and then you start moaning loudly as the bed springs begin to sing.
The sound of skin slapping against skin, the rhythmic squeak of bed springs and your wanton moans fill my world. You’re panting and talking to him as he fucks you, listening to your exchange makes me burn with outrage. You’re not just cheating on your own husband. You’re fucking a married man, demanding he tell you how much better you are than his wife.. and he’s doing it. He’s fucking you and calling his wife a bitch, telling you that you’re so much hotter, so much tighter and so much sexier than her. You’ve accused me of being a homewrecker and you’ve punished me horribly for it when the whole time you’re worse than I ever thought to be.
You’re a hypocritical fucking slut.
The noises you’re both making build in intensity and volume, reaching a peak when he grunts that he’s going to cum and then hisses in pain because you clawed his back with your fingernails. You’re the kind of woman who marks her territory as the welts and bruises on my body can attest. The noise created by the carnal collision of your bodies fades. Now I detect nothing but the sound of heavy breathing. I wish I could drift back to sleep but I remember your hint that the man would get a treat and fear of finding myself in the role of treat keeps me from escaping into any kind of slumber. I can just imagine you curled up next to him with your hand on his cock stroking him back to life so you can watch him fuck me. All I can do is wait and pray you have some other treat in mind.
I’m not sure how long I spend praying but eventually you demonstrate in no uncertain terms that a higher power isn’t coming to help me and that my prayers are useless. You ask if he’s ready for his surprise and when he answers in the affirmative you climb off the bed and pad across the bedroom floor to the closet where you decided to store my bound, gagged and hooded body. You pull the closet door open and then my world spins on its axis the wrong fucking way.
The married man who so recently raised you up on a pedestal and demeaned his wife as he rammed his cock into you. Who called you a kinky girl and asked if I was another toy found in a BDSM personal ad. It’s not what he says that rocks me. It’s the fact that now the door is open I can hear his voice more clearly and I just placed where I’ve heard it before. It’s a voice I’ve heard my entire life. One as familiar as my own. A voice belonging to the man who still occasionally calls me Princess.
The voice of my father.
I’m furious and ashamed of him. I’m near psychotic with hatred for you. I know now why you bound me so very securely and made sure to gag me and cover my head. Your hand cracks down on the cheek on my ass but the pain barely registers through my disgust. What does register is you calling me your little fuck toy for the weekend and then telling him to go ahead and take a turn.
*No, no, no, no, no, no. Not that. Please not that. Not with him. Not with my Daddy.*
The sound of his footsteps toward me fills me with dread, I can feel his eyes on me like laser beams as he admires the markings you’ve decorated my body with. There’s a malicious glee in your tone now as you comment that while I still need a lot of training I’m still a pretty good fuck toy. My earlier thought that it couldn’t get any worse comes back to haunt me when he questions if it’s okay to use my asshole. I haven’t had anyone fuck me there before. Nothing bigger than my fingers has ever been in that particular hole. I would have been happy to gift the last of my innocence, my last virgin hole to your husband if he wanted it but the idea of having it taken by my own father is enough to make me wish I was dead.
The touch of my dad’s hands on my body makes my skin crawl but it soon becomes so much worse. He’s rubbing the head of his cock over my tight little puckered hole, lubing it with the mixture of cum and pussy juice that remains on his dick after fucking you. The same strong masculine hands that held me tight and reassured me that nothing would ever hurt me are now used to pull my cheeks apart, spreading and forcing my asshole to open. He spits into my hole and then lines his cock up starts to force it inside me. I’m mewling and screaming into my ball gag, trying desperately to let him know who’s asshole he’s trying to fuck but he’s utterly blind to the possibility that it could be his own daughter. He lets out that warm chuckle of his and comments on how very tight I am as he relentlessly works away behind me. He pushes the head of his cock through the ring of muscle guarding my entrance then with a firm grip on my quivering body, he slams his hips forward while pulling me back onto him, burying himself to the root inside me so his balls slap against my bald mound.
He’s already cum once tonight so it takes a long time for him to finish. Every single powerful thrust of his hips ends with me impaled on his dick and he’s so fucking big, I had no idea my dad was so well hung. He misinterprets my screams, perhaps taking them as signs of enjoyment. He spanks me hard as he ruins my asshole and then he really gets into his stride. He’s slam fucking me in the ass and straightening out my colon as he does it. Gradually as my asshole loosens up around his shaft, the pain becomes tolerable. It still hurts like a bitch but the metronomic slap of his heavy balls hitting my pussy is almost more than I can stand. He’s sending me to a place I really don’t want to go.
I can only hope he finishes soon. I don’t want to cum from this sickest of violations and it has nothing whatsoever to do with your stupid no orgasms without permission rule. I can’t bear the thought of cumming with my daddy’s cock in my asshole but as usual with my orgasms I don’t have much say in the matter. Also as usual my hopes are dashed. My daddy fucks into me over and over again until the slap of his balls on my cunt sends me into a soul destroying climax. The feeling of my asshole clenching around his plundering cock sends him into a frenzy. He pile drives himself into me as he grows impossibly bigger inside me. He stiffens and grunts then he hammers at me as his balls empty, hot ropes of incestuous cum shooting out of his cock and painting my insides. I can feel the warmth of it in my belly and it makes me feel like I’ll never be clean again.
He drags his softening manhood out of my hole and watches as my ass flutters and tries to close then he hoists himself to his feet using my back as a convenient place to push down on. Without another word you slide the closet door closed and through the sound of my own broken sobbing I hear the two of you leave the bedroom.
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