She had invaded his dreams once again, as she had nearly every night for the past two weeks, this time even more vividly. He once again tasted her and explored her smooth inner walls of flesh with his tongue. He was once again breathlessly, hopelessly straining for her, craving her soft warmth wrapped around his tortured, imprisoned member.
But even in his dreams he was denied that ultimate pleasure. Even in his dreams, he was forbidden the relief he so desperately craved from his lustful insanity, which had grown exponentially over the past month. And upon awakening, he would once again be called upon to serve his beautiful, ever powerful step daughter, now his Princess, tending to her every need and impulsive whim. The dreams amplified that call, creating a residual hangover that flashed electric images of Madison’s quivering, climaxing body through his mind at regular intervals throughout the day.
Madison was oblivious to just how deeply and complexly that especially intimate night had affected daddy. And she felt no regret for using what was just a momentarily available sex toy to her. But she didn’t need daddy for that. In fact, upon reflection, she was kind of grossed out by it. Since that night, she forbade him from any explicit sexual expression, whether verbal or physical. For now at least, he was firmly reconsigned to his primary, purer role as step father, like nothing had ever happened.
The closest he got to feeling Madison was her ever so slightly lingering, soft kisses on the side of his mouth, as if she placed them so carefully. Even this was enough to make him close his eyes and moan inwardly as his cock secretly and shamefully bulged in its tight, metal jacket. That straitjacket was her reassurance that he would never be allowed a full erection for her again, now knowing how obsessed he was with his own step daughter, in all the wrong ways.
This complete suppression of primal need was at moments almost too intense for daddy to bear. But somehow he was able to harness and divert that bursting sexual energy towards serving his Princess – something he had just as desperately come to crave, much to Madison’s delight.
It was another day of dutiful chores for daddy. On the list of Madison’s demands was that he would pick up her room while she was out, along with taking care of her laundry and preparing her lunch and dinner. A more specific demand was that he hand wash her panties and bras. This was just one of Madison’s deviously evil streaks. As well as being better for the fabric, she knew he wouldn’t be able to resist smelling her, and the product of her self pleasure, on her delicate garments. But she also knew it would result in ball strangling pain – something daddy complained about several times over the past weeks before she sternly and disgustedly shutdown his protest. She saw it as an ironic punishment for the transgression that got him locked up in the first place. It had at least now become a source of wry amusement for her.
Madison returned for lunch as expected, whisking through the door with a confident, commanding energy. Daddy turned to acknowledge her presence, with a determined look of remaining on schedule.
“Five minutes, Princess”
Madison exhaled a frustrated sigh.
“It should be on the table. And also, you didn’t respond to my text…”
Daddy remembered he left his phone on charge in his room while taking care of the chores. He hadn’t looked at it all morning. Madison gave him no more than three seconds to get flustered.
“…I told you that Sabrina was coming over for lunch and you need to make enough for her too. Tut. You know I expect a reply within 10 minutes!”.
Before daddy could collect his futile excuses, Sabrina appeared through the open door. She looked incredible as usual. Daddy’s every encounter with her, especially now in his heightened state of arousal, mainly involved a conscious effort to avert his ravenous eyes from her wonderfully large, full breasts, at least when her eyes were on him. Her tight, scoop necked shirt hugged her mounds and exposed the deep cleavage that made many men “talk down” to her. She considered these men as nothing more than pigs, and Madison’s stepfather was certainly considered one of their farmyard companions.
Madison glared at daddy.
“Well? What do you say?”
“Sorry Princess. Sorry Sabrina. I’ll have it ready right away”
Daddy had learned not to bother protesting something so mildly inconvenient. After all, and as Madison had made clear to him, he had a lot to make up for and she would be constantly evaluating his behaviour. It helped of course that daddy was still under a cloud of submissive, horny shame over everything that had happened. He also could not lift himself out of a weakened, servile state in the presence of such beautiful women.
Sabrina wore her usual, mockingly devilish grin as she took her seat at the table. Both her and Madison were immediately on their phones while daddy doubled his efforts at the kitchen counter. Sabrina’s eyes suddenly lit up in response to a notification.
“Oh my god, I got another $500 sub on my fan page! Haha! Yesssss. Pay me, pig!”
Madison laughed in a congratulatory spirit.
“Drinks are on you tomorrow then, bitch”
They both giggled gleefully.
All around these girls were simps, perverts, losers and accomplished men with more money than their horny brains knew what to do with. Sabrina expertly exploited every solitary drop of cum waiting to be jerked off by these thirsty animals. She even had a collection of keys sent in by those men desperate to be kept locked in chastity by a busty, mean Goddess.
But one of the keys in her possession was for a different purpose, albeit from the same degrading sentiment. It was daddy’s key, entrusted with her by Madison, and she made sure to wear it proudly on her neck chain every time she came around to Madison’s house. Yes, it was Madison’s house now, and this key secured the cage of her pet.
Daddy already knew Sabrina was the keyholder to his manhood. He had passed the point of begging for it. Still, seeing it there once again, resting safely in the valley of her squishy charms, the humiliation never failed to wash over him.
He couldn’t restrain his curiosity. So she had a fan page. That means he could potentially see more of her forbidden fruit. His mind was racing with all the images and videos that might adorn her members only page. Bouncing, clapping, squeezing, sucking… who knows what? He had to see them in all their natural glory. He had to find her profile. His cock instantly hardened, the ring of the cage pulling on his impossibly swollen, blue balls. A now all too familiar discomfort.
He was suddenly jolted back to reality.
“Daddyyy!! We’re hungryyy!! Hurry upyyy!!”
Madison’s bossy demands had also become fuel for his eye wateringly restrained hard-on. She was so confidently assertive like her mom, his ex wife, but with an irresistibly youthful brattiness. It drove him crazy.
There was a feeling of suspense in the air once they were all finally seated for lunch. Madison cleared her throat, ready to kill it.
“So, daddy, I was meaning to tell you. Sabrina is looking to move out of her parents’ place. But she doesn’t want to pay rent and I told her we have a spare room that she can use.”
Daddy held his fork inches from his open mouth.
“She’ll be staying here from Sunday. You’ll need to be free to take her stuff in from her car”.
This was unbelievable. This was his house! How dare this entitled…
“…Princess, I… I think we should talk about this… I mean…”
Madison and Sabrina looked at each other with equally cold expressions before Sabrina raised her eyebrows. Madison then turned to daddy, with her own raised brows.
“Daddy, it’s happening. There’s enough space here and she’s my best friend so I think you should just shut the fuck up and accept it, ok?”
Not for the first time, daddy was dumb struck. Madison was demanding enough, but to live with her attractive, bratty friend who also held his key and essentially despised him flooded his mind with impotent rage. He imagined all his service and sexual frustration doubled and pushed way beyond its limits. He broke down.
“Please girls, this is too much. I can’t do this any more. Sabrina, I can’t let you move in with that key around your neck. It’s… too weird.”
The girls looked at each other once again, this time with a bubbling fury. Madison was about to take the lead but Sabrina, placing a sedating hand on Madison’s arm, took the floor. She abruptly approached daddy and grabbed his chin, forcing his head up so he had to look into her eyes above the tempting cleavage that was spilling out as she leaned over him.
“Don’t you EVER fucking mention that key again you dirty old pig. It belongs to US now and you will accommodate both of us completely! Do you understand?”
“DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND, PIG?”
Daddy stared into her manic yet intensely seductive eyes for several seconds, heart racing and completely paralyzed by the situation.
“Y-yes I understand”.
Madison’s mouth was open in pure awe of Sabrina’s forceful dominance, curling slightly into a smile. In that moment she loved her best friend more than ever.
Sabrina unleashed her grip with a dismissive yank and strutted off to the bathroom as if she now owned the place. There was an awkward silence at the table. Daddy’s head was down. His leaking cock would have been helplessly up if only it were free. He couldn’t help it. Madison took no pity.
“Good. You have two days to prepare her room. Fresh sheets. Fresh flowers. Empty closet. Every inch of that bathroom sparkling clean. Don’t you dare upset her.”
Madison was invigorated by her best friend’s energy. But she also had her own unique way of dealing with things, like the “good cop” in the familiar dynamic. She walked over to daddy and lifted his drooped head, far more gently than Sabrina did. She morphed into her “daddy’s little angel” persona.
“Thank you dada. I love you”, she gently whispered, before leaving him to clear up both the table and his broken mind, with a soft kiss on his sweating forehead as parting gratitude. He loved her too, with every twisted fibre of his being. He realised in that moment he would truly do anything for his Princess.
Sunday came around too soon for daddy. Although, thankfully, he had been able to prepare her room as requested, he had barely been able to mentally prepare himself for the Brat Queen’s big move in. Yet here she was, as sure as day follows night. The previous two nights she too had found her way into his dreams, or nightmares, whichever way you look at it. Now he had to live with a demanding duo of irresistible young women, who would before long surely mould him into mindless slave putty. He couldn’t help but silently rage in horny frustration at the whole predicament.
That evening, following a few celebratory house warming cocktails, served by daddy of course, Sabrina retired to her room to work on her fan page with renewed, alcohol fuelled vigor. Ten minutes later, Madison received a text from Sabrina requesting daddy to bring up the remainder of her drink. Already she was using him as her butler. Daddy complied, again with the logic that keeping her sweet will at least keep the peace.
“Sabrina”. Daddy knocked gently on her bedroom door so as not to startle her. “I have your drink”.
“Come in”. Sabrina had already made herself comfortable, laid on the bed with bare feet, toes wriggling in their freedom from her sweaty pumps. Her laptop was open, the screen glowing on her soft, pretty face. Daddy followed the outline of her curvaceous shape from her calves, up her thick but firm thighs, to her large, protruding ass, slightly exposed from her ridden up shorts. Her breasts were bulging almost obstructively between her arms as she tapped the keyboard.
“Put it on the side”. Sabrina dismissively pointed to the bedside table. Daddy’s eyes were feasting on her while her attention was on the screen, imagining the ecstasy of his cock erupting in and over her as he furiously groped her delicious curves.
“Wait”. Sabrina half closed the laptop and pulled herself to the edge of the bed. She was now looking up at daddy, straight faced with eyes locked on him. He would have had the perfect view of her cavernous cleavage if his eyes were free to gawp. He didn’t risk it. She would surely unleash hell if she caught him, yet again.
“Listen to me. I know you think I’m a total bitch…” Wait, was this a rare moment of self reflection from Sabrina?
“…but I don’t care. I always get what I want. Especially from men. You’re slowly realising that, aren’t you?”
Sabrina leaned towards the draw and took out the key, dangling and swaying it over her glorious tits in hypnotic fashion.
“This is the last time you’ll see it. Don’t panic, I’m not planning on destroying it. Yet.”
Her softly speaking lips were as hypnotic as the swinging key before him. His burning, throbbing, needy erection was firmly held down and invisible to Sabrina.
“First, I need you to show me that you respect me. So why don’t you get down and kiss each of my toes, now”. There was no need for her to waste any time with this. And daddy was in no position to make her wait.
He sank to his knees, his brain blended to mush in her presence. He could smell her slightly vinegary, day-old stale sweat as his nose grazed the top of her right foot, before pursing his lips to kiss each perfectly pedicured nail from her little to big toe. The kisses were so delicate she could barely hear the smack of his lips. Her left foot slid over to meet her right, clearing his path of ultimate submission, this time from big to little toe. He was in the lowest position possible, her feet flat against the floor. This was a symbolic test for Sabrina. If a man would unquestionably do this, chances are he would do pretty much anything. She sat there with a smug sense of satisfaction.
But she also couldn’t help but get turned on seeing her best friend’s step father reduced to this. Her clitoris tingled slightly, causing her to quickly exhale and inhale through her nose. Her raw power was once again confirmed and, along with her increasingly successful business venture, she felt unstoppable, godly. She took another sip of her drink.
“Hmm. Good boy. Maddy would be so proud of you. But don’t worry, we’ll keep this between just us. Daddy’s girl needs to feel special too.”
There was a slightly mocking tone to that last sentence. But this was just Sabrina’s sassiness. She had been Madison’s loyal friend since middle school and was excited to share a home with her. Everything was looking rosy.
She stood, daddy still nosing her feet, ashamed to let her see his equally rosy, pathetic face. She slid her feet gracefully out from underneath him and headed to the en suite bathroom.
Daddy slowly rose up, letting his scattered, horny thoughts settle into something coherent. Wait. The laptop. Her profile. Time was already running out as soon as he realised. Was he really going to do this? He didn’t even need to think about it. He pulled up the screen and there was her username, crowning the top of the page – RinasFarm – no doubt a reference to her collection of loyal, caged paypigs. He didn’t have time to peek at any content, hearing the toilet flush and returning the screen to its original position.
Sabrina’s emerging presence was all the more intimidating, given daddy’s secret violation.
“What are you still doing in here? Waiting for a second helping? Run along! I have work to do!”
Daddy made a sharp exit, like one of her tortured creatures set free. But he wasn’t free. Not from Sabrina. Not from Madison. Not from his aching, backed up, obsession fuelled male desire.
He composed himself and returned to the kitchen. Madison was talking on the phone to what sounded like one of her love interests. She had a more submissive, coy persona when speaking with boys to whom she was attracted. Unlike Sabrina, who could glare a man into stone before crushing his balls into powder with one squeeze, Madison was far more agreeable and vivaciously light in the right company. But it was a side of her that daddy only got to see passing glimpses of.
Madison hung up, sighed through a cute smile and squealed like she’d seen a new born kitten, signalling good news about her date. She was adorable. But once again daddy could only stew in hot jealousy at what those boys had access to.
“Daddy. I’m going up. Tuck me in”. It was time for pure daddy again. Far from the dirty dog that had just been at her best friend’s feet. The juxtaposition of roles now in his life was exhausting. But he couldn’t deny his girl her usual, innocent bed time comforts. The fact she still valued his attention at bed time after his perverted violations was reassuringly heart swelling.
Madison’s long day put her to sleep within ten minutes of hitting the pillow, coaxed into her slumber by daddy’s head stroking and hushes. He adjusted her covers and she turned to her side to hold her stuffy, releasing a gentle coo. In that moment he forgot about the self proclaimed bitch across the hallway and silently fawned over his favourite girl, with genuine purity.
Daddy would resist searching up RinasFarm that night. It would, after all, only serve to torture him. Right now, everything was quiet, serene and he could drift off with some degree of comfort between his legs.
But what a difference twenty four hours would make. Music blared from Sabrina’s room. Madison was making a TikTok in hers, showing off a new workout… and herself. The upstairs of the house was buzzing with activity. He should have waited until the quiet hours again. He should have. But he had been thinking obsessively about Sabrina all day. It didn’t help that her laundry was thrown in with Madison’s. She had her own alluring scent that daddy couldn’t even hesitate to inhale, much to his subsequent shame. Add to that the previous night’s foot worship giving him a taste of her that would inevitably revisit him.
But he needed another of his senses satisfied. Just one peek to kill his curiosity. He closed his bedroom door and fired up his computer. It took him thirty seconds to find Sabrina’s profile – a scrolling reel of blurred out images and videos of her potential nudes, locked behind a pay wall. He throbbed in anticipation. Unbeknown to her, he was about to become one of her paypigs.
He was presented with three choices – $50, $200 and $500, each tier offering a deeper exploration into her world. Only the $500 tier would grant him access to her nudes, however. She wasn’t stupid, that’s for sure. And she had far too much dignity to show daddy her nude body in the flesh. He couldn’t risk spying on her. She would destroy him.
So without further ado, the credit card details were entered and the digital padlock was about to be released. He was just one click away.
“Hey piggy!”
Sabrina waltzed into his room like privacy had gone out of fashion.
“I need my clothes. Did you wash them?”
“Yes, they’re in the dryer”
Sabrina didn’t exactly consider this the five star service she expected when she moved in. She spoke to him like he was simple.
“Well GO. AND. GET. THEM. THEN. Dummy… wait. What are you on there for?”
Sabrina recognised the familiar site template on his large monitor screen. Daddy swivelled back in his chair to grab the mouse and close the incriminating window – something he would have done sooner if he hadn’t have been startled by Sabrina’s entrance.
“Ohhh nonono. No you don’t”
Sabrina was lightning fast, and strong. She grabbed the back rest of his wheeled chair with both hands and launched him safely away from the desk.
“Let’s see here. Haha, what do you think you’re gonna get out of this? Bluer balls?” She scoffed at him through her laughter.
Daddy put his head in his hands, praying she didn’t clock the username on the payment form.
But of course she saw it. It’s a detail she was looking for, but out of curiosity rather than expecting to see it was her top tier services he was about to pay for. Sabrina’s face dropped.
“Oh. My. God. You’re kidding me. STAY THERE!”
Sabrina poked her head around the bedroom door to call into the hallway.
“MADDY! MADS! COME HERE!”
She turned to daddy and gave him a disdainful squint and stiff pout. Madison scuttled across the hallway sensing the worrisome tone.
“You ok?? What is it?”
“LOOK at what your step father was about to do”. Madison’s eyes hunted over the screen until she found the username.
“Wait. Isn’t that… that’s your account isn’t it? DADDY! WHAT THE FUCK!”
Daddy was once again in an inescapable, indefensible position. I mean, what would you say?
“I was just… I… (sigh)”
He had nothing. Sabrina and Madison could barely contain their fury.
“How did you find my username?? Because I sure as hell wouldn’t tell you it. TELL ME!”
“…I opened your laptop last night while you were in the bathroom”. While honesty, daddy thought, wasn’t going to save him from being skinned alive, it would at least move things on from the interrogation phase as quickly as possible.
The girls continued to fume. Not only was he about to objectify a young girl living under his roof, he had also severely violated her trust by peeping at her laptop in her private space.
“What were you even doing in her room??” Madison asked him, clearly upset.
Before daddy could relay the sequence of last night’s events, Sabrina slapped him hard across the face.
“RIGHT. Mads, wait here. This little piggy’s gonna pay. In more ways than he expected”
Madison shook her head at daddy in an almost pitying disbelief.
“You’ve really fucked it this time daddy. I hope she beats your ass. I ain’t gonna stop her. You deserve what you get”
Sabrina returned holding various implements, angrily throwing them on the bed. Daddy checked the inventory to his horror – a large dildo, some kind of harness, a roll of tape and a paddle. Ironically it looked like the preparations for some kinky fan page video. But it wasn’t play time yet.
Sabrina once again grabbed his face and leaned in, this time squeezing his cheeks hard enough to temporarily deform his mouth.
“First, you are going to pay me. But this will be a special subscription for a very special pig. And this particular sub costs… hmmm… $1000”
Daddy was pale with terror.
“Cashapp or Paypal? Choose one”
“Cashaff”. Still in Sabrina’s tight grip, daddy could barely close his lips to pronounce the “p”.
“Don’t worry Mads, we’ll blow this together. I figure you deserve some compensation too for living with this sex crazed, semen clogged pervert!”
Madison smiled approvingly as Sabrina unhanded daddy’s desperate face and handed him her phone, with cashapp already loaded up through her link.
“Login and send $1000, now”
Daddy reluctantly but necessarily did as he was told.
“Good piggy. Now for your content. Move that shit out the way and lay on the bed, face down”.
As soon as daddy stood up, completely surrendered to his fate, Madison pushed him on to the bed with all her strength. Completely unprepared, he flopped like a rag doll. Sabrina broke into laughter.
“Good one Mads! Help me get his pants down”
“Girls, please, I’m sorry I’ll do anything”
“Well that’s what you ARE doing, dummy. Now shut the fuck up!”
Daddy was now naked from the waste down, with the exception of his socks and his caged, useless dick pressed against the mattress, still in a futile struggle to grow out of the steel tube.
Sabrina reached for the paddle and gave daddy’s butt a hard “thwack”, causing him to scream in a way Madison had never heard before.
“Oh quiet. That was just a warmup. Hey Maddy…” Sabrina whispered something in Madison’s ear. Daddy heard his beloved step daughter giggle with excitement.
“Ok, I like that idea. I’ll direct. Now gag him with the tape”
Sabrina removed her socks and force fed one to daddy. That familiar smell was now a sweaty taste sensation for him. The aroma flowed through his nostrils, the only way he could breathe.
“Feeding time for piggy! That was easier than I thought it would be. Now hold it there”
She peeled away several inches of tape and pressed it over daddy’s stuffed mouth, before unravelling several times around his head. Daddy let out a muffled choke, Sabrina’s heavy breasts jiggling in her tight top as she leaned over to secure his gag.
“Such a good piggy staying in position for me. But it’ll be more fun if you’re restrained”
The tape was strong enough to twist and tether his wrists to the bed posts. As Sabrina took care of that, Madison took a seat on her daddy’s lower back, paddle in one hand.
“Giddy up horsey… I mean piggy!”
She bounced playfully and paddled daddy’s ass, still glowing hot red from the “warmup”, in sync with her riding rhythm. Daddy let out equally as rhythmic, choked screams.
Finally he was secure and Sabrina stood back to admire her handy work.
“I think piggy’s ready for the main event!”
Sabrina attached the veiny, eight inch, jelly-like dildo to her harness, a ring holding the lipped base in place. She put herself in view of daddy’s manic, bloodshot eyes.
“Now, I know you think I’m a total bitch…” Sabrina recalled her private words to daddy the previous night.
“…and a hot one at that. But I don’t want to damage you. I’m not a cruel bitch”
She reached for the lube, squeezing out a thick slug and started jacking off her cock.
“Mmm. This is what you’ve been craving so bad for so long, isn’t it? Just the chance to stroke your worthless pig dicklet”
Sabrina showed daddy how she would use her hands on a cock much bigger than his – expertly twisting her manicured fingers around the shaft. Teasing the glans at the end. Daddy could almost feel what he was missing. His cage was the tightest it had ever been. Fiery pain was shooting through what little length it allowed. He involuntarily humped the mattress in unresolvable frustration.
“Ah-ah. BAD PIGGY” Madison interjected, along with another smack of the paddle on his raw behind.
“No humping. Stay still like a paralyzed piece of meat. Oh god I wish we could paralyze him somehow. Like in that movie Audition”
Sabrina laughed.
“Wow Mads, you’re fucking dark. I love your mind. Well, we don’t have a cocktail of drugs to inject him with unfortunately. But I have this beautiful, big cock to inject in his anus!”
Daddy, of course, knew this was coming. He closed his eyes awaiting Sabrina’s slow walk around to his posterior. He’d never been pegged before. His ex-wife would have him plugged occasionally, but only as much as his tight hole would allow. What Sabrina held in her hand was on a whole new, much girthier level.
He suddenly felt Sabrina’s lubed finger gently circling his sensitive opening, occasionally pricking it with her sharp nail, sending electric shocks through him. It was maddening. He lurched into the bed.
“Aww I think piggy likes that. Bad! No pleasure for piggy!” She dug her nails hard into his tender butt cheeks, causing him to squeal like the farmyard animal he was now seen as.
Sabrina grew impatient. Without another warning she climbed on the bed, parted daddy’s legs with her knees and began sliding her slick tool into his delicate anal tunnel. Immediately his body tensed up stiff. He released a strangled groan into the dirty sock gag.
“Mmmhm. Iiiin we go” Sabrina taunted. She continued her entry, sliding without any consideration of the extreme discomfort this was causing her subject. Madison walked around to look her pathetic step father in the eyes. She lifted and turned his head towards her as Sabrina began thrusting slowly but rhythmically, her hands rested either side of his upper back.
“How does that feel daddy? Ah-ah keep your eyes open. Look at your Princess. I bet you can feel every single inch fucking you. Imagine how a cock like that would look fucking my mouth”
Madison opened her mouth wide and extended her hot, wet tongue, slowly panting. Daddy responded with a feverish whimper, turned on beyond belief by his step daughter. Sabrina kept fucking him, now prodding against his swollen prostate. He could feel the pressure of his cum load building and building, albeit stimulated from a very unfamiliar and unpleasurable place.
But before he was able at least feel the relief of a prostate milking, Sabrina abruptly pulled out.
“Want a go?” Madison didn’t even have to answer that. She took the harness, strapped herself up, swapping over like a tag team. It was now Sabrina’s eyes daddy was forced to look into, as Madison began her turn in daddy’s stretched anus, faithfully replicating Sabrina’s positioning.
“You wanted to see my nudes so bad didn’t you, old boy? What made you think I’d be ok with that? You’re not even allowed to look at my clothed boobs, let alone see me naked.”
Daddy was in a delirious world of horny, needy pain. Every nerve ending in his ass, nerve endings he didn’t even know existed before, felt like they were being shredded.
“Just look at where it got you. You’re being fucked by your own step daughter. In and out. In and out. And guess what? That cage is now a permanent part of your body. Yeah that’s right you fucking snivelling pervert. You’ll never feel a full erection again.”
Daddy’s eyes grew even wider, another rangeful whimper escaping through his gag. In his current state of manic desperation he could have easily suffered a heart attack from hearing those words. Sabrina leaned in even closer.
“Mhm. That’s right. The only way you’ll ever get to cum again is through your ass.”
Madison wasn’t paying attention to Sabrina’s quietly devastating words. She was having too much fun punishing her step father in a way that made her feel more powerful and in control than ever before. As far as she was concerned, she gave up caring about the key to daddy’s cage the moment she handed it to Sabrina.
Finally, with several extra deep and long held thrusts, the pressure could be contained no more. A thick string of semen pulsed through daddy’s plumbing and spurted on to the bed, followed by several more watery drips. All he felt was a release of pressure and a spasming prostate. Frustratingly for him, there was no orgasm. He snapped, desperately trying to hump the dildo deep into him again, completely and tragically lost in his need to cum properly.
But Madison had enough and simply pulled out, grossed out by seeing what she thought was the extent of his pathetic load. Daddy screamed once again, soaked in sweat, tears trickling down his face.
“Ewwww daddy. You’re so disgusting!”
Sabrina wanted daddy to recover a little before she renewed his discomfort. They both left him laying in his horny stupor.
In his delirium, daddy could hear distant, reverberating giggles, likely coming from Madison’s room. Then, after only what seemed like five minutes, he heard his phone ping with a message. The girls walked in seconds later.
“You got a message daddy. Hey I think your content has finally been delivered!”
Madison held daddy’s phone up before his eyes. On the screen, in all its high definition glory, was the playback of his torment, with close-ups of all the gory details. Madison was proud of her work.
“You know, Sabrina, I think this is too good to be exclusive. I know he paid a lot for it, but I think it would be appreciated by all your $500 subs”
Sabrina couldn’t have agreed more. She was already devising title bait for it to attract new subs. Maybe offer a 10 second teaser.
“What do you think, piggy? How about I make you famous while you make me and Maddy rich? Deal?”
Daddy always wondered if there was a lower level of humiliation hell he could possibly descend to.
He had now found it, and the scene had been immortally set.
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