6 comments/ 16418 views/ 15 favorites Insomnia Ch. 01 By: DarkFantasy56 The bedroom clock showed 2:36 AM. The red numbers glowed brightly, as if to mock her. It seemed hopeless to even try to sleep. She had tried everything but all the effort just made her more tense and restless. She just finished reading the novel that she expected to last over the coming week. The old sure fire sleep aid, a hot cup of tea hadn't even worked to make her sleepy. The whole lot of recent events in her life seemed to be working against her at this particular moment. Having the car breakdown on the highway was bad enough, but to miss an important management meeting yesterday morning left her with new problems; All this at a time when things in her personal life seemed to be coming apart at the seams. The knock down drag out fight with her former boyfriend really troubled her. She found herself re-living the events of the day and worried about the new problems of tomorrow. Carol crawled out of bed to get a drink of water. Walking to the kitchen, she noticed the glow of light through a window behind the shrubs at the new neighbor's house. She had never seen a light in that basement before, .The shadows moving through the light made it flicker behind the shrubs. She thought nothing of it as she filled a glass with water from the tap at the kitchen sink. On her way back to the bedroom, she noticed the faint glow of candles through a corner of one of the basement windows. She paused to look as she sipped the water. A slight view of the basement was visible through the gap where the curtains came together. The sight of a woman who appeared to be naked caught her attention. The breeze made the curtains flutter and had parted them just enough for her to catch a better glimpse of a figure whose arms were bound with thick rope coiled neatly around them and held over her head. As Carol stared at the mysterious figure the woman bent down and vanishing out of sight. She set the glass down on a nearby end table and stepped outside onto the deck for a better view. The cool breeze felt cool on her lightly clad body. Carol shivered. She had never been one to peek through windows but this was too curious and intriguing to disregard. Once on the deck, she could feel the heavy air movement, suggesting an approaching storm. The sky was star-less as she glanced up, noticing the billowing storm clouds. At first she thought the sound she heard faintly was just the wind, but then she realized that the rhythmic whooshing sound was too loud and regular to be the breeze. The sound was punctuated with soft whimpers. Without even thinking about how she was dressed, she found herself on the grass, sauntering closer to the neighbor's yard and the open window. The sod had just recently been laid in the new yard, making the grass feel spongy beneath her bare feet. All she really knew about him was that he was a single professional man, perhaps in his mid-thirties. He had caught her attention when she first saw him with the realtor. He was strikingly handsome she thought and seemed charismatic in the way he carried himself when dealing with the real estate agent. The flickering shadows of an individual moving about could be seen against the far wall. She moved closer until her face was nearly against the window screen. One of the sounds clearly was that of muffled moans. The other sound seemed to have stopped. She tried to see more but could only see the shadows of a vertical figure holding something resembling a multi-stranded whip, dangling from one hand. The rumble of distant thunder could be heard all around her. Suddenly feeling embarrassed to be peeking in the neighbor's window; she decided to quietly return to her own home. She noticed the "3:10" on the clock as she returned to bed. Her mind was racing now in spite of the utter exhaustion of her body. She fantasized about how it might feel like to be dominated by a man like her new neighbor. His tall physique standing over her, controlling her and having hos way. She ran her hand over her bottom, wondering how it would feel to be spanked or whipped. She hoped to meet him soon to get to know him better and see what he was really like. The buzzer of the alarm was merciless when it came alive at 6:30. She struggled to remember which button was for snooze. Still in a dream state, she could remember her dream about being in the throes of her dark and strangely sexy neighbor. She felt a bit of relief that it was just a dream but yet the thoughts of being under his control us titillating as well. The cloaked figure stood over her with a menacing look. She was unable to move... The drone of the alarm eventually freed her from the grip of her captor ten minutes later when it sounded again. Crawling out of bed she headed for the shower. The images from a few hours ago remained firmly etched in her brain. Standing naked in the shower, Carol continued to fantasize about being naked before the mysterious man. When the water coming from the shower head suddenly cooled off she realized that she needed to move along quickly. She had made arrangements for a friend to drive her to work today because one of her current problems included car trouble. She rushed to get ready for work. Carol waited at the front door for her ride to work. The skies looked ominous, ready to open with a sudden morning downpour. Glancing next door, she noticed a woman leaving the house. The woman opened the door to a car parked in the driveway then gingerly lowered herself into the driver's seat. Carol's surveillance was interrupted when her friend, Barb pulled into the driveway, blocking the view of the neighbor's guest. They chatted on the way to the office but her mind continued to drift to her unusual night. It was not until they pulled into the parking lot at work that her thoughts returned to the more urgent matters of the workplace. Lacking vitally needed sleep; she took a deep breath before entering the building. The rain began to beat against the large office windows as she arrived at her desk. Tired from the start, Carol somehow managed to make it through the dreary and non eventful workday. The gloomy skies and steady rain seemed to bring out the worst in everyone at the office. Just as she was about to leave for the day, Barb called to tell her that she had to stay at work another hour or two. Fortunately, there was a city bus whose route was somewhat convenient for getting home. Carol decided to take the bus home rather than wait for her girlfriend. The unrelenting rain beat against the bus windows at times on the drive home. Riding in the bus felt somewhat more secure in this stormy weather. The quiet on the bus allowed her to relax a little and mull over the events of the past week. Her thoughts returned to the sights from early that morning. The man next door intrigued her. Perhaps she should introduce herself to the new neighbor. Would bringing him a casserole to welcome him to the neighborhood be too kitschy? The bus came to a stop on her corner. A gust of wind blew rain into her face as she struggled to open her umbrella as she exited the bus. She headed for home at a brisk pace to get out of the nasty weather as soon as possible. A gust of wind caught her umbrella as she headed up her sidewalk, peeling the fabric of the umbrella away from one side of the frame in one sudden burst. She hurried to the front door. The rain seemed to have intensified, blowing sideways and soaking her even under the overhang. She searched through her purse for the house keys. To her horror, she realized that she neglected to bring them since she wasn't driving. She raced to the back door just in case it was unlocked. She was drenched to the skin by the time she found the back door locked as well. Her cat stared helplessly at her through the patio door. She thought about her options. She headed back toward the boulevard to see whether her neighbor across the street was home. Just as she passed the front of her house, a man's voice called out, "Hey there! What are you doing in the rain? Are you locked out?" Turning, she saw that her new neighbor had just pulled up his driveway and stopped along side her. "Yes," she admitted, feeling somewhat embarrassed to meet him this way. "Come on in and get out of the rain," he gestures toward his opening garage door. She followed him into the attached garage as he stepped out of his car. "My you are soaked! How long have you been standing in the rain?" "Not long, I just got here," she answered, feeling very self-conscious as water dripped from her dress onto the garage floor. "First, let's got you dried off. We can figure out how to break into your house later. By the way, I'm John. As you probably knew, I just moved in last week." "Hello. I'm Carol," They shook hands awkwardly as he led her into his house. She could see that he was as gorgeous as had been her first impression, and so nice to her too. "I'll go get a towel for you and be right back. I don't have a lot of clothes in your size but I think we could find a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt that you can wear," he offered as he left her standing alone in the mudroom. He returned quickly with a large towel and a few articles of his clothing. "You can throw your wet things into the drier there if you'd like. Otherwise, you can just hang things on those hooks over there. I'll make us some coffee while you change," he said. "I'll leave you here for some privacy while you change. Come on in to the kitchen when you're ready." He closed the door on his way out of the small room between the kitchen and garage. She was too cold from the water-soaked clothing to argue. She looked around the room as she undressed and dried herself. The smell of new construction permeated the room. Thoughts of what she saw in the basement early that morning raced through her mind. She noticed a pile of bedding in a clothes basket on top of the washing machine. She opened the door to the dryer as she picked up her dress and underwear. His gym shorts were a little loose on her but they would do for now. She chuckled at the logo on his Minnesota Moose hockey jersey that covered her legs down to her knees. She wandered into the kitchen when she had finished changing. He was just pouring two mugs of steaming coffee when she walked up to the snack bar between the kitchen and great room. He smiled at her when he saw her wearing the new outfit. "You make a lovely Moose," he chuckled. She curtsied as it the jersey was her dress. She sat at the snack bar while he stood on the other side. They flirted and got acquainted as they sipped their coffee along with some store bought cookies that he had set on a plate on the counter. The more she saw of his personality and charm the more captivating the activities from the night before seemed. She could feel herself being drawn to him. He was so good to her. Maybe she would invite him over for a nice dinner soon. Before they knew it, it had become dark outside. Looking at the clock on the microwave oven she noticed that it was already after 9:00. She expressed her appreciation, "Thank you very much for your hospitality, but I better be going now." "Have you forgotten that you're still locked out?" he mentioned. Looking out the window, they could both see the steady rain still falling. "Why don't you stay here until morning and we can everything taken care of then?" he suggested. "I have a guest bedroom. Besides, I haven't given you the grand tour of my new house yet. We can call a locksmith in the morning unless you have someone with a spare key." She noticed him smiling at her and she couldn't help smiling back. Tomorrow was Saturday so she didn't need to worry about getting to work in the morning. "Well okay, if you're sure it's not an imposition," she replied. "I haven't given a spare key to anyone so I guess we'll need a locksmith." "No trouble at all. In fact, I was hoping to have some friends over this weekend and meet some of my new neighbors. Now I can scratch that off my to-do list. If you'll excuse me for a few minutes, I'll straighten everything up and make sure the bedroom is ready." He left her at the snack bar as he departed. She noticed a bookshelf in the great room creating a divider between the rooms. She walked over to browse through his books. He was very efficient to already have all of his books unpacked and on the shelves. A drawer below the shelving was partly open. She noticed what looked to be a leather handle stuck between the drawer and the frame. Opening the drawer just enough to tuck the device back in, she was surprised to see a neatly wrapped length of thick rope also in the drawer. Looking more closely, she realized that the leather device in the drawer was some kind of ornate riding crop. Listening and looking to see whether he was returning, she opened the drawer further. Tucked neatly in the middle was a leather harness of some sort with a bright red ball attached. She felt a chill run through her body. She was not familiar with anything like this apparatus but she was pretty sure the ball was made to fit into someone's mouth. She nervously picked up the bondage headgear. Hearing the sound of footsteps, she quickly stuffed the harness and crop back into the drawer and closed it firmly but quietly. "Come with me and I'll show you the place," he said as he approached her. She nervously joined him, wondering whether he saw her snooping in the drawer. "This of course is my great room where I expect to spend a lot of my time when I'm here. I have a vast collection of live recordings from concerts that I was involved with producing. I really enjoy listening to them when I unwind after a hard day at work."" She pondered what other clues might be discovered about the activities of the early morning. She had just recently read a popular book about bondage and had become interested in the idea, but had never actually done anything like that before. She was very curious about how it would feel to be dominated and felt herself becoming aroused at the thought. She wondered how one would broach the subject, especially now that she was in the home of a man who practiced the art - her own neighbor! His descriptions about his possessions seemed to drone in the background as she imagined being bound and dominated by this man. She imagined how his touch might feel on her bare skin as he restrained her helplessly. The house was not overly large, but was finished off very nicely with many built-in features. A huge stone fireplace flanked the two-story great room. The furniture all seemed relatively massive. His bedroom was just around the corner. The first thing to catch her eyes was a king-sized four-post bed with stout posts. She spied two cords, possibly drapery ties coiled on one of the night stands. He didn't spend much time showing her the bedroom and quickly moved to the master bath. Plants surrounded a large whirlpool tub. She noticed the beautiful ornate tile. The tub was adorned with large nickel-finished handles around the platform. They proceeded to the guestroom where she would be spending the night. This room was more modest yet somewhat lavish with a queen-sized bed, dresser and couch. She noticed this bed had four posts too. They came back down the stairs to the main level and returned to where they began in the kitchen. "What about the basement?" she asked. "Oh, nothing but junk and the mechanical stuff down there," he replied nonchalantly. "Would you like something more substantial to eat? We can watch a movie and order a pizza or we could have some wine with crackers...or popcorn," he offered. "Oh, a movie would be fun," she answered. "What movies do you have?" He opened a door with several racks of DVD's in holders on the doors and more inside the cabinet itself. "Take your pick while I get some cheese and crackers and make some popcorn to go with our movie." She saw many titles of popular films that she recognized. The collection was more recent than she would have expected. She chose a suspense thriller that sounded familiar but she wasn't sure whether she had ever seen it. Lifting it from the storage slot she read the back cover to see who was in that movie. It sounded promising. They settled in together on the large stuffed couch, sitting close but mostly watching the movie. She was becoming more comfortable with John. He seemed so nice despite the clues that she had uncovered. She snuggled under the blanket to cover herself with its warmth. He rubbed her leg as she sat close but separated by the blanket. When the movie ended, she crawled out from under the blanket, stood to stretch and noticed that it was past midnight. He could see her yawning and suggested that maybe it was time to get some sleep. He showed her to the guestroom again. She thanked him for all his help and the nice evening. "I get up early so I'll have breakfast ready when you wake up. We can get you back into your house tomorrow morning. I'm sure your cat is missing you." She kissed him goodnight on his cheek before he left her alone, closing the door on his way out. She felt exhausted after the sleepless night and all of the extra commotion of the past week. Slipping out of her temporary clothes, she crawled under the covers. Carol thought about what was down in the basement as she drifted off in the warm bed. A loud clap of thunder woke her from a deep sleep in the early morning hours. She was confused at first by the unfamiliar surroundings but then realized where she was. Lying still and listening, she could see brilliant flashes of lightning followed by loud crashes of thunder. She watched nature's light show through the transom windows above the blinds for a few minutes before rolling over and closing her eyes. Between the noise and the unfamiliar bed, she found it difficult to get back to sleep. After tossing and turning for a while, she decided to visit the restroom and get a drink of water. Slipping into the jersey, she left the bedroom. A nightlight was on in the bathroom, making it easy for her to find the way. She could hear the soft drone of his snoring coming from behind the doors of the master bedroom. The sound of snoring in concert with the steady rain made for an interesting concert. She smiled as she headed into the kitchen area in search of a glass. Passing the door to the basement, her curiosity was rekindled. The images that she thought she saw last night remained fresh in her mind. Opening the door slowly, she spotted the light switch to the basement. All that was visible when she flipped the light on were the stairway walls and railings that made a sharp turn to the right. The walls were finished but the stairs were just plain wood. She glanced back toward the bedrooms upstairs before slipping down to the landing. She was just planning to take a quick peek. The basement was dark except for the light offered by an occasional flash of lightning. A wall was visible at the bottom of the stairs, but nothing else. Venturing a little farther, she turned the corner into the open expanse of the basement. A collection of boxes and miscellaneous exercise equipment could be recognized in the darkness. Waving her arm around in circles in an attempt to find the pull string for a ceiling light fixture, her arm brushed against something dangling from the ceiling. Fumbling in the darkness, she was finally able to locate the string. The scene was quite different than what she expected as the single bulb cast its illumination. To Be Continued... Insomnia Ch. 02 Sophie could not concentrate at all the following day. She placed four wrong orders in the kitchen at work, because all she could think about was washing her hair twice this morning to get daddy's seed out of it, and his ragged, violent words. I'm going to destroy your cunt, he'd groaned. It sounded horrible; his huge cock pounding her, penetrating her, spearing her. Her knees buckled and she had to grab on to the counter top. It would be so painful, but to be full like that...! To be so filled up, so controlled, so... fucked. It was enticing and sickening. It was daddy. Sweet daddy who made her pancakes this morning because she was working a double shift on the hottest day of the year in Louisiana. Sweet daddy who treated her like a princess and always told her to respect her body and save herself for marriage. Sweet daddy who went to church with her and taught her to call authority figures "sir" and "ma'am" and to say please and thank you. Sweet daddy who spied on her in the middle of the night and came on her face. Sweet daddy who took pictures. Something inside Sophie snapped. Maybe it was the hot weather, maybe it was her rebellious nature wanting an adventure before college, or maybe it was just that she wanted to fuck her father. Whatever it was, she ran to the bathroom and shut the door behind her, locking it and collapsing on the floor. She could not rip her shorts off fast enough before plunging her fingers into her soaked panties. She'd resisted touching herself for the past three days, ashamed to be thinking of her father that way. But it seemed now she had no choice. What was the harm if she only masturbated to each other? Nothing so wrong could come of that! "Daddy..." Sophie moaned softly as she circled her clit with her fingers. Though she'd been throbbing, she found it was disappointing to touch herself. She wanted something huge, violent, overpowering. Her sex was dripping with need and her fingers could satisfy her clit, yes, but not the overwhelming need inside of her. Wriggling her middle finger against her clit, it was not long before Sophie came, biting her bottom lip to avoid shouting out. Still, she felt barely satisfied. It would take a lot more than that to get ride of this desire. Sophie knew she was playing with fire when she got into bed naked that night. It was a risk she was not sure she was ready to take; daddy clearly wanted her. She counted on his self-control not to go too far, but what made her trust, she did not know. It was hot, that was her excuse, but she knew that the moment daddy saw her naked in bed she would be in for an exciting night. Sophie did not know if she was more scared or aroused, but the thumping need between her legs, heavy and wet, pushed her onward. She did not fall asleep before daddy came in this time, quiet as a mouse. Mom had gone to bed early complaining of a headache. Perhaps daddy was more excited than usual and that was why he was early, but when the moonlight lit up Sophie's nudity her father was not silent. "Oh, God... you are a little whore aren't you?" he whispered, making her heart thunder. She had never imagined that such a loving man could speak so cruelly to her, but nonetheless it aroused her and drove her wild. Perhaps because he was so kind in all other situations? Whatever it was, she did not mind. "Sleeping naked, tempting daddy..." Expecting him to sit down and begin touching himself again, Sophie was surprised by the quiet that followed. "Mmm," her father murmured. He always had talked to himself when working in the garage or kitchen, funny that he did that in the bedroom too. In the bedroom. It was also funny that the first man she would think of that way would be daddy. "Baby I wish I could just look tonight," he whispered, his voice strained and full of desire. "But I can't." Her breath caught as daddy's hand touched her waist, smooth and uncovered. His fingers slid around her navel, causing shivers to run up her spine. The bed bowed as daddy sat down beside her, gazing down at her breasts, pert from her youth and workouts. "Oh God Sophie," he murmured, his lips kissing all around her areola. "Mmm my baby." His lips closed around her nipple and Sophie bit her lip to avoid crying out. When daddy gently bit on her pink buds, she could not help it. A liquid cry burst forth from her, as jolts of pleasure ran from her nipples before settling between her legs, her pussy dripping with need. Daddy was suckling her, and it was delicious. His hand kneaded the opposite breast as he leaned down over her, his head so close to hers. She kept her eyes closed tight as she felt his teeth close over her nipple, his tongue thrashing around the sensitive flesh. "Uh," she grunted. "Mmmm!" she was ashamed of her wanton desire, her legs already spread wide, but could not control it any more. "Yes baby, yes... if only you knew how daddy wants to fuck you baby, you'd be daddy's fucktoy. I'd lock you up you whore and make you mine, yes I will..." Sophie did not understand what daddy wanted, only that she wanted more. His lips travelled down her stomach and his face settled between her legs. Her clit was pulsating and she could feel it twitching. Daddy inhaled her scent, dipping a finger in her soaked folds. "Oh yes baby," he whispered. "Oh daddy is so happy to see you finally... you are more beautiful than I ever thought. Oh yes, your pussy is mine, you're wet for me. You're wet for your daddy, mmm..." His mouth closed over her, sucking on her throbbing, engorged virgin clit. "OH!" she screamed, unable to control herself as she thrashed against him. She was no longer caring about him noticing her being awake; judging by her father's groan of pleasure, he was past caring if she caught him. As daddy began to eat her pussy, all Sophie cared about was his tongue. "Nn... mmm.... Oh," she cried, trying so hard not to scream for daddy. It grew nearly impossible when he swirled his tongue around her folds, before blading it and making the tip hard, fiddling with her clit. "Mmm cum for daddy let daddy make you cum," he murmured, the vibrations against her sensitive flesh unbearable. "Is my virgin gonna cum?" "Yes!" she screamed as he plunged a finger violently into her, than another. He began fucking her with his fingers while he sucked her clit, causing Sophie to buck against daddy's mouth and grip the headboard for support. "Yes, yes! Oh! Oh! OH! Please don't stop... please... oh DADDY!" she screamed, opening her eyes. "Daddy!!!!" Wave after glorious wave of pleasure wracked through her body like nothing she'd ever experienced, her father's fingers inside her, pushing on her walls, his hot tongue eating her, lapping up and sucking with fervor. The wet noises of his mouth were drowned out by Sophie's moans and grunts and screams. As she finished off, she let out one last: "Oh, thank you daddy." Daddy rose up, his massive erection straining against his boxers. Their eyes met. Sophie, red faced and limp from her orgasm, smiled, unable to feel shame. Daddy had just made her feel so good... how could she have ever doubted this? She shrugged, expecting him to offer a kind of explanation or excuse. She was tired and uninterested in that; all she wanted was for daddy to hold her and to go to sleep. The hunger in his eyes told her he had other ideas. "I'm sorry Soph," Daddy said as he stripped off his boxers. "What?" she whispered, the first words they exchanged outside of her throws of pleasure. "Shh," he said, gathering her hands and pinning them over her head in one of his own. "Daddy, what are you--?" "Shut up," he said. Terror washed through her. Daddy—daddy was gentle and loving! But the vice grip above her head said otherwise, and his rock hard erection spoke volumes. "Daddy, no—" "I said shut up," he said, slapping her. "You tempt daddy like a whore, sleeping naked. You'll get treated like a whore. Daddy's whore. I'm gonna fuck your cunt-" "No," Sophie whimpered. "Yes," daddy said, covering her mouth with his to stifle her scream before plunging his massive cock into her tight, virgin hole. "Oh God Sophie," he said against her, his voice a moan. "Daddy..." she pleaded, her body wracked with sobs. "Mmm..." daddy grunted withdrawing himself from her. Sophie adjusted to the space before he plunged back in. "Eh!" she cried out. "It will only hurt this once," he promised. "You'll like it soon." "Daddy...." She pleaded, not knowing any other words to say. He shifted his weight and picked her hips up from under her, lifting her tight ass under his hands and adjusting the angle. His cock began to brush against her clit, and Sophie couldn't help it, she moaned. She felt herself get excited again as daddy fucked her, and soon she was climbing her peak once more. "Oh yeah, here we go," he said as he began a rhythmic pattern in and out of his daughter's cunt. "Yes, I'm your daddy... and you liked it so much when I ate you that you screamed." "Mmm....!" Sophie said as her father brushed against her clit. She flinched wildly. "Oh! Daddy!" "That's it baby," he said, picking up the pace, his massive cock in his daughter's pussy to the hilt, his balls hitting her skin and slapping together. He gripped her shoulders hard, holding her tight against him as he fucked her, slamming between her legs. "Oh, oh yeah..." she began to moan. "Oh...! Oh daddy!" "Yes you little whore I knew you'd like it," he groaned. "Fuck me good daddy, fuck your little girl," Sophie moaned. "You're daddy's fucktoy you worthless bitch," he grunted, slamming into her cunt. "I've wanted to fuck your little cunt for years... you're all mine now daughter." His thrusts became even faster and the bed hit the wall, creaking, joining the sound of Sophie's cries of pleasure as her father violently and roughly used her body. "Oh... oh God... yes daddy yes! Harder daddy! Harder!" she moaned. He was hitting her walls and making her wild, in a way she had never felt before. "Oh daddy I'm gonna cum again, you're gonna make me cum again..." Daddy lifted her hips in his hands, so he could raise himself higher and put his hands under her ass, holding her off the ground as increasing his speed. "Aah!" she screamed as daddy plowed her. "Daddy's little whore," he said, getting close to his climax. "You're all mine now Soph, daddy took your virginity and now your cunt is mine." "Yes, yes daddy." "Yes, sir," he ordered. "Yes sir!" she gasped. "I'm gonna cum- OH!" she burst, her hips bucking wildly against him, her walls clenching around him and milking him for all he was worth. It wrenched through her, making her dig her nails into daddy's back, pleasure rocking through every nerve ending in her little body. Daddy came too, his load bursting inside his little girl, filling her with his hot cum. It oozed out of her pussy and onto her thighs, ropes of it bursting from daddy's cock. Finished, they both lay silent for a moment breathing heavily, daddy balanced on his arms on top of Sophie. Finally, she spoke. "How long have you been spying on me?" she asked. "Ever since I overheard you masturbating in your room last fall," he said. "You thought you were home alone and you were screaming." "I heard you a few nights ago," she said. "Did you always talk?" "At first I didn't but I wanted you so badly.... I had to pretend I was talking to you to make it more real. Now it is real," he said. "Well it made me wet... but I was awake the whole time tonight," she said. "You little slut," he said slapping her. "Wanting to fuck your father." "Daddy," she said, touching his face. "It felt good didn't it baby?" he asked. "It felt so good," she said, smiling, rolling her head in ecstacy. He lay down beside her. "Good thing mommy sleeps like the dead, huh?" Sophie laughed. Daddy reached down and put his fingers back inside her pussy, which was raw and red from the pounding it had taken just a few minutes ago. He whispered in her ear, his voice soft but with an edge of threat and authority. "You belong to me now. You're my little whore, girl. You will give yourself to me whenever I want you, do you understand?" Sophie's heart raced— belong to daddy? What did that mean? But the memory of the blinding orgasm crashing through her body pushed her on. "Yes sir." "Good girl," he said. "Now go to sleep so mommy doesn't suspect anything. Goodnight." "Good night daddy," she said, watching him as he put on his boxers and left the room. Sophie had just fucked her dad- and it seemed like would be fucking him a lot more in the future. Insomnia Ch. 02 The object that Carol accidentally brushed against was a stout rope with a metal link tied to the end. It was just above her head. The rope was hanging from a box that was attached to the floor beam above. It had wires running from the enclosure so she guessed that it must have an electric motor inside to pull on the rope. Looking around the room, she could see other straps and leather restraints lying on the bench of a universal gym. Several lengths of thick rope lay draped over the bars of the large piece of exercise equipment. She spotted a leather object threaded with many laces lying on the bench. Picking it up she could see that it was a hood with only a hole in the middle where the person's nose would be. There were a series of leather laces running up the back where the hood was tightened in place she surmised. A shiver ran up her spine as she stared at the expressionless mask. Was this being used on the woman from last night? Nearly lost in the shadow of the bars, a cluster of leather strands with a handle could be seen beside the weight-lifting bench. She bent over to investigate and picked it up. The leather straps fell limply from the woven leather handle. "This must be what made the whipping sounds that she heard last night." She thought to herself. The smell of fresh leather was pungent as she picked it up, running her fingers through the multitude of soft leather tendrils. The leather felt surprisingly supple as she repeatedly stroked it across her hand and forearm. "Would you like to feel it against your body?" a deep voice came from the darkness behind her. She was so startled that she dropped the flogger as both of her arms lifted in surprise. Two firm hands held her firmly by the shoulders, preventing her from turning around. She could feel her face blush with embarrassment. "My dear Carol, what were we going to do with you?" he asked rhetorically. She remained quiet, doubting that the question was open to suggestions. "I see that you find this interesting, my dear," he said in a calm yet commanding voice. "Would you like a lesson?" "Um, lesson? I'm so sorry that I came down here uninvited ..." He cut her off, "You may find it exciting to be bound and dominated. Have you ever been tied? Given up control and let a man have his way with you?" "Um...No." "Good! You need to feel the exhilaration of having the ropes wrapped around your limbs, holding you still. Then I'm going to give you a little taste of domination since you've been caught snooping and should be punished. Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you, neighbor. Now, hold out your hands," he demanded. Carol wasn't sure whether to obey or run. The guilt of being caught nosing around in his basement made her feel as though she deserved whatever he had in mind yet he did use the word "punishment." She stood frozen, her eyes fixed on the floor. He slowly turned her until she was facing him. He placed his fingers under her chin and lifted her head so their eyes would meet. "Trust me," he said gently. She could see that he was wearing a bathrobe. As a distraction she wondered what he was wearing beneath it. She slowly lifted her arms and held her hands out with her fingers clasped. He opened her clenched fists and placed her palms together. She watched with trepidation and he placed the thick, soft rope around her wrists just below her thumbs. John placed one end lengthwise along her forearms so it would lie under the wraps of rope. He lined up her hands and continued to wrap the rope again and again around her wrists and forearms. He was careful to keep the rope neatly wound without letting it cross over anywhere. "I like to use a lot of wraps to minimize the bruising from the rope," he explained as he completed the wrapping and pulled the two ends to tighten the bundle of rope around her wrists. "We can't send you back to work with visible marks on your body." Pulling the ends together he tied them first to bind her hands then made another loop that projected past her fingers. "This loop will hook into that hook from the ceiling that you were playing with," he described to her so she would know what was coming next. Carol could feel herself shaking as she watched things gain momentum. She felt like she was already under his control and she couldn't stop the wheels from turning. He took her arms by the loop and led her over to the hook. Lifting her arms up he clicked the rope into the clasp on the hook. John picked up something that resembled a remote control and pressed a button. The sound of a motor whirring could be heard as the rope began to lift the hook. Her arms were brought up over her head. Since she wasn't centered directly below the box the tension dragged her until her feet rose off the floor. Carol was swaying back and forth as she hung from the ceiling. John lowered the hook to set her feet back on the cold cement floor as she stopped swinging on the suspended rope. "You're doing fine, Carol," he whispered in her ear as he approached her. He stepped up to her from behind until he was in contact with her back. His warm breath could be felt on the back of her neck. She remained motionless. His hands stroked her sides as they reached down and pulled the jersey up to her shoulders, exposing her bare body. He pulled the garment completely over her head and somehow hung it on the ropes from which she was suspended. The basement air felt cool on her exposed skin. His touch felt remarkably warm as his fingers caressed her breasts, slowly circling her nipples. Carol shivered. She could feel the warm glow of blushing sweep across her face. She felt embarrassed and ashamed for snooping, but worse yet, terrified at what he was about to do. She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself. Her knees seemed to buckle involuntarily as her body slowly descended toward the floor. He raised the hook a few inches as he felt her sinking. Carol was now standing on her toes. She wanted to explain, but could not find the words. She wondered why he held this power over her. He produced a soft black cloth that she recognized as a blindfold. He lifted it toward her eyes and wrapped it securely around her head, threading the cloth between her taut arms. The blindfold pulled on her hair when he drew the knot tight. She wondered whether the woman from last night had also stumbled upon his secret place in the basement. At least she was able to leave the next morning. She felt numb, as if in shock, yet strangely excited and aroused. A hundred thoughts raced through her mind. "If you want to play the part of a curious intruder my pet, you must learn how to accept discipline and of course...punishment," he whispered into her ear. His fingers felt the form of her smooth skin as he traced his fingertips over her quivering lips and cheeks. Shivers of delight radiated from his touch. His hands descended down her torso, stroking both breasts as he fondled her. Bringing his hands down to her groin, he ran his fingers over her thighs and briefly checked her slit. "Are you getting wet already my pet!" he commented. "You must find this to be sexually arousing. Hmm, we'll see what we can do about that. By the way, was that you at my window last night?" he asked, sending another shiver of embarrassment up her spine for being caught for that act of indiscretion as well. She wondered how much he knew and debated in her own mind whether to confess. His fingers held her nipples firmly in both hands. "Yes," she replied in a soft voice. "I like your honesty," he replied, still whispering near her ear. "We'll have to deal with that tonight as well." He removed his hands from her body and stepped away. The sounds of him walking about, sorting through unknown objects and moving things could be heard over the steady tapping of rain against the windows. The sound of a match being struck and the scent of sulfur wafted through the air. She felt completely vulnerable suspended in this manner. Upon his return, she felt his foot against the insides of her feet as he spread her legs and fastened leather straps around her ankles. She could feel the restraint of the solid bar connecting and spreading her feet. "What are you going to do to me?" she finally blurted out. "I'm glad that you asked that question love. What would you like me to do with you? I have a variety of devices in my makeshift dungeon that we could play with. I could spank you a dozen different ways. I have a variety of devices that could fill any of the openings in your sweet body. Perhaps you'd like a little bit of everything. " She didn't know how to respond to his sudden candor. Reading that book about the young woman who was seduced and dominated by her boss sounded erotic to her, but that was from the comfort and safety of her own chair at home. Being helpless as she felt at the moment, the thought of being violated by this man whom she barely knew was more than a bit frightening, yet at the same time, strangely erotic. He waited patiently for her to think about her predicament. He knew how uncomfortable silence could be and used it to his advantage. He walked over to where the burning candle lay, flickering and reflecting its magical dance of light in the window glass. He brought it over to her where he held it in front of her, chest high. He watched her face, looking for the recognition that the candle was nearby. He slowly brought it closer when there had been no response. "I smell a candle," she finally acknowledged. Ignoring her remark he waved it under her chin and nose. He watched with sadistic delight as she sniffed and tried to figure out what was happening. He brought it down toward her waist where he moved it back and forth so that the heat could be felt on her breasts. She squirmed uncomfortably, backing away as best she could. Dropping down on one knee he lowered the candle between her legs so she could feel the heat on her pussy. "What are you doing?" she finally cried out, not knowing whether he intended to hurt her. "Trust me?" he said simply as he blew out the candle. "You have to trust me, dear." She could smell the smoke from the extinguished candle and no longer felt the heat. She felt as though she had let him down by panicking when she doubted whether he would keep her safe. A sudden sting was felt on her buttocks. She flinched as much from the surprise as the sensation itself. His hand ran soothingly over the affected area before a second slap. She gasped aloud after the second spank of his hand on her bare bottom. "Oh look at the rosy red color," he commented as he seductively stroked her bottom. He ran his fingers between her legs until he just teased her clit. She knew that he had succeeded in seducing her. She felt so turned on and horny that she just wanted him to take her up to his bed. She could feel her eyes becoming misty, even beneath the blindfold. Her heart was racing by the time he suddenly stopped. "I think that's enough for what you did last night," he remarked as he stepped away once again. Once again she heard the whir of the motor overhead as the rope was let out of the box, setting her firmly on the floor once again. The motor continued to run, removing the tension from her arms and letting them pivot down to just above her head. She waited anxiously; hoping that this first lesson would be this brief, but she didn't know what he might do next. She felt his presence and heard his breathing as he moved around her. She was startled again when his mouth pressed against the back of her neck from behind. He nuzzled her neck with his lips and tongue. The sensation was both erotic and tickled at the same time. His hands ran over her body, tracing the curves from her hips to her breasts. He cupped both hands under her breasts, gently stroking her nipples with his thumbs. Carol could feel that he must have removed his robe because it was definitely his bare skin that pressed against her back. Shudders of pleasure made her knees grow weak. Running his hand down her belly, he brushed over her fluff with the palm of one hand. She sighed as his fingers followed her crease from the bottom of her slit up to the hood of her clitoris. His fingers paused, skillfully manipulating her bud and probing deeper into her vagina. She tensed as his finger pressed against her g-spot, rubbing up and down. The palm of his other hand ran across her nipples with a circular motion. She could feel the tension on her arms increasing as her legs weakened with her arousal. The sound of the wetness was audible as he ran two fingers in and out of her vagina. Her moans became louder and more sustained as she reveled in the feelings of pleasure. His body pressed against hers from behind as she gyrated with him. She could feel his bare chest against her back as he nuzzled against her. As exquisite as his fingers felt, she longed for him to fuck her. She wondered how long the tremors and muscle spasms could last before she dropped from exhaustion. The motor sprung to life once again as her arms were lowered another foot or so. He un-clipped the hook. "I think that's enough for the first time, don't you?" He said as he began to untie the blindfold. "I trust that I can leave you alone in your bed for the rest of the night or maybe I need to bring you to my room just to keep an eye on you." He slipped the blindfold from her eyes. The single bulb on the ceiling made her squint at first. "The sun will be coming up in a few hours he told her. Let's get you back to bed for a bit of sleep." He tossed the jersey to her and took his robe in hand as he clicked off the ceiling light. After allowing her to slip back into the jersey, he took her in his arm and led her to the stairway. She felt safe somehow in the arms of her new master. They walk silently together to head back upstairs. She glances out the same window as she had peered through before with an entirely new perspective. "This time when I put you to bed I expect you to still be there when I get up," he said with his big charming smile. She smiled back. She definitely needed some time to process what had just happened here on this night. He guided her back to the guest bedroom and kissed her softly on the lips. "I'll let you know when breakfast is ready," he said as she crawled back under the covers, She pulled the jersey out from under the covers and set it aside as he turned off the lights. Insomnia Ch. 03 The next morning, Sophie wrung her hands when she came downstairs for breakfast. Daddy and mommy were eating together at the kitchen table, and her dad smiled at her when he saw her come in. “Hi, baby,” he said, the same kind demeanor that she always remembered. Her cunt ached from the abuse it had taken the night before, proving it otherwise. He patted the seat next to him. Sophie trembled while her mother brought her coffee, and the three of them sat chatting about their days. It was Sunday, and mommy was about to leave to do some shopping. While she rattled off what she was going to buy, Sophie felt her father’s hand on her leg. “Why don’t you go to that new store that opened up? The specialty grocery store?” he asked. Her mother wrinkled her eyebrows and shook her head. “That’s a forty-five minute drive away. I’ll be gone all afternoon.” Daddy’s fingers found their way to the loose section of Sophie’s pajama shorts between her legs. She gripped her coffee cup tighter as Daddy’s finger twiddled against her clit, light as a feather. She shook even more, and he penetrated her an inch. “Soph and I have nothing to do today,” he said. He swirled his finger around her hole. “Isn’t that right honey?” He winked at her and slid his finger in deep. “Nnn-ugh.” She shook her head and slid herself further up so her father’s hand had more freedom to move in her folds. He inserted a second finger, and she began to hear the little wet sounds of his finger-fucking. She gripped the table. Mommy was looking at her phone. “I guess I could,” she said. “Soph, would you want to come with me?” Sophie could not answer, she bit her lip to keep from groaning. Daddy’s fingers picked up speed. “Answer your mother, Sophie,” he said as his thumb circled her clit. “Do you want to come?” “Eh….!” She closed her eyes and gripped the table harder. She was grateful for the heavy tablecloth hiding her daddy’s movements, so she could buck her hips into his hand. “Answer us, Sophie. Do you want to come?” She could not speak. Daddy withdrew his hand. “I guess she doesn’t,” he said to his wife. He put his hands up to his mouth as if to rest his chin on them, but Sophie saw he licked his fingers. She was trembling, her cunt throbbing and unfinished. She gasped for air. On shaking legs, she got up and left the room to take a shower. Under the hot water, she could not help but touch herself, remembering the night before. Daddy’s balls slapping against her ass, his brutal words, the way his hands held her to the bed. Sophie cried out when an orgasm flickered through her, but it was nothing compared to the pleasures of the night before. Shame coursed its way through her body, until she knew what she had to do. She took her time shaving her legs and her pussy and washing her hair, and then padded back to her room in her towel. Daddy was waiting in her room. “Mommy left,” he said. He moved toward her and took the towel off her shoulders. “You’re mine this afternoon, slut—“ “Daddy.” Sophie picked the towel up off the ground. Her pussy was soaking wet, but she closed her eyes and reminded herself this was the right thing to do. “Daddy, I woke up this morning and felt wrong about everything. I don’t think we should do this anymore.” Her father’s eyes flashed, and Sophie took a step back. He glared at her. “I’m sorry Daddy! I know yesterday I said I would…” She felt tears coming into her eyes, and then the warmth of Daddy’s hand on her shoulder. “Shh, sweetheart, don’t you worry. You know how much daddy loves your body, but if you don’t want to, that’s ok.” Sophie’s eyes widened. “Really?” He smiled at her, kind as ever. “Really.” She held her towel around herself and gave him a one-armed hug. “Thank you daddy. I’m sorry.” “Don’t worry baby. You just enjoy your day. I have to go run some errands, ok?” She smiled, and nodded. “Alright, girls, movie time!” Tom smiled at his wife and daughter and brought the popcorn bowl over to the couch. The three of them curled up and watched a new hit movie on their TV. The women seemed content, happy. Tom was worried Sophie would be afraid of him after everything that has happened, but she’d warmed right up to him again. Perhaps she had just needed him to say they wouldn’t have sex again, and she would be fine. That was perfect. Halfway through the film, his wife’s eyes started drooping. “Mommy, why don’t you go to bed?” Sophie asked. “I want to finish the movie,” she said. Tom laughed. “Baby, you can’t keep your eyes open. Go to bed.” “You won’t mind?” “Not at all,” he said. He stood up. “I’m just gonna make Soph some hot cocoa. Would you like that, Soph?” His daughter smiled. “Yes daddy! Thank you!” His wife kissed his daughter on the head, and then made her way up the stairs. No kiss for Tom, not for years now. Sophie looked so adorable all curled in her blanket on the couch, in a tank top and shorts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples poked through the fabric. His mouth watered when he remembered their smooth texture from the night before. Patience. He went to the kitchen and made two mugs of hot cocoa, and then took out the bottle of pills he had gotten that afternoon. His best friend from college was a doctor, and a few choice words about a reluctant girl were all he needed. He had strong sleeping pills, enough for three months. He ground the dosage up, and stirred it into Sophie’s drink. “Here you go, baby,” he said. He drank his, and waited for Sophie to finish. She had always had a healthy appetite and it didn’t take her long. Tom felt himself getting hard just waiting, with his daughter’s body covered by a blanket. He remembered the way their skin had slapped together, the searing hotness of her cunt, like a sleeve around his cock. Simply looking into his daughters face while he fucked her was enough to make him cum. The movie was slow and he didn’t give one fuck about it. Sophie’s eyelids were drooping. “Give her twenty minutes and she’ll be out,” Steve, his friend, has said earlier that day. “Enough that she won’t wake up?” Steve had grinned. “Your little bitch will be yours in no time. But I’ll only do this on one condition.” “What’s that?” Steve smirked. “I have something of a collection of videos of sleeping girls getting their due. You know, prudish girls who like to think that we aren’t their masters. Ones who withhold and then have to pay for it later.” Tom thought of Sophie’s denial of him that day. Rage rose up inside of him, but then he thought of Steve’s words. Yes. Sophie would get her due. “Yes?” “How old is this girl?” The part of Tom that was Sophie’s father rose up in defense, but he knew he could not fuck Sophie regularly without prescription strength sleeping pills. And Steve was his best friend. “Just eighteen this week.” Steve groaned. “How’d you find one of those?” Tom didn’t answer. Steve raised his eyebrows. “Do I know her?” Tom could not lie to Steve. “Yes.” “Is this…? Is this Sophie?” He couldn’t admit it. To his utter surprise, Steve groaned. “Oh fuck man, you’re so lucky. God—what I wouldn’t give to be in your shoes. If I had a daughter—that’s fucking hot, man. Your little girl.” “You don’t think I’m crazy?” “I think you’re crazy not to want to fuck a barely legal teen that lives in your house,” he said. “ But I want a video, Tom.” He raised his eyebrows. “I don’t know—“ “Think about it. You can document the event forever, watch it anytime you want. And I have something new to watch.” Tom debated. Steve stepped forward. “Give me the video or I’ll report you to the police.” That was all it took. “I’ll get you a DVD tomorrow.” Steve grinned. “Now fuck that bitch good, Tom. She better not be able to walk tomorrow.” Back on the couch, Sophie’s head lolled onto her shoulder. Tom watched her pink lips open, her wet tongue inside, and felt his cock twitch in his pants. He pulled the blanket off her, but she did not move. No reaction either when he turned the movie off, so he chanced lifting her off the couch and carrying her to her bed. She was a slender girl and easily manipulated. He smiled down at his baby, and put her down on her white eyelet comforter. She was such a beautiful girl. He nearly felt tears coming on looking at her sleeping peacefully. He remembered her face at every age, and felt the greatest love he had ever felt stir within his chest upon looking at her. A part of him protested to his behavior, but it was only because he wanted his little girl to stay a virgin forever. He had taken care of that business yesterday, so now there was so reason to pussyfoot around. He deserved this, he had raised her and given her everything. Now it was time to take back what he was owed. Slowly, Tom put his hands on Sophie’s hips. She was wearing cotton pajama shorts and a tank top, and a strip of belly was visible. Before undressing her, though, he went back downstairs and retrieved the camera and tripod from the hall closet. He carried it upstairs and set it up as quietly as he could in the corner of her room, so the bed was visible. He turned the camera on. “June 7th,” he said. “The second time I fuck my little girl.” He went over to the bed, and pulled her shorts off of her body. She was wearing white cotton panties, clean and bright. Tom groaned and saw the indentation where her panties were caught in her slit. He retrieved the camera from the tripod and held it in one hand while he slid the panties off of his daughter, and pulled the tanktop from her chest. That was difficult with one hand, but he managed knowing she would not wake up despite his manipulations. At last Sophie was naked before him. Her pussy was bare today. “You fucking slut,” he said as he zoomed in on her clean cunt. “I fucked you yesterday and you say you don’t want more, and then you shave yourself to look like the girls in porn. You fucking slut you want me, I know you do.” He spread her folds with one finger, and zoomed the camera in. He slid one finger in, and then out again, and then it was already moist. “Is my baby wet for daddy?” He zoomed over her body once more before returning the camera to the tripod. Then he leaned over his daughter’s breasts and took her nipple in his mouth. In her sleep, Sophie groaned—but this sounded different than before. She was really out this time. She was completely unconscious. That pushed Tom on. He squeezed her breasts hard, and sucked on her nipple to the point that she would have cried out before. Then he moved down her body to her perfect, shining pussy, and kissed it. “Mmm… my baby tastes so good,” he said. “Daddy loves eating his baby…” Tom ravaged his daughter that night. He took her from behind, he fucked her pussy with her legs over his shoulders. Then, he pulled out and he came on her breasts and face and rubbed it into her skin “You’re gonna wear daddy’s cum all day and not even know it, you fucking bitch.” He slapped her, hard. “That will teach you to say no to me, you worthless slut. You’re nothing but daddy’s fucktoy.” Then he got up and dressed. Sophie lay in a puddle of cum and her own juices, still asleep, while he turned off the camera. For the next month, Tom continued to use his daughter’s body this way, always filming even though he had long since held up his end of the bargain with a DVD for Steve. But he loved to watch the videos when Sophie was at work, on the big screen TV. One day, Sophie came home early from work and was alone. She wanted to watch a movie, so she opened the DVD player. There was a homemade DVD inside, marked “Sophie, 6/27— One of the Favorites.” She furrowed her eyebrows. What? Sophie popped the DVD back in and then gasped when the image clicked on. Daddy was shirtless in front of the camera, and she could see herself laying on her bed in the background. “June Twenty-Seventh,” he said. “The twenty-first night I fuck my little girl.” Sophie covered her hands with her eyes. Daddy had been fucking her this whole time? How? She thought of how her cunt had hurt every morning, how sometimes her wrists had red marks on them, her nipples ached. She thought of how well she had slept every night. Daddy’s hot cocoa. “Oh my God,” she said. She wanted to stop watching. She should show this to mommy, or tell the police. But then the screen changed. The camera was zooming in on her. “My baby’s all tied up,” daddy’s voice said. Indeed, Sophie saw her naked form tied to her bedposts, like a star, her legs opened so wide. Daddy knealt at the end of the bed and began to kiss her pussy. Despite herself, Sophie felt tingles in her cunt. She remembered how that had felt the first time… On screen, she heard wet noises from daddy’s mouth. He was sucking on her slit, slurping up her juices, lapping her like a cat. Loud, heavy kissing noises came when he took his mouth away from her cunt. “Oh baby, you taste so good, daddy loves my baby’s pussy…” “Ugh…” Sophie moaned there on the couch. Her pussy was soaking now as Daddy took his underwear off on screen. His erection was huge, and bobbed when he stood up. “You look so pretty there, all tied up for me,” he said. “My prisoner. My baby.” The front door opened. Sophie lunged for the remote, but it fell off the couch and the batteries shattered out of it and rolled under the couch. In horror, she watched as her father saw what was on screen. He shut the door and locked the deadbolt. “So now you know,” he said. Sophie could hear the sounds of her father fucking her on screen. He groaned. He called her a bitch. He slapped her. Her pussy gushed. “Daddy…” He crossed the room in two strides and picked her up off the couch. “Daddy just loves you so much,” he said. “Daddy can’t keep his hands off you.” He unbuttoned his pants. “See how much daddy loves you?” Sophie’s eyes widened. He was hard again. “Daddy needs you to do something for him,” Tom said. Despite all of this, Sophie had never sucked him. He needed to feel her lips on his cock. “Do you love your daddy?” Sophie turned and looked on screen at her daddy fucking her imprisoned body, and knew he had done it many times before. She throbbed. Next time he fucked her, she would remember it. “Yes, daddy, I do.” “Then get on your knees.” Sophie smiled, and obeyed.