15 comments/ 118862 views/ 69 favorites A Liquid Diet Ch. 01 By: woodfellow Part 1: A Matter of Survival Copyright 2013 by woodfellow This story is difficult to write. Before I start I should explain that I am a single father. My wife passed away almost ten years ago when our daughters were young, and I never remarried. Like most fathers I like to think I've done a passable job at parenting. I've provided for my daughters, loved them, and saw to it they received good educations. This is the story of some incredible things my daughters did to survive during the war. I am putting it down here almost exactly as it happened, with only small changes to protect my daughters' identities. It's for you the reader to decide what kind of father I am. ----------------- ----------------- It all started with the chaos of the invasion. We were gathered around the television in our apartment watching news reports of the attacks. ("We" consisted of me as single father, and my two daughters Paulina and Kasia, 18 and 19 years old respectively.) Then just hours later wailing sirens everywhere, then bombs and gunfire and shouting. The invasion force came so swiftly we had no time to consider options. I still think back and wonder...what if we'd left when we could? When the soldiers arrived at our apartment building, we like every other family were holed up in our apartment. Within minutes men in riot gear came door to door and announced a general lockdown of the building. We were to hand over any weapons we had (we had none), and stay locked in our rooms until further orders. Peeking out the curtains we could see armed guards around the perimeter of the building. There was no way to safely escape. Especially from the third floor, and with two girls aged 19 and 18. I wouldn't allow Kasia and Paulina to leave me, so we stayed in our apartment as instructed. The next day we heard from the soldiers again. One of them stood outside and spoke over a loudspeaker. "Attention residents of Building 47! This is an important announcement concerning your safety. "We have liberated your city, and you will be detained within this building until further orders. You may communicate with one another and move freely inside, but you are not under any circumstances to leave the building. Failure to comply will result in punishment. "Water and electricity will be restored soon. Food will be distributed each morning, at 0800 hours in the front lobby. "Now this is the most important announcement of all. All women and children under the age of eighteen are to report to the front lobby at 1600 hours today, which is four hours from now. You will be transported elsewhere for further processing. Please bring minimal belongings with you, only essential clothing. Failure to comply with this relocation will result in harsh punishment. "This is the end of the announcement." Nearly every family poured into the hallways of the building. Were they serious? Where would they take the women and children? What would happen to the men left behind? I remember Jozef, the man down the hall in 312. He was about my age and had a son and wife. Jozef decided to go talk to the soldiers outside, to reason with them. Half a minute after he left the building we heard a single shot. "We repeat, you may not under any circumstances leave the building! All women and children are to report to the front lobby at 1600 hours." In the end, every family in the building decided to comply with the order. The soldiers would kill to maintain order. So at 1600 hours, a group of women and children formed in the lobby, and were ushered out of the building into the street. To where we had no idea. Every family, that is, except one: Mine. I couldn't accept the risk of sending my two young girls with the others. Without their mother to protect them, I had no idea what would happen. I feared the worst, rape or murder or both. It was a fateful decision. ----------------- For the next three months, the men in the building (and Kasia and Paulina) established a new rhythm to our lives. There were about 150 of us in total. The soldiers kept their word and supplied us with food each morning: Not a lot, but adequate. In the soldiers' tally I was living alone, so I got rations for one. Several of the other men gave us extra so we did fine. Meanwhile, outside a crew had erected a tall razor wire fence around the building perimeter. It was becoming clear that (a) this building was essentially a prisoner of war camp, and (b) they intended to stay for a while. Any thought of escaping had now completely left our minds. Of course I lived in fear of the girls being discovered. Fortunately the soldiers rarely came into the building. A few times they came door to door to speak with us individually. We had a plan ready if the girls needed to hide. One day two soldiers came to search our apartment, and the girls hid. One of them remarked on the girl's clothing and items scattered around. I passed it off as sentimental reminders of my daughter who had been sent away. Fortunately that soldier didn't think to cross-check against their records, which would have indicated no children had been relocated from the building three months earlier, bearing my last name. And so we lived for a time, relatively happy. ----------------- ----------------- At about five months in, we got another announcement over the loudspeaker: "Attention residents of Building 47! It has come to our attention that several of you are hoarding and wasting your daily food distributions. Effective tomorrow you will have a new eating arrangement. "The large room downstairs will become a dining facility. You will eat two supervised meals there each day, at 0800 and 1700 promptly. Guards with dogs will be posted at the exits to catch residents leaving with food. Violators will receive harsh punishment." I don't know why they changed the eating arrangement; several of us thought maybe the war wasn't going well, and they didn't have enough to keep feeding us the way they had been. Others thought it was an effort to dehumanize us. Everyone remembered Jozef, and what would happen if you broke the rules. For Kasia and Paulina this new arrangement changed everything. How would they eat? They obviously couldn't sneak past the guards; the new dining room was off-limits to them. And true to their threat, the soldiers now had dogs at the dining room exit, trained to sniff for uneaten food. The rules seemed to give no way for Kasia and Paulina to eat. Fortunately the other men in the building gave us their extra food. It didn't turn out to be much -- there wasn't as much hoarding as our captors seemed to think -- but it was enough for at least several months if we made it stretch. I was still holding out hope that the occupation might be over soon. ----------------- At nine months in the situation became critical for Kasia and Paulina. Our food supplies had run out about a month before, even being on half rations. They had already lost a lot of weight, and when the food completely ran out their weight began to plummet. Each was losing about three kilograms per week. We had bet on the fact that something would change with the eating arrangement, or some way of sneaking food in would be discovered, but time had run out and there was no solution. I simply could not sit by and watch my girls starve to death. So I called all of the men together and asked for ideas. One thing I was certain of: If I brought the girls to the soldiers, we would almost certainly all be killed, if for no other reason than to serve as an example to the others. So that was out of the question. We tried to think if there was anything else the girls could eat. Was it possible to live on boiled cloth, like cotton? It seemed unlikely to have any food value. The idea of catching insects or mice came up, but because there was no food in the building, most of those pests had long since disappeared. When we'd exhausted every idea, Tomasz spoke. Tomasz had been a doctor before the war, and he was known in the group as both level-headed and logical. Tomasz said, "One thing is clear: Food only enters this building through the dining hall. Somehow us men have to transport the food out of there." Desperate I said, "Yes Tomasz but how?? We've been over this countless times. There is no way to carry food past those guards! Do you have any ideas?" Tomasz looked at me uncertainly then, as if unsure whether to continue his train of thought. He resumed speaking. "It is true we cannot bring food out on our bodies. But perhaps we can carry it out inside our bodies." A murmur of surprise swept through the men in the room, and he continued on. "Hear me out. This is a dire situation and as a medical professional I only want to explore all the possibilities." Tomasz collected his thoughts for a moment, then went on. "Option 1 is, after we leave the dining area some of us vomit our food back up. This is how the birds feed their young, as you may know." The room erupted in loud discussion. Everyone was shocked, stunned, and horrified. He had to speak louder to be heard over the men. "Excuse me, please let me continue! I wasn't finished. Thank you. Yes I know this sounds distasteful to all of us, and especially to those poor girls, but I ask you wouldn't this be preferable to death?" "There is another option, and I remind you I'm merely considering all the possibilities. Option 2 is for the girls to eat something that our bodies produce with the food we ingest. Now most of what our bodies produce unfortunately has little food value: Urine, feces, sweat, hair, fingernails. Those would not help your girls survive." "There are I believe two things our bodies produce which may have some food value. The first is blood. Blood has a high nutritional content, and with a rotating system of donation I think we could provide enough to keep your daughters alive. Each person must recover about 40 days between donations, but with 150 of us men we could produce about two pints of blood per day for each of your daughters. There is however one problem with this option: Unless somebody has the necessary phlebotomy equipment to draw blood, there is no way to do this safely." All of the men confirmed they didn't possess needles or other equipment for drawing blood. Plenty of knives, but there would be no safe way to extract large amounts of blood with just that. Doctor Tomasz continued, "The second thing our bodies produce that has food value is a bit unusual. I am speaking of seminal fluid. Ejaculate. Quiet please, let me finish! Male ejaculate has about the same nutritional properties as egg white. It's moderate in calories, but high in protein and essential vitamins. Now again I'm speaking only of theoretical possibilities here, but if we were two collect two ejaculations from each of us per day, at about 3.5 milliliters and 15 calories each, that would equate to about 2250 calories for each of your daughters. That should be enough to keep them alive." Loud discussion continued through the room. It was hard to conceive of what this might mean. But our options were: I either let the girls starve to death, or they could try to survive on a diet of vomit or semen. Looking back I feel ashamed that I even considered Tomasz's ideas. Wouldn't it have been better for them to die in dignity? But I will say this: At that point in time, seeing my daughters on the verge of starvation, I did not hesitate for a moment. The will to survive is a deep thing, and only becomes known to you in that moment when death is near. Vomit or semen? I would put the question to Kasia and Paulina. For their part the men obviously preferred the latter, I guess because for most of us self-induced vomiting is less pleasant than masturbation. For Kasia and Paulina it was difficult to convey the choices to them. They were very weak by that point, and not thinking clearly. More importantly they had no idea what semen was. At their ages they'd never had firsthand experience. Kasia said the rumor among her friends was that boys shot out "milky stuff", so she thought it might taste like milk. I gave them the doctor's description in terms of egg whites. In any case, they both decided that was more appealing (or less unappealing) than vomit. So the decision was made. I tried to think of any possible way around it. There was none. The girls would need to eat semen to survive. ----------------- We then set about figuring out the mechanics of doing a large-scale semen collection twice a day. First we opted for a simple approach: We set up a schedule for each man to come to our apartment. Each would go into our bathroom and masturbate into a cup, and emerging they would give it to me. The girls stayed in their room, out of sight: I didn't want the men to see them for fear they might develop a sexual overtone during this feeding exercise. Bringing the semen-filled cup into their room, I would alternate which girl got to drink it. Really they were so weak and malnourished that both would eye it hungrily each time I came into the room. Each girl in turn would take the cup I handed them, and tilting it back like a cup of water would let the thick ejaculate slide into her mouth. In her malnourished state she would hungrily swallow. Then using a finger she would wipe the rest out of the cup, producing a big dollop she would pop into her mouth and suck off her finger. Over and over and over again, this is how they ate. The men varied a lot in terms of the quantity and consistency of the sperm they produced. Some would produce a very thin ejaculate, others a thick ropy fluid almost like yogurt. Paulina after a while started asking for the name of the man who had ejaculated each of her portions. She said she could tell the men apart by the taste of their semen, and after a while she got pretty good at guessing the man without my telling. She's always had a good memory. The men also varied a lot in terms of how often they could produce. Some of the men, especially the younger ones, could ejaculate as many as five or six times per day. Some of the men could not ejaculate at all, or infrequently. Most however could produce twice a day. To accommodate the volume it was clear that having one man in the bathroom at a time wouldn't give enough throughput. So I set up several masturbation stations in our apartment's living room. Each had a comfortable chair with a towel draped over it, and most of the men preferred to masturbate sitting down. As a side note, it was interesting to see how the different men masturbated. Some would pump fast and furiously, others with a slow deliberate rhythm. The one thing I insisted on was that when they ejaculated, they had to take care to catch 100% of it in their cup. At that point getting every drop was a matter of life and death for Kasia and Paulina. Most of the men liked to have some kind of simulation to help them orgasm. Some of them would bring pictures of their missing wives, which they would look at while they stroked. One of the men, Pawel, had nude pictures of his pretty wife Beata. He took to leaving those pictures in our apartment for the other men to use; I doubt he ever told Beata about that afterwards. For some of the men, their stimulation was to watch the other men stroking. At first a man would be circumspect about it, pretending to look at some pictures but looking at another man out of the corner of his eye. Over time though as they all got more comfortable, these men would stare more openly at the others, who didn't seem to mind. And some of the men kind of formed pairs, where they would watch each other stroke, and ejaculate almost in unison. I didn't really care what the men did, so long as they were ejaculating and my girls were getting fed. Gradually the girls began to recover from their malnourished states. Each was consuming about 165 to 170 batches of semen per day, as amazing as that sounds. They weren't gaining weight yet, but at least their precipitous weight loss had stopped, and they were slowly gaining strength. It appeared the crisis had been averted. Each of the girls found that the taste of semen was generally to their liking. Perhaps it is an acquired taste, or it tasted good to them because of their long period of starvation. In any case, each would drink the cup, then use her finger to scoop up the remainder on the inside, and pop that finger into her mouth. Paulina complained about how sticky it was and hard to get completely out of the cup. Both of them preferred it warm, so asked me to bring it to them as soon as possible after each man had ejaculated. Paulina even said to me, "Why can't we just be in the same room as them? That way we'd always get it nice and warm!" I think her mind was already at work even then. At this point I must make a shameful confession, which to this day haunts me. I, like all the other able-bodied men, contributed equally to the feeding of my daughters. Yes that is correct, I would feed my semen to my daughters just like I did the other mens'. I think there will be a special place in Hell reserved for me. At first I rationalized that they needed every bit of nutrition they could get. They really were that close to death. So a few times each day I would excuse myself from all the collection activity, and go to the bathroom. Perhaps a few of the men noticed that I would emerge with a full collection cup. I don't know. Anyway, I would feed this semen to them, and as I said Paulina (and by now Kasia too) wanted a name attached to each one. So I invented a fictitious man called Gabriel, who was the man responsible for all of my semen. I figured a little white lie to maximize their chance of survival was the right parenting decision. Now as I said, when I came into the room with a fresh batch of semen, I would always alternate which girl got it, to keep things fair. One evening I was giving a cup to Paulina, and Kasia stopped me in my tracks. "But Daddy, that's not fair!" she said. Kasia wore this pouty look she gets when she wants her way. "What's not fair dear? You got the last cup, this time it's your sister's turn." "But Daddy, you said that was Gabriel's! Paulina and I both decided we like the taste of Gabriel's the best! It's no fair because we only get two a day from him, and Paulina already got hers in the morning!" I thought back and remembered that, indeed, I had given my semen to her sister Paulina to drink that morning. I hadn't understood why she had the smile on her face when I handed it to her and announced it was Gabriel's. Now I knew. Kasia continued, "Daddy, how about we treat Gabriel's like desert? Paulina gets one a day, and so do I." And so it started that each of my daughters began swallowing a load of their father's semen once a day, every day. I'd like to say I was ashamed of it all, but really I was just glad their health was improving. And to be honest I was also a little bit happy they preferred the taste of Gabriel over all the others. ----------------- ----------------- Everything evolves with time, and my daughter's feeding situation was no exception. As I said, by this point we had a high-volume semen collection operation in place. I had six masturbation stations set up around our apartment's living room, with most of the 150 men cycling through twice a day, and sometimes as many as 5 or 6 times, to masturbate. They would ejaculate into a cup, being careful to get every drop, and I would carry this to the bedroom next door, where my daughters would drink it down. I estimate that, in those early days, they were each consuming about 160 ejaculates and 2200 calories per day. Unfortunately after about a month, the rate of production began to decline. From 160 ejaculates per day (per girl), it declined to 150, then 140, and finally 120. The girls were getting hungry again, and starting to lose weight. Our numbers in the building were such that each man had to be ejaculating at maximum potential for my daughters to get enough to eat. So I had to get to the bottom of the declining numbers. A Liquid Diet Ch. 01 Talking to several of the men, the answer was simple: They were getting bored. As the novelty of the situation wore off it was getting harder and harder for them to have as many orgasms per day. As I said, many of them liked stimulation: Pictures of their missing wives, or of Beata. But the novelty of these wore off too. I needed to find a substitute in order to boost sperm production. It was Tomasz, our doctor, who had the key idea. (Tomasz by the way was one of our better producers at three loads per day, but now even he was flagging.) Tomasz said, "We humans respond very strongly to pheromones, and to the smell of women in general. Especially here with all of our wives gone. Perhaps you can make some of your daughters' worn clothing available to the men, to smell while they masturbate." It was an odd idea, but I had to admit it might work. So far I had been against the idea of developing any sexual connection between my daughters and the other men. During feeding hours I kept them in the bedroom, away from the masturbating men. But still, I was desperate for my daughters' sake, and willing to try anything. When I explained it to my daughters, they thought it was funny, the idea of men sniffing their dirty clothes. Kasia had a little knowing smile on though. As the older one at 19 years, she was starting to know about sex. She was the one who, when I was in the bedroom during the masturbation sessions, and it was Paulina's turn to drink, Kasia would ask me about how the men were masturbating outside. How were they sitting, what did their penises look like, and so on. I would indulge her with descriptions, not thinking it could do any harm. In the end, on the topic of sharing their dirty clothes Kasia said, "Well it's the least we can do, with them sharing all their yummy semen with us!" And that was that. So I started having the girls change their clothing about three times per day, shirt and panties. I set it up so that each of the six masturbation stations had a set of one girl's used clothing, sealed in a plastic bag to maintain freshness. Three of the stations were "Kasia" stations, and the others "Paulina". Most of the men developed a preference for one or the other girl's scent. Interestingly, most of the older men preferred the scent of 18 year old Paulina, while the younger men tended to prefer my 19 year old Kasia. A man would typically begin his masturbation session by removing his pants and underwear, and often his shirt as well. He would sit on the toweled chair, reclining back. With his knees spread wide he would begin stroking, often with one hand fondling his testicles. I would encourage the men to take their time, having noticed it generally produced larger loads. Then the man would bring the clothing-filled bag up to his face, open it while placing it over his nose and face, and inhale deeply. It was incredible to see the effect the girls' musky smell had on the men. Their erections would get harder, their breathing more labored, and their stroking more deliberate. It was like witnessing a drug taking effect. Immediately the girls' semen intake each went back up to over 160 ejaculates per day. Tomasz's idea was working. I will confess that I tried sniffing as well, to see if it would work on me. It did. Unbeknownst to any of the others, I kept my own set of both girls' used underwear in a plastic bag, hidden in the bathroom. It started as an experiment, then became a way to stimulate my whole masturbation experience. I would choose a girl -- I liked both their smells equally -- and would hold her used panties up against my face with one hand, while masturbating with the other. Eventually I learned the experience was most intense if my nose was directly against the inside crotch of the panties. Writing it now, it makes me so ashamed how much I craved the sexual scent of my young daughters. Knowing who was going to drink Gabriel's semen next, I began making a point of breathing in that girl's panties as I masturbated for her. Unfortunately I made the mistake of telling the girls that Gabriel did this, inhale from the clothing of whichever girl was going to drink his seed next. They were enthralled by this idea; I think it never occurred to them that they might have different smells, or that men would prefer them differently. Anyway, as you might expect it opened a barrage of questions from both girls: "Which one of us does Gabriel think smells better?" (he loves the way you both smell, honey) "Why do men like to smell us when they masturbate?" (it excites them Paulina) "Which men prefer my smell daddy?" (well Kasia, a lot of them do, about half. the others prefer your little sister's smell) About a week later, they came to me with a proposal that, in hindsight, I should have seen coming. Kasia said, "Daddy, you know how we were talking the other day about how the men use our dirty clothes to masturbate, and some prefer me and some Paulina?" "Yes honey, why do you ask?" "Well Daddy, Paulina and I have been talking about it. We've decided that rather than trade off who gets to drink when you come into the room, that we'd rather have it go to whichever one of us that man was smelling. So if a man was smelling my panties, I'd like to be the one to drink his semen. Just like we do with Gabriel! You said about half the men prefer my smell, so we should still get about the same amount of food right?" The logic was unassailable, and the request was reasonable. Paulina was vigorously nodding, clearly in agreement. So from that point forward, I started delivering semen for the girls to drink based on which girl that man had been sniffing. I told the men about the new policy too, thinking it might get them excited and boost production. I was right -- for a time each of the girls was getting fed 175 ejaculations per day, a new record. Their health had never been better. Since the worn clothing was having such a strong effect, we decided to experiment a little with different recipes. How long should the girls wear the clothes? How often should they take showers? I also showed them a little rubbing exercise, to press the panty crotch against their vagina in little rubbing motions, thinking that more of their scent might get transferred. I told them that Gabriel would be the judge of what worked best, which made them very enthusiastic to try out the scientific method. It turned out that time since last shower and the rubbing procedure had the largest effects. So I instructed them to shower only every third day, and to perform the rubbing procedure for at least five minutes in each new pair of panties. ----------------- By this time we were about twelve months into the occupation. As strange as it sounds, the girls were thriving. The doctor was right after all: In large enough quantities, semen appears to constitute a healthy diet. The girls' skin had a radiant glow; in fact they seemed healthier than I'd ever seen them, even before the occupation. In this case, "large quantities" means eating 160 or more loads of semen per girl per day. Instead of finding it disgusting, they seemed to relish every mouthful. Especially the mouthful they got each day from "Gabriel", who unknown to them was actually me their father. Ever since we started the panty-smelling program -- and especially since I started telling the girls which men were smelling whose panties, and feeding those mens' semen to the correct girl -- an attachment began to form between the girls and the men, albeit separated by a wall. As I said, the girls each had favorites among the men in terms of semen taste. Paulina preferred some, Kasia preferred others. Interestingly, in almost all cases the girls' and the mens' preferences lined up. For the men who preferred the smell of Paulina's 18 year old vagina -- as I said mostly the older men -- she (more so than Kasia) preferred the taste of their semen. And vice versa with Kasia. So we had a kind of bond forming between Paulina and a group of mostly older men, and between Kasia and a group of men mostly in their teens and twenties. I, "Gabriel", was 42 years old and both of my girls loved my semen the best. I think it frustrated them that Gabriel loved their smells equally, and refused to take sides. They would do these sisterly competitions with each other, to see who could win him over. Paulina would wear a pair of panties for an extra-long time, and perform the rubbing exercise really well. She knew Gabriel liked it when her panties smelled very strongly. Then she would give the panties to me and laugh, saying, "Please Daddy give these to Gabriel right away! These will definitely make him choose me!" And Kasia would do the same. Of course "Gabriel" could never choose between the girls; how can a father choose between his own daughters? Of course the bond between the girls and the men ran the other way, too. Each man knew his semen was being delivered into the mouth of his favorite girl, while the smell of her pussy was still fresh in his senses. In hindsight, with this level of bonding it was all but inevitable that the situation would progress further. Of all people, it was little Paulina who suggested the next step: "Daddy, you know how we keep telling you to bring the semen to us quickly, because we like it warm?" "Yes sweetheart. What about it?" "Well the other problem we have is that a lot of the semen gets stuck to the side of the cup when we drink. Even when we use our fingers to scoop it out, there's still a lot of wasted semen there." "Ah yes dear, well I don't think there's much we can do about that, is there? I mean semen, as nutritious as it is, is pretty sticky stuff." "Well Daddy, me and Kasia were talking and we have an idea. What if the men ejaculated right into our mouths, instead of the cup? That way there'd be no spill, no waste, and it would be nice and warm. We can just wait outside by the masturbation stations, and when it's time for one of my men to ejaculate, I can put my mouth over the head of his penis so he pumps it straight into my mouth. What do you think?" Well I nearly lost it at that suggestion! There was an internal logic to it all right. My girls are smart and they thought it through. But although I'm ashamed to say it, truthfully there was a part of me, call him Gabriel, who wanted desperately to see his girls feeding directly from their men. I knew Gabriel could never do that -- I was determined to never let my girls know I was Gabriel and had been feeding them their father's semen, the same semen that gave birth to them. So that was the story of how, twelve months into the occupation, we came to rearrange all of the masturbation stations and arrive at a new feeding setup for the girls. Because the girls were no longer separated from the men by the wall, we decided to rearrange things and move four of the masturbation stations into the bedroom: That would be Kasia's feeding area. In the main living room, we set up another couple of stations (for a total of four), and then moved one of the two beds there, out of the bedroom where Kasia wouldn't be needing it. This would be Paulina's feeding area. You might be wondering why we used the beds. We tried it without, but after many hours on their hands and knees moving between the stations as Paulina had suggested, the girls found it tiring and hard on their knees. You have to remember, to get their 160 loads the girls were each feeding for six to eight hours per day. Comfort was important. Anyway, the method we adopted was for each girl to lay flat on her bed. The men would watch her and stroke themselves. The girls learned to put on little shows, to get the men aroused. When it was time to ejaculate, the man would rise, come to the bed, and feed his penis into her waiting mouth. The girls quickly came to adore the feeling of the warm semen-food pumping directly into their mouths. I would see their eyes roll back in their heads in blissful contentment, with their throats rushing to gulp the semen down into their bellies. I mentioned the sisterly competition between the girls. There was an open doorway between Kasia's bedroom station, and Paulina's in the main room. The men were free to roam between the rooms, and see what each girl was doing. Now the girls were quick to discover that if they did certain things, they could entice men from the other room, and in so doing get more to eat. Paulina was the first to discover she could get a lot of male interest if she just took off her clothes. At 18 and a late bloomer, Paulina had little in the way of breasts. Still, the men were so starved to see a real, live naked woman that Paulina was able to attract a lot of men away from her older sister. She relished in this attention, quite literally drinking it up. And so an arms race of sorts developed between the two sisters. Kasia of course responded by taking off her clothes as well. Many of the men preferred to see her more womanly shape, although many of the men preferred Paulina's more childlike body. One of the men who stuck with Paulina throughout was the doctor, Tomasz. He had a deep fondness for the girl, and I don't believe he strayed to Kasia's room even a single time to deposit into her mouth. ----------------- ----------------- Something I wish to stress because it is important: At all times I went to great lengths to ensure this feeding process was not a sexual event for the girls. I made it clear to the men that at no time were they allowed to touch the girls' vaginas in any way, as this would be improper. Nor were they allowed to kiss the girls, or stroke their skin in a way that might be sexually arousing. Of course the men found the girls' mouths on their penises to be very arousing, as well as the methods we'd developed to use their body odors to boost production. But at no time was the sexual gratification to go the other way, from the men to the girls. I wanted the girls to retain their innocence in spite of this unusual feeding arrangement. ----------------- The next innovation in the arms race was Kasia's. She began inviting the men, who were at this point still smelling her panties, to join her one at a time on the bed and smell her naked pussy directly. This chance for a new level of intimacy with the girl was intoxicating to the men. They would lie on their sides on the bed in a kind of 69 position, the girl with her thighs around the man's head, and he with his nose near the crevice of her pussy. He would stroke his cock next to her face. By this point the men were so conditioned to respond to Kasia's pussy smell that they would ejaculate very hard usually within half a minute. Kasia would hurry to get her mouth over the penis in time. She ate really well for a few days! Then it was once again Tomasz's turn to have an idea. As our resident doctor Tomasz was naturally concerned for the girls' health, and in particular optimizing the efficiency of their feeding. Specifically he recommended to me that we train the girls in the art of fellatio, starting with Paulina. The Doctor pulled me aside and explained, "The men will find the fellatio arousing, which will increase her food supply. Also it will entirely solve the problem of inefficiency and possible waste in the transfer of semen to her stomach. This latter point will be especially true if Paulina can learn to accept a penis deeply into her mouth at the time of ejaculation. I happen to know some specialized techniques in this regard, if you'll permit me to train her." "Are you certain this is best, doctor? It seems too sexual," I said. Tomasz replied, "It is my professional opinion that, under these difficult circumstances, this is the best course of action for your daughters' long-term health." I will say that I was hesitant at this proposal. I did see the logic in it purely from a health standpoint, and I valued Tomasz's opinion as our family doctor. But wasn't fellatio really just a form of sex? The Doctor smiled and reassured me, "Well, of course the men will find it sexually arousing, which is after all the intent. But very few women find it sexually arousing to perform fellatio, if the man is not stimulating her in return. If we remind the men of the limits in place -- no kissing, no vaginal touching, and so on -- I believe the girls will think of this as just another way to eat, and nothing more." Thus reassured, I gave Tomasz the go-ahead to start training Paulina. Together we presented the Doctor's proposal to her and described the concept. Of course Paulina was enthusiastic at the prospect of getting more to eat, but she was also confused ("why wouldn't the man just use his hand instead of my mouth?"). The doctor and I both reassured Paulina that the men would prefer this much more, which seemed to make her happy. And so the doctor started Paulina on a course of training exercises, focused on getting her used to the feeling of a penis pushing more deeply into her mouth. He instructed her in what he called the "throat position": Her laying face-up, with her head slightly over the edge of the bed, tilted back. Tomasz explained to her that this position straightens out her throat, so that if she could learn to control her gag reflex, a man could enter her mouth as deeply as he desired. This would be a very efficient feeding position indeed! Now Tomasz himself was probably a poor trial subject for Paulina during her initial training. At 60 years old he was a kindly-looking older man: Of average height and about thirty pounds overweight, with a balding hairline and glasses. Paulina never told anyone, but Tomasz reminded her of her grandfather on her mother's side, who had tragically died about three years earlier at the age of 68. Anyway, Tomasz looked like your average kindly grandfather in every way except one: His penis was among the largest in the building, and unlike many older men he had no trouble at all getting hard. Fully erect he was perhaps 22 centimeters long. But for little Paulina it was his thick girth that was the greater challenge. She had to open her jaw almost as far as it could go, just to get the full head of his penis into her mouth. Little Paulina lay in the throat position, with the Doctor standing next to the bed facing her, his erect penis near the entrance to her mouth. Tomasz saw her tiny body laid out before him on the bed, the sight of her clearly driving him wild with desire. Then with both girl and man in the proper positions, he bent over at the waist, keeping his penis in position but bringing his head right next to Paulina's nearly hairless little vagina. He could smell her this way, which made his penis tense even more. In one last little adjustment, he coaxed the girl to lift her knees up, bending at the waist, and spread her legs -- as if she were to be fucked in the missionary position. Tomasz used his upper arms to pin her legs back so she could relax. His upper body was now essentially laying on top of her, his head positioned perfectly over her wide-open crotch area. From this position he could breathe her smell in deeply, from her vagina back to her exposed anus. Watching all of this from across the room, I was amazed at the man's self-control. Tomasz was clearly mad with desire, yet he was careful to not initiate sexual contact with the girl (licking her vagina or anus), or thrust his big cock into her mouth, for which he was perfectly positioned. Then he spoke: "Ok Paulina this is the feeding position I had in mind. Do you see how well-positioned my penis is to enter your mouth? And also my face is perfectly positioned down here to smell you directly." His voice broke at that last part. I was amazed the doctor was able to hold it together and maintain his professionalism. Much later, after the war, the doctor confided in me that his wife loved this position, and was the one who taught him about deep-throating. I found it hard to believe, having known the 57 year old woman for so many years. Apparently her favorite type of intercourse was into the throat, and one of the reasons they never had children of their own was that the doctor almost had to beg her for vaginal sex. A Liquid Diet Ch. 01 "Yes doctor I can see how this would be a really good position for men to feed me in. They can sniff me everywhere, and ejaculate straight into the back of my mouth. But there's one big problem." She giggled a bit. "How can I get such a large penis into my mouth??" The doctor smiled. "Yes I know it seems impossible now honey. But practice! We'll start your training on some of the men with thinner penises. Once you can take a thin penis all the way into your throat, then it's just a matter of working your way up to bigger sizes. You'll see!" "Ok doctor, if you'll be my teacher then I'll do whatever you say. I really hope I can someday learn to take you all the way inside!" And with that, I could tell the doctor was close to ejaculating. He was masturbating his thick cock slowly, and I knew from experience that Tomasz was a slow stroker when it was time to come. His voice cracked again, "Ok good honey. Let's start your training right now. I hope you're hungry because the Doctor has something for you. Open wide honey!" And with that, he stuffed his thick cock into Paulina's mouth. Probably no more than three inches, but at his girth it completely filled her small mouth. Her eyes bulged a little as the contractions went up his penis, pumping his semen into the back of her mouth. This whole time he had his nose a centimeter from her pussy, smelling deeply but being careful to not initiate sexual contact. Paulina of course swallowed every tasty drop, and immediately after looked sleepy and contented. Despite the doctor's size she did not gag at all. From that observation I could have guessed how things would go. ----------------- Apparently only 5 to 10 percent of women can develop the ability to completely suppress their gag reflex, and take a man deeply into their throats without choking. As fate would have it, Paulina turned out to be one of those girls. So for her to learn how to deepthroat two things were needed: First, she had to stretch out the tissues of her mouth, especially the back of the mouth and leading into the esophagus. The doctor achieved this by enlisting men of gradually increasing girth for her training exercises. It was a big milestone for her when she took her first penis all the way down to the base. By this time a lot of the men were taking notice of her training, no doubt looking forward to the day when she could take their cocks into her throat. Anyway, on that day she took her first full cock, there was a group of men around her bed, cheering. I have to say, as her father I was very proud. The second thing to learn was breath control. When a penis goes in to a certain depth, the sinus passage to the nose is blocked and the woman cannot breathe. Because of this, the Doctor explained to Paulina, you need to learn to time your breathing with the man's thrusting. She was to practice so much that it became second nature. And finally she needed to practice holding her breath for long periods of time without panicking. He taught her techniques to relax, and slow her heart rate; some of the techniques that skin divers use, as I later found out. For Paulina this was natural. She naturally found that a cock in her mouth and throat made her contented and relaxed: Not sleepy, but mellow, and that naturally led to the breath control Tomasz was trying to teach her. Eventually she would learn to hold her breath for two and half minutes at a time, which for all of the men feeding her was more than enough. And so within the short span of about a week, Paulina mastered the art of deepthroating. It certainly helped that she got so much intensive practice, every day. How many 18 year old girls have the opportunity to practice on 80 different cocks during the course of a day? Her "graduation" of course was to take her teacher Tomasz all the way into her throat. She wanted her lips to be stretched around the very base of his cock while she drank his semen. Paulina doubted that she'd taste a thing. She'd noticed with most of the larger men that when their cocks were fully embedded, the semen went straight down her throat into her belly, with no taste at all. She laughed about how weird it was to eat and not taste her food. Paulina got into her throat position, which had become her usual feeding position now: Face-up laying on the bed, with her head hanging over the edge. She looked up at her teacher Tomasz, and smiled a big innocent smile. "I think I'm ready Sir!" With that, Tomasz assumed his position standing in front of her, with his torso bent over so he could take in her intoxicating smell. By this point she of course knew to lift her knees up and spread her legs, giving him the best access possible. Tomasz breathed her in deeply, and immediately his large cock responded. He took one hand and tapped his penis against her mouth, and she of course knew what to do. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, so the doctor could push his cock in. As I described above, Paulina had taken to getting very relaxed during these throating sessions. It was her breath control training, combined with a natural contentment she felt when her mouth and throat were filled. Anyway, as Tomasz pushed into her you almost would have thought she was asleep: Her eyes were closed, and her unmoving arms stretched straight out at her sides, parallel to the edge of the bed. For as calm and unmoving as Paulina was, the good doctor was anything but. He was more aroused than I've ever seen him, hunched over my little girl. He was making his entrance gradually, not wanting to frighten her: He would make a few small thrusts forward, then a longer draw backward. Then a few more thrusts -- slightly farther than the last -- followed by a drawback. And so on. In this way he gradually made his way forward, while also giving her chances to breathe. Paulina later explained to me the feeling of having Tomasz in her little throat. "Well Daddy do you know that warm, contented feeling when someone hugs you tight? The tighter the better. Well that's how it feels to me when I have a penis down my throat. As they push in my windpipe has to expand, especially if the penis is thick. To me it feels like my throat is giving their penis a nice tight hug. It feels so good and relaxing! The Doctor is the best feeling of all!" With that, the Doctor was finally embedded completely into her throat! Although I knew this was just a feeding exercise to support Paulina's nutrition, I am ashamed to admit I found it erotic to see my daughter in that throat position, with a massive cock down her throat. I would not have believed it possible, to tell the truth! Paulina's lips were at the base of his cock, with her nose buried deeply into his ballsack. She was utterly calm; if she had any recognition of the achievement, she didn't show it. The doctor labored to speak: "Mmm, that's a good little girl. You took that much better than I expected. But I need to test you a little bit more, and that is on your ability to take thrusting. I'm going to be thrusting my penis in and out of you now sweetheart, so don't be alarmed. Just continue to relax." Then he slowly pulled back his cock from the deepest position, all the way back out until just the tip was in her mouth. It was the most amazing thing, from the outside you could literally see the bulge in her neck from the massive head of his cock squeezing through. As he pulled out, the bulge travelled upward and her neck returned to normal. Then in one smooth motion, the doctor pushed his cock all the way back in until his balls were pressed against her nose once more. The obscene bulge in her throat traveled back down, seemingly halfway to her stomach. Paulina for her part was a trooper, and never so much as flinched. The doctor said, "Ahhh, that's perfect. I'm so proud of you! Ok, just a little more thrusting now and then you get your reward!" With that, he pinned her legs back extra far with his arms, and got his nose right up into her widely-exposed, musky vagina. Like her, he too closed his eyes as the aroma had its effect on him. I noticed he also enjoyed smelling her little butthole, which I found interesting and strangely arousing. I thought back to my days as Gabriel, sniffing Paulina's used panties in the bathroom while I masturbated. How much of that wonderful smell had been from her little vagina, and how much was from her anus? I had no way of telling, but watching the doctor sniff deeply at her little butthole made me curious. At that point, the doctor lost most of whatever professional detachment he had left. He started really fucking my little girl's mouth. And I'm not talking about some kind of slow gingerly thing. The doctor was fucking her mouth like most men fuck a woman in the vagina: Vigorously and without restraint. For a moment I was alarmed, wondering how Paulina would hold up to the deep rutting taking place in her throat. But I needn't have worried; she was well-trained. As I said, you would have almost thought she was asleep, she was so contented and pliable. As much as I tried to view this display for what it was -- my little girl eating her dinner -- there was something undeniably erotic about it: The doctor hunched over my little girl, fucking her throat with abandon. His overweight belly lying on top of her nearly flat chest, holding her down. His face buried between her legs, holding her little butt cheeks apart so he could smell the scent of her butthole. Finally the Doctor had his orgasm. As expected he rammed his cock all the way inside and held it there tightly, pinning Paulina's head against the edge of the bed. As the waves of orgasm hit him he let out a big guttural yell that I swear everyone in the building must have heard. You could see Paulina's distended throat working overtime, trying to swallow his seed. Although he was buried so deeply that swallowing probably wasn't necessary; strictly speaking the doctor was most likely shooting his semen directly into her stomach. The effect of the swallowing was mostly to stroke the doctor's embedded cock, milking a few more squirts out of him. When it was all over, Tomasz collapsed on top of my girl, pressing his full weight onto her as he struggled to recover. His cock was still buried completely in her mouth. He pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back on the bed, looking almost dazed. Paulina lay with her arms wide out, eyes still closed, with merely a little smile of satisfaction on her lips. By this time, quite a crowd of men had gathered in the apartment, surrounding the bed to watch the event. News had traveled around the building that the doctor was giving Paulina her final test today. Many of the men were the older ones in Paulina's group, but I noticed many of Kasia's men were there as well, keeping tabs on what Paulina was doing. Kasia herself was watching from the doorway to her room; apparently all of her men had left to see the events next door. As the Doctor pulled out of Paulina's mouth and collapsed onto the bed, the crowd of men, which had been quiet up until now, spontaneously erupted into a huge cheer. They were smiling and giving each other high fives, like their favorite football team had just scored a winning goal. I think none of them could wait to take their turn on Paulina. Amidst all the celebration, I noticed one person in the room was not smiling: Kasia. As I looked at her standing in her doorway across the room, our eyes met and she had a worried look on her face. And then it hit me like a punch to the gut: From now on how will Kasia ever get enough to eat? ----------------- ----------------- Kasia's plight became immediately apparent as Paulina's feeding activities settled into a new rhythm. Paulina remained in the throat position on the edge of her bed for hours at a time. Her head was tilted back over the edge, giving men easy access to her mouth. She kept her arms stretched out limply to her sides, with her eyes closed and that contented look one could almost mistake for drowsiness. Paulina seemed to be in heaven when a man was buried in her throat. The men would line up in our family room next to Paulina's bed, sometimes as many as 12 deep. Because there were so many men who wanted to feed Paulina, we put a 2.5 minute time limit on each one. The men standing in line would stroke themselves to near orgasm, and when it was their turn would plunge their cock into Paulina's waiting throat. They all quickly learned they could be as rough or gentle as they wanted with her, and she seemed to enjoy both. Anyway most of the men would follow the Doctor's lead and bend down to sniff her vagina or anus while they fucked her throat. Conditioned as they were, smelling the girl directly like this would usually make them erupt very quickly. Then you'd see the swallowing in her throat (almost the only sign she wasn't sleeping), and then it was the next man's turn. And so on and on it went, an endless procession of men waiting for the chance to feed my daughter directly down her throat. ----------------- While Paulina was getting nearly 250 loads per day to eat, poor Kasia had dropped down to just 80. She would start losing weight if we didn't find a solution soon. As I sat down on the edge of Kasia's bed in her empty room, she started to cry. "Oh Daddy, I'm so sad and hungry! None of the men want to feed me anymore!" "Come here sweetie and let me hold you. You know Daddy loves you and I'm going to help you find a solution. All these men are just excited by what your sister can do now. They still like you but sometimes men only think with their penises." "I know Daddy. I would love to be able to do what Paulina does with her mouth, but I don't think I can! The doctor tested me and he says I don't have Paulina's special gift. When a penis gets more than three or so inches into my mouth, I start to choke and gag and I can't control it!" "Yes sweetie I know, and that's ok. I think your sister was just born with that special talent. Every girl has her special talent, we just need to figure out what yours is." "What do you mean Daddy, do you have any ideas what mine might be?" "It could be lots of different things. I'll have to think about it. Be patient ok honey?" "Ok Daddy, but hurry because I'm starting to get hungrier and hungrier!" At that moment she looked so sad and forlorn that it nearly broke my heart. I felt a twinge of the same emotion I felt many months before, when both my girls were on the verge of starvation. I felt helpless as a father, and wanted to do something, anything, to comfort and protect my baby girl. It was then I made a decision, one of those in-the-moment decisions with the power to affect the rest of your life. It's easy to look back on it with shame, and to judge what I did, but believe me at the time I only had my girl's best interests at heart. "Sweetie how would you like your father to help you out with your food?" "What Daddy? How do you mean?" My voice cracked as I continued on. I knew I was stepping over a line here that was real and permanent. Still something inside made me take that step. "Well honey, I mean like feeding. Daddy is a man and can ejaculate too you know." I honestly had no idea how she would respond to this. Disgust? Enthusiasm? Polite refusal? Anger? She thought about it for a moment, with a puzzled look on her face. Knowing my daughter as deeply as I do, I could almost see the lines of thought running through her mind. She's never really considered that Daddy is just like other men. She's thinking about how it never really occurred to her that Daddy can ejaculate. Then she remembers where she came from, and of course Daddy can ejaculate! Then she's filled with curiosity: I wonder what it's like? Finally the puzzled look gave way to a broad, bright smile on her face, instantly warming my heart. "Yes let's try it! Every bit of food will help! And it might help you find my special talent if you start feeding me like the other men." I smiled. "Ok good dear. But I have one request. Like the other men I'd like to sniff you while I masturbate, ok?" "Ok, Daddy, of course!" She'd gotten so used to the sniffing routine that it didn't faze her at all, the idea of her father smelling her vagina. I took my daughter's hand as we sat there on the bed, cradling it in my own and looking into her lovely eyes. She has her mother's eyes, the eyes I fell in love with so many years ago. Her lost mother who was long since dead. The three of us, the two girls and me, were all that was left of our world any more. Melancholy regret over our situation gave way to a feeling of intense love for this woman in front of me. She was MY woman, and I would bend Heaven and Earth to protect her, and make her happy. There was little else left for me in this world. Lifting her hand to my mouth I kissed it softly, trying to communicate the intensity of my feelings in that single kiss. This would be our first time, and I wanted it to be special. I gave her what I hoped was a reassuring smile, then leaned her back to lay flat on the bed. She was already naked except for her panties, which I reached up to grab at the waistband. Slowly I pulled them down off her reclining body. Pulling over the swell of her hips, her lifting upward so I could pull them past her generous buttocks. Our eyes met briefly, and she smiled. Then I smelled it, and gasped. That smell! I hadn't smelled it in weeks, since the last time I'd masturbated with my face pressed into her panties. Here it was for real, her gorgeous womanly vagina! Not tiny and hairless like her sister's, but rich and full and fertile and musky. She watched me intently as I leaned forward and nestled my nose within her pubic hair, smelling deeply. I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh, then returned to my work of removing her panties. When she was naked, I stood up off the bed and began to remove my clothing. She watched me closely, with a look I interpreted as intense curiosity. Kasia let out a cute chuckle when my erect penis popped free from my underwear and bounced up and down. I took off everything, wanting to be completely naked for our first time together. At last I lay down next to her on the bed, and carefully arranged us for her feeding. I was laying on my left side, with my head pointed toward the head of the bed. Kasia was laying on her left side as well, but with her head pointed the opposite way, toward the bottom of the bed. And so we formed a kind of 69 position on our sides, with my face near her vagina, and her mouth near my penis. I then instructed Kasia to open her legs, so I could put my head between them. Resting her upper thigh against my right ear, gravity sandwiched my head between her thighs. Immediately in front of me, occupying my entire view was her intoxicating vagina. I was in heaven! Breathing in deeply, I took my free right hand and began stroking my cock. I want to stress that I had always been very careful to prevent sexual contact between me, and any of the other men for that matter, and my daughters. Sniffing their smell is one thing, but touching and licking their vaginas were strictly off-limits. The girls of course used their mouths on the mens' penises, but strictly for the nonsexual act of feeding. I was adamant that I wanted my daughters to retain their sexual innocence. So I was surprised with Kasia that day when she began rocking her hips against my head, wedged between her thighs. As I was smelling her and masturbating, it was like she wanted to grind her vagina against my face. She reached down with her right hand, and feeling between the backs of her thighs found my head. She grabbed my hair and held on tight, using this to pull me into her. In the heat of sex I didn't have the willpower to stop her. She began grinding her vagina hard against my face, smearing me with her smell. I would be lying if I said it wasn't erotic. A Liquid Diet Ch. 02 Part 2: After the War Copyright 2013 by woodfellow Twenty one months and four days after the occupation began, as quickly as it started it was over. When the UN forces arrived to liberate us they found a curious sight: An apartment complex filled with one hundred and sixty men, and exactly two healthy young women ages 19 and 21. They moved us to a refugee camp where we received food, new clothes, and health inspections. All of us were very healthy including the girls. In the months that followed the war reconstruction effort gained momentum. Families like ours who were driven homeless by the war were a big focus of the humanitarian aid efforts. We qualified for a housing subsidy and I decided to use the opportunity to buy a home, only a few kilometers from where we'd lived before. I couldn't help but think our family had come out ahead by the war: Our new house was certainly better than anything we'd afforded previously. We moved into our new home six weeks after the war ended. What a beautiful home it was! It had three bedrooms, so the girls no longer had to share. The home also had its own suite, basically a connected apartment with its own separate entrance from the outside. Paulina and Kasia were delighted to settle into our new home, and return to normal life. Paulina, who was 20 at this time, had had her high school studies interrupted by the war. She was missing her last two years, and so re-enrolled in school as an 11th grader. Paulina was three years older than most of the other students in her class, but being young-looking and petite she did not stand out. Kasia on the other hand had completed her high school studies shortly before the war. I encouraged her to consider college, but she decided she would rather work for a while and decide what she wanted to do next. So Kasia looked for a job, eventually finding a role as an administrative assistant at a law firm. She was surrounded by lawyers, mostly men, but it was an environment she liked and a job she could do really well. Since Kasia was working she moved into the suite attached to the house. That would be convenient if she had to leave for work early. ----------------- There was absolutely no discussion between the girls and me about what had happened during the war, and what we had done to survive. In the privacy of my own mind I often thought about those events, and tried to make sense of them. Had I done the right thing as a father? Could there have been another way? On the one hand I was proud to have gotten my daughters safely through the horrors of war. Heaven knows things could have been much worse: Countless thousands of young girls no different from ours had been raped or killed or worse during the war. I felt proud that I kept my girls safe. On the other hand, at what cost? They had provided sexual gratification to hundreds of men over many months. Yes we had rules about sexual contact to keep the girls from getting aroused. But there had to be consequences. And truthfully, if I was honest with myself I still felt a burning sexual attraction for my daughters. I had gone from fucking each of them daily (one in the mouth, one in the ass), to nothing. How was I supposed to return to a normal father role? Everything had changed and I was consumed by guilt. Over the weeks that followed, the war took on a surreal dreamlike quality. I think all of us wanted to close that chapter of our lives. I was soon reminded however that leaving the past behind is easier said than done.... ----------------- "Daddy, I can't sleep!" I woke up and looked for the source of the whispering. Kasia was standing next to my bed looking at me. The alarm clock on my nightstand read 3:14am. What was she doing up so late? "Have you tried listening to your music honey? That might help you sleep." I whispered back, still half-asleep myself. "Yes I tried everything! Nothing's working. I'm not used to sleeping in a room by myself. Can you come keep me company for a while?" She was whispering very softly but with an urgency that brought me awake. "Ok sweetheart, but I really need to get sleep of my own too. I'll come for a while." And so I followed Kasia down the hallway and through several rooms, to the inside door to her suite. I was so tired I was practically sleepwalking. She closed her suite door behind us, and led me through into her bedroom. By design this part of the house was very private from the other rooms. Her bedroom was quite large, with its own king-sized bed and attached bathroom. Still groggy I fell into the bed, and Kasia settled in next to me. Pulling the blankets up she shifted and lay on her stomach with her face buried in a pillow. She always liked this sleeping position. With my right hand I patted her slowly and gently on the back, hoping this would soothe her to sleep. For a long time I gently patted her.... "Daddy, I still can't sleep!" Waking up again I realized I had dozed off. Her clock now read 3:37am. Kasia sounded tired and a little bit frantic to get to sleep. I knew the feeling, when you need to sleep but your body just won't do it. "Ok honey," I said. "Is there anything I can do to help?" She looked me in the eyes and paused for a while with a strange expression on her face. Very softly she said, "well there is one thing...." "What is it honey? I want to help you get some rest." "Well..." she hesitated. "Daddy do you remember how you used to hold me in bed to help me relax? Could you do that for me now? I really need to get some sleep!" She was talking about how I used to pin her arms down. For some reason this has a calming effect on Kasia, I don't know why. It seemed almost an instinctive response, like how a kitten relaxes when picked up by the nape of its neck. "Of course I'll help honey." With that I rolled Kasia onto her belly. Then laying next to her, I pulled her arms up above her head and used my hand to grip her wrists together firmly. When I did this I could hear her exhale and visibly relax. She closed her eyes and her breathing got more even. I thought she was drifting off to sleep, but she kept stirring periodically. "Daddy can you lay on top of me for a little bit? I'm so tired...." And so I climbed over on top of my daughter, and eased my weight onto her. With my left hand I continued holding her wrists above her head. With my right hand I did the other thing she finds soothing: I reached under her right armpit and placed my hand firmly around her throat. With this treatment Kasia sighed and I felt all the tension drain out of her. Like picking up a kitten by the nape of its neck. As she was calming, something was happening to me. My groin was pressed against her pajama-ed bottom, and involuntarily I was getting an erection. I was wearing no nightclothes of any kind, so my penis nestled directly against her. "I hope she's asleep and isn't feeling this," I thought. Kasia was completely still for several minutes, and my thoughts began to drift. To the smell of her hair, and my memories of Gabriel feeding his daughters. Almost involuntarily I shifted my weight slightly, and my penis fell perfectly into the crack down her bottom. She was wearing pajama bottoms, a fuzzy material that felt soft against my shaft. I couldn't deny it, holding Kasia down was incredibly arousing. My thoughts went back to months before, when each morning I would hold my daughter like this, lube my cock with my saliva, and push my shaft deep into her warm bottom. Against my will I began tiny, imperceptible thrusting movements. For several minutes I stayed there, enjoying the sensation of her sleeping body underneath me and the rhythmic pressure of my hard penis against her soft bottom. "Mmmm Daddy ... that .... feels so good" she said with the sleepiest voice you can imagine. And then she fell quiet. ----------------- ----------------- About four months after liberation day, I got a call from the doctor Tomasz. He wanted to meet and talk. I had a feeling he had bad news, and it was confirmed the next day when we spoke. Tomasz's wife had not survived the war. The circumstances of her death were not clear, but he had made a positive identification of her remains. I tried my best to console him, but with little effect. Men, especially older men, don't do well when their women are gone. That was when Tomasz and I decided to start a weekly meetup of some of our friends from the old neighborhood. We called it "poker night", from 8 to 11pm every Friday evening at our house. The group included Tomasz of course, and six other friends that were still in the area. Most of the men were older, although at 61 years old Tomasz was the senior of the group. One of the other men had also lost his wife during the war. Poker night with the guys fast became a weekly tradition, and a chance for us to talk about old times and what was happening in our lives. The war had been disrupting for each of us, most of all the two who'd lost their wives. But we were all survivors and it felt good to spend time with trusted old friends each week. The eight of us would seat ourselves around our big dining table, and drink and play poker. We'd play for money, small stakes. Just enough to keep it interesting but not enough to develop grievances. In truth none of us was all that good at poker, and the winnings would go back and forth between us each week. The girls would usually stay in their rooms. By this time Paulina was getting a lot of homework in school, and she'd usually get all her weekend homework done on Friday evening. Kasia meanwhile would stay in her suite and was almost never seen or heard. ----------------- It was our very first poker night, and we were about an hour into a game of five-card draw. The men had settled into a good rhythm and conversation. Some of us were drinking beer, the others vodka as per each man's preference. Out of the corner of my eye I saw somebody standing in the wide archway in one side of the room. It was my daughter Paulina. "Sorry Daddy to bother all of you. I just wanted to get a drink of water from the kitchen!" From Paulina's room the kitchen was on the other side of the dining room, and she had to walk through our poker game to get there. "That's fine dear. Don't mind us men!" I replied. As the words were coming out of my mouth, I realized that Paulina's eyes had scanned the room and were riveted on Tomasz, the doctor. Her face was beginning to flush. Tomasz for his part returned her gaze with a blank, unreadable expression. He said nothing. As instantly as it came the moment passed, and Paulina began walking through the room toward the kitchen. While she walked every one of the men's eyes were on her. In hindsight I didn't think about how awkward this might be for Paulina. All of these men had, just months before, been feeding their entire semen output to Paulina and her sister Kasia to help them survive the war. All but one of these men in the room had been in Paulina's group, and each of them had been intimate with Paulina hundreds of times. For me those memories were fading into the past, since I lived with Paulina every day. But for these men in the room, this was the first they'd seen of Paulina since the day the war ended. For them the memories were fresh. As she walked through the room I was also acutely aware of how provocatively she was dressed. Did she always dress like this on a Friday night at home? I wondered. All Paulina wore was a very large football jersey, so long it covered her bottom like a dress. Was she wearing shorts or panties underneath? I couldn't tell. The only other visible clothing she wore was a pair of big fluffy white socks that pulled up to just below her knees. Paulina looked like she was ready for a sleepover with her girlfriends. Conversation among the men began to return when Paulina had passed through the dining room again back toward her room in the hallway. Within seconds it was as if the interruption had never occurred. By some unspoken agreement we never said a word about what must have been on every man's mind, namely how we'd fed Paulina and her sister during the war. That was in the past. ----------------- Poker night was a big success. By around 10pm all the drinking was catching up with us, and Tomasz was the first to ask if he could use the restroom. I described how to find the bathroom at the end of the hall, and he excused himself. After he returned, one by one the other men took bathroom breaks of their own. One of the nice things about poker is you don't need all players to be there to continue the game. Men would excuse themselves to get a beer from the kitchen, or go to the bathroom as needed. They felt right at home. At 11pm we decided to call it a night, and with handshakes and smiles we agreed what a fun night we'd had. We decided to make Friday poker night a standing tradition. ----------------- After the men had left and I'd cleaned up, I went to Paulina's room to say good night to her. I knocked softly on her door, not wanting to wake her if she was already asleep. "Come in daddy, I'm still awake," I heard her respond. I entered her room to find Paulina laying on her bed. She looked like she'd been staring at the ceiling and daydreaming. I sat next to her on the edge of her bed. "How was your evening sweetheart? Did you get your homework finished?" I asked. "My evening was great. I didn't get too far on my homework though. I'll need to finish it this weekend. How about you daddy, did you have a fun time with your friends?" she asked. "Ah yes we had a really good time," I replied. "We're going to make poker night something we do every Friday. It's good for the men to get together. The war was hard on them, and some of them even lost their wives. I think you know that Tomasz lost his wife of many years? Awful story." I continued, "Anyway, about poker night. Would that be ok with you? I know we kind of take up the house. I hope it isn't too much of an inconvenience to have so many guests." "Oh no!" Paulina blurted out. "It's no trouble at all. I can just stay in my room. I think the men really enjoyed themselves, and I agree it would be nice to do it again." "Mmm, well if it becomes a problem you just let me know, ok?" "Ok daddy, but I really don't think it will be a problem at all." I smiled and leaned over to kiss the top of her head. She was such an agreeable daughter. "Well sweetheart, it's late and I think you should get some rest!" I said. It was her turn to smile. "Yes Daddy I think you're right! And I'm all ready for bed." I kissed the top of her head again and stood up to leave the room. "Ok then, good night honey. I love you and sweet dreams!" Walking toward the door I switched out the light to her room. As I was standing in the hallway closing her bedroom door behind me, I thought I heard Paulina say something softly. A whisper? Reopening the door to her darkened room, I peeked my head in to see. My daughter was laying in bed with her big round eyes glowing in the darkness, looking at me. I walked quietly across the room and knelt next to her at the side of her bed. I whispered, "Did you say something honey?" She had wide-open eyes and a suddenly serious look on her face. "Yes Daddy," she whispered. "Can you tuck me in?" I was stunned, I never expected her to say those words again. During the war those had been the words Paulina used when she wanted Gabriel (me) to feed her just before bedtime. As my daughter said this she had a serious, almost pleading look on her face. Consciously or not she'd relaxed to let her mouth fall open, and I could already see her head tilting back. During the war she had spent countless hours in the "throat position", it was second nature to her. I am ashamed to say that my cock responded instantly. The animal within me wanted to become Gabriel again, and push my cock deep into her throat. I wanted to erupt into her mouth and fill it with semen for her to swallow. Every night during the war I would do this, fuck her throat with my nose nestled against her privates while I inhaled the smell of her vagina and anus. I don't know how I did it, but I resisted the urge. Deep down I knew this wasn't about my daughter's health any more. Gabriel had served his purpose, and for him to be an ongoing part of his daughters' lives would be wrong. I smiled at her and patted her cheek. "Of course I'll tuck you in honey." And I pulled up the blanket around my daughter and tucked her in. Leaning down I kissed her on the cheek, melting inside from the sad look in her eyes. I whispered to her, "Just remember honey, I always love you and will do what's best for you. Now you get some rest." I slipped out the door, closing it softly behind me. ----------------- Several weeks went by, and our lives settled into more of a routine. Paulina was doing well in school, and Kasia was finding she enjoyed working at the law firm very much. Kasia also enjoyed living more independently in her own suite. Sometimes she would join us for dinner, but often she would cook for herself (her suite had a small kitchen) and we might not see her at all on some nights. Her suite had its own entrance to the outside, so she was able to keep her own hours without disturbing us. I was proud she was learning to be independent. We also continued doing poker night each Friday, from 8 to 11pm. I don't think any of the men ever missed a single one. ----------------- ----------------- One evening in November I had a surprising conversation with Kasia. She had something to ask me, and wanted me to join her in her suite. Following her to her private rooms I was of course curious. In the privacy of Kasia's living area I asked her, "What's it about honey? Is something the matter?" "No Daddy, nothing like that. Well maybe. No that isn't right. I don't want to make you worried. I'm just trying to be safe is all." Kasia responded, stammering a bit. "Safe about what honey? Are you in trouble?" I asked. Kasia was turning red and was clearly embarrassed or emotional. About what I couldn't tell. She stalled a bit before continuing. "Trouble? Oh no Daddy, not at all. It's just...well...do you remember those special panties you made for me one time? Do you know where I can get those again?" My mind reeled! Kasia was talking about her half-panties, the ones I'd made for her during the war to protect her virginity. Kasia had turned to anal sex as a way to get the nutrition she needed. She wore the half-panties whenever men were fucking her bottom, to prevent mistakes. There was always a risk that the man might accidentally pull out too far out of her bottom and thrust back into the wrong hole. The half-panties were designed to prevent that. I considered what this request of hers meant. "Of course honey, we can get you some half-panties. But can you tell me what's going on? I'm your father and I want to make sure you're ok," I said. Kasia considered that, and then continued on. "Ok, well, I just want to be safe. Daddy there are a couple of men at my work who have been fucking my bottom for a while now. I want to wear half-panties to work just to be safe." "Really? Fucking you at work?!? Who are these men Kasia? How are they doing this to you?" "Oh don't worry Daddy it's nothing bad. You know I enjoy it!" With my prompting and cross-examination I eventually pieced together the entire story. The two men who were fucking Kasia were the two managing partners at her law firm. As men of power often do, one of the partners had decided to make a move on the attractive young woman who was new in the office. Kasia had enjoyed the attention from him, and within a few days invited him to fuck her bottom if he wanted. My daughter really has a different attitude toward sex than most women. Anyway, the man of course accepted.