10 comments/ 133702 views/ 44 favorites April Enslaved Ch. 01 By: kellie_green_eyes I had been in my bed, under the covers, crying, for about an hour and ten minutes, when my father enters my room after knocking very quietly. It's about two A.M. on a Wednesday morning, with the rest of the family asleep and the house silent. He pauses - it feels like for a long time. Then his feet takes quiet steps across the floor. I squirm with a tighter grip on my knees. He sits on my bed. "Angel," he says. I feel a hand on the back of my head. He's stroking my hair. "I -- I just want to say that I'm really sorry. And that what happened tonight will never happen again. I've always been --" he takes a deep, pained breath "-- a man who can't keep his emotions in check. And after seeing -- after seeing you. Well. Something I'd thought about for a long time just took hold of me." I could not respond with words. I just cried silently. I had accidentally sent a naked picture of myself to daddy's cell phone instead of my boyfriend's. A couple of hours ago, he had taken me down to the basement, into the laundry room, and made me take off my clothes. He then took off his pants and rubbed himself all over my breasts, my hair, my face, until he came on my shoulder while he held my face against his upper thigh. I had told him no but my dad is very forceful and abusive and he had ruled our house without any regard for our feelings. On my bed, my dad started crying and he kept saying how sorry he was. I sat up slowly and hugged him and told him that I was upset but that I'd forgive him in time. * * * Two days later. Friday morning. Everyone had gone to work or school, except for me. I'm at home for spring break from college. I get out of bed, stretch, and take off my silk pajamas. I pull my robe on and I turn to leave the room to head for the shower. Daddy's standing there. "Ah! You scared me," I say. "Hi April." Staring at my hulking father, all 6'4 of him. I can barely say, "I thought you were going to work." "I'm staying home with you." "I'm going shopping this morning, daddy." I begin to try to walk past him. He grabs my arm. "We have to talk about something. Something very serious. Go sit on your bed. Now." I look up at him, my eyes wild, stunned into a trembling numbness. Not quite controlling my own movements - and me, a 20-year-old college sophomore, a grown adult woman - I step back and half-sit, half-stumble on my bed. Daddy pauses before he speaks, like he isn't sure where to start. "The other night, April, I told you I was sorry. But I was wrong." "You said you were sorry and wrong the other night, daddy. Let's just please....drop it." "No, angel, it's not that. It's that I was wrong to say that I was sorry when that wasn't true." I look up and my jaw drops. I can't think of anything to say but I feel like something's about to happen. "I'm a sick man," he continues. "But I need a way to reign in my sickness. I need an outlet. And that's gonna have to be you, angel. It's the only way to tame the beast inside me." My throat catches but I manage to say, "Daddy, what do you mean?" "I mean that....well...I've been looking at the girls." He means my younger twin sisters, seniors in high school, just turned 18, identically adorable, and identically innocent. They were well on their way to well-adjusted, successful lives; their amazing success in school was leading them to top schools, with scholarships. I adored them; they were so unlike me, lacking my wild and rebellious streak. I broke rules even though dad was abusive and punishing. "I've been looking at the girls," he continues, "and I can't keep my mind from thinking things I shouldn't think. I thought I could control myself with call girls but it was slipping away, my control, and I was about to....I don't even know what. And then..." ....he takes a couple of steps toward the bed.... "....I get your little message on my cell phone." "That wasn't meant for you, daddy." "Don't care. Here's the point. You're already a dirty little thing. They are pure. You're going to protect them." "H-how?" "By being Daddy's special little girl." I scoot up the bed to get physical distance but a quick hand reaches out and grabs a handful of my thick, dark hair and yanks me close to him. I yell and try to push away and then I punch him in his stomach and then, quickly, before I even fully pull my hand back, I feel a sharp, stinging slap on my face. I'm then pulled completely off the bed by my hair, stumbling to the floor. "You know I won't hesitate to punish disobedience around here, Lisa." I knew. He was not shy about hitting mom in front of us. Still gripping my hair. I'm on my hands and knees before him. "You've got a rockin' little body, slut. Take off that robe. Show daddy your curves. The new house rules are simple. You give me what I want, when I want it, and no one else in this house gets hurt." With trembling hands, I loosen my robe. I let it fall behind me. He's got a fistful of my hair; his other hand is around my throat, with a gentle grip. "You're so fucking hot, April," he almost hisses. "I can't get enough of your short frame, your smooth ivory skin, your round but firm ass. Oh my goodness I am gonna enjoy every square inch of you, so get ready." Still holding my hair in one hand, his other hand groped my breasts. "Tell daddy what size these are." "Um...they...they are 34C, daddy." "Damn. They look bigger on your short petite, frame. What are you, 5'4"?" "Five-two daddy." "Mmm-mnnn. I love 'em small and cute, like you. Makes you look so damn innocent. But your tits and pussy will tell me you're not so innocent." He pushed my face into his crotch and with the other hand gropes all up and down my back, reaching my ass and squeezing and smacking it. "Girl as hot you should never turn a man down, you know that? You drive every man wild and that's not nice, is it?" I feel his strength all over me. "Is it, I said?" He smacks my ass. Hard. "N-no, it...it isn't." "Call me daddy. Everything you say should include you calling me daddy, is that clear?" I pause. I would cry but I'm too shocked about what's happening. "Yes, daddy." He lets go of my hair and lifts his t-shirt off. His frame is very powerful and muscular. "Pull my jeans down, angel. Time to let out your new best friend." My fingers tremble. His jeans are tight. It's hard to get the button out. He's gently caressing my arms while I struggle with it. I finally get it free and he's running his fingers through my hair, which is dark and very thick with a slight natural curl to it. When I start to unzip, he slips a thumb into my mouth. I suck on it. He tells me to swirl my tongue around his thumb, and I do. After lowering the zipper I grab his jeans at the hips with either hand and pull down....eventually I get past his really hard, really throbbing cock, which springs free after the jeans pass over it completely. It hits my chin and I flinch. He gives my face a light open-hand slap. "Ok pretty girl, open that sexy mouth." And at first, I can't. Just can't do it. He yanks my head back with a tug on my hair, bends his face down, and kisses me. Deeply. His tongue inside my mouth, slobbering a bit on me. He pulls away. "Ok your mouth is wet now. I want to feel that on my cock. Don't fucking hesitate, you sexy slut. Say, 'I want to suck your cock, daddy.' And then. Open. The. Mouth." I look down. And then I turn my big brown eyes to his and say, "I want to suck your -- your cock, daddy." I open my mouth and close my eyes and feel the tip of his cock slip in. He just moves it around in my mouth a little. It feels big all by itself. "See? I'm not even going to gag you with it. Yet. Goddamn that feels good. Like fucking heaven, my sweet little girl, your wet mouth on the tip of my cock, so hard, so sensitive. Goddamn!!!" I reach up with my hands to hold it, in the hopes of keeping him from putting more into my mouth, but he grabs my wrists forcefull and holds them behind my head. "Did I tell you you could touch it? Blowjobs are only for mouths unless I say otherwise. Tell me you're sorry." He withdraws his dick so I can talk. "I'm sorry." A slap on my face, not hard, not light either. "Excuse me?" "I-- I'm sorry, daddy." "Good. Open." He slips the tip and then another inch into my mouth. He's fucking my mouth now. Strong hands on either side of my head. I start to feel something I didn't expect. Gratitude. For what? My own father fucking my mouth against my will and I feel gratitude. It's hard to explain. I guess what I feel most directly is power. His power over me. His power over the world -- the world of our family. There's something exhilerating about it. This powerful man, this man who takes what he wants, has taken.... me. And what's more: he's not gagging me. He easily could, of course. Most men would -- with their cocks in my wet mouth, my head under firm control. Most men would want to, and even the ones who didn't would want to know what it's like. To gag a girl. To see a cute face pressed all the way to the pubes, the dick disappearing in her mouth. But he holds this back. It's like he wants me to enjoy it, too. It's this special thing he's doing -- or withholding -- just for me. "Fuck yes, April. Fuck yes. Your face is so fucking cute. Slim nose, big brown eyes, wide mouth. Oh god. Seeing a cock dirty up your cute face is fucking unreal. Such a good wet mouth, holy god!" I feel his cock hardening even more -- it feels incredibly solid, like a bar of iron. This starts to excite me, this effect. He withdraws and his cock points upward at a slight angle...he pushes my face under his cock and all the way against the base of the underside of his cock, my nose touching him right under where his ball sack starts. "Rub your pussy while I fuck your face, angel." I start to do as he says. He pulls my face off of him and aims his cock for my mouth again. I slip the tip between my lips, one smooth motion. My pussy is wet and it makes me blush. It's not really wet -- but there's some wetness and I feel low again. Low and humiliated. He gives me one quick stroke to the back of my throat, which catches me off guard, and I gag, but he quickly withdraws it entirely and lifts me to my bed by gripping my arms under the tricep. He practically tosses me on the bed. I feel his strength. I think he's about to fuck me - but instead he spreads my legs and bends his face right into my pussy. His tongue gently runs up and down each lip, with a very light touch. I can't help but exclaim, "ah!" which I then determine to suppress. Now he's running his tongue every where. "Fuck, your pussy tastes good." He sucks each lip into his mouth and then he goes low and runs his tongue all around my hole, with a very light, caressing touch, which makes my lower body give off sparks that travel up my spine. I can't help it -- I manage to suppress a squeal that builds in my throat but my legs spasm in delight. And my breath catches. "You fucking love it, you whore. You love it too much. You're so wet. I can't even think straight. I'm gonna eat this pussy and then I'm gonna fuck it and then I'm gonna cum in your slut mouth." Now he's flicking my clit with his tongue while he works a big thumb into my pussy. "I can't believe my dick is gonna fit inside this little hole. Holy shit you're gonna be tight." But he doesn't rush it. He eats my pussy slowly, hitting every spot, sucking in some pink flesh every so often. A thumb in my hole, gently turning. His other hand groping my tits. "Tell me where my cum is going to be, April." "Wha-- what?" I pant. He slaps my face very lightly and smiles. "Tell me. Say it." I look down. Hard to see past my tits but I can see his face from the nose down is shiny when he lifts it to tell me something. "You're fucking unholy wet, girl. Your dark pubic hairs are all totally matted down with wetness. Fucking nasty. Now say it." I can't help panting and it's hard to get the words out. "Yo-your cum....will be in ... my mouth, dad--daddy." "Time to fuck, sweet mother of god," he says, crawling up on my bed, which is a little twin bed that he just covers completely, like a blanket. He doesn't ease his dick in, though. It's in up to his balls in no time. It makes me toss my head back and shriek. And then I feel his teeth on my neck, gently biting, giving me a hicky, grunting while his cock pistons in out of my very wet pussy, his balls slapping my ass, his arms pushing my knees up near my armpits. Without thinking, without even meaning to, I whimper the thought that's in my head. "You're so hard." He grunts loud and low in response -- clearly even more turned on. He slaps my face, kind of hard. I hadn't even meant to say it-- it just came out, like it was an incontrovertible fact my body made my mouth affirm. "You're pussy's tight and wet like nothing I've ever had...oh god oh god..." Thrusting hard, the bed moving back and forth, the mattress sliding off. "I'm close to cumming, you fucking slut!" Truth is, I'm close, too. But I manage not to say this. "Tell me where to cum! Tell Daddy!" I grit my teeth, humiliated. Or did I not want him to pull out yet? I was so close. But I wouldn't say so. I couldn't. How could I? What kind of girl would? "Cum - cum in my mouth, daddy," I say. And I'm barely finished saying this when he withdraws his steel-rod-like member from my pussy, lifts each knee above each of my thighs, and presses his dick against my lips. Later, I would feel shame that he didn't even have to comman me to open my mouth. In the tip slipped, and in two seconds, jets of hot sticky cum flood my mouth. Lying down made it feel like even more than it probably was, but it was four thick spasms followed by two smaller ones, each one accompanied by grunts from daddy. When he finishes cumming, he just holds it there. In my mouth. Neither one of us moves. He's panting, gasping, bracing one arm on the wall, the other hand covering his face, as if in shame. I lay below him, spent, humiliated. And ... wanting to cum. I shift one hand over to my pussy and gently rub my clit, hoping he doesn't notice. But I can't finish before he withdraws his cock, which is still pretty hard, from my mouth. I move my hand away and he slowly lowers himself, next to me, his body next to mine, both naked, sweaty. In a few minutes, he falls asleep. I lay, thinking about what just happened, and what the future holds for us. April Enslaved Ch. 02 [Author's Note: This series is a work of fiction. None of the acts described below happened, and this series is in no way an endorsement of the type of relationship depicted here. I am interested in some of the darker corners of sexual fantasy and I explore them in my imagination only for gratification and to satisfy my curiosities. If you don't enjoy a fairly hardcore nonconsent story, please consider reading my other submissions. In any case, though, I welcome and appreciate feedback, comments, suggestions, and questions. Thanks for reading!] I wake up after a fitful hour or two of deep sleep. Dad's got one arm around my shoulder. A big muscular leg is wrapped around my two delicate ones. He's snoring softly. I decide to try to unwrap his limbs from my body so that I can get up. Get up and ....what? Take a shower? Leave the house? Call the authorities? I wasn't sure. As I slip out from under, him, though, I feel his hand grip my arm. "Wait just a minute, angel." I freeze, afraid of what may happen next. "Tell me what we just did. On your bed. And then you can go. I won't dominate all day, every day, much as I'd want to just own that little hot body of yours every minute I'm awake. But you deserve your space, too. For being a good little...well...what? I want you to say it. What'd did we do this morning, on your bed?" "We...we fucked." His other hand grabs a fistful of my hair, causing me to gasp, and pulls me to him. "We fucked, what?" "We- we fucked, daddy." He licks the side of my face slowly. "And where did daddy cum?" "Daddy came in my mouth." He releases my hair, and lifts his leg off of my body. "Good girl. You're free to go. You're free for the day." * * * He kept his word. He didn't so much as put a hand on my shoulder that day, or the next, or for four days. Life seemed to return to normal. The family ate dinner together, and talked about our day, and everyone lived their lives the rest of the day. Dad didn't treat me differently -- he was his usual bossy self, but that wasn't unusual. All his behavior was normal -- he doted on my sisters, helped them with advice about applying to college and picking them up from piano lessons. And he was alternately sweet and mean to Mom, which, again, was just part of his personality, and a typical feature of their relationship. I'd thought he'd forgotten the whole thing -- and I sure wasn't going to bring it up. Until - one evening, at about 9:15 pm, a while after dinner, I was watching a movie with Traci and Sarah. We were in the living room; they were on the sofa, and I was on a love seat. I was engrossed in the movie, The Libertine, starring Johnny Depp, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked to see, and Dad leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Laundry room, two minutes." "Huh?" I said. He stared at my eyes, then moved his eyes down my body. Looked at my eyes again. My shoulders drooped. "But we've got 30 minutes left in this movie," I whispered. He whispered again, saying each word slowly. "I don't ask twice. Two minutes. Downstairs. On your knees." He walked away. I turned my face back to the tv and bit my lip as I felt tears rising to my eyes. I heard my dad's footsteps tap across the kitchen tile, open the door that led downstairs to our finished basement, at the far end of which was a little enclosed laundry room. "What's up?" Traci asked. "You look a little flushed. Should we pause the movie?" "No, no," I said, waving away the idea. "I just have this migraine coming on. You guys finish the movie. I'll -- I'm going to my room. Being in a dark, silent room is what I need right now." I got up, leaving them there to enjoy the movie, jealous of their freedom. Which, I remembered, I was protecting. By giving myself to Daddy, he was pledged to leave them alone. Daddy was mean. He was domineering. He could be brutal sometimes. But he was no liar. This is what I thought as my quivering legs carried my body down the wooden steps. I could see the faint light coming from across the way, where the light was on in the laundry room. I noticed immediately that the washer and dryer were running, giving a lot of cover to any noise we might make. There was a pit in my stomach that felt like it was drawing me in. I entered the laundry room. Daddy was wearing jeans, and, it seemed, nothing else. His shirt was off, revealing his tan, muscular body. He was barefoot. "You look so fucking good, angel. I've held back for days, but I can't stop myself from wanting to use your whole body again." I stepped into the room. "Shut the door behind you," I heard him say, and felt a palm on my cheek, fingers curled under my chin. "I told mom I was going to do some laundry down here while I studied for the MCSE. I mentioned that you had left to visit a friend. So, we're covered." I swallowed nervously. He was whispering hoarsely as his hands wandered down the length of my arms and through my hair. "It's even hotter this way, huh, with the whole family at home, right above us, but none the wiser, as Daddy has his way with his hottest little daughter." The shock of him pulling me away from the movie was intensified by the fact that he'd left me alone for days since fucking me in my bedroom. "Daddy, couldn't you wait until--" Slap! A firm, not too hard, open hand met my cheek, which was followed by a thumb in my mouth. "Swirl your tongue around my thumb while I explain the rules again." I did as I was told, feeling his power over me. "You have a sexy and tight little body. Thin little waist. Round, firm ass. Tits that ride high on your chest. That you show off in tight tops. All that turns daddy into an animal, and your my slave. In return, no one else gets my attention, and I won't even bother you every day." He removed his thumb from my mouth, put his hands on my hips, and spun me around, groping my body over my clothes. I was wearing a tight green short-sleeve top and denim skirt. "But when I want it, you respond without question. Got it?" "Yes, daddy," I said weakly. "There are other rules, which I will explain to you and you will obey. But now, the first thing daddy wants to do is slip my dick into that hot little wet mouth." When I turned and got on my knees, he pulled my hands on the front of his jeans and I understood this to mean that I was to take his pants down. He was already extremely hard and excited and so it was difficult to lower his zipper, open the button, and tug the jeans down over his bulge. When I got passed his crotch, his dick sprung free, and he was so excited that I felt his hands on the back of my head and felt my face pulled toward his hard flesh, his jeans still gathered in a bunch at his knees. "Oh April your face is fucking adorable I just have to rub my dick all over it." He said. And he was just mashing my face against his dick, and against his balls, as he said, "oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck yeah. You see how hard and nasty you made me?" "Yes, daddy." "What do you see there?" "That your dick is really hard." "That's right. Now, reach behind you and grab hold of each ankle. There... that's a good girl. Now lick your lips and open that sweet mouth." I did as I was told. It felt so humiliating being on my knees, in the laundry room, in this secret place, with my dad having this hold over me. He slipped just the tip of his dick into my mouth. It felt warm, almost hot, and just a little bit slick already. It was firm but slightly giving, like an almost ripe plum. "Swirl that pink tongue all around it, April." It did and he moaned and moaned, and he tensed his hips and moved them slightly. But he refrained from sliding more of his dick into my mouth, which was kind of small. "Good girl. Oh god, you are a good girl. So good. Your mouth is so sweet." He had gathered a fistful of my hair. After a few minutes, he pulled the tip out of my mouth and asked me to purse my lips. Then he rubbed the tip all over them, holding his dick with one hand and my hair in the other. He tapped his dick over my face a few times -- on my nose, on each cheek, on my forehead -- before telling me to open my mouth again. This time he slid his dick in pretty deeply, causing me to release my ankles and flinch away from him. He actually apologized, telling me he just couldn't help giving a hard stroke to my mouth. "Now let's get that top off," he said, as he began lifting my shirt off. After it came off, he told me to undo my bra, which I did as he finished taking his jeans off. Before I knew it, his mouth was on one of my breasts, sucking my nipple and flicking his tongue all over it. It got hard involuntarily and I was ashamed about it, but there was nothing nothing I could do. "You have such amazing tits, April. Time I fucked 'em again." And with that, his super hard and swollen cock was in between my tits. "Look down and open your mouth, my little slut. My dick enters your mouth with each upstroke. Oh yes, baby, just like that. Oh god that's so fucking good!" After a few minutes of this, he pulled away, lifted my chin with his hand, and kissed me deeply, his tongue filling my mouth. "This is working out beautifully, angel. Now it's time for something else. My balls are so full of cum for you, and they're ready to be licked. Are you ready for that?" I wasn't sure what he wanted me to say. There was a slight tug on my hair followed by a moderate slap to my face. "Yes, daddy," I gasped, "I'm ready for your cum." "Not yet, sweet thing, I was asking you about my balls. Now, lay down." I did as I was told, laying down on the thick carpeting of the laundry room. Daddy straddled my face, and slowly lowered his balls to my mouth. He told me to bathe them with my tongue, to give them a very wet sucking. As I did, he explained several rules to me: 1. Whenever he grunted that he was about to cum, I was to scramble out of whatever position we were in and clamp my mouth around the tip of his cock. 2. After his cum entered my mouth, I was to hold it there for a moment before slowly dripping it onto my tits. 3. Whenever he tapped me on my shoulder, I was to meet him in the laundry room in two minutes, no questions or objections. 4. Whenever he came up behind me and massaged my shoulders, no matter what I was doing or what plans I had, I was to follow him to the car and go wherever he wanted to take me. 5. He wanted to know about my state of arousal. I was to tell him whenever my pussy started to get wet -- and if I failed, I would be punished. If he said the words "Wet now?" I was to immediately part my legs and pull my panties to the side, whereupon he would touch my lips. If they were wet, and I hadn't told him I was getting wet, I would be getting five hard slaps to the face, followed by a gagging and rough blowjob, at the soonest available time. These were the rules he spelled out in between moans of pleasure and encouragement as I bathed his balls with my tongue and my saliva, his very hard dick bobbing obscenely right about my face as I nudged it occasionally with my nose. Finally he said, "Goddamn it, April, it's time to fuck. Daddy's gonna explode soon." With that, I was told to get on my hands and knees. He lowered my denim skirt down, and then my panties, both only down to just above my knees. With my round ass in the air, the smooth white flesh stretched over my round cheeks, I felt daddy bite into them softly. Each nibble of my cheeks made me quiver slightly and gasp a soft 'ooh.' His hands were massaging my thighs and my calves tenderly. He told me how amazing my ass was and that he couldn't believe he was sitting here enjoying it to the hilt. He asked me little questions about my ass, and I answered them, but when, all of a sudden, he plunged his tongue deep into my pussy, I was no longer able to hear -- or maybe, understand -- much of what he said. I felt like I was underwater. All the humiliation, all the demands he'd made of me, seemed to melt away, and it seemed for a moment like I was getting my reward for being good. For being well-behaved. For responding to the control. And as his tongue worked in little circles all over my pink lips, which were now slick with wetness, I felt like all the tension that had knotted itself in my stomach, in my core being, during the humiliating parts of this episode -- all that was melting away in wave after wave of relief. He ate my pussy for I don't know how long, but I couldn't help, toward the end of it, moaning softly and grinding my hips. When he stopped, I became aware of the fact that my face, turned to the side and pressed to the carpet, was all that I resting my upper body on: my hands had been clutching my breasts. I felt rough, strong hands glide over my ass cheeks, make a few soft clutching gestures, and settle on my hips. He was getting upright on his knees, and I felt his hard cock bob against my thighs when he said, "It's time to fuck. It's time to feel my dick slide into you, baby." I think he meant to go slowly and gently and to drag things out -- he slide just the tip in for a few strokes and seemed like he wanted to say something. He'd kept one hand on my hip, the other landed near my head, and his face leaned down toward mine. But in a moment, he had buried his cock, which was amazingly hard, deep in my pussy, stretching it, knocking the air out of me at its deepest thrust. This was followed by quick thrusts, which soon reached a frantic frequency. He pulled his dick nearly out with each stroke and buried it up to the nuts at its deepest reach. I was biting my hand to keep from squealing too loudly -- but his cock felt amazing in my pussy. He was fucking me so frantically that a couple of times, his dick came out of my hole on the out-thrust and before he could stop the in-thrust, I felt the length of it either slide up between my ass cheeks or, if it angled low, the length of it rub along my wet lips. Either one of these mis-strokes actually felt amazing, and they made me even more wet. A couple of times, I even moved my hips to cause him to miss. While he fucked me like this, his free hand, the one he wasn't bracing against the floor, roamed all over my body, like a conquering warrior taking his spoils. He clutched at my breasts, sometimes pinching my nipples. Other times, he gently caressed, almost tickling, my flat little tummy. Toward the end, he snaked his arm between my breasts and clutched my neck from the underside of my body. I moaned loudly and with more of an urgent, raspy tone, and I came on his dick -- an orgasm he recognized and praised me for. He said foul things to me while we fucked like this. He said, "Your pussy is where daddy's cock belongs, sweetheart, it fits so good." And: "I'm gonna do such dirty things to you, my hot little slave girl." And: "Your mouth is gonna be filled with hot cum I've saved up for you." And: "I may not be able to keep this hot little body to myself-- I may have to share you with others. You're gonna learn how to eat pussy as my little slave." And: "I bet you'd even like it if I found another daddy to share you with, huh? Maybe even a daddy with a girl to swap." All these words alarmed me, scared me, aroused me. Finally, he said, "Daddy's gonna cum!" and, according to the rules he'd laid down, I slid my bottom forward and to the side, sliding my wet pussy off his cock and turning around, quickly, on hands and knees. I saw his dick, sticking straight out and slightly up, its head swollen, jerking slightly as I approached it with my face. His moaning had an urgent whine to it. I wrapped my lips around the tip, engulfing the slick knob in my warm, wet mouth. It was no more than two seconds later that I felt hot, sticky clumps jet into my mouth. He had a hand around a tangle of my hair and was looking down at me. I was still not used to a man cumming in my mouth and I gagged a little as some of these jets hit the back of my throat. Some dribbled out the corners of my mouth. But most of it was still in my mouth as I withdrew from his dick, a motion that made Daddy stagger back a step against the wall behind him. He watched me intently as I did as I'd been told. I cupped my breasts, pushing them together and closer to my face. I lowered my head and, slowly, drooled cum onto my tits. As I released my breasts, I could look down and see how wet my triangle of dark pubic hair was -- it was glistening in the faint light of the laundry room. "That was fucking perfect," my woozy father said, as he slumped into a cheap metal folding chair we kept in the corner. "You're free to go now." April Enslaved Ch. 03 My dad and I had been fucking for a few months before the scene this episode will describe took place. I was settling into the routine of it, even. He took me about twice a week -- his restraint I found a little touching. When we got together, after all, he became increasingly frantic and wild in his horniness, in his reaction to the things he made me do with my body. I became good at obeying the rules he'd set down for me: 1. Whenever he grunted that he was about to cum, I was to scramble out of whatever position we were in and clamp my mouth around the tip of his cock. 2. After his cum entered my mouth, I was to hold it there for a moment before slowly dripping it onto my tits. 3. Whenever he tapped me on my shoulder, I was to meet him in the laundry room in two minutes, no questions or objections. 4. Whenever he came up behind me and massaged my shoulders, no matter what I was doing or what plans I had, I was to follow him to the car and go wherever he wanted to take me. 5. He wanted to know about my state of arousal. I was to tell him whenever my pussy started to get wet -- and if I failed, I would be punished. If he said the words "Wet now?" I was to immediately part my legs and pull my panties to the side, whereupon he would touch my lips. If they were wet, and I hadn't told him I was getting wet, I would be getting five hard slaps to the face, followed by a gagging and rough blowjob, at our next meeting. Only once had I failed the wetness test, and the rough blowjob I was forced to endure later that night convinced me never to do it again. Yet it was also humiliating walking up to him out of the blue and telling him I was wet, before he'd even asked. Once, I did this during an evening party my parents were hosting, attended mainly by coworkers of my mother. The funny thing was, it hadn't been anything about my dad that made me wet. One of the younger men of the group had flirted with me, in a devastatingly charming way. He was gorgeous, even if he was twice my age, and I felt my panties just about melt. I had to find my dad, who was actually by himself in the kitchen loading up another tray of hors d'oerves. I walked up next to him and leaned in his ear and whispered, "I'm wet." He smiled. Stroked my cheek tenderly. "Good girl," he said. "I have to mingle with a couple of people -- but after that...." His eyes wandered down my body and back up again. "Meet me in the laundry room, 15 minutes." That amount of time later, my dress was hiked up, my panties pulled aside, and thick hard cock was sliding in and out of my pussy. When he came in my mouth, this time, he told me to swallow it, as we both were going to be missed -- and looked for -- if we didn't return to the veranda in a reasonable time. Back outside and mingling again as though my dad and I had just excused ourselves to wash dishes, I couldn't get sex out of my mind. I didn't tell Daddy that I came about a minute after his cock slid into me -- which, for me, was unheard of before this. Nor did I tell him that I couldn't stop fantasizing about Daddy sharing me with the charming husband of my wife's peer. I found myself becoming transformed into a crazed sexaholic. My identity was wrapping itself more and more tightly around a self-image as Daddy's slave. Knowing that Mom was going to be off for the next two weeks -- and therefore at home all the time -- I even found myself wondering, with disappointment, about when my next tryst with Daddy would be. * * * I didn't have to wait long, it turned out. And the next episode proved to be a doozy. It began with me sitting on the sofa, dozing off to some movie, on a boring Tuesday afternoon, around 2:30. I was done with classes for the day, I had worked out really hard at the gym at noon, and the afternoon drowsiness had settled in. I had just been dreaming about being a contestant on a game show when I felt two strong hands gently massage my shoulders. A yawn opened my face, my legs stretched, and I looked up Daddy, who simply nodded. I was to follow him to the car, and go wherever he wanted to take me. We passed Mom on the way out, as we walked through the kitchen to the garage. On the phone with some friend of hers, she placed a palm over the speaker as if to ask us where we were going and when we'd back. "We're going to look for presents for the twins' birthdays," my father said cheerfully. Then, in the first sign of what he had in store for me, he added, "and we won't be home for dinner. We're going to just eat at the mall." My throat went dry until a few minutes into the drive; I realized I was in some shock of excitement. There was fear mixed in horniness and awe at my father's command and daring. This was simply a man who took what he wanted in life. So distracted that I almost forgot. "I'm wet, Daddy," I said, softly, my voice almost cracking. "I'm glad that tight, sexy pussy's wet, my little slut. It's going to get even wetter - 'cause get a load of this: we're meeting up with a guy who plays with a daughter your age. And her mom is in on it, too." I gulped. My pulse quickened. "And from what he tells about it, those two eat pussy so well that you'll be begging for relief in minutes." I gulped. "You're going to have me be -- be with girls?" "Hell yes," he said, as we sped down the Interstate, my dad's favorite country channel streaming through the speakers. "You think I don't want to see that adorable face of yours glazed with pussy juice?" Unconsciously, I rubbed my thighs together as a shiver ran through my body. Part of it was the cold of the car -- I was in little gray sweatshorts and a t-shirt, with flip flops, my hair in a baseball cap. Dad was in jeans and a flannel long sleeve shirt. "Ever kiss or touch a girl, April?" We had just gotten onto an exit ramp. "No daddy," I said. "I don't know if it's something I can get into, honestly." My dad thought a few moments and said, "Well, you're going to learn to love it. And until you do, you'll enjoy how hard it makes cock and how it'll make me even hotter for you." I thought about this. Then he added, "And, of course, today you'll have two different cocks working your tight little body." My mind had focused so much on how I was going to be able to make myself lick a girl ... down there (I couldn't even think of the words or visualize it)...that I'd forgotten that my dad was taking me where (among other things) another man was going to violate me sexually. *** We rang the bell, with my dad holding me close, one arm around my shoulder, the hand clearly caressing my breast. The door opened, and we were greeted by a woman in her early forties, with a short and curvy, but very fit, body, and long thick light brown hair. "Hi David," she said. "And this must be April. Oh, my. You weren't kidding -- she is super adorable." Once inside, and offered drinks, the woman gently stroked my cheek and said, "My my, I am going to molest that hot little body all day." My dad grinned. She told me that I was to call her Mrs. Dean. She had a broad, welcoming face, with big brown friendly eyes and high big cheekbones. Her skin was radiant and soft. Her skin was soft and smooth and tan, inviting you to touch. Her outfit revealed large breasts, which stretched the tight fabric of her olive-colored chemis, and they rode high on her chest suggesting that she was gifted there too in the way her body defied her age. The only thing else she wore were a matching pair of thong panties. "I think I hear that Phil is out of the shower - so why don't we head upstairs and start the fun," Mrs. Dean said. A gentle arm curled around my waist, leading us upstairs. As we walked, her other hand fondled my breasts over my shirt. "We are going to make you squeal, my sexy little cat," she said. *** When we walked into the room, Mr. Dean was already naked, his cock rock hard. He sat in a love seat, sipping from a glass of brandy. Joy was on her knees at his feet. She was busty, like her mother, but taller and a bit more lean. She had a stylish short haircut, featuring dark brown waves with light brown highlights, which made her cool blue eyes pop. Also like her mother, she was blessed with perfect cheekbones. In short, she had a face you wanted to hold in your hands, stare at lovingly, and kiss passionately. Even though she was 25 and so older than I was, her face hadn't lost a bit of her teenage sparkle. She wore a robe of dark red silk. "Hi, April," she said. "Come sit with me." I paused before stepping forward, leaving the embrace of Mrs. Dean and the side of my father. I knelt next to Joy on the warm soft carpet between the love seat and the bed. Wearing, basically, my workout gear, I felt undredressed compared to the sexy looks Joy and her mother were sporting. Soon enough, of course, I knew we'd all be wearing the same thing. "You really are so cute," Joy said. "Even cuter than the pictures your dad sent us suggested. I mean, wow. Your face is sexy and innocent-looking at the same time -- isn't it, Mom?" Mrs. Dean nodded. I blushed and stuttered something nervously, I don't remember what exactly. Goosebumps spread all over my skin. "And i hear you've never kissed a girl before," Joy said. "It's wonderful, though. You'll see. The first girl I ever kissed was actually...my mom." At this, Mrs. Dean came near, leaned in, and kissed her daughter. A soft puckered kiss first, then each opened their mouths and let their tongues slip against one another. I took a deep breath, watching them, transfixed. What was this world my father had brought me into? Mrs. Dean broke the kiss. "And it wasn't too long after that first kiss that you were kissing my pussy, making Mommy cum." She crouched next us, one hand in her panties, rubbing herself, her eyes looking deeply into her daughter's. Suddenly I felt overwhelmed. My father had moved to sit on the edge of the bed, facing us. Apparently, the men were going to watch us play on the floor for the first act of this depraved and exciting play. The room seemed to tilt slightly and spin softly in a kind of delirium I found myself in; the whole scene I was at the center of seemed that surreal. I felt this even after having been my own father's slave for a few months now. The spell was broken when I felt Joy's hands on my thighs, softly caressing them. "We're going to make your pussy so wet, April," Joy said. "It's time to get naked and get fucking dirty." Her mother leaned forward and helped me lift off my top. As she did so, Joy's warm hands were caressing my firm tummy and then unsnapped my bra. She ran her hands along my legs before pulling my shorts, panties and all, down my thighs and then offer my feet. In moments I had become naked. "Oh god," I heard Joy grunt as she threw off her robe, revealing her full feminine and yet firm physique. I stared her body as she crawled over mine -- her mother had tipped me back and cradled my head in her lap. Joy crawled over me, her nipples gently dragging across my smooth soft skin, until her face came near mine and she leaned in and kissed me. It was the gentlest and softest and sexiest kiss I'd ever experienced. My body was on fire, and I kissed her back, with a hunger I didn't know I had in me. He mother stroked my hair. I could hear her say something to her husband about how hard his cock was, but otherwise I was in a fog as I was lost in this amazing, wet kiss. I saw a camera flash go off as well, but I was so into kissing this hot sexy girl that I didnt' even react to it.Before I wanted it to end, Joy pulled her mouth off of me, and let it drift down my body. Her mother's lips took her place, and soon I was kissing Mrs. Dean. She kissed me with more fire, really working her tongue into my mouth with passion. While I was adjusting to her mouth, I felt Joy's hands slip under my ass, and lift it. Next I felt one of the most intense sensations I'd ever felt in my life -- her lips and tongue on my pussy. It didn't take long for me to fulfill Mrs. Dean's promise that I'd squeal -- within minutes my hips were grinding, my hand was on the back of Joy's head, and i was moaning incoherently. Mrs. Dean was on her hands and knees sucking and biting my nipples, before she, too, put her mouth near my pussy. A pillow had been slipped under my ass, and Joy's tongue drifted lower to make room for Mrs. Dean's. The mom of this sexy pair was flicking my clit with her wet warm tongue while the daughter tunneled hers into my hole. I was digging my nails into the carpet and arching my back, as I felt rhythyms of sensation I'd never felt before shake and shiver my body. "God, look at her cum," I heard Mr. Dean say. "Your sluts are incredible," my father replied. I opened my eyes to see the two women holding each and smiling, each one with her face glazed from her nose to her chin. "I think she liked it, Mom." "She had no choice, hon. We were amazing." "Well," Mr. Dean said, "My dick is about to fly off into orbit." "You first," I heard my dad say. "I'd like to see the daughters double up on your cock while I finger your wife and watch." Joy kissed me deeply on the mouth, my pussy juices slipping over my tongue. She then took my hand and guided me to her father on the love seat and I followed her lead. She moved kisses along a trail up his thigh, and I moved the same way up the opposite one. Soon enough I found myself flicking my tongue up one side of the shaft of his very hard, and very throbbing, erection, as Joy did the same from the opposite side of this quivering, warm, piece of firm flesh. He moaned and stared in wonderment. Our tongues met at the tip, flicking all over the glazed, bobbing helmet, and, at times, touching each other, sometimes even breaking into a hot french kiss before returning our attention to this aching cock. His balls were in Joy's mouth as my mouth swallowed the tip. A trance overtook me and all I could feel was a pulsing throb in my mouth. When I opened my eyes I could see my father fucking Mrs. Dean -- her legs lasciviously pulled up with her knees next to her tits, which were pushed together by her thighs. Dad had a firm hand on her thighs beneath each knee, his glistening hips slapping the tan, smooth drum of her ass. The sight made me so hot -- seeing his body from a removed perspective -- that I groaned urgently as I returned my attention to Mr. Dean's cock. He began to get particularly excited, too. His hips began moving gently and he moaned more insistently, with me making his cock glisten and his cute sexy daughter slathering his balls with saliva. Mrs. Dean yelled "Fuck me, baby, fuck me, I love it!" and then I heard Mr. Dean say, "get back get back get back," as his hands pressed my shoulders to push me back onto the carpet on my knees. Next thing I knew, he was holding my head and fucking my mouth. "Yes, daddy, yes," I heard Joy say. She massaged his buttocks as he continued slipping his cock in and out of my mouth, and practically gagging me. "Keep your hands on your tits," he grunted, fucking my mouth. He didn't even tell me he was about to cum when I felt it -- three sharp jets that pushed sticky cum into my mouth as his hands held my head in place. "Feed it to me," Joy said, and I let the cum drip into her open mouth. "Spit it on her face," Mr. Dean said. "I want to fuck her again with my cum on her face." Shocked at this request, I was too frozen to protest when Joy drooled the cum all over my face. Mr. Dean lifted me onto the bed next to Mrs. Dean being fucked doggystyle by my dad, and he slipped his still hard cock into my pussy. He fucked me so hard, grunting one dirty comment after another, mainly telling me how hot I looked with his cum on my face. My father pulled out of Mrs. Dean to slip his cock into her daughter's mouth, and Mrs. Dean helped her husband roll me onto all fours. She scooted her pussy under my face and gave me a look like I was to dig in whether I wanted to or not. Mr. Dean's cock entered my pussy from behind and I was so far gone in my horniness that eating a woman's pussy for the first time seemed no big deal. Mrs. Dean gave me encouragement and told me just what to do, and I soon found the slippery texture of her lips and the taste - she was like black licorice mixed with lemon -- intoxicating. And she was so, so wet. Bands of sunlight streaming in through the blinds hit her thighs and tummy, revealing skin glistening with juices. I was so horny, so close to cumming, that I even mashed my tongue into her pubic hair where my dad's cum was drying. I could taste its distinctive flavor. Soon enough, I was in a 69 position with Mrs. Dean, with me on top, and I felt Joy's tongue on my pink asshole. This made me cum hard, my thighs quivering like I was outside naked in a snowstorm, before clamping tight around Mrs. Dean's head. Mr. Dean, after watching this scene with my dad, two proud fathers, approached on his knees and rubbed his shaft along the wet lips of his wife, inviting me to lick the tip. Shortly after i started doing so, his cum squirted onto my chin and bottom lip. The whole room smelled of pussy juice, cum, and sweat. There were several other positions and partner combinations that are a blur to me even now. I remember the men taking turns fucking me and Joy doggystyle as Mrs. Dean took pictures, and me at one point holding Joy's legs open as my dad fucked her hard and rough, a hand on her neck and occassionally slapping her cute, sexy face. *** I passed out or fell asleep -- I'm not sure which. I woke up and the house was quiet - only joy and I were in the bed. I went to the kitchen for a drink of water. I could hear the grownups in the basement playing pool and laughing. I looked outside, into the back yard, through the sliding glass door that led to a little shady patio. Outside in their yard, a dog on a leash was chewing one of those huge rawhide bones. I could see my face faintly reflected in the glass, and I thought about what I had become, and all the changes in my life. Not only had I let this thing start -- I had let it get out of control. And I liked it. At the very least, when I set my glass down, I wanted to climb back into bed with Joy.