Fuckpuppet
mc; Mg; Fdom; oral; inc
They were easily identifiable if you were paying attention, they were subtle, but not exactly designed to be hidden. Five tattoos, metal ink paired with embedded microchips and glucose batteries, designed to rob a person of their free will. The gold ink could blend into most skin tones, but always sparkled in the light, drawing the eye. Each tattoo was an intricate etching of circuitry in a one inch wide band, encircling five mostly symbolic points, the throat, both wrists, and both ankles. In truth, the microchips could be put anywhere there was a major nerve, and the glucose batteries put anywhere there was an artery, but those who had the tattoos were legally referred to as puppets, and the strings of a puppet attached at the head, wrists and ankles.
Of course, there was always a sixth tattoo, which held its own symbolism. An ‘X’ of gold circuitry tattooed into the scalp, reflecting the wooden cross piece that controlled a puppet. This tattoo, however, was almost never found on the puppet themselves, instead it was found on the scalp of whoever had control of the puppet, and gave that person the ability to control their puppet with simple thoughts.
The doctor who had created the technology, had intended it as a method of allowing quadriplegic patients to control their own bodies past a severed spinal cord. But the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and it hadn’t taken long at all for despotic governments and criminals to get copies of the designs and begin replicating them.
Kate knew that much, everyone did, you had to live in a cave not to know about the news stories and controversies surrounding the technology and its applications. It had been outlawed in most Western nations almost as soon as they had become aware of it, and yet still it kept showing up. It had really become an issue when it was discovered that a southeast Asian country was using these human puppets as factory workers in a sweatshop, making phones against their will.
What Kate didn’t know, as she stared in horror at her wrists, was why she had woken up in the hospital with them tattooed into her own skin. The delicate golden ink stood out clearly against her pale skin, with little red cuts, held closed by surgical glue over the implant points for the batteries and control chips.
Her father stood outside the hospital room talking quietly with the doctor, but Kate didn’t even try to listen to what they were whispering about. She had stopped paying attention after the point where the doctor told her father that the chips were trapped so that trying to remove them would kill her. There was nothing they could do.
The last thing Kate remembered before waking up in the hospital, was walking home from the bus stop after school. She had felt a sharp pain in her neck, and then the world had faded out. Police had found her during a raid of a puppet parlor, naked in one of the back rooms, freshly tattooed and chipped. She was all they had found, however, all the equipment and any personnel who might have been involved were long gone. But Kate had no memory of any of that.
This was the kind of thing that happened in third world countries, not in a first world country like America.
The week that followed wasn’t much better. Kate was examined and interrogated by the police and the FBI, and poked and prodded by numerous specialists, all while trying to catch up on two weeks of school she had missed while abducted. And all that just to be told that there was still nothing anyone could do. The agents from the FBI finally reported to her father that they hoped that the raid had interrupted the process, and therefore she had no controller. If that were the case, then she just had some unusual tattoos.
There was a stigma to having them though; she wouldn’t be allowed to drive or vote, and could never get a job with security clearance. Those all seemed distant and irrelevant to the ten year old girl, however. The more pressing concern was the teasing she got for it from the other kids at school. Doodles of her with a long nose, or calling her Pinocchio. She hated it.
The one saving grace, was that her father still treated her like he used to. Kate loved her dad… well, she loved both her parents, but her dad was the one who was always around. Her mother worked ten months out of the year on research barges in the Antarctic, and Kate saw her more often on Skype than she did in person.
After almost three months living like normal, Kate was almost convinced that the police were right, and that the people who had taken her, hadn’t managed to synchronize a control tattoo. Almost.
Kate woke up suddenly as her eyes snapped open and she sat up, both of which came to a complete surprise to the girl who had been asleep and dreaming of ponies a moment before. She wanted to blink away the sleep and rub her eyes, but instead her body turned and slipped out from under the covers, standing up in the dim light of her bedroom.
Kate started to panic immediately, but other than a quickening of her breath and the pounding of her heart in her rib cage, there was no outward sign that she was freaking out… because she wasn’t the one in control of her body.
Her young body walked casually to the closed door leading out of her room, pausing to flick on the room’s lights and flinching as her pupils were forced to adjust to the light. Her hands then took hold of her nightshirt and tugged it up and off her slender body.
Kate looked at her own reflection, forced by whoever was in control of her body, taking in every inch of her pale form. She wasn’t very athletic, but she also didn’t eat much, so she had a body that was lithe in a skinny way instead of a fit way, with just a hint of bone showing at her ribcage, and a naturally narrow waist. Her hands slid across those ribs, and her face made a disapproving look as she said simply, “You need to eat more, girl.”
Those hands then slid up across her flat chest, to her perky little candy-pink nipples, giving each a pinch and a tweak, sending an unexpected shudder of both pain and pleasure through Kate’s body. “These are nice though.”
Her eyes and hands then slid down her body to the simple schoolgirl panties she wore over her still boyish hips, and with a casual, practiced gesture, she pushed them down and off, stepping out of them and parting her legs to take a long look at her tight slit of a pussy before turning to look at her small butt.
Kate heard herself say, “Not bad, not bad at all. You are going to be a real beauty when you get older, girl.”
Kate wanted to frown; she didn’t agree. Her hair was dirty blonde and so unruly that she had to keep it cut short or it got tangled as if by magic, and her skin couldn’t tan, instead freckling madly anywhere the sun touched it. Her nose was a little too upturned for her liking, and her teeth were only straight because of the braces she wore.
Her hand slid down her tummy and across her hairless mons before gently rubbing through the crease of her sex, sending unwanted tingles of pleasure through Kate’s young body before slowly, gently trying to push her middle finger inside of herself, reaching that thin barrier just inside, her voice made a thoughtful sound, “Still have your hymen, hmm? This is going to be perfect.”
Kate tried to speak, tried to move, tried to fight the control, but it was as if she was just a passenger in her own body, able to watch and feel, but completely out of control of everything else. She couldn’t even make herself blink or look away from her privates.
She watched with growing concern as she walked to her dresser, opening drawer after drawer and searching through the clothing there. Kate watched with confusion as she threw items onto the bed. First a pair of white tights, then a lacy pink nightshirt, and finally a thin pink leather belt from her closet. She then closed the drawers and closet and gathered the items thrown onto the bed before turning out the bedroom light and peeking out the door.
Kate blushed furiously as her body forced her to walk through the dark house naked. It was late enough that her father would be asleep, but the blinds in the house were mostly open, giving anyone who might be up late, a clear view of her young naked self as she searched quietly through the house.
The clothes and belt were set on the coffee table in the living room, and then she found herself searching through the drawers in the kitchen, grabbing an old emergency sewing kit, a bottle of superglue, a steak knife and a pair of kitchen shears. She then returned to the living room with these items.
Kate watched with a twisting in her gut as first her hands wrapped the belt around her neck, measuring the length carefully, and then grabbed the shears, cutting the belt at that point. She then rounded the edges with the shears before using the superglue to seal the cut end. While that dried, she cut a thin slit into the crotch of the tights, and folded the ends over, using a needle and white thread from the sewing kit to carefully, painstakingly stitch the edges over, making an oval cutout in the crotch of the tights. The nightshirt was attacked next, as she cut almost a half a foot of fabric from the bottom of it, and then folded over the edge and carefully stitched it all around to hem it nicely.
She grabbed the altered tights and carefully bunched up the legs so that she could slip her toes in, and then stood and pulled it up until it was smooth up both legs, and hugging tight around her waist. The tailored hole in the crotch left her pussy and the crack of her butt on display, which made her blush even deeper than just being naked.
The nightshirt went on next, though hemmed as it was, it only came a bare inch past her crotch while standing up straight. Her body shifted and experimented, proving to Kate that raising her arms or bending at all exposed her loins fully, but her body just let out a purred, “Perfect.”
The belt came last, as Kate sat back down and took the knife, carefully stabbing several holes into the length of leather and twisting the knife to get the holes widened enough for the catch on the belt’s buckle. That done, she lifted it to her neck again and pulled the trimmed end through the buckle, forming an impromptu collar.
She then cleaned up the mess studiously before returning to her bedroom, closing the door and turning on the light so that she could look at herself in the mirror, twisting this way and that, and posing in distinctly slutty ways that left tears in Kate’s eyes and a blush on her skin that reached her belly button.
Kate looked at herself in the mirror, and then raised a finger to her lips, gesturing for herself to be quiet, as though Kate had any control over that. Then she once more turned out the bedroom light and opened the door.
She slowly crept down the hall to her father’s door, and then took hold of the handle, turning it slowly to open it as quietly as possible before stepping into the room and closing the door behind herself. Quiet as a mouse, she crept to the side of the large king sized bed, and then drew back the covers gently.
Her father’s sleeping body slowly came into view as the bedding was drawn back, and Kate found herself surprised at how strong he looked, even while asleep. The muscles of his chest were easy to see under the thin curls of brown hair that decorated them, though his belly looked flat while relaxed and on his back, the hairs slowly forming into a line down the middle of his belly towards his… Kate blushed again as she realized that her father was sleeping in the nude, his flaccid cock and balls coming into view, wreathed in crinkly brown hair.
It was after exposing that, that she stopped pulling back the covers and instead crawled onto the bed as slowly and gently as possible. She had seen pictures of penises online, but never seen one in person. Even flaccid, her father’s member looked large to her. It only seemed larger the closer she got to it, and she got very close, leaning in until her head was barely half an inch from her father’s crotch.
She inhaled the musky scent of her father and shivered reflexively, blushing scarlet as she was forced by whoever was controlling her to lean in that little bit closer and give a kiss to the side of that shaft. She gently scooped it up into her hand and gave it another kiss on the fleshy tip before opening her mouth to take it in, suckling softly on the soft, spongy member.
It didn’t stay soft for long.
Her father groaned in his sleep, shifting a little, and his blood surged into his cock, causing it to thicken and straighten in her grip, pushing deeper into her mouth as it slowly swelled further. Her head pulled up slightly on that shaft, curling her tongue around the tip, and easing under her father’s foreskin to spin around the smooth meat within before she took a deep breath through her nose and pushed herself down.
It was so thick that she could barely open her mouth wide enough around it to fit, but that didn’t stop whoever was in charge. She shoved down over that girth until her stomach lurched as she hit her gag reflex, and then swallowed hard, making Kate’s eyes water as she forced past that gag reflex. Kate felt her throat bulge and stretch as her head kept pushing down farther and farther, until her nose pressed into those crinkled hairs and touched her father’s belly.
“Oh Cynthia…” her father groaned, making Kate blush deeper. In his half asleep state he was mistaking her for her mother!
She started to pull her head slowly upwards, rising inch after inch off that thick shaft. It was hard to judge in the dark, but Kate was certain that her father’s member had to be at least seven or eight inches long, and was thick enough that she wouldn’t be able to close her hand around its middle. She popped off his tip with a wet slurp and then gave it another lick before wrapping her lips around it again and shoving down halfway, starting to bob her head.
Kate was so humiliated that she thought she would die. Kneeling on her father’s bed, dressed like a slut, and being forced to suck his dick as though she had been practicing for decades, instead of like the virgin she really was.
Her father started to wake up more, slowly putting the pieces together in his head as his eyes blinked open and looked down the bed in the dark. “What… who…” he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her forcefully off his cock, and then reached over with his other hand to turn on the light on his bedstand, looking down at her in disbelief. “Kate? What the hell do you think you are doing?”
Her hand lifted from his cock to rest on the forearm of the hand holding her hair. “Aww, is that any way to treat someone trying to pleasure you, Alex?” Her tone was sultry and amused, despite the terror and shame that Kate was feeling inside.
“What…” her father started to ask, narrowing his eyes, “The tattoos…”
“Mmm hmm.” Kate purred out against her will.
Her father’s face hardened into a furious glower, “Who the hell are you?”
Kate found herself sighing and replied with an over dramatic sense of being hurt, “You don’t recognize your loving wife? Way to ruin a happy anniversary.”
Kate felt something lurch in her guts, her mother? Her mom was the one doing this to her? How?
Her father had the same reaction, looking stunned as he blurted out, “How? You… no, my wife would never do something like this.”
“You got so drunk at our wedding reception that you couldn’t get it up to make love to me on our wedding night,” Kate said, surprising herself with a fact that she didn’t know. “And an accident at work left you sterile eight years ago.”
“Cynthia?” her father asked, “But… why, how? What did you do?” his hands slowly relaxed in Kate’s hair.
Kate shifted to sit more upright and pulled her father’s hand from her short hair, “How is a long story. Needless to say, allowing some… items to vanish from the inventory of the station here granted me some favors with certain underworld elements. And I decided to use them to set up this little anniversary gift. The abduction, the tattoo implant, and even tipping off the police, all went according to plan.”
Kate couldn’t believe her mother would do this to her.
Her mother continued to explain through Kate’s mouth. “The why is a simpler thing. I miss you, and I know you miss me. This is a way for us to be together, in the flesh, not just voices and pictures over a computer.”
“She’s our daughter.” Alex said with a frown.
Kate found herself smiling against her will, “Exactly. She’s ours, our flesh together. We made her, and until she’s eighteen, she’s ours to do with as we please.”
Her father sighed, “You know that isn’t the way it works, Cynthia.”
“Isn’t it? Think about it Alex, even if she were to turn us in, I would still be able to control her, no matter where I am. And she wouldn’t be dumb enough to turn us in anyways. She loves us, and she won’t want to be separated from us by having us sent to prison only for her to be put into foster care somewhere. You’re sterile, so you can’t get her pregnant. She gets to enjoy having sex with her father, and I get to enjoy feeling you inside me.” Kate blushed and wanted to sob as she said all this.
“Feel me inside you… what…” Alex asked confused.
Cynthia explained in Kate’s voice, “The tattoos give me feedback, Alex. I can feel everything that you do to her while I’m in charge… well… almost anything. I know you love anal sex, and you know I don’t enjoy it, so I had them turn off sensations to the anus for me. You can fuck her little ass all you want, and I won’t be put off by it.” Her hand slipped over to grip and stroke her father’s still turgid erection.
“She can be our partner in lust, our sex toy... our doll to dress and use. I’m certain that she will grow to love it in time, not that she has much say in the matter. You can have me when I’m inside her, and you can have her when I’m not,” she explained as though it were the most obvious thing on Earth.
Kate found her hand squeezing that erection. “So I’m going to give you my anniversary present, and take care of this. Then I will let you talk to our daughter and make up your own mind as to whether or not we do this again. Does that sound fair?” Kate didn’t think that sounded fair at all, but she wasn’t the one being asked.
As for Alex, his daughter’s grip on his cock was making it hard to think clearly, so he just swallowed hard and nodded.
Cynthia used her daughter’s hand to stroke up and down that adult cock slowly, making Kate’s face grin lustfully at her father before she shifted, straddling his hips so that he could see the hole tailored into her tights. She shifted forwards over that cock, and rubbed her tight, young ten year old pussy across that erect length.
Kate wasn’t sure if the moan that left her lips was hers or her mother’s. She was amazed at how good it felt to grind against the soft skin and hard inner core of her father’s cock, and it didn’t take long for her body to respond, a welling heat growing within her as she began to become wet down there.
“See?” Kate heard herself saying, “Look at how hot this is making our daughter.” She then rose up, taking hold of that cock again and aiming it at her tight little hole.
Kate started to realize what her mother intended and wanted to run and hide, wanted to scream, wanted to do anything to get away, but her body wasn’t under her control, and she was helpless to stop it as she started to lower herself onto that tip.
“Oh fuck you feel huge in this body…” her mother said in her voice.
Her father’s hands went to her hips, and she could feel his body squirming and giving little reflexive thrusts under her, and then her body’s resistance failed, and his head popped into her, causing her… her mother… to gasp as her hymen was torn, her virginity taken by her father and mother as her body sank down almost a full inch down over her father’s cock.
She heard her father groan out, “So tight…”
Cynthia grunted out through Kate, “I always... felt guilty... that you never got to take my cherry. Now I can finally make it up to you.”
Kate felt as though she were being torn in half down there, her body stretched open so much. It felt so much bigger inside her than it looked, and she felt like her heart was pounding in her throat as she just kept sinking down farther and farther. She kept sinking until she felt a stabbing pain inside her, and heard her mother say with her voice, “Mmmm, all the way to the cervix, and still two inches of dick left… that is so hot.”
She then started to rise up, bouncing over that cock as she started to ride her father cowgirl, feeling her body respond as her father’s cock stabbed deep into her again and again. His hands gripped her hips tight enough that she was certain they would bruise. Before long her father started thrusting his hips up in time with her downward strokes, as though trying to get those last two inches into her young body.
It seemed to last forever and slowly Kate’s body grew used to the sensations. The pain of such a huge thing thrusting into her repeatedly slowly faded to an intense pleasure: her clit grinding against the back of his cock with every downward stroke, and her insides gripping at him tightly each time he slid out, only to feel him slam in and start the rhythm all over again.
She felt her hand move against her control, down between her legs, rubbing in tight, fast circles around her hooded clit and grinding it harder against her father’s cock as she bounced and ground against him, her head going back as she cried out in pleasure. On the one hand, it felt like being an observer in her body, she couldn’t control anything that she did, but on the other hand, she could feel everything, and it left her confused at times as to whether she had control or not, until the next time her body moved against her will.
But her hands and body, steered by her mother’s experience, knew better than Kate did as to what her body needed. Soon she felt something huge welling within her, building up and making her chest feel tight, like she was going to die or explode.
Her father grunted and cursed a few times, and she felt his grip on her hips tighten as he pulled her down harder, thrusting up into her so hard it hurt, several times before stopping. Kate felt a hot, wet heat spread within her in pulse after pulse, and she slowly started to realize that her father was cumming… inside her.
She didn’t have long to think about it though, as her mother directed her hand into a frenzied pace over her sex, bringing that looming explosion into bloom. Kate’s whole body jerked and twitched above her father. As spasms ripped through her, riding waves of bliss that left her screaming out, a hot surge of her juices splashing out across her father’s crotch and belly with each explosive wave.
It took them both a while to catch their breath, but as Kate’s mind slowly settled into the afterglow, she heard herself saying, “Mmmm, that was fantastic. Happy anniversary, Alex. We’ll talk again soon.”
Kate then slumped down onto her father’s body as though her strings were cut, as in a way they were. She hadn’t been controlling her body, so in absence of her mother’s control she just crumbled into a gasping heap, her father’s cock slowly softening within her.
He wrapped his arms around his daughter, holding her to his chest as he savored his own afterglow.
Neither knew what to say.
Fin
