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WARNING: Explicit sexual material below; do not read
if it's illegal for you to view adult content where
you live. The following is a work of fiction; any
similarities between actual persons and/or events is
entirely coincidental. And finally, the author does
not condone the acts portrayed in this story. As a
work of fantasy, it may be interesting to read, but if
he were to find it in a newspaper he would be sickened
and appalled.
**
Author's Note: Full permission is granted for this
story to be distributed, as long as the text is
unmodified, the above warning remains, and my e-mail
address (S_Bockman@Hotmail.com) appears somewhere in
the document.
**
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Satan's Sex Slave
the third tale from the lazy cup
by S. Bockman

Chapter Three: Daddy's Dick (Part 5/6)
(masturbation, MMf, ff, anal, incest, non-consensual)


Michelle's day had passed in a foggy state of
awareness. It was like a waking dream-everything
seemed fuzzy and unreal. The only time she felt real
at all, in fact, was when she remembered the fucking
she'd gotten the night before from the Incubus.
	Several of her friends had called her during the
course of the day to see if she wanted to hang out.
She turned all of them down. Instead she watched TV,
and when that began to anger and upset her, she locked
herself in her room and began to masturbate. Only she
couldn't get off, but that was okay... just the act of
frigging made her feel more normal.
	 And now she was laying in bed, not asleep, but
not really awake either. At nine 'o clock her parents
had tucked her in and turned off her lights... that was
three hours ago. And still Michelle just laid there in
this waking dream, thinking about what had happened to
her, about what may happen still.
	She was lying on her side with a thin white sheet
pulled up to her chin, her eyes closed as if
pretending to sleep, when she heard the door to her
room creek open. She didn't look up, but her heart
began racing. The fogginess in her head began to
slowly clear as she imagined the Incubus stealing into
her room for a quick late-night fuck.
	But why would a demon need to use the door? she
thought.
	Finally there was silence, but she knew the door
must be at least half-way open now. She laid still,
breathing slowly as if in sleep. She wanted
desperately to open her eyes and see what was going
on, but at the same time she somehow knew she
shouldn't. She listened intently, the only sounds the
ticking of her clock and the distant howling of the
summer wind.
	And then she heard footsteps. They were the kind
of steps people took when they didn't want to be
heard, like when you sneak up on someone. The door
closed next, creaking slowly to a stop. Little
Michelle's breathing quickened, and she furrowed her
brow as if she were having a bad dream.
	The footsteps continued, but still Michelle
couldn't bring herself to look. She was terrified,
frozen, the fogginess in her head lifted in one
terrible instant as if something wanted her to know
this sudden terror. Then the footsteps ceased, but
Michelle's heart was pounding so hard she was certain
whoever now stood above her could hear it.
	Suddenly someone was sitting their body slowly on
the bed next to her, so incredibly slowly she hardly
noticed at first, sitting on the edge so lightly as if
not to wake the young girl from her slumber. A sudden
wave of courage flashed through Michelle's mind, and
she imagined herself jumping up and screaming, but the
thought disappeared as quickly as it had formulated.
	Someone was now sitting above her. But who... and
why?
	An unbearably long minute or two passed in
complete silence. So silent, in fact, Michelle began
to question whether or not she'd been dreaming when
she felt the sheet which covered her body slowly
peeled back and away. Goosebumps instantly covered her
shoulders, from chill or terror, as the sheet was
pulled past her heaving chest, past her stomach, past
her waist, and finally down to her knees. She felt
herself trembling, and wondered if this stranger could
tell she was awake, or if he just assumed she was
having a nightmare.
	This is a nightmare, she thought desperately.
	And then she felt as a rough hand placed itself
lightly on her outer thigh.
	She held her breath, a thousand thoughts going
through her head at once. The hand didn't move. It
simply laid there, lightly, as if afraid she'd jump
away. She almost did, but all the strength had gone
out of her body. And so the hand rested there, warm
and sweaty against her cool soft skin, until her
breathing continued.
Then it began sliding its way up.
	When it reached her waist, and subsequently her
panties (she was only wearing a T-shirt and
underwear), it stopped again and strangely Michelle
began to relax. Her heart-rate slowed, and she even
began to breath more evenly, as if in some odd way she
believed the worst was over.
But it wasn't. Because a moment later the hand slid a
bit back down her outer thigh and made its way over
until it pressed itself between her legs. She was
still laying on her side with one leg against the
other, but the hand forced itself slowly between the
two developing thighs of the young girl, only inches
below her pussy.
When it began sliding its way up, then, she once again
held her breath. And when she felt it lightly brush
her panty-covered slit, she gasped and uncontrollably
jumped away, opening her eyes as she did to see the
stranger who was sitting on her bed, a look of serene
guilt on his face.
"Daddy?" she asked, voice quavering.
	"Did I wake you?"
	She didn't know how to reply. She moved herself
away from her father, pushing her body up and back
into the corner of her bed, pulling the sheets up to
her chin again as she did. She stared at her dad with
wide eyes, watering in fear, her lower lip trembling
as she tried to think of something to say. There was
something strange and terrifying about the look in his
eyes.
	He stood, and stared down at her. Moonlight shone
through the window, the only illumination in the room,
highlighting the 13-year-old's young body in a
tranquil glow. He turned away slowly and headed back
to the door, mumbling as he did, "Just wanted to check
on you..."
	Michelle's heart was thudding violently in her
chest. She was still scared, but calmed down somewhat
when he reached the door, certain now he was leaving.
	But then he stopped. He didn't turn, but when his
hand reached the doorknob he froze as if trying to
gather up some kind of courage.
	"Daddy?" she asked in a tiny voice.
	He turned back to her. They stared at each other
across the room for a long minute before he finally
said, "I wanted to talk to you." His voice was even.
	His daughter managed to nod her head.
	He took a step forward. "I found something in
your drawer this afternoon," he said, voice still
emotionless.
	She froze, unable to say anything. Instantly she
knew what he had found.
	The pictures! she thought.
	"Daddy, I..."
	"Do you want to tell me what the hell you were
doing with pornographic pictures, Michelle?" he asked,
voice rising a bit.
	She didn't know what to say. Her pale face
flushed red in embarrassment and uncertainty.
	He took another step towards her. "You're
thirteen years old," he said in a low, controlled
voice.
	"I'm... I'm sorry," she began in a shaky tone.
	"Sorry?" he repeated sarcastically. "You're
sorry?" He stared at her coldly. "How many guys have
you fucked?"
	"What!" she gasped.
	He was now at the edge of her bed, staring down
at her menacingly. She couldn't remember ever seeing
her father this angry before. "I asked you a question,
girl! How many!"
	She shook her head, pushing herself further back
into the corner of her bed against the wall. "I've
never, I..."
	"Don't lie to me," he said softly.
	Suddenly he reached forward and grabbed her by
the shoulders and began to shake her. "How many!" he
snarled in her face.
	She was crying in terror now, sobbing
uncontrollably. "I haven't!!!"
	He gave her one last good shake then let go. She
fell back onto the bed and instantly curled up into a
fetal position, covering her face with her arms and
whimpering over and over, "I haven't, I haven't!"
	Her father stared down at her. "My little girl,"
he mumbled. Suddenly he grabbed her by the arm and
pulled her face to his and screamed into it, "WHORE!"
	She blubbered something but couldn't make any
coherent words. Without warning her father suddenly
slapped her hard across the face and yelled, "LYING
WHORE! How many 'ave you fucked!"
	She reeled back from the blow and her body went
limp except to shake violently with her tears.
"QUIET!" he yelled.
	But she couldn't. Her mind was racing with the
memories of the previous night, about church, about
the last time her dad and her had gone out for ice-
cream. She'd never been slapped before, and the shock
of it was almost too much to bare.
	"That's IT!" he yelled.
	Suddenly he grabbed her by the waist and picked
her off the bed and plopped down on the mattress. He
threw her over his lap and placed his hand on her
back, and with the other roughly pulled down her
panties. "I'll teach you to lie, I'll teach you..."
	"Oh no, Daddy, NO!" Michelle screamed. She
flailed about helplessly on his lap, legs kicking
until her panties reached her knees, her bare ass now
open for his inspection. She knew instinctively what
was coming although she hadn't received a spanking
since she was six or seven. Her head wailed about as
she cried even louder, her thick blonde hair flying
back and forth.
	He looked down at her bare ass and froze, his one
hand pulled back ready to deliver her punishment. It
was such a cute ass, and the image of it made his mind
reel. And then, suddenly, his eyes widened again in
anger and he swung down hard on his daughter's behind.
	"AHHHHH!" Michelle screamed. The sudden sting of
his hand on her ass was worse than she had braced
herself for. She flailed about with even more energy.
	It was all he could do to keep his daughter from
wriggling her way off his lap. "Lying WHORE!" he
screamed, and smacked his hand down on her rear once
again, transfixed at the way her young butt jiggled
when his flesh met hers.
	With this second blow the wind was knocked out of
her and her body went limp. She continued sobbing,
blubbering, "I didn't, I'm not," repeatedly as
dreadful seconds passed between blows.
	And then another came. With this one her father
felt his cock growing hard. He slapped down again,
noticing finally as her ass began to grow red from his
blows. He was hitting her with tremendous force, all
the anger and perverted passion within being taken out
on her soft teenage butt.
	"Whore, whore, WHORE!" he yelled, smacking down
on her again, then again.
	"ARRRHHHH!" she wailed, the pain increasing with
each successive blow. Her stomach was aching, her head
spinning, and she could feel her ass begin to swell
already. The pain from the blows sent shockwaves
through her body.
	And then she saw the door to her room open, and
she managed to catch her breath. She stared at the
door as he did, and saw her mother standing at the
threshold, frozen in shock at what she saw.
	"What...," she began.
	Go back to bed, woman!" her husband commanded
her in a stern voice.
	Fred?" she gaped at her husband.
	MOMMY!!!" Michelle cried, struggling again to
free herself from her father's hold.
	"I said LEAVE!" he yelled at her.
	"Mommy, DON'T! Please, no, I haven't done--,"
Michelle cried, reaching one hand out imploringly
towards her mother.
	"QUIET!" he father screamed at her, smashing his
hand down at her rear-end once more.
	Michelle saw as her mother took a step backwards.
	"NO!" she blubbered, crying spastically.
	But then her mother was closing the door, her
eyes locked with her daughter's, until once again she
was alone with her dad.
	"Fucking slut," her father growled. He slapped
her ass again. "You're a whore... don't lie to me... a
WHORE!"
	All resistance seemed to flush out of her body
with her mother's departure, and she was limp again.
She was still crying from pain and humiliation as her
father spanked her, all of it made worse by the fact
her mom had done nothing to stop it.
	And the pain was intense. It rocked her body and
sent her mind into a downward spiral of despair. Her
throat was coarse from screaming and crying, her body
slick with cold sweat, so then just before her father
could hit her ass again she said, "I'm sorry! I am!"
	He paused. "You're what!"
	She squeezed her eyes shut. "I'm a whore!"
	He looked down at her limp body laying in his
lap, his chest heaving. "I knew it, I knew it," he
nodded, arm still extended.
	She was sobbing in relief as seconds passed
without another blow. Then she felt his hand on her
swollen ass, but it was a gentle touch. She continued
sobbing breathlessly.
	He rubbed her ass, entranced at what he had down
with it. His cock was hardening now as he ran his hand
over her butt, petting it. Then he took her gently
into his arms, stood, and placed her down on her bed.
She curled up away from her father, crying softly into
the mattress. He watched her young form there,
cowering away from him, her ass still pointed at him.
	He watched her like this for a couple minutes as his
heart raced excitedly.
	"Michelle," he said softly to her, finally.
	She didn't respond. She just wanted to hide from
him, to go to sleep, to escape this nightmare. Her
whole body ached, especially her ass. She wanted him
to leave.
	"Michelle," he said in a more commanding voice.
"Look at me."
	She buried her face deeper into the mattress for
a moment, as if she could pretend to be asleep even
though she was crying. Then the memories of his anger,
and her spanking, coursed through her so she turned
and looked at him.
	He was naked. His cock was hard and pointed at
her, his arms at his sides. He was looking down at her
with the strangest expression-a mix between desire and
compassion. She just stared back, eyes wide and
pleading, slightly shaking her head in disbelief.
	The next thing she knew he was laying next to her
in the bed. Her back was to him, and she put her face
back firmly into the mattress, heart beginning to race
painfully. She felt the goose-bumps form on her body
as the fearful realization of what he was going to do
dawned on her.
	He placed his right hand gently on her ass as he
stared down into her face. Her eyes were clenched
tight, and he saw as several tears trickled down from
them. Once in a while she would gasp to catch her
breath, but other than that she remained motionless.
	Soon his fingers were tracing their way up and
down her ass-crack ever so lightly. And then he gently
slid his hand between her thighs. At this, she did
something unexpected. She didn't even know exactly why
she did it. Perhaps it was the shock of it all making
her act strange, or perhaps somewhere deep inside she
just wanted to get it over with. But without any
coercion on his part, she lifted her one leg off the
other and turned her lower body over. In an instant
she had gone from having the protection of being on
her side, where her legs being together prevented him
from getting to her pussy, to laying on her stomach,
legs spread apart so that her lower body was exposed
to him.

**
End of Chapter Three part 5 (of 6)
**

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