Message-ID: <25278asstr$963569407@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Steven Bockman <S_Bockman@hotmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <8kkr6j$ldo$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Thu Jul 13 16:36:37 2000 GMT MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Subject: {ASSM} Satan's Sex Slave Ch. 3 {5/6} (mast, MMf, anal, yng, nc, inc, ff) Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2000 06:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/25278> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, gill-bates, dennyw, english 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. ** visit my site at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/The_Lazy_Cup/www for more stories! ** 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) ** For the rest of this story please visit my web-site at: www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/The_Lazy_Cup/www/ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+