Message-ID: <25279asstr$963573001@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Steven Bockman <S_Bockman@hotmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <8kkr4l$lcv$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Thu Jul 13 16:35:35 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Satan's Sex Slave Ch. 3 {6/6} (mast, MMf, anal, yng, nc, inc, ff) Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2000 07:10:01 -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/Year2000/25279> 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 6/6) (masturbation, MMf, ff, anal, incest, non-consensual) Without the resistance of the clenched together thighs her father now placed his hand firmly between her legs. He rubbed two fingers gently between them, feeling out his daughter's vagina. He stared transfixed at her unmoving body, at her ass, at his hand which had disappeared underneath her. And she wasn't crying anymore. She was lost now in her mind, only vaguely aware as one of his fingers found her hole and began to press against it. And once again she shocked herself when she slowly began to slide her knees forward until they were pressed against her thighs. In effect, she had just given him free reign over her tender pussy. Her father, meanwhile, wasn't surprised at how she acted. He was pleased, in an embarrassing sort of way-a little confused, but otherwise acted as if this was all very natural. His daughter was on her knees for him. He pressed his finger more firmly against her dry hole until it slid inside. He watched for a reaction from his daughter, any kind of reaction... but there was none. "You like this," he whispered to her plainly. She didn't respond. She was so quiet, in fact, she could have been sleeping. But she wasn't. She was distantly aware of everything that was transpiring, and her father was wrong: she was not enjoying it. She wasn't dreading it anymore, either. She simply didn't feel anything. When he got on his knees behind her his finger had slid in and out of her pussy about twenty times. Ten minutes of this had passed, in fact, until he could see her slit had grown slick with her juice. Still she didn't move, not to protest or to encourage him. Finally he took his finger out of her and gripped his cock. The sensation of his cockhead being pressed against her tight hole brought her back into reality somewhat, but not enough to alleviate the state of shock she was in. All was quiet in the room save the heavy breathing of her father-she wasn't making any sounds at all anymore. When the head of his dick finally popped into her wet cunt, she only exhaled softly. He marveled at the feeling of her tightness as he slid his cock slowly into her from behind. When it didn't meet any resistance he knew for a fact he'd been right-she was a whore. Otherwise, where was her cherry? What he was doing, then, was okay. She was a whore. "You're a slut," he panted softly, cock now buried into her to its base. "A fucking slut... my daughter the slut... the little cunt..." She was breathing evenly despite the fact the first human cock she'd ever had was now fully inside her. It was her dad's cock, she kept thinking. Her own daddy was fucking her. Strange thoughts were going through her head, thoughts like, "I wonder if Mommy ever got it like this doggystyle," and "I wonder if you can get pregnant from your own dad?" Slowly he drew his hard penis out of his daughter's wet sheath until just the head remained. He stared up at the ceiling and sighed loudly as he squeezed it into her again in one long thrust. His hands were placed firmly on her bruised ass, gripping her as she gripped him with her pussy. He continued doing this, slowly and rhythmically sliding his dick in and out of her young quim while she laid there unresisting. This went on for some time. He was fucking her so slowly that, despite the fact he'd felt near orgasm ever since he'd laid down next to her, he didn't cum. Her legs were cramping up, but she didn't much care. After all, her ass still hurt so bad it seemed insignificant by comparison. She wanted it to be over. She wanted so much for it to be over she began to actually squeeze her cuntal walls around his cock when it was inside her in that hope he'd finally cum. But he didn't. Only he kept sighing, breathing hard, gasping at the sensation of his little girl's pussy. Finally she began to sob again. "Just finish, Daddy!" she whimpered. Still he kept fucking her at that slow pace. He slid his hands up to her waist and wrapped them around there, pulling her back so he could press his dick more fully into her. He was looking down at her back, her shirt which was clinging to her sweaty body. Suddenly, he wanted to see her tits. "Take it off," he panted. At first she didn't know what he meant. She was in a state of utter confusion and shock. Then he repeated himself, and realization dawned on her. Without even thinking about refusing, she managed to pull the night-shirt off. Still he could only see her back so, with his dick fully inside her, he stopped and repositioned himself. She instinctively did the same until she was on her side, one of her legs extended between his and the other bent next to him. He gripped that leg by the ankle and pulled at it until it was perpendicular to her body--- he was now fucking her on her side, and he could finally get a good look at his daughter. Her eyes were closed, her body limp. Her developing breasts jiggled with each thrust of his organ as her dad fucked her. Her lips were moving soundlessly. "What?" he gasped. "Just finish," she said. She was sobbing again. And there was even more reason for her to want him to finish now. In this new position his cock was raking over her clitty with every inward thrust, sending orgasmic currents through her body in tandum. She was utterly disgusted and humiliated with herself. I don't want to cum! she thought to herself desperately. But she was heading in that direction. "Ohhhh," her father sighed. Suddenly he repositioned himself again, growing tired with fucking her on her side, until she was on her back. He drew out of her fully and got on his knees in between her spread legs, then slid back into her without any resistance. She wouldn't look at him. Her eyes were still closed and head turned away. But he noticed how her breathing had changed, and this excited him even more. He resisted the urge to speed up his thrusts, and continued pummeling her slowly. "Please..." she pleaded softly to her dad. "What, honey?" he panted. He placed his hands on her tits and began to squeeze them. "What?" "Oh..." she whimpered. The combination of his fucking and her tits being massaged was too much. "Please...." "Look at me," he said, sliding in and out of her still. "No, please... daddy..." she sobbed. But she opened her eyes and looked at him. "You want me to cum?" he asked. "Yes..." "Not until you do," he sighed. "Daddy, no!" she said, sobbing more heavily. But she knew it was going to happen. She could feel it, with every thrust of his cock she drew nearer to orgasm. Her body trembled, not in fear, but in anticipation of climax. It was at this point that she involuntarily began to hump her hips back at her father in time with his thrusts, bringing him deeper inside of her and ignoring the throbbing of her swollen ass. He looked down at his little girl heatedly, marveling at the way her body was beginning rock in unison with his. It took him a moment to realize that her panting was no longer from tears, but from sexual heat. Her eyes were still closed but her thin-lipped mouth was now agape in a serene look of ecstasy. Absentmindedly Michelle placed her hands on her father's hips. She let them rest there as she writhed around underneath him. The pummeling continued as his pole drove into her repeatedly, quicker now than before. Her mind felt as if it had cracked wide open, and all sorts of humiliating thoughts were let loose- she heard herself moaning, unable to control it, as she ground her hips forward onto her father's hard cock. Her whole body was shaking orgasmically, and every time he squeezed her meaty tits in his big sweaty hands she would gasp in wanton pleasure. "Whore... you little slut... cunt... oh... my little girl... fuck...," her father was panting. "You want me... you want me to fuck... fuck you?" She didn't reply. She couldn't. She could only gasp breathlessly as wave after wave of pre-orgasmic pleasure coursed through her young body. Suddenly she felt him begin to slap gently at her tits, paying careful attention to her nipples-this new sensation drove her deeper into the deep pits of carnality she was experiencing. "Tell me... uh... tell me, girl," her father panted, slapping at her titties harder now. "Fuh-fuh--- fuh--," his daughter replied, "Fuck me!" "You want me to fuck you?" he asked, grinding his cock into her little twat. "YES!" she cried, eyes opening wide as he impaled her. She thrust her pussy back at him so that he was deeper in her than he'd yet been. She could feel him practically up in her womb now. "WHORE!" he cried, fucking her rapidly now, slamming in and out of her hard and fast. "Fucking slut, slut slut... ohh, tight little cunt..." "Yes... fuck me... fuck me!" she cried. She dug her nails into his waist and wrapped her legs around his back, the pain and terror of just minutes before gone now, gone with the rest of her, replaced by nothing but lust; uncontrolable, unsaitable lust. And then her body tensed up, and couldn't keep from screaming-a low gutteral sound from the back of her throat-as she finally came. Suddenly her whole body felt like one big electrical conduit, and her daddy's dick was the charge. She dug her nails deeper into his waist, gouging out his skin, crying incoherent things about God and sex as she quaked through wave after wave of painful orgasm. When she felt his cock slam into her next and his body then tense, she knew he was about to pour his seed into her. She continued crying out in pleaure and repulsion as her father grunted long and low, and then suddenly felt his cock twitch inside her and spurt out the first hot gob of cum. The next pushed her into another orgasm, and the same happened with the third. But when he finally gushed out his sperm into her little-girl pussy she screamed at the top of her lungs in pure orgasmic agony. She felt her box fill up with his gooey cum, the same cum she'd been conceived with thirteen years before. Finally his body quite literally collapsed on hers. She didn't care, she was spent, too. They breathed heavily together, father and daughter, his shrinking dick still up inside her, her tits mashed against his hairy chest. She mewed softly in his ear as an aftershock of orgasm trembled through her body, and then she lost consciousness. *** Jodie returned home about an hour after one in the morning. Her body ached from the fucking she'd received at Dirk's, but was already beginning to recover. By morning, she knew, she'd be fine. She went tip-toed up the stairs and listened carefully at her sister's door. Had her plan work? Had the demon kept his promise? She wondered. Suddenly the door opened, and she stepped back, surprised. Her father was standing there, a look of exhaustion on his face. He didn't notice his older daughter at first but he did, he froze. "Jodie...," he began, unsure what to say. The witch struggled not to smile. "Is everything okay, Daddy?" she asked, voice full of concern. He blinked slowly, then looked over his shoulder into the bedroom. He stepped forward and closed the door behind him. Then, guilitily he said, "Yes... yes. Go to bed." He was already slowly walking back to his own room. She watched him go, overjoyed. It worked! she thought. The demon came through! When she heard a click as her parent's bedroom door closed she slowly opened her younger sister's and walked into the room. The sweaty stench of sex was in the air, and Jodie inhaled deeply, smiling as she did. She walked over to the mattress and looked down at Michelle. She was asleep, or at least appeared to be. She was also naked, and trembling. A small pool of sticky cum had formed between her legs on the mattress--- her sweaty body gleamed in the moonlight... Jodie couldn't help but reach forward for her nipple and grab it. She twisted it slowly between her fingers, searching Michelle's face for a response. None came. She let go. Nice tits, the witch thought. Last time she'd sister naked she hadn't had them yet. They were gonna end up as "C" cups, maybe even "D" or "DD". She smiled. "Oh, what did Daddy do to you?" Jodie giggled. She stepped back. "It's not over yet, sis," she whispered then, voice suddenly sinister and imposing. "Not by a long shot." And then she left. *TO BE CONTINUED.!* ************************ END OF CHAPTER THREE (6/6) ************************ If you liked this story, or even if you didn't, feel free to comment by writing me at: S_Bockman@Hotmail.com I have MSNMessenger too, by the way, in case you're on as well. Visit the Lazy Cup at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/The_Lazy_Cup/www/ for more of my stories, including the first two chapters of this one! 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