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Subject: {ASSM} Satan's Sex Slave Ch. 3 {6/6} (mast, MMf, anal, yng, nc, inc, ff)
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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 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.!*

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END OF CHAPTER THREE (6/6)
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