DISCLAIMER: This is a FANTASY story. Incest fantasy, like rape fantasy, in no way implies any personal, profession or other approval or justification of incest, which when perpetrated is a crime against children, the sanctity of the family, trust and love, and utterly destructive. Those who do not understand the difference between incest fantasy and its psychological reasons for existence, and incest in reality, should NOT involve themselves in the fantasy. All characters are over 18.
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Taking you that way--quickly, in a moment of passion--had been the wrong way to go. I had gotten off in your mouth, made you cum with mine, and even though I loved the way you squirmed and screamed with my dick in your mouth while I hit you with the crop, I still feel guilty as I stand here, looking down at you, your legs pulled tight together, and that look on your face. You look afraid.
I hadn't meant to make you afraid, baby. I don't think you understand. Your hands are still tied together. I love that, that you are my prisoner, that I can tie you down like an animal in any position I like and do anything at all to you. You lie there on your back in the scratchy hay and I pull down one of the thick, soft blankets from the side of a stall and lay it down over a thick bed of fresh straw in that stall, then I take the leather strap that trails from your bound hands and I get you up. Despite your weak protests, I only have to take the lead in one hand and use my free hand to slap your flanks when you don't go where I want you, just like the dumb animals I lead around all day. You are sobbing quietly when I lay you down on the blanket, head in the darkest shadows at the end of the stall, feet toward the opening, close to the aisle. I kneel down , one knee on either side of your tits, while I fasten your lead rope to a slat in the stall, my semi-soft cock dribbling a bit of cum down over your throat, your tits pressed tight in my thighs. I squeeze my thighs together, pressing them harder, and you moan "Stop, Daddy", shaking your head from side to side in denial of what you know: that I am going to take you again, and kicking your feet, you try to dislodge me.
Once you're tied, I slap your back-talking mouth and you shut up.
"That's the way I like you best, baby girl," I bend down and breathe in your face. "Nice and quiet. Just do what I want. Make Daddy happy, and Daddy might let you cum some more." I caress your face, the sweet line of your lips with my thumb. When you try to turn away, I grip your face tight in my hand, forcing you to look at me in the dark stall.
"DON'T piss me off," I tell you plainly. "Or you know what will happen."
The fight goes out of you. I'd prefer you keep a little of that backbone, but you'll get it back soon enough. For now, I have time to move down your body and tie each of your ankles in straps just like the one binding your hands, pulling your legs open roughly while you sob, and securing them to wooden slats on either side of the stall. Then I do what I have been wanting to do forever...I lie down atop my sweet, pure baby girl, my big hard body pressing into your soft, fleshy curves, my arms around you, my mouth at yours. Like lovers.
I get to touch you now. What has been forbidden to me is now mine. YOU are mine, in a way you never have been before. Before, I could touch your face, pat you on the head, maybe give you a little caress on the back, but now....now, I can kiss your mouth. I can feel the squirming, cushioning heat of you beneath me; I can lick your sweet, sweet nipples and enter your cunt with my tongue, my fingers, my mouth. You and every part of you now belong to me.
I was torn before, torn between what I know other people say is wrong and what I wanted. It took some amount of stress to break my willpower down, but once broken, I took you. And now, whether they're right or wrong, I will keep taking you, over and over again, in every imaginable way, because I have to feast on what I've claimed.
I whisper to you, trying to explain it all to you, while our bodies are warm together on the blanket. I stroke your beautiful hair, your face, the sweet, soft lines of your throat and shoulders while I try to quiet you. While I tell you how long I've longed for you; how much I've yearned and ached to hold your naked body under mine; to feel your fresh, firm breasts on my chest, to know how deep and hot and wet you would be when you first take a cock inside you.
You jump at that, and whimper and protest, feeling my cock stirring against the inside of your thighs. You start pleading with me again as I grow harder; longer.
"Please, Daddy," you whine prettily. "Please let me go. I swear I won't tell."
"No, you won't tell, baby girl," I assure you as I kiss your cheek. "You won't ever tell anyone. If you do, you'll have to tell them the whole truth, that you came with Daddy's mouth on your pussy."
You turn your head away and start seeping tears again; I soothe your skin with my fingertips...forehead, brows, nose and cheeks, tracing the lines of your beloved face.
"I love you, baby girl," I whisper in your ear, moving so that my cock is brushing your cunt; your soft, soft curls teasing my shaft, only making me harder. "Daddy loves you, baby." I do, you know. I love everything about you. I love the softness, the sweetness. I love the way you smile and the way you snuggle into your bed at night. It's because of all those things that I want to be with you like this; to be your lover. I want to protect you and I want you to know how very special you are to me. I want to make you my girl, for real.
I try to explain all this to you, while my hands slide up and down your delicate young body, caressing every curve; every hollow. I know where you are ticklish but I avoid those places because we are not Daddy and his little girl now, romping and playing, we are lovers, man and woman. I don't express myself very well; my words come out rough and uneducated, as I am, but in my heart you're my perfect girl. Daddy's baby. And I want to absorb you inside me and make you part of me forever; I don't ever want you to leave Daddy.
"Tonight, you're gonna take Daddy inside you," I murmur in your ear, already lost in the soft, hazy sexual fantasy of having you under me. You fight and beg and squirm, but I know you're just putting on a good show for the sake of what all those other people say: that this is wrong, that you shouldn't enjoy it.
"You don't have to pretend," I whisper in the darkness, the rain still pounding outside. "Nobody's here. You don't have to pretend you don't like it. Daddy knows you want it, baby."
You scream at me, some last-ditch effort to dissuade me, and regretfully I have to show you who's boss again, because you keep forgetting that. Holding your head between my big hands I kiss you, smashing your sweet, plush lips under mine, forcing your mouth open with my tongue, shoving it inside, fucking your mouth as I will soon fuck your body, and you are getting that fight back, aren't you? Trying so hard to buck me off, your strength nothing to me as I kiss my girl, taking your mouth as I have always wanted to do. You taste hot and sweet. Afraid. Innocent. It's a taste that makes my cock so fucking hard I want to slam it deep into your virgin cunt in one hard thrust.
But I will be patient, sweetheart. Kissing you more softly, gently, pulling out of your mouth then kissing the corners of your mouth, your silk-smooth cheeks, your chin, your throat. While I kiss my way down, you struggle, fighting the bonds and whimpering and crying out at the way the straps bite into your soft skin. I tell you to relax, to just enjoy. I tell you that Daddy's going to make his baby girl feel so good...but you insist on playing the victim. I smile at you and though the stall is dark when I pull away to look down into your face and smile, you suck in your breath and stop struggling for a moment. In that instant you lie under me, chest heaving with rough breaths, mouth wet from mine, my cock throbbing against your still-virgin cunt, and I know that you are struggling with the reality of what you really want...of the way you want Daddy to fuck you.
"It's okay, baby," I whisper to you, smoothing the silky hair back from your face. "It's okay. I know what you want, and I promise, Daddy will give it to you. But Daddy wants to hear you say it. Tell Daddy what you want, honey." I wait for you to answer, but you don't. Instead, you shake your head, press your lips together. You refuse to give me what I want, and I do NOT appreciate your little Miss Innocent routine. I take your face in my hands again and shake you a little.
"TELL DADDY!" I demand, growling in frustration when you only shake your head and cry and moan, "no, no....please Daddy..."
"Say it!" I demand again. "Tell Daddy you need him to fuck you. YOU WANT HIM TO FUCK YOU!"
