*This is a work of fiction and is not based on real life individuals. All individuals are consenting adults over the age of 18. I highly suggest you read the first two installments before proceeding. This section will contain BDSM, humiliation, anal play and incest. If these subjects offend you then please find a different story to suit your pleasure. As always I am so grateful to my readers and their wonderful comments and feedback. I will now be writing from only Cherry's perspective which is different from my first two chapters.*
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My legs felt like rubber as I rose from the couch and walked to my bathroom with Daddy's warm cum running down my legs. I turned on the shower and sat on the edge of the tub waiting for the water to warm up. My thoughts drifted to earlier in the morning when Daddy had made me suck and ride his fat cock. I knew it was so wrong but it made me feel so good when he used my body and called me his slut. I loved when he was rough and degraded me. As I replayed the events from earlier my pussy began to ache thinking about Daddy's monster cock. I slid my fingers through my slick folds still dripping with his cum. I couldn't help myself and I slid two fingers into my pussy and scooped out his seed. I was sucking his cum off my fingers and rubbing my engorged clit when a knock at the door startled me and I nearly fell off the edge of the tub.
"Cherry, when you are done in there I want you downstairs naked," Daddy rumbled in his low timber.
"Yes, Daddy," I replied as I hopped into the shower and began washing my body.
I quickly finished showering and dried off before hurrying downstairs to Daddy.
He was reclined on the couch, still completely naked. He reminded me of a greek god with his chiseled muscles and bronze skin. I couldn't help but stare at his massive cock resting against his thigh. Even now in it's flaccid state it was impressive, but I knew when it was hard it was ten inches long and had the girth of a soda can. God, I loved my Daddy's cock. My pussy started to leak as I walked over to him.
He stared at me and instructed me to kneel at his feet as he rose from the couch. The tip of his cock dangled in front of my face and I had to fight to urge to lick the thick plum head. He didn't say a word as he walked around me adjusting my position, making me sit up straight on my knees and clasp my hands behind my back, pushing my small, pert breast to jut out. He used his foot to nudge my legs further apart exposing my pussy to his view. He looked at me and smiled, running his finger over my cheek and down my jaw to my breast to pinch and roll one of nipples. My whole body was tingling and I was nearly panting with excitement when he finally spoke.
"This is the slave position Cherry. I will expect you to present yourself to me in this position from now on. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy," I looked up at him and nodded enthusiastically.
"Now I want you to listen to me very closely. You are no longer Daddy's little girl, you are now my slave and cumslut. Your body belongs to me. You have three holes to please me with and I will use all of them often. I will tie you, whip you and fuck you however and whenever I please. You will not play with yourself or cum without my permission. You will be a good little slut and beg Daddy to fuck and cum in your holes. Do you understand what this means?"
"Yes, Daddy," I replied with a trembling voice.
"Good girl. You will dress in the clothes that I choose for you and fix your hair and makeup how I instruct you to. When you are home I expect you to be naked unless I tell you otherwise. I will expect total obedience from you otherwise you will be punished. Now, go get dressed in the clothes I laid out on your bed, we are going out."
"Yes, Daddy," I replied as I rose on quivering legs and made my way upstairs to my bedroom.
Daddy had laid out a very short denim skirt and black tank top on my bed. I was confused to see that there was no panties or a bra for me to put on. I slid the skirt on, it was so short that it barely covered the bottom of my ass. The shirt was tight and pushed my breasts up to spill over the top and it only came down to my mid belly. I looked in the mirror and was ashamed to see how cheap and slutty I looked. Surely Daddy was joking, there was no way I could go out in public dressed like this. I took a deep breath and walked back down stairs. Daddy was sitting on the couch watching the ball game. He did not even look up when I walked in the room but barked, "Slave position now slut!"
Remembering my instructions I dropped to my knees at his feet, clasped my hands behind my back and spread my thighs as far as the tight skirt would allow. He looked down at me appraisingly and ran his fingers through my hair.
"How do you like the new outfit Daddy bought you?"
I gulped hard before replying "Daddy, I can't go out like this. I don't have panties or bra. Everyone will be able to see everything!"
I barely had the words out of my mouth when I was sent reeling backwards by a harsh slap across the face. Sprawled on my back, I looked up at Daddy in shock as he rose up from the couch to stand over me.
"I think you have missed the point. I expect complete obedience from you Cherry. You are nothing but Daddy's little cum slut now. Sluts don't need underwear. You will dress so I have access to your body and holes at all time. Or have you forgot your place? Do you not remember this morning begging for Daddy to fuck and cum in your cunt like a whore?"
Trembling I scrambled back up to kneel at his feet. "I'm sorry Daddy, I understand now," I whimpered and looked at him with pleading eyes.
He reached down and pinched my nipple through my shirt, pulling it out harshly from my body causing me to whine in pain. My body defied me and my pussy started to drip at my Daddy's harsh words and treatment.
"Tell me what you are," he commanded pulling and twisting my nipple harder.
"I... I am your cumslut Daddy. I am nothing but three holes for you to fuck and use. I am a whore for your cock," I managed to stammer out.
Thankfully he released the grip on my aching nipple then and stroked my hair as he smiled at me and told me I was a good girl. I felt complete and satisfied then. I always wanted to be Daddy's good girl. He then walked away and left me kneeling there in the living room. I did not dare move but waited patiently for him to return. When he came back in he was dressed in a tight T-shirt, jeans and boots.