Hey everybody! Sorry for the long wait between parts two and three, I've just been busy and working on other stories as well. As I mentioned before, this story isn't strictly incest/ taboo, there are elements of other categories, in chapter 2 it was BDSM, and in this chapter, there's a forced sex element, a bit of a roleplay going on. This one will be a little rougher, but rest assured it will be the roughest chapter in the series (I think, ha). Anyways, I hope you enjoy, I'll try to be quicker in the next chapter, and while this one is mostly entirely sex, I assure you the next one will have quite a bit more plot/ shit going on.
Thanks for reading, thanks for any feedback (even if you are being an anonymous prick), and as always, every character in this story is over 18.
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Josephine's eyes rolled in the back or her head as she climaxed again.
She was strapped to a wooden chair, backwards, so the back of the chin held her up by her chin. She was naked, covered in sweat and welts, a few bruises here and there. Her arms and legs were bound to the legs of the chair, her ass sticking out, a double pronged vibrating dildo inserted into both her pussy and ass. Her mouth had a large, red, rubber ball gag strapped in, big enough to keep her quiet, a steady stream of drool slipping down her chin and onto the floor below.
In front of her was Patrick's lap top, a steady loop of porn playing. He'd somehow rigged it so the videos would play for only a minute or two before switching to the next, and he'd made sure to only include incredibly rough, filthy scenes: gagging, throatfucking, bdsm, gangbangs, rape scenes, girls crying and being abused, girls orgasming, being held down and fucked in every hole.
The seat was wet and there was a puddle on the floor from how many times she'd squirted. Josephine had just enough leverage to move the dildo back and forth, to control where it pressed against. She couldn't get it out, but she could control which area inside her it pressed against, giving her the ability to control when she came almost, or rather, prolong the duration between orgasms, for no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't keep herself from cumming after long enough.
She was alone. She'd been tied up and left like this for what felt like hours now, and her mind was practically fried. Her eyes were sunken, her body was worn out, she was beginning to get scared of whether or not her training would do irreparable damage to her psyche or body, but even those worries were short lived. They would brush up against her and she'd begin to panic, then they'd fly off with the next impending orgasm.
Finally, she heard the door open and close. She couldn't move her head, but she knew it was Patrick by the length of time he'd taken to even address her.
"Having fun?" He asked her after a moment or two.
"Mhm," She squealed, nodding her head slightly.
"Had enough?" He questioned, spanking her ass.
"Mm! Mhm! Mhm!" She begged, and she saw him close the laptop, grabbing the dildo and pulling it out of her holes, turning it off.
He pulled the gag out of her mouth and she gasped, shaking and spitting, wincing.
"Oh! Oh God! It's happening again!" She squealed, spasming as her body climaxed one last time.
"Sh," Patrick whispered in her ear, comforting her, holding her through the last orgasm. "Sh, it's ok, it's ok."
She slowly calmed herself, shivering and shaking as he untied her, then he scooped her up in his arms and carried her into his bed. She looked down and realized he was naked, his hard cock swinging underneath her.
As soon as they plopped down on his soft mattress, she lunged after his cock, grabbing it and shoving it deep down her throat.
"Way woo wer" she said, thanking him with his cock in her mouth, her head bouncing up and down on his hard shaft.
"You're welcome, kitten," Patrick smiled, leaning back and letting her suck him off. After a moment or two he got restless, grabbing her body and picking it up, twisting her around so she was sitting on top of him, her pussy right in his face.
He'd barely licked her when she shivered, her body tensing as she came again.
"Oh! I'm sowwy!" She cried, forcing his cock even deeper down her throat.
"It's ok, kitten, you can keep cumming however many times you need, you have my permission." He cooed, and she hummed a little, his cock all the way down her throat, holding it there.
"Fuck!" He gasped, then grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, licking her tight little ass. She shuddered and started to orgasm again, shaking her head and squealing, then bobbing up and down on his cock some more.
She pulled his cock out of her mouth and turned to him.
"Please, sir, please don't make me cum anymore," She begged, tears streaming down her face.
"You've had enough?" He asked, spanking her ass, and she nodded.
"Yes sir, please, just let me suck you off. I want your cum so bad, I want to swallow your cum like a good little girl!" She whined, and Patrick leaned back, smiling.
"Very well, get back to work" He demanded, and she smiled, grabbing his cock and slapping it against her face.
"Yes sir," She whispered, then shoved it back down her throat.
She bobbed her head up and down, slobbering and choking on his cock, until at last he couldn't fight it anymore. He groaned and she plunged his cock all the way down her throat, letting him shoot his load down her throat, gulping it all down.
When he had finally finished, she picked herself up, turning to him, a dribble of cum leaking out the side of her mouth.
"Thank you for your cum, sir," she whispered, then collapsed on his chest.
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When she awoke, it was dark outside. She was wrapped in blankets and there was a glass of water next to the bed. Patrick sat on his computer, typing something out, lost in his work.
"Um, sir-" She squeaked, and he turned to her, a smile on his face.
"Patrick," He corrected, "We've talked about this, I don't want you to get in the habit of calling me that when we're not having fun together."
"Yes, sorry s- I mean, sorry Patrick." She smiled. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," He grinned, closing the computer and turning to her.
"Not just, not just for today. For everything, for the past couple weeks, for training me," She cooed, barely even able to pick herself up. "I've been having so much fun with you."
"I'm glad." Patrick smiled, standing up and walking towards the foot of her bed. "You're an incredible sub, Jo, and a fantastic lover. I've had a lot of fun too."
"Good," She moaned, sitting up and grabbing the water. "But, um, there's something I need to talk to you about."
He sat down next to her, and she took a few gulps, then handed him the glass.
"Well then spit it out, Jo, you know you can tell me anything," He laughed, taking a gulp, then setting the water down on the bedside table.
"Well, I think I'd like to take a break from my training," She whispered, a hint of worry in her voice.
"Take a break?" Patrick laughed, "Jo, you don't need any more training, we could have probably stopped a week in, everything we've done after that, well, it's not really training anymore, it's just fun."
She smiled, grabbing him and hugging him. He picked her up and sat her in his lap, letting her nuzzle her head against his chest.
