Daddy in Control

He kissed her back and cupped her ass, kneading the fleshy globes in his hands. She certainly was lively, but he thought he saw something in her eyes. Like she was still thinking about how she feels, weighing it against what she thought was normal before. He figured that would pass with time, as she becomes accustomed to her charged libido.

"Anything for my Slut of a Daughter." He smiled. "Now go on and have fun, Daddy has some things he needs to do." He swats her playfully on the ass as she walks out.

His earlier assumption that he wouldn't go any further was being put to the test. He was thinking that maybe supercharging her libido would get her mind off of what was new, and focussed on her pussy. And he had a plan. He went down to his office and started making a few calls, and before the night was over, he had a supply of testosterone supplements that he could put in her food.

Of course, that might have a side effect of her titties growing a bit, but hell, who's going to complain?
 
Megan took her new "toy" to her bedroom to try it out. She began by licking it all over, getting it nice and wet. Then she sucked the head into her hot mouth. In an out. In and out. Just like sucking a real cock. Deeper and deeper, until it reached into her throat.

Megan fought off her gag reflex and allowed it to slide into her throat. She wanteed to learn to deep throat cocks and plase them with her cock=sucking prowess. This dildo would help her to practice until she was perfect.

But Megan's pussy was wet and getting wetter. It wanted to feel the large fake cock. Megan's pussy wanted fucked. And Megan had learned that when her pussy wanted satisfaction, that her pussy should get satisfaction.

Megan removed the fake cock from her mouth and placed it against her hot cunt hole. She pushed it in, quickly, deeply, at the same time lifting her hips from the bed to meet the thrust.

"OOOooohhh, yeah, Fuck Me," Megan wailed. Her mind went to all the sexy guys she wanted to fuck. She imagined cock after cock fucking her as she drove the dildo in and out of her heated, horny pussy. Megan wanted to be the best slut she could be.

Her thoughts turned to Daddy, to his big cock, to how good it felt to feel him fucking her. She quickened the pace af her self-fucking.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me!" Megan knew she was loud. But she wanted her father to hear her.

"AAAaaahhh, MMMmmm, OOOooohhh I'mmm gonna. I'MMM CUUMMMIIIINNNGG!"
 
He was sure this hormone therapy would do the trick, without going TOO overboard, which was quite a ways away, so he decided to head to bed, sometime passed midnight.

On his way he passed by Megan's open door and saw her sleeping, her naked body still shining with sweat in the moonlight, her pussy wet and the dildo laying next to her. One quick fuck wouldn't hurt, so he stripped down and got onto the bed, positioning himself and sliding into her waiting cunt.
 
Megan had fucked herself to exhaustion with her new toy, thinking of all the men and boys she wanted to fuck. But almost always returning to thoughts of her Daddy for orgasm after orgasm. She had fallen asleep with the cunt cream covered dildo lying beside her.

Her dreams were of sex, fucking, sucking, orgies, gang-bangs, exhibitionism. She dreamed of being fucked by her father in a large room full of people watching. She began to hump her hips to meet the thrusts of Daddy's dick deep inside her. It felt so real.

Megan began to awaken but the feeling of her Daddy's cock in her cunt was even more real. Her eyes widened as she realized her Daddy was fucking her. She wrapped her legs around him and fucked back, trying to give him the best fuck he'd ever had.

"Oh, Daddy, I LUV it when you fuck me," Megan cooed.
 
"I know you do honey," He said inbetween grunts as he thrusted into her, "And I'll be fucking you a lot from now on. I promise."

He continued to fuck her, massaging her tits as he went, to finally dump another load into her hot pussy. He kissed her good night and left the room to go sleep.
 
Megan fell back to sleep quickly. But she slept with a smile on her face as her Daddy's cum leaked from her well-fucked pussy.

Her dreams continued. Dreams of being fucked and eaten. Dreams of sucking cocks and tits. Dreams of being the center of sexual attention at a party, the starlet of a porno film, the star dancer at an erotic club.

Megan wanted to experience every sexual thrill. And in her dreams, in her sleep, all inhibitions disappeared. And she became a freely sexual woman - a slut!
 
He too fell asleep with a smile on his face, and for generally the same reason, sexual gratification. Though his was also from the fact that he knew he had done a good job on her.

Eventually she might even be sleeping in this bed with him, at least when she wasn't with another man, or woman. That thought brought him once again to their neighbour, and he dreamed of what he would enjoy after he had not one, but two horny sluts at his beck and call.
 
Megan awoke feeling vibrant. Her sleep and her dreams had energized her.

The puddle of cum on the bed let her know that she had not only dreamed of her Daddy's dick, but that he had indeed fucked her in the middle of the night. She was thrilled with that knowledge. She loved fucking her father.

But today Megan thought she might try her skills of teasing and pleasing with other people. Perhaps a nice trip to the park would give her just such opportunity.

Megan showered, thinking of what she might wear, what she might do. Her hands excited her body, her fingers flicking her nipples to erection, then sliding down to wash, and to tease her eager pussy.

Megan continued to tease herself as she dried from the shower. She decided to wear one of her new mini skirts - the red one, nice and bright. And the blue haltar top would look good with it. She could go braless in that, allowing her tits to be displayed nicely. Her red garter belt and red fishnets would work well with the ensemble. And her red "fuck-me" pumps would complete the slutty image. She decided against panties.

Megan knew she wanted to flash her bare pussy to someone, just to see their reaction to such brazen sexuality from such a young girl.

She walked downstairs to get her Daddy's approval of her outfit and planned activities.

"Daddy, where are you?"
 
"I'm in here Sweetheart!" He called out from his office.

When she came in, his eyes just about popped out of his head. "Wow! You look great! What are you all dressed up for?"

He nodded as she explained. "Sounds like fun, but I'm certainly going to miss you. How about some head to tide me over?"
 
Megan was shocked at her Daddy's blatant request. But only for a moment. Then her pussy gushed at the thought of sucking that big beautiful cock. Megan loved sex. It was that simple - that natural.

"Sure, Daddy" Megan replied as she walked to him and fell to her knees at his feet.

She reached up and began to unzip his slacks. She reached her hand in to pull out his cock and found him already hard. He was amazing. It seemed he stayed hot, hard, and horny all the time. Was that natural?

She knew she stayed horny all the time. But women were made that way, designed to have sex anytime, wet and ready. But Megan knew that many women failed to realize their natural ability, their true place in the world.

Megan had found her place. She was going to be a world class slut. She pursed her lips and kissed the tip of her Daddy's big dick.

"MMMmmm, Daddy, your dick is delicious," Megan cooed. Then she took as much of her father's cock as she could into her mouth.
She sucked and licked it all over. She began to bob her head and relax her throat, so that even more of the huge prick disappeard into her hot, young mouth.
 
((Sorry, a bit of writer's block got in the way))

He brushed her hair back with his hands, so he could see her face, watching her lips slide along his shaft and hear the slurping noises she made.

"A tasty treat huh? Well, wait till you get to the cream filling!" He laughed and groaned as her tongue did a particular motion that felt VERY good.

"My little baby has grown up into quite the slut." He said with pride. And it was hard to NOT be hard with the little minx in the house. Especially when she was either dressed like a hooker, or naked.
 
"MMMmmm," Megan moaned, humming on her Daddy's dick. She was unaware of the effect this would have on him (or anyman), until he grabbed the back of her head and began thrusting his prick forcefully down her throat.

Her Daddy was literally fucking her face. That fact made Megan even hotter. She knew she was a true slut, her Daddy's slut.

Her tongue continued to tease and tantalize her Daddy's throbbing cock, even as he rammed it harder and faster in and out of her mouth. Her Daddy was shoving his prick into her throat. She had heard about "deep throat", had even seen pictures and videos of girls doing it. Now she was deep throating her own Daddy.

Megan reached a hand down under her red mini-skirt and began to finger her dripping wet pussy. Sucking her Daddy's dick was making her hot and creamy. She slid a second finger up inside her horny cunt as she sucked her Daddy's dick even harder.
 
"Ah yeah, that's it Megan, suck Daddy's cock."

This was by far the best blowjob he had ever gotten. What she lacked in experience, and that wasn't much after watching all of her conditioning and aslo her time with hte dildo, she morethan made up for in enthusiasm.

He watched her red lips slide up and down his glistening shaft, wet from her spit. He could see her suck as her cheeks caved in a bit every time. And the moaning! GOD! That feels wonderful.

Thrusting up at her, he could feel the cum in his balls boiling, trying to get out and shoot down the hot sexy throat of the slut sucking on him. And, he obliged. "I'm cumming honey!" he shouted as the thick white cream shot from his cockhead.
 
"MMMmmm, Daddy, your cum is so yummy. I LUV it," Megan stated as her Daddy put his cock back into his pants.

She continued to finger her cunt, lewdly, openly right infront of her own father. It seemed natural, and, besides, she was too horny to stop. She slid a third finger into her dripping wet cunt. Her cunt juice was running down her thighs.

With her other hand Megan pulled the halter top up and began squeezing her tits. Her eyes were glazed over in lust, but she knew her Daddy was watching. And that made her even hotter and hornier.

She pressed her thumb against her protruding clit and rubbed it while drilling her fingers in and out of her splayed pussy. She pinched the nipples of each of her bouncing tits.

"Daddy, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum all over my fingers. I'm going to cum for you."

Megan's young, excited body tightened and then spasmed in orgasm. The cream from her cunt coated her hand and dripped onto the floor.

"OOOooohhh, Fuck Yesssssss, I'mm CUUMMMMMMIIIINNNGG!" Megan screamed as she creamed.

After her orgasm, Megan looked up at her Daddy. He was smiling down at her. She felt happy, fulfilled, even proud, that she was such a hot slut.

"Should I go clean my cum off my thighs, or go out to the park like this, Daddy, dear?" Megan asked, a sly, sexy, sultry, slutty smile on her lips.
 
"Well honey, if you're going out to show off, why not go all the way? I say leave it. What better way to say what a hot slut you are than to have pussy juice running down your thighs?" He grinned at his little girl. "You might want to see about getting some Birth control as well. After all, you're much to young to be having a baby."

He smiled to her as she left, straightening out her clothes as she went. He went back to thinking about their neighbour. The idea was becoming harder to resist the more he thought about it. Turning his daughter into a slut was one thing, but to make his neighbour into little mroe than a fuck toy? Mmmmm
 
Christy - their neighbour

She walked out the back sliding door of her house into the bright sunny day. Holding her laptop firmly to her. She puts on her sun glasses and brushes her long black hair from her face as she walks to pool chair. She was bored again and decided that maybe writing a few pages for one of her little trashy novels that she has lately become famous for.

She was having problems coming up with her newest story. It had to have more shock and wit then the last three she already wrote. She placed the laptop on the table next to the deck chair and then allowed her robe to fall to the floor. She stood there in a high cut cherry red two peice swimsuit. She smiled at herself as she thought that she owned a dozen swimsuits and had only been in the pool twice since she moved into this neighborhood. She adjusted the waist band of her bottoms with a stretch and a snap.

She laid down on the deck chair and placed the laptop on her belly. She smiled as the windows image faded and the image of her self came up as the back ground. It was a picture of when she was about 18 and it was one of her favorites. She made a silent prayer that one day she would fit back into those jeans again. She looked down at her hips and belly and smiled.

"Hell, still look damn fucking good for someone my age" she said to the wind.

She smiled and opened up her files and brought up the new story she was working on. She told the editor that she would be done be next month. She stared at what she had already written. All seven words of it.

She just stared at the mostly blank screen until...
 
Isaac looked out the window towards the neighbour's house. It looked like Christy was out by the pool, trying to write something, he imagined.

Well, he'd give her something to write about. He chuckled, thinking about the title 'My descent into a slutty sex slave'. That had a nice ring to it. Maybe Megan would like to join in on the fun. After all, he could probably convince her by telling her he wanted to help Christy release the slut inside of her. After all, it's only natural.

He picked up one of the things he had gotten in preparation for this and looked back out the window again. In his hand, a tranquilizer gun. He left the window and walked to the back door, stepping out and moving to the fence, he thought about how he was going to do this. He knew Christy a little bit, Megan knew her a bit more, but it at least wasn't going to be a total suprise if she sees him.

Walking to the front gate of her backyard, he moves the well oiled gate open, making not a sound, and closes it behind him. He creeps slowly up behind her, aims, and fires. Once she's out, he removes the dart and picks her up, and her laptop, and goes to the seldom used gate in the fence separating their two backyards, one of the ones that is supposed to blend in with the rest of the fence, and brings her back inside his house and down to the basement.

Once there, he put a collar around her neck, which would act sorta like an invisible fence for dogs. If she came close to the door to the room, she'd get a very nice reminder that it is a no-no. She was also stripped of all her clothes. The room was warm though, so it would be very comfortable.
 
Megan

"Daddy, I'm home!" Megan shouted as she came in the front door.

She had had a lovely day in the park. And in the back seat of a couple of parked cars. She had sucked off five men. She loved the taste of cum. And she had fucked four others. She loved feeling a cock in her pussy; feeling a cock cum in her pussy.

She now knew that men liked hot, horny young sluts. All she had to do was lift her little red mini-skirt and flash her pretty pussy at a man and he would get hot, hard, and horny. She loved the feeling of power she had over them. She knew she could get fucked anytime she wanted. And she knew she wanted to get fucked a lot.

Megan wondered where her father mihgt be. His car was in the driveway. And the front door was open. So he must be home.

She wanted him to see the cum running down her legs. One of her fishnets was ripped, but that just added to the slutty look. Megan was sure her father would like what he saw, a freshly fucked, repeatedly fucked, young slut.

Megan hoped that her Daddy would like it so m,uch he'd want "sloppy seconds", or, more accurately in this case, "sloppy fifths".

"Daddy, where are you?"

Megan heard some noise coming from the basement. As she opened the door at the top of the stairs she hollered out again, "Daddy, I'm home!"
 
OOC: Alright, welcome back everyone. With the return to the net of the person originally supposed to play the neighbour in our lovely little drama, we've decided to revive this thread and give it a go again. It was unfortunate that OoohKitty did not stick around to play the part she asked to play, but that is life.

So, with that in mind, we've got the following change. The neighbour, Christy, has moved out, and was never abducted. A new neighbour, to be described by Lovelynice, will have moved in a short time ago.

Whether that neighbour starts off in the same situation that Christy left off in, is up to Lovelynice.
 
OOC: It will be fun to play Megan again. She's such a hot, horny young slut. I look forward to our future adventures.

WELL CUM, Lovelynice. It is both lovely and nice to have you join our roleplay.:D :cool: ;)
 
OOC: I am very much looking forward to this. I wanted to join ages ago, but RL kept getting in the way. Sorry that I have to drop Ooohkitty's Christy Page, hers is not an interesting character for me.

Hurry up, Vagrant. I want to jump in! :D
 
OOC: You gotta post your character and stuff, and whether or not she's abducted before I post anything, since I'm leaving both things up to you. SO jump on in.
 
My first real post :)

OOC
Dr Vanessa Cameron

Age: 28

Vanessa is a serious, ambitious, and brilliant scientist (or rather was before Daddy has his way with her). She has a lithesome figure and has kept herself fit by regular visits to the company gym and pool, but she would’ve preferred to be shapelier. During the past five years she has been too busy for dealing with the hassles of a boyfriend, and she always feigned disinterest anyway. She maintained the professional image of cool, calm, and ultra-rational Doctor Cameron who never really needed a man, and secretly looked at her male compatriots and supposed equals as lazy, boring, and untalented. Their interest in sexual things was to her, a sign of their stupidity and sleaziness. She didn’t think sexual things were dirty, she simply thought them beneath her and a distraction from her work. Even so, those who knew Dr Vanessa “Ice Queen” Cameron would perhaps be very surprised if they learned that at 28 years of age, Vanessa was still a virgin.

It could be taken as a sign of a deeply repressed interest in sex, that Dr Cameron has focused her attention on genetic engineering, sexual and neural chemistry, and the use of nanotech-modified lymphocytes to achieve the defeating of the aging process. Recently, her team had succeeded in a remarkable achievement; her modified lymphocytes were able to carry specific retro-viral RNA to parts of the brain and glandular system that didn’t only slow down aging. Injection of the CX-lymphocytes would induce an intense fever, dramatic increase in sex drive, and reverse the physiological age of the subject to the equivalent of age 18. Continued use resulted in extreme sexual dimorphic effects (in other words; exaggerated sexual features). The shock of the fever had some unfortunate side-effects that were still being investigated; body hair tended to fall out, although on women this was compensated for by a speeding of the growth of head hair. Men very often became completely bald, except for facial hair (most male subjects reported needing to shave 3-4 times a day). All subjects lost weight initially, and women tended to shrink (average loss of 8” in height), men regained this weight fastest and increased in musculature easily.

It was such a breakthrough, that Dr Cameron’s team thought they’d discovered the Fountain of Youth. It would be worth billions. Dr Vanessa Cameron studied their success with more caution; to her the CX-lymphocytes were a danger to all womankind. She realized that if they became easily available, even if only to the very wealthy, every woman could be easily turned into a mere sextoy for men. Immortality wasn’t worth that, in her opinion. One night she used a laptop to break into the lab computers over the internet, using a wireless modem after a driving to another city. She knew all the codes and so had little trouble. Her plan was a subtle one; she only removed or altered vital data on the research, and changed the heat settings for the samples. She successfully wiped out the entire batch of the CX-lymphocytes, and her sabotage ensured that replication of the projects success would take years. The company only discovered that they’d been hacked but it wasn’t until the next tests were done and the nanotech didn’t work at all, that they found out how badly. They didn’t blame Dr Cameron, but thought the sabotage was committed by a competitor. A year later, “unable” to duplicate the previous success, Dr Cameron resigned, and hasn’t engaged in scientific research since. She has just recently moved to a new home (with way too many mirrors as part of the built in furnishings), and intends to spend the next two years writing.

One of the company’s primary investors was more suspicious, however, and dangerously for Vanessa, she still has copies of the original un-sabotaged files on her home PC and laptop. In the basement of the rented house, hidden behind the ice cream in a modified freezer, she has kept stored six frozen samples of the CX-Lymphocytes in an injectable form . If discovered by the legal authorities, her criminal actions would be revealed to all; likely resulting in her arrest and ruin that would also shame her family.




MOVING IN (IC)

Vanessa looked around at her new home, where she would be living for at least the new six months, and she hoped for another two years. She planned to spend much of that time writing and relaxing. Her redundancy payout had been very generous, but it was the income from her investments that would pay most of the bills. Her standard of living would be comfortable, if not excessive. The rent for the large house (practically a small mansion really) was surprisingly low and as the real-estate agent had told her it had some very specific conditions attached to the rental contract. Vanessa didn’t mind them. The rules included some odd ones by the owner that basically came down to;
# Single women only may rent the house.
# No men may sleep overnight in the house two days in a row. The owner insisted on this, said the real-estate agent, saying it was considered bad luck as they’d been advised by their family’s fortune-teller.
# No modifications of the building’s built-in furnishings (including the numerous mirrors) and/or their removal are allowed, any required can be requested, but will only be done at the discretion of the owner.
# No modifications of the building’s electrical wiring, air-conditioning, heating, or alarm system, any required repairs/modifications can be requested, but will only be done at the discretion of the owner.
# Cleaning staff will be visiting to perform chores between 9am-10am everyday except Sunday. A gardener & pool cleaner will be visiting to perform their jobs every Saturday between 11am-12noon. These staff are not to be denied access to the building and grounds if they show the proper authorization, and already have the required keys. They are not to be asked to perform any other jobs other than what have been assigned to them.
# Definitely no pets, not even an elephant (Had that happened?, Vanessa wondered).

The house was beautiful, although the large number of mirrors were surprising. She wandered around the house, feeling a little too warm, but when she tried to change the air-conditioning settings, the control panel confused her. It was very complex, but apparently programmable.

She walked through the living room, admiring the thick creamy-white shag-pile carpet, and again another mirror above the mantle piece of a fake fireplace. The kitchen had highly polished tiles, but was comfortably not so large. It had a special cooker too, for a wok. The refrigerator was huge compared to her old one. Again there was another mirror on the wall, this time bronzed, but it reflected the light from the windows and made the room bright. Vanessa then checked out the bathrooms; there were two downstairs.

One near a guest bedroom, but easily accessed from the pool by a second door. The pool itself was outwardly the common kidney-shape, but the entire bottom of the pool was also fitted with water-jets and colourful lighting that could be directed by a PC with the right software. It looked like a great idea for a party. The real-estate agent had explained it has having been originally built this way for a scene in a movie. He said it could even be turned into a giant jacuzzi, and the water-jets were powerful to throw a bucket or a ball completely out of the pool. Great for water sports, he'd commented.

The other downstairs bathroom was accessible from the lobby of the main entrance. Weird planning, she thought, maybe it has something to do with the owner’s fortune-teller’s advice.

There was also a bar and rumpus room, with a full-size pool-table. Wow.

Vanessa then grabbed the last of her bags and head upstairs. The staircase was one of those steep spiral ones, made of metal, but carpeted. The sides and balustrade were clear plexiglass. All the way up, the walls were mirror-tiled like a nightclub’s.

Upstairs in the main bedroom (which was huge), Vanessa looked over her bags and boxes, and then began putting the last of her clothes away in the built-in wardrobes. The doors of the wardrobes were mirrored, as was the wall above the bed. She’d expected a mirrored ceiling too, but it was instead painted baby pink from wall to wall.

Afterwards, she had a shower in the huge ensuite bathroom, which also had a Jacuzzi. Not surprisingly to her by this time, the bathroom was mirror-tiled on every wall, but the floor was tiled with black slate. The shower had no curtain or door that could be closed, and seemed large enough for two or three people at the same time. Vanessa planned to buy a shower curtain when she had the chance.

Then exhausted by the long trip, and the day of moving house, Vanessa went to sleep in the big bed….
 
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It was a pity that their neighbour Christy had moved out, just when he was baginning to consider doing to her what he did to his daughter. But as luck would have it, he was familiar with the woman who moved in. He had invested heavily in some medical research some years ago, and she was one of the doctors on the project. But she had quit.... after trying to fix the damage from a mysterious and very successful computer intrusion.

He believed her to be a feminist, if not an active, protesting feminist, and something in his gut told him that she had something to do with the attack that destroyed all samples, and files, for what she was working on. Either that, or she had simply not really tried to get it all back in the time afterwards.

He knew what the house was like from having been over there during the stay of previous neighbours. The owners were a rather eccentric lot, and he had never met them, but they always chose nice tenants. That's usually a plus in his mind, but right now he wasn't looking for nice, he was looking for naughty.

And... if only there were some samples of Dr Cameron's research left, he could find a great many uses for it.

So, that left one option, abduct Dr. Cameron and see if what he suspects to be true, or to simply give her much more motivation to complete her work. And this time, he really would be an abductor. He grinned at the thought. But he wouldn't do the same thing he did with his daughter, no... that would probably not work with Dr Cameron. He had something else in mind.

((Shall we insert a generic abduction scene here and put her in the same place Christy was in?))
 
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