Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  “Wait!”

  My stepdad looked at me incredulously. “You got something to say?”

  “Could you… um… could you please call me your little princess when you fuck me?” I asked, and then squeezed my eyes shut, almost fearing the laughter.

  “Oh Taylor. The more you talk like that, the more it makes me want to put a baby in… my little princess.”

  I would have done so much more than just let him fuck me in that moment. I was putty wrapped around his cock.

  Ethan leaned forward, bending my legs towards my head and forcing my ass up off the mattress to present my pussy to him even more. I winced, then whimpered and then, as my pussy was pushed beyond what I’d had the strength to do with the dildo, I cried out and braced myself against the headboard.

  “Fuck, you’re even tighter than I hoped,” grunted Ethan.

  “I can’t take it, Daddy! Ow! Owowowowow!”

  I inhaled a breath through my teeth when I felt the tip of his cock at my hymen, then break through at the same time as my pussy lips slid over the ridge of his cock head. I let my breath out in a sigh, but Ethan was far from finished with me.

  With my ass raised as it was, I could see every single inch of hard dick as Ethan fed it into my tight teen pussy. I could hardly believe there was enough room inside me, I’d never felt so full before and still the cock kept on coming.

  Ethan’s heavy balls came to rest on my ass like a cushion for precious jewelry at the same moment that I felt the tip of his cock brush against my cervix. My mouth formed a big ‘O’ of surprise, it was like we were made for each other.

  “That feels so good, Princess,” said Ethan.

  “Am I a good fucktoy, Daddy?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  Ethan pulled back until he was almost completely out and then slammed his cock back into my depths, making me squeal as he continued to make me walk the fine line between pleasure and pain.

  “You sound so fucking sexy when you do that,” growled Ethan.

  My stepfather quickly worked up to a frantic pace until the room was filled with the cacophony of a virgin teen getting vigorously deflowered by a huge cock. Squeals, slapping, grunts, whimpers, panting, and a torrent of dirty talk as Ethan left me in no doubt about what a dirty little girl I was.

  Every time he drove his rock-hard length into my tight tunnel, my ass bounced off the bed and pushed back at him, making the impact between our bodies all the harder. My breasts wobbled in time with every thrust and Ethan seemed almost mesmerized by them, as if he was trying to make them bounce as hard and fast as he could.

  The fire between my legs spread out, the pleasure finally overwhelming the pain, and I knew that my first cock-powered orgasm was only moments away. My eyelids tried to squeeze themselves shut and I fought against the urge, wanting to keep my eyes fixed on Ethan while he gave me the most powerful climax of my life.

  Then, as it finally hit, my eyes rolled back in my head anyway, ending the battle for supremacy of my eyelids. I went with it, as a humming grew in my ears at the same frequency as the tingling sensation that first concentrated on my clit and then spread out to join the fire until I was burning with ecstasy all over my body, especially wherever Ethan touched my skin.

  For a few seconds, I was floating without gravity in a kaleidoscope of color, the only thing tying me to the real world being the sensation of ever-thrusting cock in my pussy. In the midst of my orgasm, I felt Ethan’s cock swell even further for a moment, and then a huge and hot blast of cum hit me right in the cervix.

  From a great distance I heard Ethan groan long and low as he pumped what seemed like a lifetime supply of creamy cum into me. His thrusts lost all of their rhythm, but none of their power, as my orgasm rose and fell, seemingly extended by each spurt of semen and the thrill of the risk that came with it.

  Eventually even this climax had to recede and, when my eyes started working normally again, Ethan let my legs slide off his shoulders but kept his still-hard length buried to the hilt inside me. Leaning down, he gave me our first kiss, one that stole my breath away when I was already having trouble catching it. When he finally released my lips, I panted for air and held him close, feeling his hot breath on my neck.

  “Let’s see how the cheerleader uniform fits,” said Ethan.

  “Now?”

  “We’re just getting started, Princess.”

  ###

  Navigation

  Back to the Categorized Table of Contents

  Back to the Chronological Table of Contents

  ###

  Connect with me online for More FREE Stories!

  Thank you for purchasing this ebook, I hope you enjoyed it. Please take the time to leave honest feedback in the form of a review, I very much care what my readers think and take it into consideration when planning new stories. If you’d like to drop by my website you can find me at www.scarlettskyes.com and sign up for my newsletter for a free and instant download of my exclusive-to-subscribers stories.

  ###

  I also run www.shamelessbookdeals.com and you can sign up there for over 20 more free stories and regular notifications of the best erotica at the best prices!

  Blank Slate 1

  Description

  I’m the man of her house, which makes Adelyn the one brat that should be completely untouchable... but I can't keep my hands off her. The machine we built together and tested on her has made her totally submissive to my every whim…

  Kinks/Sub-Genres

  Pseudo-Incest, Breeding, Dubious Consent, Mind-Control, Science Fiction, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Rough Sex, Virgin

  Navigation

  Back to the Categorized Table of Contents

  Back to the Chronological Table of Contents

  *****

  The door slammed behind me as I stared out the window and I jumped, startled out of a really weird daydream. I spun on my chair, away from my computer, and saw my step-daughter, Adelyn, there in her lab coat, on the verge of ranting about something.

  For other teenagers, as far as I heard from my friends, that might have been par for the course, but Adelyn was no ordinary girl and never had been. She was what you’d have to call a prodigy, and even though it was the weekend, we weren’t at home where she could throw a tantrum if she wanted to, this was a high-level research and development wing of the US government.

  Once again, as she caught my eye, I was struck by the miracle of the genetic lottery that was Dr. Adelyn Smith. If she ever decided that electro-neurophysiology, theoretical physics and being a major player in the technology of international espionage wasn’t interesting anymore, she had a bright career ahead of her as the supermodel that would make the rest of them look like trolls.

  Even her lab coat and those glasses couldn’t hide the perfection of her shape, be it the gentle curves of her petite body or the contours of her angelic face. It was harder for me to ignore, because unlike everybody else in the world, I had to use a lot less imagination.

  I’d seen her in our back yard wearing those glasses and a bikini solving Fermat’s Last Theorem for fun on the largest portable whiteboard we had, in between cooling off in the pool. I had to give myself a mental slap on the hand that day.

  Even more mind-bending was that time she came out of the bathroom after having a shower with a towel wrapped around herself, but it was probably the smallest towel we had. She had to hold it up with one hand, and it split like a sultry evening gown from her thigh to just under her armpit. It was a torturous expanse of skin to be flashed.

  Ever since her mother passed away a few years back it had been just the two of us at home and now that we worked together too, we were almost never apart. She was getting more beautiful every second I spent in her presence.

  Since she turned eighteen she made me think things that were truly shameful, but I couldn’t help it, I looked at her, at that womanly perfection, and it called out to the very core of my masculine needs. I ached for what I must never touch.

  It
was wrong to want her. Disrespectful to the memory of her mother and condemned by society. Wrong, wrong, wrong, but she set my mind on fire like nothing else. How could I ever look at another woman when the very next thing I would have to do is compare them to Adelyn and find them lacking in mind, body and soul?

  Her biological father was a real piece of work, he literally chased her and her mother, Becca, away. That’s how I met them in the first place, ten years ago getting rear-ended at the traffic lights.

  Becca was so distraught, so used to a man’s explosive temper, that my calm reaction to the accident won her over almost immediately. A few ‘meetings’ to ‘exchange insurance details’ turned into dates, love, marriage and a happy home.

  Adelyn, given her own room for the first time, with her genius given the proper stimulation for the first time, absolutely flourished. Her real father, obviously a fucking idiot intimidated by his daughter’s natural insight, tried to keep her down to make himself feel better. I didn’t.

  She devoured all the books I could provide for her, asked questions both within and beyond my field of expertise and I’d never forget the day, when she was barely into double digits, when I walked past her room to see her holding up a couple of models of organic molecules she’d made from the toy set I bought her, looking back and forth in confusion between them and several pages of equations she’d written down.

  It turned out that her confusion wasn’t because she didn’t understand the chemistry, the math or the physics. Oh no. What she’d done was independently create a superior catalyst for clean combustion of fossil fuels, making engines run more efficiently and with less environmental impact than ever before. That was the first of her many patents.

  So I kept myself in check these days, I threw myself into our work and into providing everything that a good father should. A safe home, support, love. I kept my feelings and my needs to myself. But it wasn’t easy, and looking at her now was already driving me to distraction.

  “Well, they’re shutting us down,” she said.

  “What?”

  “Yep. Not approved for human testing, we’re supposed to finish all the documentation before we get reassigned to a new project.”

  “You can’t be serious? This machine is going to change the world! It’s going to be the last word in interrogation, in counter-intelligence, don’t they-”

  “I told you you should have been there for the presentation,” she said.

  “That was today? Christ, I can’t believe… really? I’m sorry, Adelyn, I actually was going to come along, but time kind of slipped away on me here. It shouldn’t have made any difference. There’s nothing I know about this project that you don’t.”

  “Yeah, but they respect your opinion more.”

  “Dammit. OK, we’ve got to fight this. We’ll schedule a meeting with-”

  “I already took care of it, it’s scheduled for next week, but you know how these things go. Even if it’s not the right decision, once they’ve announced something and the wheels are turning, it’s almost impossible to stop the momentum. Heaven forbid they have to admit they were wrong.”

  I shook my head in frustration. “Tied up in red tape. OK, so we need to apply enough force in the opposite direction to halt that momentum. Let’s think about what we’ve got to work with. A perfect safety record since inception, demonstrable results with high encephalization quotient test subjects, quantifiable-”

  Adelyn cut me off with a sigh and a shake of her head. “There’s only one thing to do.”

  “What’s that?”

  “What every brilliant scientific team has done when faced with the resistance of the lesser minds in bureaucracy.”

  My eyes narrowed.

  “We have to run a human test and show them that the ENRF machine has the power to do everything we told them it could. It can dampen the electromagnetic fields of specific parts of the brain, leaving subjects totally docile and open to reprogramming. And it works on humans. We can painlessly interrogate foreign spies and send them home as double-agents. The safety of our country depends on us, Martin.”

  “Save the sales pitch for General Hoss.”

  “Hmmph. He said the results were open to interpretation, which is another way of saying that the equations it’s based on look like hieroglyphics to him. Why does the fate of our work, of international security, rest in the hands of those unqualified to judge its merit?”

  I threw up my hands in surrender. “You’re preaching to the choir, Adelyn, but we can’t just go out there, whistling a jaunty tune, and drag somebody in for an unsanctioned experiment in an untested-”

  “We’ve done plenty of-”

  “Untested on humans. What if something goes wrong? The science behind it is rock solid, but our engineers don’t have enough experience with these components to safely say that they’ve got building this technology down to a fine art. Even if everything works perfectly-”

  “It does work perfectly. I’ve inspected everything personally. Everything.”

  “They’re still not going to authorize a human test subject, and I don’t have one in my wallet. Do you?”

  Adelyn took a deep breath. “Me.”

  I stood to my feet and pointed at her just like I did that time I caught her in the front yard with a lit match in her hand, bare inches away from the fuse of a massive home-made rocket.

  “No! There’s absolutely no way we’re ever going to let the first human experiment be-”

  *****

  Adelyn shrugged off her lab coat, revealing a conservative and professional skirt and button up shirt underneath, and took off her glasses, setting them both down before passing through and closing the door behind her. As she sat on the chair inside the magnetic resonance chamber I saw her skirt ride up a little, showing off the most nicely-toned legs imaginable.

  She gave me the thumbs up, since I couldn’t hear her through the thick glass. I frowned back at her, but went through the motions of turning the ENRF machine on anyway.

  I wasn’t happy about this, at all, but she was right. We’d done everything we could to make our invention safe, and we couldn’t let them shut us down now, not when we were so close.

  A low whine could be heard as the machine powered up, getting louder and higher in pitch as it built up the energy it needed to blast my step-daughter with what was effectively an EMP for the brain. My finger hovered over the appropriate button as I watched the meters rise, waiting for the exact moment.

  Despite her previous confidence, Adelyn looked nervous in there. She knew the process better than anybody, but we had nobody who could actually tell us what it would feel like to have your mind temporarily shut down.

  The readings on the screen entered the green zone and I pushed the button. A deep boom, almost below the range of human hearing, sounded, then trailed off as the machine wound down.

  Through the glass, the anxious expression on Adelyn’s face was gone and she stared straight ahead, completely still. I waved to get her attention, tried to do the thumbs up again, but she wasn’t looking directly at me and so maybe couldn’t see.

  After a minute, the machine was silent and the red light above the chamber door went from red to green. I opened it and rushed through, approaching Adelyn cautiously.

  I waved my hand in front of her eyes, but they remained fixed on some point well beyond the wall of the chamber. She was utterly motionless except for the slow but steady breaths that made her chest rise and fall.

  First milestone passed, she was alive and appeared to be in an altered hypnagogic state.

  “Adelyn, can you hear me?” I spoke clearly and carefully.

  “Yes.”

  “Are you in any pain?”

  “No.”

  She spoke in an emotionless monotone, but clearly retained access to the parts of her brain responsible for language. Perfect, just like we designed it.

  “What is your name?”

  “Adelyn Stacey Wallis,” she said.

  She was born
Adelyn Stacey Smith, but unofficially took my name after her mother and I were married. This kind of implied that she really, deep down, considered herself to be my daughter in her very core. My guilt at all the dirty thoughts I’d been having about her resurfaced.

  I shook it off. Adelyn and I had agreed on a very short set of tests to conduct before returning her to her normal state.

  “Forget your name,” I said.

  “OK.”

  “What is your name?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Your name is Abraham Lincoln.”

  “OK.”

  “What is your name?”

  “Abraham Lincoln.”

  “Remember your real name.”

  “OK.”

  “What is your name?”

  “Adelyn Stacey Wallis.”

  “Good, good. Stand up.”

  Adelyn rose to her feet and I pulled her arm out to the side so it was level with her shoulder. The second part of our quick test was to demonstrate suggestibility. If Adelyn had been a superheroine, her weakness would most definitely be tickles.

  “You are not ticklish at all.”

  “OK.”

  I tickled her vigorously under the armpit, something I hadn’t done in years. Outside of this experiment, Adelyn would have been half-shrieking, half-laughing, crumpled up on the floor, begging for mercy, with tears streaming down her face. I was sure of it. Now though, she didn’t react at all.

  We were also going to use this planted suggestion as a demonstration of the lasting effects of the ENRF machine. If she remained un-ticklish when the rest of her higher-level functions had been switched on again, then that would be a clean sweep as far as our unauthorized experiment went.

  I returned her arm to her side. “Good. Sit down in the chair again.”

  Adelyn complied immediately and I took a single step towards the door, ready to bring her back, when I saw something that gave me pause. It shouldn’t have. If it was anybody but her sitting in that chair, it wouldn’t have. But it did.