“Oh, baby girl, that’s daddy’s little angel.”
“Your little angel?”
“Mhm. She helps daddy with his problems. Daddy has needs that he doesn’t have anyone to help him with anymore and now, she helps him. She likes daddy just as much as he likes her. But it’s very important that you keep this a secret and don’t go down to talk to her.”
“Doesn’t she get lonely down there all day?”
“Sure, but that just means she’s happier to see daddy.”
“Why shouldn’t I tell anyone?”
I remember my daddy’s face darkening.
“Because other people won’t understand. We’re not hurting anyone. We’re just having fun but other people won’t understand our games. Do you understand, baby girl?”
I nodded, even though I didn’t understand.
Exit the Angel
It was shortly after my eighteenth birthday that my daddy’s little angel left.
I don’t know exactly why. Maybe she ran away. Maybe she was tired of being used as a sex toy for years and years, though I suspect it was her idea and she always seemed to love it, based on the moans that would echo through the house every evening and every weekend when my daddy was home. I knew she was very pretty—I occasionally got glimpses of her when my daddy was coming up from the basement, and I saw her long, gorgeous blonde hair, her full red lips, her naked body bound in leather restraints or
So why run away? Maybe she just decided it was time to move on. I guess I could understand that. Maybe she wanted to be something more than my daddy’s little angel—maybe she wanted to be his regular girlfriend. And maybe he didn’t want that. He and my mom had been very much in love and I wouldn’t be surprised if he couldn’t move on—if all he wanted, all he could handle, was a sexual master-slave relationship. I don’t understand it still but one day, she was gone.
I saw it happen. I was doing homework in the living room. It was about a week after my eighteenth birthday and there were still balloons and decorations up from my part in the dining room. It had been sort of an ironic party—obviously, I’m not still a child, so I wasn’t all that into having lots of decorations, party hats, and balloons, but it was fun to pretend I was a little kid again, if only for an afternoon.
She came upstairs and I did a double take when I saw her. She was just as beautiful, just as sexy as the glimpses I had gotten of her would suggest. She was dressed nicely, with make-up on and everything. She looked me over.
“You must be Isabelle. You little brat, tell your your father we’re through. I’m going back to Kansas.”
I nodded again.
“Take care of yourself, and him,” she said by way of a goodbye as she stepped out the door and into the world for the first time in six years, never to be seen again.
My father took the news pretty well. I think he just didn’t want to talk about it when I told him, barely wanted to admit to having kept the girl in the basement for years and years, to having used her as his perverse toy for all this time.
The Dungeon
When he was at work, I crept down to the basement, for the first time in years. Needless to say, I was amazed at what I saw. It was a veritable cornucopia of bondage devices. There were leather shackles and bonds in different places on the wall; a table with more restraints, some sort of stylized chair that it looks like the girl was supposed to be bent over and tied up, and more. There was a large cage in the corner and even a machine with a giant dildo attached to it. This machine I approached, touching with my finger tips, my eyes wide. I pressed the switch on the side and to my amazement, the fake cock began to pulsate, jerk forward and back dozens of times a second like a jack hammer. I could tell what that was for and I couldn’t help but be excited at the idea.
There were tons and tons of sex toys, lubes, other lotions and things that I couldn’t identify. It was a palace of sexuality, and it had been underneath my nose this entire time.
I couldn’t help but imagine my daddy on top of his angel in all variety of positions here. How many hours of pleasure and ecstasy had they shared down here? The idea was… Exciting. She had had the privilege of sucking his big, strong cock for hours on end, of receiving his shaft in all of her holes, of satisfying his every need…
My daddy is a very handsome man, you see. He’s tall and broad, with a Superman chest and a strong jawline that makes him look like an old-school cowboy or football player. He’s very strong, of course—he used to coach high school wrestling for years before starting his own physical therapy business, and he would lift with the wrestlers, getting stronger and stronger over the years until he was a mountain of powerful muscle.
I guess… I guess, if I’m totally honest with myself, I’ve always been attracted to him. No, not even “I guess.” That’s the truth. The gospel truth. I’ve been attracted to him ever since I could remember. Most little girls say that they’ll marry their daddies but I seemed to really believe that I could and would, and I kept wanting to, if only a little bit, after I grew up.
I remember thinking about him when I masturbated for the first time and I thought about him during my first sexual encounter with a boy: while I sucked off my homecoming date in the back of his dad’s car, I imagined the awkward, pathetic cock in my mouth was actually my father’s dick. When the boy came in my mouth, I closed my eyes and to keep from gagging, I pretended it was my daddy’s cum I was swallowing.
And now, here we were. I was eighteen and my father’s live-in sex toy had just left…
Work
“Daddy, I want to be your little angel.”
We were sitting at the dinner table, enjoying a pretty simple, home-cooked meal of spaghetti and meatballs. My daddy coughed and looked up at me, an expression of confusion on his handsome face.
“Sorry, honey? What was that?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Not honey, daddy… Angel. I want to be your little angel.”
“I… I don’t think I know what you mean, sweetheart.”
My eyes darkened.
“Don’t play dumb, daddy,” I growled. “I know about her. You told me yourself. I went downstairs, I saw your little dungeon. She’s gone now. I don’t know if you’ve found a replacement yet but… Why bother when you have me?”
“Because you’re my daughter.”
“So?”
I stood up abruptly. My heart was beating fast and hard, and I was more nervous than I’d ever been in my life. I was wearing a fairly short, pink skirt and I flipped it up to show my daddy that I wasn’t wearing any panties. I had even gotten my dark pussy hair shaved into the shape of a heart.
“See, daddy, I’ve been getting ready all day…” I whispered before bending over. Pressed deep into my ass was a butt plug, one I had taken from the dungeon. It was the smallest one I could find but it was still about three inches long and very, very thick. It had hurt when I slid it in that morning, with the help of some of the lube I’d found, but after over eight hours of having it embedded deep inside of me, it felt totally natural.
“I wore this all day at school… With no panties. No one even knew. You can do whatever you want to me and no one will know, daddy. I can be your good little angel.”
“You little brat,” he whispered, not a single trace of emotion on his face. “That was daddy’s dungeon. Brats aren’t allowed in daddy’s dungeon…”
I watched my daddy’s face from over my shoulder. His expression portrayed no emotion, no hint as to whether or not he would take me up on his offer. Finally, he sighed and his expression softened.
“Clear the table,” he ordered. I didn’t know what was coming next but I did so obediently and quickly, even though my hands were trembling with excitement.
Once I had put our plates and dishes away, he bent me over the table. I gasped: my ass was suddenly on display for my daddy. He flipped up my skirt and grasped the base of the butt plug.
“Oh, daddy,” I whimpered as I felt it start to slide out.
“Y
ou’re a slut, you know that? You’re just a dumb little brat of a whore…” my daddy growled. “And I’m going to have a lot of work to do to turn you into my little angel.”
God, but those words turned me on. I didn’t even know that I wanted this as badly as I really did… but here I was, my pussy growing wet and starting to drip, my juices sliding down my legs. I felt so, so naughty… And I loved it.
“Oh, god, daddy, please, yes…” I moaned as the butt plug slid out of my ass. I groaned. It felt amazing, the sudden removal of the toy. I groaned as my ass shrunk, my hole contracting but not fully as the intrusion, to which I had become so used, disappeared.
My daddy spread my ass cheeks wide now, taking in my tight, pink puckered asshole and my wet, wet cunt. I whimpered at the thought of what was coming when I heard him unzip his pants.
“This is going to hurt, baby girl,” my daddy announced. I felt his cock press against my asshole. My eyes widened once again but I was ready.
Or, at least, I thought I was ready. Really, though, nothing could have prepared me for the sudden, forceful insertion of my father’s huge cock into my tight, virginal ass. I let out a scream and almost overturned the dining room table.
“Daddy!” I screamed, his cock embedded deep in my ass without any lube except for what I had put on the toy earlier that morning.
“This is how we start,” my daddy growled. “If you want to be my little angel, first, I have to break you down. I have to destroy you before I can build you up as my perfect little angel.”
I gasped, nodding as I felt his cock throb and twitch inside of me. I felt like he was ripping my ass apart. Even though it hurt, it was weirdly addictive, as if her were scratching an itch of mine that I’d been waiting to have scratched for years.
“Oh, god, daddy…” I moaned as he began to move inside of me, pulling out of my chafing asshole before slamming back into me. I threw my head back and groaned as I took his cock, inadvertently pushing my ass back towards him, my hole devouring his cock as he pumped me.
“That’s my good little angel,” my daddy murmured. “You take a cock in the ass even better than your predecessor did. And even better than hers did.”
I loved hearing that from my daddy but the last thing he said gave me pause.. Who was my predecessor at this? Clearly, the girl who had just left. And who was hers? Could it have been… My mom?
I didn’t have time to think about it, though. My daddy was busy pounding my ass, riding me hard and fast like a cowboy breaking a stallion. I cried, sobbed, and moaned, taking delight in the pleasure and pain, completely overwhelmed. I found myself gripping pathetically, uselessly at the table, crying and whining like a spoiled child.
“Please, daddy, it hurts…”
From Brat to Angel
“Please what, little angel?” my daddy said sweetly. My ears perked up when he said that.
“Please, fuck me harder. Fuck your little angel’s ass.”
“That’s a good girl,” he grunted, slamming my ass even harder, impossibly harder. “That’s a good little angel.”
And then, I felt his cock start to expand and throb inside my ass. My eyes widened one last time when I felt him start to swell and pump, his cock flooding my ass with his hot cum. I let out a long, low pathetic groan, squeezing my tits through my shirt as I accepted my daddy’s hot seed into my burning, tortured ass, my hole swallowing his cum like a parched desert wanderer at an oasis.
Finally, he pulled out of me. I felt my ass gaping without my daddy inside of me, cum dribbling out of my lewdly ripped and destroyed hole.
“That’s a good girl,” he growled. “You took your daddy’s cock like a little angel. I think you have potential. Are you sure you still want to do this, baby?”
I looked back at my daddy, tears still in my eyes. I nodded.
“That’s a good girl. Then finish your dinner and come down stairs.”
~
My ass hurt too much for me to sit down, so I had to stand while I finished my pasta. I gobbled it down as fast as I could, since I knew my daddy must have all sorts of fun waiting for his angel downstairs.
As soon as I was finished, I charged downstairs, only to run into my daddy’s arms.
“Oh! Daddy!” I cried out as he grabbed me, holding me tight. He wrapped a length of duct tape over my mouth. I murmured through the tape, shaking my head, suddenly scared.
My daddy didn’t say anything. He returned my whimpers with a cold stare as he forced me up against a wall and revealed a knife—a long, cruel looking thing, thin but deadly sharp. I’m sure he could see the fear in my eyes as he slipped the blade up under my tight little baby girl shirt. It slid through the fabric like it was nothing, leaving first my shirt and then my bra in tatters. He sloughed the rags off my body and then did the same to my skirt, cutting it away and leaving me totally naked.
Next, he took my hands and bound them to the wall, holding me still and keeping me totally immobile. He did the same with my legs, spreading them and cuffing them to the wall. The result was that I was stretched into a giant X, totally naked, my legs and tits totally exposed and my arms unable to protect my soft, hot flesh.
“That’s a good girl. Do you like your new toys?” my daddy cooed, a cruel smile on his face. I nodded obediently and then I realized what my daddy had in his hand: clips, which looked strangely like clothespins, and a great big dildo. First, he attached the clips to my nipples. I tried to gasp but I couldn’t, on account of the tape over my mouth. They hurt, bad. My nipples were already incredibly sensitive from my earlier encounter with my daddy and I was ready and waiting for more fun. But I hadn’t expected something so sharp and delightfully painful…
I whimpered through the tape, squeezing my eyes shut and savoring the incredible pleasure-pain as my daddy ran his hand down over my neatly trimmed pussy.
“We’re going to have to train this hole,” my daddy whispered. “Because now, I own it. Do you understand? I fucking own this pussy. I own your ass. I own you. You are mine. Do you understand?”
I nodded silently. What else could I do? He had made things pretty clear… I was his and I belonged to him completely. I was weirdly excited by this and I felt my pussy getting wetter and wetter as I thought about it.
He pressed the huge dildo into my pussy and I threw my head back, delighting in the feeling of being spread open by such a huge intrusion.
“This will train you for my cock, little angel,” my daddy growled. He clicked on the dildo and suddenly, it began to vibrate and turn, twisting inside of me. I tried to scream but the tape muffled my pleas. I shook and shuddered as the dildo writhed inside of me, buzzing against my sensitive clit and rubbing the equally sensitive inner walls of my cunt. My daddy held the vibrator firmly against my pussy until I began to cum, my pussy exploding all over the dildo in a rain of cum and musky smelling juices. It was the fastest I had ever cum and it was one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.
But instead of removing the dildo from my poor tortured pussy, he took more tape and fastened it to me. My cunt was already incredibly sensitive, painfully so, and now there was no getting away from the vibrations and writhing.
“Now, I’m going to go and get ready for bed and read,” my daddy announced. I’ll see you in the morning.
I was so drunk on pleasure that I didn’t even realize what he was suggesting. No, suggesting wasn’t the right word… What he was telling me would happen. I was to stay in this basement, the dungeon, even though it was little more than the cellar of my childhood home, all night… All night, I would be tortured by the vibrating dildo in my pussy, moaning into the tape, my body shaking and spasming with each subsequent orgasm.
I began to cry from the pleasure and pain as my daddy went upstairs and turned off the lights, plunging me into darkness. Time ceased to have all meaning for me. I moaned and screamed into the darkness for hours on end. My orgasms came hard and fast and I began to dread them because I knew that each time, the enormous pleasure would be repl
aced by profound pain and sensitive after the ecstatic release. Try as I might, I couldn’t keep myself from cumming. If I did, I would only cum harder and faster and my pussy would be more sensitive.
I stayed awake all night but I might as well have been asleep. I lost track of how many times I came. I tried to count at first but after ten, twenty orgasms… My mind was so far gone and my body was so tired that I couldn’t keep track of anything. It was hard to believe that I had existed anywhere else at any time—that there was a world beyond the pleasant vibrating in my loins, the painful aftermath of my orgasms, or the pinching squeezes on my sensitive, chafed nipples.
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