Sex Slave: Day 1
I looked around, my eyes wide with terror. The sound of each footstep on the hardwood floor above me made my naked body shake vehemently.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Jacob, my father, sang. I heard his voice through the old wood. “Come out my little sweetheart,” he continued. Taking deep breaths and trying to stay silent, I couldn’t help but feel the tears streaming down my face. The sound Bjorn, his mixed-husky, made sounded like a deep growl, followed by several loud sniffing sounds.
I put my hands together and prayed. I hoped he wouldn’t find me, but I knew there were only so many places in this tiny house I could hide. The sound of the dog’s nose came closer and closer. I felt my body’s nudity against the basement wall and shuddered in the chilly air. My nipples grew and hardened as I thought about what he might do to me now that I was eighteen.
His hand grabbed my hair. He turned me around and pulled me up, standing before him. I squeaked when I saw his cock growing to its full length before my eyes. I knew this meant punishment for my long-running attempts to avoid him.
He forced me onto my knees, making me grab his cock with both hands. “Suck it,” he pushed me down and groaned in my ear as I took him into my mouth using all my tricks. He had forced me to learn and apply this many times—for the tricks that were a natural reaction to his incestuous dominance over me. He kept pushing up and down, feeling my teenage face pressing against his sculpted abs, always pushing towards the base of his cock as he worked his thumb into my ass, completely opening it up for him. While one of my hands worked his cock with an expert rhythm and pace, the other one rested on the ground as support, his left hand pressed down on the back of my head to keep it in place.
Creating what would end up being a vacuum effect by using both hands as jets to suck and blow air onto him felt like the only thing keeping me from death at that moment. I thought about how if he wanted to abandon me there after abusing my body with his for hours, I would be alright with that right now instead of being caught in this horrible situation. My mouth opened wider and relied on sucking harder than through the years when he grabbed my shoulders and flipped me over onto the cold cement floor beneath us. It took every last bit of energy I had just to scream out a small breath when he started touching me—fingering me, spreading my legs open, and sliding a finger into me. The pain shot through me like a small electric shock. It must have felt good enough for him to keep going because shortly after, he hit my clit with his palm while pushing another finger inside me, then two more, in and out, and turned me over on all fours. Suddenly, the air in my lungs whooshed out of me. I couldn’t help but raise my head off the ground as he entered me. He grunted as he stretched my wet cunt out, causing immense pain. I started to whimper, and tears were pouring down my face before I even registered what he was doing – or trying to do – to me at this point.