Sexual Assault 3: Forcing my Slave Daughters to Squirt on my Drugged Family
Walking around the living room, I nudged each person with my foot. Good- everyone is still asleep. Glancing behind, I saw Michelle on the floor on her stomach. Milky white cum dripped from her cunt, and I loved it.
Every single one of the people in the room was still heavily drugged and paralyzed. Seeing Freya looking at her sister while she spoke, I wondered if she would become my next sex slave or if I’d have to teach her a lesson first.
Freya pulled against her restraints, struggling to free herself. I could tell she did not want to be in this situation any longer and wanted to escape. “Calm yourself,” I told her despite my knowing she wouldn’t stop. “If you keep being a crazy daughter, you are going to get yourself disciplined.
Michelle shook her head, “You don’t want that sis- please listen to Daddy!”
I reached for Freya’s gag and pulled it free. Immediately I regretted the decision.
Freya released an ear-piercing scream, “Help!”
Glancing to Michelle, I shook my head and put the gag back on Freya. “Remember, you chose this decision,” I told her as I picked up the leather whip. “Michelle, would you please spread your sister’s legs?”
I chuckled to myself, knowing what was about to happen. The hatred in my daughter’s eyes was about to change. As Michelle held her sister’s legs open, she watched in horror.
With a heavy blow, I smacked Freya’s cunt with the whip. Just like I watched her in slow motion, the black leather hit her vagina, spreading it open and hitting her clitoris. Her body spasmed involuntarily for a few moments, her tongue hanging from her mouth. “See?” I spoke into her ear in a hushed tone, “If you are a good girl and be my little sex slave, I won’t have to do this to you.”
I watched as Freya struggled against the rope. The look in my wife’s eyes was of disgust. Part of me enjoyed Mary seeing what was happening to her daughters. “Michelle,” I said gently. “Would you please lash your sister’s cunt?”
Seeing Michelle take the whip, I wondered if she would follow through. She didn’t have a single sadistic cell in her body. “Do it, do it now!”
The leather came down on Freya’s cunt with a loud smack. I saw a milky white substance foaming around her entrance. Was she getting off on this shit? “Do it again,” I said with an urgency in my voice. Again the whip came down on Freya’s swelling clit. More juices flowed from her vagina, and at that moment, I was sure my daughter was a kinky freak.