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Sexual Assault 4: Sadistically Enforcing My Two Daughters’ Sex Slavery on the Run from Cops

I watched my two daughters fingering each other in the living room. Thirteen people from my and my wife’s families were here on the floor, couch, and chairs, paralyzed from my pills. Fortunately they could see what was happening in front of them.

Suddenly, they began to move – I saw their fingers twitch. “Shit,” I said to myself. Without thinking, I said, “Michelle and Freya, go get in the truck, right now.”

Both girls stood and then rushed outside. I was happy the two girls came under my control so easily, but part of me wondered if they were just playing me. Grabbing a beer and a pack of smokes, I rushed out to my old truck. The thing was on its last legs, but there was no other option. My fucking ex-wife took the car.

I heaved the door open and jumped inside. Throwing it into first gear, I took off with both girls right there beside me. Even though my wife took everything else, I got my daughters at least. I glanced at Michelle and saw she had put on an oversized red teeshirt – it looked like one of mine.

Michelle must have seen my stare because she spoke up, “I found a couple shirts on the floor, and we put them on. I hope that is alright.” She looked down.

“It’s fine,” I replied, noticing Freya had an oily, ripped grey shirt from when I worked on the vehicles. “Why have you stopped?”

“Stopped what?” Michelle replied, clueless.

I looked over at Michelle directly in the eye. “Why have you stopped fucking your sister? Freya, you too. Get to work.” My commanding voice made my two daughters start to move their hands between each other’s legs. While driving the truck down the road, I saw them really going at it. Michelle had Freya fingered and began to pick up pace, massaging her clit.

Out of nowhere, I heard a siren. Fuck. I saw the lights in the mirror, so I pulled over and quietly spoke, “you two better be good, or else.”

Freya and Michelle nodded in unison.

However, just as the cop walked up to the truck door, both girls screamed. They were fucking loud, and it pierced my damn ears. “Shut the fuck up! Jesus!” I looked at the cop and saw him laughing.

“What the hell is going on in here?” The tall black man said, “Looks like a dad with two bad daughters.”

I nodded, “They are out of control. We just got back from the candy store and they are overloaded with sugar.”

“Well, your back light is out,” the cop replied. “I’m not going to bother you further. I’m going to need your license and registration though. We’ve had a call in about a man with two young women in their late teens being missing.”