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Sexual Assault: Raping, Enslaving, and Forcing my Teen Daughter to be my Cumslut Part 1

“Fuck you!”

I watched my ex-wife’s car pull from the driveway, the U-Haul packed with our most expensive items.

“Dad?”

I turned around, still in a daze of being served divorce papers and having my ex take me for everything I had. Taking a deep breath, I tried to stay calm. At least I had the property and house. “Yeah?” I watched Michelle haul a box to the living room, swaying her beautiful, sexy little body with every exertion.

“I’m moving out tomorrow morning,” Michelle said, putting her hands on her hips.

“Wait,” I replied, my heart beating through my chest.

“Just leave me alone,” she muttered as she returned to her bedroom, slamming the door in her wake.

I sat on the couch and thought about my daughter. She had her natural red hair down to near her ass, not that I looked. Her butt, however, was perfect. She had a full bubble butt that I would die to touch. Feeling my cock slide up my chest under my pants, I wondered if Michelle would leave the bedroom if I rubbed one out quickly.

Then, mid-thought of my fiery young woman spreading her pussy and lowering herself onto me… well, it had me wondering. What if I were to try to fuck my daughter before the night ends?

I tugged on my cock, thinking about the idea. Everything from the rope in the basement to the handcuffs in the attic- I thought about everything. Rock-hard, I nearly came at the image of Michelle’s naked breasts. I had always wanted to see them in full view; the only times I saw her was in passing when she forgot her towel in her bedroom.

Listening to the sound of my daughter snoring somewhat loudly, I considered the idea of actually tying her to the bed then… Standing to my feet, I knew what I had to do. With a smirk, I went to the basement…

“Dad! What are you doing?” Michelle screamed as I managed to tie off her first hand. I quickly darted to the other side and pulled her other hand into position. One by one, I grabbed her legs and roped them to the base of the bed. She still screamed, at least until I had her gagged adequately with a pair of panties from on the floor and my belt in place around her head. I could smell the liquor on my breath, and I loved the feeling it gave me.

I stepped away and observed my work: beautiful. One problem – Michelle had her nightgown still on. I jumped on my daughter like a wild animal, tearing away her gown and pink panties. Seeing the fear in her eyes had me grinning and my cock fully erect.