Chapter 5: Brent
He could’ve used wands or dildos, but Brent was enjoying getting to know his daughter’s body with his hands first. Plus, the next thing that would be inserted into her tight hole would be his cock- he would not even put a finger inside her until she begged to be penetrated. After that he was eager to put any number of things inside his daughter.
He gently stroked Ellie’s clit as she read to him, her voice shaking as he applied pressure in different areas. He found that she was able to keep a steadier cadence when he rubbed just above or below her button. If he rubbed hard she grew frantic, and if he exposed her clit and swiped his finger across it she would completely lose her spot in her essay. When she faltered or got lost, he patiently asked her to start back at the beginning. Her frustration grew, but she made fewer mistakes. Her determination was one of the many qualities that made her worthy of his investment. She had even paused to make a few edits, which made him smile- so conscientious.
He was starting to test her ability to control her orgasm, learning her tells for when she is close- like when she points her toes or bites her bottom lip. He brought her there over and over, pushing her a little further each time before backing off. He was impressed at her control, and suspected that she had practiced this before he had ever touched her.
She was on the third read through of her essay, her body writhing at his every touch. He was eager to use his mouth on her, but she wasn’t ready for that escalation yet. He could feel potent shame and humiliation each night when he started rubbing her, and was pleased as it finally started to ebb when her desperation increased.
He could see that her clit was swollen and sore, and almost pitied her. He could of course tell her that she could cum if she asked him to fuck her, but that wouldn’t teach her anything. She needed to want to Serve, and he knew that over time her own desperation would be what got her there.
He could feel her dissociating into her essay, her reading becoming more monotone as she detached from the moment. He took the pages from her hands and put them aside; it was time to challenge her.
“Look at me, Ellie.”
Chapter 6: Ellie
Ellie froze at her dad’s command. She had finally found a groove in reading her paper where she was able to quiet the violent shame in her mind, and he had just jarred her back into her reality.
“I will not ask you again,” he threatened.
Ellie reluctantly met her dad’s eyes. She was suddenly acutely aware of his hard cock against her ass, the impossible wetness around his fingers between her legs, and the throbbing in her clit. “Daddy,” she said- a plea for mercy, if not release.
“Does it feel good when Daddy rubs you, Ellie?” he asked, his fingers resuming their slow, soft circles around her aching bundle of nerves.
Ellie wrestled with her mind as well as her body. How was she supposed to answer that? It could never feel good for her dad to touch her like this- it was so wrong, and completely humiliating. As she looked into his eyes, even darker than usual with his arousal, she hated herself. How had she said yes to this, knowing how immoral it was? She was desperate to get away from him, out of his reach- but something anchored her in his lap. Why was her body responding to him with such fervent need?
He increased pressure and speed, building an orgasm within her that threatened to rip her apart. Ellie’s mind was a prisoner of her body, and her body was desperate for release- even if it were to be provided by her dad. Ellie closed her eyes to quiet the cacophony of sounds and sensations in her body, willing herself to find control.
Her dad stopped.
She cried out, a guttural sound that came from her depths. Ellie felt shock, relief…disappointment. Betrayal? She was so close to the release that she had been chasing for three months, and he had taken it away- again. She looked up at him, hopelessness creeping into her awareness. “Daddy, please,” she said with a resigned breath.
“Look at me,” he ordered sternly. “Hold my gaze and I continue, but look away and it stops. You know the rules, Ellie.”
Ellie groaned in frustration at her misstep, but then whimpered in relief as she felt her dad’s touch on her swollen clit.
“There, that’s better isn’t it?” her dad soothed as he flattened his fingers to cover more area. Ellie’s wetness was noisy, her need taking over as she moaned. She held his gaze, silently pleading for her release. As she felt her orgasm within reach, she begged aloud.
“Daddy, please- please it hurts. I need it Daddy, I need to cum- please, I’ve been so good, I’ll be so good…please Daddy, I can’t…” Ellie breathed, panic driving any humiliation or shame completely from her mind. She needed this orgasm, and she needed her dad to give it to her.
“I know, baby, I know you need it. You’ve been such a good girl, taking it. This little clit is exhausted, I know,” he soothed as his relentless fingers pushed her all the way to the edge.
When the alarm on his phone went off and signalled the end of their time, her dad immediately removed his hand from between her soaked thighs. Ellie whimpered, and then screamed.
Chapter 7: Brent
His daughter’s scream was a sound he had never heard her make; desperation, frustration, panic, and fear tore through her voice like shards of glass. He held her firmly as she writhed, undoubtedly trying to get away from her tormentor.
Brent wrapped his arms around her, speaking to her gently. “I know, it’s okay. It’s over, Ellie, you’re okay. Shhh, I know, I’m here,” he whispered, kissing her forehead and holding her close. He felt the fight within her tire and finally surrender as she started to sob into his chest.
“You did so well, Ellie. Your control is amazing; I am so proud of you,” he said, gently stroking her hair. “You’re almost there, Ellie, you’re so close. You just have to want it.”
“I..I did want it, Daddy. I n..need it,” Ellie sobbed. She was shaking violently as her body fought to find steady ground. He had no doubt that her clit was in pain, and that her mind was in shambles. She was exactly where he wanted her to be; she had asked for it. Of course, he could’ve given it to her then, but another round and some well-timed coaching would solidify her need.
Brent knew he was going to have sex with his daughter within the week, and that was enough for tonight.
He soothed her until she stopped crying, reveling in how she turned to her tormentor for comfort. Her sobs become whimpers, and then silence, but she still clung to him. Her training was going perfectly. There was one more piece that he needed to action to keep her on track- and she wasn’t going to like it.
“We need to get you cleaned up, and then into bed,” he said gently, as he cradled her in his arms and stood. He carried her to the shower, sitting her on the side of the tub while the water got hot. He then got in with her, leaning her into him and stroking her hair as she worked on finding her footing.
He washed her hair, massaging her scalp as she stood in the steamy water. Ellie wore a remote expression, lost in her own silence. “You need to pee, Ellie,” he reminded her. The almost immediate warm stream from her was a testament to her surrender, as it would typically take her at least a few minutes to overcome the humiliation of such an act.
Brent soaped her body, working the lather down between her legs. Her eyes darted like a caged animal, but her exhausted body had already surrendered. “You’re okay, I’ll be gentle- we just need to clean you up,” Brent reassured her.
He gently parted her lips and lightly danced his fingers through her slit and over her tortured clit. He lathered the soap between her legs, washing her need from her thighs. He finally towelled her off, repeating his dutifully soft approach. She stood still as he replaced her chastity belt before carrying her into the master bedroom.
He sat her on the side of his bed and rubbed her back as he delivered a final blow: “You’ve been such a good girl today, and I am so proud of you. You have really progressed in your training, and you are so worthy, Ellie. You have no corrections today- not a single one. All we need to do is some maintenance, and then you can rest, okay?”
Her body tensed, as expected- it was not okay.
She pulled away from him, hurt in her eyes. “Please, Daddy, please don’t. I’ve had enough today, I can’t take any more. You said I’ve been good, and I didn’t do anything wrong- please, Daddy don’t.”
Her voice cracked on the last word, threatening another wave of tears. “I know, you have been so good- but maintenance is part of your training. If I made an exception, I would be doing you a disservice. You have to learn to absorb what you’re given when you’re given it, not when you want it. You need this, Ellie,” he said gently.
He saw her reluctance turn to exhausted resignation with a slump of her shoulders, and took advantage of her pliability. “Just maintenance, Ellie- it will be over soon,” he cooed as he pressed her back into the mattress. He gently rolled her over onto her stomach, gingerly spread her legs and helped her plant her feet on the floor.
Brent squared his shoulders and lowered his voice, distancing himself from his caregiver role. “Why am I hurting you, Ellie?” he asked calmly.
“To remind me of my place, an…and because you can, because I’m yours,” she answered softly.
Brent heard her swallow a sob as he undid his belt, but she didn’t move. Her exhaustion blended with surrender as she absorbed ten blows across her tender ass without so much as a moan. Her flesh angered with every strap; he didn’t hold back and could see her floating further and further away as he proceeded. She was a vision of submission and serenity, and she was so close to being all his.
Chapter 8: Ellie
When her dad was done hurting her, there wasn’t much of Ellie left. She felt no shame, no humiliation- she felt nothing at all. It was almost as if she were floating, watching this happen to someone else. She still felt each blow her dad’s belt delivered, but her body refused to react, and her mind simply couldn’t.
When he finished with her, he helped her stand and, as he did every night, asked her where she’d like to sleep. Option one was to sleep in his bed with him, however for the past three months she had obstinately chosen option two: a dog bed at the foot of the bed with a small blanket and no pillow.
When her thoughts were able to roam free and she had a full day’s worth of training to look back on, it was hard for Ellie to separate her shame from her learning. Sleeping naked in bed with her dad and waking up next to him would be yet another concession of her morality.
She mustered what little strength she had left and curled up on the dog bed. Her dad said nothing before climbing into his own bed and turning off the light.
As she laid in the dark, she began to float back down to earth. She could feel the sting of her dad’s belt on her ass, and knew that she would wake up to welts. He had hit her harder than he ever had. She didn’t understand how he could be so gentle, and then so cold and cruel. She hadn’t even needed a correction, yet he had still hurt her. He had taken such good care of her when she cried, but then also had been the reason for the tears.
Ellie felt vulnerable and confused, her mind spiralling with foreign feelings. The shame was still there, but she also felt alone, unsteady, and…proud. She had taken every single thing that her dad had doled out, and had not needed a single correction. She beamed in spite of herself, her satisfaction and pride becoming new threads amid her knotted feelings.
She tried to get comfortable on her poor excuse for a bed, her abused body screaming in protest. She was exhausted in mind and body, her previous floating feeling translating now to one of emptiness. Tears threatened again, and Ellie thought of her dad and how good his arms had felt around her as she cried. Flashes of his torment tore through her consciousness, each belt lash and edging of the past few months serving as stark memories of her fear and shame.
Still somehow she was crawling naked into her dad’s bed, on the verge of tears.
“It’s okay, Ellie, Daddy’s here. Let it out,” he whispered softly- and she did. He wrapped his arms around her, cradling her back to his chest. She was crying too hard to notice her dad’s hard cock snug against her raw ass.
Down the Rabbit Hole 