Chapter 6: Brent
Brent ate his meal alone, his eyes casually on his phone with headphones in. To any onlooker he would look like a solo diner, perhaps in town on business, watching a video or checking email on his phone. Should someone take a closer look, however, they would see that the image on the screen was of his daughter in the restaurant bathroom choking on a cock.
The angle of the camera gave him a perfect view of her naked breasts, already starting to drip drool. He could see her skilled little mouth bobbing on a pretty decent sized cock, her breasts bouncing with her effort. It was the sound, though, that made his cock ache. Ellie slurped and gagged and spit and choked on the cock like her life depended on it. In some ways, Brent supposed, it did- her life of Service, anyway. He closed his eyes and absorbed the sounds, knowing that his daughter’s lips would be wrapped around his cock soon.
He wished he could see the tears that he knew were ruining her makeup, forcing themselves out every time she forced the cock down her throat. The boy seemed stunned, his hands limp on her head- she was fucking her own face.
“Ellie, I’m gonna cum,” the boy groaned.
Ellie popped her mouth off his cock, looking up at him. “Fuck my face hard, and cum all over me,” she said breathlessly.
Brent could see his hands grab her hair, and his hips begin to thrust. Pitifully, Brent thought.
“Harder, Evan. Down my throat- take all that you want from me. Use me, please Evan, please make it hurt,” Ellie begged with her mouth full. She choked on the last words as the boy finally did as she asked.
The last few minutes were violent, his daughter’s breasts dripping thick white drool as the boy used her face as a cock sleeve. Brent could see the last of Ellie’s resolve leave her as she relaxed into the assault. Her limbs went noticeably slack, and while she continued to gag on the boy’s cock, she immediately surrendered to the next thrust. He grabbed her by the hair and spun her around, trapping her head between his cock and the wall. He was merciless, ignoring her garbled chokes as he took more and more. Brent’s cock was rock hard under the table as the boy exploded onto Ellie’s face.
Seconds later the phone call ended, and a couple of moments after that the bathroom door opened. Brent watched a sheepish (and perhaps a little dazed) Evan walk across the restaurant, taking a seat at the bar and putting his head in his hands.
Chapter 7: Ellie
Ellie braced herself against the bathroom sink as she sought the courage to look at herself in the mirror. Evan had awkwardly offered to clean her up (because of course he had), but she had coldly told him to leave. He had refused until he made sure she was okay, so she took a deep breath, looked up at him through cum-soaked lashes, and put on her best smile. “I’m fine, Evan- that was great- it was exactly what I needed. Now leave so I can get back to my dinner,” she said with as much cheer as she could muster.
“Okay, if you’re sure,” he had said. “Ellie? I uh, I hope…I hope we’re…I hope you’re okay. I’ll see you in class tomorrow,” he said warmly. Ellie couldn’t meet his concerned gaze, so she just nodded and willed him to leave.
Now it was her own gaze that she couldn’t meet. What had she just done? She took a few deep breaths to settle the panic that threatened to break her. She had taken completely unfair advantage of a really nice guy, and for what? To please her dad? To convince him to let her continue to train as his sex slave? To earn his praise, to apologize for her deceit? When Ellie finally did look at herself in the mirror, she didn’t recognize her reflection.
The woman staring back at her was a complete mess. Her black mascara ran down her cheeks, mixing with generous white gobs of cum. The sheen of her own drool covered her face, neck, and breasts, while another stream of cum threatened her eyes. Her lipstick was smeared around her mouth, and her ponytail had been ruined by Evan’s savage grip.
She looked beautiful.
Ellie smiled in spite of herself, and slid her white tank top back over her head. The thin material was quickly soaked with her spit, and became slightly transparent in a few places, including over her nipples. She tried to care about it, but she felt as if she were hovering just above herself. She’d had the same feeling after her dad edged her, or especially after he hurt her.
When Evan took control and started fucking her face, she got scared. She couldn’t catch her breath, he was hurting her as he pulled her hair and hit her head against the wall. She resisted, gagging on him and trying to get some air. Eventually, though, she felt her body relax. Her mind fell quiet, her focus solely on taking her next breath. She felt Evan’s cock down her throat, and could even feel herself gag- but she was detached from it all. She was floating.
Ellie floated out of the bathroom, into the booth beside her father. He uttered his familiar command, “Look at me, Ellie,” and lifted her chin. She did as he asked, barely registering the satisfied smile on his lips. He gently ran his finger through the cum on her face, smearing it around before bringing it to her mouth in small pools. “Open,” he said simply, “you didn’t finish your dinner.” She obediently opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, letting her dad feed her all of the cum on her face.
She made eye contact with Evan on their way out of the restaurant a few minutes later, and knew that he had seen her dad feed her the cum on her face. Somewhere on the edges of her consciousness she also knew that she could never go back to school.
Down the Rabbit Hole 