This is one of my old stories that was deleted along with my first Church of Incest blogs. It’s fucked up. Enjoy =)
This is a story. Don’t do this. Trigger warning and all that. Abduction, Incest, violence, and psychological manipulation.
Emily slammed her car door as she stepped into the November rain in
front of her house, cursing quietly. Her brother, Rob, had stolen her
spot in the garage. What a dick! And he left the garage door wide
open. What. A. Goober.
It was a nice house. Her father had retired early thanks to some savvy
real estate investments right after the big crash, so her dad had
decided to indulge himself. A big house, huge yard, lots of privacy
thanks to a long driveway with old trees and large bushes, a basement,
and all the amenities. They even had a heated pool!
It never really grew on her though. They had lived here three years
now, but she missed the old, smaller home. Three bedrooms, one for her
parents, one for her brother, and one for her and both her sisters. It
was cramped, and she had nothing good to say about it when it was her
life, but it seemed like the family had drifted apart in the huge
spaces and privacy offered by this new home.
It just wasn’t… homey. Her mother had died shortly after they moved
in, and when she thought of her family it was in the old house. What
they had now just wasn’t what it used to be.
Emily hurried into the garage and closed the door. She kicked off her
boots, and stepped into the house. She really needed to get her
college applications sent out. She still wasn’t sure what she really
wanted. Her older sister Rachel had been gone at some fancy school in
Europe for over a year now. They hadn’t been close, but she hadn’t
called even once the whole time, and it did hurt her feelings a bit.
She didn’t want to do that to Robbie or her little sister, Susan.
Her father instantly looked up at her through the door of his office.
“Emily, you’re home an hour late. It’s nine o'clock. You know the
house rules! What were you doing that was so important?”
She didn’t know why he even had an office anymore. Some retirement
that must be. She rolled her eyes inwardly, but put on her best smile.
“Sorry Daddy, it won’t happen again!”
That’s what she said every time, and her father’s expression told her
that this time it might have been a mistake. His eyes narrowed and he
quivered a little bit. He exhaled slowly.
“You know I don’t like that… But we’ll set you straight one of these
days Emily.”
The royal “we”. How preposterous. Emily said nothing and walked
upstairs to her room.
“There’s a lasagna in the fridge, eat something!”, he called after
her.
Emily ignored him. She was tired. Maybe it would be better in college.
She looked out the window down at the pool where her Susan was
swimming. She was 14 now, but it still surprised her how much she had
changed. Hell, she was taller than her now. She realized she was
staring and backed away. Maybe she was prettier too.
She felt a rumble in her gut and decided that dinner probably wasn’t
the worst idea. First things first though. She peeled off her pants
and shirt. Bras are the worst. With a sigh of relief she unsnapped the
offending garment and threw it on a chair, selecting one of the large
shirts she had appropriated from her twin (Robbie). Much better.
She opened the door and headed to the kitchen for the lasagna. Robbie
was sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal.
“Didn’t Dad say there was lasagna?”, she asked.
“Yeah, Dad said the last piece is special for you.”
She went to the refrigerator and searched for a bit. It was a mess.
She eventually found it on the bottom shelf.
When she turned around she found Robbie’s gaze flick guilty up to her
face, before turning back to his bowl.
Well, she thought, at least somebody thinks I’m pretty.
She took the lasagna to her room. It was tasty enough, but the heavy
cheese and pasta made her feel drowsy. Maybe the college research
could wait another day.
She flopped on the bed and passed out.
She reached blindly for her blankets, but her hand met something hard
and cold.
Confused, she opened her eyes to the complete darkness. What the
hell??
She felt around. Conrete. Everything was concrete. A jolt went through
her gut. She was naked! She tried to orient herself. What happened?
She had been in her bed at home.
She stood and started to slowly feel her way around. She bumped into
something else hard protruding from the floor. It was smooth.
She kept going until she found a door. She could feel a crack
underneath it, but there was no light. She tried the handle.
Feeling around the frame she found a light switch. She flipped it
experimentally, and was surprised to see a light turn on.
She recognized this place. It was a large bathroom in the basement.
She hadn’t been down here in years. The walls were stripped bare, down
to the concrete, but the toilet, shower, sink, and mirror were still
there.
She turned to the heavy door and beat on it.
“Daddy! Robbie! I’m stuck in here!”
How the hell had she gotten here and why was she naked? Emily had
never been this confused. Not even when she ate too many pot brownies
and thought she might be dead.
Her hands quickly got sore, and she stopped knocking. Eventually her
voice was hoarse as well. She started to cry.
Were the others alive? Did anyone know she was here? How long had she
been asleep?
She waited for hours, listening at the door for a sign of life.
Emily jumped up in fright.
What had looked like a metal plate at ground level next to the door,
had pushed in, revealing itself to be a drawer.
Emily rushed to the door and beat at it.
“LET ME OUT!! Who are you? Why am I in here?”
She turned to the drawer. There was some bread, cooked vegetables, and
similarly healthy stuff. Ew.
She was seriously hungry though. It must have been over 12 hours since
dinner, though she had no way of telling for sure.
She grabbed the plate and sat in the corner. She almost missed a
little note in the bottom.
“Exercise keeps you warm!”
She threw it on the floor. Whatever. She ate the food, threw the plate
back into the drawer, and pushed it back into the wall.
Apparently someone knew she was here, and someone was keeping her on
purpose. And they wanted her to live.
Emily’s gut clenched hard with worry. What had happened to the others?
Emily could tell the days by how cold it got at night. She quickly
learned to apply the advice on the note. If she didn’t do something at
least once every hour or so at night, she started to shiver violently.
She did sittups, push-ups, wall sits, jumping jacks, and everything
else she could think of to keep from going numb. Her fingers and toes
were always uncomfortably cold.
A week had gone by. She was incredibly sore from the constant exercise
and sleeping on the freezing concrete. Fortunately there was enough
food at least.
How long could this continue? She hadn’t seen another person, heard
any voices, or anything else the entire time.
Two weeks. Emily wondered if she might be going insane. Didn’t they
say people can go bonkers in solitary confinement? She felt… There
wasn’t a word for it. Lonely isn’t sufficient. She felt completely
abandoned and isolated.
She wept. Things could never be the same
again. She was having trouble even thinking about her situation. Nothing about it made sense. She felt like she was the only living human left in the universe.
She knew her mind would never be the same again.
Three weeks. Emily had stopped crying. She felt… numb. The extreme
dull ache of loneliness permeated her being. It was all she was.
She went through the motions of staying alive. But she wasn’t sure how
long she would keep doing that. Maybe she should just stop eating the
food.
Emily was thinking about it. There wasn’t anything to cut
herself with, but maybe she could break a plate?
The drawer in the wall opened up. She walked over and picked up the
plate.
There was a note. She registered surprise in herself. Buried under the
dense fog that had come to dominate her emotions.
Someone had written to her! Something was changing! She felt puzzled.
She walked over to the mirror. Her hair was greasy. She had managed to
get dirty somehow, though the place didn’t seem dirty.
She squinted at herself. She looked… ripped. She could see her own
abs. She felt a little bit obscene. Her nipples were painfully hard
all the time in this cold concrete prison and stood out at least half
an inch.
She went over to the shower and turned the water on. Freezing cold.
The next day there was another note. It said the same thing. Could
they see her in there? Emily wondered.
She wasn’t about to cover herself in ice water. She didn’t know if she
would even survive the night if she did that to herself. It was COLD!
Emily had stopped counting days, maybe it was three or four later?
Maybe she should just do it. She could die numb, sort of like she
already felt.
Emily had gained a profound clarity in her mind. She wasn’t sure if
she was insane, but it felt like her thoughts had simply separated
from the rest of her. From all of her feelings and physical
experience. She just sort of observed her body go through the motions
of eating, doing exercises, and sleeping. The emotional monotony,
where complete abandoned desolation simply dominated all else, almost
made it feel like she had no emotions at all.
She stepped into the shower and turned it on. She went numb almost
right away. She scrubbed and scrubbed until the water ran off of her
body clear, and her hair didn’t feel greasy anymore.
Emily felt nothing. She turned off the shower and looked. A towel.
They must be looking after all.
Emily toweled herself off, but she couldn’t even feel the touch on her skin.
It was strange. This was probably dangerous.
She got into a plank position and waited for her body to heat up. She
figured she was able to hold it for over 5 minutes at this point.
Two hours later, she was startled awake. She had dozed off. There were
footsteps outside the door.
Almost soundlessly, the door swung open.
Emily’s mouth hung open. A person. She wasn’t alone. And it was her
father.
He stepped forward and smacked her in the mouth.
Emily felt pure shock radiate through her body. She barely heard him
speak.
“I didn’t tell you to speak.”
She stared. He closed the door and left.
Emily quivered. What the fuck? Her body reacted. Her entire mind was
dominated by her isolation one second, and then he touched her. No, he HIT
her. But that part somehow seemed less important.
She still felt it burning on her face, radiating down her body, like a
candle in the complete, dark desolation of her emotional landscape.
She had been naked, and he had seen her, with her nipples erect and
everything. She hadn’t even tried to cover herself!
She felt her body heat up. She was getting wet. Why was she getting
wet? How could a little bit of physical stimulation do that?
Yet the strange feeling grew in her from the part of her skin where he
touched her, until that dark, desolate, alone, empty feeling seemed
overshadowed.
She basked in it. She felt a weak murmur of anger at herself, but it
seemed like the rest of her was just as dead as before. Was this the
new normal?
She fell asleep in that strange, irrationally derived warmth.
When she awoke the next day. Yesterday seemed far away again. She
felt…. dark.
She looked over to the drawer. It was on her side.
There was a new note with her food.
There was a razor, soap, and a towel.
If she did it, would he come back? Would he stay if she didn’t
disobey? Would he touch her again if she didn’t disobey?
The only thing she knew for sure was that she did not want to be alone
again.
She went to the shower with a purpose. The water was freezing, but she
shaved her armpits and her vulva. Maybe if she obeyed he would stay
longer.
Her rational voice wondered why she would want that. He had clearly
locked her in here. But the drive from that desolate, lonely, black hole in her psyche sucked those thoughts away and drove her on.
She got out of the shower and looked at herself. She hadn’t missed
anything.
Emily turned and froze. Her father was there again. She mustn’t
disobey again or he would leave again. She didn’t want that at all.
She wanted him to stay with her.
She wanted it in a way she had never wanted anything. It overrode
everything in her mind. She couldn’t be alone again.
He put the key in his pocket.
“It looks like you’re learning.”
He closed the door behind himself and stepped forward.
“Kneel and put your face on the ground.”
Emily hesitated, but quickly complied when he raised an eyebrow. She
can’t disobey. She can’t be alone again.
“Spread your legs and raise your ass up.”
She did. He slowly walked around her. She could feel him looking at
her. She could feel his PRESENCE. Like a warm fire in a cold night.
He was behind her, and he had paused. Was he looking at her pussy?
The pain was sharp and she felt the shock go through her body again.
Her father had smacked her pussy! She quivered.
He just stood there and watched. The shock and the pain transformed
almost instantly into heat. Just like last time, but much more
intense.
She felt a deep blush spread across her face and her chest.
She felt the weak, quiet murmurs of fear, anger, and disgust inside
her. Could she accept this? The lonely emptiness inside her sucked
those voices away. Yes she should if it meant that she could wrap
herself in the warmth offered here.
Her pussy flooded as the seconds ticked by. She had been touched! All
the wires were crossed for her at this point. Sexual, painful, gentle,
hard, it was all the same to her. A person had shown up and touched
her, and she was soaked.
Emily felt confused. Why was he calling her names?
“Only sluts get wet when their father hits them, Emily. Say it!”
Emily looked at him, her mouth working, but without sounds.
“Maybe a little more time will help you think about whether you prefer
to obey me or live this way forever.”
He walked out and slammed the door.
Emily felt horror seeping in. What had she done?! She had disobeyed
and now he was gone again!
The next day she had returned to her “old” self. Completely dead
inside. She felt alone.
Her body was a different story though. She could still feel her
father’s hand on her pussy. It still made her wet.
Maybe she could stay warm another way. She started rubbing herself.
She really was soaked. It only took a minute before she came.
It took three more days before she got the note to get ready again.
“Clean up and assume the position.”
Emily lit up and frantically prepared herself. She went to the door
and knelt down, raising her ass, and presenting her pussy to the door.
She waited a few minutes, wondering how long she would be expected to
wait, but decided that it didn’t matter. She would wait.
Fifteen minutes later, the door opened. She didn’t look back or move.
She didn’t want to disobey her father.
He stood there for what seemed like an eternity.
Her pussy flooded. Daddy is here.
She was surprised at herself. She hadn’t even thought about it before
saying it. It was a reflexive flinching away from the threat of that
dark, desolate, alone place in her mind, toward the warm light of her
daddy’s presence.
Her juices splashed on her thighs with the impact.
“Because I get wet when daddy hits me!”
Emily felt her entire body radiating with feeling. She had never felt
so turned on in her life.
She gushed. Her body convulsed and shuddered, and her vision went
black for a second. She managed to keep her position, however.
She must not disobey daddy.
“Do you know what kind of girls come when their father hits them?”
Emily blushed. He looked her in the face.
“I’m one of Daddy’s fuck toys.”
It felt right to say. He was right. She had come when he hit her. She
again felt the weak murmur of panic, fear, and disgust, but it was
sucked away again almost instantly. She needed to get away from the
darkness where she was alone. She needed to be with daddy!
Her father smiled at her.
She felt hot. He took her hand and pulled her to her feet and out of
the room.
Even now, she felt electricity shooting from where he was touching her hand, spreading heat through her body.
She blinked. They were in a bedroom. The space must have been a
basement apartment before they bought the house.
Her father stripped. She watched silently. Thinking no thoughts. Just
basking in the escape from the sucking blackness inside her. As long
as he was here, she was safe from it. She knew now that she would
never give him a reason to leave her alone again. She would be a good
girl.
Her father grabbed her and pushed her on her back in the bed. She stayed still. Daddy would like her to obey.
He climbed onto her and looked her in the eyes. She felt the touch of his body light up her entire body. She felt more alive than she ever had.
“I’m my daddy’s fuck toy!”
She felt his cock jump at her entrance. He pushed forward and entered her.
Emily was soaking wet, so it went in easily despite the size.
She felt cloaked in her father’s presence. The darkness could not find her here. She felt so… good.
She bucked her hips onto him. She wanted to touch more of him. She wrapped her legs around him and clung on, rutting onto him hard. She came almost immediately.
She clenched hard around his shaft, as her body shook. As her convulsions slowed she found her father looking down at her. He bent his head down to her face and quite gently kissed her on the lips. Almost fatherly.
“You’re a good fuck toy for Daddy.”
He thrust into her slowly.
“Daddy loves his little sluts”
He began to withdraw again slowly. He reached up and grasped her hair, pulling it under her, and arching her back. Her bent down and took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Emily shuddered. He slammed his cock forward again as she bucked into him.
They found a rhythm as her father took his pleasure in her. She felt herself building back up quickly, but it was like he knew it was coming, and slowed down. He looked down at her.
Emily looked up at her father. She felt his cock stretching her inside.
Emily felt deeply connected. Loved. Safe. She knew that as long as she stayed in this place with her daddy, the darkness couldn’t swallow her up. She would never disobey.
“I love being your fuck toy daddy!”
And she did, she realized. She complete accepted this.
The rutted furiously. He grabbed her upper arms hard and pushed her into the mattress as he rammed into her hard, and she simply spread her legs as wide as she could. She felt her juices gush out around his cock as she exploded again. He didn’t even let up. He kept going hard, as she convulsed again and again.
She wasn’t sure if he would ever stop when he finally bottomed out inside her and she felt him swell, and then hot seed blasting into her. She shuddered again.
She felt completely blanketed in her father’s smell and heat.
Suddenly she smelled something… sweet. And she felt the weight shift on the bed.
She turned her head and found smooth naked skin, a heavily pregnant belly… She looked up.
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