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Mad Father, Whore Daughter	By : ThroneofSouls Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > General Views: 22182 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Bored one night. Watching a Mad Father run on Youtube. Tried my hand at writing a porno for every monster she Aya tripped over. Didn't get them all. Took some creative liberties. Aff.n editing may make this look weird.

Mad Father
Whore Daughter

"Uhn.... uhn... mmm... uhn.."

Soft, panting moans accompanied a slow, rhythmic squelching sound. In a darkened bedroom of a country manor hidden deep in the German wilderness, a Mad Father lovingly fucked up into his carefully-trained Whore Daughter.
At almost eleven years of age, Aya was more beautiful than the finest china doll. Long, silken black hair slid over his thighs, rich and lush. Perfectly pale skin, flushed delicately with pleasure, glistened in the lamplight. Eyes as crystalline blue as the depths of an unspoiled lake were closed in innocent wantonness as she clenched and wriggled around the hot cock shoving in and out of her.

She fit him better than a glove, perfectly tight and pulling him in without stretching to the point of damage. He'd been careful, so so careful not to spoil his beautiful, precious, beloved daughter. He'd begun training her even before her mother had passed, slipping into her room at night after her specially-perfumed pillow had put her deeply to sleep. Under the cover of night and with the gentlest of touches, he'd pulled her porcelain-like legs apart and dedicated hours at a time to stroking, rubbing, stretching and exciting her undeveloped pussy until her body learned to generate lubricant on a regular basis. Every night, she was wetter than the night before. He knew her mother thought she was getting ready to begin puberty early but he - as a father and scientist - knew better. He kept careful track of her hormones, wanting to capture her at the peak of her beauty - on the very cusp of adolescence, before the ways of womanhood began to degrade her. He wasn't prepared to wait for nature to dictate her sense of lust, however, hence his carefully-executed indoctrination.

He chuckled when he started to find her asleep with her teddy between her legs, the scent of her craving soaked into its fur. He placed it by her head so she'd smell herself as he slid a slender probe between her pussy-lips, pushing deeper than his fingers could go and gently encouraging her warm cock-sheathe to expand. When he finally took her, it would be without pain, only a sense of rightness. Of emptiness and incompleteness being sated only by her father's dick filling her up, over and over in every way.

Next was a spray he applied through her cutely open mouth, deadening her gag reflex and training her to breath around his cock as he moved on from training her pussy to training her hole. She was such a clever little thing and it wasn't long before her body learned to breath only when he let her, cock sliding out of her throat and spray reduced until she accepted every inch of him without struggle.

Her mother dying was a sign. As she passed from life to death, so Aya was ready to pass from sleep to waking. Tonight was the night of her mother's funeral and oh, she had been so sweetly understand when he'd sat her down and explained that with her mother gone, she needed to take care of him now. She'd just nodded her precious little head, eyes still wet with missing her mother, as she explained that 'Mom' had told her that too. That she loved him. That she'd take care of him however she could.

He'd kissed her then, for the first time. She hadn't even flinched, obviously unsure of herself but willing all the same. He tasted her purity, her innocence, and hadn't been able to wait another second.

He slid her shoes off like the child she was, gently, her stockinged feet not even reaching the floor from where she sat on his bed. Next came the pinafore with its adorably large bow, then her black mourning dress with its tiny silver buttons. Last but not least, her under-slip and delicate pantaloons - pantaloons she would never wear again, he resolved, visions of taking her at any time or place rushing through his head.

Naked but for her white stockinged legs and dainty hair-ribbon, she blushed. Shining hair, darker than night, contrasted against her snowy skin. She was a goddess far greater than Aphrodite herself. She was perfect.

She was his.

Unable to wait, he shucked only his shoes and pants before pulling her legs apart and sliding deeply into her hot, slick cunt. She gasped and fell back, eyes wide at the instantly-perfect dicking and he almost came right then and there at the sight of her. He forced himself to still.

"How does it feel, Aya?"

"Oh... oh Father... I... It feels.. oh..."

He pushed in, rocked back, pushed in again. She squealed in uncontrolled pleasure and lifted her tiny hips up to meet his cock, hungry for more as he gave it to her, slow and steady.

"...f-full, Father. It feels so... uhhn... so wonderfully full. It's... so thick, and, h-hot.. Ohhhhhh... sso, so thick... so.. good... uhn... uhn..... Father!"

"Yes, Aya." He praised. "Now, be a good girl and take me in. Take your father's cock."
He let go all control, hands clenching in her milky legs as he drove himself harder and faster. Aya's squeals increased in pitch and frequency, head tossing back and forth as she mewled and whined in uncomprehending sensory overload. Her entire world, every thought, was narrowed down to the hot length of cock splitting her open and ramming her full.

"Uhn! Uh! Unn! Uhn! Oh! F-father! Yes, please, I-! Ohhh!" The tiny, ten-year old girl abruptly came around his dick, squeezing him with fluttering convulsions. He didn't let up his pace but forced himself onto the bed, pushing her along before him mostly by his dick alone. Once fully seated, he knelt back and scooped her up to drape over him.
"You promised to take care of me, Aya." he growled into her ear. "Now look! You have come before me. Your mother would be very disappointed."

"Oh! I'm s-sorry, f-father..." Aya apologised, horrified and gasping slightly as he bounced her on his dick. Her tiny breasts, barely more than a hint of a curve to them, were just as the right height for him to suckle - so he did. She squealed again, delicate hands sliding through his hair as her back arched - pushing herself harder onto his cock and into his mouth. He pulled back just long enough to pant an order - "Rock yourself like you're riding your old toy horse, Aya. Fuck yourself on your father's cock, my perfect little whore."

With a whimpering moan, his whore obeyed. She drove herself up and down, juices flowing and squelching as she impaled herself over and over. His large hands curled around her hips, adding force to her movements as he fucked up into her like a dog. Her nails scrabbled at his clothed back as his dick punched whimpering moans out of her sinful little mouth and he just wished he could fuck her from both sides at once. He was working on a serum that would allow him to recover in seconds but until then...

He came with a shout, forcing himself even deeper inside as he unloaded load after load of cum into his innocent child. He imagined painting the inside of her uterus white, claiming it for himself and no other, filling it more and more until she swelled with his spunk alone and waddled about, a cum-bucket for all to see. The thought of it drew out a couple more spurts and as he slumped forward, he closed her legs as much as he was able. Her hot little cunt was still rippling with her own climax, suckling at his dick, trying to coax it into filling her more.

He resolved to stay inside her until he was ready to go again, and then do his very best to give her what she wanted.
After all, there was no-one he loved more than his precious Whore Daughter.

Aya:

Life had changed a lot since Mom died. Aya reflected on this as she pulled out a pretty blue dress for the day. One of the many little changes was that one of her drawers now housed a variety of new, special toys instead of the pantaloons they used to hold. Father liked to lift up her skirt and slide into her slit at any time of day or night and, with Mom gone, it was now her job to be Father's Whore.

She liked being Father's Whore. She'd always loved him but lately he'd been... distant. Always in the lab with his new assistant. Always somewhere else, doing whatever it was that made all those hidden people scream. But now? Now it was almost like it used to be! Father was always happy to play with her, to read with her - to spend time with her and not his assistant or his smelly lab!

Any time she found him at his desk she would just slide onto his lap and ride his cock as told him about the games she was playing with Snowball (even if she sometimes got distracted - it wasn't her fault! Father just felt so good, like she was made to have his cock inside her. Father had smiled so wonderfully when she told him that, smiled and told her she was absolutely right and so smart for knowing).

At breakfast, Father would thread a hand through her hair and just watch as she showed how much she loved him, swallowing down his entire cock until her throat bulged with it and she couldn't breath. She made herself hold that position longer and longer, loving how he groaned and shook and praised her - loving the little jerks he couldn't seem to help as he buried himself even deeper and shot Father-juice into her belly. Other days she licked him like an ice-cream cone, curling and swirling her tongue - Father said she was even better than Mom at that! Most days she drank down the salty cum Father gave her and wasn't even hungry after, some days she just knelt there for an hour or more as Father petted her hair and read the paper, his cock soft in her mouth - unless she was feeling mischievous and her kitten-licks woke it up enough to plow her.

Once, she had been playing int he garden and Father had stormed out, upset about something. He'd pushed her down and flipped up her skirt right then and there, rutting into her harder and faster than ever before until she was yowling into the grass with how much she loved it. He'd finished in her and stormed back inside before she could finish, but that's what her toys were for! Father needed her to take care of him after all, he didn't have time to do the same for her which was why he'd built her such special things. She was so lucky! Father loved her just as much as she loved him! She'd gone inside and gotten out the larger doll he'd given her - it had no head or arms or legs, just a smooth, soft chest and abdomen - and a dick that would fill her almost as well as Father and that she could ride forever when she needed to. Many a happy afternoon had been passed in that way, hair sticking to her back with sweat as she rode the doll's cock ever harder and faster, imagining it was Father, practicing her fucking skills and wishing Father were there to fuck her mouth while she did so. Maybe Father would make her another doll? Oh! She hoped so! Maybe one day, if she was very good. Father was so kind that way.

For now, she went to sleep each night with a toy in her pussy and ass, both often keeping some of Father's warm juice inside her to keep her safe throughout the night. Sometimes she dreamed of going down to Father's lab and sucking him while he worked, her toys wriggling in her holes as he fucked her face, but more than even his warning not to come down... well... his assistant was there, and she hated her. She didn't want to share Father with her and if Father was fucking her too... she didn't want to see it.

So, she stayed in her room, clenching her thighs together as her toys sat heavily inside her holes, writhing and wishing they were Father, tucking her in with a bedtime fuck only to sleep with her, hands cradling her swollen belly as he kept his cock tucked up inside her. She drifted off to sleep with a lingering smile.... only to wake at midnight to a horrible scream and the house full of nightmares.

Monster 1: Hallway

She rushed outside her bedroom onto to skid to a halt as two... monsters shuffled towards her! Bleeding and malformed, the two things looked like they had maybe once been men. Long slices in their skin gaped wide and bleeding and one of them dragged himself by his arms as his legs were just stumps trailing blood behind him. They were both stark naked and their manhoods looked like Father's - yet also different somehow. Realising that she was staring at them, and they'd been shuffling closer while she did, she turned on her heel and ran.

"Hey! This way! Come on!" An unfamiliar voice called to her and she looked up as she rounded the hall corner - only to stop with a shriek! A young boy was standing before he, bloodied and tired-looking - and missing an eye!! She could see his brain through the hole! He stepped towards her, hand outstretched and she whirled to run back, hoping to lock herself inside her room.

It wasn't to be. The man who still had legs had moved faster than her, grabbing her by her hair as she made for the door. She screamed in fright and pain as he yanked her closer and over towards his friend.
"AARGGGHHH YYYOUUUUUU..." He growled into her ear, abnormally loud even though it was barely more than a groan. "YOUUUU WHO KNEEEEEW... YOU.... HIS.... WHOOORRRREEE..."

He kicked her right leg to the side then put both hands on her shoulders, forcing her down. Oh! The other one was beneath her! No! It was going to eat her!! She tried to struggle away but they easily overpowered her, the one below flipping over onto its back and lifting its own hands to clamp around her upper arms. The one behind her knelt down, she felt it lift her nightdress and-
"NOOOOO!" She screamed, as they took her in a way only Father was allowed to. The one below wasn't as wide as father but he was longer, and he pulled her down onto him with bruising force. At the same time, the one behind her had slid his cock between her cheeks and into her rear hole, a place even Father only occasionally filled. Where father was hot, they were stone cold. Where Father's fucking was always slick with his juice and hers, theirs was rubbery and harsh - her quim was slick as it always was but only the man's own blood eased the passage of the dick in her ass.

Between them, they fucked her viciously - the one below yanking her down only for the one behind to fuck her back up. "No! Please!" She gasped. "I-I only take c-care of... oh! Of F-father! Ahh!"
"NOT ANYMORE." The one behind her grunted, thick flesh pounding her tight little hole. "FATHER'S WHORE... YOU WILL PAY..."
The one below laughed, gurgling and coughing blood.
"SSShhhEEeee LllooovessSS iiiit." Its ruined voice garbled and spattered blood onto her cheek. "FeeeeelSsS Soooo GoOOOOoood... on mmmyyy COCK! Squeeeezing..thhight... liitle.. whore.."

Aya whimpered, but it was true. She was so used to Father's cock, so used to moving and clenching and wiggling in just the right way to make him lose control and fuck her like an animal. She couldn't help but do the same as two foreign dicks split her open and made her body come alive. She'd thought only Father could make her feel this way, but... but...
"NO!" She cried, struggling again - though it only made them groan louder and thrust harder. "NO! O-only F-father is.. is meant to... Mmy cunt annd m-my.. oh! oh! Uhn! My hole and my mouth... they were maaade AH! Ah! Ma-ade for F-FATHER!"
She came, blinding and powerful as two cocks reamed her in a way even Father never had. She felt them spill inside her, cold and slick, but when she came back to herself... she was alone, sprawled on the rug in a puddle of blood and cum, her dress crumbled up around her hips.

"F-father..." She murmured, pushing herself to her feet. She didn't know what was going on, but she was sure the scream earlier had been Father's. She needed to save him!

She set off, cum trickling down her thighs. She just hoped Father didn't mind those other two men filling her up and making her come on their dicks. She hadn't meant to! Maybe, she should clean up first. She didn't want Father to be sad after all.. and he'd said a few times how her body and holes belonged only to him... yes, a quick clean was a good idea.

She rushed to the bathroom.

Monster 2: Tub 'o blood.

The bathroom was just as cold and dark as the rest of the house, the lights refusing to turn on. Despite that, she could see in a small area all around her, as though a faint light followed her around. By that light, she saw the tub was full of blood.

"Oh no." She whispered to herself, carefully avoiding it as she went to the sink to get some water. She'd like a bath but she had no time for that! She turned the tap on and wet a small cloth, wiping carefully but briskly as she cleaned herself - she'd had a lot of practice lately!

Because of the running water, she didn't hear the body that sloshed out of the tub. She didn't hear it slide up behind her. The first she knew of it was when it grabbed her and pulled her back! She fell, caught off-guard, the back of her legs banging against the bath before her upper body plunged into the pool of blood.

She scrunched her eyes and mouth shut instantly, but couldn't prevent what felt like a wriggling worm of blood push up between her legs. She flailed, frightened and needing to breath, hands grasping the edge of the tub and pulling herself out with a gasp. Something below the surface pulled at her hips and pushed her kneeling legs further apart, hammering up and into her cunt with the speed and force of a mating dog. She'd seen one, once, breeding a bitch full of puppies. It was before she'd starting taking care of father and had made her feel weird at the time. Later, she'd daydreamed about being fucked that was - now, it was happening.

The worm of blood thickened, hardened, feeling a bit more like a pointed cock now as it pistoned between her cock-lips. She hunched over the edge of the bath, unable to get the leverage to pull herself completely out. Her hands scrabbled at the cold tile as her body was rocked, pace picking impossibly up, the fucking so hard that it would hurt if the cock was as hard as a real one. Her mouth opened, too fucked-out to cry for help, panting breaths escaping her. Her eyes slid closed, imagination painting a dog in the bath behind her. She could almost smell its stinky fur, feel its panting breath on the back of her neck, its clawed paws scrabbling at her belly to pull her further onto its dick.

"Oh.. yes.. please..." She whispered, no longer fighting. It felt too good, and at least she was in the bathroom this time. Her knees and belly hurt from the bath pressing into her, but oh, oh, the blood-cock was swelling now, swelling like the dog dick, hurting as it pushed in and out, in and out until-
"AHH!" She cried out, eyes wide as it popped inside and stuck - too big now to get out and swelling even further as her body clamped around it. "Ah! It hurts!" She cried, then cried out again as she came on the knot that stretched her as she'd never been stretched. "Oh! It's filling me.." She groaned, the blood seeming to churn and pulse in a way that felt like cum painting her insides. "I'm being filled by a doggie... oh, Father... will I have puppies now? Oh... oh..."
Her soft, panting sighs filled the bathroom as the blood-cock slowly settled and shrank, draining away and out of her like it had never been solid at all.

She whined a little, wishing it had been a real dog. For a second, she thought she felt a lick on her cheek...
But no. It was just the bathroom, and a sedate tub of still blood. Since she was already in it, she pulled the plug and turned the tap on, rinsing the tub and her body and throwing her nightdress on the floor. The dresser in here had several sets of clothing in it, since she often needed to clean up after Father had finished using her whore-holes, and she pulled out one of her every-day dresses. She still had no pantaloons of course, but that was alright - she was sure Father would want to fill her as soon as he saw her anyway. Smiling happily at the thought of it, she left the bathroom. Now, where might Father be?

Monster 3: Rug romp

The lab was the obvious first place to check. She ran to the stairs and took them all the way down, getting to the basement without a problem. It was even darker down here and she slowed a bit as she edged around a corner-
"AIIIEE!!" She screamed, as the faint light that followed her lit up a quivering mess of arms and legs and faces, torsos and fingers and dicks and breasts all jumbled together like a monster made of body parts. It reached for her but she was too quick for it, scrambling back and running upstairs.

Okay. So, the only path to Father was blocked. She needed to find some way to get past it but, there was also a chance that Father was somewhere else in the manor. His room, maybe? Or, the kitchen - he often worked late and might have been eating when he was attacked. Or, the library for some more research... oh, so many possible places!

She ducked her head into one of the sitting rooms but it was empty. The fire was going, though, and she wished she could take the time to stop and warm herself. Closing the door, she continued on.
Her bedroom, her Father's bedroom, the second bathroom - all empty. She scurried past the... things moving about the entrance hall and ducked into the dining room. It was empty too, but a toppled chair might mean her father had been here when he was attacked!

She hurried on, into the kitchen and - oh! There was a dog, much larger than the one she'd seen breeding the female dog so long ago and much more vicious-looking too. It was tearing at a lump of meat that looked almost like a human torso... but it couldn't possibly be, could it?

She edged backwards. Her daydream in the bath was one thing but this was a real dog - and it was tearing so violently into the meat, its white teeth sharp and gleaming. What if it attacked her? But... her eyes trailed down, to the red carpet the beast was standing on. It was the only other possible entrance to the basement and a large dog was less scary and dangerous than that... giant monster... right?

She edged closer. "Here doggie.." She called softly. The dog's head snapped up with a snarl. "Good doggie." She continued, voice wavering a bit as she extended a hand for it to smell. Its lips curled back from its teeth as a rumbling growl warned her away. It was dark and threatening and she only barely stopped herself from running away. It relaxed a bit when she edged backwards but it didn't drop its gaze. When she tried creeping forward again, it growled again - louder this time.

She stopped. Thought. Looked at the floor where she needed to go and the dog barring her way. Well, she thought, if it doesn't want to be petted... maybe it wants to do some petting?

Carefully, ever-so-aware of those big teeth that could kill her, she got down onto her hands her knees. The dog lowered its head, looking like it maybe thought she was trying to attack it, so she quickly turned around and flipped the back of her dress up. Buttocks bared, she took a deep breath and carefully spread her legs - looking over her shoulder to see if it was interested or if it was about to go for her throat.

It was definitely interested. Its head had come back up and already she could see its doggie dick expanding, something bright red and pointy slowly sliding out of a furry sheath. She wriggled her hips a bit in invitation. "Here doggie." She called. She needed to get it away from the rug so she could get down to the basement and save Father! He definitely wouldn't mind it if she let the dog fuck her, it was only a dog after all. He might even let her keep it!

A click-clack of nails on stone revealed the dog obeying, its large bulk - more than twice her size - looming over her as it sniffed and licked at her hairless cunt. She giggled a bit as its rough tongue slobbered and stroked, slightly getting inside her as it seemed to get interested in her smell. It licked and snuffled, shoving its muzzle forcefully between her legs until she spread even further to try to accommodate it - and then it suddenly leapt up, wrapped its paws around her stomach and fucked into her on its very first thrust.

She screamed. This doggie dick was so much hotter, harder and larger than she had ever felt before! It slammed into her like a punch, over and over and faster than even the fucking machine her father had made. The dog's fur rubbed against her smooth skin and its claws tore at her dress and belly. She tried to crawl away from the too-hard pounding it was giving her pussy but froze with a cry as its teeth closed non-too-gently around the back of her neck. It held her in place between teeth and paws, forcing her to take its brutal dicking deeper and deeper, whuffs of exertion blowing her hair to the side and teeth worrying at her skin as the force of its fucking rocked her whole body.
It still hurt, but Aya was Father's Whore Daughter and she had, Father told her, been made for cock. Slowly, her body relaxed. Slowly, she welcomed the punishing thrusts, pushed back into them, moaned and panted like a bitch in heat and used all her Whore training to milk the doggie cock using her pussy like it owned her.

The cock began to swell, a knob at the base that got bigger and bigger and sent shocks of pleasure through her each time he forced it in and yanked it out. Even when it swelled enough to hurt, she cried out for more, begged to be shoved full of doggie dick, knotted like the Whore she was - down on her hands and knees for an animal to use as it pleased. When it finally slotted firmly inside of her, too big for even the dog to wrench out, she came on the knot alone.

As her mind came back to her, she found herself slumped on the ground, dog lying contentedly tail-to-ass with her, licking its chops as its dick steadily pumped canine jizz into her used cunt and its knot kept them tied together. She sighed and shifted slightly, consciously tightening and releasing as she milked it, loving the dirty feeling of being filled with cum for so long, so thoroughly. Not even Father could fill her like this. She almost imagined she could see her belly swelling with puppies already. As she lay there, stuffed full of dick and taking every drop of cum the dog gave her, she felt herself grow slicker and hungry for more. Usually, she needed either a break or for Father to fuck her mouth before she wanted to fuck herself on his cock or a toy again - but the feeling of the dog's cock steadily unloading into her just made her hotter and hotter until she as almost writhing with the desire for it to get up and dick her again.

Unfortunately, as it finally finished and the swelling reduced enough to slip out of her, the dog just licked itself clean and trotted off without a backward glance. She closed her legs, trying to keep as much cum inside as she could and felt her need for Father grow even stronger. Now she needed not only to save him but to get some relief by sliding down onto his perfectly-sized meat-stick and fucking herself to completion.

She crawled to her feet, used the inside of her dress to clean off her thighs as best she could, and tottered over to the rug. Flipping it back, she opened the trap door beneath it and climbed down.

It was pitch black. She could hear... things... moving in the darkness. For some reason, her light didn't work down here. She bit her lip but edged back upstairs. She needed to find a light, then she'd go find Father.

Monster 4: The Lab

Her bedside lamp was old-fashioned. It ran on oil, not electricity - maybe that was why it worked when every other light in the house didn't. She lit the wick and made her way carefully back to the dark hallway. With its light, it was the work of moments to find the emergency exist Father had shown her years ago, the one that opened into the basement - which had its own exit to the wilds outside the manor grounds. The manor itself had been built on the ruins of a castle who had needed the ability to escape a siege and Aya hoped that she and her father could use it to escape now.

She ran all the way to the lab. As the finally reached the door, her heart leapt in her chest-!
Then crashed down again as all she saw were bloody tables, burlap sacks, cleaned tools and her father's assistant sitting slumped against the wall.

Father was nowhere to be seen.

"Mistress..." Her father's assistant groaned. The woman was badly wounded in her belly, blood spreading beneath her hands. "Your Father... we must save him... his wife.. she took... him... further in.."
The green-eyed woman slumped completely over in a dead faint. Aya stilled, unable to believe what she heard. Father's wife? Her Mother??
Mom was... alive? How could that be?

Taking the hint from her Father's assistant, she hurried towards the back of the lab. Further in? What did that mean? Was there another room here she didn't know about? She searched the wall for some sign but found nothing.
"It sounds like your father's gone on ahead." A man's voice made her whirl with a short shriek. Behind her, dressed to the nines in a fine black suit was a tall gentleman with skin even paler than hers. Red, pinprick eyes and slightly pointed ears were the only thing that hinted the man wasn't any more human than the rest of the monsters crawling through the manor.

"Who... who are you?" She whispered. "Please! Can you help me save Father?"

The man chuckled.
"You are certainly steadfast in your desires." He observed. "Your father has been taken deeper into the underground maze. It is not a place any mortal can get to without aid."

Aya knew exactly what he was not-saying. She needed his help, if she ever wanted to find Father.
"Please." She whispered again. The man smiled and doffed his slick black hat to reveal a shining bald head.
"Well, I am a salesman." He admitted. "So. An entrance to the place your father has been taken. Very well, this, I shall sell to you. If your display tonight has proved anything, it's that you should not have any difficulty paying the price." He bowed slightly, mockingly.

"My name is Ogre, and for the entrance you seek, I wish entrance of my own. More specifically... your mouth. Come now, my dear. Kneel before me."

Trembling, Aya obeyed. She would do anything to save Father, anything! Even do for another man what she had promised Father was for him alone. She wasn't surprised when the man parted his trousers to reveal a thick but pale penis. It was limp but he pushed it towards her mouth, so she opened obediently and treated it just like Father's when he was still tired and sleepy and she sucked him awake.

"Such a good Daughter." Ogre observes, sweeping her hair back from her face to watch as she suckled and slurped at his dick. It was stiffening under her attentions, growing in her mouth and slowly poking down the back of her throat. To his impressed delight, the ten year old not only didn't gag but seemed to welcome it, pressing forward to burrow her nose in his pelvis and suck and swallow the growing meat until it choked her entirely.
"I must admit, I've been curious as to why you're so intent on saving him." He cupped a hand behind her head but just watched as she pulled back and sank down again, dainty licks and finger-tip stroking giving away to deep wet heat as she swallowed his cock like she'd been born doing it.

"Considering every corpse in this house - the very same corpses you've so delightfully spread your legs for - are remnant of the people you father has killed as part of his experiments."

She ignored him, focusing on her job. He was different to Father - smelled and tasted different. She was ashamed to even think it, but he tasted... better. His smell was nicer too, maybe just because Father didn't always have time to take a shower. She sucked hard as she pulled back then plunged down again, trying to finish him quickly, working to find what he liked best.

"Unless... oh. Oh, I see. You already knew, didn't you? About what he did. You've grown up hearing the screams of his victims but you pretended you didn't. You played the darling innocent, the sweet daughter who loved her father and who therefore, so beloved, would never be harmed in such a way."

The man laughed before his other hand came up. He gripped her then, hard and pulling at her hair as he began to move, fucking into her mouth like the face-cunt it was. She let him, timed her breaths around the smooth cock that filled her throat completely and rhythmically, looking up at him when he he told her to, wide blue eyes devoured by red.

"Oh yes," The man groaned, swelling even bigger and using her mouth even harder. "Such a little whore, aren't you? So pretty on the outside, so innocent. Father's little Whore, desperate for his cock - but not only his, hmm my dear?.Any dick will do. Any and every cock that any man or beast may want to fill you with, you welcome. You'd spend the rest of your life on your knees if you could, servicing any who care to take you. Look at you now, mouth stretched so wide and slutty, not even gagging on the cock of a stranger as you swallow it down and it stretches your throat from the inside. So well-trained. So desperate for it. You would do this for nothing, wouldn't you? Take my dick inside you, suck and swallow and choke and beg for more."

"Mnn!" Aya groaned, the words doing something to her inside. Her pussy quivered and dog cum dripped to the floor beneath her, released from her body in torrents she she shook and craved a dick between her legs.
"Yessss..." Ogre hissed, pulling her down all the way and coming straight down her throat. he came and came and came, inhumanly long, slowly pulling her head back up his length as he went. She almost passed out before it slid enough out of her throat for her to breath and she barely managed to get snatches of air between swallowing load after load of cum shooting from his jerking dick. Her belly felt fuller of cum than it ever had before and still, more kept coming. He kept the tip in her mouth and thrust shallowly, coming and coming and coming as she swallowed and sucked and gasped for breath.

"That's it, my pretty little cockslut." The man's red eyes glinted strangely. "Swallow it it all. Cunt full of dog cum, belly full of mine... your father has created a fine whore indeed."
Finally, as her mouth and jaw started aching, he pulled completely out and came over her face and hair, dick rubbing against her lips for a final spurt inside.

He tucked himself away as she licked her lips and got to her feet.
"Your entrance, Miss Whore." He bowed and faded away as a portion of the back wall faded into an open doorway. Aya quickly wiped her face on her tattered pinafore and and hurried through before it vanished again. She was going to save Father!

TBC Sometime.
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