Not My Daughter: Part 2

 She had no idea how long her father had been gone. She had no idea when he might come back. All Tracey knew right now was that she wanted to be daddy's good girl...and to be his good girl she had to be his whore. 


"...daddy's good girl...daddy's whore...daddy's good girl...daddy's whore...daddy's good girl..."


The recording repeated over and over, and was quite effective. It consumed her. It made her mind fuzzy and her clit throb with excitement. Even the forced denial, the chastity belt that prevented her from scratching the growing itch that spread deep within her cunt, was its own form of excitement. It made her wet! It made her so wet that her pussy drool was starting to seep through the grate of the belt. 


"...daddas goo glll...daddas whoo-..." she whispered. 


Tracey's hand slipped between her legs and pawed at the chastity belt. She knew there was no chance of satisfaction, not until her father allowed it...if he would allow it. Instead her fingers slid over the metal mesh frothing her juices on her fingertips. Her eyes flashed open, darting across the room, as a thought crept into her head. Slowly, she raised her hand and looked at the foamy residue before pushing two slender fingers through the ring gag. Her tongue swirled around them, tasting the salty tang of her sex.


"...daddas goo glll...daddas whoo-..." 


Her eyes moved around the room again, and fell on a framed photo on her parents' dresser. A wedding photo of her mother and father. They smiled, happily, as if pleased to see their daughter collared and chained like an animal. Happy to see her tasting her own cunt. Tracey's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Anger started to build on her, anger and resentment! Not at her father, but at her mother! 


"DADDAS GOO GLLL!" she shouted through the ring at the photo, "DADDAS WHOO!" 


Tracey pulled herself to her feet, staring intently at the picture. She tried to move towards it, but the leash her father had attached wasn't long enough. She let out a cry of frustration. Then she noticed the laundry basket at the foot of the bed and she grinned through her gag.


"...daddy's good girl...daddy's whore...daddy's good girl...daddy's whore...daddy's good girl..." the audio loop repeated, reinforcing the mantra. 


Tracey reached into the laundry. She hadn't seen her father do the wash since her mother left, and she certainly hadn't offered. The top of the pile was all Dan's dirty clothes. She rummaged until she found a pair of his boxers. She held them up, almost reverently, then pressed them to her face. Inhaling, she took in his musky scent and felt that warm buzzing fill her head again. Felt her clit throb with each pounding beat of her heart. 


"...daddas goo glll...daddas whoo-..." 


Then she locked eyes with Jeanne's photo. Stared into her mother's image as she reached deep into the bottom of the laundry basket and pulled out a pair of her mother's panties. Her eyes narrowed mischievously, spitefully, as she moved back towards the litter box. Tracey squatted over it, never taking her eyes from the photo, and held her mother's dirty underwear under the mesh of the chastity belt as she relaxed her bladder and began to urinate. 


"DADDAS GOO GLLL! DADDAS WHOO!" she spat the words at the picture on the dresser.


Her bladder emptied, soaking her mother's panties. As the last few yellow droplets fell with a soft pitter patter into the gravelly litter, she felt a sense of satisfaction. Then, as Tracey felt her eyes getting heavy, the lids slowly drifting closed, time started to slip and fade. She continued to softly babble along with the mantra that played on its never ending loop in her ears. 


"...daddas goo glll" she let out a long exhale, "daddas whoo-..." 


And she curled up onto the dog bed, her father's boxers clutched tight in her hand, and she slept.  


To Be Continued

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