Not My Daughter

"No! Absolutely not!"

His face was crimson with anger, and droplets of spit sprayed with each shout.

"There is no goddamn way I'm letting my daughter go out looking like THAT! I don't care how old you are, you are not walking around looking like some fucking WHORE!"

Dan's wife, Jeanne, had left a few weeks ago to care for her sick mother halfway across the country. That left him to maintain the household and deal with their daughter Tracey. It had been a constant battle, with Tracey acting out more and more in the weeks since her mother had left. She had gone from bratty to bitchy, mouthing off disrespectfully, neglecting her chores, and scoffing at the rules and expectations her parents had set for her. She'd been hanging out with new friends, now that she had started college, and from Dan had seen of them he didn't like them. They were bad influences! On top of all that, he'd been under a lot of stress at work. He was starting to feel like his life, his world, was spiraling out of control.

Tracey's car was in the shop, so Dan needed to get her to campus before getting himself to work. He already knew he'd be late when she stepped into the kitchen. His eyes went wide as his daughter brushed past him, her auburn hair in a loose ponytail, black mascara and liner around her eyes, cherry red lips. She wore a crop top that clung to her perky chest, small crescent shadows drew his gaze to her stiff nipples. The edge of the top revealed her tummy, still showing hints of that soft tender baby fat, and leggings that were beyond tight! They left nothing to the imagination, and clearly showed she wasn't wearing any underwear at all!

"There is no way in HELL I'm letting you leave this house looking like THAT!"

Dan was absolutely furious! She'd always been daddy's little girl, but now? He grabbed Tracey by the elbow, and began to drag her back to her bedroom as she struggled and protested. He tossed her to her bed and stood, arms crossed, in her doorway demanding that she change immediately!

"Fine! Geez!" She screamed, "What are you going to do? Watch? Turn around you perv!"

He turned, but her words stung. He felt something building inside him, like a storm. After a few minutes she pushed passed him and out into the hall. She was wearing a skirt and blouse. He smiled, this was his little Tracey! Maybe seeing how upset he was had gotten through to her after all?

They got in the car, and rode most of the way in silence. As they approached the school, Tracey got out and turned back toward her father, leaning into the passenger window.

"You don't need to pick me up today, I have something to do after class. I'll catch a ride home with someone later."

As she turned to leave, Dan got a full view down her partially unbuttoned blouse. Tracey's breasts were bare, her nipples hard. With her back to him, she hiked up her skirt, revealing more leg and disappeared into the sea of students that shuffled outside the building. The wardrobe change was just an act! That was the last straw!

"Not my daughter!" He hissed to himself, "Not my daughter, and not under my roof!"

Something snapped inside him. Dan's head was swimming with any number of thoughts and he felt that storm from earlier building to hurricane strength! He called in to his office, in a daze, to report he'd be out sick. He had things to do!

When classes were over, Tracey exited the building and stepped out into the sun. She'd pulled her skirt even higher, her bare ass peeking out, barely hidden by the hem. She'd also "fixed" her blouse, unbuttoning it and tying it just above her bellybutton. She had a mischievous urge to thank her father for making her change...this turned out to be even sexier, even more attention grabbing than her first outfit this morning! Every guy she passed in the hall, every male teacher, and even a few girls had eyed her up and down today. The attention had made her wet, and she could barely wait to fool around with...

"TRACEY MARIE MYERS! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Dan stood by the passenger door of his car, pointing to the empty seat.

"NOW!"

Embarrassed, humiliated, she began to walk towards him. Her peers looking back and forth from her to her father. Tears of anger flowed from her eyes. A few students watched and laughed as she finally, begrudgingly, got in. Dan reached across her to fasten the seatbelt before closing the door. Once in the drivers seat, he sat silently and unmoving.

"Open your legs!"

Tracey turned her face towards him, a mask of anger and surprise.

"What?!"

"I said, open your legs! We're not leaving until you do!"

"Daddy! What the f-..."

His hand fell hard against her thigh with a smack! His fingers dug into her flesh as he roughly pulled her legs apart.

"You're dressing like a whore now...are you acting like one too?"

She froze in absolute shock as her father's hand moved between her legs and cupped her pussy. She felt his finger push easily between her lips then force its way inside. She let out a squeal. He quickly pulled his hand back, and brought it to his face, sniffing the wet digit. He stared at her with a burning intensity.

"If I taste this...am I going to taste the cum of some boy?"

The question spat from his lips angry and accusatory. Tracey was frightened, she'd never seen her father act like this. She shook her head "no". Dan stuck out his tongue, and licked. His eyes closed halfway, almost euphoric, and he took in a deep breath. In his pants, his cock stirred.

"Okay."

He started the car, and pulled away just as a few of her friends, the bad seeds, were starting to move closer to see what was happening.

"That was your first inspection." he began as he started to drive, "There will be another, more thorough one, when we get home. From now on, there will be several of them a day! I need to know that you're not engaging in any...activities, with boys. I need to know that you're practicing good hygiene. I will have final say on any outfit you wear out of the house...and after today you better believe that I'll be checking to make sure you're wearing underwear too! I didn't raise a whore, did I?"

Tracey sat in stunned silence.

Dan parked the car in front of their home, got out and started to walk toward the house while Tracey sat in the car staring into space. He turned back, agitated, and swung open the passenger door.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, it's your choice. Willingly or by force you are coming inside, I am thoroughly inspecting you, and you are going to learn the new rules of this house!"

He looked at her with a fierceness, an intensity, that frightened her. Tracey shifted in the seat of the car and was surprised that she was still wet...or was she getting wet? Slowly and silently, she climbed out of the car and, eyes to the ground, walked inside with her father.

As he closed the front door, Tracey started to walk across the living room to her bedroom. She was stopped suddenly by her father's hand as he gripped her elbow.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"My, uh, my bedroom?"

His grip tightened on her arm as he glared at her.

"No...you're not. You're not going anywhere until I'm finished your inspection. And let's be clear, you don't have a room, not anymore. Good girls get bedrooms...sluts and whores? They sleep wherever they're told. Now...strip!"

She stood, frozen, and Dan's patience was now at its end. He tore at her blouse. Held closed by only a loose knot, it opened easily revealing her creamy pert breasts topped by stiff pink nipples. Then he ripped at her skirt. He tugged it roughly past her hips until it fell in a heap at her feet. Her auburn pubes, neatly trimmed into a landing strip, on full display. She stood nude before him, stunned. Then he pushed her over the arm of the couch.

"Don't you dare move!"

Dan slipped behind his daughter, studying every inch of her body. She was no longer "little Tracey", she was now a very beautiful young woman. He placed a single fingertip on her left shoulder, then drew his finger across her back and down her spine as he began to trace her outline. Soon that finger followed the cleft at the small of her back and slipped between her buttocks. Tracey tensed, reflexively, and her father brought down his other hand across her bottom with a loud SMACK!

"I said...Do. Not. Move!"

He smacked her ass again, to make his point before pushing his finger deeper until it creeped into her slippery wet cunt hole. She could feel it, moving, turning inside her and she let out a small gasp when he touched one spot in particular, a spot that sent tingles through her entire body! Dan knelt behind her and pulled her cheeks wide to give himself a clear view of her pussy and ass. With his thumbs he pulled apart her labia, stretching her cunt wide as he grinned at her moist pink hole. He moved his hands up and spread her tight crinkled rosebud, then slid a pussy wet finger into her bum. It was deliciously hot and tight.

Tracey stared ahead, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short quick bursts like a panting dog. She struggled to believe that her own father was looking at and touching her privates. On the coffee table in front of her she noticed a small box with a pink ribbon just as she felt his hands slide under her belly and began to squeeze her tits.

"Turn and kneel."

She hesitated, then did as she was asked. Dan stroked her hair back, and brushed his hand against her cheek. She felt herself get a little dizzy when he placed a hand on either cheek and began to push his thumbs into her mouth the same way he'd inspected her vagina. Those same thumbs started to run along her teeth and gums, slid over her tongue, the way someone might look at the teeth of livestock. She could taste herself on her father's fingers...and she felt her pussy tingle and throb again.

Dan tipped her head upwards to face him. Looking her in the eyes, he slid a finger down the center of her tongue. They were both fully aware that this was the finger he'd used in her ass. Her lips closed around his finger, for just a moment.

"Good girl."

She blushed. She could feel her pussy starting to drip, feel the wetness on her thighs. Dan felt something too. His cock was harder than it had been in years, straining against the crotch of his pants, but he didn't want to rush things. He pulled his hands away and took a step back.

"I've changed my mind. It's time for bed, we'll go over the other rules in the morning. Tonight you'll sleep in my room...on the floor."

Tracey's heart had started to race and then fell just as quickly. He led her to the master bedroom and there, on the floor at the side of his bed was a dog bed. Hanging from the bedpost, nearby, was a thick pink leather collar and leash.

"You're going to need to earn my trust again! Prove you can be my good girl again, and maybe I'll even let you sleep in bed with me...one day...but tonight, you sleep there, and with this on."

Dan grabbed the collar and fastened it around his daughter's neck. He took a small step back and looked at her again. His eyes lecherously roamed her nude form again. Yes indeed, Dan was pleased.

"There, it looks perfect!"

Somewhat reluctantly, Tracey curled up, nude, on the dog bed her father had placed beside his own. Her fingers tracing the edge of the leather collar he'd fastened around her neck. There was a voice in her head telling her to get up and run, but a smaller voice in the dark corners of her mind told her to stay. What was happening was unlike anything she'd ever dreamt in her wildest, darkest dreams. She turned restlessly, unable to sleep as she fought with herself over what to do.

"Settle down! I'm trying to get some sleep!"

Dan grumbled, and swatted blindly at her. His hand found the soft curve of her ass and gave it a few light pats before coming to rest on her bottom. His touch sent a charge through her. Goosebumps covered her skin, her nipples stiffened and her clit began to throb.

"NO!"

She shook her head, and jerked away from his touch. The leash, fastened to her collar and the bed prevented her from going very far.

"What the fuck did you say?"

Dan turned on the bedside light and sat up. He was nude, and his cock hung between his legs at the edge of the bed pointing toward her. Tracey gasped and turned away.

"I asked you a question!" He jerked on the leash, "What did you say? Because I know goddamn well you didn't tell me no! A whore like you, flaunting her body to every guy on campus...you don't get to tell me no!"

He grabbed his daughter's arm and jerked her up to her knees. She was facing his prick now, the same one that had impregnated her mother, that had given her life. It was getting hard before her eyes. She watched unable to speak, unable to look away, as it twitched. Each pulsing beat of her father's heart forcing more blood into that thick shaft. The head began to swell a deep crimson, the veins growing more and more visible.

She'd seen cocks before. She wasn't nearly as promiscuous as her father thought, but she'd given a few handjobs under the bleachers or a blowjob in the backseat of a car. Those pricks looked small next to his though. Unconsciously, she licked her lips as she stared at it.

"You little whore!" Dan hissed, "I see that look in your eyes! Are you that starved for cock?"

He jerked at her arm again, pulling her oh so close to his erection. Then he quickly had her positioned over his lap, the way he'd done when she was a toddler and climbed on the counter to get a snack and broke the cookie jar, and brought his hand down across her ass with a stinging SMACK!

Tracey squirmed against her father's lap, and felt the swollen head of his cock press against her soft belly. He brought the hand down again, SMACK! And again, SMACK!

"I told you there would be new rules, but I thought we could get through the night without me going through them..."

His hand came down again, SMACK! Her bottom was hot and red now, each new spanking leaving an overlapping red handprint across her flesh. She wriggled and squirmed and felt her pussy leak, felt her wetness spreading between her thighs.

"...without me going through..."

Dan stopped his hand just before it made contact again. He'd felt something. Something warm and wet on his leg. He wedged his hand between her thighs, pushing her legs apart, and ran his finger along her gooey slit.

"You little whore..." he whispered, barely audible. "Little whore..."

He pushed his finger into her, but this was different...this wasn't an inspection. Dan began sliding his finger in and out of Tracey's sopping wet hole. Slowly, methodically, he began to fuck her with one, then two fingers. He listened to the way she breathed, listened to the tiny moans and whimpers, and by paying attention to her sounds drove her closer towards orgasm.

Tracey was confused, even more than before. What he was doing was wrong, she knew that, but it felt so good! None of the boys she'd been with had ever made her feel like this, they'd barely even tried. But this was her father! Her father, who'd caught her acting like a slut. Her father who'd made her strip naked, who'd inspected her privates, who collared and leashed her like a dog. Her father...who was very skillfully fingering her pussy and making her body feel...electric!

"Mmmmm..." Tracey moaned and rocked her hips against her father's skilled hand, "Daddy...p-please..."

Dan stopped. He pulled his hand away, and wiped his sticky fingers across her cheek.

"No." His voice was cold, "Isn't that what you said before? No?"

She felt the tears flood her eyes, felt them roll down hot against her her cheeks.

Dan slid open the nightstand drawer and pulled out a small bag. Carefully, he laid out three items on the bed just out of her view.

"Stand up."

She did, and he produced the first item...a chastity belt. He placed it around her waist, then told her to bend, while he attached the front and back halves. Tracey soon found her pussy covered by a metal screen, and in the back a metal ring circled her bumhole. Dan locked it in place.

"Just so you don't get any ideas. Let's cover a few of the rules. From now on, no one, not even you, is going to touch that cunt unless I say so. I'll also be deciding when and IF you're allowed to cum."

"B-but daddy? What about..."

He pulled the second item, a gag. Dan began to fasten the leather around her head. A metal ring, similar to the one that sat like a halo around her asshole, was placed in her mouth. Almost immediately drool began to flow, dripping down her chin. Dan grinned. Then he placed a ball in the center of the ring and attached it with snaps to the leather straps on either cheek.

"You will not speak unless spoken to."

Lastly, he placed a blindfold over her eyes, plunging her into darkness.

"Now...go to sleep, sweetheart," Theresa dark playful tone to his voice, "tomorrow's going to be a very interesting day!"

Tracey blinked against the light as her father removed the blindfold. It was morning, and sun was shining into the master bedroom through the partially opened curtains.

"Wake up sleepyhead," Dan said to her, "it's time for breakfast."

Still in the twilight between sleep and wake she watched, not quite understanding, as her father stood above her and released the snaps that held the ball of her gag in place. Saliva poured from her mouth, still held open by the ring of the gag, and flowed down between her breasts shimmering in the early morning sun. Bobbing in front of her was his cock. She stared at her father's thick veiny dick and watched as a small droplet of precum seeped from the slit in the crimson mushroom tip. He wiped it with his finger, and then pushed it across her tongue.

"Don't worry...there's a lot more coming! I need to make sure you get a nice filling breakfast!"

Dan stood in front of her and began to rub his cock across her face and chest until it was coated in her slippery spit.

"Lay on your back!"

Tracey wasn't sure why, everything in her told her this was wrong, but she obeyed his instructions. Lying back on the floor, her head resting on the edge of the dog bed, she looked up at her father as he straddled her chest. Dan took her breasts and pushed them together, wrapping them around is drool covered dick, and began to titty fuck his daughter.

She watched his face more than anything, his expression constantly changing. Twisted with a cruelness one moment, then a perverse incestuous lust the next, then calm, serene ecstasy and pleasure. She listened to his breath and the soft wet squishing sounds that came with every thrust back and forth between her fleshy wet mounds. Her pussy tingled, begged to be touched, but was denied by the chastity belt.

Dan's lip curled in a sneer as he looked down at his daughter. Her face and chest slick and wet with her own saliva. He let a gob of his own spit fall into her open mouth, watching her tongue move stirring it with hers, then he shifted his body. He lined the bulbous head of his prick up with her open lips and pushed himself deep in her mouth.

Tracey's face burned hot with embarrassment. None of the boys she'd fooled around with had ever tried to do anything like this! She felt used, objectified, and shamefully aroused. Dan began to hump and grind against her face, his pubic hair crushed and crinkled tickling her nose. She felt him thrusting deeper and deeper across her tongue as the head of his cock pushed past her uvula and between her tonsils.

Animal noises filled the air, gurgling, gawking, wet noises. She wondered where they were coming from and then realized it was her...she was the animal! The leashed and collared animal that her father was using to service himself. Dan looked down and saw that expression, that realization spread across her face and he laughed.

"Here comes your breakfast sweetheart...hope you're hungry!"

Dan pulled out of her mouth, trailing thick ribbons of saliva, and began to jerk himself off. He rested the head of his cock on her lower lip just as the first sticky gob of semen sprayed across her tongue.

"Swallow it!" He grunted, "Swallow every fucking drop!"

Tracey glanced at the clock on her father's nightstand, panic in her eyes. With the gag in place she couldn't do much more than drool and make animal grunts and moans. It was almost time to leave for school.

"What are you trying to say girl?" Dan said in a condescending tone, "Did little Timmy fall down the well?"

He laughed at his own joke. In fairness though with her collared, leashed, and only able to communicate through whimpers and growls the comparison to Lassie wasn't far from the truth. He looked at the time and immediately understood her excitement.

"Oh...you're thinking about school? Is that it? Don't worry, you don't need to go in today...maybe never again. I'm keeping you home today..."

Dan reached down and sharply pinched his daughter's nipples, grinning as he did.

"I was thinking we'd have a nice daddy-daughter day together. Maybe a little homeschooling? A continuation of the lessons we started to cover last night."

He twisted his wrists and gave her breasts a tug, then leaned in close and spit into her mouth through the ring gag.

"A little something to wash down your breakfast with."

Dan left and returned a short time later carrying a large box, and the small one with the pink ribbon she'd seen on the coffee table the night before. He placed the larger box on the floor near her, and she shivered when she saw it. It was a litter box.

"Daddy's got to go take care of a few things. If you need to go potty you can go in that. Just squat and do your business like a good girl."

He was talking to her the same way you'd address a small child or a pet, he even patted her head softly as he did. Then he handed her the small box and told her to open it. Inside was a small pair of noise canceling headphones.

"Go on...put them in."

Doing as she was told, she immediately heard a faint, distant voice over a rhythmic synth beat. Dan checked to make sure both her collar and leash were secure, then left the room. There was a soft metallic click as he locked the door behind him. Gradually the voice and the beat grew louder in her head.