Not My Daughter: Part 3

It had been a week since Dan had first confronted and collared his daughter. She was responding well to the mantra he'd forced her to listen to almost nonstop. She had become almost instantly obedient, no longer resisting his daily inspections. In fact she seemed to enjoy them more and more. Each time he probed her, clinically sliding his fingers in and out of her mouth, pussy and ass, he watched her nipples stiffen, felt her cunt get wet and her body tremble with ever greater excitement. He continued to deny her that pleasure though. As soon as he detected the telltale signs of a building climax, the racing of her pulse and the quickening of her breath, he'd pull back his hand and reattach the chastity belt. Then he'd have her clean herself from his fingers, before attaching her leash and leaving her alone for hours. Was it cruel? Maybe, but he was thoroughly enjoying the control he now had. 

Today, Dan had spent the morning running back and forth across town. His first stop had been the University to withdraw his daughter from classes for the rest of the semester. If Tracey's professors and friends believed she was gone too then she wouldn't be missed. No one would suspect that she was chained nude to her father's bed. 

Next he stopped by his office to meet with his Human Resources representative. He'd need to take a short leave of absence to deal with an urgent family matter he'd explained. Sure, he had stretched the truth of the situation a bit, but it was true that his wife was out of town taking care of her mother, and Tracey had certainly been having some behavioral issues. He'd just omitted some things, left them vague. He grinned to himself as he drove toward home, pleased at his masterful manipulations. The grin faded, when approaching his home, he spotted Jeanne's car in the driveway. She was back early. This was an unexpected surprise, but the gears in his head were already turning. 

Jeanne had arrived home a short time earlier, on the brink of exhaustion and wanting nothing more than to collapse into her own bed. Weeks of caring for her mother had sapped her energy, both mentally and physically. She'd kicked off her shoes, and started to pull her sweatshirt off, tugging it over her head as she moved towards the master bedroom. When she opened the door though, she'd found her daughter nude, collared and chained, squatting on a dog bed by her husband's nightstand. 

Tracey had woken from an intense dream, and was desperate for stimulation. The denial of vaginal pleasure, brought on by the chastity belt and her fathers teasing inspections, had forced her to get creative. She'd rummaged through her father's nightstand and found several pens, which she planned to push her tight anus. The first had penetrated her sphincter fairly easily, the second required a little more effort. She pulled it back from her ass and brought it to her ring gagged mouth. Without hesitation she placed it between her lips, swirling her tongue over it, imagining it was her father's cock. Tracey pulled it from her mouth and slipped the saliva coated pen next to the first. She moaned with satisfaction as she felt it stretch her asshole, but she wanted more! As she looked in the drawer again, she began pinching at tugging at her nipples, stretching them roughly, obscenely, as if trying to milk her own teats. 

Jeanne let out a soft gasp and quickly backed out of the doorway, without saying a word. She stumbled back to the living room and fell onto the couch. Her hair, the same auburn as her daughter's with just a few hints of gray, fell over her face. Her sweatshirt tossed aside, her bra covered chest heaved with ragged breaths and soft sobs.

It was at that moment Dan opened the front door. His wife's eyes raised to meet him with a dazed, confused, expression. She didn't look angry, she looked...broken. 

"D-Dan? Dan...Tracey is...is..." Jeanne stuttered, unsure how to express the thoughts that swarmed her head. 

He closed the door softly, and locked it, before turning back to his wife. Her green eyes, starting to fill with tears. 

"Is your mother feeling better?" He asked calmly. 

"W-what?" The question seemed to confuse her. "My...my mother? Y-yes...better...but Tracey..."

"She didn't get loose did she?"

Jeanne's jaw went slack, and her mouth fell open in shock. 

"W-what?" 

"Tracey. Our daughter. She didn't get loose did she?" 

Jeanne stared at him, blinking, still struggling to process what she saw, what she was now hearing. Dan sighed, then took his wife's hands in his and pulled her to her feet. The exhaustion of travel and dealing with her sick mother combined with the shock of finding her daughter was clearly taking a toll, and he decided he would take full advantage of it. She stood, unsteadily, and stared at her husband. Her mouth moved, as if trying to form words but no sound came out. 

"It's going to be okay," Dan said reassuringly, "Theres just some...changes, let me explain."

With that, he walked Jeanne toward their bedroom. She froze at the doorway, refusing to take another step.

"Come on now, don't make this harder than it needs to be!"

Dan gripped her arm tightly, and pulled her into the room. Tracey sat on the dog bed, her eyes wide as she watched her father pull her mother inside. She was still squatting over the dog bed, with two pens and now the handle of a hairbrush shoved deep into her tight little asshole. She scrunched up her face, and pushed them out with a grunt and a clatter against the hardwood floor. 

"Daddas goo glll?" She mumbled through the gag.

"Yes sweetheart. Daddy's good girl!"

Jeanne's knees buckled as she felt the room spin around her before she fell to the floor. 

When Jeanne opened her eyes she heard a soft wet squelching sound. She turned her head toward the noise and squinted, trying to bring the blurry shapes into focus. She quickly wished she hadn't. 

Dan had removed the gag from his daughter's mouth, and detached the leash from her collar. Tracey was now lying across her parents' marital bed beside her mother. The girl's head hung over the edge of the mattress as her father, now nude himself, was slowly, deeply, fucking her face. With each thrust, his heavy wet ball sack tapped at Tracey's forehead. With each thrust spit bubbled and frothed around his prick and her lips. Jeanne watched in disbelief as her daughter's throat bulged with each push. She continued to watch, unable to force herself to look away, as her husband pulled the length of his cock from their daughter's lips and dragged copious strings of thick drool across her face. The spit ran down her face and dripped down her damp hair into little puddles on the floor. 

"Good! You're awake!" 

Dan took a step back. Looking down he saw the saliva still hanging from his prick and balls. He locked eyes with his wife.

"Tracey left a bit of a mess, and I'm not even done yet! Do you want to help her out Jeanne? Do you want to show your daughter how good you used to be at sucking cock?"

To be continued 

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