Charlotte: Daddy's Slut
Chapter 1

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Blackmail, Coercion, Drunk/Drugged, NonConsensual, Rape, Slavery, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Father, Daughter, BDSM, DomSub, MaleDom, Humiliation, Rough, Sadistic, Spanking, Torture, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism, Food, Oral Sex, Petting, Spitting, Tit-Fucking, Voyeurism, Big Breasts,

Desc: Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Young, pretty Charlotte becomes her dad's slave against her will.

Charlotte was 26 years old, blonde, big-titted. She knew she was hot and she liked it. She liked to flirt but she wasn’t a slut. She wanted a serious commitment from a guy who cared about her. She believed in loyalty and honesty.

Her life had not gone the way she’d wanted it to. First Mom and Dad had gotten divorced because Dad had found someone else. She’d never forgiven him for it. Then her own marriage broke up. She’d gotten married too young and it just didn’t work out. So at 26 she was single, living in a small apartment, trying to figure out what to do next. She still had a good time with her friends, she was young, life was full of possibilities.

She tried to avoid her Dad. They used to be close, but she just couldn’t forgive him for betraying Mom and leaving them. She wasn’t as angry anymore as she’d been at first but any interaction between them was still awkward. When Dad was around, she behaved like a sullen teenager. She knew it was childish but she couldn’t help it.

One day Dad called her and asked her to come to his place. He said there was some paperwork that she needed to sign. She didn’t want to go but resigned herself to it.

Dad was being extra polite when she arrived. His new partner was on a business trip or something, so at least it was a bit like the old days. Dad gave her a big glass of orange juice and a big bunch of papers to sign.

“It’s nothing actually important,” Dad said. “Insurance stuff from when you were a kid. They just wanted it signed now.”

Charlotte drank the juice and signed the papers. It took a while. When she was done, she noticed she was feeling a little sick.

“I think I should go,” she said.

“No, you’re staying,” Dad said. He seemed excited and nervous.

“What the hell? You can’t tell me what to do anymore! I’m going,” Charlotte said.

When she got up, she almost collapsed. She felt dizzy.

“No, you’re not ... slut,” Dad said.

“Did you ... did you call me a slut?” Charlotte said, confused and angry.

“Wow. Yeah, I did.”

“What the fuck? What did I do to you? Why ... what’s wrong with me?”

Dad reached out and patted her cheek.

“Oh, poor Charlie.”

“Dad, why the hell did you ... uhh ... I feel dizzy...”

She almost fell. Dad caught her.

“I think I might faint...”

“Oh no, you won’t. You’ll just feel helpless like this.”

“What ... how do you...”

“I drugged your drink.”

“What ... Dad, what...”

Dad lifted her up and carried her out of the room.

“What’s happening?”

Dad carried her to his bedroom and set her down on his bed.

“I’m going to explain in a minute, honey,” Dad said.

Charlotte was more confused than afraid. She must have misunderstood what Dad said, she thought. Maybe she had food poisoning? Now that she was lying down her head felt clearer, but her body felt very weak, like she was paralyzed.

Dad took Charlotte’s wrists. She heard a metallic sound and felt something cold. Then the same happened with her ankles. Were those ... handcuffs? She started getting afraid but she still couldn’t understand what was going on.

“So, Charlotte, I’ve cuffed you to the bed. You may wonder why.”

She nodded, increasingly alarmed. Dad got something from a drawer.

“Well, Charlie, it’s because I’m going to fuck you.”

What? Charlotte started struggling against the restraints. Was this his idea of a practical joke?

“Dad! Let me go! Let me go now! You’ve gone crazy!”

The object Dad had gotten was a pair of scissors. He started cutting open her blouse. Charlotte screamed.

“Help! Help!”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, honey,” Dad said calmly.

“Let me go! Stop cutting my clothes!”

Dad finished cutting open her blouse, exposing her large breasts in a tight white push-up bra. She felt ashamed to be seen like this by her own father. Was he trying to teach her some sort of lesson? Had he gone crazy?

“Charlotte, nobody’s going to hear you. And if you keep being so noisy, I’ll have to punish you.”

Charlotte’s attempts at freeing herself had only made her weaker and dizzier. She took a deep breath and tried to find her strength.

“Let me tell you a story, like when you were a little girl,” Daddy said. “Once upon a time ... I started wanting to fuck you. You know when that was? When you were in your teens. Before that you were just my little girl. But when you were a teenager ... and your wonderful big tits started to grow ... I started thinking of you like I do of most women. A slut to fuck. A worthless whore. A cum dumpster.”

Charlotte felt like she was trapped in a nightmare. This was impossible!

“I started thinking about you all the time. I spied on you. Even when I was fucking your mother, I was thinking about you. At first I was ashamed. But in time I realized that this is right. This is what you deserve.”

He cut her bra in two, exposing her pale, well-shaped breasts.

“Dad, please stop! Please!” Charlotte begged.

Dad climbed on top of her and started groping her breasts as he talked. Charlotte wished she could run away. She could feel his large, rough hands on the soft skin of her breasts, groping her, pinching her nipples. She started to cry.

“Please Daddy ... stop ... this is wrong...”

“You know what, Charlotte? From the beginning, I never imagined just having sex with you. I didn’t want you to secretly fall in love with me or something. I wanted to rape you. To hurt you. Even when you were just fourteen.

He grabbed her nipples and twisted them. It was not as painful as she had feared but it still hurt.

“Oww! Daddy, it hurts! Please stop! I’ll be nice to you. I promise! Owwww!”

He twisted her nipples again.

“No, Charlotte,” he said. “You don’t understand. You didn’t do anything wrong. You were a good daughter. I’m not doing this to punish you. I’m doing it to hurt you. Because I enjoy that.”

He got off her and started cutting away the rest of her clothing. She gasped in terror when her shaved pussy was exposed.

“No! Dad, no! Please!”

“Shaved, nice,” he said.

He touched her pussy lips with one hand. Charlotte was shocked by being touched down there by her own father. She struggled to get free but the cuffs were made of steel and the drugs were keeping her weak. There was no hope of escape.

“Please don’t touch me there, Dad. Please. It’s so wrong.”

“Remember, when you were fifteen and you had your first time with that boy? How you didn’t use protection and you were so scared you might be pregnant? Remember how mad I was at that boy when I found out?”

She did remember. It had made her feel that her parents loved her despite her mistakes.

“Yes, Daddy ... you protected me ... I never thanked you enough...”

“I wasn’t mad. Part of me hoped you were pregnant, because it would really mess you up.”

Charlotte felt a pit in her stomach.

“What I really felt,” Dad continued, while slowly stroking a finger up and down her pussy, “was jealousy. I wanted to take your virginity myself. I wanted to see the pain in your face when your hymen tore. Imagine how it would have messed you up if your first sexual experience had been with your own dad!”

Charlotte had never felt so afraid before in her life. She’d been angry at Dad before but this was horrifying. There was a side to him she’d never known about. All this time ... every memory she had as a teenager ... all her feelings about her family ... and all along, he’d only thought of her as a slut. It couldn’t be true. She couldn’t believe it.

“I’ve jerked off to you almost every day for the last ten years. When you still lived at home, I jerked off using your underwear.”

She felt sick listening to him.

“Nowadays I have a collection of photos of you that I downloaded from your social media accounts and I jerk off to those. Especially the bikini pictures. You have really great tits, Charlotte. I think they are what I value most about you.”

He groped her breasts again, hard enough to make her wince. Then he leaned in close to her face.

“Do you know what I do with those photos, Charlotte? I show them to perverts on the internet. I ask them what they’d like to do to you. We discuss what would be the best way to make you cry. Sometimes I also make fakes of you and show them to people.”

He kissed her left nipple. Charlotte felt awful. It was so wrong. Her own father with her nipple in his mouth...

“Do you know what I want to do, honey? I want to bite your nipple and make you scream. And I want to slap your tits. God, I want to slap them so much.”

Charlotte started crying again. It was too much to take.

“Daddy ... Daddy please don’t...”

“Oh, Charlotte, baby, I won’t.”

“You won’t?”

“Not now. I’ll do it later. I want the first big pain of the day to be my cock in your pussy.”

“Daddy, no, please not that ... please...”

He caressed her pussy. Charlotte felt his finger almost penetrate her.

“You know why I haven’t done it yet, baby?”

“Dad...”

“The drugs I gave you have a slight numbing effect. Let’s see if they’re starting to wear off.”

He twisted her nipples again. It hurt even more than before. Dad smiled.

“Good. Almost ready.”

He left the bed and started setting up several cameras. They were all pointed at the bed. To her horror he also took several pictures of her exposed naked body with his phone.

“I want to make sure you remember this moment. And I need lots of material to blackmail you with.”

“B-blackmail?”

“Of course, honey. Did you think this was going to be just an ordinary rape? You’re going to be my slave. You’re going to live here with me and get raped every single day.”

Charlotte started sobbing. She had never felt so unhappy before.

Dad took off his clothes. When she saw his erect penis, she started sobbing twice as loudly. It was disgusting to see her own father naked like that. She’d seen it once by accident as a teen and never wanted to see it again.

He got on the bed. This couldn’t be real. He had to stop!

“Dad, please, you can’t do this. I’m your daughter!”

“I know, honey. That just makes it more fun.”

She felt the tip of his cock resting on her pussy lips.

“Dad, please! Please!”

He shoved his cock against her pussy. She was completely dry.

“Dad, don’t do this! Please, if you love me, don’t do this!”

Dad leaned forward, his hands on her breasts.

“Kiss me, Charlotte,” he said.

“Dad ... I can’t...”

“Kiss me or I’m going to slap you.”

She gave him a hesitant kiss on the lips.

“Tongue,” he said.

Charlotte felt disgusted in her soul. She parted her lips and kissed her own father. She felt Dad’s tongue in her mouth. Then suddenly all his weight was on her and his cock was entering her dry pussy, hurting her, violating her in worst way possible. Her Dad was raping her while she was kissing him on the mouth.

He started humping her hard. She felt his cock go in and out of her. She was half weeping, half screaming. Dad shoved two large fingers down her throat, making her gag.

She prayed that this was just a nightmare she could wake up from. But the pain was too real.

Oh God. She was being raped by her own father. His penis was inside her. Was he going to come inside her too?

“Dad ... oww ... Dad, ugh...”

He gagged her with his fingers.

“D ... ugh ... Dad!”

“What is it, honey? Does it hurt? It should.”

“Dad, I’m not ... taking birth control. Please don’t ... please don’t...”

She couldn’t say it.

“You want me to use a condom?”

“Yes ... please ... oww...”

“OK, honey, whatever you say.”

He pulled out of her. She breathed in relief. He got up from the bed and got a condom from the nightstand. Then he got back on the bed. She could feel the condom on him as he entered her again.

“Kiss your daddy again,” he said.

They made out as he fucked her. It was disturbing, like she was making out with a high school boyfriend. She felt like throwing up.

Suddenly Dad groaned and pounded her more quickly. She balled her fists in pain. Then he groaned really loudly as he came. She was glad he was wearing a condom.

Dad pulled out of her.

“This is a good opportunity to teach you a lesson, Charlotte,” Dad said.

He got something else from the nightstand. Then he carefully pulled off the condom. It was full of cum. His cock was still hard and dripping with cum. Dad put it up against her pussy lips.

“What? Dad, no! No!”

He penetrated her. All the cum that was dripping from his penis was now inside her. He humped her a few more times and she felt something warm inside her.

“No! No!” she screamed.

“Too late, honey. And that’s your first lesson: Daddy owns your body and he can do whatever he wants to, even if you hate it. He can even get you pregnant if he wants to.”

Charlotte was sobbing again. How could this man treat her like this? She was his daughter. He was her father. He was supposed to love her no matter what. She remembered how proud he’d been at her graduation. Was he only thinking about raping her then too?

“And here’s your second lesson. Learned this one from a friend on the internet.”

Before Charlotte could react, Dad shoved the cum-filled condom into her mouth. Then he took a big piece of gaffer tape and taped her mouth shut. Her mouth filled with the taste of her father’s cum. She had never felt so sick and humiliated before.

“Taste it, Charlotte. That’s the taste of the cum that created you. You own daddy’s cum, in your mouth.”

He got up. Charlotte frenziedly struggled against her restraints. She was overwhelmed by the taste of cum and condom. She tried not to puke. She sobbed. She tried to scream. Dad didn’t care.

“You’re going to enjoy that taste for a while, honey. Better get used to it.”

Dad left the room. The cameras kept rolling. Charlotte cried.

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