Kiki's Chastity Belt
Copyright© 2025 by RetrospectiveInsomnia
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A father locks his daughter up in a chastity belt to train her.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction School Incest Father Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Sex Toys Small Breasts
Inspections weren’t the only thing that Kiki had to go through at the house. There were also the various spanking punishments she had to suffer through as well, and it wasn’t an uncommon sight to see her bent over her father’s lap with her panties pulled halfway down. But even worse than that was the dreaded Purity Assessment that took place at the end of every other month, and the process was always the same no matter how awful it felt. Well, most of it at any rate. Her father always liked to throw in an extra surprise or two at the end to keep her on her toes.
But that part isn’t really important right now. The important part is what comes next. Namely that today was Saturday which meant that it was finally time for the ordeal, and standing there in the middle of her room Kiki slowly reached over to take off her clothes. One by one, her garments fell to the floor as she undressed. First her shirt followed by her socks, and then her skirt along with her panties until the only thing left was the dull metal shield of her chastity belt. A split second passed as she stood there, and then with her father still looking on from the side, she carefully walked over to lie on top of her bed with her legs spread apart.
It was the same stance she always took every time he called her up to her room. Knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped underneath, and not a single emotion on her face to betray her overwhelming sense of dread of what was to come. Though no matter how hard she tried, nothing seemed to stop the trembling in her stomach as her father stepped closer. Already, he was wearing his favorite pair of latex gloves today, and she slowly bit down on her lips as he approached.
“Ready?” he said.
“Yes, Father,” mumbled Kiki.
“Good,” he said, “Remember to stay still. The more you relax for me, the quicker it’ll be over.”
As simple as he made it sound though, it was easier said than done. He smiled as he looked down, and she swallowed hard against the tension in the air. In times like these, she thought, it was better not to think about the shame of being exposed. Especially as he reached over to slide the key into the lock, and a moment later there was the world’s tiniest click. Though after an entire two and a half months of denial, the sound was closer to that of a freight train as the front of the chastity belt finally came off.
“Ah-...,” said Kiki.
Immediately, she clamped her hand over her mouth. The softness of the temperature hit her suddenly exposed core, and she tried everything she could to keep herself still. Just by lying there naked it was like her sensitivity had increased a thousand times over, and already she was tempted to reach down with her fingers. Just a little couldn’t hurt now, could it? A single teasing stroke was all she needed, and it wouldn’t take much to push herself over.
Only that as much as she wanted to, she knew she couldn’t. Desperately, she curled her hands together into a fist. There was no way she would be able to get away with it under the careful gaze of her father, and so turning her head to the side she forced herself to stare up instead at the ceiling of the room. There was another spot waiting for her there similar to the one above the door, and she swallowed hard as her eyes passed over the mark. Hopefully if she focused on it hard enough, she might even be able to pretend that she wasn’t lying there with every last inch of her body on display and her father looking down at her.
The plan soon fell apart though as he moved his fingers over the very edge of her labia, and immediately it was as if her head went blank. Oh god. When was the last time she had something touching her vagina like this down there? Not since an entire two and a half months ago during her last ruined release, and after an entire fourteen weeks of denial it was all she could do to keep herself quiet as she bit her lips.
“Stay still,” her father commanded.
“I-...,” gasped Kiki, “I can’t-...”
“I said stay still,” he repeated, “Or you know what’s going to happen.”
His hand lifted upward to descend upon her thigh, and she cried out at the pain. Smack, smack, smack they went with each one landing just to the side of her crotch, and she squirmed as the blows continued to sound out against her skin. Though even underneath the red-hot sting of impacts the shame of her arousal continued to linger, and as his fingers started to creep back towards her privates again it took her everything she had to keep her legs from lifting up into the air.
Kiki whined again. It was like standing in front of a boulder as it rolled towards her face. One inch at a time as it gradually moved closer, and all the while there was nothing she could do but lie there with her body on display. And then the moment his fingers made contact with the outer edges of her labia before moving them aside so that there was nothing left to cover the pinkness of her desperately virgin slit...
“Hymen seems to be intact,” said her father, his voice cutting through the haze.
He spread her apart a little more before sliding the very tip of his finger inside, and the feeling was like a stab of frustration deep inside her loins. Especially as he found the delicate little membrane that was the proof of her innocence, and she let out another sob of despair at the shame. Oh, how she longed to push her hips upward so that it slid all the way in. Anything to comfort the emptiness building up inside, all while her clit cried out from its hiding place at the top of her slit.
Please, it seemed to beg. Just one little stroke and that would be it. One little push to send her off, and then she would finally be able to experience the orgasm she had been waiting for all this time. Only that under the watchful eye of her father she knew it was pointless, and so it was with a rather doleful look that she forced herself back down against the bed.
Below her waist though, the torment continued. Back and forth the stimulation went as the fingers moved across her slit, and Kiki bit down on her lips again. Just the feeling of it moving about inside of her was already making her wet, and by the time her father finally pulled his hand away her anus was already starting to clench. That didn’t mean the Purity Assessment was over with just that though, and as he reached over for the drawer she shifted her eyes away as he moved on to the next step.
“Ready?” he said again.
“I-...,” she said.
Carefully, Kiki closed her mouth. She never was every time he asked. It never stopped him before though as he reached over for the training brush, and a moment later she felt it pressing against her down there. Like the very tip of a goose feather tracing over her skin, and as it crept closer and closer to her vagina it was like her entire world flew away all at once.
“Oh!” she gasped, “Oh, oh, oh...”
The only good thing about it, she thought, was that at least she was allowed to express herself during this part of the assessment. The bristles moved upward to make a tiny little circle around her clit, and she cried out loud in frustration as it pulled away just before she could hit the edge. Then with the memory of the denial still fresh in her mind, it was over to the opening of her vagina again to tease and tickle and chip away at her endurance until she was all but begging him to just punish her instead.
But despite the sounds of desperation in her voice, it was like her words fell on deaf ears. Her father paused to readjust his grip, and using his thumb to peel back her hood he aimed the brush directly at the pinkness of the delicate little organ. Again and again he dragged the softness of the bristles just across the surface, and by the time he stopped for a break the inside of her thighs were practically a mess.
“Oh!” she gasped, “Not there! Please, anywhere but there...”
Only that no matter what she tried to do, she knew it was pointless to argue back. Kiki cried in response. She wasn’t ashamed to admit it. The humiliation was just too much to bear. A torrent of arousal flowed out of her until she could feel it leaking out from between her legs, and lying there in front of him she sobbed as she brought her hands up to cover her face. Already, just from the stimulation alone her folds were starting to part in just the right way so that there was nothing left to hide the opening of her slit, and she didn’t even want to think about what she looked like with her knees pulled all the way up to her chest. The worst was yet to come though as his fingers moved over to press against the very center of her anus, and immediately it was as if her entire body froze in place.
The very first part of the assessment was now over, a small voice whispered. Edge number one was complete. Now they just had another dozen or so more left before the end.
“Relax for me” said her father.
He looked down at her, and all of a sudden it was as if the feeling of denial grew twice as intense. Especially as he gathered up some of her wetness to use as lubrication, and then it was back to the awfulness of the brush as he moved it back up to her clit. Immediately, Kiki let out a moan as she felt her walls start to tense. Oh how she wished she didn’t have to go through this so often. Only that this time the stimulation was somehow even worse due to the fullness of his fingers in her rear, and as the bristles moved over her folds once more it was all she could do not to cry as he carefully brought her back to the edge.
“Oh!” she gasped, “Oh, oh, oh! I’m going to ... I can’t...”
She groaned as her toes curled inward. It was impossible to stop the rising feelings of her climax. Once was bad enough, but two in a row? That was pretty much the limits of her endurance. As always though, just before she could reach it her father was already one step ahead, and she let out a wail as the brush lifted away from her at the very last moment.
“Why?!” she sobbed.