Bred by Design
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Chapter 8: Convincing Mr. Chen (The Descent)
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 8: Convincing Mr. Chen (The Descent) - 15-year-old Paige Chen needs boyfriend content to compete on THE COLLECTIVE Discord. Her friend Sara offers a solution: use her father as the anonymous "Tyler." Sara films their acts. When a predator targets Paige, Sara escalates it to a breeding session, filming everything. Once they realize Sara’s total orchestration, they are too deep to leave. They confront her, but choose to stay anyway. Because the love became real, even if the circumstances were designed.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Blackmail Coercion NonConsensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Father Daughter Interracial Black Male Cream Pie Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism AI Generated
Tuesday afternoon, Sara called Mr. Chen’s cell at 3:47 PM.
Three rings. Four.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Chen. It’s Sara.”
Pause. She heard something in the background—TV, maybe. Then it went quiet. He’d moved to another room.
“Is everything okay? Is Paige—”
“Paige is fine. I’m calling about something else.”
Longer pause. “Okay.”
Sara leaned back in her chair. Kept her voice casual. “She wants to make another video.”
Silence on the line. Just his breathing.
“Mr. Chen?”
“We said once.” His voice was quiet. Firm. “That was—that was supposed to be it. One time. We agreed.”
“I know what you agreed.”
“Then why are you calling me about this?”
“Because Jess posted another video yesterday. Full sex. It’s already at 320 reactions.”
“I don’t—I don’t care about reactions, Sara. I care about my daughter.”
“So do I. That’s why I’m calling.”
Silence again. Sara waited. Let it stretch.
“What kind of video?” he said finally.
“The same as Jess. Penetration.”
“No.” Immediate. “Absolutely not. That’s—no. We’re not doing that.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?” He sounded surprised. “That’s it? You’re just—you’re accepting that?”
“I’m not the one who needs to accept it. Paige does.”
Pause. “What does that mean?”
Sara looked out her window. Paige’s house was visible through the trees. “It means she’s going to make the video either way. The question is who she makes it with.”
“Sara—”
“Marcus texted her again today.”
Long silence. She could hear his breathing change.
“What did he say?” His voice was tight.
“He saw Jess’s new video. Told Paige if she wants to compete, he can help. Said he’s ‘down for whatever.’”
“And Paige said?”
“She hasn’t responded yet. But she’s thinking about it.”
“She wouldn’t.” But his voice was uncertain. “Not Marcus. She’s too smart for that.”
“Is she? Because from where I’m sitting, she’s desperate. And desperate people make bad choices.”
Silence.
“He’s still texting her,” Sara continued. “Multiple times a day now. Asking if Tyler’s real. Saying he doesn’t believe her. Offering to ‘help her out’ if she needs someone.”
“That piece of shit—”
“And today he sent her screenshots. From THE COLLECTIVE. Showed her the reaction counts. Jess at 320. Paige at 456. Then wrote: ‘better do something fast before she catches you.’”
She heard Mr. Chen exhale sharply.
“He knows she’s scared of losing,” Sara said. “And he’s using that. Pushing her. Making her think he’s the solution.”
“She should block him.”
“She could. But if she needs someone for this video...” Sara let the sentence hang.
“She wouldn’t go to him. She knows what kind of guy he is.”
“What kind of guy is he?”
“The kind who’d use her. Brag about it. Treat her like another notch on his belt. Paige mentioned him once. Said he always finds a way to talk to the Asian girls. Thought it was funny.” Pause. “I didn’t think it was funny.”
“Exactly. Basketball star scoring a virgin. That’s how he’d see it.”
“Fuck.” His voice was strained. “Has she—is she seriously considering this?”
“She’s panicking. Jess is gaining on her. And Marcus keeps offering. What do you think?”
Long pause. She could hear him pacing. Heavy footsteps on hardwood.
“If she does this with Marcus—” he started.
“Within a day, the whole basketball team will know Marcus scored Paige Chen. And once the team knows, the whole school knows.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“And he won’t be careful. He’ll film it on his phone. Probably won’t even bother hiding his face. Won’t care about angles or anonymity. Just wants the conquest.”
“She can’t—she can’t do that—”
“Then what’s your alternative?”
Silence.
“Because right now, Marcus is texting her. Pushing her. And she’s running out of options.” Sara paused. “Unless you help her.”
“Sara, we agreed. Once. That was supposed to be it.”
“I know. But circumstances changed. Jess escalated. And now Paige needs to escalate too. Or accept being #2.”
“Being #2 isn’t the end of the world—”
“It is to her. You know that.”
Long silence. She heard him moving again. A door closing. Background noise disappearing.
“If I do this,” he said quietly. “If—and I’m not saying I am—but if. It has to be different from last time.”
“Different how?”
“Rules. Boundaries. Protection.”
“She already said that. Condom and pullout. Both. Non-negotiable.”
Pause. “She did?”
“Yes. Those are her conditions. She’s terrified of getting pregnant.”
“Good. She should be.”
“So if you agree—those are the rules. Condom stays on. You pull out before you finish.”
Another pause. “I can do that.”
“Can you?”
“What?”
“Control yourself enough to make it work.” Sara paused. “Because here’s the thing—for this to beat Jess’s video, it needs to look raw. Real. Not like amateur porn with visible protection the whole time.”
Silence on the line.
“Jess’s video—you can see the condom in every shot,” Sara continued. “It looks safe. Staged. Like sex-ed footage. Paige’s needs to look different. More visceral. More authentic. Like she trusted Tyler completely.”
“I’m using protection. That’s what we agreed.”
“I know. And you will. But the FOOTAGE doesn’t need to show it.”
Long pause. She could hear him breathing.
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying—if you can control yourself well enough—you could film most of it bare. Get the authentic footage. The raw penetration shots. The blood. The stretching. All of it without visible latex ruining the angles.”
“That’s—Sara, that’s not safe—”
“It’s completely safe if you have control. Which you do, right? You’re not some teenage basketball player who loses it in thirty seconds.”
Pause. “No. I’m not.”
“Marcus isn’t some awkward teenage virgin. He’s confident. Experienced. The kind of guy who knows exactly how to talk a girl into things she didn’t plan on doing.”
Pause. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying he’d seduce her. Make her feel special. Make her think he actually cares. And then once he got what he wanted—her virginity on camera—he’d move on to the next girl. Probably has a whole roster.”
“Of course he does—”
“And Paige would be just another name on his list. Another Asian girl who thought he was different. Another notch on his belt that he’d brag about in the locker room.” Sara paused. “You know how those guys are. They collect girls like trophies.”
His breathing had changed. Harder. Angrier.
“But you’re different,” Sara continued. “You’d be careful. You’d make sure she’s okay. You’d control yourself—pace, intensity, when you finish. You have actual self-control. Unlike Marcus.”
Silence.
“Here’s what would work best,” Sara continued. “You go bare for the main footage. The defloration. The initial penetration. All the angles where we need to see everything clearly. You control yourself—slow down when you need to, take breaks, whatever it takes to stay in control.”
“And then?”
“Then when you’re getting close—when you know you’re about to finish—you pull out completely. And this is the important part: you act like you’re ripping off the condom. Make it look like you’re removing protection even though there’s nothing there to remove. Then spray all over her. Stomach, tits, wherever. Big external finish.”
Long pause.
“You want me to fake removing a condom?”
“I want the FOOTAGE to look like you’re removing a condom. Whether it’s actually there or not—that’s between you and your control.” Sara let that sit. “Paige will see you pulling out, see your hand go to your cock like you’re removing something, see the external finish. She’ll assume the condom was on the whole time because that’s what she’s expecting to see.”
“This is—”
“Better than Marcus,” Sara cut in. “Better than her making this video in his car—or his bedroom—with who knows how many of his teammates in the next room. Better than him bragging about scoring Paige Chen’s cherry. Better than finding out afterward he didn’t even use a condom because ‘it feels better without’ and Paige was too nervous to insist.”
Silence.
“You think she’d push back if he pressured her?” Sara continued. “She’s desperate. She’s never done this before. If Marcus said he couldn’t feel anything with a condom—if he said the video would look better without it—do you really think she’d have the confidence to say no?”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Exactly. At least with you, she has rules. Boundaries. Protection guaranteed. With Marcus? Who knows what she’d agree to in the moment.”
“I can’t believe I’m even considering this.” His voice was strained.
“You’re considering it because the alternative is worse. Marcus in her bed. Taking what he wants. Bragging to his team.” Sara paused. “You want that?”
“No. God, no.” Long pause. “But going bare—that’s not what Paige thinks is happening.”
“It’s safer than Marcus with no protection at all. At least you’ll pull out. At least you have control.” Sara let that sit. “Unless you don’t think you can control yourself?”
Long silence. His breathing was heavy. She heard fabric rustling—movement, shifting. He’d changed position.
“And you’re confident I can control myself well enough to do this bare? For how long?”
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