My father had always talked about how I should get into the family business after I got out of college. I never really knew just what that was though, he was always a bit aloof about the details, not that it stopped him from recommending it at every turn when discussions about my future came up. When I had trouble getting a job lined up as graduation approached, if finally succumbed and told him that I’d give it try. I hadn’t known what to expect, but I’d never dreamed that it would involve waking up in the middle of the night with a sack over my head as I was carried out of my room. It was then that I learned that the family business was selling off brainwashed sluts to the highest bidder and that I was going to be starting at the very bottom of the organization.

After all I’d been through, the programming, the training and the brainwashing, the hardest thing about my new slavery was the day of my first sale. I was trotted into a small room with nothing but a collar on and told to take up the most basic slave pose. I fell to my knees, spread my legs and thrust out my chest just as I’d been trained. Then I waited until the door opened and a man walked in.

“Daddy!” I squealed in shock as he closed the door behind him. My training still held and I thrust out my chest for him as I would for any man. Somehow I managed not to blush as he looked over my voluptuous body.

“Hi honey, I see you’ve turned out very nicely. I’m happy to see you’ve taken to the family business so easily.” He smiled as he took off his jacket.

“Thank you,” I replied automatically to the compliment and felt myself growing wet and ready for sex. My training had taken over and while I knew what was happening was wrong, my body was preparing to service him. Even if he was my father, my body didn’t care. The need to pleasure any man was drilled into my very core, no matter who he was.

“My pleasure.” He smiled and opened the door again. He gave a quick whistle and I watched as my mother walked in wearing nothing more than a collar. “Our little girl’s grown up, hasn’t she Lisa?”

“Oh my yes, Dan! She makes such a cute little slave girl. Was I that cute my first time through training?” Mom beamed proudly as she knelt beside him and started to unbuckled his pants.

“Of course you were! Though I think our little girl is a bit better endowed than you were back then.” He smiled as his eyes rolled over my naked flesh again. My pussy twitched at the wicked compliment, another deep seated response that had been burned into my brain. Any compliment from a man would stoke the flames of lust inside me. I made sure to push my chest out a bit more for him, so he could see my ripe breasts more easily.

“I’m sure her owner will like that! You men always seem to like girls with nice big melons!” Mom giggled as she thrust out her own sizable chest to help make her point. It was beyond bizarre to see her acting like this, like just another trained slut. She’d always seemed like such a proper woman when I’d be younger. To think that she was just another sex toy the whole time made me shudder.

“Very true, Lisa. Now I think it’s time to sample the merchandise and let our little girl enjoy being auctioned off.” My father smiled and finished undressing himself. He was remarkably fit, and as much as I tried not to, I couldn’t help but take a look at his throbbing cock. He wasn’t small by any measure, and my pussy twitched eagerly at the thought of what he was going to do to me. It was wicked, and yet every ounce of wrongness only seemed to amplify my desire, another quirk of my training.

“Okay, honey, get on the bed and show Daddy how much you’ve learned.” Mom prodded me and I quickly followed her instructions. My whole body seethed as I felt my training kick in. I was about to be used and even though it was my own father, my body reacted as it was trained to. By the time I was settling onto my back, my pussy was wet and eager for his cock and my breasts were aching to be squeezed. I spread my legs wantonly and looked up into his eyes and silently begged him to fuck me.

“You look ravishing!” Daddy smiled as he climbed onto bed and moved between my widely spread legs. He paused for a moment to cup my dripping mound with his hand. His fingers ran along my slit and sank into me with ease as I squirmed excitedly from his touch. It felt too good being touched like this, even by my own father. My handlers hadn’t allowed me to cum for the last two days, a special test of my training, and now I was as sexually charged as any woman could be.

“You’re nice and wet down here.” He said proudly as he slipped a finger deep into my pussy. He was inside me! My father’s thick fingers were rubbing the inner walls of my cunt. Instinctively, I gripped his finger and rippled my pussy over it just as I’d been trained to. “I see Mistress Keiko is still a fine instructor. I bet she had you working that dildo five times a day, didn’t she sweetie?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I whimpered as he rubbed his thumb over my throbbing clit. I nearly gushed at the memory of everything that Mistress Keiko had done with me. Much of my training was under her care, including my first lesbian experiences.

He just laughed at that and pulled his hand away. Then he moved up until he was looking down at me and his shaft was pointed between my legs. I whimpered for a moment as he paused with just the tip of his shaft kissing my slick lower lips and my nipples barely pressing into his chest. I knew he was waiting for me to break my training, to resist what had been done to me and pull away from him. I wanted to with nearly every fiber of my being, but my training was unshakable.