My Cruel Father Pt. 05

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I watched in absolute torture as the device fucking me slid in and out of my young pussy. Watching it, knowing how good it should feel whilst completely unable to feel anything was one of the worst experiences of my life. It felt like looking in at heaven while dining in hell. I couldn't look away.

Laura remained slumped against the cross she had been bound to, her body slowly writhing but her mind had checked out.

It felt like hours passed in this strange purgatory before sensation began to return. Slowly but surely the piston action of the fucking machine began to elicit small tingles of pleasure. The return of sensation was agonisingly slow but eventually the feeling returned and I began the torturous climb towards another forced orgasm. I felt it crash over me like a wave, my body finally succumbing to the mind shattering sensation of such a delayed orgasm. I think I screamed but honestly it was hard to tell what was real anymore.

When I finally returned to consciousness I saw my father had once again entered the room. He was naked and his cock was standing at full attention as my bound body continued to writhe against the bed while the machine continued its assault.

"You look ready for relief princess" he said, pulling the machine out of me. The rational part of my mind was glad the assault had ended. The drug currently driving my body wanted nothing more than its return.

"Yes, please, help me" was all I could say.

My father didn't need asking twice. He climbed onto the bed, taking the position that the machine had once occupied and despite my wishes my hips lifted to try and reach him. I looked at myself in disgust as I tried to thrust my pussy onto his cock like it was the most natural thing in the world. He simply looked down at me for a moment with an amused look on his face.

"Emily,' he said "I want to offer you a choice."

I was barely listening, simply struggling to impale myself on the thick cock so close to me.

"There are two, beautiful young women in this room that need relief. I will only help one of you tonight. It is your choice who I choose"

The meaning of his words took a little while to sink in. Then revulsion rolled through me once I understood. I could have what i desperately needed. What my pussy was actively trying to reach. But I would be condemning my best friend to more of this torture. It was a simple but cruel trick my father had played. Ensuring that if even my relief would become a new form of torture. I would have to watch my friend suffer knowing I could have chosen to save her. The worst part about understanding was knowing that I would still make the same decision.

'Me,' I moaned 'please daddy, fuck me'

My fathers cock plunged into my aching pussy in one swift motion, filling me up and causing my young cunt to clench around his rigid member. It felt exquisite. I hated myself. My legs hips bucked up to meet his every thrust and we settled into a sickeningly pleasurable rhythm. His body pressed down against mine, his chest providing wonderful friction to my young breasts as his cock slid in and out of me at a rapid pace. I knew that time that I was screaming. My howls of pleasure could probably be heard down the street but I didn't care. I was lost to oblivion, drowning in an ocean of pleasure.

I felt my fathers body tense up and I came just before him. Knowledge of my imminent release from this torturous pleasure was enough to push me over the precipice and while my pussy gripped his cock he began to explode inside my young cunt. I felt the white fluid coating my worn out tunnel and almost immediately I felt the grip that the drug had on me disappear. I was free. Once again I had been saved from my fathers chemical and forced to wake up sober in a world where my father had fucked me.

My father rolled off me, his body coming to rest next to me like we were satisfied lovers basking in our post orgasm glow. I couldn't look at him. I couldn't bare to see the man who had raised me recovering from an orgasm that was currently leaking out of me. Instead I looked at laura. It seemed while my father was fucking me she had woken up and was once again moaning and cumming in her restraints. I began to silently sob with guilt. Knowing how unbearable what she was feeling was and knowing I could have helped her but chose not to. It was because of Laura that I chose to speak to my father.

'What are you going to do with her?' I asked.

'What do you think I should do?'

'Let me put, uhm... let me put some of your... stuff... in her.' I said, struggling to speak the vulgar words to my father.

'I told you princess, I would only help one of you tonight.'

'You can't leave her like this!' I begged, hoping to appeal to whatever humanity still existed in the monster I called a father.

'I said I wouldn't help her. I didn't say I would leave her like this.'

I thought for a moment that perhaps my father had created a different cure. Maybe he had found a way to relieve the effects of the drug without the need for cum. But the look on his face told me I was being naive.

'What do you mean?' I asked, sure I knew the answer but hoping I was wrong.

'You will help her.' He said, rising from the bed.

I didn't understand. If I wasn't allowed to put the cum currently leaking out of me into her then how could I help her? I watched my father once again walk into his closet and return holding something that made my stomach crawl.

In his hands was a leather harness that looked like underwear except protruding from the front was a nine inch dildo. He threw the strap on at me and then unbound me from the bed. Next he moved over to Laura and removed her from the cross. She dropped immediately, her body too weak to hold her up. He carried her to the bed and laid her down on her back next to me. There was a terrible tearing sound as he removed the tape holding the dildo in her pussy and then he slowly pulled the invading member out of her. I looked in horror at her gaping cunt, I knew it would return to normal but that didn't stop the horror that her tight young pussy had been ruined.

'Put that on.' my father said pointing to the strap on still held in my hands. The fight in me had died. My friend needed me and somehow this would help her. I had no choice. So I stood and stepped into the underwear, seeing the inside of the gusset for the first time I groaned. Not only was there a dildo sticking out of the front of the harness but there was one pointing up on the inside. I didn't need to guess where that would go.

'I said put them on.' My father repeated, firmer this time.

I pulled the underwear up, pausing briefly as I felt the thick rubber cock press against my sore and overworked pussy. It hurt as it slid into me, even with the added lubrication of my fathers cum. The thought occurred to me that this was the first time I had been penetrated without the drugs effects. Unlike before, when the feeling of being filled up had been intoxicatingly good this felt bad. Once again the fear that normal sex after this nightmare finished would never be able to compare raced across my brain. I consoled myself by reminding myself that this wasn't real sex. This was a rubber cock in a horrible situation and one day I would be free and sex with someone I loved would feel better than anything I had felt this weekend.

With the harness now secured around my hips, and the rubber invader nestled snugly in my abused pussy I got back on the bed. I knew what my father wanted and I was in no mood to prolong Laura's suffering so I got between her legs. She looked up at me, eyes wild with manic desire and she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in. She didn't care that the dildo currently aiming at her young slit was bigger than the beast that had just been removed. She belonged to drug. The only thing she knew was the pursuit of sensation.

I openly cried as I slid into her. Reviling at the deep, guttural moan she let out around her gag as I filled her up. She winced a little as I bottomed out in her, I gave her a moment to adjust to the monstrous cock now filling her. I knew she was ready when her hips started to rock on their own accord. With clumsy unpracticed movements I pulled out of her and then thrust back into her. Painfully aware that this time I couldn't blame the drug for my actions. This time I was acting of my own conscious free will. The dildo inside of me brought little pleasure and simply felt uncomfortable. It was too big and I was far from aroused.

My father simply stood and watched as I began to fuck my best friend. In his hand I saw a remote, though it's purpose was unknown to me. Laura moaned beneath me like a wanton whore. Her incredible young body relishing the sensations I was delivering. Finding my rhythm I began to pick up the pace. Pulling in and out at an increasing pace. A sick part of me began to enjoy the knowledge that I was making my friend feel good. I began to thrust into her with real pace, pounding into her overworked cunt. She took it in her stride, seeming to relish in the pain of the pounding. I watched in amazement as she bucked and moaned and I knew she was cumming. I was making my best friend cum. I couldn't believe it. Despite my misery, the dildo inside of me had caused my young body to react.

I could my cunt getting slicker and the uncomfortable feeling of being too full subsided to pleasure. Nothing even close to the feeling the drug could deliver but it began to feel nice. As I fucked my friend through her orgasm I felt myself begin to climb that same mountain. The sight of my beautiful friend, lost in rapturous pleasure became too much and before long I joined her, my young pussy clenching around the rubber invader and I cried out Laura's name as we came together.

From the corner of my eye I saw my father press the button on his remote and then watched as Laura came crashing down to earth. Her eyes focused on me, still buried deep inside of her and I knew then that somehow my father had delivered the antidote. I quickly surmised that the strap on had been filled with cum and the button had released it.

And now here we all were finally all sober and faced with the cold light of reality. My Father simply looked amused. Laura looked broken. I felt the same thing. We held each other, naked and afraid and trying to seek some measure of comfort in what had suddenly become a cold and unforgiving world.

'Now girls, let's talk.' We both turned to look at him, fear rising in us as we realised we were far from free.

'Everything we have done today has been recorded. It would be incredibly easy for me to edit myself out of the footage. Even that small clip of you two making love there would be enough to serve my purposes. Im sure revenge might seem very attractive right now. But I assure you it is not a good idea. With the press of a button I could release the footage of you two eagerly fucking like whores and ruin both of your lives forever. Or, you can do as you are told, allow me to do as I wish for a short time. Just until I have the data I want. And then I will be gone from your life. You will be free of me. The choice is yours, though it feels an easy one.'

I think Laura and I came to the same conclusion at the same time. This man owned us.