Sandra gracefully slid from the table, her eyes locked on the bulge in Joshua's trousers. She dropped to her knees, her hands pressing against the hardwood floor as she began to crawl towards him, her ass swaying seductively with each deliberate movement. Her tongue moistened her lips as she imagined wrapping them around his thick cock.
She felt like a supplicant approaching a god, a slave crawling towards her master, and the anticipation of worshiping him his manhood was almost unbearable. Her goal was to position herself at his feet, kneeling beside him as he ate, a silent offering of her devotion.
The 18 year old inched closer to him, her movements deliberate and submissive. Each breath she took filled her lungs with the intoxicating scent of his cologne, which only served to fuel her arousal and dread. The hardwood floor, unforgiving and cold, bruised her knees as she crawled, serving as a constant reminder of her submission. Her heart raced, a symphony of fear and anticipation, with each beat echoing the tumultuous battle of emotions within her.
In her heart, she finally understood that she needed to shatter the illusion of being his innocent daughter. She wanted to provoke him, to make him see her as the depraved, sex-starved slut she truly was, desperate for his cock and his punishment. She had to show him she was nasty incestous and depraved to become the embodiment of sin itself. She had to make him forget she was a person, a daughter, anything other than a vessel for his desires, a canvas for his rage.
‘This is wrong,’ a small voice whispered in the back of her mind.
‘This is madness. Turn back, before it's too late.’ Then she noticed her father's hardness throbbing against the fabric of his pants, and she was lost. The voice of her conscience faded into a distant echo, drowned out by the pounding of her heart and the heat of her desire, she couldn't deny her true desires a second longer.
"I'm a sinful whore, Daddy," she choked out, the words raw and desperate, a plea for violence barely concealed beneath the surface.
"I've had impure thoughts, wicked fantasies of your cock, of taking it in my mouth, of feeling how it would stretch my cunt, how it would defile my asshole, fantasies of how it fills me, owns me, rapes me! Fantasies that would make the devil himself blush with shame... and arousal." Her voice cracked, the confession a dam breaking, unleashing a torrent of forbidden longing.
"I deserve to be punished, Daddy, not just a little slap on the wrist, but a real punishment. I need you to hurt me, to bruise me, to make me understand the depths of my depravity. I want you to be violent, to be abusive, to show me just how worthless I am. Please, Daddy, treat me how I deserve, break me. I'm begging you."
The words were a desperate offering, a complete and utter surrender of her will, a plea for him to unleash the darkness she knew resided within him, to claim her as his own in the most brutal and unforgiving way possible. She was begging him to push her, to help her cross a line, a point of no return.
Joshua's eyes narrowed, a predatory gleam igniting within their depths as he took in the sight of Sandra crawling towards him. He had been waiting for this moment, cultivating her depravity, anticipating the pleasure of dominating her completely, of claiming her body and soul as his own personal fucktoy.
‘Is she truly ready?’ he wondered, a flicker of doubt mastering his desire. ‘Or was this merely a desperate cry for attention?’ He needed to be certain, to know that she was fully committed to embracing her role as his fuckmeat daughter.
“Is that so?" he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous growl that vibrated through the air, a subtle pressure designed to gauge her reaction. "What makes you think you truly deserve my wrath? Prove it to me. Convince me you are worth my time, my attention!”
Sandra's breath hitched in her throat, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She ignored her conscience telling her to stop.
"I'm your depraved little slut, Daddy," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.
"But, I've sinned against you, against our bond... I've never been a good enough daughter, never given you what you deserve. I pretended I was pure, acted like I was a person with my own thoughts and feelings when as a woman, all I am, all I can ever be is... is… is rapemeat, desperate to be used! I lied to you, Daddy, I pretended I didn't know this, that I could be pure. I deserve to be punished for my deception, for my disobedience, for my utter failure to be the daughter, the fucktoy you deserve."
The words were a torrent of self-loathing and desperate longing, a complete and utter surrender of her will, a desperate attempt to appease the darkness that resided within him, to earn his favor, to become worthy of his touch, his punishment, his love.
She was laying bare her soul, exposing her deepest insecurities, offering herself up as a blank canvas for his desires. Her body trembled with anticipation, her nipples hardening and her cunt clenching as she imagined his hands on her flesh, his cock filling her completely.
Joshua's eyes, cold and calculating, bore into Sandra with an intensity that made her wanton we with need. His voice, a low growl that vibrated through the air, sent shivers down her spine, a primal response to his dominance.
“You're mine, Sandra,” he said, his fingers tightening in her hair, pulling her head back until she was forced to look up at him. His other hand roamed her body, squeezing her tit with a brutal, possessive grip, his thumb rough against her nipple, eliciting a moan from deep within her throat.
With a sudden, brutal motion, he yanked her off her knees and onto his lap, her body sprawling across his thighs. Sandra gasped, her body betraying her with a surge of arousal as she felt the fabric of her skirt ride up, revealing her most intimate parts. Instinctively she raised her ass and welcomed his touch, his abuse.
“Every inch of you belongs to me. Your body, your mind, your very soul,” he growled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. Sandra's breath hitched as she felt his hardness pressing against her stomach, a clear sign of his arousal and dominance. She was completely at his mercy, her ass exposed and vulnerable, ready for whatever punishment he deemed fit.
Sandra gasped, a sound caught between pain and pleasure, her body's reaction, was further proof of her whoredom. Tears cae unbidden to her eyes, their salty and bitter, filled her mouth as she struggled to maintain her composure, to hold onto the last shreds of her dignity in the face of his overwhelming power.
A perverse sense of pride swelled within her, a twisted satisfaction that even her shameful, sinful body, could arouse him, could elicit such a primal response. She was ready to endure whatever depravity he had in store for her, knowing that with each act of violence, with each moment of humiliation, she was drawing closer to the ultimate release, the complete and utter annihilation of her own conscience.
Joshua's hand came down on her ass with a sharp, stinging smack, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot, a brutal punctuation mark on her pathetic existence. Sandra cried out, a whimper escaping her lips as her body jerked violently with the impact.
As the first spank landed, Sandra's back arched, and a moan escaped her lips. The sting of his hand on her ass sent waves of pleasure-pain through her body, making her pussy clench and her nipples harden. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the whimpers of ecstasy that threatened to escape.
"Count them, you fucking whore!" Joshua commanded, his voice a low, dangerous growl that dripped with contempt.
“Count each blow, each strike on your wanton ass is a reminder of your place, a testament to your sinful nature as a woman and as a daughter. Let every blow sink in, let it remind you that you are nothing more than a tight cunt and a gaping asshole, waiting to be filled and used. Nothing more than a desperate slut, born to serve my cock and take my punishment. And remember, every time you feel that sting, that you deserve it, that you've earned it through your disobedience, through your depravity, through your very existence!”
The words were like a brand, searing themselves into her soul, reinforcing her own self-loathing, solidifying his control. He wasn't just punishing her body, he was breaking her spirit, molding her into the perfect little slut he always knew she was.
"Yes, Daddy. I will. I'll count every one, a reminder of how much I deserve this. Thank you, Daddy!" Sandra nodded, her voice hoarse with a mixture of desperate desire and exquisite pain, her body trembling with anticipation.
The next spank landed with a sharp, stinging crack, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. Sandra's body jerked violently, her ass cheeks jiggling with the force of the impact. Her muscles clenched and released in a desperate attempt to absorb the pain, her pussy involuntarily spasming with a mix of agony and pleasure.
The pain was immediate and intense, a searing brand that spread across her skin like wildfire, igniting a thousand tiny flames of shame and self-loathing. Her nipples hardened to painful points, and her cunt gushed with arousal, exemplifying a woman's body's primal response to abuse.
'This is wrong, Sandra! Stop this! You're more than this!' a small voice screamed in her head, a desperate plea from the remnants of her conscience. But it was no use, the dark and twisted pleasure that had made her gasp and writhe, left her begging for more, craving the sting of his hand, the weight of his judgment.
“One, Daddy!" she choked out, her voice hoarse with a mixture of desperation and ecstasy. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the sweat that slicked her skin.
"Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for showing me my place, for reminding me I am your Incestous little fucktoy!." 'God forgive me!'
Joshua's lips curled into a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction and a hungry lust. The next blow landed with a resounding smack, the sound echoing through the room like a whip.
"Two, Daddy," Sandra sobbed, her ass cheeks turned a deep, fiery red, and the perfect imprint of Joshua's hand was clearly visible, a stark, temporary tattoo of his dominance. The pain was electric, shooting through her nerves and igniting an inferno of sensation that spread from her ass to her core, her mind teetering on the edge of blissful oblivion. Her body trembled, caught in the exquisite agony of submission, as she anticipated the next strike. 'Turn back, Sandra! There's still time!'
"Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for punishing me, for using me as your pain slut!." 'This is sin!'
Joshua's hand connected with a fierce smack, her teenage ass took the blow with gusto making and oh so satisfying sound, her cunt gushed its juices, coating his hand and rewarding his abuse with a surge of pleasure, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation.
"Three, Daddy," she cried, her cunt wet and aching with need, her body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure and pain intertwined, blurring the lines between right and wrong, between good and evil.
"Thank you, Daddy, for using me as your stress relief!" 'This is sacrilege! You're defiling yourself!'
Sandra's body writhed and bucked, her cunt releasing more of its sinful juices onto her father's lap. She felt the room spinning around her, the boundaries between reality and fantasy blurring until all she knew was the sting of his hand and the burning desire to be claimed by him completely.
"Four, Daddy," she gasped, her voice barely recognizable as her own, "Thank you for showing me what I truly am."
The spanks came in rapid succession, not giving her body, mind, or conscience a moment to recover, each blow a brutal assault on her senses, pushing her deeper into a spiral of pleasure and pain."
"Five, Daddy," she whimpered, tears streaming down her face.
"Thank you for reminding me I'm nothing without you. I'm just a slut, Daddy. A worthless piece of Incestous fuckmeat." The voice of the conscience grew dimmer with each blow.
Joshua's hand was a relentless instrument of pleasure and pain, his strikes precise and punishing, each blow landing with a sickening thud that vibrated through her very being. Sandra took it all, her body convulsing with each impact, her mind dissolving into a swirling vortex of agony and ecstasy, her soul teetering on the brink of oblivion.
'Please, God, help me! I don' t want to sin!'
"Six, Daddy," she choked out, the words barely audible, "Thank you for the pain... it's all I deserve. Hurt me, Daddy. Break me! Until all I can do is worship you!" 'Please, make it stop! I can't take it anymore!'
The warning of her conscience went unheeded and the next sadistic blow straight on her cunt lips, a pain and pleasure so sharp it broke what was left of her purity.
"Seven, Daddy," she moaned, her body arching involuntarily.
"Thank you for the pleasure... even though I don't deserve it. I'm so bad, Daddy. So immoral, feeling so good from your spanking!" Her conscience went silent; there was no longer any part of Sandra that wanted to resist.
Sandra was drowning in a sea of sensation, her body screaming for more, her mind begging for release. The incestuous thrill of his touch, the forbidden nature of their connection, only amplified the intensity of the experience, twisting her desire into something dark and desperate, a burning need to be consumed, to be annihilated, to be completely and utterly his.
"Eight, Daddy," she screamed, her voice cracking, "Thank you for breaking me... Make me your perfect whore, Daddy. Make my holes, my womb yours!"
Her obscene moans only fueled his lust, and he struck her even harder, treating her like the personal fucktoy she was born to be, her perfect ass shaking begging for another blow.
"Nine, Daddy," she whispered, her mind fracturing, "Thank you... " Her words trailed off, her voice fading into a mere whisper, her thoughts becoming disjointed and incoherent, the voice of her conscience growing fainter and fainter, drowned out by the overwhelming tide of sensation.
She was spiraling towards a masochistic, soul-destroying orgasm, her body trembling uncontrollably, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her mind dissolving into a haze of pure, unadulterated sensation. The pain was exquisite, the pleasure overwhelming, the shame intoxicating, and she knew, with a chilling certainty, that she was teetering on the edge of something irreversible, something that would forever alter the course of her life.
“Ten, Daddy!”
And as the final spank landed, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure crashed over her, obliterating all thought, all reason, all sense of self. Her body convulsed violently, her muscles clenching and releasing in a series of uncontrollable spasms.
“Oh fuck, I'm coming! Your punishment is making me squirt all over the place. I'm your dirty little cum slut, and I love it!”
A primal scream tore from her throat as she finally shattered, her cunt erupting in a torrent of hot, shameful pleasure, her orgasm so intense that it ripped through her like a lightning bolt, leaving her limp and lifeless.
As the darkness closed in, as her consciousness began to fade, the last thought that flickered through her mind, the final, desperate realization that echoed through her soul, was that she had finally found her heaven, her purpose, her true self, in the pain, in the submission, in the complete and utter destruction of her own will.
And with that, she surrendered completely, her body going limp, her mind fading into oblivion, her orgasm continuing to ripple through her even as she slipped into unconsciousness, her cunt continuing to squirt its shameful offering onto the floor, a testament to the power he held over her, a symbol of her complete and utter degradation at the hands of her own Daddy, a final, pathetic act of submission to the man who had broken her, body and soul, the man who was supposed to be her father, but had instead become her master, her abuser, her everything. She was finally, truly, his fuckmeat daughter.
The room fell silent, the only sound the gentle rise and fall of Sandra's breathing as she lay unconscious across Joshua's lap. Her ass, marked and bruised, was a testament to the intensity of their encounter, a living canvas of his dominance and her submission. Joshua's gaze lingered on her, a mix of satisfaction and amusement in his eyes, her cunt still twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm, proof of her complete and utter submission to his will.
With a final, dismissive push, Joshua sent Sandra tumbling off his lap, her body crashing to the floor with a thud. She lay there, limp and spent, her hair spread out around her like a golden halo, her legs splayed open, revealing her glistening, virginal cunt.
"Passing out so quickly, pathetic," he muttered, his voice laced with contempt.
"A shameless little slut who can't even handle a simple punishment. But don't worry, I'll be back for more after work. You're mine to use whenever I want, however I want." With that, he turned and walked away.
Sandra's unconscious body laid on the floor, her cunt juices shamelessly leaking on the floor, a silent and shameful reminder of her complete and utter submission to his will, her mind now finally consumed by her obsession with his cock.
