Story: Riley’s World, Part 2 – Family Dynamics

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(CW: extreme, incest (whole family))

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Kirk Fenwick lived a normal suburban life with his beautiful wife Rose and his 18-year-old daughter Grace.  Their family had had a rough start, seeing as Kirk had knocked up Rose when she was only Grace’s age, and she had had to drop out of school to have the baby, but Kirk had turned things around and now they had a nice house and a pleasant life.

Kirk had voted for President Cupcake, and he had encouraged his wife and daughter too as well.  He just thought that Cupcake had some really good policies (and, of course, he fantasised at night about grabbing Cupcake by her fake tits and shoving his cock into her dirty fuckhole).  Kirk’s wife, always trusting, followed his advice and voted for the big-titted whore candidate, but Grace, who was often a brat, proudly declared she had voted for the other side.

Shortly after President Cupcake was elected, the Female Census was issued, with its demeaning questions that it was mandatory for every woman to answer.  Rose completed hers promptly like a good girl, and Kirk was interested to see his wife declare that she had fantasies about her husband being more forceful with her, and about wearing a slave collar in public.  She also declared that if she was forced to fuck a family member other than her spouse, she would prefer it to be her daughter Grace.

“I mean, that’s my only option, really,” she told her husband.

Kirk thought about asking his wife about her fantasies, or pursuing them.  She would look pretty in a slave collar, he thought.  But he was too nervous.

Grace, though, refused to complete the Census.

“It’s demeaning,” she said.  “I won’t do it.  It’s a protest.”

“Grace, if you don’t fill out the Census, you’ll go to *jail*,” said Kirk.  “You *have* to.”

But Grace refused to on the first night, and refused to on the second, and soon the deadline for completing the Census was approaching.

Kirk was known to be conflict-avoidant, and he had spoiled Grace terribly over the years rather than discipline her.  But he wasn’t going to let his only daughter go to jail.

On the second-last night before the deadline, he grabbed Grace by one arm, and pulled her down onto the couch, sprawled over his lap.

“Daddy, what’s going on?” shrieked Grace.

“I’m going to spank you,” said Kirk, “until you agree to complete the Census.”  He uncinched her skirt and removed it, and then pulled her panties down and over her ankles – and then paused.  He could see his daughter’s pussy, between her legs.  He hadn’t seen her pussy since she was a child, and hadn’t thought about it.  But now he was struck with the sudden realisation that his daughter was a *woman*, with a *cunt*, that a man could put his cock into.

He pushed the thought aside and began to spank his daughter.  He beat her in a slow and rhythmic manner, down low on her butt cheeks, and she wailed and wiggled, but he didn’t relent.

Twenty spanks.  Forty.  Sixty.

“Are you going to complete the Census?” he asked her.

“No!” she said.  “Fuck off!”

Eighty.  A hundred.

This wasn’t working.  She was just enduring his blows in silence.  If he wanted to save her, he needed to actually *hurt* her.

He looked at her cute little pussy again.

“That’s it,” he said.  “We’re trying something else.”

He flipped her over, and pulled her up, so she was sitting on his lap, her back to him, her legs spread, his knees between hers.  And then he reached out and spanked her cunt.

“OW!” screamed Grace.  She tried to bring her legs together, but Kirk pulled them apart, and spanked her again.

“Complete the Census,” he told her.  Spank!  Spank!

And each spank landed with a wet “splat” noise – because his daughter’s cunt was wet.  Very wet.  

Kirk realised that she had been *aroused* by his spanking.  His face twisted in disgust.  What kind of slut had his daughter become, while he wasn’t paying attention.

He slapped her twat extra hard, being deliberately vicious.  And again.

“Ow!  OW!  Stop it!” cried Grace.

“You know how to stop it,” said Kirk, and he spanked her pussy twice more.

“FINE!” yelled Grace.  “I’ll do it!  Just stop!  Please!  It hurts!”

He let her go, but he didn’t give her her skirt or panties back.  She knelt bare-cunted at the living room coffee table and filled in the Census while Kirk watched.

He was disgusted to find his daughter wasn’t a virgin.  On the Census she admitted she had fucked a boy in the back seat of a car.  Also, she had given a teacher a blowjob to get a better mark on a critical test, and the teacher had ejaculated on her face and tits.

She admitted she had fantasies about being spanked – no surprise, now – and also fantasies about being raped, and choked.  And when she had to nominate which family members she would fuck, if forced, she listed her father.  

“It’s either you or mom,” she said.  “And only if forced.  Don’t make a big deal of it.”

But Kirk was picturing now, for the first time, fucking his daughter.  What that would feel like, to force his cock into her cute little pussy.  To choke her as he raped her…

Finally, Grace was required to provide measurements for her cunt and tits, and to her complete humiliation, she needed her father’s help.  She stripped down the rest of the way, showing her tits to her father – and oh, how they had grown – and Kirk used measuring tape to measure the length of his daughter’s pussy lips, the length of her clitoris, the base circumference of her tits, her underbust and overbust.  

It required him bringing his face very close to his daughter’s wet cunt, and carefully manipulating her pussy and clit with his fingers.  He noted how she moaned as he pulled on her clit to measure it, and moaned again when he cupped her large tits with his hands to measure them.

That night, Kirk fucked his wife Rose as he hadn’t fucked her for years – vigorously and violently.  He even slapped her face, which made her buck and squeal with pleasure.  

But it was his daughter he was thinking about fucking.

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Kirk spent the next couple of months enjoying the ability – provided to every man in the country – to read the Census answers of his female friends, neighbours and co-workers.  He discovered that the single mother next door fantasised about being tied up and raped.  He learned that the hot secretary at work got wet when she went without panties.  He even discovered that a couple of the women at the office had nominated him as the male co-worker they would prefer to fuck, if they had to fuck a co-worker.

Then the Redressing Male Victimisation Act passed, and suddenly words on a Census weren’t enough.  Every female had to be documented, in exhausting and explicit detail.

Grace had to be physically restrained to get her to go, but Rose helped Kirk handcuff and shackle the little brat, and together they went to the nearest Female Processing Centre.

The Female Registration and Compliance Officers were a pair of sexy blonde teens, barely older than Grace – in fact, Kirk thought they might have gone to school with her.

“It’s normal to become aroused at seeing a female being documented, sir,” said one of the girls.  She unzipped his pants, and reached in and grabbed his cock, lifting it gently into the open.  “Please feel free to masturbate during the procedure.  It’s helpful for a woman to see how much her documentation process arouses the men in her life.”

And she leaned down and gave Kirk a little kiss on the tip of his cock, and if he hadn’t been aroused before, he was now.

“Please remember to not refer to the females by name, or by their relationship to you, during the procedure,” said the girl.  “Don’t call them your wife or daughter.  Use terms like ‘bitch’ and ‘cunt’.”

“I’ll try to remember,” said Kirk, stroking his cock.

He watched as his wife and daughter were stripped naked in front of him.  When Grace tried to resist, and mouth off, and generally behave like a brat, Kirk was satisfied to see one of the pretty young officers slap her face, and spit on her, and then slap her tits, and finally force Grace to thank her for all of it.

The women were strapped down on gynaecological tables, their legs in stirrups.  A tagging gun was pushed into each woman’s cunt, causing her to yelp as a FemTag microchip was embedded in her vaginal walls.  

“You’ll now know where these females are all at times,” one of the officers informed Kirk, “along with their state of arousal, and other biological data.”

Rose kept her pussy shaved, to please Kirk, but Grace still had a fuzz of blonde hair around her pussy, and the officers removed this with tweezers as she shrieked, and then applied a sophisticated laser treatment to stop it growing back.

“Please daddy,” Grace begged.  “Make this stop.”

“Your father doesn’t want to make it stop,” said one of the officers.  “See how hard his cock is?  That’s from enjoying your humiliation and looking at your pussy.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” said Kirk.  “This has to happen.  Try and co-operate.”  And he kept stroking his cock and staring at his daughter’s cunt.

Next, Rose and Grace had their cunts examined, and photographed and measured.  Clamps were applied to their clits, making them scream, and then the officers held vibrators against their pussies until both women were wet.  Then the officers knelt down and began to lick the women’s cunts.

Neither Rose nor Grace had ever had a lesbian experience before, and they went wild when they felt the women’s tongues upon their pussies.  Rose tried to be a good girl, but her limbs went tense and strained against their restraints.  Grace began to scream and buck, pulling wildly at her bonds, but she was held firmly in place.

In time, the officers stopped licking, and made notes of the women’s “cunt taste”.

Then the girls came back to Kirk.

“I’m sorry, sir,” they said.  “Normally we are supposed to have a male officer with us, but given the rush of new documentations, we’re stretched a bit thin.  Do you think you could assist us with some of the duties only a male can perform?”

“Certainly,” said Kirk.  “What do you need?”

“What we need you to do is to put your cock into the cunt of each women, thrust five times, and then remain still for a minute with your cock inside her,” said the prettier of the two girls.  “And then tell us your thoughts about their cunt enjoyability.”

Kirk blushed.  “But Grace is… my daughter.”

“She’s just a cunt, sir,” said the second girl.  “Just a set of holes, like all women.  There’s nothing special or different about any cunt.  If you aren’t able to assist, we’ll have to wait until we can find a male officer to stick their cock into her.”

It was better him than some stranger, thought Kirk, pretending that the mere thought of it wasn’t making his cock ache with desire.

He rose, and started with his wife first.  He pushed his dick inside her, and found her extremely wet.  As directed, he thrusted into her five times, and then held still.  As he waited, he could feel her pussy clenching against his cock, eager for more penetration.

“How is her enjoyability, sir?” asked one of the girls.

“Good,” he said.  “She’s warm and wet and eager.  A little loose though.”

Rose made a squeak of betrayal at this.

And then it was time to do his daughter.

“Daddy…” moaned Grace in fear.

“Shush, baby,” he said.  “Try and be enjoyable, so I can give you a good mark.”

And just like that, he was pushing his cock into his teen daughter’s fuckhole.

And it felt amazing.  She was struggling, and moaning, but ignored that and focused on the sensations.  It took all his willpower not to immediately ejaculate into his daughter’s womb.  He had to take the five thrusts very slowly, to stop them overwhelming his self-control, and it was a battle to stop after only five.  Waiting afterwards, perfectly still in his daughter’s rapehole, was pure torture.  All he wanted to do was keep thrusting until he came.

“How is she, sir?” asked a girl.

“Perfect,’ groaned Kirk.  “So good.  So tight…”

The girls nodded and made notes.

“Based on all examinations, the older bitch will be given a cunt grade of ‘cow’, while the younger bitch will receive a cunt grade of ‘fun’, being the highest grade available,” said one.

The girls moved on to measuring the women’s tits, which involved flipping them over on the tables so that their breasts hung down through holes, and then a lot of measurements, and a lot of abuse with clamps and weights and suction cups.

But Kirk was so close to orgasm that it was lost on him.  He couldn’t help stroking his cock a little more, thinking how good his daughter had felt, and then…

“Fuck,” he said.  “I’m going to cum.”

One of the girls immediately pulled him up from his chair and led him over to his daughter.  She didn’t see him coming – too focused on weights that were currently stretching her nipples agonisingly – and so when the girl slapped Grace on the cheek, her mouth popped open in shock – and the girl pushed Kirk’s ass, so that his cock slipped between his daughter’s lips.

She immediately tried to pull away, but the girl had a grip on her hair, keeping her trapped with her father’s cock in her mouth.

And just like that, Kirk was cumming. He was cumming into his teen daughter’s mouth.  And it was the best thing he had ever experienced.

“Good girl,” he moaned, as he ejaculated into Grace.  He felt her swallowing, and looked down to see that the officer was holding her nose, to force her to do just that.

And then it was done.  He had deposited a full load of cum into his daughter’s belly.

“Say thank you, bitch,” said the officer, slapping Grace’s face.

“Thank you, daddy,” sobbed Grace, through a veil of tears.

“You’re welcome, baby,” said Kirk, stroking her hair.

“Not ‘baby’,” urged one of the officers.  “‘Cunt’, or ‘bitch’.  Try again.”

“You’re welcome, cunt,” said Kirk, and it sounded wrong to him, but at the same time right.

He went and sat down again – but watching the continued objectification of his wife and daughter was too erotic, and soon he was stroking his cock again.

In time, the officers informed him that his wife had “bimbo” tits – which were acceptable – but that his daughter’s were too small, and had been graded as “pointless”, and that she would be required to undergo a breast enhancement within six months to bring them up to an appropriate size.

Kirk thought that Grace would look quite pretty with big, fake tits.

The women were freed from the gynaecological tables, and once again were standing, shivering in the nude.

The officers now invited Kirk to take part again.

“This is a simple attitude test,” said one officer, “to see if these bitches have the proper response to discipline.  Good bitches respond to discipline and abuse with sexual arousal.  What we want you to do is slap them, spit on them, punch their tits, and kick their cunts, and we’ll use the FemTag implants to see how their cunts respond.”

Kirk hesitated.  He had never physically hurt either his wife or his daughter, prior to the election of President Cupcake.  He had only recently slapped his wife during sex, and only because she had expressed it as a fantasy, and Grace’s recent spanking was the first time her father had taken a hand to her in anger.

“It’s okay, darling,” said Rose.  “You can slap me.”

So Kirk did.  He slapped his wife across the face, hard.

“Immediate arousal,” reported one of the officer girls.  “Her cunt liked that.”

So Kirk slapped her again.  And then he slapped his wife’s tits, and the girls reported that Rose liked that as well.  He slapped her tits a few more times, and then, lost in the moment, he spat on her face, and slapped her face again, and then kicked her in the cunt.

By the end Rose was panting with lust, her nipples erect, her face flushed, her pussy visibly dripping with fuckhoney.

“A perfect response,” reported one of the officers.  “Now your daughter, please.”

Rose had wanted to be hit – but Grace did not.  She backed up, raising her arms to defend herself.

“Please, daddy, no,” she begged.

“Lower your arms, cunt,” said Kirk.  His cock was rock-hard now, and his inhibitions were lowered, and he thought it would be very fun indeed to slap his bratty daughter’s face and tits.

When Grace didn’t lower her arms, the officers seized her, and restrained her arms behind her back, noting that her defiance would count against her.

And then Kirk happily slapped his daughter’s face, and punched her (“pointless”) tits, and spat in her face not once but twice, and brought his knee up hard into her newly-hairless twat.

“Very little arousal,” said one of the officers, sadly, looking at her tablet screen.  “She will need to be sent for re-education, to teach her a proper response to discipline.”

“Re-education?” wailed Grace with alarm.

“A simple course, only a couple of weeks,” said the same officer.  “Where you’ll be trained to become sexually aroused from being slapped and abused.  You’ll be much happier once you learn those skills.  After all, your father will be doing this to you regularly, as will any boy you date.”

Kirk shifted awkwardly.  “Wouldn’t it be… abuse… to do that to her?” he asked.

“Oh no,” said the officers immediately.  “Under the new laws, men have the absolute right to discipline any woman they are related to by blood or marriage, or any woman they employ or teach, or any woman they have ejaculated into within the last year, in any way they see fit, up to and including rape.  The government feels it will reduce the load on police to take this more community-oriented approach to the discipline of women.”

“I can… rape my daughter?” asked Kirk.

“Technically it’s not rape, it’s just discipline,” said the officer.  “And absolutely.  Many fathers feel it’s preferable to teach their daughters to submit to rape themselves, rather than have them learn it from the first stranger who rapes them.”

The other officer girl walked up to Kirk and began to stroke his cock.

“You need to understand, sir,” she said, “that this is a new era.  You can slap and hit your wife and daughter, and call them cunts and bitches, and stick your cock into any of their holes whenever you want, for any reason, and there are absolutely no consequences for doing so.  It’s the new normal.”

Kirk tried to make sense of this amazing thought.  He had never even thought about his daughter sexually before the Census – but now the thought of slapping her pretty little face, just because it pleased him to do so, or shoving his cock into her even as she struggled, and raping her until he came, filled him with wild desire.

“If you remember to call them ‘cunt’ and ‘bitch’ instead of their names,” said the other officer, “it’ll be easier to remember that women are objects, not people.”

And then it was time for the women to demonstrate their “sexual aptitude”.  They were instructed to spread their legs and masturbate for Kirk’s entertainment, as Kirk stroked his cock.  He gazed in delight at his wife and daughter as they blushingly parted their pussy lips and rubbed their clits in front of them.

Then the officer girls made Rose and Grace kiss.  They didn’t want to, so Kirk was called upon to call them stupid cunts, and slap them, until they agreed to lock lips for Kirk’s sexual pleasure.  They turned out to be quite skilled lesbian kissers.

Then Grace and Rose had to masturbate each other with their fingers, and finally they were forced to lick each other’s cunts.  

Kirk loved every minute of it.  The look of all-consuming shame and self-disgust on Rose’s face as she orgasmed from her daughter’s tongue was beautiful.  The way Grace struggled and cried as her mother licked her out was even better – but not so good as seeing Grace orgasm against her mother’s face, despite all her struggle.

Kirk thought that both women needed more practice in licking each other’s pussies – something that he hoped to arrange when he took them both home.

Ultimately, both Rose and Grace were required to demonstrate their sexual skills on him, and he sighed with enjoyment as each in turn were required to stroke his cock and masturbate him, and then wrap their tits around his cock to give him a titfuck.  Kirk lost control when Grace began to rub his cock between her small tits, and he felt himself orgasm, shooting sperm across his daughter’s face and tits.

They didn’t let Grace clean it off.  She had to sit there with her father’s cum dripping off her face until Kirk had once again become hard enough to continue.

And then Kirk had to test each of the women’s holes.  He started by forcing his cock into Rose’s ass.  It wasn’t the first time she had had anal sex with him, and she moaned in pleasure as he gave her several exploratory thrusts.  Then he pulled out, and pushed his cock into her mouth, enjoying her disgusted expression as she tasted her own ass on his dick.  And then finally he fucked her cunt, and he kept fucking her until he had cum inside her.

There was a further wait for Kirk to achieve erection again, before it was Grace’s turn.

Grace did not want to fuck her father.  In fact, she did her best to fight, with her hands bound, and run, and hide in the corners of the room.  Kirk had to chase her, and grab her, and slap her face and tits.

“Stop struggling, you little cunt,” he grunted.  He had to forcibly bend her over one of the gyno tables, and spit on her ass, before forcing his cock into her virgin anus, which *really* made her cry.  

She was deliciously tight, and Kirk fucked her ass for a full five minutes before pulling out, grabbing her hair, and forcing her head down on his cock.  She squealed and gagged as he shoved his dick as far down her throat as it would go, and he took the opportunity to once again call her a cunt and encourage her to submit.

And then, finally, he pulled her up, threw her onto the gyno table, spread her legs, and began to fuck her cunt.  This wasn’t just five thrusts and then holding still.  This was a rape, and he slapped her as he raped her, because it was fun to do so.  All societal taboos had been cancelled.  All legal consequences had been removed.  He could do this to his daughter, and there was absolutely no reason not to.  Her consent and opinions were irrelevant.  She was a hole for him to rape.

And ejaculating into his daughter’s pussy was the best thing he had ever experienced.  It felt so good that he knew he would be doing it again and again over coming weeks.  And the way that she hated it – the way that she struggled and begged and cried and screamed – just seemed to make it better.

“You know, sir,” said one of the officers, “for a very reasonable fee, your daughter can be sent to a month-long intensive training course that will give her a sexual fetish for being raped by her father.  She’ll come to worship your cock and love your abuse.”

“Oh, no,” said Kirk.  “I kind of like that she hates it.  This is fine.  She’s been such a brat for so long that she honestly deserves this.”

“Very good, sir,” said the girls, and began their final calculation of the results.

In the end, Rose was found to be a very suitable woman, with the officers’ only recommendation being that Kirk seek drugs to start her lactating again so that her tits could be more useful.

But Grace was lacking in several respects.  Kirk talked with the officers, and mapped out a full re-education program for his daughter, that would include the surgical enlargement of her tits, training to help her sexualise her abuse and become aroused by pain, and a general attitude adjustment to help her understand that she was not, and never had been, a thinking human being with rights and dignity, but rather a sub-human sextoy for men like her father to ejaculate into.  Kirk would have two weeks with her at home, to enjoy his new access to her cunt, before she departed for her program of upgrades.

Kirk saw no reason to let the women dress again after the procedure.  They looked pretty naked.  And on the way out of the documentation centre, Kirk stopped at the gift shop to buy a collar and leash for each of his bitches, and an electroshock buttplug that he thought might be a fun toy for training his daughter.  When he got to their car, he made the women get into the boot – the appropriate place to transport an object – in a 69 position with their faces in each other’s cunts.

And as he drove home with his female property, Kirk felt very positive about the future, which he could now see was very bright and sunny for all men – and for all women, once they learned their new place…

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