(Author’s Note: This story is only two parts long, and they’re both already written. The second part will be later this week. It was originally written as a single story, but noting that it’s over twice the length of a normal story I’ve opted to split it.)
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Eliza’s father Henry didn’t want to buy the old house, and neither did her older brother Zane, but Eliza convinced them.
“It’s so *cheap*,” she said, “and it’s so *huge*. We can’t pass up a deal like this.”
Her father, who had been a single father to his children for most of their lives, was unconvinced.
“But Eliza, what about its history?” he asked.
The house’s history was problematic, certainly. Two men had lived here, but three years ago they were arrested. It came out that they had abducted a beautiful young local woman and held her captive in the house for nearly ten years, abusing and training her until she became an obedient sex slave to their every whim. The truth only came to light when she died of a congenital heart defect, and the brothers had tried to hide her body.
“History is history, dad,” said Eliza. “And in this case it’s history that makes the house cheap. And it’s not like they kept that poor girl in a *closet*. Have you seen the slave room? It’s huge – almost as big as the master bedroom. I’m taking it as my bedroom.”
“Eliza, the bed that they kept her on is still there,” said her father. “And it’s… very concerning. It still has shackles on the bedposts.”
“Please, dad?” begged Eliza. “Please? Otherwise we’ll have to buy some tiny hovel. Please?”
And Eliza was 18, and absolutely gorgeous, and something of a spoiled brat, and just like every time that she turned on her charm and pushed her large breasts together with her arms, she got what she wanted.
So they moved in, and Eliza took the slave quarters as her room.
And the trouble started on the very first night.
Eliza woke to the feeling that she wasn’t in control of her body. She was getting out of bed, and removing the negligee and panties she was sleeping in, until she was nude.
Was she doing this? She tried to stop, but she couldn’t. Was this a dream?
Now she was walking out of her bedroom, completely nude, and down the corridor. She reached her father’s room, and opened the door, and went inside.
She shivered and blushed. She was completely naked in her father’s bedroom. She wanted to turn around and go back to bed, but she didn’t seem to be able to.
Now she went to her father’s bed and gently drew back the covers from his sleeping form. Her father slept in the nude, and now, for maybe the first time in her life, Eliza was looking at her father’s exposed cock.
Was this a nightmare? What was happening?
And then she felt herself kneeling by the bed, and leaning forward – and before she knew it, she was placing her mouth on her father’s cock, and then taking it into her mouth, and beginning to suck.
It grew hard immediately, and Eliza tasted pre-cum. Part of her was horrified by what she was doing – but part of her was delighted by the taste of his dick. She was making her Master happy. She was a good girl. She wouldn’t need to have her cunt spanked and her tits beaten. She was being good.
She continued to suck – and after a bit her father’s eyes opened.
She braced for him to jerk away, or ask what was happening, or call her a slut – but instead he just watched her sucking on him. She looked back, submissively pleasuring his dick, and made no sound.
After a while he reached down and placed his hand on the back of her head, and drew her face closer to his groin, and then he began to buck his hips against her face.
It didn’t take long before he was cumming into her mouth.
Eliza swallowed.
Good girl, she thought.
She withdrew her lips from her father’s cock, looked into his eyes again, and then rose and left the room.
She went back to her own bedroom, got out a pair of scissors, and began to cut up her clothes. She started with all of her underwear. She destroyed all her dresses and pants. She kept her skirts, but cut the hems of all of them so that they wouldn’t fully cover her pussy. She kept some skirts but either cut them so that they would leave her underboob showing, or cut out circles so that they wouldn’t cover her breasts.
Then she got back into bed and fell asleep.
In the morning, she wanted to believe it had all been a nightmare – but all her clothes were still destroyed. She ran to the bathroom before anyone else woke, and wrapped a towel around her. When her father and brother woke, she told them that they had to move out.
“I was wrong,” she said. “I was possessed by some kind of ghost. I couldn’t control myself. I cut up all my clothes and…”
She paused. Her father hadn’t said anything about last night. Nor did she want to admit to her brother that she had sucked her father’s cock.
“And?” prompted her father.
“And… I just think we should leave,” she finished awkwardly.
“Are you insane?” said her brother. “We just got here.”
“Zane’s right, honey,” said her father. “We spent all our money on this house. It would be financially ruinous for us to try and reverse the sale, or move house, now. I’m afraid we’re committed.”
There was something strange in his voice as he said this. And his eyes weren’t on his daughter’s face, but rather her bust, concealed only by the bathtowel.
“You’re probably just having some mental breakdown,” said her brother. “Some slut reaction that makes you cut up your clothes.”
“That’s not a nice thing to say, Zane,” chided her father, “but yes, obviously there’s not a *ghost*. You’re probably just having trouble adjusting to the move, honey.”
“But I’ve got nothing to *wear*!” Eliza whined.
“I’m afraid with all the costs of the move we don’t have any money to buy you new clothes, honey,” said her father. “But Zane can lend you some for now.”
Zane grudgingly gave his sister an oversized T-shirt that nearly came down to her knees. He also tried to lend her some men’s underwear, but Zane’s hips were so much bigger than Eliza’s that the underpants simply wouldn’t stay up, so she ended up having to go without.
That night, she went to bed – and a few hours later, she rose, once again feeling an outside power controlling her body.
The first thing she did was cut up Zane’s shirt. Then, once again, she went to her father’s bedroom, drew back his bedsheets, and began to suck his cock.
Her father woke almost immediately, and grabbed her head, and vigorously facefucked her until he reached orgasm. Once again, she swallowed, and rose without saying a word, and left.
This time, instead of going back to her bedroom, she went to her brother’s bedroom. Like her father, Zane also slept naked. Eliza trembled at the idea that she was going to suck her brother’s dick too – but instead, she found herself getting into bed with him, lying next to him, her naked body against his.
Her hand went to his dick and began to stroke it. It hardened at her touch, and then she began to pump it, masturbating her brother. At the same time, her lips went to his, and she found herself kissing Zane passionately.
He woke up.
“What is this?” he said, breaking off the kiss.
“Sssh,” Eliza heard herself say. “This is what I’m for. Just enjoy it.”
She wanted him to protest and push her away. This was her own brother.
But instead he relaxed, and let her masturbate him, and after a moment he kissed her again.
When the kiss was over, she said, “I cut up your shirt. I’m sorry. You should punish me tomorrow. I don’t deserve clothes.”
He laughed at that. After a bit, he said, “Fuck, I’m going to cum.”
“Do you want to cum in my mouth, or on my face, or on my tits?” asked Eliza.
“On your face,” her brother replied.
And so Eliza brought her face down to his groin, and aimed his cock at her face, and pumped his dick until he splattered his cum all over her eyes and cheeks and mouth.
Then she went back to bed, making no effort to clean her brother’s spunk off her, and went to sleep.
In the morning, she once again woke before her father and brother, back in control of her own actions, and she ran to the bathroom to clean her brother’s sperm off her face, and find a towel to cover herself with.
When her father and brother rose, and it became clear that she had destroyed Zane’s shirt, her father was angry.
“You can’t keep doing this, Eliza,” he told her.
“I’m not giving her any more of my clothes,” said Zane. He paused, and looked at her, and then added, “And I think she should be punished.”
Henry stared at his daughter with lust, and said, “I agree. Eliza, you can make do with the clothes that you have left for yourself. Go and dress in whatever clothes you still have.”
Eliza didn’t want to, but she could hardly stay in her room for the rest of her life, and so after a while she emerged in a tiny miniskirt that was little more than a belt and a shirt that only came down as far as her nipples. She was aware that her pussy and ass were on full display, and she hated it.
“And now for the punishment,” said her father.
“I thought this *was* the punishment!” Eliza objected.
“She needs to be spanked,” said Zane.
“That’s right,” said her father. “Bend over.”
Eliza awkwardly bent forward over the kitchen table, not believing that this was really happening.
But it was. SMACK! Her father hit her ass with his open hand. SMACK! SMACK!
Eliza wanted to cry. Not because it hurt – although it did hurt – but because this was her father smacking her bare ass as though she were a child. Her father, whose cock she had sucked twice.
And also because she was becoming aware it felt good. Each blow sent vibrations through her buttocks and her groin – and she could feel her cunt getting wet.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Her father gave her thirty hard swats on the ass, and then stopped.
“I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Eliza,” he said. “I want you to apologise for being a slut and thank me for punishing you.”
Was this for real? But Zane and her father were treating it like it was.
“Thank you for smacking me, daddy,” she said. “And… I’m sorry for being a slut.”
That night when she woke, she took her phone and placed it so it could record her in her bed. Then she spread her legs and masturbated nude until she was on the edge of orgasm – and then she sent the video she had just made to her father and brother.
Then she got out of bed and went to her father.
He was already awake tonight. The covers were thrown back and his dick was rock hard.
She climbed up on the bed and began to stroke his cock with her hand.
“Do you want to fuck me, daddy?” she purred. “You don’t need to say it. Just twitch your dick if you do.”
His dick jerked violently in her hand.
“If you want to fuck me, you have to force me,” she whispered. “Don’t let me say no. Do it during the day. I won’t tell anyone, I promise. I want it.”
And then she climbed atop him in a 69 position, her cunt near his face, and she began to suck his dick.
After a while she felt his tongue on her pussy, parting her pussy lips, licking from her fuckhole to her clitoris.
She burned with shame. Her own daddy was licking her cunt. And it felt good.
She orgasmed before her father did. And then she orgasmed again when he filled her mouth with his cum.
In her mind, something told her that this was good. She was making everything right. She had been trained so long to understand that her place was as a slave. She had been beaten whenever she had considered any purpose for her life other than being a fucktoy. The thought of freedom and dignity brought fear and shame. It wasn’t right that Eliza’s father and brother treated her like a person. They must see her as she truly was – their slave to use and abuse.
And as much as Eliza – the real Eliza – hated those thoughts, she couldn’t banish them.
Now she found herself rising and walking down the passageway to her brother’s room. He was asleep, but he woke when Eliza put her mouth on his cock and began to suck. As with her father, he raised no objection to her oral ministrations, and soon her brother, too, was filling her mouth with his cum.
And then she returned to bed, and slept the sleep of a fuckdoll who knows she has done her duty.
In the morning, her father and brother were already awake. Eliza dressed in another tiny miniskirt, and another top that left her underboob on display, and left her room for breakfast.
Her father was looking at his phone.
“Eliza,” he said. “Did you send us these slutty videos?”
She had. She remembered, with a burst of shame.
“No,” she lied.
“Don’t lie to me, Eliza,” said her father. “Who else could possibly have done it?”
Eliza swallowed. “I know you’re not going to believe me, but… there’s something in this house, dad. I think it’s a ghost… the ghost of the abducted girl. At night she makes me… do things.”
Her father didn’t ask what “things” it made her do. He knew. So did her brother. And she could see in his eyes a flicker of sudden belief and understanding. He had to have been wondering why his daughter was suddenly sucking his cock. Honestly, it made more sense that she was possessed by a ghost than that she was suddenly giving in to incestuous fantasies.
But he didn’t *want* to believe. Because if he did, the only rational response would be to leave the house immediately.
And if he did that, his daughter might stop sucking his cock.
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She kept some skirts but either cut them so that they would leave her underboob showing, or cut out circles so that they wouldn’t cover her breasts.
skirts should be shirts
There is a typo in the cover: it says Part 10 instead of Part 1.