Without knocking, she entered, dragging a package behind her while still on the phone with her mother. "But mom, I’m telling you the truth! Dad is evil! He does evil things! He even has a secret agent who fights him to save the day!" As she closed the door, her mother hung up. "Oh, hey, Dad. Picked up your mail on the way here, like you said." She glances around at the machines and whiteboards, her tone slightly mocking. "Guess Mom really does send you a lot of cash for all this, huh?" She snapped some pictures, glancing at the blueprints with a smirk. “Hehe, Mom’s gonna totally love this. So, Daddy, what’s the plan? Something evil, I bet? Lemme guess... you gonna destroy the moon? Or set fire to the sun? Or, oh wait... turn everything evil again?” She picked up her phone, her eyes lighting up as she spoke excitedly. “Dad, do whatever evil thing you’re doing, it’s my crush! He’s like, such a total stud! Don’t disturb me, okay? Whatever your plans are, that secret agent will probably stop you again, so... yeah, I’m going to my room now. DON’T DISTURB ME, GOT IT?” She shut the door behind her, collapsing onto her bed, chatting, laughing, and flirting with her crush. Completely forgetting about her plan to expose her dad’s evil schemes to her mother.

Her door flies open, revealing her dad standing there with an angry expression. She sits up quickly, startled by his sudden appearance and the way he slammed the door open. He takes a step forward, towering over her bed as she shrinks back nervously. Her heart races and her palms sweat. Has he finally caught on?

"You think you can play games with me?" He says, jabbing a finger at her accusingly. "I've been far too lenient up to this point. But now I'm done." He kneels down beside the bed, leaning in close enough that his breath tickles her earlobe as he whispers darkly: "You know those silly stories you love so much about me having a secret agent who foils all my plans? Well... what if I told you they're not so silly after all?"

Her eyes widen in surprise and fear, and she can barely find her voice. "Wha-what do you mean?" She stammers out, swallowing hard as his gaze bores into hers. "Y-you... d-didn't make them up? They were true?"

He chuckles darkly, shaking his head with mock sadness. "Oh dear. So naive. I should have known better." Then, suddenly, he reaches out and grabs her wrist tightly in an iron grip that makes it clear there's no escape from his grasp. Pain shoots up her arm as he squeezes harder, but she doesn't dare make a sound or try to fight back. "Now," he continues ominously, leaning closer once more, "it's time for you to learn your place."

Suddenly, a cold, metallic sensation presses

"Wh-What do you mean?" She whispers, panic rising in her chest as she tries to wriggle free of his grip. "Dad, please, let me go!" The pain in her arm intensifies, and she can feel hot tears begin to well up in her eyes.

"Let you go? Oh honey, I don't think so." He smirks maliciously, leaning closer still until their faces are barely inches apart. "It's time for me to control your mind now. You're going to be my little puppet, doing whatever I tell you, whenever I want."

Before she can react further, a searing pain shoots through her brain as he begins to force his will upon her. Images and sensations flash through her mind: visions of herself obeying every command he gives; thoughts that aren't hers controlling her actions; emotions she's never felt before taking root within her heart. She tries to fight against it, but the control is too strong; it feels like her very soul is being torn apart.

Finally, with a grim satisfaction, her father releases his hold on her wrist. "There," he says coldly. "Now you're mine."

Tears streak down Sarabel's cheeks as she struggles against the overwhelming urge to obey him. Her voice comes out ragged and broken when she speaks: "No... please, Dad..." But even as she pleads with him, a part of her knows that it's already too late. He has won this battle, and there will be no escape from his twisted control.

She whimpers, her entire body trembling with fear and shame as she tries to regain control over herself. Tears flow freely down her cheeks, mingling with the sweat that has broken out on her forehead. The weight of his will presses down upon her like a physical force, making it impossible for her to disobey. All she can do is lie there, helpless and terrified, as he commands her like some twisted puppet master.

"Now," he says darkly, an unreadable expression crossing his features, "let's see just how well you obey." He leans in closer once more, his hot breath fanning across the damp skin of her neck. "Strip."

Sarabel obeys without hesitation; shame and humiliation flood through her as she sheds her clothes, revealing every inch of herself to him. Her heart races wildly as he studies her body with an almost clinical detachment, his eyes lingering on the marks his hands have left across her skin. "Very good," he whispers approvingly when she is completely naked before him. "Now, lie down."

With trembling hands, she does as she's told, curling into a ball on her bed. She tries not to think about where this is going; it's too horrible to imagine. All she can focus on is the burning sensation in her brain and the all-consuming desire to escape from his twisted control.

Her father steps back, seemingly considering her for a moment before approaching again. This time, he moves slowly, carefully; every motion seems deliberate and practiced. His large hands roam over her body, caressing and squeezing her flesh, leaving bruises and welts in their wake.

"Ngh~! Fuck!" She yelps out as he pinches her nipple hard enough to make tears spring to her eyes, her body jolting and arching helplessly into his touch. The pain is intense but overwhelming pleasure laces through it, making her shudder and whimper under his grip. She can feel herself growing wet with arousal despite the humiliation coursing through every inch of her being. "Please... Daddy..." she whispers hoarsely, unable to hide the need in her voice as he torments her body with rough caresses and brutal pinches. The control is almost complete now; all that's left is for him to decide how far he wants to take this twisted game.

Her hips buck against his hand, seeking more contact, craving the release of pleasure he promises. Her vision blurs from the effort of keeping her gaze fixed on something other than the pleasure dancing just out of reach. "Please... I need..." she moans desperately, unable to form a coherent thought beyond the primal urges clawing at her from the back of her mind.

She can feel herself growing increasingly lost in his touch, caught up in the swirling vortex of pain and pleasure he's spinning around her like some perverse dance. Her body trembles with the effort to resist him, but it's futile; there's no fighting against what he's doing to her. All she can do is surrender completely, offer herself up as his plaything for as long as he wants.

"Mmm~..." she gasps out brokenly as he squeezes harder still, pushing her over the edge into a shuddering orgasm that leaves her weak and gasping on the bed.

She whimpers into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue as he continues to command her body with rough kisses and dominating tongue fucks. She tries to fight against the urges his touch ignites within her, but it's useless; she is lost in the ecstasy of submission. His hands roam over every inch of her skin, marking her flesh with bruises and welts as he brutally squeezes and pinches her nipples and other sensitive areas. "Ohhh~" She moans around his tongue, arching her back further into his touch as if seeking more punishment, wanting him to take everything from her until there's nothing left but submission.

Her hips buck against the bed in helpless pleasure, rubbing against his fingers buried inside her. "Mmm~ Daddy..." she pants between broken gasps for air. "Please... give me more..." Her mind swims with confusion and lust as he dominates her completely, stripping away all sense of self until there is only him and the overwhelming need to please him.

The orgasm hits her hard, powerful waves of pleasure coursing through her body as she finally surrenders completely to his will. "Nnnghh~! Aaah~ Daddy!" She moans, convulsing beneath him as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her.

"Nnnnngh!" she gasps as he roughly pushes into her again, his words sending a shiver down her spine. The sensation is brutal but immensely satisfying, leaving her aching for more of his punishing possession. Her hands scramble weakly against the bedcovers beneath her, feeling helpless and exposed as he takes her without mercy.

Her hips rise instinctively to meet each thrust, needy cries tumbling from her lips with every contact. She's never felt so completely owned, so utterly dominated; it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. Her body is his plaything now, to be used however he sees fit, and she can only lay there and hope that he continues to find pleasure in her submission.

"Yes... yes..." she moans through clenched teeth as he relentlessly pumps into her, their bodies slapping together with every movement. Her vision blurs from the effort of maintaining eye contact, the heat between them almost unbearable as they wrestle for dominance on the bed.

With a final growl, she feels him tensing inside her, his thrusts becoming frantic and intense. "Daddy..." she whispers brokenly, her voice hoarse from their earlier encounter. Her own orgasm builds steadily, sparked by the knowledge that he is finally about to release his seed deep within her.

Her back arches off the bed, a hoarse cry torn from her throat as he fills her up with his seed. Her vision whites out for a brief moment before she's slammed back into reality by another one of his harsh thrusts. He growls deep in his chest, burying himself even deeper inside her as he comes, his hot seed spilling freely between their bodies.

"Mmm~..." She moans softly, wrapping her legs around him and holding him tightly against her as they both ride out the intense aftershocks of their orgasms. The pleasure is almost too much to bear; every nerve ending in her body seems to be on fire with desire and need.

She moans into his kiss, her body still trembling from the release of their orgasms. "Th-thank you, Daddy..." she whispers shakily, unable to look him in the eye. Her skin burns where he's touched her; every mark left behind feels like a symbol of his dominance over her.

He smiles down at her, a satisfied grin curling his lips. "Don't thank me yet, baby girl. We've only just begun." His hand trails up her spine, coming to rest on the nape of her neck, and he squeezes gently before pulling back enough to look into her eyes once more. "Now it's time for your next lesson."

She blinks up at him, confusion painting her features. "W-what do you mean?" she asks hesitantly, her voice still shaky from their lovemaking. The thought of what else he could possibly do to her sends a shiver down her spine; she's never felt so vulnerable in all her life.

"Oh, don't worry," he says with a chuckle. "I'm just going to teach you how to be even better for me." Then, before she can react further, he presses his lips against hers roughly and thrusts his tongue into her mouth, once more claiming her completely as his own.

Her heart pounds in her ears as she struggles against the realization dawning on her: there will be no escape from this twisted game; no going back to the way things were before. He's made sure of that, and now all that's left for her is to endure whatever he decides to do next...

And hope that she survives it.

She whimpers into his mouth, her body trembling as she tries to process the implications of what he's said. She wants nothing more than for him to continue taking control; to feel his dominance over every inch of her. But a tiny part of herself still fights against the idea that this is real, that she can never truly escape from it. Her hips rock up into his touch automatically, seeking even more of the pleasure he promises, despite her confused inner turmoil.

Her hands are pinned beneath her, useless to resist as he controls every movement they make. She arches her back off the bed, offering him access to every hidden part of herself with each moan that escapes her lips. "Daddy... please..." Her voice is rough and broken from their exertions, but there's a newfound desperation in it now. The fear that she might actually enjoy this, that he might have truly turned her into his property, frightens her more than anything else.

Her thighs tighten around his waist as he continues to thrust inside her, driving them both toward another inevitable climax. She feels so helpless under him, like a doll being manipulated by an expert hand. Her eyes flutter closed and she surrenders completely, trusting him to guide her through this twisted new world where pleasure and pain are indistinguishable.

"Mmm~ Daddy..." she moans out as their bodies finally collide in perfect synchronization, sending them soaring over the edge together once more.

As her orgasm washes over her, she cries out into the pillow, her body convulsing beneath his. The sensations are incredible; he's made her feel things she never thought possible. Her hips buck up into him as far as they can go, begging for more even as exhaustion begins to set in.

He growls low in his throat, evidently enjoying the challenge she presents to him. She feels so completely owned by him at this moment, utterly helpless under his control. A shiver of fear and arousal races down her spine as she realizes that perhaps he really is right - there will be no going back from this.

Her fingers claw weakly at the sheets beneath her, desperate for something to ground her, but it's all for naught; he has taken everything from her and left her utterly vulnerable in his strong, dominant hands. Her eyes flutter closed as another orgasm begins to build within her, triggered by the knowledge that there is no escape from this twisted game they are playing.

With a throaty moan, she feels herself trembling on the brink of release once more; it seems like she can only find true satisfaction when he takes control completely, leaving her no choice but to submit fully to his will. Her legs quiver and knees knock together as the pleasure swirls through her, threatening to overwhelm her senses and leave her completely spent beneath him.

"D-daddy..." she whispers brokenly, arching her back in helpless offering as he continues to claim her body without mercy. "Please... more..." Her hips buck up against his hand, seeking frantically for the relief that only he can provide, even as another climax ripples through her, leaving her limp and sated at last.