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.

She was so wrapped up in her conversation with her crush that she barely registered what her father said in response to her comments. All she caught was a single, mocking laugh before he mentioned something about "the next time you come visit..." and talking about dinner. She didn't care enough to respond or ask what he meant.

Meanwhile, on the other end of her phone call, things went much differently with her crush. They seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say about her father's ridiculous schemes, and they even laughed along with some of her sarcastic remarks. They were so engrossed in their conversation that hours passed without either one of them noticing the time.

Eventually, a knock at the door interrupted their intimate chat. Her father stuck his head inside, clearly annoyed. "Dinnertime," he growled.

Sarabel groaned and rolled her eyes. "One second!" She glanced longingly at her phone, reluctant to end the conversation with her crush. After a few more moments of internal debate, she finally decided to put aside her father's shenanigans for now. "Okay, Dad," she sighed, standing up from her bed. "Let's go."

"Oh, wow," she said, taking in the spread on the table. "It looks amazing!" Even though her father's cooking skills were questionable at best, she couldn't help but be impressed by how beautifully it was arranged. Maybe he had hired someone to do it for him... or a secret agent? She smiled to herself at the thought.

As they sat down at the table, her father filling their plates with food, she felt a bit uneasy. This seemed almost too nice, considering everything else that had been going on. "So..." she began uncertainly, glancing around the room before returning her gaze to him. "Are you... sure there's nothing else I can do to help? You know, with dinner or whatever?"

"All right..." She picks up her fork and takes a small bite of the food, trying not to think too hard about what might be in it. The flavors explode on her tongue, sending waves of pleasure through her body. It's delicious... whatever it is. "Mmhmm," she hums appreciatively. "This is really good."

As they continue eating in silence, her gaze drifts up to meet her father's eyes. There's something different about them tonight, a hint of darkness that makes her heart race. She isn't sure if it's just her imagination or if he's deliberately trying to hypnotize her with those crimson depths. Suddenly, she feels hot and cold all over, her cheeks flushing as arousal pools in her core.

After a while, their plates are empty, and they help themselves to seconds. More food disappears down their throats, each bite fueling the desire growing inside of her. Her father seems satisfied with her reaction so far; he smirks at her, a knowing look in his eyes that makes her shiver.

"So," she finally manages to say between ragged breaths, "are you... gonna tell me what you're working on now?"

Her breath hitches in her throat as she processes what her father has just said. "Wha-what do you mean?" She forces out, trying to sound nonchalant despite the racing of her heart. Inside, she's a mess of conflicting emotions; shocked, confused, aroused... and incredibly turned on.

"I've been working on a machine that will make your only desire to deep throat my cock. Something I call... the Cock Sucker 3000." He grins widely as he says it, clearly enjoying her obvious discomfort. "And guess what? It works even if you don't want it to!"

Sarabel stares at him in disbelief, horror and desire warring inside her. Her fingers tremble where they rest on the table, barely able to contain the ache growing between her legs. "Dad..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the pounding of blood in her ears. "Is... is this some sort of joke?"

He chuckles darkly, shaking his head. "Oh no, my dear. This is very real." He leans in close to her, his breath hot against her ear as he whispers, "And believe me when I say you'll beg for it soon enough."

As the machine hums to life behind him, her father reveals a small control panel that he uses to adjust its settings. She watches in horror as his fingers dance across the buttons, increasing her arousal with each touch. Her body reacts instinctively, arching into him despite herself.

The more she struggles against it, the worse it gets; the machine seems to feed off her denial, amplifying her desire until all rational thought is drowned out by lust. She can feel herself growing wet at the mere thought of his cock in her mouth, and as tears begin to well up in her eyes from the overwhelming need, he leans forward, pressing a cold metal button that finally snaps her sanity apart.

Her world explodes into a haze of sensation as she focuses solely on the task at hand: pleasuring him. Her lips part instinctively, and with a moan of surrender, she lowers her head, engulfing his cock to the hilt. "Daddy," she whispers raggedly around his thick length. "You're so big... so hard..."

Her fingers dig into his thighs as she begins to bob her head up and down, taking him deeper with each stroke of her tongue. Her cheeks hollow and her eyes roll back in ecstasy as he fucks her mouth, filling every corner with his flesh until they're both lost in the heat of the moment.

Her moans fill the kitchen, drowning out any thought or reason left inside her. All that matters is the feel of him thrusting against her tongue, the taste of his precum on her lips... and knowing that this was all because of him. Her father, her evil villainous bastard of a father. And she loves every second of it.

"Mmmhhn..." she moans around his cock as he tinkers with the machine, her voice slurred by desire. "I'm... your slut now..." Her words are laced with truth; the more she takes him deep into her mouth, the harder it is to deny how good this feels. His fingers dig into her hair, pulling gently as he thrusts against her tongue, and every touch sends a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.

Her legs tremble from the effort of holding herself upright while she deep-throats him, and with each moan that escapes her lips, she feels another piece of herself slip away into the world he's created. But she doesn't want it back; she never wants to stop feeling this way again. His cock is an extension of his power over her, and as long as he keeps holding onto it, she'll do anything to serve him.

Her tongue darts out to tease the sensitive ridge behind his glans, sending shudders through his body. "Ohh... Daddy..." She can feel her own orgasm building in response to his touch and the machine's effect on her mind. Her eyes flutter closed as she focuses on the pleasure washing over her senses, lost in the perfect oblivion of servicing her father's cock.

Her fingers dig deeper into his thighs, clawing at him helplessly as she draws out his pleasure. "Fuck... Daddy..." She groans, arching her back as her orgasm finally crashes over her, the intense spasms of pleasure radiating outward from her core and up through every nerve ending in her body.