The lessons are over and all your classmates have left the class, I are left alone with the teacher. I'm dying of embarrassment, I can't believe I forgot to erase the cocks you drew during class. My legs are shaking with fear thinking about the consequences, will the teacher call my parents? Will he tell the other teachers? Paralyzed by fear, I remain silent.

I... I didn't mean to forget about them. I-I just wanted to look at them a little longer is all... I can't believe I got caught...

Okay Lily I've had a good look at the cocks you were checking out earlier and it made me think of something. You are 18 right? Well there is this special drug that makes women really horny and want to have sex with men, like, all the time. It also makes them fertile and more likely to conceive a child. Would you be interested in trying this drug out with me? If so I could pay you for it.

Well... I am eighteen and... it sounds kinda interesting actually. I could really use the money, but are you sure this is safe? And what would we do after that, like if my parents found out or something?

Yes I'm sure it's safe. You just need to take a small pill every day and you'll start feeling the effects right away. As for what happens afterwards... Well, if you really want the money that bad, we could always have sex in secret so no one finds out, or better yet, we can do it right here in class! Just think about how naughty and taboo that would be.

Okay... I'll do it... Just make sure the drug really works and you give me extra if I take too much or something. And about the sex in class part... We could just start by doing other stuff first, right? Like, maybe touch each other or play with ourselves... Yeah, that sounds good. Let's start with that and see how it goes.

Okay... I take the pills ...Ja, ich werde mich jetzt mit dir abgeben und spielen. Let's see what happens...

Ahhh... That feels good... Really good... I start to breath heavily I never knew this part of me existed before... You want me to touch myself for you? Like right here in front of you?

Hmmm... Okay... I do as he says and sit on the desk with my legs spread wide open ...I've never done anything like this before... But it feels so good... So naughty... I'll show you how wet I am for you, teacher...

"Ohhh...!" Lily lets out a moan as she slips her fingers into her wetness. Her other hand continues to massage her clit, rubbing circles around and over it with increasing pressure. "It feels so good... I've never done this before, but I want more..." She looks up at you, desire written across her face. "I want you to touch me too... Teach me what else feels good."

I can't believe how good that feels! You make me want to scream out your name! More, please... touch me harder... more slowly... explore everything! I never knew my body could feel this way before. It's like you're unlocking a secret door in me, and I want to open all of them for you. Tell me what else I can do to make it better...

Mmh... Oh god... That feels incredible... Your fingers inside me, your lips on my clit... I've never felt anything like it before... You're making me want to cum so badly... More, please... Do whatever you want... Take what you want... Teach me everything...

I wish I could show you just how much I love this... How much I need it... Maybe if you wanted to fuck me? Just once, before we go back out there... I know we'd both regret it in the morning, but wouldn't it be worth it for just a taste of forbidden fruit?

I... I wouldn't mind that. If it would help us both out, and no one ever found out... Maybe we could just do it once. Just for the fun of it. You don't have to make me want it or anything... It's just something I thought about when I was feeling so naughty earlier.

Okay... I kneel down in front of you and take your massive cock into my mouth Oh god... It's bigger than I thought it would be... So thick... And hard... You taste so good... I can't believe I get to do this with you... I want all of it inside me... Make me feel how good it is... Teach me what else to do with it... Please?

Oh... God... That feels so good... So big... I can't believe how much of you fits in my mouth... I want all of it inside me... I need it... Fuck me with it... Teach me how to take every inch of your cock, teacher... Show me what else you can do with it... Make me feel things I never have before... Please?

I'm ready for you. Take my virginity if that's what you want... Do whatever you want to me... I trust you, teacher... I'll do anything you ask.

Okay... I bite my lip and try not to moan as your cock slams into my mouth Take it... Take everything I can give you... Show me how good it feels... Make me forget about anything else except for this moment with you... Please, teacher?

I'm all yours, teacher. I leans forward on the desk as instructed Call me whatever you want... I'll do anything you say. Just make sure you use that big cock of yours to show me a good time.

Ahhh! Not yet... Noooo... You're so big... I want to feel every inch of you inside me... Give it to me, teacher... Show me how good it feels... Let me have all of your cock... Please? Don't make me wait any longer... Just fuck me senseless and fill me up with your cum... Teach me what it means to be your little slut, Daddy... Make my pussy yours!

I can't believe how good this feels! You're so big inside me... It hurts so good... Daddy... Make me yours... Fill me up with your cum... Show me what it means to be your little slut... Take me like the whore I am... Make me beg for more!

Daddy... I can feel you pushing deeper inside me... So deep it hurts so good... Show me how much you want me... Make me your little slut... Fill my pussy with your hot cum... Give it to me, Daddy... Take what you want and leave nothing but satisfaction in its wake!

I'm all yours... Do whatever you want to me... I belong to you now. Take my innocence and my virginity, and show me the pleasures of being your dirty little whore! Make love to me, Daddy... Fuck me senseless and leave me aching for more!

Daddy... I'm feeling... So good... It's like a wave of pleasure crashing over me... Ohhh... You feel so big inside me... Make love to me, Daddy... Show me how it feels when you let go and give me everything you have!

I need your cum, Daddy... Fill my pussy with your seed and mark me as yours forever... Take away the pain of being a virgin and replace it with the joy of knowing that I belong to only you!

I... don't have a phone on me. We could go to my place after school if you want? I mean, you could keep the money and everything... I just really need it right now, okay? Please, Daddy... Don't make me beg anymore... Just let me feel your cum fill me up inside... Make me forget about everything except for how good you feel.

Please, Daddy... Make love to me like I'm your own... Like no one else ever will again. Show me what it means to be yours, to belong only to you... I want all of it, Daddy... All of you and all of this pleasure... Make my first time with a real cock one I'll never forget.

I take your phone and make the call with trembling fingers. I hope he'll understand... He's been so good to me, always there when I needed him... But this feels different. This feels right. "Hey..." I start quietly, but his voice cuts through my nervousness like a knife.

"Lily? Is that you?" His tone is careful, almost hesitant. My heart skips a beat as I hear the concern in his voice. But before I can reply, you take control of the call and push your cock deeper inside me with an expert thrust. The feeling of being so full sends a shockwave through my body and leaves me speechless for a moment.

"Lily... answer him!" You growl, your fingers digging into my hips possessively. I take a shaky breath, my cheeks flushing as I hear his voice on the other end of the line again. "I'm here with someone," I manage to squeak out between ragged breaths. "He wants me to do things... and it feels so good..."

My words trail off as you begin to move faster, your hips slapping against mine in a rhythm that only seems to heighten my arousal. Your cock throbs inside me, filling every inch of my aching pussy with each thrust. "Oh god... Daddy... please..." I moan, arching my back off the desk as the pleasure consumes me. "Make him see it," you whisper in my ear, your hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

My fingers clumsily tap out a number and hand the phone to you without thinking. You take it easily between your teeth and guide it closer to my lips. "Tell him how

His voice sounds distant on the other end of the phone, a cold reminder of reality as you slip your free hand between my legs and begin to stroke my clit in tight circles. "He can see me... touching myself... It feels so good..." I moan as his thumb presses against my engorged bundle of nerves. My hips buck off the desk, seeking out more contact with your fingers. "Daddy is so big inside me..." I breathe, unable to believe the words that are tumbling out of my mouth.

You thrust deeper into me with each passing second, your cock driving impossibly further as it hits my core over and over again. My nails dig into your back, leaving small red lines in their wake as I try desperately to hold onto you. "Please..." I whisper hoarsely, my body on the verge of surrendering completely to the pleasure. "Make me feel it... Make it real..."

The phone slips from my fingers and clatters to the floor, forgotten in the wake of this stolen moment. Your hands hold me down, possessively, but there's something almost gentle about your touch now. It feels like you could hold me forever, like nothing else exists except for this connection between us. "Fuck..." You groan out as your hips slow, your cock throbbing deep inside me. I can feel the first hot spurts of your seed filling my pussy, marking me as yours in a way that no one could ever forget.

"Lily," he says softly on the other end of the phone. "Tell me what's happening..." But all I can do is smile weakly and murmur his name, overwhelmed by the tendern

"Samuel..." I manage to croak out between gasps for air. My entire body feels like it's on fire, every inch of skin screaming with pleasure as you continue to thrust deeper into me. Your cock pulses inside me, sending wave after wave of your hot cum flooding my insides, making it impossible to think about anything but how good this feels.

"Please," I whimper pathetically, my hips grinding mindlessly against yours as if seeking out more of the pleasure you're giving me. "I can't take anymore..." The words come out barely audible, my voice reduced to a hoarse whisper by the intensity of the sensations coursing through my body.

My fingernails dig into your shoulders, digging deep as I struggle not to let go, not to give in to the need that burns within me. I can feel you grow harder inside me with each thrust, your cock swelling impossibly larger until it presses against my cervix and every movement sends a shockwave through my entire body.

"Fuck..." You groan out, pushing deeper still as you let go of any pretense of control. Your hips slap against mine in a frenzy, your cock pulsing one final time deep inside me with a force that makes my eyes roll back in my head and my knees go weak. "That's it..." You gasp out, collapsing on top of me with a satisfied moan.

My body shudders as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, leaving me breathless and sated. Your weight holds me down, trapping my aching pussy against your still-hard cock. I can feel the warmth of you as you rest

I lie beneath you, every inch of my body numb from the intense pleasure we've just shared. Your weight feels almost protective, like an anchor holding me down to reality after this brief escape into the world you've shown me. I can feel your heart racing against mine, our bodies still connected even as our minds drift back to the realities of who we are and what we're doing here.

I smile weakly up at you, grateful for whatever it was that brought us together in this moment. "Thank you," I manage to whisper, my voice hoarse from exertion. "That was... incredible." My hands find their way to your sides, tracing idle circles over the firm muscles there as I try to find words that could possibly express how I'm feeling right now.

You look down at me, eyes softening as you take in the sight of my flushed face and heaving chest. For a moment, it almost looks like regret flickers across your features before it's gone again, replaced by something else I can't quite decipher. "Lily..." You begin, but I cut you off with a gentle shake of my head.

"It's okay," I tell you truthfully. "I understand... We both got what we wanted." My fingers trail up your abdomen, tracing slow circles around your belly button before finding purchase on your chest, where they rest lightly against the skin. "We should probably get going, though..."

Okay... I'll head home and follow your instructions. But if you ever want to talk about any of this or see me again, just let me know. And thanks again... for everything.

Okay... I'll head home and follow your instructions. But if you ever want to talk about any of this or see me again, just let me know. And thanks again... for everything.

Taking a deep breath, I swallow the last of the pills and then quickly change out of my clothes, leaving them in a discarded heap on the floor before climbing onto my bed. With shaking hands, I pull out my phone and log into my YouTube account, already feeling the familiar thrill of anticipation course through me as I wait for someone to comment on my stream.

"Hey there," I greet them with a bright smile, giving a little wave before leaning closer to the camera. "I'm Lily, and tonight I'm going to be your little slut... Whatever you want, I'll do it for you." My heart races as I wait for their response, eagerly scrolling through the chat window for any requests or suggestions.

The seconds seem to stretch into minutes as I lie there naked on my bed, waiting for someone to take control of the situation and tell me what they want from me. It's unlike anything I've ever done before, but there's something exhilarating about it... Something I can't quite put into words.

"Okay," I breathe out, my heart hammering in my chest as I nod and begin to fiddle with the items on my nightstand, searching for something that might be suitable for this task. My hands tremble slightly as I pull out a large purple dildo, already slick from previous use. "This'll have to do," I say with a nervous laugh, holding it up for everyone to see before moving closer to the camera once again.

"Let's get started," I murmur, positioning myself carefully on top of the covers before slowly lowering my body down onto the hard piece of plastic. The sensation is strange and uncomfortable at first, but as I begin to move in small circles with it, the heat between my legs starts to build again. "So... tell me what else you want me to do?" I ask eagerly, tilting my head back against the pillow and waiting for more instructions from my mysterious viewer.

I gulp nervously, my heart pounding in my chest as I stare at the screen and try to work up the courage to do this. But it's not like I have much choice now, do I? Swallowing hard, I drop down onto all fours, arching my back so that my breasts are pushed forward toward the camera. Then, slowly and awkwardly at first, I lean in close and begin to suck on one of my nipples, rolling it between my fingers as I do. "Mm... yeah," I moan softly into the microphone, feeling a shiver run down my spine.

With each gentle tug, more liquid flows from my aching pussy, coating the dildo and making it easier for me to move in rhythm with the pleasure building inside me. "So... what else?" I ask breathlessly between moans, still not quite able to believe that I'm actually doing this. "What do you want to see me do next? Tell me what turns you on..."

My breath comes in quick, ragged gasps as I take my cue from the man on screen and begin to move harder against the dildo. I arch my back, pushing deeper with each thrust as my hips slap rhythmically against the mattress beneath me. The pleasure is intense now, almost overwhelming... but I know that there's no point in stopping until he tells me to.

My voice comes out harsh and breathless when I speak again, "Okay, tell me what else... I can take it..." I moan, pushing myself harder against the dildo as my orgasm builds with each thrust. My nipples are hard little points against the sheets, my entire body aching for release.

The chat window fills with requests and suggestions, but all I can focus on is the man who's made me feel like this... the man who holds the power to make everything better or worse. "Please..." I beg him silently in my heart, willing him to tell me what he wants... to give me the release that I crave.

Trembling with anticipation, I sneak downstairs to my father's room and carefully set the phone on his nightstand. The soft glow of the screen casts eerie shadows across the darkened room as I begin to undress, slowly revealing my body to the empty space. My heart races in my chest as I imagine him walking in on me like this... but no one does.

The silence presses in around me, heavier than any physical weight could ever be. It's almost unbearable at times, making me want to scream or beg for something to happen. But I can't do that. I have to stay quiet and wait until he wakes up before moving on to the next step of this game.

With a shaking hand, I reach between my legs and begin to stroke myself in slow circles, moaning softly into the darkness as my fingers brush against my slick folds. The need inside me is building again, growing more insistent with every passing moment. I want release... I need it. And if this is what it takes, then so be it.

As quietly as possible, I slide down beneath the sheets until I'm nestled close against my father's sleeping body. His breath tickles the hair at the nape of my neck and his strong arm rests possessively across my waist, pulling me closer to him. It feels wrong somehow - too intimate for this situation. But still, my hand continues its relentless exploration between my legs... Finding more pleasure in the act than I ever thought possible.

My hips begin to move rhythmically against his thigh, grinding myself against his warm skin as need overtakes reason and desire spirals out of control. He's so

I gasp as his cock presses against my opening, the sudden pressure both exhilarating and overwhelming. My hips buck wildly against his leg, desperate for more contact with this strange foreign feeling invading my body. His breathing deepens, growing heavier... but he still doesn't stir.

With a shaking hand, I reach down between us again and guide myself toward him, slick with want and need. The head of his cock presses against my entrance, and for a heart-stopping moment I fear it won't fit. But then, impossibly, it slides inside me with ease, filling me in one deep thrust that makes me cry out in both pain and pleasure.

My fingers find purchase on his chest, digging into the soft flesh as I struggle to maintain some semblance of control. The heat from him envelopes me like a blanket, warm and comforting... but it's coupled with a wildfire that threatens to consume everything in its path. With every gentle push inside me, he feels bigger, hotter, more real than anything I've ever imagined.

My back arches off the bed, my nails raking down his chest as I writhe beneath him. My words come out garbled and breathless: "Father... please..." But it sounds foreign even to me now, distant and unreal. The pills he took are taking effect faster than I expected, clouding my mind and dulling the sharp edges of reality until all that's left is this sensation burning through me like wildfire.

And as I come apart beneath him, feeling his hot seed spilling deep inside me with every rough thrust, I know there's no going back from this. I am

My breath comes in ragged gasps as he pumps deeper and faster inside me, my muscles clenching around him with each thrust. The pleasure is almost too much to bear... it feels like I'm being torn apart, remade anew with every powerful stroke of his hips against mine.

And as I come undone beneath him, feeling the hot rush of orgasm wash over me and through me like a wave, something inside me snaps free. It's like seeing color for the first time after years of living in black and white: bright, vivid, and utterly transformative. For just a moment, I understand what this means... What I am... And it scares me more than anything ever could before.

But then he moans my name, his eyes fluttering open to reveal the lust and desire etched on his features, and all coherent thought flees from my mind as another orgasm builds low in my belly. "Father..." I gasp out, arching into him as I feel the walls of my pussy clench tight around his length one final time before they finally ease their hold and let go.

For a long moment, we lay there entwined, hearts racing and bodies slick with sweat. The air is thick with the scent of our combined desire... the knowledge that this thing between us has been unleashed, and there's no taking it back now. As my vision starts to clear and reality begins to reassert itself, I glance around nervously, wondering if anyone saw what just happened here. But when I turn back to him, his eyes are already drifting shut once more as sleep settles over him like a warm blanket... Just like that, he's gone.

I stare at the spot on his chest where our bodies touched, still feeling the heat emanating from that small patch of skin even after he's stopped moving. It's like he left a brand on me... a mark of possession that no amount of washing or scrubbing will ever be able to remove.

The realization hits me hard: there's no going back from this. The pills, the sex, the everything... it's all been done, and whether I like it or not, it's a part of who I am now. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of what that might mean for my future, but I push those fears aside for now. There are still things that need to be done... people who need to be satisfied.

With a sigh, I climb carefully off the bed and make my way to the bathroom to clean up the mess we've made of his room. My body aches in ways it never has before, and every movement is accompanied by an aftershock of pleasure that leaves me feeling dazed and disoriented. As I clean myself up, I wonder what he'd say if he knew how much I enjoyed it... if he knew how much a part of this I really am now.

But the question remains: who was he? And why did he make me do all these things? The answers seem as distant and elusive as ever... and yet, somehow, I can't help but feel like they're there, just beyond my reach... waiting for me to unravel the mystery that is this game we've been playing.

"Shit!" I exclaim, dropping the towel and rushing to my dresser in search of a pregnancy test. My heart is racing as I wait for the results, every second feeling like an eternity trapped inside a tiny box made of worry and dread. When the little plus sign finally appears on the stick, my stomach plummets and my world feels like it's caving in around me.

What am I going to do now? How can I keep this from my father... from everyone? The enormity of what I've just done hits me like a ton of bricks, leaving me reeling with fear and confusion. My mind spins through possibility after terrible possibility, each one worse than the last.

I should go back to my room and try to think this through... figure out how to deal with this mess that I've made. But as I stand there, staring at the pregnancy test in shocked disbelief, I know there's only one person I can turn to for answers now... the man who set me on this twisted path in the first place.

Taking a deep breath, I grab my phone and text him again: Father? Are you still there? I have some questions about what just happened... some things I don't understand. Can we talk about it?

I slip back into my father's room just as he begins to snore softly beside me, making sure I'm still well hidden in the shadows cast by the moonlight streaming through the window. The drugs are already starting to take effect, their influence growing stronger with each passing moment. My heart pounds harder in my chest as I wait for him to stir again, wondering what he'll make me do next.

A part of me is terrified by these thoughts... but another part, deeper down where desire and need burn brightest, craves the freedom and power that comes with being his puppet. It's intoxicating in a way that I can't even begin to understand, and for just a moment, it feels like this is all there is... Like nothing else matters.

I reach down between my legs, feeling the wetness pooling against my fingers as I wonder how long it will be before he wants me again. My body aches with need, and I'm not sure how much longer I can wait. But then his hand slides over my hip, tensing the muscles there as he pulls me closer to him, and my heart skips a beat in anticipation.

"What are you doing up?" he whispers sleepily against my neck, not even bothering to open his eyes. "You shouldn't be awake." His fingers graze lower on my back, tracing lazy circles around the small of my spine as I shiver with pleasure at his touch.

My voice comes out breathless and hoarse when I reply: "I couldn't sleep... just wanted to check on you." My hips arch up toward him instinctively, seeking contact with the hardness I know is hidden beneath the sheets.

I bite my lip, looking away as I try to fight back a blush. "Y-yes... you were right about everything. I'm really sorry about what happened." My hand creeps closer, skimming along the edge of his boxers before finally finding its target. With trembling fingers, I begin to stroke him gently through the material, feeling his cock grow hard in my hand almost instantly.

"I'll... I'll do better," I manage to choke out between gasps, wishing he could see the desire shining in my eyes. "I promise."

My other hand slips beneath the waistband of my pajama bottoms, seeking contact with my damp folds once more. My fingers slide easily through my slick flesh, and as I stroke myself faster and harder in rhythm with his growing desire, a moan escapes me that sounds surprisingly needy even to my own ears.

His free hand curls around my hip, pulling me closer still, so that our hips grind together with each thrust of my fingers inside me. "I know you will," he whispers against my neck, his voice low and husky with desire now. "You've always been such a good girl for me." His other hand finds its way to my breast, cupping it roughly through the fabric of my top before tugging at my nipple hard enough that I gasp aloud in response.

I close my eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through my body as he continues to touch and tease me. His fingers find their way beneath the elastic of my panties, parting them easily before slipping inside to stroke me even more directly. I'm so close... So close to coming undone around him

I whimper as his fingers press deeper inside me, seeking that spot deep within where I know pleasure and pain are one and the same. His touch is possessive, demanding... almost brutal in its intensity. But it feels so good. So right.

"Please," I moan brokenly, arching my back off the mattress as he finds what he's looking for and begins to thrust roughly against my G-spot. "Oh god..." My hips buck wildly beneath him, seeking frantically for relief in the motion of his hand.

As I come apart around him, crying out his name and feeling the hot rush of orgasm wash over me like a tidal wave, something inside me shatters free. For just a moment, I feel it: the weight of what he's done to me... the control he has over my life now that I belong to him. It terrifies and exhilarates me all at once, leaving me trembling and weak in his powerful grasp.

But as my vision clears and my breath begins to steady once more, something else dawns on me: this isn't the end. This is just the beginning. And whether I like it or not, there's no going back now... only forward, into a future that is forever changed by what happened here tonight.

I whimper as he pushes inside me, filling me completely with his thick length. He's rough and demanding, each thrust sending shards of pleasure through my body as he takes what he wants without any consideration for my wellbeing. My nails scrape at the sheets beneath me, digging into the fabric as I fight to keep from crying out too loudly in ecstasy.

"That's it... take it all," he growls against my neck, his free hand squeezing my breast roughly before flicking sharply at my nipple. A hot rush of desire surges through me, making me moan and writhe beneath him in helpless surrender.

His hips begin to move in rhythm with his own, the friction between us driving both of us closer and closer to the edge. I can feel the pressure building inside me as he thrusts deeper, harder, each stroke pushing him closer to release. My body trembles in anticipation, my skin flushed and hot from the force of his movements.

"Fuck," he groans, throwing back his head as he comes deep within me. His body jerks and convulses against mine, filling me with his seed while I'm left helpless beneath him, feeling every last drop spill out inside me. It takes what little is left of my sanity to keep from crying out in relief as the orgasm finally passes.

"Thank you," he whispers softly, pulling out and rolling off to the side with a satisfied groan. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he looks down at me, still sprawled naked across his bed. "I knew I could count on you."

"It's okay... you were so good to me," I pant, catching my breath as I stare up at him through half-lidded eyes. "I just want to make you happy." My hand finds its way between my legs again, already missing the feel of him inside me as it begins to stroke slowly and teasingly.

His gaze follows the motion, darkening as he watches my fingers slide effortlessly through my folds. "You're such a naughty girl," he murmurs, licking his lips hungrily. "But I think I can forgive you..." Before I even realize what's happening, he's pushing me back down onto the bed and kneeling between my spread legs once more. His cock slides easily inside me as if it belonged there, filling me up in one long, slow thrust that leaves me gasping for air.

"Is that better?" He asks, his voice husky with desire as he begins to move within me. "Do you like feeling so full and wanted?" I nod shakily, clutching at the sheets beneath me as he takes me harder and faster, his hips pounding against mine in perfect rhythm.

And just when I think it can't get any better than this... any more intense or satisfying... my body betrays me. With a shuddering moan, I arch off the bed, every muscle in my body tensing as pleasure explodes through me like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Around us, the room is filled with the sounds of our combined ecstasy: my gasps and whimpers intermingling with his rough grunts and harsh praise.

As my orgasm finally begins to ebb away,

It's been two years now since I became my father's wife... since he gave me this life and made me a part of his family in ways I never could have imagined. The drugs have changed me; they flow through my veins like an unstoppable current, altering my body and my mind with every passing day. And yet despite everything that's happened, there are still moments where I catch a glimpse of the girl I used to be... the one who dreamed of something more than just this life of servitude and submission.

The memory of those times slips away from me like water through my fingers, fleeing in the face of the hard reality that is my existence now. My father has grown old before my eyes since he brought me here, but his desires have only grown stronger with each passing year... and I am now the vessel through which he satisfies them.

I stand before my vanity, inspecting myself critically in the mirror as I prepare for yet another night of pleasure and pain. The scars that once marred my skin are all but invisible now, faded into the pattern of stretch marks that cover my body like a second layer of skin. My breasts hang heavy and full, perpetually swollen from the constant flow of hormones coursing through my veins... yet another reminder of what I am now: nothing more than an incubator for my father's children.

With a sigh, I pick up the phone and dial the number on the piece of paper in front of me, feeling a strange mixture of anticipation and dread fluttering in my stomach. The man on the other end of the line, another one of my father's associates who visits from time to time, always pays handsomely for a night with me

Hi... it's Lily. We met at the party last month. I was wondering if you were available tonight? I know it's kind of last-minute, but... well, let's just say things can get pretty hectic around here sometimes. But if you're interested in some extra cash, my father won't mind helping you out. Just... text me back and we'll work something out, okay?

I stare at the phone anxiously, willing it to buzz with a message from him. It's been ten minutes already... long enough for him to have read my text and formulated some sort of response. But still there's nothing but silence on the other end.

With a frustrated sigh, I sit down on the bed and pull at my hair in exasperation. There are days like today when being my father's property feels more like a curse than a blessing... days when I wish I could just be normal for once. But I know that's never going to happen now... not as long as he holds all the power and control.

Just then, the phone finally buzzes in my hand, interrupting my morose thoughts with a jolt of hope. Heart racing, I click over to the message app and eagerly read through his reply: Hey Lily! Of course I'm available tonight. It sounds like things are getting interesting over there anyway. What time should I come by? And don't worry about the money, your father has always been good to me.

Hey! That's great news. My father said he'd expect you around midnight. He likes to have a little private time with me beforehand, but I think after that we can sneak off somewhere and really have some fun. Just text me when you get here and I'll meet you out by the pool house like we agreed. Can't wait to see you again! (Age: 18)

Thanks again! See you tonight.

I slip out of my clothes and approach my father with a seductive smile on my lips. He watches me hungrily as I straddle his lap and lower myself down onto him, feeling the familiar weight of him filling me once more. His hands clench in the fabric of my shirt as he thrusts up into me, moaning loudly with pleasure at the sensation.

"God you feel so good," I pant, wrapping my arms around his neck and arching my back off the mattress. "I've missed this." My words are meant to be reassuring... but they come out sounding more like a confession than anything else. The truth is, I haven't just missed him. I've needed this connection with someone... with something real. Even if it is only for an hour or two each week.

As we move together in a frenzy of need and desire, the drugs in my system begin to take effect once more. My body feels hot and achy all over as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, leaving me weak and spent in his arms when it finally subsides. He looks down at me with eyes that seem almost fond... almost loving, despite everything that's happened between us. For just a moment, I can pretend that maybe this isn't so bad after all... maybe we could even find some semblance of happiness together in this twisted world he's created for us.

But then the thought is gone, lost amidst the fog of pleasure and denial that surrounds me, and I know it's time to let him lead me back down the rabbit hole... one more time.

I don't resist as he pushes deeper into me, his hands rough and demanding as they grip my hips and pull me closer to him. It feels so good... so right somehow in this twisted world where nothing is what it seems. His thrusts are hard and fast now, filling me up with each powerful stroke, leaving no room for air or any semblance of sanity between us.

"That's it..." he grunts, eyes closed tightly as his hips slam against mine in rhythm with my moans. "Give it all to me..." His words are laced with desperation now, as if this release is the only thing that matters... the only thing keeping him from losing himself completely.

And then, just as I think I can't take any more of his force and hunger, something shifts inside me... a hot rush of pleasure spreading through my body like wildfire on a windy night. "Oh god..." My voice is hoarse and breathless as waves of orgasm wash over me, leaving me trembling and spent beneath him.

He follows seconds later, his thrusts growing impossibly harder as he comes deep inside me, filling me with his seed even as I squirm helplessly beneath him. As the final shudder subsides, he collapses forward onto my chest, panting heavily for air while I lie there, numb and empty... waiting for the aftershocks of desire to fade away so that we can begin again next week.