Bound and on your back.

For a time you drift without any consciousness until sensation slowly comes creeping back to you. Your head feels heavy, your eyes won't open...and you feel good. VERY good. Your own moan sounds distant to you but wake up enough to understand what that feeling is. You're having sex with Daddy. You passed out and now you're having sex. Moaning you can feel the rest of your body, you can feel yourself swinging and shaking in Daddy's grip as he pounds in and out of you. But...you can't move your arms.

Slowly your eyes begin to flutter as you try to wake the rest of the way up. It's hard though. The more awake you become the more you can feel the mind spinning pleasure of Daddy fucking you, and it makes you just want to sink back down into that half conscious haze. But you HAVE to wake up. Daddy asked you an important question, you have to give him your answer. You try to sit up but your arms won't move, and the effort just makes your hips undulate. You moan as your eyes open, taking in a hazy version of the world. Black hair and a pale, beautiful face descend over your vision and you feel mummy kissing you. You try and kiss back as best you can as your body shakes. The sex is violent and rough, mummy's kiss soft and gentle. The contrast is helping you wake up and you are **** to pull your head back and scream as Daddy begins to hit all the right spots.

"Well, well. Look who's awake?" Daddy slows down enough to talk before he resumes ravaging your body.

"Oh Daddy!" you scream back, your body tries to thrash but Daddy is holding your legs up as he fucks you and your arms still won't move. Tilting your head back you realise why. You're lying across the kitchen table with your hands above your head, and your wrists are tied together. Alone that wouldn't be enough to stop your arms from moving, but you can also see the end of the cord that binds them is held in mummy's hands. Between them your parents have you locked in place.

Leaning down Mummy kisses you again, one hand siding over your body to fondle a breast as she does. You're still in your sexy uniform, but enough buttons have been undone to let your magnificent breasts free. Maybe this was part of why mummy chose this outfit for you. Maybe Daddy had a fantasy of fucking a helpless school girl right here in the kitchen...or maybe he'd long held one about fucking his little girl in her uniform. But thinking isn't your strong suit, instead you kiss back and moan, your hips rolling and falling still in erratic patterns as Daddy overwhelms you.

Then you spot the ring. It's glimmering there on your ring finger. You don't remember putting it on...but you don't remember being tied up and Daddy slamming his way into you either. Fucking you while you were ****, making you his daughter bride when you could not consent. You realise even more now how Daddy controls you, how he will use you as he pleases. The thought makes you spasm and scream and you realise that you're cumming. Daddy didn't need your permission for you to be born, why would he need it for you to become his wife? Still...you want to say the words, you want Daddy to know how happy you are to be his daughter-bride.

"Yes Daddy, yes!" you cry out as your orgasm rocks your body, before shuddering as it subsides. It seems impossible that Daddy can keep going, but he wouldn't need to have sex with you, mummy and all those girls at work if he were easy to satisfy. "I want to be your daughter-wife Daddy," you moan, your voice shaking as Daddy keeps pounding you, the heat is flowing to your head again. "I love you Daddy..." And then you black out once more.