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Chapter #1 – The Thrift Shop Revelation

Stefano Bianchi, once a world-renowned archaeologist, now works as a humiliated tour guide at Turin’s Egyptian Museum after a career-ending blunder. His marriage is in shambles, his confidence shattered. His only solace? His devoted 18-year-old daughter, Rebecca—a fiery redhead with emerald eyes, a toned, petite body, and an ass that jiggles hypnotically with every step. She’s his biggest supporter, his only light in the darkness. But lately, she’s been… different. More attentive. More affectionate. Her lingering touches, the way she leans in too close when they talk, the way she wears those tight leggings around the house…

Today, while wandering the streets of Turin in a daze, Stefano stumbles upon a dusty thrift shop. Among the junk, something calls to him—a strange, obsidian-black ring with an intricate serpent coiled around a sun disk. The moment he touches it, a jolt of energy surges through him. The shopkeeper, an old woman with knowing eyes, smirks and says, "It’s been waiting for you."

That night, Stefano dreams of ancient temples, of rituals under the moonlight, of women kneeling before a towering, virile figure—him, but not him. Not yet. When he wakes, his body aches, his cock throbbing harder than it has in years. And Rebecca… she’s watching him from the doorway, biting her lip.

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The First Hypnotic Whisper

Stefano Bianchi sat on the edge of his bed, the obsidian ring pulsing against his finger like a second heartbeat. The weight of it was intoxicating—a dark promise humming beneath his skin. He flexed his hand, watching the dim light catch the serpentine engravings. What am I doing? The rational part of his mind, the part that had once been a respected archaeologist, recoiled at the thought of what he was considering. But the ring… the ring wanted. And so did he.

Downstairs, Rebecca moved through the kitchen, her bare feet padding softly against the tile. She hummed an old Juventus chant under her breath, her voice light, carefree. Stefano closed his eyes and listened—the rustle of her shorts as she bent to grab a glass, the soft thump of the fridge door closing, the way her breath hitched just slightly when she stretched, her toned abdomen flexing beneath the thin fabric of her crop top.

She had always been beautiful. But now? Now, it was unbearable.

Stefano exhaled slowly, rolling the tension from his shoulders. The ring pulsed again, hotter this time, and a whisper slithered into his mind.

"Use me."

His fingers twitched.

Rebecca was bent over the counter, slicing an apple with quick, precise motions. The curve of her ass was obscene in those tiny black shorts—round, plump, jiggling ever so slightly with each movement. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, riding up just enough to tease the very bottom of her cheeks. Stefano’s throat went dry.

"Look at me."

The words left his lips before he could stop them, laced with something other, something wrong. A ripple of power, subtle but undeniable, threaded through the air.

Rebecca froze.

Then, slowly, she turned.

Her emerald eyes were wide, pupils dilated, lips slightly parted. A flush crept up her neck, staining her pale skin pink. She blinked once, twice, as if trying to clear a fog from her mind.

"Dad?" Her voice was soft, uncertain.

Stefano stepped closer, his presence filling the kitchen. The ring burned against his finger, feeding off her attention, her submission. He reached out, brushing a strand of fiery red hair behind her ear. His thumb lingered on her cheek, tracing the delicate curve of her jaw.

"You’ve been so good to me lately," he murmured, his voice low, hypnotic. "Haven’t you?"

Rebecca’s breath hitched. Her fingers tightened around the knife, knuckles whitening. But she didn’t pull away.

"Y-yes," she whispered.

Stefano smiled. The ring thrummed.

"Such a good girl."

A shiver ran down Rebecca’s spine. Her nipples pebbled beneath her top, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide her arousal. Stefano’s gaze dropped, lingering on the faint outline of her pert breasts, the way her chest rose and fell with each quickened breath.

"Touch yourself."

The command slipped out like smoke, curling into her mind, sinking deep.

Rebecca’s lips parted in a silent gasp. Her free hand trembled, hovering over her stomach before sliding lower, fingers skimming the waistband of her shorts.

Stefano watched, transfixed, as her fingertips dipped beneath the fabric, teasing the soft, pale skin of her lower abdomen. A whimper escaped her throat.

"Dad, I—"

"Shhh." He cupped her face, tilting her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You want to make me happy, don’t you?"

Rebecca’s eyes glazed over. Her fingers inched lower, brushing the dampening fabric between her thighs.

"Yes," she breathed.

Stefano’s cock throbbed, straining against his slacks. The ring was alive now, pulsing in time with Rebecca’s quickening heartbeat. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

"Then show me."

Rebecca moaned, her fingers finally slipping beneath her shorts, into the wet heat of her pussy. Her knees buckled, but Stefano caught her, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her flush against him.

"Good girl," he growled, grinding his hardening length against her ass. "Such a fucking good girl."

Rebecca’s head fell back against his shoulder, her body arching into his touch. Her fingers worked faster now, circling her clit with ****, jerky motions.

"Dad—o-oh God—"

Stefano’s hand slid up her stomach, beneath her top, palming her small, perfect breast. He pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers, and Rebecca screamed, her back bowing as her orgasm ripped through her.

The knife clattered to the floor.

Stefano held her as she trembled, her body limp, her mind blissfully empty. The ring pulsed one final time, satisfied.

For now.

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The Hypnotist’s Guinea Pig

Stefano Bianchi had always been a meticulous man.

Once, it had been artifacts—carefully cataloging, preserving, understanding. Now, it was his daughter.

Rebecca lay sprawled across the living room couch, her lithe body draped in nothing but a thin silk robe that did nothing to hide the curves beneath. The fabric gaped open at her thighs, revealing the smooth, pale expanse of her skin, the faintest glisten of arousal already gathering between them. Her emerald eyes were half-lidded, unfocused, her lips slightly parted as she breathed in slow, measured rhythms.

Stefano stood over her, the obsidian ring pulsing against his finger, its dark energy coiling through the air like smoke.

"Focus on my voice," he murmured, his tone smooth, commanding.

Rebecca shivered. Her fingers twitched against the couch cushions, nails digging in just slightly.

"Y-yes, Daddy," she whispered.

Stefano smirked. Daddy. Not Dad. Not anymore.

He circled her like a predator, his footsteps silent against the hardwood. The ring hummed, its power thickening the air, wrapping around Rebecca’s mind like velvet chains.

"You’re feeling so relaxed," he continued, his voice a low purr. "Every word I say sinks deeper. Every touch lingers longer."

Rebecca whimpered, her thighs pressing together instinctively.

Stefano reached out, trailing a single fingertip down the column of her throat, over the delicate dip of her collarbone, stopping just above the swell of her small, perfect breast. Her breath hitched.

"Your body belongs to me," he murmured. "Your pleasure is mine to give. And right now…" His fingers dipped lower, brushing the stiff peak of her nipple through the silk. "You want me to take it."

Rebecca’s back arched off the couch, a broken moan spilling from her lips.

Stefano chuckled darkly. "Good girl."

Session One: Obedience

The first lesson was simple.

"When I snap my fingers, you will kneel."

Rebecca’s eyes fluttered. For a moment—just a moment—resistance flickered in those emerald depths. A spark of defiance.

"N-No..."

Of shame.

"W-Why am I feeling so hot? He is my dad... F-Fuck!" A mental echo, dripping with lust and fear... Interesting, mind reading would certainly come in handy.

His daughter's hesitation was already paper thin.

"Always eager to please, aren't you Rebecca?"

Then Stefano snapped.

The redhead vixen's slender body moved before her mind could protest. In one fluid motion, she slid off the couch and onto her knees before him, his daughter's robe pooling around her like broken petals. The pale beauty's head tilted back, her luscious red lips parted, waiting.

"A-Are we really doing this? I thought this would be a bit more romantic in my fantas... F-FUCK!! Why am I going along with his insanity, he is your freaking dad..." Another soul fragment, torn between family love and a young woman's lust...

The thought only made her pussy even wetter.

Stefano cupped her chin, his thumb brushing her lower lip. "Open."

Rebecca obeyed, her tongue peeking out, pink and wet.

Stefano groaned, the sinful father's fat cock straining against his slacks. He guided her forward until her lips brushed the outline of his erection through the fabric.

"Lick."

A shudder ran through her. For a heartbeat, the young woman's mind went blank.

"O-Ohmygod... It's so fucking big, can it even fit?"

Then her tongue dragged along his length, slow, tentative.

Stefano’s grip tightened in her hair. "Again."

This time, there was no hesitation. Rebecca moaned around him, her tongue lapping at the damp spot forming on his pants, her fingers clutching at his thighs for balance.

"Such a quick learner," Stefano praised, his voice rough with lust.

Rebecca whimpered, her hips rocking forward unconsciously, seeking friction.

Stefano smirked. "Does touching yourself sound good, baby?"

She nodded desperately.

"Then do it."

Rebecca’s hand flew between her legs, fingers plunging into her soaked pussy with a gasp. Her other hand remained on his thigh, nails biting into his skin as she fucked herself in frantic, uneven strokes.

Stefano watched, mesmerized, as his daughter came apart on his command.

Session Two: Resistance and Reward

The second lesson was harder.

Rebecca sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread, her fingers idly tracing circles on her inner thighs. Stefano stood across from her, arms crossed, the ring’s power a tangible weight in the air.

"Tell me what you want," he commanded.

Rebecca bit her lip. Her cheeks flushed crimson.

"I… I can’t," she whispered.

Stefano arched a brow. "Can’t? Or won’t?"

Rebecca’s breath quickened. Her fingers twitched, inching closer to her dripping cunt.

Stefano stepped forward, his shadow swallowing her whole. "Say it."

Rebecca squeezed her eyes shut. "I want…" Her voice cracked. "I want you to fuck me."

Stefano’s cock throbbed. "Louder."

"I want you to fuck me!" she cried, her body trembling with need.

Stefano rewarded her with a single, searing kiss, his tongue claiming her mouth as his hands claimed her body. Rebecca melted into him, her resistance crumbling like sand.

Session Three: Breaking Point

By the third lesson, Rebecca was his.

She knelt naked at the foot of his bed, her wrists bound behind her back with a silk scarf, her ass raised in the air, presenting herself like an offering.

Stefano circled her, his fingers tracing the plump curve of her ass, dipping between her thighs to tease her swollen lips.

"Who do you belong to?" he growled.

Rebecca moaned, her hips rocking back against his touch. "Y-you, Daddy."

Stefano smirked. Then, without warning, he brought his palm down hard on her ass.

Rebecca yelped, her body jerking forward, her cunt clenching around nothing.

"Again," Stefano demanded. "Who owns this pussy?"

"You do!" she sobbed.

Stefano rewarded her with two fingers plunging deep into her tight heat, curling just right—

Rebecca screamed, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm.

Stefano pulled her into his lap, her back pressed against his chest, his cock nestled between her ass cheeks.

"One last lesson," he murmured in her ear.

Rebecca whimpered.

"Cum on command."

His fingers found her clit again, rubbing slow, torturous circles.

"W-wait—"

"Now."

Rebecca’s body exploded, the slender vixen's vision whiting out as pleasure consumed her.

Stefano held her through it, his lips pressed to her neck, his cock leaking against her skin.

The ring pulsed.

Mine.

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The First Claiming & Resistance and Punishment

Part I: The First Claiming

The air in Stefano’s bedroom was thick with the scent of sweat, arousal, and something darker—something primal.

Rebecca lay on the bed, her naked body trembling, her emerald eyes wide with a mix of fear and **** need. The silk robe had long since been discarded, leaving her pale skin exposed, her nipples stiff peaks against the cool air. Her thighs were slick with her own arousal, her pussy glistening, swollen, aching.

Stefano stood at the foot of the bed, his shirt unbuttoned, his slacks undone, his cock—thick, veined, twitching—already freed from its confines. The obsidian ring pulsed against his finger, its dark energy coiling around them both, binding them in a web of lust and corruption.

"Look at you," Stefano murmured, his voice rough with hunger. "My perfect little slut."

Rebecca whimpered, her fingers digging into the sheets. "D-Daddy, I—"

"Shhh," he soothed, crawling onto the bed, his weight pressing her deeper into the mattress. "No more talking. Just feeling."

His hands slid up her thighs, spreading them wider, exposing her completely. Rebecca’s breath hitched as his fingers traced her folds, teasing her entrance, already so wet, so ready.

"You want this," Stefano growled, not a question, but a command.

Rebecca’s hips jerked. "Y-yes," she gasped.

Stefano smirked. "Then beg."

Rebecca’s eyes fluttered shut, her chest rising and falling rapidly. For a moment, resistance flickered in her expression—shame, hesitation, the last remnants of her innocence fighting against the ring’s influence.

But then Stefano’s thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles, and her back arched off the bed with a broken cry.

"Please," she sobbed, her fingers clawing at his arms. "Please, Daddy, I need it—I need you!"

Stefano’s cock throbbed at her words. He positioned himself between her thighs, the swollen head of his length pressing against her tight, virgin entrance.

"Look at me," he ordered.

Rebecca’s eyes snapped open, glazed with lust, her pupils blown wide.

Stefano leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "You’re mine."

Then he thrust.

Rebecca screamed—a sound torn between pain and pleasure as he split her open, his daughter's tight walls stretching around her dad's girth, the redhead vixen's nails raking down his back. Stefano groaned, his hips rolling forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

"Fuck," he hissed, his cock twitching inside her impossibly tight heat.

Rebecca sobbed beneath him, the pale vixen's slender body trembling, his daughter's cunt _clenched hard trying to milk every single drop of _her dad's thick, creamy seed.

Stefano didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled back, then slammed into her again, setting a ruthless pace, his hips pistoned in and out of her hungry pussy, his balls slapping against her fat ass with every thrust.

*Plap!*

*Plap!!*

*Plap!*

Rebecca’s cries turned into breathless moans, the young woman's legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.

"Daddy—oh God—yes!"

Stefano’s hand tangled in her fiery red hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You take me so well," he growled, his voice thick with pride. "My perfect little whore."

Rebecca’s pussy fluttered around him, her orgasm building, her body betraying her even as her mind still struggled against the corruption.

Stefano felt it—the moment her resistance shattered.

The pale vixen's walls clenched viciously, her back bowing, his daughter's erotic contralto scream echoing through the room as her orgasm ripped through her.

Stefano followed her over the edge with a roar, his cock _pulsing _with decades of corrupt lust, the sinful father's seed flooding his daughter's hungry womb in thick, hot spurts.

BREED!

The ring burned against his finger, its power surging as Rebecca’s body accepted him, her cunt milking him for every last drop.

When he finally stilled, panting against her slender neck, Rebecca lay beneath him, limp, her green eyes half-lidded, the young woman's luscious red lips parted in a dazed, blissed-out expression.

Stefano smirked.

Mine.

Resistance and Punishment

The aftermath was not peaceful.

Rebecca woke hours later, the pale beauty's slender body sore, her thighs sticky with dried cum, her mind screaming in horror at what she’d done.

She scrambled off the bed, her legs nearly giving out beneath her, her hands shaking as she clutched the sheets to her chest.

"Oh God… Oh God, oh God…"

Stefano watched from the doorway, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

Rebecca’s head snapped up, her emerald eyes wide with panic. "D-Dad—"

"Master," Stefano corrected, his voice cold.

Rebecca flinched. "This—this isn’t right," she choked out. "We—we can’t—"

Stefano stepped forward, his presence looming, his shadow swallowing her whole. "You seemed to enjoy it well enough."

Rebecca’s face burned. "I—I didn’t—"

"Liar," Stefano snarled, grabbing her wrist and yanking her forward. "Your body begged for me. Your cunt dripped for me."

Rebecca tried to pull away, but Stefano’s grip was iron.

"You loved it," he hissed. "And now you’re going to learn what happens to sluts who deny their true nature."

Rebecca’s breath hitched. "N-no—"

Stefano spun her around, bending the pale vixen over the bed, his daughter's fat ass raised, her pussy still swollen from his earlier claiming.

"You need a reminder," he growled, his fingers digging into her hips.

Rebecca’s heart pounded. "Daddy, please—"

Stefano spanked her—hard—his palm cracking against her plump ass cheek, leaving a bright red mark.

Rebecca yelped, her body jerking forward.

"Count," Stefano ordered.

Rebecca sobbed. "O-one—"

Another spank. Harder.

"T-two!"

Stefano continued, his hand raining down on her ass, turning her pale skin a deep, angry red. Rebecca’s cries grew louder, her body writhing, her pussy dripping despite her protests.

By the tenth spank, she was a sobbing, trembling mess, her ass burning, her cunt throbbing.

Stefano leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "Now, be a good girl and apologize."

Rebecca shuddered. "I-I’m sorry, Daddy," she whimpered.

Stefano smirked. "Good."

Then, without warning, he shoved two fingers into her dripping pussy, curling them just right—

Rebecca screamed, her orgasm wracking through her, her body betraying her once again.

Stefano pulled her up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You see?" he murmured, his thumb brushing her tear-streaked cheek. "You love this."

Rebecca’s breath hitched.

She hated how right he was.

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Anal Training: The Point of No Return

The Preparation

The bedroom smelled of lavender oil and something darker—something sinful.

Rebecca knelt on the bed, her naked body trembling, her bubble butt raised high in the air, her face pressed into the silk sheets. The dim light of the bedside lamp cast golden shadows across her pale skin, highlighting the faint red marks still lingering from her punishment. Her emerald eyes were half-lidded, her lips parted as she panted, her fingers clutching the fabric beneath her.

Stefano stood behind her, his hands resting possessively on the plump curves of her ass, his thumbs spreading her cheeks apart, exposing her tight, pink hole to the cool air.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Already presenting yourself like a good little slut."

Rebecca whimpered, her thighs pressing together instinctively.

Stefano smirked. "None of that." He gave her ass a sharp smack, making her yelp. "Spread."

Rebecca hesitated—just for a second—before obeying, her legs parting, her pussy glistening with arousal beneath her.

Stefano hummed in approval, tracing a single fingertip around her virgin rim. "Have you ever thought about this?" he asked, his voice deceptively casual.

Rebecca’s breath hitched. "N-no, Daddy," she lied.

Stefano chuckled darkly. "Liar." He pressed the tip of his finger against her entrance, just enough to make her tense. "I’ve seen the way you squirm when I spank you. The way your cunt drips when I touch you here."

Rebecca’s face burned.

Stefano leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "You want this," he whispered. "You need it."

Rebecca shuddered, her body betraying her as her hips rocked back slightly, seeking more pressure.

Stefano rewarded her with a slow, teasing circle around her rim before dipping the very tip of his finger inside.

Rebecca gasped, her walls fluttering around the intrusion.

"Relax," Stefano commanded, his voice laced with the ring’s power.

Rebecca’s body obeyed instantly, her muscles loosening, her breathing steadying.

Stefano pushed deeper, his finger sinking into her tight heat inch by torturous inch.

"Fuck," he groaned, his cock twitching at the way her ass clenched around him. "So fucking tight."

Rebecca moaned, her fingers twisting in the sheets, her hips rocking back to take him deeper.

Stefano added a second finger, stretching her slowly, his other hand reaching between her thighs to rub her clit in firm, rhythmic circles.

Rebecca sobbed, her body caught between pleasure and overwhelm, her cunt gushing as Stefano scissored his fingers inside her ass.

"Daddy—please—"

Stefano smirked. "Please what, baby?"

Rebecca’s mind fogged, her words slurring. "W-want more…"

Stefano’s fingers stilled. "Do you?"

Rebecca nodded desperately.

Stefano leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "Then beg."

Rebecca’s breath hitched. "P-please, Daddy," she whimpered. "Please fuck my ass."

Stefano’s cock throbbed.

The Toy

Stefano reached for the small glass bottle on the nightstand, pouring a generous amount of lube onto his fingers before slicking up the thick, tapered anal plug he’d selected for her.

Rebecca’s eyes widened as she caught sight of it.

Stefano traced the cold, smooth tip against her entrance, watching her shiver. "This is going inside you," he murmured. "And you’re going to take it like a good girl."

Rebecca bit her lip, her body trembling with anticipation.

Stefano pressed forward, the plug stretching her wider than his fingers had, her tight ring of muscle resisting for a brief moment before yielding, the thickest part popping inside with a soft shlick.

Rebecca cried out, her back arching, her cunt dripping onto the sheets beneath her.

Stefano groaned, his cock aching at the sight. "Look at you," he growled, giving the base of the plug a little twist, making Rebecca squeal. "Already taking it so well."

He reached between her legs again, his fingers sliding easily into her soaked pussy, fucking her in time with the subtle movements of the plug.

Rebecca babbled, her words dissolving into incoherent raved moans as pleasure wrecked her, the slender vixen's body strung tight between the dual sensations.

Stefano watched, mesmerized, as her orgasm ripped through her, her ass clenching around the plug, her pussy squeezing his fingers like a vice.

When she finally collapsed, boneless and panting, Stefano leaned down, pressing a kiss to the small of her back.

"Good girl," he murmured.

The Choice

Stefano waited until Rebecca had caught her breath before speaking again.

"I’m going to undo the hypnosis now," he said, his voice calm.

Rebecca’s head snapped up, her eyes wide. "W-what?"

Stefano shrugged. "I want to see what you really want."

With a flick of his wrist, the ring’s influence lifted, the fog in Rebecca’s mind clearing in an instant.

The redhead slut's breath hitched.

Memories flooded her—every touch, every command, every shameful moan.

Her face burned.

Stefano sat back, watching her carefully. "The plug stays in," he said. "But the rest is up to you."

Rebecca’s hands trembled.

She could leave. She could pull the plug out, cover herself, run.

But her body ached.

Her ass throbbed around the intrusion, her pussy clenching around nothing, her nipples pebbled with need.

Stefano smirked, as if reading her thoughts. "Well, princess?"

Rebecca’s breath came in short, uneven gasps.

Then, slowly, she arched her back, presenting her ass to him, her fingers spreading her cheeks wider.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she whispered.

Stefano’s cock jumped.

The Claiming

Stefano didn’t hesitate.

He grabbed his daughter's wide hips, the middle-aged man's fat cock sliding through her slick folds, the head teasing her asshole before pressing inside.

Rebecca screamed, the redhead vixen's slender body stretching around him, her walls burning as he filled her completely.

"F-Fuck—Daddy—oh God—"

Stefano groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he bottomed out, his balls pressed against her dripping cunt.

"Mine," he growled, pulling back before slamming into her again, setting a brutal pace.

Rebecca sobbed, her body shaking, her ass clenching around his cock like a vice.

Stefano reached between her legs, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing rough circles as he pounded into her.

Rebecca’s vision whited out, her orgasm shattering her, her ass milking his cock as she screamed his name.

Stefano followed her over the edge with a roar, his cum flooding her ass in thick, hot spurts, the ring burning against his finger as her body accepted him completely.

When he finally pulled out, Rebecca collapsed onto the bed, her body limp, the young woman's fat ass gaping wide open, his seed dripping from her well-used hole.

Stefano smirked, pressing a kiss to her trembling lips.

"Mine."

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Total Submission: The Final Corruption

The Awakening

Morning light spilled through the curtains, painting Rebecca’s naked body in gold.

She lay on her stomach, the sheets tangled around her waist, her bubble butt still faintly red from the night before. Her emerald eyes fluttered open, her mind slow to surface from the haze of sleep—and pleasure.

For a moment, she was just Rebecca again.

Then the memories flooded in.

Stefano’s fingers in her ass. His cock stretching her pussy. His cum flooding her womb.

Her thighs pressed together instinctively, her cunt clenching around nothing, her body throbbing with need.

She should have felt shame. Horror. Disgust.

Instead, her fingers slid between her legs, her middle finger dipping into her soaked folds, her breath hitching as she teased her own clit.

Daddy’s good girl.

The thought came unbidden, natural, as if it had always been there.

Rebecca’s luscious red lips parted in a silent moan.

Then the bedroom door creaked open.

Stefano stood in the doorway, already dressed in slacks and an unbuttoned shirt, his obsidian ring glinting against his finger. His dark eyes raked over her, lingering on the way her fingers played with herself.

"Morning, princess," he murmured, his voice rough with amusement.

Rebecca flinched, his daughter's hand jerking away from her pussy—but not fast enough.

Stefano smirked. "No, no," he chided, stepping forward. "Don’t stop on my account."

Rebecca’s face burned, but her fingers itched to return.

Stefano sat on the edge of the bed, his hand sliding up her thigh, his thumb brushing her inner lips. "You’re dripping," he observed, his voice thick with lust.

Rebecca whimpered, her hips rocking forward against his touch.

Stefano leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "Tell me what you want."

Rebecca’s erotic contralto whimpered under the weight of his hypnotic charm.

Once, she would have hesitated. Once, she would have fought.

Now?

"You," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Always you, Daddy."

Stefano groaned, the middle-aged man's throbbing boner jumping against his slacks.

The Final Training

Stefano didn’t waste time.

He dragged the pale beauty up by her hair, pushing his daughter's petite frame onto her knees before him, her emerald eyes wide and waiting.

"Open," he commanded, his fingers undoing his slacks, freeing his already-hard cock.

Rebecca obeyed instantly, her lips parting, her tongue peeking out in offering.

Stefano guided himself to her mouth, the swollen head brushing her lower lip. "Lick."

Rebecca’s tongue laved over his length, slow, worshipful, her eyes locked on his as she tasted him.

Stefano’s grip tightened in her hair. "Good girl," he praised, his voice rough. "Now take it."

Rebecca opened wider, the young woman's luscious lips stretching around his girth as he pushed forward, his fat throbbing cock sliding deep into her throat.

She gagged, her eyes watering, her fingers clutching at his thighs—but she didn’t pull away.

Stefano groaned, his hips rocking forward, fucking her face in slow, deep strokes. "Such a perfect little cocksleeve," he growled, watching her struggle to take him.

Rebecca moaned around him, her pussy dripping onto the floor beneath her.

Stefano pulled back, the middle-age man's fat pulsing prick glazed with her spit, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Stand up," he ordered. "Bend over the bed."

Rebecca scrambled to obey, her body aching for his touch, her ass raised high in the air, her pussy glistening with need.

Stefano traced a single finger down her spine, over the curve of her ass, dipping between her thighs to tease her soaked entrance.

"Tell me what you are," he murmured.

Rebecca whimpered. "Y-yours, Daddy."

Stefano smacked her ass, hard, making her yelp. "Louder."
"Yours!" she cried, her soft contralto breaking.

Stefano rewarded her with two fingers plunging into her cunt, curling just right—

Rebecca screamed, her orgasm ripping through her, the young woman's tight walls clenching around his fingers like a vice.

Stefano chuckled, his free hand gripping her hip. "Now," he growled, lining his cock up with her dripping entrance. "Let’s finish your training."

He thrust in one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against her clit.

Rebecca sobbed, her body stretching around him, her fingers clawing at the sheets.

Stefano didn’t give her time to adjust. He pounded into her, his hips pistoning, his cock claiming her in deep, ruthless strokes.

"Daddy—oh God—yes!"

Stefano growled, his fingers digging into her hips. "This pussy is mine," he snarled, his voice thick with possession.

Rebecca nodded desperately, her words dissolving into broken moans as pleasure wrecked her.

Stefano reached around, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing rough circles as he fucked her senseless.
Rebecca’s vision whited out, her orgasm shattering her, her cunt milking his cock as she screamed his name.

Stefano followed her over the edge with a roar, his cum flooding her womb in thick, hot spurts, the ring burning against his finger as her body accepted him completely.

When he finally stilled, panting against her back, Rebecca lay beneath him, limp, used, his.

Stefano smirked, pressing a kiss to her trembling lips.

"Mine."

The Aftermath

Rebecca lay curled against Stefano’s chest, her body sated, her mind peaceful.

Once, she had fought.

Once, she had resisted.

Now?

Now she belonged.

Stefano traced idle circles on her hip, his obsidian ring pulsing softly against her skin.

"Happy, princess?" he murmured.

Rebecca nuzzled closer, her lips brushing his neck.

"Perfect, Daddy."

The End.