A moan escapes your lips, and suddenly, the pill is in

He's pressing you up against the wall, one hand with a firm grasp of your hair. You can't deny how aroused your body is by the scenario he's proposing. If only he'd **** the pill upon you, it would have been easier. You know, from your arousal, that you would have accepted it. But actually making the choice is harder. If you were to accept, it would be all the more humiliating. Which might be just what he is going for.

Then, suddenly, his leg presses up against your pelvis, grinding against you. Your lips part in an involuntary moan, and with that, his fingers slip inside you, placing the pill on your tongue. You gulp, and before your conscious mind has caught up with what just happened, the pill is in your stomach. It's done. Your body betrayed you, making the choice for you, and now you are at your fathers mercy. You shudder at the thought.

"Good girl," your father says, as he releases his grip. "Now, let's discuss what I expect from you. First of all, whenever we're in private, I expect you to be naked." He grabs your dress, yanks it up, pulling it off you, and takes a step back.

He's just standing there, looking at you, and you realize what he expects. With your eyes cast down, you reach behind you and unfasten your bra, letting it fall to the floor. Your wet panties cling to your sex as you pull them down. You now stand in front of him, naked, exposed. "God, you're beautiful, Julie," he says. "Kneel."

Doing as your told, your face is now level with his crotch. It's hard to not notice the big bulge in his pants, and you fully expect him to unzip and use your mouth. Instead, he moves an armchair over, and sits down in front of you, and you experience a slight sliver of disappointment. "Oh, how I've missed this. You know, your mother was a submissive little slut as well. Always attentive to my needs, always available for my use whenever I wanted. It changed a bit after we got you - obviously, her primary duty came to be to raise you, but it never went away. I wonder if you'll be able to fill her shoes?"

He goes on talking about him and your mother, and about the similarities he sees between her and you. "I expect you to strive for the example set by her," he finishes. "With some training, I am sure you'll do well. So far, you haven't disappointed me." He smirks. "But know that if you do, there will be... consequences. Is all this understood?"

Your heart is beating hard in your small chest, kneeling, your legs spread, totally exposed to the man your body finds to be the perfect specimen of masculinity. The rightful place for a girl to be in, in front of her man. Your throat is dry, and with barely a whisper, you answer. "Yes, Sir."
"That's my girl. Now crawl over to the bed, and prepare to be bred like the little bitch you are." You silently obey, noting how your breasts swing under you. As you pass him, he gives your butt a hard slap, and a yelp escapes your lips. "Ass up, face down," he tells you.

You climb up on the bed, spread your legs and lower your head down on the pillow. The wetness of your naked sex exposed, you can feel a slight chill down there, but you know that soon, it'll be replaced with a hard, masculine warmth. You can hear your father get up from the chair, hear him unbuckling his belt, the pants falling to the floor, but as you try to turn around to have a look at him, to see him in his full naked glory, he reprimands you. "No, face forward." So you just stay there, in quiet anticipation, as he takes his time admiring you.

Finally, you feel the bed move as he gets up into it. He positions himself between your legs, and as the tip of his penis makes contact with your entrance, you find yourself arching your back, pushing against him. "This time, I'm going to breed you for real. Do you know how long it took for me to get your mother pregnant?" You shiver at his words. "No, Daddy?" He sinks himself deep inside you, meeting no resistance from your tight cunt. "After we stopped using birth control, she was with child before a month had gone by. My seed is that powerful, and I'm willing to bet you're just as fertile as your mother."

He starts pounding away. pushing you into the mattress. You can only quiver and moan, as he fucks you hard. It's a mixture of pain and pleasure, his huge cock stretching you to your limits, his cock going deep, deep inside you, bottoming out and pressing against your cervix. With each trust, you feel a pleasure building, all through your body. It's similar, yet different, from the experience you had before. Not so much focused on your sex, but more spread throughout your body. A tingling warmth, a glow, permeating your entire body and mind. Transcendent, like the pleasure of sex and the giddy feeling of infatuation rolled into one. A feeling of elation is growing, at the fact that it's him behind you, filling you up, possibly about to make you pregnant with his child. Is it just the chemical rush of the sex, or are you starting to fall for your father?

"Please, Daddy, come deep inside me!"

"As if you have a choice in the matter," he grunts. "Luckily for you, that's exactly what I want to do. Soon," he pauses, his trusts becoming harder, "Soon, your little cunt will be filled to the brim with my eager seed, racing towards that egg inside you. Imagine yourself a few months from now, your tummy swelling beyond the point that you can hide it, being at my beck and call, carrying a little baby boy for me." And you do. You start imagining life as Julie. About throwing the Plan B away, going home, staying like this. Becoming your fathers girlfriend. Fiancee. Wife. A wedding, in a beautiful white dress, your belly showing that you are heavy with child. And your wedding night, when the trappings of equality paraded in front of everyone are thrown away and you resume your duties as your husbands eager ****. It pushes you beyond the edge, and you come, hard. Your spasming is just the thing your father needs. "I'm... coming," he groans, and pushes himself as far in as he can, twitching, spurting his sticky load deep inside you, before finally collapsing on top of you, pinning you down.

Recovering himself, he pushes himself off you, and turns you over on your back. He kisses you, passionately, and you eagerly respond. When your lips disconnect, you gaze up at him, and find the glow still lingering. Seeing him above you like this is sending butterflies through your stomach. The feeling of his seed still inside you gives you a pleasurable warmth throughout your body. "Thank you, Sir, for your seed," you whisper. He only smiles, and lies down beside you, spooning you, holding you tight. You wonder about how he feels. Is he feeling the same? In the space of the last hours, he's called you a bitch, a slut, possibly manipulated you into wanting to have sex with him, possibly even tricking you into ending up as his **** for an indefinite length of time. But he has also shown a loving side. His kiss, just now, after sex, didn't feel like a rough, sexual thing. It wasn't part of the sexual game. In a way, it was possessive, but it also had other connotations. From that moment, you had felt more like a highly cherished possession than a sex toy. His arms enveloping you, holding you tight against his hard, masculine body as you lie on the bed, heightens that impression.

You lie there for a while, reflecting on this. Eventually, you discover that your father has fallen asleep behind you, and you decide to gently wake him. "Sir, maybe we should get up and get ready? We don't want to miss the ball."

He nods, and kisses you again. "That's my girl," he tells you. "Just like your mother. You go first. A quick shower, no fiddling about." You do as you're told, and as you step into the bathroom you take a quick peek behind you at your resting father. The glow is certainly still there.