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Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

The water that was quietly running within the private bathroom was turned off, from the shower stepped a man with dark brown hair and steely-blue eyes. His flesh was lightly tanned, with sculpted muscles and a trained abdomen. He covered the lower half of his body with a towel and dried himself off, running a large hand through his hair. It was early in the morning when Josiah Lockhart finished cleaning himself. It was near the time when the kids had to go to school. Josiah strode into his room, where his eyes flickered to the empty bed. In it, his wife used to sleep until she left them. Until then, they were happy, but now... even his daughter was affected by it. It enraged him almost to the point of no return. Getting dressed in a tight-fitting black shirt that accentuated his form and tan pants that were neatly buckled with a black belt. Outside his room, he heard the familiar footsteps of his son, getting ready for school. Unlike his son, Josiah's daughter was what you would call... troublesome. She was highly unruly, wearing what she liked with no regards to his orders, despite knowing how much he hated it. Sometimes, it even seemed that she was wearing such clothes to tease him. His right hand clenched tightly in anger and walked out of the room, taking his cellphone before walking downstairs.
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

Anna strolled from her room in her normal attire. A pink baby tea that hung low, much lower then it should have. She cut it to a point it barely covered anything. She didn't ware a bra simply for the fact they 'restricted' her too much. Not that her chest was huge, but big enough to need something. And a pair of jean hot pants that were at least two sizes too tight, clinging to her cheeks and leaving nothing to the imagination. With a toss of her head, the red strands hung over her shoulder. She was a spitting imagine of her mother, besides her eyes. The same steal blue as her father. She never meant to cause trouble for her father, she loved him like any daughter would. But she wanted to dress how she wanted. She wanted to party until three am. She wanted to tease the boys, make them think they had a chance then kick them when they made a move. For whatever reason she hated being touched. That same reason kept her from having a boyfriend. She would have liked to have one but everything that came with it...she didn't want it. She tried to blame her mothers leaving and seeing what that did to her father. The young woman didn't notice her brother, just brushing past him to beat him to the bathroom. It had only been a week since she got kicked out of collage. It was hard enough to get in and they still had to pay for the first semester plus room and board. She acted as if it was nothing. Taking rule of the house, having friends over, doing as she pleased and spending money she didn't have. She didn't even think of getting a job or going to another school. She lived life like any nineteen year old girl would.
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

Mark felt his sister brush, attempting to beat him to the bathroom. But, at the moment, he was more interested in getting something to eat. He rose an eyebrow in confusion as he watched his sister walk down the hall. He always wondered why she wore such tight and revealing clothes. None of the girls he knew at school were that free with their clothes. But, he shrugged it off Anna wasn't his problem. Rather, she was their dad's. Walking downstairs to see his father in the kitchen, he waved at him and smiled. Morning, dad, he said, and received a simple wave in return. Getting something to eat, he and his dad sat the table, eating in silence for the time being until Anna came downstairs.
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

Anna fixed her hair, making it into a bun but some of it fell out over he shoulder. Even this early in the morning she put on her make up. Not too much but enough to be noticed. She saved the bold colors for later. She never did anything without a little on. She knew her father hated it. She knew he hated everything she did. But she did it. She didn want him mad, just to notice her. She went downstairs and smiled wide at both of them. Going to her bother and kissing him on the cheek. Morning baby brother. then sat next to her father and ruffled his hair. Hi daddy. How are you this morning? Obivlous to her fathers rage.
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

Josiah's eyes looked over to Anna as she came in, and looked back at his food before realizing what she was wearing. Mark chuckled slightly smiled, pushing an extra plate of food towards her. Her father said nothing as she sat next to him, but his eyes gazed down to what she was wearing. He could plainly see her cleavage in the shirt that revealed her smooth stomach and pretty navel But the pants she wore that seemed as if they were made to squeeze into and show everything made him grimaced. What are you wearing? he asked sternly, looking at her. God, she reminded him of her mother. The lithe figure, bountiful breasts and firm ass had all the details of her, save for one thing Anna was better. But in reminding him of her mother, it gave him the memory of cheating on him and leaving, something that made his blood boil.
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

She pulled the plate too her and got out a fork. Just as she went to eat she turned to her father. The same thing I always sleep in. It's nothing new. Why do you always ask? You act like I put it on for you. She didn't intend to sound as she did a bitch. She knew it would only anger her father more. It was never intentional but it happen. Everytime. It's like she had to make him mad. Anna was smart. She also knew how much like her mother she was. Her mother left what seemed like long ago. She tried to replace her, doing things around the house and helping out. For a while she was a perfect daughter. But she grew tired of it quickly. When her father scolded her, she did something else. It rose from there as she grew to be just like that woman of the past. I feel like wearing it. Stop looking and you wouldn't have an issue. It's not my fault I look like mom. I dot whore around like she did.
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

Her father grimaced at the remark, feeling the sting of it sink in, reminding him even more of his wife. His gaze turned back to her when she talked again, leaning in close with snarl. You may not, but you're asking for bad things to happen! he growled, letting go of his fork to turn his entire body towards her.
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

Anna rolled her eyes at her father and just started eatting. It was the same argument everytime. She'd rather have some food in her before the yelling started again. Mark pass the salt, please. And continued to ignore her father. Leaning over to her brother to get the salt, her breast rubbed on her fathers arm. She brealy noticed and took what she wanted, going back to her food.
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

Josiah obviously wasn't pleased when Anna ignored him, but said nothing as he turned back to his food. He would deal with it later. Mark nodded and grabbed the salt, holding out the container for her with a slight smile. He hadn't noticed either, but, of course, their father did. His eyes flickered down to his arm as Anna's bare breast touched his arm. A shiver was sent down his spine and caused him to close his eyes for a moment. Since then, he did his best to ignore it. After they ate breakfast, Mark got ready for school. He pulled up his hoodie and looked at Anna and his father for a moment before hugging him goodbye. He left without a word, not wanting to be in the crossfire of what was about to happen.
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

After breakfast was over she wen to her room and left the dishes. She put on a very tasteful out fit. This time is was a low cut tang, blue with silver glitter letters Daddies little girl. it was clearly a shirt meant for a young girl without a chest. Once again she hung out of it with no bra. Her nipples clear as day. Her pants were longer this time, but low cut jeans and way too tight. They rode up in both the front and back. She let her hair hang over her face, tieing the rest back. Her makeup was thinker now with a few tones and colors to match her hair and eyes. I'm going out. I'll be home for dinner. Just as she went to open the door she turned to her father with a sweet smile. Can I borrow some money? We're going to the mall later and there's a really cute top I wanted to get.
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

Josiah's attention flickered towards his daughter, who once again changed her clothes, though it continued to be a sluttish origin. He gritted his teeth in anger, seeing the pink flesh around her nipples peeking out from under the shirt, and saw the pants gripping her pussy and ass hungrily. Once hearing her question, his expression grew cold. You're not going out like that. I'm not having my daughter look like a fucking slut, he said, keeping his tone as calm as possible.
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

I'll look however I want. Everyone dresses the same. I'm not a slut! I've never slept with anyone. She glared at her father. She hated that word. She never slept with anyone. The only men who ever touched her, even just a hug, was her father and brother. Anna gripped the doorknob with her arm shaking slightly in anger. I'm not like mom. I don't sleep around. Stop assuming I'm just like her! Then turned the knob and threw the door open. But she didn't move. She wanted her father to apologize for calling her a slut not just once in the same morning.
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

Suddenly, as soon as the door was swung open, Josiah's large hand slammed it shut with a loud bang. He quickly closed the distance between them, cornering her against the wall and he seethed in anger. That's not the point. You are my daughter, and as long as you live under my house, you will live by my rules, he growled, his substantial size making it impossible for her to move.
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

Anna turned quickly and stared at her father. He got mad before, blew up at her. But he never got physical. Maybe threw things when he was in another room but never at her. She stared in shock a moment then shoved her hands onto his chest to shove him away. But her chest being out made it harder, only rubbing the soft mounds into his chest as well. Maybe I'm sick of living in your house then! I'm old enough to take care of myself. I have friends I can live with.
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

Feeling her hands and breasts pushing against forced Josiah to close his eyes for a minutes. She was fighting him, and he liked it. Instinctively, he moved closer, feeling her breasts even more and her nipples rubbing against him. You are not leaving this house... he said with a growl. Then, without warning, his other hand slid up to her neck and clenched not tight enough to choke, but enough for her to freeze. It was then he decided. I've got something better in mind.
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

She tried to move back as he got closer and turned her head away. She sucked on her bottom lip feeling her nipples harden against his chest. It's not like she never felt that before, she touched herself plenty of times. If anyone looked under her bed they would find a few toys. And she always kept her computer history cleared. But being close to someone, let alone her father, and getting the same feeling was shameful to say the least. Anna looked up, her eyes going wide at the hand on her neck. Insintivly her hands shot up and grabbed the wrist of that arm. D-Dad....let me go....y-you're hurting me...
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

Quiet. And come with me. Josiah snarled, the fact that her nipples were hardening against solidifying his decision. He pushed off the wall, though his grip was still hard around her neck as he pulled her to the stairs. Then, wanting some fun of his own, he slipped his thick arm between her juicy thighs and pulled her up easily so that she sat upon his arm as he carried her up the stairs. He groaned softly as he felt her young pussy rubbing against his arm, imagining it was his cock. That would come soon enough...
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

Anna whimpered in her fathers grasp. She was forced to follow but she didn't go willingly. She kicked and tried to hit the man. Even going as far to bite at him as soon as she felt something between her legs. PUT ME DOWN! I'LL...I'LL CALL THE COPS! She flailed and kept fighting, biting on his arm and trying to claw at his neck and face with her well managed nails.
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

Josiah, astonishingly, was unaffected by her attacks, even as she scratched and bit him heavily. He slammed the door open to his room, walking to his bed before throwing her down onto its covers. Shut up! You won't be doing anything, bitch, he growled, planting his hands onto the bed and pressing himself down upon her, his muscled chest feeling her nipples harden and the bulge grinding against her jean-covered pussy.
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

Her eyes went wide. How could he....what was going on. Her father was never so aggressive before. She wanted to cry, run away, find her brother. But she was helpless. She turned her head away, pushing her hands on her fathers chest. G-Get off...dad....please.... Her chest rubbed over his, she felt her nipples harden from the contact only adding to the shame of this situation. But then she felt something else. Something hard rubbing a spot she never wanted someone to rub. Her face turned red and shoved harder. Y-You have to get off....I'll go change....
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

His eyes, it seemed, began to flicker between the images of his ex-wife and his daughter, pressed against him. He saw his wife in Anna, and it angered him. But what was he doing now? Was he punishing her? Or did he only want to give her what she deserved? No. You'll only wear what I want you to wear, honey, Josiah replied, and slowly slid his large, firm hands over her waist, feeling the succulent skin that was... his. They went up until the tips of his fingers touched the bottom of her perky breasts, and they slipped under the little fabric she had.
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

Her hands jolted up to grab the wrist of the hand that was slowly moving to a place they shouldn't. Anna screamed and brought her knee up to kick her father in the crotch, feeling just how hard he was. She was mortified, scared. Stop! She kicked again as hard as she could, hitting his hard cock again. Anything to get him and his hands off.
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

Her small, dainty hands were, of course, ineffective against his larger ones, but Josiah grunted in pain as she kneed him twice, but he didn't budge. Instead, he moved his legs so that her own were spread apart, stopping her kicks and forcing her to feel the hardness of his erection even more. You bitch. I think . . . if anyone is going to fuck you first, it should be daddy, don't you? he inquired, though he obviously didn't care for the answer. His hands were now able to clutch at her breasts, feeling them in his hands as he groped her, grinding his bulge against her.
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

She had to bite her lip hard, making herself bleed as she felt him grinding harder. She shook her head hard still trying to force him off. Her body was trying to give in, years of denying herself another persons touch was making her body yell at her to give in. But this was....so wrong. Why was he doing this? Her own father. She stopped moving at his words. It took a few moments to think about those words. NO! Daddy please....I'll be good...! I p-promise...please stop...
Thread: Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

Her words and yells only urged him on further, the pads of his fingers taking her nipples and rubbing and pulling at them without hesitation. His hips thrusted roughly, pushing his daughter against the bed a little and making her body shake. Josiah's hands expertly groped at her breasts, continuing to play with her young body. Daddy is going to fuck you, baby . . . I can't wait to feel my cock inside you, he whispered, smirking maliciously as he thrusted hard again.
Thread: On the road [Cherubian & Mr. D]

The roads always made him feel free. The wind blew in from the open window of his pickup truck and made a mess of what was left of his almost completely grey, straggling, thin hair. He had just rolled out of Laredo at the Mexican border, and all he could see ahead was the straight highway reaching out for the horizon, and on both sides of it the desert. He pressed the gas pedal down, and watched the city shrink in the rear mirror. A feeling of power spread through his body as he raced into the wilderness of the landscape ahead. It was six in the morning, and he was alone on Interstate 35 - it was just him and the desert. It would be a long drive north, and it would take days for him to reach Minneapolis, but he was looking forward to the journey. Since no one was around, he could just as well unbuckle his belt to let his belly out. All the fat did not make him look any good, but he just liked beer to much to care. Besides, his rugged body, crooked smile with brown teeth and scarred face did not make him any attractive, so in the end his constantly growing belly did not make much of a difference. Especially that red scar that started on his right cheek and continued above the eye across his forehead made people shun him, it even seemed to scare some. And after all, even though he was fat he was also strong - his arms were still muscular, he was 6'3'' tall and weight 280 pounds - so he could understand why some found him intimidating. He turned up the music, some old Iron Maiden album, and even started to sing along to the lyrics with a hoarse voice. Life ought to always be like this - no responsibilities, no rules, just the feeling of speed and the wind and the beautiful landscape passing by. He was so caught in the moment that he almost did not notice the girl standing at the side of the road. But when he finally saw her, he hit the brakes with all his weight. With a loud skid, the red pickup truck stopped right beside her. The car was old, and were it not for the bright color it would not be visible at all under all the dried in dust. The board was covered with tarpaulin, and it looked like it was loaded with boxes under it. He put his tattooed, thick arm on the window frame and leaned out with a smile on his face, his one golden tooth shining in the sun. The tattoo of his arm depicted two snakes circling around the arm, trying to bite each other. It had looked cool when he was young, but now when he was over 50 it just looked out of place. Need a ride? he asked with an insinuating voice. The satisfied tone made it all to clear that he would be happy to have the company of an attractive women for a while. Most women, however, would find that cheesy smile and unshaved face appalling, but that did not stop him from blinking his eye and laugh a muffled laugh.
Thread: On the road [Cherubian & Mr. D]

Youre driving all the way to Minneapolis? Would that mean you could drop me off in Des Moines? Now thats what I call being lucky. Her mouth broadened in a wide grin, and all the maybe not quite so aesthetic aspects of the pickups driver cabin immediately paled compared to the prospect of having gotten a free trip all the way on her first try. That grin was even unperturbed when his eyes feasted on her breasts and his last comment only emphasized the open display of well, was it mere admiration, or already lustful longing? It does not matter she told herself. The way Chuck looked like he probably had severe problems finding female company at all, even though it was not his fault, and he had to resort to that sort of magazines. She knew she might be a bit nave at the moment, but if he really was worse than she gave him credit for, she could always deal with that when it came up. And she had to be honest, his open unconcealed stares fixated on her bosom did feel nice in a weird way, it seemed some part of her liked the attention she was getting. So if he wanted to, let him all he wanted, well as long as he was able to keep the truck on the road. So she added a quick Let me just stow away my backpack before she did just that, quickly lifting the tarpaulin without checking what else was beneath it and shoving her single piece of luggage underneath, so it would be protected on the very rare chance that they would encounter rain. Once that was done she hopped into the passenger cabin it took her a moment to adjust to the smell, but not longer and sit down on the passenger seat, instinctively reaching back and fastening the seat belt around her chest. Ready to go Chuck, let the horses run was her comment as she had closed the passenger door behind her and was smiling at him.
Thread: On the road [Cherubian & Mr. D]

Even before the door was fully closed he pushed the gas pedal down to the bottom, the engine made a loud roar and the truck started with a jerk. Speed limits did not seem to concern him, and his seat belt wasn't even buckled. But after all the road was empty apart from the truck in this ungodly hour. He picked up a cigarette from his pocket, and left the wheel with both hands to light it. When she fastened her seat belt, he just shook his head, muttering something barely hearable. Don't even trust the driving skill of her own driver Such a pussy. Then he continued in a louder voice So, what have we got here then? A lonely teenage girl trying to catch a lift to a place far, far away Let me guess. He pretended to think for a couple of seconds, rubbing his chin. A dropout escaping military school? No You look fit enough to make it through that. he said, still not taking his eyes of her body. He didn't seem to care much about the road - his eyes was on her, one hand was holding the cigarette, and the other was just resting nonchalantly on the wheel. Maybe a lover longing to meet her long lost love? he said with a theatrical voice, continuing his guessing game. Or who knows, a cold blooded murderer trying to escape justice? He laughed out loud at his own joke, blowing out smoke from his open mouth. Come on Yesenia, tell me, what are you running away from? The trucks engine coughed and rumbled as the speed meter approached 150 miles per hour, and the check engine light was blinking. Chuck, however, seemed to be in his right element, feeling like a fish in water as the car rushed down the road.