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Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

Glancing off toward the crumpled bundle of her freshly removed tights that lay upon the floor nearby, hesitating as her bare toes now curled against the soft cushioning of the carpet beneath her feet. She could defy him, she could, but her punishment would be far worse if she did and already she was trembling from the prospect of receiving any further spankings. Quivering hands moved to hike up her skirt, lifting the navy blue fabric to hook her fingers under the waist pant of her white panties, carefully tugging them over her hips and down her thighs, the skirt falling back in place as she progressed. The fabric fell about her ankles and Lindsay delicately stepped out of them, inching toward her father again. She was in arms reach once again, deep green eyes fixed upon his lap as Damion waited, seething with gradually increasing rage. Best she take her punishment, it would be easier on her if she did. Her youthful chest rose and fell with anxious breaths, leaning down to once again lie herself across her father's lap, cool air rushing beneath her skirt to tickle at her now exposed rear.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

After a moment when it seemed that she would disobey, Lindsay reluctantly began to lift up her skirt. Damion subconsciously watched with intent as she exposed herself to him, tugging the tight white panties down her silky legs and onto the floor. He took a deep breath as she approached, once again assuming the position. Damion could feel the mounds of her breasts against the side of his leg, and gazed over to her bare buttocks. Her father exhaled softly as he felt even more stirring, wanting desperately to see his daughter's lips. Again laying his hand against her bottom, his fingers began to knead and tease the flesh of her little ass, making an excuse of wanting the flesh to be more sensitive, when in reality he just wanted to to feel her intimate flesh. Raising his hand, Damion swung it down to give her a sharp slap, leaving a bright red mark on one cheek. Before he swung again, her father used his left hand to lift and pull the hem of her skirt away, giving him a pleasing sigh of her entire rear. With two more powerful spankings, Damion leaned towards her ear. Lift your ass for daddy, baby girl. Come on . . . he said in a surprisingly sweet voice, lightly spanking her flesh to egg her forward.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

Lindsay stared down at the floor fixedly, biting down upon her lower lip as she awaited the continuation of her punishment. One hand held onto her father's leg, the fingertips of her other hand pressed into the carpet in order to keep herself balanced. A small shudder swept down her spine, a shiver of fear and anticipation, as a hand drifted over her exposed rear, stroking and squeezing the peachy soft skin. Then the hand vanished and every muscle in her young body tensed and braced against lap as it hovered ominously in the air, unseen behind her. This time the slap stung, a yelp of pain escaping past her trembling lips as the skin hurriedly flushed a hot pinch. There was no reprieve, no sooner had she drawn in breath to steady herself than his hand fell upon her again, drawing another cry for the girl. Eyes squeezed shut as the fabric of her skirt was tugged upward and bunched about her waist, colour appearing in her face now at being so exposed. The two slaps that followed drew further cries from Lindsay, the teen squirming uncomfortably upon her father's lap as her little ass flushed a hot red. Biting down upon her lower lip, she shuffled about, straighten her legs slightly to lift her youthful rear as her father commanded, clearly not wishing to bring about any further punishment on her sensitive flesh by disobeying.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

With each yelp and cry of pain that elicited from his young daughter's lips, Damion let out a light exhale to pent his arousal, but it wasn't enough. After the second slap of her precious, smooth flesh, her father's jeans began to tighten, a bulge starting to appear but still unseen from Lindsay. After every spanking, Damion groped her buttocks further, soothing the pain and making her ever-more sensitive. At the third slapping, he watched as she did as she was told, and lifted her ass into the air and presenting a much more delectable and arousing target like a good little girl. Ahh . . . he exhaled, running his hand over her reddened ass. I think you almost understand, darling. Then, Damion's hand slipped down her rear and between her legs, cupping that soft, tight pussy. He restrained the sound of a moan from the feel of his daughter's cunt, and lightly slapped the sensitive flesh, each time brushing against her clit. When he was done, Damion removed his hand and put them under her arms, easily lifting her up and seating her on his right leg. From there, the rough texture of his jeans rubbed against her pussy as he looked at her tear-soaked face. Do you understand me, baby? he asked, wiping her tears away but not allowing her to get up just yet.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

The reddened flesh throbbed with her pulse, the skin hot to the touch as Damion's hand rubbed and soothed the area he had just slapped. Lindsay was anticipating another slap, another blow, as his fingers teased at her sensitive little ass, hinting that soon her punishment would be over. What happened next was entirely unexpected, the warmth of her father's hand slipping past the soft swell of her rump to settle between her thighs and lie snuggly against her unguarded pussy. Her thighs pressed in around his hand, instinctively trying to close him out but only succeeding in pressing him closer against her. She knew this wasn't right, even Daddy shouldn't be touching her there - right? That's what they said in Sex Education. Lindsay squirmed, considering trying to pull herself free, until her father's fingers tapped firmly against the sensitive flesh. She gasped, the jolt that shot through her a different kind of pain to the one she had received before, setting her to squirming again. The moment didn't last long, his hand pulling away from between her thighs before she was lifted and set against his knee. She felt a flood of relief wash through her, trying to ignore the still pulsing hot flesh as she focused her attention upon her father, lifting a hand to hurriedly wipe at her damp cheek. Her current position wasn't entirely comfortable, her skirt having fallen back down about her legs while her father's thigh sat snuggly between her own, the coarse fabric of his jeans pressing and rubbing against her skin as she maintained her balance. It made her tingle slightly, cheeks still a little rosy due to her embarrassment. A mute nod was given at his question, followed by a deep trembling breath. Y-yes, Daddy. I'm sorry..
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

When Lindsay attempted to push his hand away from her unprotected cunt, he felt them become even closer, making him squirm in delight. He watched lustfully, enjoying the way she squirm when he patted her lips. Once she was on his leg, Damion began to subtly bounce his knee up and down, causing further motion and sensations. He wanted to see if she would comment on the feeling, and if her body was liking this. But it ultimately did not matter to him. He smiled softly as she apologized, nodding her understanding. Good, he muttered, placing his large hands on her waist. Now give Daddy a hug and a kiss . . . This was routine after any punishment, to make sure they understood that he loved them. Without waiting for her to obey, Damion pulled Lindsay in for a tight, affectionate embrace, making her clit grind against his leg. Then, pulling away, he leaned in and kissed his daughter lightly on the mouth. But, as he hesitated, the kiss lingered for a few seconds longer than usual. So he pressed forth, deepening the kiss for another five seconds before breaking it. By now, a large bulge was in his jeans, but he made that her attention was focused on him and not anything down below.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

Rough denim shifted against her with each subtle movement of her father's leg, making her squirm and shift to take the friction off the more sensitive areas, sniffing faintly as she brushed away the unshed tears that still clung to her eyelashes. Mostly Lindsay didn't know what to think, or how she felt. Truthfully she just wanted to be allowed to scurry away to her room and do her homework, hopefully avoiding any further punishment. The hands that settled upon her slender waist suggested that wasn't going to happen straight away, but the teen knew exactly what was coming next. Obediently, her slim arms wrapped themselves about his neck and she pressed a light kiss to his cheek. She wobbled slightly upon his leg, unbalanced by his arms suddenly pulling her close against him and she felt the coarse material upon which she sat grind against her. Her thighs squeezed about his own, adjusting herself slightly as she held the hug for a suitable length before pulling back. The kiss was not unexpected, a light peck on the lips wasn't entirely uncommon, but when it lingered a little longer than necessary, Lindsay could only stare back at her father in confusion. When he pulled back, she forced a weak smile to her lips and began to attempt to rise to her feet and detach herself from him. I..I should go do my homework.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

Damion remained calm at the look of confusion on her face he wasn't about to act nervous and yell at her. No, he wanted more of her. But how? As Lindsay tried to get up and excuse herself, Damion increased the tightness of his grip, forcing her to keep sitting on his leg. Not just yet, he replied sternly. I want to talk to you. Taking a deep breath to allow himself to collect his thoughts, Damion began. I'm disappointed in you, you know that? But somehow, you remind me of your mother, and not just in how you look, he explained. Your mother was also selfish and willful, and she would rarely listen to anything I told her. Which is why I'm giving you an opportunity to make me happy. You do want to make me happy, don't you? The reason he brought up the topic of her mother was for the sole reason of making her ashamed she knew how much he hated her mother, and he hoped this would make her more willing to please him. Do you want Daddy to teach you how to make me happy, baby? he asked, bouncing her a bit more rigorously on his leg to keep her stimulated.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

Lindsay had tried to shuffle back, tried to stand and step away to escape into the sanctuary of her bedroom, but her father's grip upon her didn't slacken in the least, holding her firmly in place. A slight frown touched the teen's smooth brow as she peered back at him with those deep green eyes, awaiting to hear what more he had to say. Surely he wasn't still angry with her? She had said she was sorry, and she really was - she never liked to disappoint her father. Her heart lurched within her chest when Damion stated she had done just that, a thoroughly crestfallen expression taking hold of her gentle face. Eyes still glistening from crying, she rapidly lowered her gaze to stare at her father's chest as he compared her to the women that had abandoned them all, fresh tears gathering quickly. O-of course I want to make you happy, Daddy. Her lower lip trembled a little, squirming upon his constantly shifting leg, wiping hurriedly at her eyes to keep from crying again. A weak nod was her only response to his offer of helping her in making him happy, drawing in a deep trembling breath. All she wanted in the world was for her father to be happy with her, proud of her.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

Damion spoke to her in low, hushed tones, making sure each word was emphasized and heard. When her face changed to that of sadness and fear, Damion knew he did it right. He wiped her eyes gently of any tears, kissing her cheeks very softly in order to keep her close. Very good, he said with a smile. One of the first things that would make me very happy is that you would kiss Daddy like Mommy used to. Do you remember how she did that? Regardless of her reply, he pulled her even closer so that her knee pressed gently against the base of his clothed bulge and that her clit would now feel more pressure than ever. Lean in close to Daddy and kiss my lips. Then move them over mine, and be sure to follow my movements, too. Understand, baby? he inquired, his fingers squeezing her waist affectionately. Just in case she was still unsure, Damion bent his mouth up and kiss her affectionately on the forehead, his heart thudding wildly in his chest, getting excited from manipulating his daughter like this.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

The young teen's eyes drifted closed as her father's fingers brushed aside the droplets of water that still clung to her cheek, head still dipped so that her face was mostly hidden from him. A faint frown touched her brow as he began to explain how it was that she could make him happy, confusion misting a naive and somewhat fragile mind. Why would her father want her to do something that mummy had done? Didn't he hate her? Wasn't she a selfish bitch? She tried to think back to when she had last seen her parents kiss, tried to picture what it had been like, how their lips had met. Truthfully it wasn't something she had paid any attention to. A small shake of the head spilled the long auburn strands of hair forward, further concealing her face as her father's arms tightened about her, drawing her ever closer. She squirmed, attempting to alleviate the pressure of his leg between her slender thighs, uncertain of the tingling warmth it caused. The gentle kiss to her forehead brought a light smile to her lips, the soft affectionate touch making the girl's heart skip a little in her chest. This was how she remembered her father before mummy had left - kind and gentle and affectionate. What was the harm in giving her daddy a kiss if it made him happy? If it meant she could be a little girl again and cuddle up to him. I can try? she volunteered uncertainly, lifting her head to meet her father's eyes with her own, her tongue darting out briefly to moisten her lips. With a brief moment's hesitation, Lindsay leant forward to press her soft lips against her father's own.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

Damion wondered for a moment if she would remember, much less even agree to kiss him. He could see her thinking, confused about his statement yes, he hated their mother with everything he had, but he couldn't deny her having one of the finest bodies he had ever been with. He didn't tell Lindsay this, instead allowing her to decide on her own before she shook her head, not remembering. However, as he kissed her forehead and felt his jeans becoming a bit wet from her moisture, Damion saw her smile, which in turn made him smile cheerfully. Oh, how he loved to see her joyful expression, and when she spoke to tell him that she would try, her father became even more excited. He watched as she licked her lips, and hesitated before leaning close. He noticed that his mouth was open, and briefly closed it before she touched her soft, nubile lips against his own. Almost immediately the bulge in his jeans grew harder and thicker, and his leg started to bounce her a bit more effectively as she kissed him. Her lips were so lovely, so innocent . . . sliding his right hand up her stomach, over the swell of her breasts, and to her cheek, he kissed her more deeply as his mouth brushed against hers. A soft moan of pleasure let his mouth, escaping into hers as he gently stroked her cheek with his thumb.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

Lindsay felt her father's fingers brush against the gentle curve of her young breasts and shivered away from the touch uncertainly. A mistake probably, she dismissed it as such. However, the kiss suddenly did not feel as innocent as she had first thought it might be. There was a hunger behind the pressure of her father's lips against her own, the way he cradled her head with his hand, the soft rumbling sound that vibrated against the kiss. The longer the kiss endured, the more uneasy she became until she could not help but draw back uncertainly, blinking up at her father as she awaited some kind of explanation. Something didn't feel right. This wasn't the kind of kiss a father gave his daughter, was it? Her kiss had been light, the innocent and gentle pressure of a girl who had never shared anything more passionate with a boy, nor ever considered doing so with her father! No, she felt embarrassed and once again eager to escape to the sanctuary of her room.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

Her father continued to kiss her deeply, his greed increasing with every second that their lips were touching. But when she broke it, looking at him uncertainly, he frowned. Damion didn't want the kiss to end that early, and his disappointment showed. What is it, baby? Don't you love Daddy? he asked, once more attempting to guilt her into complying. You see, before Mommy left me, and us, she made Daddy so happy when she kissed me, among other things. When you do that, you make me very proud to be your father. So, with that, he pulled her the closest he could so that her breasts pressed against his chest, their lips only inching away. He breathed in softly, wanting to steal some of the oxygen between them so that she would have to pant. Now, do it again . . . kiss Daddy, and make sure to do it the way I did it . . . whispered Damion, closing the gap and kissing her deeply once more, stealing more of her first kiss.
Thread: In Blackest Night

Things were a lot better now. Some people might think that was a callous thing to say but fuck them. The world had been going to shit before the dead started rising. In his opinion, it'd just been an inevitable and merciful wiping of the slate. The world seemed so much more open now. The air cleaner and the sky clearer than it'd been in years. And the earth beneath his feet felt like it was finally getting the chance to breathe, after more than a decade of being slowly choked to death. The dead now seemed like Nature's hand manipulating them like puppets to get Her vengeance and even the odds. He wasn't going to join their ranks any time soon but he wasn't eager to recreate society and start on that destructive path again either. Which was why he traveled alone, avoiding groups of people when he could. And to be honest, he was better on his own, particularly when dealing with the undead. In the world before, he'd been in the military at one point, so he was trained to use the automatic rifle slung over his back, but his best weapon was the machete on his hip, the blade half as thick as his palm and longer than his forearm. Walking with a relaxed saunter, he followed the streets through the city he'd been exploring for the past couple of days, his slender, muscular form articulating an aura of ownership over this newly discovered territory. He'd set up camp in a post office and now he was looking for any supplies he could scrounge up, simply confident that any dead or living he found here could be easily dealt with. Turning down a side street on a whim, he stopped in the shadow of a red brick building when he heard the telltale grumbling and moans of the undead. Several meters ahead of him in an empty lot, a small crowd of them crouched over the body of their prey, feasting noisily on what looked like it might have been a man at some point. With a small disgusted twist to his lips, he turned back the way he came, entering afternoon light once more and continuing his trek down the main road. A soft breeze tossed scraps of litter and debris about his boots, the wind scooping the remnants and trash of humanity amidst abandoned and gutted vehicles sitting like corpses dropped haphazardly upon this asphalt river. He was heading to where he knew the highschool was - the relief effort had been centralized in many of the cities' school gymnasiums and he knew he might find some medical supplies and possibly some drugs there. On the way he became distracted by a church, it's stone face all old world style with grand, solemn arches, prickly steeples and demur stained glass windows, now broken in places. Opening one of the doors, he poked his shaved head inside, raising a dark brow as his hazel eyes adjusted to the gloom, looking for any sign of movement. Sometimes the churches were centers of sanctuary during the crises too, he knew.
Thread: In Blackest Night

It was a plain afternoon, as plain as it could with the way the Earth had turned upside down. Civilization and life as most people knew it was far gone and there was no chance of it possibly coming back. The arrival of the undead soon overpowered the majority of the normal faster than a blink of an eye. The population slowly dwindled down to a small minimum without any interruption. And the more the dead expanded, the greater disappearance occurred throughout smalls town, cities, and eventually the entire state. They were everywhere and all at once. There was no stopping the spread until there was barely anything left. Though the world was more calm and quiet, it didn't compare to the bustling reality that once existed. That was the opinion of Kristen. She believed there was barely any hope left though she tried to keep a smiling expression in front of the few normal people she had encountered since this hell began. She hadn't always been a pessimist but in the last few years her eyes were open wider to the destruction and terrorism surrounding the very world that she lived in. She grew up in a small town, sheltered most of her life from anything her parents viewed inappropriate. And it wasn't until she had began to live life on her own did she realize just how horrible this planet she called home was. Before the apocalypse, there were starving children in every country, the homeless, the different, and the less fortunate was ignored and even treated cruelly. A world she rather not live in. But then she found out she was pregnant and all in the midst of this undead madness. Every now and then, she thought of the way the world has turned out and would have much rather been dead then suffering. Then she thought of the small child she was caring and realized it will never matter what she wanted for herself, she had another person to take care of and she did everything she could to ensure the health of her baby. She had no clue how far along she was, only that she couldn't see her feet anymore and she felt sickly nearly all the time. It was why she had decided to hide out further along in her pregnancy rather than walking around like live bait. An abandoned church showed to be the perfect area to hide out. There weren't too many entrances, plenty of space so she wouldn't feel suffocated, and a cellar if she would ever need it. She didn't know how long she had stayed in here but it was rare she left and she guarded the location with everything she had. Things were barricaded except for the front door but she kept that locked at all times. Using an old shotgun she found along one of her journeys and with much practice, she kept a tight lock on her sanctuary. To her surprise, a head poked into the front door. Instantly she hoisted the gun onto her shoulder and pointed the gun at the intruder, ready to aim.