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Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

One song ended, and Hungry Like the Wolf began to play. One of her favorite songs from the 80's era, the irony was not lost upon Sarah that she had been thinking her Father's eyes were predatory in the dim light earlier. Now, out of that room and in better lighting, her Father looked more himself, and less like that frightening, solid shadow that watched her with those glittering eyes in the dark, while he lovingly caressed one device or another. Still, the edge in the man's voice was enough to have Sarah's spine stiffening just a touch. There was something in her Father's voice, a touch of sharpness there that told her that she should drop the subject promptly, a tone that she had not quite heard from him before. She knew her Father when he was angry. She knew the tone of voice he used when he was disappointed in her, and she knew exactly how he sounded when he was frustrated. But she had never quite heard this particular pitch. And for a moment, the girl was tempted to bite into her lower lip as he asked her why she cared. Hesitating a moment, her mouth opened as her Father tucked his feet under a blanket, and she found herself curling her leg under herself as she sunk down upon the opposite edge of the bed. Father and daughter regarded one another for a scant moment before her Father went on to speak. She knew immediately he was trying to shock her, perhaps to prod her away from the topic. But Sarah heard a challenge in the man's voice, and she felt as if he were awaiting a reaction, perhaps a flush of embarrassment, or shyness. Sarah held her gaze firm, and her brows furrowed a little as she stared to her Father, and then shook her head. Apparently his little girl was not quite so naive as to flinch from such a blithe statement. Instead, Sarah took her Father's words as a challenge as she frowned to the man. Come on, Dad, the girl murmured as she shook her head. I'm not a little kid. I get that you're into some... kinky stuff... Sarah said, grasping for the correct term, and finally settling upon something that seemed to be a pretty catch-all phrase. Besides, you've managed to keep this a secret from me for the last sixteen years, and you've raised me alone. That's a freaking accomplishment, right there, the girl pointed out. You can't expect me not to be curious about this.
Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

His eyes never left hers as she spoke and when she refused to break her gaze he merely stared as if she had gone mad. It was beyond tenable, beyond acceptable, and that face slowly began to change right before her very eyes. His brows furrowed, the creases in his forehead showing as his eyes narrowed just the tiniest of bits. His cheeks became more stark, harsh as his jaw tightened and his teeth came together. It caused his full lips to purse just slightly as he gazed at her with such unrelenting ferocity as to be frightening. Her Father had barely moved however, regardless of how much of an impact the emotions might be it was all done with the most imperceptible of body language. It was a testament to how well the young girl knew her father that she even picked up on any of it. He was deep in a cold anger. She had questioned him and when she was young he would have punished her for it. Would have bent her young self over his knee and spanked her ass until she was raw. Yet he would not have done it with violence, it would have been as cold and calculating as the winter outside. That was always his way, an unwillingness to give into explosive responses. An unwillingness to just hurt someone out of monstrous anger. He always contained it, controlled it, kept it focused...but it was there. She had dared to give him lip and after he had shown her mercy. That was the part which truly had made it under his skin. She had broken the rules and had dared to push further after he had not punished her. Rebelliousness was not something he would stomach and his voice was calm and direct as he spoke. Be as curious as you want, but realize I will not answer....and that you will be punished. He lay back, his eyes closing slightly as he spoke. Now, the best thing we can do right now is sleep. It will be dark soon anyways and hopefully power will come back on shortly. Now go to bed. He said it firmly, brooking no reply. What he might do if she pushed him remained to be seen, but in his mind she had toed the line and understood that the response would be unsavory to say the least. It might very well be better merely to get some rest.
Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

Comfort was not on her Father's mind. No, his mind was elsewhere as his young girl lay in bed next to him. It was on the fact that she had gone into his private sanctum and seen him for who he truly was. It was on the fact that in that one revealing moment it had been more than him that was revealed, but her as well. He had seen it in the lines of her body, the way she had ducked her head and moved...nearly retreating, nearly posturing in a motion of servitude. The tilt of one's body when they felt that a blow was coming, but they were hoping that the hand would be kind to them. In that room he had gazed upon her and she upon him, and she had wanted what she saw. He had been revealed and his little daughter had craved what he offered. It was something that had begun to make his blood boil, begun to make him sick to his stomach with need, and he had contained it. He contained it while she fell asleep next to him, having ignored so much in those few moments before she lay down. His teeth had gritted together as she removed her bra and he saw those heavy orbs moving beneath her sweater. Ignored it as she moved around, breathing, quietly adjusting herself and he understood that her young tight flesh was so very close to him. It had left him trembling even if she could not feel that, and even if she could he would have chalked it up to the cold. Maybe that was what he would tell himself as he lay there next to her...that he was cold, that he was freezing and just needed to get warm. That the emotions he was feeling were something that had no place when it was his daughter's body laying next to him and not some...fuckhole he had found on the street. Ignored it... Yet he could ignore it no longer, his eyes dark and that of a predator just as she had seen earlier. They turned towards her in the dim light of the candles nearby and he gazed at her lovely hair. One hand came up, trembling for just a second as he felt a mild bit of guilt and then touched her hair. Caressing her, caressing as if he were comforting her, but he knew better inside. His eyes closed and his face tightened, biting his lip just slightly but it was far too late inside. He would hate himself, he did love her, but...he needed this. Needed something. She would never wake up he told himself, never know what was happening....and so he moved the covers down and to the side to reveal her back and her bottom. Admiring the curve of his young girl's sweet form. His free hand came to undo his pants as he lay there, slipping out that mammoth prick so that he could begin masturbating... He hoped he would not wake her, for at this point if he did...he might very well fuck her.
Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

She didn't deny him and that was the moment that would break open everything between the two of them. She did not deny him, she did not revile him, she did not look upon him as some disgusting human being. Instead she looked at him mesmerized, entranced as he stopped masturbating and merely gripped that thick shaft. He held it there, wrapping those fingers around the base of himself and he watched her eyes. He watched her exactly like they were animals come cross each other in a forest, a mountain lion staring down a deer. He was unrelenting in the way he stared at her, his mouth opening just slightly to breath heavily, his chest rising and falling for a second as he took in everything. He knew what he wanted to do, what he craved doing, and so it was a given that he would do it. He was not a man who denied himself overly. She spoke and he replied simply. Yes I am. Yet that reply came with something else as his free hand moved to touch one of her hands as she covered those amazing breasts, gripping the wrist to move it out of the way and he leaned over her to latch upon her nipple. It was done with that predator nature that had so captivated her, everything seemed to fall into the natural order of things. He was a dominator, a taker, a user....and she was the used. If he was near, he would have her if he so chose....just as the lion would have his meal. His mouth gripped tightly and he was hardly gentle as he applied pressure, his tongue lashing across the tip of her nipple as he gave a slow groan of want for her. His eyes blazed, opening as he looked up at her...their bodies so close and his other hand jerked her thighs open as he moved on top of her. He had not undressed her, had not done anything other than take her as she was. He had loved every inch of her curvy frame, the beautiful form of his little girl, and he gave a slow moan of appreciation as he rocked his hips against her. He was manhandling her now, the hand on her wrist tightening as his other hand came free...no longer needing to stroke that fat dick since he had her to grind against, and he moved it up to snag hold of her other arm as he held her down against the bed. Her own father, dry humping her through the spandex, his eyes dark and burning as he broke contact with that breast to stare down at her and he whispered. You don't mind too much, do you?
Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

His eyebrows raised as she said such words and he gave her a solemn hard stare. It was not the kind of stare that he used when furious, it was the cool one that merely informed her that she was out of line. She had stepped out of line so many times in this evening that it was ridiculous. She had gone into the room she had been forbidden, she had spoken out of turn when discussing his relationships with women, she had dared even try to challenge him concerning it all. Now, now with him on top of her and pinning her down with his weight she dared to think that she could speak to him in this fashion. It bordered on pure insanity and he decided to merely stare down with those cool eyes. He could feel the heat of her, rising upwards, feel how she was responding to him even if she could not admit it yet. The arousal in her hard nipples, the way her little hips moved, and her gasp. It was his to claim and he spoke to her now. Keep your mouth closed. If you have not understood it yet, then let me make it damned clear to you. Consider this your punishment for earlier. You wanted to know what those women felt, didn't you? I saw your face, do not lie to me. His voice grew harder as he spoke, as if it angered him that she might actually be liking this...or that she had liked what had been in the room. His hands forced her wrists together above her head, pressing the slender wrists into one of his large hands so he could free his hand. It let him brace his weight so he could lean back, lean off of her and admire those heavy tits...the definite intended target of his hand which began to spank them. Back and forth he did so, idly doing it like this was the most common place thing in the world to engage in. His hand came down again and again, occasionally slapping over her nipples, and then finally he clamped his hand down hard and dug his fingers in. God the feel of her, she felt so fucking good, far better than her Mother ever had. His eyes widened as that thought filtered into his mind and was given life there, suddenly his gaze jerked up to meet hers and she could see it completely. That was the moment his composure broke. The man she knew as her Father was gone, replaced by that dominant animal she had suspected was in that room. His fingers slid up, raking to grip her right nipple and he slowly tugged upon it...his teeth catching his bottom lip for a moment as he admired how hard the flesh became beneath his fingertips. His hips had kept himself tight against her, that thick shaft pulsing, precum leaking out to dot the spandex and the panties beneath...a small feeling of the wetness of his need that mingled perhaps with the wetness of her own. His voice grew dark, twisted as he whispered. Don't make me rape you, Sarah.
Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

Sarah's lips parted with confusion, but no sound came from them as her Father all but accused her of liking what she had seen in the room that the man had secreted away from her for sixteen years. Eyes widened as he reminded her that she was due for a punishment... but she had never expected her dear Father to suddenly snap, and become... this... Dad, stop! the girl cried out as she felt her wrists suddenly pinned in one large hand, but the plea fell upon deaf ears. A chilled rush of fear ran through her as she felt herself quite firmly stuck into place. Unable to get any leverage at all, Sarah's eyes widened as she looked up to the shadowed figure of her Father above her, but she was unable to see his face. Instead, all the girl saw was her Father's hand as his palm came down and slapped against her breasts hard enough to have the girl crying out. The first slap was jarring, enough to have her twisting beneath him as a shocked sound came from Sarah's throat, deep and offended. And then at the next slap and the next, her body jerked beneath her Father, and her cries became sharper. It was vaguely reminiscent of when her Father would take her over his knee and spank her bottom when she had been a child. She would squeal, and writhe, and try to get away, but her Father always held her firm. The same held true now while the girl's face flushed with embarrassment. Each slap to heavy breasts sent her twisting, trying to hide them away from her Father's palms, each slap pinkening pale flesh. And worse, each slap against her already tight little nipples was making them sing with sensation. And when her Father's hand dug into firm, young flesh, his grip made her give a low and guttural groan as she trembled, her nipple digging into his palm. Sarah lay there panting for breath as the felt her Father shift, but as her eyes slid up in an attempt to meet his gaze, the man's fingers caught her nipple, and tugged against it. Sensation zinged straight through her, a bright red line that came from the tight grip against her nipple, straight down her body to her groin, and Sarah became acutely aware of how hot her Father's cock was against her as she mewled. Her pussy gave a short pulse, only to have the girl's eyes opening again, staring up to her Father's shadowed face. A tremble went through her small body, half in growing, heated need, and another in cold fear... She could not see her Father's expression, but she did not doubt from his tone that he would indeed rape her... He would fuck her raw, and leave her there upon the bed completely spent if she resisted him... Biting into her lower lip, Sarah fought against the urge to squirm against his grip. His fingers at her breast, his hard, heavy cock pulsing against her pussy through the thin layers of clothes... those were impossible to deny, and she tried to focus on those things as her stomach gave an unpleasant twist. I... I'll be a good girl... she murmured in a soft voice. I promise.
Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

He could see the sickness and uncertainty in her eyes as she spoke, the way she writhed with fear and with excitement. The poor young girl was trapped completely between the throes of arousal and shame and it only made her Father harder for her, only made him pulse a bit more. His balls were already heavy with cum, he knew he could take her at that moment. Take her and utterly fuck her wide open. Yet his little girl had promised him she would be good and that was something he could hardly pass up. She had seen the room nearby, she should have understood that a man such as he did not rush towards the end of the line. No, he liked to take his time with a woman. He liked to torture them, to push them, to have them finally look up at him with trembling eyes and beg him to cum. It was so powerful those moments, so utterly heart stopping to hear a woman begging for him. He would go hours fully aroused just to finally cum when he had broken them down. He needed to break down his little Sarah. So he looked down into her eyes and gave a slow nod of his head, accepting her words and her shame. Accepting them as if they were part of his own soul, feeling it stir inside of him and settled into the pit of his stomach. His body shook as he reined in his need and he slowly moved, making sure not to hurt her now. This would be a telling moment for them both as he adjusted. He pushed her hands down hard, informing her in that motion that he did not expect her to fucking move, and his entire body changed positions. He scooted up and moved his legs so that he straddled her upper torso. His knees came to where they braced up onto her upper arm, however he leaned back using his muscled thighs so that his heavy weight was not upon her. No, it was just a sincere reminder that he was completely in charge. It freed his hands doing so, freed them so that he could take better control of his little....slut. His eyes met hers, his face no longer nearly as shadowed as he straightened so that she could see it in the candelight. Still the face of her father and yet there was something more there, a domineering presence that wanted to ravage her. Wanted to hurt her. She needed his love at that moment, needed him to recognize that she was Sarah and more than the women he had locked down in that dungeon beneath their house. For is he did not remember his love for her, if he did not remember how much she mattered, then there was no doubt that this could get much worse. His thick cock was ready, nine inches of hard meat that pulsed along the underside and he took her breasts in his hands to press them together around that shaft. His hips began to rock, moving back and forth, and he nearly spit down upon her to give himself a bit of lube but instead he pushed forward so that the head peaked from between those tits and he whispered down to her, his voice demanding and inhuman. Get some spit on that head, little girl. We need some lube to make this work for us.
Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

Was that enough? The very idea was laughable. What man would just nod his head and agree that such a thing was enough? What man would even have that thought within his head? Perhaps some weak-willed spineless little cretin, but not this man. Not her Father. How could he ever come to just shrug and think that a young girl's mouth wrapped around the head of his huge fucking cock was enough? That he would never want more, that he could just give his agreement and walk off like he was some contented little whelp? No, he could never say such a thing. His eyes were lambent, she had seen it when she was looking at him, looking all the more like an animal than that of a human being. It was a darkness inside of him. Wherever it had come from, whatever had created her Father, this was not the normal response of a person. This was deviant and twisted, this was a wrenching of the soul. Perhaps it was events like what he was doing to his little daughter that had turned him into the man he was now? Whatever it was did not matter at the moment. He was not going to bother explaining himself to Sarah, nor was he going to stop taking what he needed. She said those words and one hand left one of those fabulous tits as he moved forward a tiny bit more, taking hold of her hair and holding her in place. She had asked if it was enough, he did not bother to give her the answer in words. Instead he mounted her face and shoved down deep inside of her throat. He made his little girl open her mouth wide, pressing past her gag reflex, pressing to the hilt down inside of her fucking little tummy and at that moment she heard her father give the only sound he was going to make at the moment. He moaned with his balls resting against her chin.
Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

Sarah had hoped that her Father might take some mercy upon her if she were to do as she were told, and be a good girl as she had promised. She had never expected that her Father would become this sort of creature, and completely destroy her throat and will with one fell swoop. The grip to her hair was her first true warning, but Sarah was hardly able to react before her Father's cock was forced into her mouth, and to the back of her throat. And when her Father's cock reached it, he forced her throat open, the head of his cock pushing down towards her stomach without a moment's warning. Blue eyes snapped open wide and filled with sudden tears as Sarah's mind suddenly went blank. Head tilted back, with her Father's cock buried to the hilt in her throat, Sarah became aware of her jaw opened painfully wide, throat filled and stretched b the thick, pulsing length. She couldn't breathe, and her fingers grasped helplessly at her Father's legs. His pants saved him from her nails as they dug into the fabric, clawing helplessly for air. Her Daddy's cock filled her throat so completely as he pressed completely into her mouth, but Sarah could not help the tears that leaked from her eyes as she squirmed beneath him. Panic lanced through her, every muscle clenching with fear as she choked, trying to gag against his cock and eject that thick piece of meat as she writhed beneath him. She couldn't breathe he was going to kill her. She was going to die here, choking on her Father's cock... panic slowly began to set in, spots dancing before her wide, unseeing eyes... her body gave another jerk, tugging against her Father's grip in a desperate attempt to pull back. She needed to breathe ...
Thread: Way of the Wicked [PF] - character sheets

Use the following template for your characters Player BMR screen name Character Name Gender Sexual Orientation Main kinks For the player For the character Main dislikes For the player For the character Alignment Race Image optional and put it in a spoiler Class and levels Ability scores remember to list all sources of your bonuses Strength Dexterity Constitution Intelligence Wisdom Charisma Max HP Current HP Speed Saves Fortitude Reflex Will AC again name all sources eg. 2shield5chain shirt2enhancement Touch AC Flatfooted AC Flatfooted Touch AC CMD CMA BAB Attacks the most frequently used attacks Skills Feats Class abilities Spells Equipment
Thread: Way of the Wicked [PF] - character sheets

Grumblejack - example just so everyone knows what I mean by this rambling I'm going to make an example using one of the NPCs that you'll meet early on. Player BMR screen name NPC - run by SA Character Name Grumblejack Gender Male Sexual Orientation Bisexual Main kinks For the player NPC For the character Taking without asking, oral, anal, vaginal, smaller partners. Main dislikes For the player NPC For the character larger partners, being the bottom Alignment Neutral Evil Race Ogre Image optional and put it in a spoiler See more Class and level Ability scores remember to list all sources of your bonuses Strength 21 - 4 poison 17 3 Dexterity 8 -1 Constitution 15 2 Intelligence 10 0 Wisdom 10 0 Charisma 9 -1 Max HP 30 Current HP 12 Saves Fortitude 6 Reflex 0 Will 3 AC 13 -1dex, -1 size, 5natural Touch AC 8 Flatfooted AC 13 Flatfooted Touch AC 8 CMD 18 CMB 9 BAB 3 Attacks the most frequently used attacks Unarmed provokes aoo 6 1d63 Reach 10' Speed Skills Climb 7 Knowledge nature 2 Perception 2 Stealth -1 Swim 3 Languages Common Ogre Feats Iron Will, Toughness Class and racial abilities abilities darkvision 60 ft. low-light vision Spells Equipment Nothing