Thread: Come What May (FatherxSweet)

Finally he released the woman. For a brief moment the tension in the room had managed to level out. Of course there was no level of comfort between the three of them, but at least there wasnt any pressing threat of death or growing fear. There were no words, just the sounds of the crumpled prisoner gasping for air. A quivering sigh passed through her lips. Sophie felt like shed aged a year over the course of the last twenty minutes. Avoiding eye contact was the most difficult decision to make they were all less than a foot from each other. Dumbfounded by the suggestion of speaking for ones life, her eyes grew wide at the other womans blatant attempts at speech. A dark pang of anger bubbled deep in her stomach. This bitch lured her down here in the first place and somehow lacked any remorse for literally ruining someone elses life. He protected her from immediately losing one of his sick and twisted games she was strangely grateful for it. His words slithered about her thoughts and began to taint what few positive opinions might have been remaining towards the stranger. Who the hell was she, anyways? If thats how the cards were being played, she wouldnt be sharing any more hands. Through all of this her expression morphed to display her thought processes. Those delicate eyebrows creased with anger, her tears slowly began to fade. If there was one thing shed inherited from her Father it was her ability to cut people from her list of concerns. How stoic she became it showed in her posture as she distanced herself by leaning away. At the suggestion of fucking the woman to keep her alive, her eyes simply trailed off to the wall. It didnt take her long to find the strap on that hed mentioned and with a cool silence she stood and walked towards the tool. Despite the anger it was still rather embarrassing to even hold a dildo in her hand, let alone wear one in front of her Father. Sophie stepped out of her shoes and took a few moments to gingerly lean down and slide the straps up her legs. Her skirt draped over the shaft and left the tip revealed as she awkwardly returned back to the prisoner. Sophie wasnt fond of being betrayed. If he didnt bother to interrupt, she was quick to boldly sit on the womans abdomen. The new shaft between her legs pressed at the womans navel as a constant reminder of some new power that her father had gifted her with. It took seconds for her to lean over the stranger in a menacing fashion, palms next to each of her shoulders with her lengthy tresses dangling at either side of the womans cheeks. Without warning, Sophie spit right on her face. You fucking whore ! A palm rose and swiped ruthlessly at her cheek. I came to help you, and you want to fucking try to get out of here before me !? The hand that slapped made a ruthless grab for one of her breasts. She pinched roughly at a nipple while grinding her palm against the soft globe of flesh, massaging in a manner meant to please Sophie more than the prisoner. She leaned down to the womans collar bone and nibbled playfully at the nape of her neck. Well you know what? Im gonna make you cum. Youre going to want more, you slut. But you know what? No matter how wet you get, no matter how well you listen, Ill make sure my Daddy never lets you out of here.