by Writing Shark
Sex with your well behaved third daughter
Three days have passed and the negotiations are going well. And so is the training of your newest daughter. Every morning she wakes you up, lets the other girls sleep and brings you the food Hellen has prepared. Then she jerks you off in the shower, you give her nothing in return since the last time. But Elise makes an effort anyway.
Finally it has become a habit, amazingly fast, though expected with the way the lost girl adores you. So used has she become to wanking her best friend’s father’s cock that she starts flirting with you tenderly again.
It’s not the fiery showdown she used to engage in before her domestication, more like desperate flirting, hankering for attention and willfully ignoring that you treat her mother like a lower being.
Amy has hardly said a word all this time, focusing only on you, but Elise also seems to have eyes only for you, barely looking at her own mother and having already replaced her in her mind with you. Hellen was the first to notice, the two are ready to be taken.
So you sit at the dinner table that night, a little exhausted from the negotiations but full of energy, thinking about taking an entire family unit, changing it, breaking it, improving it, and then integrating it into your family. Rarely have you felt so powerful and Elise responding to you.
“Bon appetit,” you say to the gathered women who begin eating while you eat your second plate. It’s a sign of dominance but it also allows you to better focus on the women at the table. Of course, Alice is the one who gets the most attention.
As she talks with her mouth full about her day, the hikes in the woods around the cabin, the chores she does for you and the things she has learned for you, you look at Elise. The girl looks at your daughter with open envy, a sadness that you understand and that shows the 20 year old girl is ready to become your property.
“And what did you do Elise?” you ask her after Alice has finished and continues eating.
“I’ve been helping Alice and learning.” She speaks her goals openly. Everyone here knows she wants to sleep with you, needs it as badly as the food you buy her. She doesn’t look at her mother.
You sit at the end of the table like a king, watching a daughter worship you and ignoreing her own mother.
“What would Amy say to that?” you ask with a smug grin, tasting the Cobe meat Hellen has prepared. Elise has eyes only for you. Her voice is low and brittle.
“I don’t care,” she breathes.
“Louder,” you say. Elise has to admit it to herself, in front of her new family.
“I don’t care about my mother” she says firmly. Amy doesn’t respond, just looks at her plate. “I don’t care about any of them! Mom or whoever.” Then her eyes meet yours. “I don’t care about me. You are my family now… my… owners… I want so much but I know only you can give it to me… daddy.” Elise swallows hard, looking to her friend who smiles at her… like a sister. “I don’t want anything… but…”
“But you wish for something” you help her. You have Elise, no need to torture her further. You shaped her and now she gets her reward.
“I… I wish…” She can’t say it.
“You wish to have sex with me” you speak the truth openly. Elise nods. “Is that your most sincere wish?” The girl shakes her head. Then she whispers something, her lips barely moving. You know what she wants.
“Say it out loud,” you demand. “Let everyone hear. Admit it to yourself. Then I’ll grant you your wish.”
And Elise obeys.
“I want you” she wails, her lips trembling. “I want to be your daughter. Please! I want nothing more in life! I want what Alice and Gemma have. Please!” You stand up and beckon Elise over. The girl tumbles off her chair, flips it over, and throws herself into your arms. “I want to be your daughter! I want to call you daddy!” Then she begins to cry. For 20 years she had no father, only a bad, stupid mother. “Please let me be your daughter! Please let me call you daddy! Please make me your daughter!” If there’s any proof that your way of running your family is superior, it’s that it’s pressing in on you with all its might right now.
You hold Elise Schoomer in your arms and look around the table. As tears flow, you look at Hellen. She, too, is blinking hard and wiping her eyes with her hand. Alice and Gemma look proudly at the girl who will serve at their side from now on. And Amy, too, has a thin, relieved smile on her face. You suppose that it is a burden that is taken away from her, perhaps she also hopes that you will make her happy, now that she has given you another daughter.
For several minutes you hold Elise in your arms while your family watches you happily. You stroke your girl’s hair and think about when to tell her the big news. But before you can tell her the truth, Elise proves to you that she is a good daughter.
“I know mom did something…” she murmurs into your chest. Then she lifts her head, looks at you and presses her cute cheek against your shirt. “I know you want me… Sir. I’ve felt it. Always have.”
“Is that why you’ve always been such a little bitch?” you ask, smiling. She smiles, too.
“No.” She rubs her cheek against you, “I knew you’d like that.”
“She can do that better than the rest of us,” Alice giggles from the table.
“Do you like it Sir, do you like the way I am?” Her voice changes a bit, becomes more hopeful. “I can be the way you want me to be! Please. Alice taught me. I think and act the way you want. I feel what you want Sir.” Then she buries her face in your shirt again. “Please don’t send me away again when we get back home. Please Sir. I know my mother did something… something wrong… I don’t know… Please don’t send me away. I’m so happy with you. Please don’t leave me alone with my mother again. I want to stay with you.” Again Elise has tears in her eyes. “Can I be happy sir, please! It’s you who makes me happy. Please don’t stop this.” She sobs and sniffles. Alice giggles proudly.
“You may be happy Elise,” you say. And then you soften, at least a little. “And you get to call me daddy…after tonight.” Elise lifts her head. Again and again you like to see your words burn through the veil of lust and wrap a girl’s world in purifying flames. Then her face contorts again and Elise cries for several minutes while you cradle her in your arms.
They’re all just helpless little girls inside after all…
“Can I fuck you?” Her body against you shakes as you laugh out loud but she is serious. “Can I reward you with my body? Please. I promise I’ll let you do anything to me. And I… I’m a little bitch too… I’ll try… My… My cunt is tight and…” You put your finger to her mouth.
You sit your newest conquest and yourself back down at the table and watch her nibble on the most expensive meat in the world like it was squishy cardboard. But she obeys, eats up, thanks Hellen and Alice. Then she looks at you. As does your entire family.
You reach out your hand and Elise takes it. She looks at no one but you as you lead her to your room.
Writing Shark 