Father's female slave

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My name is Ding Xiaorou, and I'm currently 16 years old, a high school freshman. My mother passed away from illness when I was very young, and my father has raised me single-handedly ever since I can remember. My 　　father's name

is Ding Shengjie; he's not particularly handsome, but he's tall and strong.

Under his care, I grew up smoothly. He took on the role of both mother and daughter, giving me double the love—you could say his love for me bordered on spoiling. Despite being showered with love my whole life, I didn't go astray. On the contrary, to avoid worrying my father, I excelled academically and in good character at school. However, as I matured, I developed a special feeling for my father.

This feeling shouldn't exist between father and daughter; I can only bury it in my heart and express it through writing articles online.

This article is titled "My Father's Slave," and in it, I portray my father as someone with a strong possessive desire for his daughter. The originally gentle father in my writing becomes a perverted man who disciplines his daughter.

Perhaps the article described my deepest hopes, and over time, many supporters appeared online, even creating discussion forums to discuss my article, until one evening. "

Dad, just leave the dishes there, I'll wash them."

My father works hard every day, so naturally I try to share the housework. "

Xiao Rou, you're so good. Dad needs to prepare things for tomorrow's meeting, so please don't bother me if you don't have anything to do."

Dad has always called me by my nickname, Xiao Rou, which is actually almost identical to my real name.

"Don't overwork yourself, take care of yourself!" I see Dad is very busy every day.

Single-parent families are all the same; in the morning he has to get me to school, then rush to work, and instead of resting after work, he has to pick up the kids from school, and then do housework and prepare dinner.

After washing the dishes, I cut a plate of fruit for Dad. When I opened the door, Dad was so engrossed in his work that he didn't notice me, but I was surprised by his actions.

Ah...ah~~ Dad was only wearing a shirt on his upper body, nothing on his lower body, and his hand kept rubbing that terrifying penis.

Although I often mentioned male penises in my online writings, I had never actually seen one myself.

I quickly hid behind the door and closed it, leaving only a crack, afraid of being discovered by my father.

I knew I shouldn't peek, but my curiosity about sex made me peek. I saw that my father's penis was very impressive, with prominent veins.

I remembered taking health education classes in junior high school, where I learned that male-female sexual intercourse involves the male's penis being inserted into the female's vagina. I looked at my father's penis and wondered how something so huge could fit into my vagina. I had masturbated many times, but I could only insert one finger and it felt very tight. I even had a strange desire for my father to insert his penis into my genitals.

I stared intently at the screen on my father's computer. It was the article I had written! I couldn't believe that my father was using the article I had fantasized about to masturbate. Maybe my image was all he could think about right now.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of excitement and rushed back to my room to turn on my computer and begin writing my fantasy. I went to my online forum and saw many responses, but one comment from Mr. X caught my attention. "

I have a very beautiful daughter, and I really want to train her like in the story,"

Mr. X wrote. "

Then go train her! Good luck!" I replied.

An idea flashed through my mind: if I could use this story to properly guide my father, maybe he would be unable to resist and attack me.

I slowly began to add scenes where the daughter was very willing to cooperate with her father, hoping he would feel that there would be no punishment for doing the same things as in the story.

Over time, my father's feelings towards me gradually changed. He started hugging and kissing me frequently, which, while normal for him, was becoming increasingly frequent.

As the days passed, the kisses, which started on my cheeks, moved to my ears, and then to my neck, slowly crossing the line of taboo between father and daughter.

Every day while I was showering, I would anticipate whether my father would come in and attack me. And finally, that day arrived.

I filled the bathtub as usual, and after taking off my clothes, I realized I was out of shampoo. I called out to my father, and he grabbed some for me. In that instant, his eyes fell on my body, and decades of suppressed desire erupted. "

Dad, wait!" I cried out.

My father pushed me into the bathtub, and I tumbled in with a splash. He then began to undress himself.

I had expected him to be gentle, but the difference between fantasy and reality was enormous. I had underestimated how, when male hormones overwhelmed reason, a woman was merely a tool for his sexual gratification.

No… The contrast with my expectations made me resist my father's bestiality.

But just like in novels, my father used immense force to gain control, and I was powerless to resist, forced to accept it all.

My father began to lick my breasts. The first touch of his tongue on my nipples sent shivers down my spine. Then his mouth followed, sucking on my nipples and biting them with his teeth.

"It hurts...no...I felt my nipples hardening, and my father's manipulation was causing me excruciating pain.

I tried to push him away, but his massive body pressed against me, leaving me nowhere to escape.

He squeezed and kneaded my breasts forcefully, while I felt something hard pressing against my thigh. Looking down, I saw his magnificent penis! 'Please let me go...' I cried. Before, whenever I cried, my father would always give in to me, but now my crying only amplified his pleasure in violating me.

I had hoped for his violation, but when he did, I couldn't bear it. '

Just bear with it, it'll feel better soon,

' my father said.

He spread my legs. Because we were in the water, there was no need for any lubrication. He pressed his huge glans against my tiny, slit-like vulva; my untouched pink labia were proof of my virginity."

I immediately understood my father's intentions. I shook my lower body, trying to prevent him from easily taking my virginity, but it was all in vain. My father quickly found my opening and forcefully pushed his glans inside.

"No!" I cried out loudly.

I felt my lower body being gradually separated, the previously tight walls of flesh being pierced by his glans, and then a sharp pain shot through my lower body. My virginity had finally been taken by my father.

It hurts! No… My heart was filled with mixed emotions. I didn't know whether I was happy or sad because my father had taken my virginity, but what I was sure of was that the pain made me fear the man in front of me.

After all, my father was an experienced man. After inserting, he didn't start moving immediately, but remained still, letting my vagina get used to the feeling of his penis inside.

And the walls of flesh inside naturally closed back up, tightly gripping my penis. My eyes were red from crying, and tears kept flowing.

I saw a few streaks of blood float to the surface of the water, and then they dissolved.

Although my father didn't immediately have sex with me, his upper body wasn't idle either. My father forcibly kissed me, and my first kiss was taken away just like that. What I thought would be a wonderful first time turned out to be so terrible.

Ugh… I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

Then my father’s tongue tried to slip inside, and I clenched my teeth, afraid that if I relaxed, he would break through.

But all of this was exactly what my father had expected. He gently pushed his waist further in, and his glans was tightly sucked into my clitoris, which I had never touched before.

Ah! The feeling of my clitoris being touched for the first time made me cry out.

At this moment, my father also seized the opportunity to slip his tongue in. I kept trying to push it out with my tongue, but instead, my father’s tongue entwined with mine, and our tongues kept intertwining.

Suddenly, I began to have a strange feeling. Slowly, my vagina got used to my father’s penis and began to secrete lubricant in preparation for our first intercourse. Although I was not mentally prepared, my body was already ready to be violated by my father.

And with his penis soaked in my vaginal fluid, my father knew that I was ready, and his body began to move. The pain that had disappeared began to hurt again under my father’s rough movements.

Dad, don’t move… It hurts… It hurts… I pounded my father’s back with both hands.

With each thrust, virgin blood was drawn out again, staining the area around our genitals red.

My father thrust forcefully each time, leaving only the head of his penis inside me, then forcefully kissing my clitoris with it. My clitoris gripped his head tightly each time, giving him immense pleasure, which drove him even deeper.

I felt like I was being torn in two. My hands, which had initially resisted, could only grip his back tightly due to the pain, while my breasts were repeatedly squeezed against his chest.

Slowly, I began to love this feeling. Although I felt intense pain in my lower body, my heart gradually calmed down, and the thought that my father would only love me from now on filled me with joy.

Suddenly, my father, who had been on top of me, pulled me up and lay down, so I was now straddling him.

I was completely naked, exposed to his gaze. I shyly covered my breasts, and my father began to thrust upwards.

Because we were having sex in the water, everything slowed down, and it was precisely because of this that I felt my father's large penis slowly penetrating my body, reaching my most shameful heart. "

Don't look..." I cried out shyly.

"Xiaorou is so pretty, let Daddy see enough, okay?" Daddy pushed my hands away, and my breasts swayed with his movements.

As I began to get used to my father's thrusting, waves of pleasure began to surge through my body, a combination of pleasure and pain, making me want to resist but unwilling to leave.

I lay weakly on my father's body, and then a pair of hands pressed against my chest, supporting me and starting to knead my breasts, squeezing them until they were deformed. My father

began to increase the speed of his thrusting, and I constantly felt my clitoris rapidly sucking and kissing my father's glans, and the stimulation from the moment it was pulled away left me defenseless.

It's so strange, so painful but so comfortable... I want to stop but I can't stop... I'm going crazy... I screamed wildly.

Ah…so good…again, again…ah…it hurts! Gently…harder…I kept oscillating between pain and pleasure.

My father was also going wild with pleasure from my newfound penis; every fold in the vaginal walls was so perfect, one more or one less wouldn't do.

My father felt my vagina was like a semen suction device, constantly trying to draw the sperm from his testicles.

Under the psychological stimulation of incest, even the strongest man couldn't hold back. "Xiaorou, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum…ah~~" my father shouted. " No,

not inside, there will be a baby, no!" I realized I might be pregnant with my father's child, but it was too late. My glans was tightly gripped by my clitoris, and every drop of semen shot directly into the depths of my uterus.

Although I knew today wasn't my fertile period, it wasn't safe either, meaning anything was possible.

The first insemination was incredibly prolonged, showing no signs of stopping from the very first ejaculation until now. Each ejaculation was so strong and powerful; I could almost feel my uterus being sprayed by a powerful jet of water.

Ugh… For some reason, although I felt a little happy, I still shed tears for losing my virginity.

My father patted my head, trying to comfort me, but he couldn't speak.

Gradually, I felt my father's ejaculation slowly stop. He pulled his penis out, and instantly the semen inside my uterus flowed back out, mixing with my vaginal fluids and virgin blood, all flowing into the bathtub.

My father carried me out of the bathtub, drained the water, and washed me. Then, he actually carried me directly to the living room and continued to rape me.

By this time, I had no strength left; all I could do was release all the pleasure and pain through my mouth.

The rape continued relentlessly. My father had sex with me countless times in every corner of the house: the living room, the entryway, the kitchen, the guest room, my father's room, my room, the storage room… Every place held the echoes of my cries of pain.

It was only then that I realized these scenes were all things I had written in my articles. My father was simply acting according to my fantasies and my hopes.

It was only 6:30 when I got home, ate dinner, and took a shower, and now I heard the clock in the living room chime at 2:00 AM. At that moment, I was still on the balcony, one leg hoisted onto my father's shoulder as he forcefully fucked me.

How could a virgin withstand such frenzied rape? My vagina was already numb, and the initial pleasure had long since vanished, leaving only the pain of excessive sex.

My father, on the other hand, was already going crazy, completely oblivious to my condition.

I saw my genitals occasionally bleed from my father's touch, and I couldn't tell whether it was virgin blood or the blood from my torn vagina.

After multiple ejaculations, my father was unaffected; his penis remained as hard as ever. The only difference was that, after getting used to my vagina, the intervals between ejaculations gradually increased, from ejaculating every fifteen minutes to now lasting over forty minutes.

I only felt my father's penis growing larger inside me, but in reality, it wasn't getting bigger. Instead, my vagina, from the continuous thrusting, had become bright red, and upon closer inspection, I could see blood vessels running through the vaginal walls. The vaginal walls were swollen and red, gripping my father's enormous penis even more tightly.

Huff...huff...huff...I was so overwhelmed I didn't even have the strength to scream, only able to gasp for breath.

My father increased the speed of his thrusts, and my already unbearable vagina felt even greater pain. Then, my father shouted: "I'm coming!" His semen sprayed into my uterus again.

My body was already full of my father's sperm; if I ovulated within these three days, I would be instantly overwhelmed by the sperm and pregnant.

My father carried the exhausted me back to the room and threw me onto the bed, then climbed on top of me and continued to fuck me, as if he wanted to release all the sexual pent-up desire he hadn't had in decades.

Exhausted, I stared blankly at the ceiling, my vision blurring as I lost consciousness, while my father continued his thrusting.

When I awoke, it was noon the next day. The bright sunlight slowly brought me back to my senses. My father was nowhere to be seen, and the sheets were stained with semen and vaginal fluid.

Even now, semen is still leaking from my vagina, and I feel intense pain inside. It must be full of wounds from excessive intercourse, and the semen feels like millions of sperm are crawling into my wounds as it flows over them.

My buttocks also feel very uncomfortable; my father must have ejaculated a lot into my anus yesterday after I lost focus.

I struggled to get out of bed, my legs barely able to support my weight. I slowly walked into the bathroom, my body pressed against the wall, and began cleaning up the remnants of yesterday's passion.

I went to the mirror and slightly parted my labia, seeing several abrasions inside my vagina, and countless more wounds in places I couldn't see. Semen was constantly being discharged from my uterus.

Finally, I broke down and cried. What I thought would be a wonderful first time turned out to be so awful.

It took a long time for me to calm down. I washed myself and slowly regained my strength.

I went to my room to get medicine to apply to the wounds in my vagina, then wondered what would happen if I didn't go to school. When I went to the living room, I saw a note from my father: "I've called in sick for you. Rest well at home."

I've prepared lunch and put it in the fridge; I just need to microwave it.

My father, so frantic yesterday, is now so considerate. My initial resentment has been softened, and I've forgiven him. After all, wasn't it all my fault? I went back to my room, turned on my computer, and started writing a new story.

My father came home in the evening. I really didn't know how to face him, and he felt the same way, having done something unforgivable to his daughter yesterday.

Usually, he'd come to see me as soon as he got home, but now I didn't know how to talk to him. My body was so alluring, making him want to be the only man in my daughter's life. "

Xiaorou, come out for dinner."

Finally, my father broke the silence.

I left my room with a sense of fear and sat down at the table to eat my dinner silently. I noticed a large box on the living room table, with a picture of an AV actress covered in condoms. I immediately knew that each condom in that box represented the number of times my father had planned to violate me. The thought sent chills down my spine. "

Are you alright?" my father asked with concern.

"I'm... fine."

The atmosphere in the living room fell silent again. After finishing my meal, I quickly returned to my room.

Around nine o'clock, my father knocked on my door. I thought he was coming to apologize, but when I opened the door, I saw him holding a condom.

I didn't know how to refuse, so I sat on the bed and waited for my father to play with me.

But today, my father wasn't as forceful as yesterday. Instead, he gently walked to my side and lightly stroked my body. I thought to myself, since I'd already lost my virginity yesterday, it didn't matter if I wasn't mentally prepared.

My father took off my clothes one by one, and I cooperated by letting him do so smoothly.

After taking off my underwear, my father looked at my vulva. "Does it hurt?" he asked.

"Yes.

I'll be gentler this time."

My father didn't give up on me because of my injuries, but this time the intercourse should be much better than yesterday.

My father took out his large penis that had made me cry many times yesterday, and then hurriedly opened the condom and put it on. My father's glans was large and his penis was thick and long, so the condom could only be put on about two-thirds of the way.

My father licked my vagina. When his tongue touched the wound, I shuddered in pain, but I also felt his warm tongue licking as if healing the wound.

Slowly, the pain subsided, replaced by the strange sensation I had felt at the beginning of yesterday. I cooperated with my father's movements, letting his penis slowly enter me.

The wound, which had just begun to heal, was stretched open again by his enormous penis, but now all the pain didn't matter. With my father's gentle care, I was willing to be fucked until I lost consciousness again.

Not long after, my father ejaculated. I saw him pull out his penis, remove the condom full of semen, and tie a knot at the back to prevent leakage.

Then he patted me: "Rest well."

Two hours later, my father came into my room, brought a clean sheet, and changed it for me; otherwise, the whole room would reek of lewdness.

Every day after that, my father would bring a condom to my room to have sex, and I gradually became accustomed to his violation, beginning to learn to enjoy the pleasure of sex.

I also began to write with great enthusiasm, and every day my father would have sex with me in the manner I had written the night before.

As time went by, my writing became more and more frenzied, to the point that my father used at least a small box of condoms every night, and there were four condoms in total. On weekends, he even used up three small boxes.

Later, my father felt that the condoms were being used up too quickly, so he would not change them immediately after ejaculating, but would wait inside me until he got hard again and continue having sex with me. Depending on the amount of semen, he would use them two or three times. This meant that I was having sex with my father at least eight to ten times a day.

Often, because my father was in such a hurry to penetrate me, he would not even take off his clothes and underwear. I think he probably couldn't resist after reading my writing. Every time, he would make my underwear very dirty, and I often ended up not having any underwear to wear to school.

As a result, I once wore my father's old bullet-patterned underwear to school, with old stains from his penis still on the front. This caused my vagina to involuntarily leak fluid all day at school. So now, as soon as I get home, I take off my underwear, ready to let my father use my vagina at any time.

The trash can at home is full of condoms my father threw away. One time, while he was at work, I smelled a strong odor of semen coming from the trash can. I looked inside and saw at least a hundred condoms, each containing more than 20cc of semen. Some had been there for a long time and had turned yellow.

I suddenly had an impulse, so I picked up the condoms my father had used, bit a small hole in the tip, and sucked out the semen.

I frantically rummaged through the trash can, taking out the condoms one by one, biting them open, and eating the semen inside. Even the semen from a month ago had a foul odor, but to me it was the sweetest food.

I ate all the semen in the trash can; my stomach contained at least two liters of semen.

But shortly after Dad came home, my stomach started hurting. Dad rushed me to the hospital, where the doctor said it was probably caused by something unclean and told me to stay in the hospital for a day for observation. If everything was fine, I could be discharged the next day.

The doctor asked me what I had eaten, and I had to make up a lie. I couldn't very well say I had eaten a bunch of expired semen, could I? Dad scolded me when he found out. After that,

every time we finished having sex, I would take Dad's condom and drink it directly, or I would put it in a box and store it in the refrigerator, taking it out to eat when I thought of it. But every time Dad saw it, he would just throw it away.

Sometimes I would even go to Dad's room to give him oral sex and then be fucked by him once or twice. I had become addicted to the taste of semen and couldn't live without it.

One day, I felt I could start exploring my anus, so I immediately wrote a bunch of plots and posted them online.

The next morning, I saw that Dad had bought two boxes of enema solution when he came back from buying breakfast. As a result, I spent the whole day at school imagining what it would feel like for Dad to give me an enema.

Back home, I eagerly went into the bathroom, stripped off my clothes, and started showering. My father returned home at that moment, went straight into the bathroom, took off his clothes, and showered with me.

After showering, I automatically lay down with my buttocks facing my father. He took out an enema solution and inserted it into my anus. I felt the cold liquid enter my body, followed by a strong urge to defecate.

But this was only the beginning. I watched as my father picked up another packet of enema solution, squeezed the liquid into my anus, then threw it away, picked up another packet… This action was repeated dozens of times, until finally, my intestines were filled with at least a hundred cc of enema solution stimulating my intestines.

At this moment, my father also grasped his penis and inserted it into my vagina. My lower body tightened forcefully, as if afraid of pulling out the enema solution. Taking advantage of this, my father began to penetrate my simultaneously tightened vagina.

It hurt so much! I wanted to defecate, let me go to the toilet first… I begged my father.

My father ignored me and continued to penetrate my vagina.

After several sexual encounters, we both knew each other's sensitive spots. Dad started pressing on my G-spot, then inserted a finger into my anus while rubbing my clitoris with his other hand.

"No...this is too intense..." I cried out in terror, realizing my father already knew my body inside and out.

Each thrust sent waves of intense pleasure through me, accompanied by the urge to defecate. His huge penis pressed against my rectum with each insertion, and I could practically feel my excrement being churned inside. "

So...so good...such a strange pleasure...again, again, fuck me to death..." I begged my father to fuck me harder.

After about twenty minutes, I held back the urge to defecate for twenty minutes, beads of sweat forming on my forehead, and finally, my father ejaculated. "

Quick! I can't hold it anymore, let me go to the toilet..." I tried to break free from my father's body, but he grabbed me and shoved the condom, its tip soaked with semen, along with his huge glans, into my anus. "

No!" I screamed.

One more time and I'll make you feel good.

My father wasn't much of a talker during sex, just a word or two to comfort me.

He thrust forcefully into my anus, and I felt all the stool that was in my rectum being pushed back into my large intestine by his large penis. With each thrust, the stool lingered between my rectum and large intestine.

My father grabbed my hands, using them to support my upper body and concentrate all the pressure on my anus.

If you looked closely, you could see some yellow stains on the condom—that was my excrement.

My father released my hands and lay on my back, licking the sweat from my back with his tongue. I desperately braced myself against the floor with my hands to avoid being crushed by his weight.

I couldn't take it anymore… I was going to climax! A powerful wave of pleasure washed over me. Ah! Ah! Ah! It's coming out… I shouted loudly.

Warm, lustful fluids began to gush from my vagina onto my father's scrotum. I could no longer hold on; my arms went limp, and I collapsed, leaving only my buttocks raised high for my father to thrust into my anus forcefully.

After about a thousand thrusts, the tightness of my anus made my father unable to hold back any longer. He gripped my buttocks and fucked me hard. I felt my anus burning hot, probably from the friction of my father's penis.

Finally, my father ejaculated. I lay helplessly on the floor; if it weren't for my father's large penis blocking it, I would have defecated.

My father rested for a moment, then helped me up, his penis still inside me.

Reaching the toilet, the instant my father pulled out, I immediately sat down. After holding it in for so long, this wasn't just simple excretion; it was an intense, almost orgasmic release. I ejaculated again.

I...I climaxed again...and this was just the beginning. My father trained me almost exactly as I instructed. Later, I became dissatisfied with being fucked by my father at home, and I started writing scenarios of having sex outdoors.

Since we lived in a busy area, it was unlikely we could find a secluded spot in the countryside. So, that day, my father drove me to a well-known high point in the suburbs.

It was a parking lot with a beautiful city night view below, and many cars were parked nearby, filled with couples having sex in their cars.

Generally, most people drive to a dark place to have sex, but my father deliberately drove near a streetlamp, where everyone could see everything clearly from the outside.

He even rolled down the window, stripped me naked, pushed my upper body out of the window, and then fucked my lower body inside the car.

Since this was a famous car sex spot, it naturally attracted many people to peep. I seemed to see flashes of light coming from the bushes nearby; it seemed someone was taking pictures of my body as a souvenir.

Later, the people in the bushes gradually emerged boldly, masturbating right in front of me. My father covered my eyes with a towel, took me out of the car, and let the voyeurs take pictures of me, even demanding a copy from them.

After that, I was frequently fucked by my father in various places. He was extremely possessive, forbidding any physical contact from onlookers, but allowing them to watch me masturbate, and of course, providing photos for them.

I saw that my father had also set up a website, recording every place he visited, with my eyes covered in the photos, and then posting them online to share his experiences of exhibitionism and outdoor sex with enthusiasts.

I've now taken photos with hundreds of people, and I've even included links to these websites in my articles, saying I stumbled upon them, allowing more readers to see my body. The content on both sites is somewhat similar, and both sites get over ten thousand views daily.

I've begun to immerse myself in the pleasure of being disciplined, but is this really what I want? I suddenly felt that my father and I could never go back to the warm father-daughter relationship we used to have. Although he was still considerate towards me, the intimacy of the past was gone.

Until one day, while I was writing with conflicted feelings, I suddenly realized that my father was standing right behind me! After that, everything changed again. Inevitably, I was violated by my father again for a long, long time, until four in the morning.

"Was all of this your doing?" my father asked. "

Some of it was, some of it wasn't."

I told my father the truth of everything, but then things got out of control.

Actually, I've been struggling all along. I've been saddened by how I've treated you, but you've never told me your true feelings. I thought you liked it this way.

It seems that my father later believed my writing wholeheartedly, thinking that women would be devoted to him after being fucked.

Then everything finally went back to the way it was before. We became a loving father and daughter again, but the difference was that I still maintained a sexual relationship with my father.

Every day, I would have sex with my father many times, and then I would sit on my father's lap, his penis still inside me as I wrote.

The biggest change was that I went from fantasizing to writing a real story, recording my idyllic life with my father every day.

Later, a Mr. A left a message asking if the story, which he had been writing for a very long time, would ever have an ending. It was then that I realized every story must have an ending, and what would be the ending for my father and me? I began to ponder how to conclude both the story and the real-life ending.

In the year I graduated from high school, I finally wrote the ending of this story.

After the father ejaculated inside his daughter, he held her and fell asleep happily in bed. In my story, the father never slept with his daughter, which implies that he considered her the woman he would spend his life with.

Whew…it’s finally over! I exclaimed.

Just then, someone entered my room and said in English, “Ready?” “Yes!” I smiled and replied.

Then I walked into the chapel, down the red carpet, and stood beside my father. A priest asked me if I would take this man before me to be my wife. I looked at my father, nodded, and said happily, “I do!”

The priest then asked my father, “I do too!” He said happily as well.

Then the priest announced that from this moment forward, I am the wife of this man before me. My father picked me up, got into the limousine, and drove to our new home.

All of this was arranged by my father. Long ago, the company had hoped he would work at the overseas headquarters, but he always refused, saying I was too young. Now that I'm grown up, he told others his daughter was married, then went abroad and gave me a new identity, so I smoothly married him.

That evening, I changed out of my wedding dress. After all, I had worn it to the wedding banquet not long ago and had sex with my father several times. After that, I was fucked by him every time I changed into a different dress. I changed into five different dresses in total, and including the wedding dress, I was fucked six times during the wedding—all without condoms, of course.

There was a lot of semen residue on the wedding dress hanging there. I wondered if the wedding dress company would ask us to pay for cleaning. I was tidying myself up at the dressing table in a comfortable robe, while my father was reading a book on the bed. "

Why did you end the novel?" my father suddenly asked. "

Actually, I wanted to end it a long time ago, because by the middle I had completely stopped being your slave. You stopped training me, didn't you? But you're still doing the same thing!" my father said. "

It's not the same!" At first, I was being trained by you, but later I played along with you willingly. How does that count? Oh, I see.

Then you could change the name to "Father and Daughter"! My father said.

I'm not your daughter anymore! I pretended to be angry.

Oh! Right, you're my wife now.

How about "Couple's Life"? I smiled at my father, stood up, and turned to face him: But I don't have the writing skills I used to have, so you'll have to give me a lot of inspiration! After saying that, I pulled open my robe, revealing my beautiful body, and climbed into my father's and my bed. Then, the room was filled with the sounds my father and I knew so well... The next night, my online forum saw a surge in visitors because the first chapter of my new work, "Couple's Life," titled "Wedding Night," was published online. It directly used my father's and my real names, and there was also a link at the bottom to my father's website. In addition to the previous training diary, there were also many updated wedding photos, as well as passionate photos of the night. It would also record my father and me's life log in the future. Of course, my father still covered my eyes in the photos.

In my new work, I mentioned earlier: If you know a couple named Ding Shengjie and Ding Xiaorou, remember to wish them well!

My name is Ding Xiaorou, I'm currently 16 years old, a high school freshman. My mother passed away from illness when I was very young, and my father raised me single-handedly ever since I can remember.

My father's name is Ding Shengjie. He's not particularly handsome, but he's tall and strong.

Under his care, I grew up smoothly. He took on the role of both mother and daughter, giving me double the love. You could say his love for me bordered on spoiling. However, despite being showered with love my whole life, I didn't go astray. On the contrary, to avoid worrying my father, I excelled academically and in good character at school. But as I matured, I developed a special feeling for my father.

This feeling can't be expressed between father and daughter; I can only bury it in my heart and express it through writing articles online.

The article is titled "My Father's Female Slave." In it, I portrayed my father as someone with a strong possessive desire for his daughter. The normally gentle father is depicted

as a perverted man who disciplines his daughter. Perhaps the article reflects my deepest desires, and over time, it garnered support online, even sparking discussion forums. Then one evening... " Dad, just leave the dishes; I'll wash them." My father works hard every day, so naturally, I try to share the housework. "Xiao Rou

, you're so good. Dad needs to prepare things for tomorrow's meeting. If you don't have anything to do, please don't bother me." My father has always called me by my nickname, Xiao Rou, which is practically the same as my real name. "Don't overwork yourself; take care of yourself!" I see Dad is very busy every day. Single-parent families are all the same. In the morning, he has to get me to school, then rush to work. After work, he could rest, but instead, he has to pick up the child from school, and then do housework and prepare dinner. After washing the dishes, I cut a plate of fruit for my dad. When I opened the door, he was so engrossed in his work that he didn't notice me, but I was shocked by what he was doing. Ah...ah~~ Dad was only wearing a shirt on his upper body, nothing on his lower body, and he was constantly rubbing that terrifying penis. Although I often mention male penises in my online writings, I had never actually seen one myself. I quickly hid behind the door and closed it, leaving only a crack, afraid that my father would find out. Even though I knew I shouldn't peek, my curiosity about sex made me peek. I saw that my father's penis was very impressive, with prominent veins. I remembered taking health education classes in junior high school and learning that male-female sexual intercourse involves the male penis being inserted into the female vagina. Looking at my father's penis, I doubted how such a huge thing could fit into my vagina. I had masturbated many times, but I could only insert one finger and it felt very tight. I even had a strange desire for my father to insert his penis into my vagina. I stared intently at the screen on my father's computer. It was the very article I had written! I couldn't believe he was using my fantasies to masturbate; perhaps he was filled with thoughts of me. A sudden surge of excitement washed over me. I rushed back to my room, turned on my computer, and began writing my fantasy. I went to my online forum and saw many responses. Suddenly, a comment from Mr. X caught my attention. " I have a very beautiful daughter, and I really want to train her like in the story," Mr. X wrote. " Then go train her! Good luck!" I replied. An idea flashed through my mind: if I could use this article to guide my father properly, perhaps he would be unable to resist and attack me. I slowly began adding scenes where the daughter was very willing to cooperate with her father, hoping he would feel that there would be no punishment for doing the same things as in the story. Over time, my father's feelings towards me gradually changed. He started hugging and kissing me often. Although this was normal for him, it was becoming too frequent. As the days went by, what started as kisses on the cheek, then the ear, and then down to the neck, slowly crossed the line of taboo between father and daughter. Every day while I was taking a shower, I would wonder if my father would come in and assault me. And finally, that day arrived.

I filled the bathtub as usual, and after taking off my clothes, I realized I was out of shampoo. I called out to my father, and he grabbed some for me. In that instant, his eyes fell on my body, and decades of suppressed desire erupted. "

Dad, wait!" I cried out.

My father pushed me into the bathtub, and I tumbled in with a splash. He then began to undress himself.

I had expected him to be gentle, but the difference between fantasy and reality was enormous. I had underestimated how, when male hormones overwhelmed reason, a woman was merely a tool for his sexual gratification.

No… The contrast with my expectations made me resist my father's bestiality.

But just like in novels, my father used immense force to gain control, and I was powerless to resist, forced to accept it all.

My father began to lick my breasts. The first touch of his tongue on my nipples sent shivers down my spine. Then his mouth followed, sucking on my nipples and biting them with his teeth.

"It hurts...no...I felt my nipples hardening, and my father's manipulation was causing me excruciating pain.

I tried to push him away, but his massive body pressed against me, leaving me nowhere to escape.

He squeezed and kneaded my breasts forcefully, while I felt something hard pressing against my thigh. Looking down, I saw his magnificent penis! 'Please let me go...' I cried. Before, whenever I cried, my father would always give in to me, but now my crying only amplified his pleasure in violating me.

I had hoped for his violation, but when he did, I couldn't bear it. '

Just bear with it, it'll feel better soon,

' my father said.

He spread my legs. Because we were in the water, there was no need for any lubrication. He pressed his huge glans against my tiny, slit-like vulva; my untouched pink labia were proof of my virginity."

I immediately understood my father's intentions. I shook my lower body, trying to prevent him from easily taking my virginity, but it was all in vain. My father quickly found my opening and forcefully pushed his glans inside.

"No!" I cried out loudly.

I felt my lower body being gradually separated, the previously tight walls of flesh being pierced by his glans, and then a sharp pain shot through my lower body. My virginity had finally been taken by my father.

It hurts! No… My heart was filled with mixed emotions. I didn't know whether I was happy or sad because my father had taken my virginity, but what I was sure of was that the pain made me fear the man in front of me.

After all, my father was an experienced man. After inserting, he didn't start moving immediately, but remained still, letting my vagina get used to the feeling of his penis inside.

And the walls of flesh inside naturally closed back up, tightly gripping my penis. My eyes were red from crying, and tears kept flowing.

I saw a few streaks of blood float to the surface of the water, and then they dissolved.

Although my father didn't immediately have sex with me, his upper body wasn't idle either. He forcefully kissed me, and my first kiss was taken away just like that. What I thought would be a wonderful first time turned out to be so terrible.

Ugh... I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Then my father's tongue tried to slip inside, and I clenched my teeth, afraid that if I relaxed, he would break through.

But all of this was already within my father's expectations. He gently pushed his waist further in, and his glans was tightly sucked by my clitoris, which had never been touched by anything before.

Ah! The feeling of my clitoris being touched for the first time made me cry out.

At this moment, my father also seized the opportunity to slip his tongue in. I kept trying to push it out with my tongue, but instead, my father entwined it with his, and our tongues kept intertwining.

Suddenly, I began to have a strange feeling. Slowly, my vagina got used to my father's penis and began to secrete lubricant in preparation for my first sexual intercourse. Although I wasn't mentally prepared, my body was already ready to be violated by my father.

And with his penis soaked in my vaginal fluid, my father knew that I was ready, and his body began to move. The pain that had disappeared began to hurt again under my father's rough movements.

"Dad, don't move...it hurts...it hurts so much..." I pounded my father's back with both hands.

With each thrust, my virgin blood was drawn out again, staining the fluid near our genitals red.

My father thrust hard each time, leaving only the head of his penis inside me, then forcefully kissing my clitoris with it. My clitoris gripped his head tightly each time, and my father felt immense pleasure, pushing even deeper into me.

I felt like I was being torn in two. My hands, which had initially resisted, could only grip my father's back tightly due to the pain, while my chest was repeatedly squeezed by his chest.

Slowly, I began to love this feeling. Although I felt intense pain in my lower body, my heart gradually calmed down. Thinking that my father would only love me from now on, I couldn't help but feel happy.

Suddenly, my father, who had been on top of me, pulled me up and lay down himself, so that I was now riding on his body.

I was completely naked, exposed to my father's eyes. I shyly covered my breasts, and my father began to thrust upwards.

Because we were making love in the water, everything slowed down, but this also made me feel my father's large penis slowly penetrating my body, reaching my most shameful heart. "

Don't look..." I cried out shyly.

"Xiaorou is so beautiful, let Daddy see enough, okay?" My father pushed my hands away, and my breasts swayed with his movements.

After getting used to my father's thrusting, my body began to surge with pleasure, waves of comfort constantly washing over me, combined with pain, making me want to resist but unwilling to leave.

I was so weak from my father's thrusting that I lay on top of him. Then, a pair of hands pressed against my chest, supporting me, and began to knead my breasts, squeezing them until they were deformed.

My father began to increase the speed of his thrusting, and I constantly felt my clitoris rapidly sucking and kissing my father's glans, and the stimulation of the moment it was pulled away left me defenseless.

It's so strange, it hurts so much but it feels so good... I want to stop but I can't stop... I'm going crazy... I'm screaming wildly.

Ah... so good... again, again... ah... it hurts! Gently... harder... I keep going back and forth between pain and pleasure.

My father is also having a blast from my new experience with penis; every fold in the vaginal walls is so perfect, one more or one less wouldn't do.

My father feels like my vagina is a semen suction device, constantly trying to suck the sperm from his testicles.

And under the psychological stimulation of incest, even the strongest man can't hold back. "Xiaorou, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum... ah~" my father shouted. "

No, not inside, there will be a baby, no!" I realized that I might get pregnant with my father's child, but it was too late. The glans was tightly sucked by my clitoris, and every drop of semen shot directly into the depths of my uterus.

Although I knew today wasn't my fertile period, it wasn't safe either, meaning anything was possible.

The first fertilization was very long, and there was no sign of it stopping from the first time until now. Every spurt was so strong and powerful that I could feel my uterus being sprayed by a powerful jet of water.

Ugh… For some reason, although I felt a little happy, I still shed tears for losing my virginity.

My father patted my head, trying to comfort me, but he couldn't speak.

Gradually, I felt my father's ejaculation slowly stop. He pulled his penis out, and instantly the semen inside my uterus flowed back out, mixing with my vaginal fluid and virgin blood, all of it flowing into the bathtub.

My father carried me out of the bathtub, drained the water, and washed me. Then, he actually carried me directly to the living room and continued to rape me.

By this time, I had no strength left; all I could do was release all the pleasure and pain through my mouth.

The rape continued relentlessly. My father raped me countless times in every corner of the house: the living room, the entryway, the kitchen, the guest room, my father's room, my room, the storage room… Every place had echoed with my cries of pain.

Only then did I realize that these scenes were all things I had written in my stories. My father was just doing what I fantasized about, what I hoped for.

It was only 6:30 when I got home, ate dinner, and took a shower, and now I heard the clock in the living room chime at 2 AM. At that moment, I was still on the balcony, one leg hoisted onto my father's shoulder, being forcefully penetrated.

How could a virgin withstand such frenzied rape? My vagina was already numb; the initial pleasure had vanished, leaving only the pain of excessive sex.

My father, on the other hand, was already completely engrossed in his act, oblivious to my condition.

I saw my genitals occasionally bleed from my father's touch; I couldn't tell if it was virgin blood or from a torn vagina.

After multiple ejaculations, my father remained unaffected; his penis was still erect. The only difference was that, having gotten used to my vagina, the intervals between ejaculations had gradually increased, from every fifteen minutes to now exceeding forty minutes.

I only felt my father's penis growing larger inside me, but in reality, it wasn't getting bigger. Instead, my vagina, from the continuous thrusting, had become bright red, and upon closer inspection, I could see blood vessels running through the vaginal walls. The vaginal walls were swollen and red, gripping my father's enormous penis even more tightly.

Huff...huff...huff...I was so overwhelmed I didn't even have the strength to scream, only able to gasp for breath.

My father increased the speed of his thrusts, and my already unbearable vagina felt even greater pain. Then, my father shouted: "I'm coming!" His semen sprayed into my uterus again.

My body was already full of my father's sperm; if I ovulated within these three days, I would be instantly overwhelmed by the sperm and pregnant.

My father carried the exhausted me back to the room and threw me onto the bed, then climbed on top of me and continued to fuck me, as if he wanted to release all the sexual pent-up desire he hadn't had in decades.

Exhausted, I stared blankly at the ceiling, my vision blurring as I lost consciousness, my father continuing his thrusts.

When I awoke, it was noon the next day. The bright sunlight slowly brought me back to my senses. My father was gone, and the sheets were stained with semen and vaginal fluid.

Even now, semen was still leaking from my vagina, which was throbbing with pain. It must have been full of wounds from excessive intercourse, and the semen felt like millions of sperm crawling into my wounds. My

buttocks felt very uncomfortable; my father must have ejaculated a lot into my anus after I lost consciousness the previous day.

I struggled to get out of bed, my legs barely able to support my weight. I slowly made my way to the bathroom, my body pressed against the wall, to clean up the remnants of yesterday's passion.

I went to the mirror and slightly parted my labia, seeing several abrasions in my vagina, and countless more wounds in places I couldn't see. Semen was constantly flowing from my uterus.

Finally, I broke down and cried. What I had thought would be a wonderful first time turned out to be so awful.

It took me a long time to calm down. I washed myself and slowly regained my strength.

I went to my room to get some medicine to apply to the wound on my genitals. Then I wondered what would happen if I didn't go to school. When I went to the living room, I saw a note my father had left: "I've asked for leave for you. Take good care of yourself at home.

I've prepared lunch and put it in the fridge. Just microwave it and you can eat."

My father, who had been so crazy yesterday, was now so considerate. My resentment towards him vanished, and I forgave him. After all, wasn't it all my fault? I went back to my room, turned on my computer, and started writing a new story.

My father came home in the evening. I really didn't know how to face him. He felt the same way, having done something unforgivable to his daughter yesterday.

Usually, he would come to see me as soon as he got home. Now, I didn't know how to talk to him, but my body was so alluring, making him want to be the only man in my daughter's life. "

Xiaorou, come out for dinner."

Finally, my father broke the silence.

I left my room with a sense of fear and sat down at the dining table to eat my dinner silently. I noticed a large box on the living room table; the box had a picture of an AV actress covered in condoms on it. I immediately knew that each condom in the box represented the number of times my father intended to violate me. The thought sent chills down my spine. "

Are you alright?" my father asked with concern.

"I'm... fine."

The atmosphere in the living room fell silent again. After finishing my meal, I quickly returned to my room.

Around nine o'clock, my father knocked on my door. I thought he was coming to apologize, but when I opened the door, I saw him holding a condom.

I didn't know how to refuse, so I sat on the bed and waited for my father's ministrations.

But today, my father wasn't as forceful as yesterday. Instead, he gently came to my side and softly stroked my body. I thought that since I had already lost my virginity yesterday, it didn't matter if I wasn't mentally prepared.

My father took off my clothes one by one, and I cooperated by letting him undress me smoothly.

After taking off my underwear, my father looked at my vagina. "Does it hurt?" he asked.

"Yes.

I'll be gentler this time."

My father didn't give up on me because of my injury, but this time the sex should be much better than yesterday.

My father took out his huge penis that had made me cry so many times yesterday, and then hurriedly opened the condom and put it on. My father's glans was very large and his penis was thick and long, so the condom could only go on about two-thirds of the way.

My father licked my vagina. When his tongue touched the wound, I shuddered in pain, but I also felt my father's warm tongue licking as if it were healing my wound.

Slowly, the pain disappeared, replaced by the strange feeling I had at the beginning of yesterday. I cooperated with my father's movements and let his penis slowly enter my body.

The wound that had just begun to heal was stretched open again by his huge penis, but now all the pain didn't matter, because with my father's gentle treatment, I was willing to be fucked until I lost consciousness again.

Not long after, my father ejaculated. I saw him pull out his penis, remove the condom full of semen, and tie a knot at the back to prevent the semen from leaking out.

Then my father patted me and said, "Take a good rest first."

Two hours later, my father came into my room, brought a clean sheet, and changed it for me; otherwise, the whole room would reek of filth.

Every day after that, my father would bring condoms to my room to have sex, and I gradually became accustomed to his abuse, beginning to enjoy the pleasure of sex.

I also started writing with great enthusiasm, and every day my father would have sex with me in the manner I had written the night before.

As time went by, my writing became increasingly frenzied, until now my father used at least a small box of condoms every night, containing four condoms in total. On holidays, he even used up three small boxes.

Later, my father felt the condoms were being used too quickly, so he wouldn't change them immediately after ejaculating, but would wait inside me until he was hard again before continuing, using them two or three times depending on the amount of semen. This meant I was fucked by my father at least eight to ten times a day.

Often, because my father was so eager to penetrate me, he wouldn't even take off his clothes and underwear. I think he probably couldn't resist after reading my articles. Every time, he would get my underwear very dirty, and I often ended up having no underwear to wear to school.

As a result, I once wore my father's bullet underwear to school, and the front of the underwear still had old stains left by his penis. This caused my vagina to involuntarily leak vaginal fluid all day at school. So now, as soon as I get home, I take off my underwear immediately, ready to let my father use my vagina at any time.

The trash can at home is full of condoms that my father has thrown away. One time, when my father was still at work, I smelled a strong odor of semen coming from the trash can. I looked inside and saw at least a hundred condoms, each containing more than 20cc of semen. Some of them had been there for a long time and had turned yellow.

I suddenly had an impulse, so I picked up the condom my father had used, bit a small hole in the tip, and sucked out the semen.

I frantically rummaged through the trash can, taking out condoms one by one, biting them open, and eating the semen inside. Even the semen, some a month old and already reeking, was the sweetest food to me.

I ate all the semen; my stomach was filled with at least two liters.

But shortly after Dad came home, my stomach started hurting. Dad rushed me to the hospital. The doctor said it was probably caused by eating something unclean and told me to stay in the hospital for a day for observation. If everything was fine, I could be discharged the next day. The doctor

asked what I had eaten, and I had to make up a lie. I couldn't very well say I ate a bunch of expired semen, could I? Later, Dad found out and scolded me.

After that, every time we finished, I would take Dad's condoms and drink them directly, or I would put them in a box and store them in the refrigerator, taking them out to eat when I thought of it. But whenever Dad saw them, he would just throw them away.

Sometimes I would even go to Dad's room to give him oral sex and then be fucked by him once or twice. I had become addicted to the taste of semen and couldn't live without it.

One day, I felt I could start exploring my anus, so I immediately wrote a bunch of plot points and posted them online.

The next morning, I saw my father buy two boxes of enema solution on his way back from buying breakfast. As a result, I spent the whole day at school imagining what it would feel like for my father to give me an enema.

When I got home, I couldn't wait to go into the bathroom, take off my clothes, and start showering. My father also came home at that time, went straight into the bathroom, took off his clothes, and showered with me.

After showering, I automatically lay down with my buttocks facing my father. My father took out the enema solution and inserted it into my anus. I felt the cold liquid enter my body, followed by a strong urge to defecate.

But this was only the beginning. I watched as my father picked up another packet of enema solution, squeezed the liquid into my anus, then threw it away, picked up another packet... This action was repeated dozens of times, until finally, there were at least hundreds of cc of enema solution stimulating my intestines.

At this moment, my father also grasped his penis and inserted it into my vagina. My lower body clenched tightly, afraid of pulling out the enema fluid. Taking advantage of this, my father began to thrust into my simultaneously clenched vagina.

It hurts so much! I want to poop, let me go to the toilet first… I begged my father.

My father ignored me and continued to thrust into my vagina.

After many sexual encounters, we both knew each other's sensitive spots. My father started to press against my G-spot, then inserted a finger into my anus, while his other hand pinched and rubbed my clitoris.

No… this is too intense… I cried out in terror, not expecting that my father had already touched my body so thoroughly.

Each thrust of my father's gave me a strong pleasure accompanied by the urge to defecate. Each time my father's huge penis entered, it pressed against my rectum, and I could almost feel my excrement being churned inside my rectum.

So… so good… such a strange pleasure… again, again, fuck me to death… I begged my father to fuck me more intensely.

After about twenty minutes, I held back the urge to defecate for the same amount of time, beads of sweat forming on my forehead. Finally, my father ejaculated. "

Quick! I can't hold it anymore, let me go to the toilet..." I tried to break free from my father's body, but he grabbed me and shoved the condom, its tip soaked with semen, along with his enormous glans, into my anus.

"No!" I screamed. "

One more time and I'll make you feel good."

My father was never very talkative during sex, only offering a word or two to comfort me.

He thrust forcefully into my anus, and I felt the stool that was in my rectum being pushed back into my large intestine by his large glans. With each thrust, the stool lingered between my rectum and large intestine.

My father grabbed my hands, using them to support my upper body and concentrating all the pressure on my anus.

If you looked closely, you could see some yellow stains on the condom—that was my excrement.

My father released my hands and lay on my back, licking the sweat from my back with his tongue. I desperately braced myself against the floor with my hands to avoid being crushed by his weight.

I couldn't take it anymore... I was going to climax! A wave of intense pleasure washed over me. Ah! Ah! Ah! It's coming out! I screamed loudly.

Warm, wet fluids began to gush from my vagina onto my father's scrotum. I couldn't hold on any longer; my arms went limp, and I collapsed, leaving only my buttocks raised high for my father to thrust into my anus.

After about a thousand thrusts, the tightness of my anus made my father unable to hold back any longer. He grabbed my buttocks and fucked me hard. I felt my anus burning hot, probably from the friction of my father's penis.

Finally, my father ejaculated. I lay helplessly on the floor. If it weren't for my father's large penis blocking it, I would have defecated.

My father rested for a moment, then helped me up, his penis still inside me.

I walked to the toilet, and the moment my father pulled out, I immediately sat down. Having held it in for so long, this wasn't just simple excretion; it was an intense, almost orgasmic release. I ejaculated again.

I... I orgasmed again... And this was just the beginning. My father practically trained me according to my instructions. Later, I became dissatisfied with being with my father at home; I started writing scenarios of sex in the wild.

Since we lived in a busy area, it wasn't possible to find a secluded spot. So, that day, my father drove me to a rather famous high point in the suburbs.

It was a parking lot with a beautiful city night view below, and many cars were parked nearby, filled with couples having sex in their cars.

Generally, most people drive to a dark location to have sex, but my father deliberately drove near a streetlamp, where everyone outside could see almost everything inside.

He even rolled down the window, stripped me naked, and pushed my upper body out of the window before having sex with me inside the car.

Since this was a well-known car sex spot, it naturally attracted many people to peep. I seemed to see flashes of light coming from the bushes nearby; it seemed someone was taking pictures of my body as a souvenir.

Later, the people in the bushes gradually became bolder and came out, masturbating right in front of me. My father then took out a towel to cover my eyes, took me out of the car, and let the voyeurs take pictures of me, even demanding that they leave him a copy.

After that, I was often fucked by my father in various places. My father was very possessive of me, so he didn't allow any physical contact from onlookers, but he would still let them masturbate while watching me, and of course, he would provide photos with them.

I saw that my father had set up a website, recording every place he had been. In the photos, my eyes were covered, and he posted them online, sharing his experiences of exhibitionism and casual sex with enthusiasts.

I've taken photos with hundreds of people by now, and I even included links in my articles, saying I'd stumbled upon the website, allowing more readers to see my body. The content on both sites was somewhat similar, and both sites got over ten thousand views daily.

I started to immerse myself in the pleasure of being "trained," but was this really what I wanted? I suddenly felt that my father and I could never go back to the warm father-daughter relationship we once had. Although he was still considerate towards me, the intimacy was gone.

Then one day, while I was writing an article with conflicted feelings, I suddenly realized my father was standing right behind me! After that, everything changed. Inevitably, I was violated by my father again for a long, long time, until four in the morning. "

Was all of this your design?" my father asked. "

Some of it was, some of it wasn't,"

I told my father the truth, but then things spiraled out of control.

Actually, I've been struggling a lot. I've been saddened by how I've treated you, but you've never told me your true feelings. I thought you liked it this way.

It seems my father later became completely convinced of my writing, believing that women would be devoted to him after being sexually assaulted.

Then everything finally went back to the way it was before. We became a loving father and daughter again, but the difference was that I still maintained a sexual relationship with my father.

Every day, I would have sex with my father many times, and then I would sit on him, his penis still inside me, as I wrote.

The biggest change was that I went from fantasizing to writing a real story. Every day, I recorded my blissful life with my father.

Later, a Mr. A left a message asking, "This story has been written for a long, long time. I wonder if there will be an ending?" It was then that I realized that every story must have an ending. What would be the ending for me and my father? I began to think about how to conclude the story and the real ending.

In the year I graduated from high school, I finally wrote the ending of this story.

After the father ejaculated inside his daughter, he held her and fell asleep happily in bed. In my story, the father never slept with his daughter, which implies that he considered her the woman he would spend his life with.

Whew…it’s finally over! I exclaimed.

Just then, someone entered my room and said in English, “Ready?” “Yes!” I smiled and replied.

Then I walked into the chapel, down the red carpet, and stood beside my father. A priest asked me if I would take this man before me to be my wife. I looked at my father, nodded, and said happily, “I do!”

The priest then asked my father, “I do too!” He said happily as well.

Then the priest announced that from this moment forward, I am the wife of this man before me. My father picked me up, got into the limousine, and drove to our new home.

All of this was arranged by my father. Long ago, the company had hoped he would work at the overseas headquarters, but he always refused, saying I was too young. Now that I'm grown up, he told others his daughter was married, then went abroad and gave me a new identity, so I smoothly married him.

That evening, I changed out of my wedding dress. After all, I had worn it to the wedding banquet not long ago and had sex with my father several times. After that, I was fucked by him every time I changed into a different dress. I changed into five different dresses in total, and including the wedding dress, I was fucked six times during the wedding—all without condoms, of course.

There was a lot of semen residue on the wedding dress hanging there. I wondered if the wedding dress company would ask us to pay for cleaning. I was tidying myself up at the dressing table in a comfortable robe, while my father was reading a book on the bed. "

Why did you end the novel?" my father suddenly asked. "

Actually, I wanted to end it a long time ago, because by the middle I had completely stopped being your slave. You stopped training me, didn't you? But you're still doing the same thing!" my father said. "

It's not the same!" At first, I was being trained by you, but later I played along with you willingly. How does that count? Oh, I see.

Then you could change the name to "Father and Daughter"! My father said.

I'm not your daughter anymore! I pretended to be angry.

Oh! Right, you're my wife now.

How about "Couple's Life"? I smiled at my father, stood up, and turned to face him: But I don't have the writing skills I used to have, so you'll have to give me a lot of inspiration! After saying that, I pulled open my robe, revealing my beautiful body, and climbed into my father's and my bed. Then, the room was filled with the sounds my father and I knew so well... The next night, my online forum saw a surge in visitors because the first chapter of my new work, "Couple's Life," titled "Wedding Night," was published online. It directly used my father's and my real names, and there was also a link at the bottom to my father's website. In addition to the previous training diary, there were also many updated wedding photos, as well as passionate photos of the night. It would also record my father and me's life log in the future. Of course, my father still covered my eyes in the photos.

In my new work, I mentioned earlier: If you know a couple named Ding Shengjie and Ding Xiaorou, remember to wish them well!

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