Father's female slave

My name is Ding Xiaorou, and I am currently 16 years old, a high school student. 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 is not very handsome, but he is tall and strong.

Under my father's care, I grew up smoothly. He took on the role of both mother and daughter, giving me double the love. You could say that my father's love for me was to the point of spoiling me. However, although I was spoiled all my life, I did not go astray because of it. On the contrary, in order not to worry my father, I was an outstanding student in school in terms of academics and conduct. But as I gradually matured, I developed a special feeling for my father.

This feeling couldn't exist between a father and daughter; I could only bury it deep in my heart, expressing it through writing online.

The article was titled "Father's Slave Girl," in which I portrayed my father as someone with a strong possessive desire for his daughter. The normally gentle father in my writing became a perverted man who disciplined his daughter.

Perhaps the article described my deepest desires, and over time, it gained many supporters online, even creating discussion forums to debate my work. Then one evening, a voice said, " Dad, just leave the dishes; I'll wash them." My father works hard every day, so I naturally try to share the housework. " Xiaorou

, 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 dad has always called me by my nickname, Xiaorou, which is actually almost identical to my real name. Don't overwork yourself, take care of yourself! I see my 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 should be resting, but instead he has to pick up the kids from school, and then do housework and prepare dinner when he gets home. 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. Ahh…ahhh…my dad was only wearing a shirt on his upper body, nothing on his lower body, and his hand was constantly rubbing that horrible penis. Although I often mention male penises in my online articles, I've never actually looked at one myself. I quickly hid behind the door and closed it, leaving only a crack, afraid my father would find out. Even though I knew I shouldn't peek, my curiosity about sex made me peek again. I saw that my father's penis was very impressive, with prominent veins. Remembering the health education class I had in junior high, I learned that sexual intercourse involves the male penis being inserted into the female vagina. Looking at my father's penis, I wondered how such a large thing could possibly fit into my vagina. I had masturbated many times, but I could only manage to insert one finger and it felt very tight. I even had a strange urge to expect 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 my image was constantly on his mind. A sudden surge of excitement washed over me. I rushed back to my room, turned on the computer, and began writing my fantasy. I went to my online forum and saw many replies. 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 article," Mr. X wrote. " Then go train her! Good luck!" I replied. An idea flashed through my mind: if I could use this article to properly guide my father, perhaps he would be unable to bear it and attack me. I slowly began adding scenes to the story where the daughter was willing to cooperate with her father, hoping he would understand that if he did the same things as in the story, there would be no punishment. Over time, my father's feelings towards me gradually changed. He started hugging and kissing me often, which, while normal for him, was becoming too frequent. As the days went by, the kisses, which started on my cheeks and moved to my ears and then down to my 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 shouted for 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 started undressing himself. I had expected my father to be gentle, but the reality was far different from my expectations. I had underestimated how, when male hormones overwhelmed reason, a woman was merely a tool for his lust. No… The contrast with my expectations made me resist my father's bestiality. But just like in the novels, my father used immense force to gain control, and his daughter was completely powerless to resist, forced to accept it all. My father began licking 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 hurt...no...I felt my nipples harden, and his fondling was excruciatingly painful. I tried to push him away, but his massive body pressed against me, leaving me nowhere to escape. He squeezed and kneaded my breasts with one hand, while I felt something hard pressing against my thigh. I looked down and 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 gave him more pleasure in violating me. I had hoped my father would violate me, but when he did, I couldn't bear it. " Just bear with it, you'll feel better soon," my father said. He spread my legs; since we were in the water, there was no need for any lubrication. He pressed his huge glans against my tiny, slit-like vulva, the undeveloped pink labia a testament to my virginity. I immediately understood his intentions. I shook my lower body, trying to prevent him from easily taking my virginity, but it was all in vain. He quickly found my opening and forcefully pushed his glans inside. "No!" I cried out. I felt my genitals gradually being parted. The previously tight vaginal walls were breached by the glans, creating a slit. Then, a sharp pain shot through my genitals. My virginity had finally been taken by my father. It hurt so much! 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 penetrating me, he didn't start moving immediately. Instead, he remained still, letting my vagina get used to the feeling of his penis inside. And the vaginal walls naturally closed back up, tightly gripping my penis. My eyes were red from crying, and tears kept flowing. Several streaks of blood surfaced in the water, then dissolved. Although my father didn't immediately have sex with me, his upper body wasn't idle either. He 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 tried to slip his tongue inside, and I clenched my teeth, afraid that if I relaxed, he would break through.

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

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

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

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

His penis was soaked in my vaginal fluid, and my father knew I was ready. He started moving, and the pain that had subsided returned with his rough movements. "

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

With each thrust, virgin blood was drawn out again, staining the fluid near the point of contact between our genitals red.

Each of my father's thrusts was powerful, leaving only the head of his penis inside me. He would then forcefully kiss my clitoris with his glans, which gripped it tightly each time. My father felt immense pleasure and thrust 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 against 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 from now on, my father would only love me, 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 top of him.

Completely naked, I was exposed to my father's gaze. Shyly, I covered my breasts as he began to thrust upwards.

Because we were making love in the water, everything moved slowly, but this made me feel his large penis slowly penetrating my body, reaching my most shameful depths. "

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

"Xiaorou is so beautiful, let Daddy see as much as he wants?" Daddy pushed my hands away, and my breasts swayed with his movements.

As I began to get used to his thrusting, pleasure surged through my body. Waves of bliss washed over me, mingling with pain, making me want to resist yet unwilling to leave.

I collapsed weakly against my father, exhausted from his penetration. His hands pressed against my chest, supporting me and kneading my breasts until they were deformed.

He increased the speed of his thrusts, and I felt my clitoris repeatedly sucking and kissing his glans, the stimulation of the pull away leaving me utterly defenseless.

It was strange, so painful yet so pleasurable… I wanted to stop but couldn't… I was going crazy… I screamed wildly.

Ah… so good… again, again… ah… it hurts! A little lighter… harder… I oscillated between pain and pleasure.

My father, too, was overwhelmed by the pleasure of my first taste of his penis; every fold in the vaginal walls was perfect, one more or one less would be unbearable.

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 most powerful man would succumb. "Xiaorou, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum... Ahhh!" my father shouted. "

No, not inside! You'll get a baby! No!" I realized I might be pregnant with my father's child, but it was too late. His 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; either way was possible.

The first insemination was incredibly prolonged, showing no signs of stopping from the first ejaculation. 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 as it flowed through my vagina, all of it flowing into the bathtub water.

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

By this time, I had no strength left; the only thing 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 echoed with 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 ringing at 2 a.m. I was still on the balcony, one leg hoisted onto my father's shoulder, being forcefully violated.

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 was already completely engrossed in his fucking, oblivious to my condition.

I saw my genitals occasionally oozing blood from him, and I couldn't tell if it was virgin blood or from my vagina being torn.

Despite multiple ejaculations, my father remained unaffected; his penis was still rock hard. 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 already turned bright red, and if you looked closely, you could see blood vessels running along the vaginal walls. The vaginal walls were swollen and red, gripping my father's enormous penis even tighter.

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

My father increased the speed of his thrusting again, and my already ravaged vagina felt even more pain. Then my father shouted: "I'm coming!" His semen spurted into my uterus once more.

My body was already full of my father's sperm. If I were to ovulate within these three days, I would instantly be overwhelmed by the sperm and become pregnant.

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

Exhausted, I stared blankly at the ceiling, then my vision blurred. I was fucked until I lost consciousness, while my father continued thrusting.

When I woke up, it was noon the next day. The strong sunlight slowly brought me back to my senses. My father was nowhere to be seen, and the sheets were stained with my 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 flowing over these wounds feels like billions of sperm are burrowing into them.

My buttocks also feel very uncomfortable; my father must have ejaculated quite a bit into my anus yesterday while I was distracted.

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 in my vagina, and countless more wounds in places I couldn't see. Semen was continuously leaking 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 a long time for my emotions 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 left by my father: "I've called in sick for you. Take good care of yourself at home.

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

My father, who had been so crazy yesterday, was now so considerate. I forgave him, and my initial resentment vanished. After all, wasn't all of this my own doing? I went back to my room, turned on the 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.

My father usually comes to see me as soon as he gets home, but now he doesn't know how to talk to me. His daughter's body is so alluring, making him want to be the only man in her life. "

Xiaorou, come out for dinner."

Finally, my father broke the silence.

I left my room with a bit of fear and sat down at the table to eat silently. I noticed a large box on the living room table, with a picture of an AV actress covered in condoms printed on it. I immediately knew that each condom in that box represented the number of times my father was going to violate me. The thought sent a chill 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 he was holding a condom.

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

But today, my father wasn't as forceful as yesterday. Instead, he gently came to my side and lightly caressed 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 having sex with me because of my injuries, but this time the intercourse should be much better than yesterday's.

My father took out his huge penis that had made me cry so many times yesterday, and then hurriedly unfastened 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, and when his tongue touched the wound, although I shuddered in pain, I also felt that my father's warm tongue was licking my wound as if it were healing it.

Slowly, the pain disappeared, and what followed was the strange feeling I had felt at the beginning yesterday. I cooperated with my father's movements and let his penis slowly enter my body.

The wound, which had just begun to heal, was forced open again by his enormous penis. But now, all the pain didn't matter, because of my father's gentle care. Even if he had to fuck me until I lost consciousness again, I would be willing.

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: "Rest well for a while."

Two hours later, my father came into my room, brought a clean sheet, and changed my bed for me, otherwise the whole room would smell filthy.

Every day after that, my father would bring a condom to my room to have sex, and I gradually got used to my father's violation and began to learn to enjoy the pleasure that sex brought.

I also started writing with a flood of inspiration, and every day my father would have sex with me according to the method I had written the night before.

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

Later, my father felt that the condoms were being used up too quickly, so he started not to change them immediately after ejaculating, but to wait inside my body 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. In this way, I was fucked by my father at least eight to ten times a day.

Often, because my father was in such a hurry 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 not having any underwear to wear to school.

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

The trash can at home was full of condoms that my father had thrown away. One time, when my father was still at work and did not come home, I smelled a strong smell of semen in the trash can. I looked at at least hundreds of condoms inside, each containing more than 20 pounds of semen. Some of them had been left 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 front end, and sucked out the semen inside.

I rummaged through the trash can frantically, taking out the condoms one by one, biting them open, and eating the semen inside. Even the semen from a month ago already had a stench, but in my eyes it was the sweetest food.

I just ate all the semen inside. There were at least 2 liters of semen in my stomach.

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 eating something unclean and told me to stay in the hospital for observation for a day. 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 ate a bunch of expired semen, could I? Later, Dad found out and scolded me. 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, only taking it out to eat when I thought of it. But every time Dad saw it, I 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 developing my anus, so I immediately wrote a bunch of plots and posted them online.

The next morning I saw my father buy 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 my father to start giving 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. He took out an enema solution and inserted it into my anus. I felt the cool 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. In the end, 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 hurt so much! I wanted to pull it out, 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 pressing 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 explored my body thoroughly.

Each thrust of my father's brought me intense pleasure, accompanied by the urge to defecate. His enormous 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 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 wasn't much of a talker during sex, just a word or two to comfort me.

He thrust hard 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 oscillated between the 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 yellowish 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, trying not to collapse under his weight.

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

Warm, wet 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 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 as well. I collapsed weakly onto 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 plopped down on it. After holding it in for so long, this wasn't just simple relieving; it was an intense, almost orgasmic release. I ejaculated again.

I... I orgasmed again... And this was just the beginning. My father practically followed my instructions, training me. Later, I became dissatisfied with being fucked by my father at home. I started writing scenarios of sex in the wild.

Since we lived in a busy area, it was unlikely we could 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.

Most people drive to a dark place 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, pushed my upper body out the window, and then had 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, indicating that someone was taking pictures of my body as a souvenir.

Later, the person in the bushes slowly 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.

Later, I was frequently sexually assaulted by my father in various places. He was extremely possessive of me, so he forbade any physical contact from onlookers, but he would still allow them to masturbate while watching me, and of course, he would provide photos of them together.

I saw that my father had also set up a website to record every place he went, with my eyes covered in the photos, and then he posted the photos online, sharing his experiences of exhibitionism and having sex in the wild with enthusiasts.

To date, I have taken photos with hundreds of people, and I even added links to my articles, saying that I had discovered the website by chance, so that more readers could also see my body. The content on both websites was somewhat similar, and as a result, both websites received over ten thousand views every day.

I began to immerse myself in the pleasure of being disciplined, but is this really what I want? I suddenly realized 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 was gone.

Then one day, while I was writing 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 parts were, some weren't,"

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

Actually, I've been struggling. I've been saddened by how I've treated you, but you've never told me your true feelings. I thought you enjoyed it."

It seems my father later completely believed my writing, thinking that women would become devoted to him after being sexually assaulted.

Then everything finally returned to normal. We became a loving father and daughter again, but the difference was that I still maintained my sexual relationship with my father.

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

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

Later, a Mr. A left a message asking if there would be an ending to this story, which had been written for a long, long time. It was then that I realized that every story must have an ending, and what would be the ending for me and my father? I began to think about how to conclude both the story and reality.

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 once slept with his daughter, which means he considered her the woman he would spend his life with.

Whew… finally over! I exclaimed.

Just then, someone walked into my room and said in English: "Ready?" "Yes!" I smiled and replied.

Then I walked into the chapel, across the red carpet, and stood beside my father. A priest asked me if I was willing to be the wife of the man before me. I looked at my father, nodded, and said happily, "I do!"

Then the priest asked my father, "I do too!" My father also said happily.

Then the priest announced that from this moment forward, I was the wife of the man before me. My father picked me up, put me in the wedding car, and drove to our new home.

All of this was arranged by my father. Long ago, the company had hoped that my father could work at the overseas headquarters, but he had always turned it down, saying that I was still too young. Now that I was grown up, my father told others that his daughter was getting married, and then he gave me a new identity overseas, so I smoothly married my father.

That evening, I changed out of my wedding dress. After all, I had already worn the wedding dress and had sex with my father several times during the wedding banquet not long ago. After that, every time I changed into a different dress, my father would have sex with me. I changed into five different dresses in total, and including the wedding dress, I was fucked six times during the wedding. And of course, all six times were without a condom.

There was a lot of semen residue on the wedding dress hanging to the side. I wonder if the wedding dress company will ask us to pay for the cleaning? I was putting on my clothes at the dressing table in a comfortable robe, while my father was reading a book in 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 broken off with my father's female slave. You stopped training me, didn't you? But I'm still doing the same thing!" my father said. "

It's not the same! At first I was being trained by you, and later I played with you voluntarily. How does that count?" "

Oh, I see." "Then you can 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 calling it "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 most familiar sounds from my father and me echoed in the room... The next night, the number of people on my online forum skyrocketed 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 that led to my father's website. In addition to the previous training diary, there were also many updated wedding photos, as well as passionate photos from the night. In the future, there would also be a record of my father and me's life diary. Of course, my father still covered my eyes in the photos.

In the beginning of my new work, I mentioned: If you know a couple whose husband is named Ding Shengjie and whose wife is named Ding Xiaorou, remember to wish them well!

My name is Ding Xiaorou, and I am currently 16 years old, a high school girl. 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 is not very handsome, but he is tall and strong.

Under my father's sole care, I grew up smoothly. He took on the roles 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, consistently ranking among the top students in school. But as I matured, I developed a special feeling towards my father.

This feeling couldn't be expressed between father and daughter; I could only bury it deep inside, expressing it through writing online.

This article is titled "Father's Female Slave." In it, I portrayed my father as someone with a strong possessive desire for his daughter. The originally gentle father in my writing became a perverted man who disciplined his daughter.

Perhaps what the article described was the hope deep in my heart, and as time went on, many supporters appeared online, and even a discussion forum was opened to discuss my article, until one evening.

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

My father works hard every day, so I naturally try my best 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 called me by my nickname Xiao Rou since I was little, and actually, my nickname and my real name sound almost the same.

Don't work too hard, take care of yourself! I see that Dad is very busy every day.

Single-parent families are all the same. In the morning, he has to get me to school, and then he has to rush to work. He should be able to rest after work, but instead he has to pick up the child from school, and after coming home, he still has to 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.

Ahh...ahhh...my dad was only wearing a shirt on his upper body, nothing on his lower body, and his hand was constantly rubbing that horrible penis.

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

I quickly hid behind the door and closed it, leaving only a crack, afraid that my father would find out.

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

Recalling my health education class in junior high, I learned that male-female sexual intercourse involves the insertion of the male's penis into the female's vagina. Looking at my father's penis, I wondered how something so large could possibly fit into my vagina. I had masturbated many times, but even inserting just one finger felt tight. I suddenly had a strange longing for my father to insert his penis into me.

I stared intently at the screen on my father's computer; it was my own writing. I couldn't believe my father was using my fantasies to masturbate. Perhaps my image was constantly on his mind.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of excitement and rushed back to my room, turning on the computer and beginning to write my fantasies. I went to my online forum and saw many replies. I noticed one reply from Mr. X that particularly 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 bear it and attack me.

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

Over time, my father's feelings for me gradually changed. He started to hug and kiss me often. Although this was a very normal thing for him, it was too frequent.

As the days went by, what started as kissing my cheeks, then my ears, and then my 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 attack me. And finally, that day came.

I filled the bathtub as usual, and after taking off my clothes, I realized I was out of shampoo. I shouted for 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 started undressing himself.

I had expected my father to be gentle, but the reality was far different from my expectations. I had underestimated how, when male hormones overwhelmed reason, a woman was merely a tool for his lust.

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

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

My father began licking 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 hurt...no...I felt my nipples harden, and his fondling was excruciatingly painful.

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

He squeezed and kneaded my breasts with one hand, while I felt something hard pressing against my thigh. I looked down and 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 gave him more pleasure in violating me.

I had hoped my father would violate me, but when he did, I couldn't bear it. "

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

my father said.

He spread my legs; since we were in the water, there was no need for any lubrication. He pressed his huge glans against my tiny, slit-like vulva, the undeveloped pink labia a testament to my virginity.

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

"No!" I cried out.

I felt my genitals gradually being parted. The previously tight vaginal walls were breached by the glans, creating a slit. Then, a sharp pain shot through my genitals. My virginity had finally been taken by my father.

It hurt so much! 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 penetrating me, he didn't start moving immediately. Instead, he remained still, letting my vagina get used to the feeling of his penis inside.

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

A few streaks of blood surfaced in the water, then dissolved.

My father didn't immediately have sex with me, but 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 terrifying.

Ugh… I felt like I couldn't breathe.

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

But all of this was exactly what my father had anticipated. He gently pushed his waist further in, his glans tightly gripping my clitoris, which had never been touched before.

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

At that moment, my father seized the opportunity and slipped his tongue inside. I tried to push it out with my tongue, but instead, he entwined his, and our tongues intertwined.

Suddenly, I started to feel a strange sensation. Slowly, my vagina became accustomed to my father's penis and began to secrete lubricating fluid in preparation for our first sexual intercourse. Although I wasn't mentally prepared, my body was ready to be violated by my father.

With his penis soaked in my vaginal fluid, my father knew I was ready, and he began to move. The pain that had subsided returned under my father's rough movements.

"Dad, don't move...it hurts...it hurts so much..." I pounded on 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 kissing my clitoris with it. My clitoris gripped his head tightly each time, and he felt an unparalleled pleasure, pushing even deeper.

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 against 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 from now on, my father would only love me, I couldn't help but feel happy.

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

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

Because we were having sex in the water, the movements slowed, and I could feel his large penis slowly penetrating my body, reaching my most shameful depths. "

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

"Xiaorou is so pretty, let Daddy see as much as he wants?" 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 blissful sensations washed over me, mingling with the pain, making me want to resist yet unwilling to leave.

Weakened by my father's thrusting, I collapsed onto him. His hands pressed against my chest, supporting me and kneading my breasts until they were deformed.

My father increased the speed of his thrusts, and I felt my clitoris repeatedly sucking and kissing his glans, the stimulation of the moment it pulled away leaving me utterly defenseless.

It's so strange, so painful yet so pleasurable… I want to stop but can't… 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 vagina, which was experiencing my first penis. Every fold in the vaginal walls was so perfect; one more or one less wouldn't do.

My father felt that my vagina was like a semen suction device, constantly trying to suck the sperm out of his testicles.

Under the psychological stimulation of incest, even the most powerful man would not be able to hold back. "Xiaorou, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum... Ahhh!" my father shouted. "

No, not inside! There will be a baby! No!" I realized that I might be 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 incredibly prolonged; from the first ejaculation until now, there was absolutely no sign of it stopping. 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 as it flowed through my vagina, all of it flowing into the bathtub water.

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

By this time, I had no strength left; the only thing 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 echoed with 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 ringing at 2 a.m. I was still on the balcony, one leg hoisted onto my father's shoulder, being forcefully violated.

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 was already completely engrossed in his fucking, oblivious to my condition.

I saw my genitals occasionally oozing blood from him, and I couldn't tell if it was virgin blood or from my vagina being torn.

Despite multiple ejaculations, my father remained unaffected; his penis was still rock hard. 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 already turned bright red, and if you looked closely, you could see blood vessels running along the vaginal walls. The vaginal walls were swollen and red, gripping my father's enormous penis even tighter.

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

My father increased the speed of his thrusting again, and my already ravaged vagina felt even more pain. Then my father shouted: "I'm coming!" His semen spurted into my uterus once more.

My body was already full of my father's sperm. If I were to ovulate within these three days, I would instantly be overwhelmed by the sperm and become pregnant.

My father carried me, already exhausted, back to the room and threw me onto the bed. Then he climbed on top of me and continued to have sex with me, as if he wanted to release all the sexual pent-up desire he hadn't been able to achieve in decades.

Exhausted, I stared blankly at the ceiling, then my vision blurred. I was fucked until I lost consciousness, while my father continued thrusting.

When I woke up, it was noon the next day. The strong 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 is still flowing from my vagina, which is throbbing with intense pain. It must be full of wounds from excessive intercourse, and the semen flowing through the wounds feels like billions of sperm burrowing into my wounds.

I felt a strange discomfort in my buttocks again, and I figured my father must have ejaculated quite a bit into my anus yesterday while I was distracted.

I struggled to get out of bed, my legs barely able to support my weight. I slowly made my way 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 hidden from view. Semen was continuously leaking 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 a long time for me to calm down. I washed myself and slowly regained my strength.

I went to my room to get some medicine to apply to the wounds on my genitals, then 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 called in sick for you. Rest well at home.

I've prepared lunch and put it in the fridge; just microwave it and it's ready to eat."

My father, so frantic yesterday, was now so considerate. My initial resentment vanished, and I forgave him. After all, wasn't all of this my own doing? I went back to my room, turned on the computer, and started writing a new story.

My father came home that evening. I really didn't know how to face him. He felt the same way; he had done something unforgivable to his daughter yesterday.

Usually, he would come to see me as soon as he got home, but now he didn't know how to talk to me. Yet, 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 dread 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 a chill 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 begin his act.

But today, my father wasn't as forceful as yesterday. Instead, he gently walked to my side, softly stroking 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, 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 having sex with me because of my injuries, but this time the intercourse should be much better than yesterday.

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

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 it were 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 my body.

The wound, which had just begun to heal, was stretched open again by his huge penis, but now all the pain didn't matter. Because of 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 the semen from leaking out.

Then my father patted me: "Rest well for a while."

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

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

I also started writing with a surge of inspiration,

and every day my father would have sex with me according to the methods I had written the night before. As time went by, my writing became increasingly frenzied, until now my father uses at least a small box of condoms every night for sex, with a total of four condoms inside. On weekends, he has even used up three small boxes.

Later, my father felt that the condoms were being used up too quickly, so he started not changing them immediately after ejaculating. Instead, he 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. In this way, I was fucked by my father at least eight to ten times a day.

Often, because my father was in such a hurry to penetrate me, he didn't even take off his clothes and underwear. I think he probably couldn't resist after reading my articles. Every time, he would make my underwear very dirty, and in the end, I often had to go to school without underwear.

As a result, I used to wear my father's bullet underwear to school, and the front end of the underwear was still stained by the old stains left by my father's penis, which caused my vagina to leak juice unconsciously all day long at school. So now, as soon as I get home, I take off my underwear directly, ready for my father to use my vagina at any time.

The trash can at home was full of condoms that my father had thrown away. One time, when my father was still at work and did not come home, I smelled a strong smell of semen in the trash can. I looked at at least hundreds of condoms inside, each containing more than 20 pounds of semen. Some of them had been left for a long time and had turned yellow.

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

I frantically rummaged through the trash can, taking out condoms one by one, biting them open, and eating the semen inside. Even the semen, which was over a month old and already smelled foul, was the sweetest food in my eyes.

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

But shortly after my father came home, my stomach started to hurt. My father rushed me to the hospital, where the doctor said it was probably caused by eating something unclean and told me to stay in the hospital for observation for a day. 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? Later, my father found out and scolded me.

After that, every time I finished, I would take my father'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. However, every time my father saw it, he would just throw it away.

Sometimes I would even go to my father'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 that I could start developing my anus, so I immediately wrote a bunch of plots and posted them online.

The next morning, I saw that my father 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 my father to start giving 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. He took out an enema solution and inserted it into my anus. I felt the cool 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. In the end, 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 hurt so much! I wanted to pull it out, 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 pressing 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 explored my body thoroughly.

Each thrust of my father's brought me intense pleasure, accompanied by the urge to defecate. His enormous 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 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 wasn't much of a talker during sex, just a word or two to comfort me.

He thrust hard 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 oscillated between the 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 yellowish 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, trying not to collapse under his weight.

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

Warm, wet 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 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 as well. I collapsed weakly onto 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 plopped down on it. After holding it in for so long, this wasn't just simple relieving; it was an intense, almost orgasmic release. I ejaculated again.

I... I orgasmed again... And this was just the beginning. My father practically followed my instructions, training me. Later, I became dissatisfied with being fucked by my father at home. I started writing scenarios of sex in the wild.

Since we lived in a busy area, it was unlikely we could 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.

Most people drive to a dark place 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, pushed my upper body out the window, and then had 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, indicating that someone was taking pictures of my body as a souvenir.

Later, the person in the bushes slowly 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.

Later, I was frequently sexually assaulted by my father in various places. He was extremely possessive of me, so he forbade any physical contact from onlookers, but he would still allow them to masturbate while watching me, and of course, he would provide photos of them together.

I saw that my father had also set up a website to record every place he went, with my eyes covered in the photos, and then he posted the photos online, sharing his experiences of exhibitionism and having sex in the wild with enthusiasts.

To date, I have taken photos with hundreds of people, and I even added links to my articles, saying that I had discovered the website by chance, so that more readers could also see my body. The content on both websites was somewhat similar, and as a result, both websites received over ten thousand views every day.

I began to immerse myself in the pleasure of being disciplined, but is this really what I want? I suddenly realized 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 was gone.

Then one day, while I was writing 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 parts were, some weren't,"

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

Actually, I've been struggling. I've been saddened by how I've treated you, but you've never told me your true feelings. I thought you enjoyed it."

It seems my father later completely believed my writing, thinking that women would become devoted to him after being sexually assaulted.

Then everything finally returned to normal. We became a loving father and daughter again, but the difference was that I still maintained my sexual relationship with my father.

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

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

Later, a Mr. A left a message asking if there would be an ending to this story, which had been written for a long, long time. It was then that I realized that every story must have an ending, and what would be the ending for me and my father? I began to think about how to conclude both the story and reality.

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 once slept with his daughter, which means he considered her the woman he would spend his life with.

Whew… finally over! I exclaimed.

Just then, someone walked into my room and said in English: "Ready?" "Yes!" I smiled and replied.

Then I walked into the chapel, across the red carpet, and stood beside my father. A priest asked me if I was willing to be the wife of the man before me. I looked at my father, nodded, and said happily, "I do!"

Then the priest asked my father, "I do too!" My father also said happily.

Then the priest announced that from this moment forward, I was the wife of the man before me. My father picked me up, put me in the wedding car, and drove to our new home.

All of this was arranged by my father. Long ago, the company had hoped that my father could work at the overseas headquarters, but he had always turned it down, saying that I was still too young. Now that I was grown up, my father told others that his daughter was getting married, and then he gave me a new identity overseas, so I smoothly married my father.

That evening, I changed out of my wedding dress. After all, I had already worn the wedding dress and had sex with my father several times during the wedding banquet not long ago. After that, every time I changed into a different dress, my father would have sex with me. I changed into five different dresses in total, and including the wedding dress, I was fucked six times during the wedding. And of course, all six times were without a condom.

There was a lot of semen residue on the wedding dress hanging to the side. I wonder if the wedding dress company will ask us to pay for the cleaning? I was putting on my clothes at the dressing table in a comfortable robe, while my father was reading a book in 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 broken off with my father's female slave. You stopped training me, didn't you? But I'm still doing the same thing!" my father said. "

It's not the same! At first I was being trained by you, and later I played with you voluntarily. How does that count?" "

Oh, I see." "Then you can 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 calling it "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 most familiar sounds from my father and me echoed in the room... The next night, the number of people on my online forum skyrocketed 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 that led to my father's website. In addition to the previous training diary, there were also many updated wedding photos, as well as passionate photos from the night. In the future, there would also be a record of my father and me's life diary. Of course, my father still covered my eyes in the photos.

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

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