This choice: Your father makes you take them off • Go Back... I couldn't believe it. Part of me was wondering if I was hallucinating all of this; maybe someone spiked my drink before I left the bar. But the taste was definitely real. All of this was nuts; my Stepdad somehow shrunk me, placed me on his pubes and was now demanding that I pleasure him. And worst of all, he was trying to guilt me into it, like it was somehow my duty as a daughter. I was standing here, in an impossible position, with my hair and face drenched in precum, and yet I was able to move past my initial fear-response. I shouted at him.
"Are you fucking crazy?!" I shouted stomping my foot at him.
"Hey, don't you take that tone with me, Young Lady; and watch your language too!" he said in a mocking tone.
"No, you listen here!" I shouted. "You want to talk about discipline? You want to talk about the sanctity of family? Yet you have the nerve to insist that I jerk you off, you sick perv?!"
"This is the only way I'm going to get through to you, Missy!" he said, now visibly getting angry. "You want to dress like a slut, act like a slut? Then I'm going to treat you like a slut! In fact." My stepdad got a mischievous grin and reached for me again. "I'd say the first step in helping this little attitude adjustment of yours, is to get out of those trashy things."
Suddenly I found myself pinched between his thumb and forefinger again and lifted off his crotch. Against all my struggling, my dad managed to pinch the back of my revealing top, and with hardly any effort, he pulled it up over my head; my arms were forced to comply. My jean booty-shorts were not so lucky; my dad pinched more of my ass than he did of the shorts, but he eventually managed to snag the waistband with his fingernails. With hardly any effort from him, resulting in a sudden joint and a painful snap to me, he tore my shorts off my body, exposing my lower half.
I dangled in his grip, still writhing against him, but I was also incredibly woozy and drowsy from all the alcohol I'd been drinking; I barely had any fight left. Now I was left in my bra and a pink thong, intentionally hiked up far on my hips, so that the strap would be exposed. I was hoping that he'd finally stop manhandling me and put me down, only for his fingers to suddenly come back. I found myself turned around in his grip and a finger prodding my back. His nail slipped under the bra-strap in the back and snapped it off. I shrieked and suddenly brought my arms up to cover my chest. I was about to start screaming at him and calling him a perv again, when suddenly I felt his nail graze against my ass, until it hooked onto the strap; he had my thong.
Suddenly I felt my underwear roughly yanked further up my ass-crack, creating a burning friction as it tightened against me.
"EEEP!" I let out as my dad basically gave me a wedgie.
"You walk around wearing something like this? Hiked up so far that any boy can see them? I am so disappointed in you," he said angrily. Suddenly I felt his other two fingers fall away, and I was suspended in the air by the wedgie hanging from my Stepdad's finger, my own body-weight contributing to the discomfort. I cringed at the pain as the wedgie became worse, I thrashed my legs and tried desperately to get free. Finally I tipped forward, flipping my whole body upside down and I fell from the thong's grasp. My body fell with a flop back onto my stepdad's body, while the thong snapped harmlessly against his finger. I curled up, trying desperately to soothe the pain in my ass; needless to say, I was quite sober now.
"There now," he said. "Doesn't that feel better?"
Fighting against the pain, I quickly got up and and immediately snapped at him.
"You sick, bastard!" I squeaked. "Just when I thought you couldn't sink any lower than to demand this of me; not only are you a sick perv, you're also a sadistic perv as well!"
"Believe me, Sweetie," he said, trying to have a firm but calm voice. "That hurt me a lot more than it did you."
"Yeah? Well I can't help but feel like that disagrees with you," I said half turning my body to point at my stepdad's throbbing penis just behind me. Seeing it again reminded me of where I was, and how disgusted I was by this whole situation. "You're disgusting, peeping on your naked step-daughter; you dirty, old man!"
"You don't want all of this sexual attention? Then my lesson seems to be working," he said. "I'm going to teach you all the consequences of presenting yourself as a sex-object. Until you finally start respecting yourself and stop flaunting yourself for all the boys, you're going to be a sex-toy. Trust me, this is for your own good."
"Don't try to moralize this deviant behavior, pervert!" I shouted. "You're so going to jail after this!"
"You're really not in any position to make threats, Young Lady," he said. "Now no more arguing; I'm your father; I know what's best."
"You're NOT my father!" I screamed at him.
"I know I'm not your biological father, but I've been raising you and taking care of you for years; I definitely qualify as your father!" he snapped rather sternly.
"No you don't! You don't have any right to tell me what to do!" I told him. "You're just some military-creep my mom hooked up with! And now she's dead, both my parents are gone and I've been stuck with you ever since! You might be the loser my mom was desperate enough to get with, but don't think that gives you any license to tell me what to do; especially not this!"
I was on the verge of a hysterical breakdown and almost sank to my knees crying.
What I didn't notice was how hurt my stepdad looked by what I said. He was of course thinking about all the years we'd spent together, since he married my mom. Through all the times he'd try to get close, I'd pull away, wanting nothing to do with him. I acted out because I was angry that my real parents were gone, and I felt like I had nothing and no-one. He was the only one I could take it out on; but through it all he stayed by me. He looked genuinely wounded by what I had told him. But then his hurt face melted into a stern look of grim determination. He reached for me and plucked me up off of him again.
"What are you doing?!" I asked writhing about in his grip.
"I know that it hurts when you think about your parents. But I have tried to be there for you and be fair to you; and you have been very ungrateful to me. You've taken everything I've done for you, for granted; a home, clothes, food. You think I'd have done any of that if I didn't care?" I didn't bother answering, I just continued to struggle against him. "But I know why this is a problem; I had hoped that over the years, you'd warm up to me...but you just don't see me as your father. You don't even exchange a single word to me on Fathers Day. And that hurts me...I've tried so hard to be there for you; I've tried my best to reach you on some level we could connect on. But you spurn me at every turn. But all of that is going to change. I think I may finally have a solution."
His face and voice changed when his statement ended. I looked at his suspiciously. "What do you mean by that?"
"Like it or not, I'm going to be your father," he said. "And if this is the lengths that I'd have to go to, to convince you of that...so be it. It's time we start over...from the very beginning."
"You think we can just make a new start after this, you pervert? I'm never forgiving you for this!"
"You misunderstand, dear," he said. "You're going all the way back, to the point where I'll be able to fully say that I am 100% your father."
I had no idea what he meant, but before I could question it, he swung my body around, now holding me directly above his erect Penis. I thought that he was preparing for some sick, perverted shit...but I never expected what he'd do next. He lowered his free hand down to his cock-head and parted his urethra, holding it open. He then began to lower me towards it, very quickly. Before long, my feet had actually gone inside of it, causing him to moan.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I asked. He suddenly wrapped his whole hand around my body, pinning my arms to my sides and pushed down, sliding me in up to my thighs. He looked down at me, keeping only one eye open as he panted; he was being pleasured by this, it was sick!
"In order for me to fit your view of being your father, I'll have to put you away inside of me first!" he said.
Suddenly he pushed down again and I felt my hips slide all the way in. I was up to my navel. My arms were still pressed against my sides, and I felt my hands brushing against the cock-head. I couldn't believe it. My stepdad was so delusional about this "father" nonsense, that he was actually swallowing me with his dick! I tried pressing against it with my hands, when suddenly I felt his whole shaft flex, and my hands were swallowed up as well. I was sucked in up to my elbows, and my dad's hand let go. I noticed how during that flex, a strange contraction made a sucking motion that moved me down. It was like his dick was really eating me, and had just swallowed.
My breasts and shoulders disappeared into his dick. My struggles were futile. I looked up at him, crying, pleading for mercy but unable to form words, as my neck was swallowed.
"Enjoy your time in there, Sweetie," he said. "And when you come out, our relationship will be the better for it; and I'll be your true daddy."
He then pressed the tip of his finger to my forehead and pushed me down. The sides of his urethra closed in over my head, like an eye and was sucked down into the sticky, warm darkness below. Through the bodily sounds of pumping blood and muscles, I managed to hear him mockingly say, "Bye-Bye!"
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