Slave Daughter
“NO! DADDY! I WANNA BE WITH MOMMY!” Emily screamed, fighting against her dad.
“No, Emily. You can’t be with her anymore… none of us can…” He was dragging her out of the church as best he could with both arms. It was a small funeral for Hal’s wife who died from a sickness. He had a very glum look on his face as he took her out of the church. Hal was very sad from the loss of his wife, but he had already cried over he. Now all he could do was try to stay strong and be with Emily.
* * *
7 years had passed since the death of Hal’s wife, Mary. He was now 27, nearly 11 years after Emily was conceived, and 10 years since they got married. The single father stood up from his desk and walked to the bathroom. After splashing his face with cold water, he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was blessed with youthful genes, as he looked exactly the same as he did 11 years ago. He was still thin and had a youthful face that defied his age. While he was thankful for his youth, he couldn’t help but shake the feeling that it was a curse on him, a symbol of how he was unable to move on since his wife died.
“Good morning, Daddy!” a small voice suddenly called out behind him. Hal turned around to see his daughter Emily come into the bathroom and throw her arms around his midsection. She her hair was up in pigtails and she wore only a pink nightgown. In her left hand was a brown teddy bear, one of the many that she owned.
“Good morning, angel.” He said, turning around and hugging her back. “Are you hungry?”
“Uh huh! I want some waffles.” She answered.
“Ok. Go and take a shower and get dressed and I’ll go make you some waffles.” Emily nodded and ran back to her room. Meanwhile, Hal went to the kitchen and pulled out the waffle iron. Within a few minutes, he had the batter made.
After his wife died, Hal took up two jobs to support him and Emily. After a few years, he moved with her to a house near the city. He was able to land a job there that paid nearly 6 figures a year. It was more than enough money to provide for both of them.
Hal’s personal life, however, was not very fruitful outside of the house. After his wife died, he quit going to Church. He tried dating a few times, but none of the relationships lasted very long. After a while, he stopped thinking about it.
After putting in the first batch, he went to go set the table. Emily soon came out of her room, brushing her dirty blonde hair, which was still wet from the shower. She sat down at the table and set her brush in her lap.
“Here you go.” Hal said, putting the plate of the first waffles out on the table. To Emily’s left was a bottle of maple syrup and a bowl of melted butter.
“Thanks, daddy!” she exclaimed before digging in. Hal smiled at her before walking back to the kitchen to finish making the rest of the batch. As he waited, he prepared a cup of coffee for himself.
Emily ate the waffles happily. Hal came back to the table with the rest of the waffles. He sat down opposite of her and began to eat as well.
“I need to go to the office for a few hours.” He said as he ate. “I’ll be back around noon.”
Emily nodded her head in response. After she finished eating, she took her dishes to the sink. Hal went to his room and took a shower before getting dressed in more formal clothes and leaving for San Francisco where he worked. Emily meanwhile stayed at home, since she was on summer vacation.
She was 11 years old now and on her way to junior high. At 4’7” and 85 lbs, she had a very slim body. Her dirty blonde hair went down past her shoulders. She left it loose during the day, but tied it in pigtails when she went to sleep at night so she wouldn’t wake up with a mouthful of hair. Today, she was wearing a tight pair of jeans and a pink tank top, and her cute little feet were covered with a pair of white socks.
Emily went to her room and sat down in front of her TV. Her room was clearly a girl’s room, but not overly so. Probably the most girly thing was her bed, which was like a big pink marshmallow lined with teddy bears of various sizes. Her desk had a desktop computer and a few hard-bound novels that she didn’t bother to put away the night before. She had a few Anime posters on her wall; an equal ratio of both Shoujo and Shounen series. And like most kids her age, she played video games.
She was currently starting her PS2 to play Dragon Ball Z: Bukokai 3. Her friends were constantly beating her at it. So for the past few weeks, she was practicing on a gradually higher difficulty level. Her friends were able to fight on Z and Z2 difficulty; she was barely on Z.
Two minutes later, Emily let out a cry in protest as Cooler used Supernova. She dropped the controller in her lap as Cooler prepared to follow up the attack.
“Geez… I’m never going to beat my friends at this rate…” she groaned. As Cooler blew up her character along with half the planet, the controller vibrated violently in her lap, which caused her to yelp in surprise.
“Woah! What was that?!” she exclaimed, nearly falling on her back. She knew the controller vibrated, but it vibrated against something in her lap that sent a very strange feeling up her spine. She looked down at the controller, which sat idly on the ground. She picked it up and tried the fight again. This time, she intended to have Cooler use Supernova on her. He did, and she held the controller in her lap again, gasping and pulling away instinctively as it vibrated and made her feel very strange.
“What is this feeling?” she asked herself. The feeling was coming from her vagina. From an early age, she was taught by her father how she shouldn’t let anyone touch her down there. Other than that, the only thing she knew about it was that was where she peed from. Her school had banned the teaching of sex-ed, whatever that was, so she didn’t really know anything about her body down there. Still, curiosity was practically screaming at her, so she pulled down her jeans, which were followed shortly by her panties. Emily’s pink pussy was completely bare now. She reached out and gently rubbed a few fingers against the slit. As she did, a unique chill shot up her spine, causing her to arch her back.
“Oohh! That felt good!” she gasped. The prepubescent girl rubbed herself again, finding out that she really enjoyed the feeling. Looking back at her controller, Emily hatched an idea.
* * *
“-And the next shipment should be here on the 7th.” Hal concluded, checking the last item on the list. “There. You know you could have let this wait until Monday, right?”
“Well… I uh…”
“Better yet, next time, ask somebody else. Just because I’m the go-to guy doesn’t mean I’m the ONLY guy.”
Hal handed him back the clipboard and left the office. He was dragged out on his day off to help with such a simple task? A bit frustrated, he drove back home at 10:43; over an hour earlier than he told Emily.
* * *
Emily picked up the controller and held it against her slit. She went into the options menu and went to the configuration vibrate screen. When she toggled it back on, the controller vibrated in confirmation. Emily nearly screamed in pleasure, her legs twitching. The feeling was incredible for her. Panting heavily, she kept her finger on the button and continued to toggle the vibration on and off. Her legs went stiff as the pleasure built up. Her pussy was on fire as she continued to toggle the vibration on and off. Her pussy lips spread for the first time to let in the plastic controller. She was unaware of this, and just kept the controller there as she rode on the huge wave of pleasure.
* * *
Across the house, the door to the garage opened, and Hal walked into the house. It was silent in the house, but as he headed towards the hallway, he could hear the game playing in Emily’s room. He went to the doorway and looking in saw with wide eyes his daughter masturbating. As Hal tried to pull away, he couldn’t. Not only was he frozen from the neck down, for some reason, he was attracted to it! But this was his own daughter! And what’s more, she’s 11! Just watching this he half expected NATO to come in armored cars to take him away. As he watched, he began to like it even more, and eventually, he wanted to keep watching. As she came, however, he instinctively backed to the garage door, hiding from view.
* * *
The vibrations continued to ravage her as she began to feel a powerful hot feeling building up within her. Finally, she let out a cry of sheer pleasure as she had her first orgasm. The controller and her hands got drenched in her pussy juices. She looked down at the controller and panicked as she saw the mess she made.
“Oh god I peed all over myself!” she exclaimed. She pulled off her shirt, the only article of clothing that was left on her, and she cleaned off the controller as best she could. Fortunately, it didn’t’ get on the buttons or inside the creases. If it did, the controller would get sticky and smelly, or worse, it would cease to function. As she cleaned the juices off, though, it suddenly struck her that it didn’t look or smell like pee at all. It had a much different smell to it, and something about it drove some instinct inside her to continue this fun little thing she learned about. Looking at the clock, she realized that her father would be home any minute. Quickly, she wiped the strange fluid off her body and threw the shirt in the hamper. After putting on a fresh shirt and the rest of her clothes, she went to the bathroom and washed off her hands along with the controller, just for good measure.
Hal walked into the house shortly thereafter, trying to mentally erase what he had witnessed a few minutes ago.
“I’m back, Emily!” he announced. Emily ran into the living room, dressed now, but wearing a different shirt.
“Welcome back, daddy!” she exclaimed. “You’re back early.”
“I know, hunny.” He said, returning the embrace. “You weren’t planning on throwing a party, were you?”
Emily giggled and broke away from the hug. “Noooo~! I would never do that.”
“Heh heh… right… did you have lunch yet?”
“No not yet.”
“Good, then I’ll make lunch for us. How do sandwiches sound?”
* * *
Later that night, Emily was playing games in her room and Hal was in the office room, pacing back and forth. He was still trying to fight off the images of Emily masturbating. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to have sex with her. Hal furiously tried to force that thought out of his mind; thoughts like that would land him in prison. Still, what was he supposed to do? He couldn’t go to therapy; they’d arrest him on the spot.
Constant thought about this made his head hurt. He fell to his knees, clutching his forehead. It felt like someone was boring a hole into his brain, and he opened his mouth to scream in pain. Emily heard this and ran into the room by his side.
“Daddy! Are you alright?” Hal still clutched his head; the pain felt like it was splitting his skull in two. Suddenly, it stopped, and he felt much different.
“I’m… fine…” he answered. Standing up slowly, he walked over back to his chair and sat down. At no point did he even look over at Emily, who stood by his side, concerned for his health.
“Do you want me to get you a drink?” she asked.
“I…. yes… please… get me a drink, will you?” he asked.
“O-ok.” Emily hurried out of the room to the kitchen for a drink for her father. Hal looked up just in time to see her leave the room, and suddenly, he felt a pang of lust for her, one like none other before. It was mixed in with his fatherly love for her; an urge to take her and pin her on his bed and make hot sweet love to her. Unlike before, he had almost no objection to this feeling. In fact, he wanted to do it!
Despite this, he knew that he couldn’t do it… not yet, anyway. He wanted to train her properly… and in order to do so, he first needed the “proper tools”…
Emily came back shortly with a glass of water.
“Thanks…” he said, taking the glass and slowly drinking the water.
“Are you gonna be alright?” she asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“I’ll be fine.” He insisted, standing up. “I’m going to call it a day. Try to keep the volume down, ok Emily?” Hal hugged his daughter tightly before stumbling to his bedroom and collapsing on the mattress. Emily watched him from the doorway, concerned for his health.
“Daddy…”
END OF PART I