Peace mind

As promised, that afternoon found me in a roadside motel room, just outside the state capital. Also as promised, I was blindfolded. However, the rest of the scene was a bit of a surprise.

First, before blindfolding me, Danny had made me put my hair in two pigtails. I complained that they made me look like a twelve-year-old, especially when he had me tie them with oversized ribbons.

Second, he had me put on one of my own necklaces. I don't know how he laid his hands on it; I hadn't worn it in years. As far as I had known, in fact, it was still in the jewelry box in my old bedroom at my parent's house. It was a gold chain, and had sort of a script-lettered pendant, saying 'Daddy's Princess.' My father had given it to me on my twelfth birthday, and I had frequently worn it as a young tween and teen. Obviously, it was too juvenile for me now, but what the heck, whatever the customer wants and all that.

I was stripped naked, except for a pair of frilly socks and shiny black "Mary Jane" shoes. But now I couldn't see any of that now, as I was blindfolded. And cuffed.

I was lying on my back, with my left wrist cuffed to my left ankle, and my right wrist cuffed to my right ankle. This pulled my arms straight, and forced me to bring my heels up all the way to my ass. It also caused me to splay out my upright knees for comfort. Frankly, pretty damned ingenious for a drop-out like Danny. Maybe the client worked up this plan.

Speaking of the client, where was he? Danny had left me alone in the room to wait for him. He said the client wanted it that way. He also had warned me that the client might not speak during the session. And lastly, that the session itself might go several rounds, as the client really wanted to plant as much baby batter as he could into my scientifically-certified fertile belly. In addition, he mentioned that it might take the fellow a while between bouts, as he was old--old as my parents, he said. He also said the client wanted me to call him 'Daddy.' Whatever.

Finally, I heard a key in the lock, the door open, and then close. My visitor was silent, but I heard the rustle as he removed his clothing.

Yep, he sure smelled like an older man--I could detect the aroma or "Old Spice" aftershave, just like my father always wore, or at least used to. I hadn't noticed one way or another lately, but then I didn't see my dad that much now that I was married and all. I had so many pleasant memories of sitting on my dad's lap as a young girl, telling him about my accomplishments at school and so forth, that I didn't mind the scent at all. In fact, I suddenly kind of liked the notion of lying naked, cuffed and blindfolded, made up like a little girl, before a 'Daddy' figure. I decided to play along.

"Is that you, Daddy?"

The rustling stopped, almost as though the client was frozen by my words. After a couple of seconds, however, I could hear him continue his disrobing. He didn't answer me, but then Danny had said he probably wouldn't talk much.

I waited in darkness, wondering what would happen next. I felt the bed give a little beneath me, as he climbed up from the foot. I could sense him kneeling in front of my spread knees.

I gasped. Something suddenly tickled my right nipple, and then it began to ever-so-lightly swirl around it, spiraling out around my now-quivering breast. I determined it must be a feather. Now I had been tickled with feathers before, but I can tell you it is a lot more fun when you are naked, and blindfolded, and at a stranger's mercy!

He continued to torture me in this way, running the feather tip around my left nipple, along my extended throat (I practically purred!) and then, starting at each ankle in turn, up my leg, into my inner thigh, and tauntingly close to my moistening vulva, only to frustratingly pull back and switch legs, once again starting with the ankle. By the third or fourth full cycle, I was practically throwing my pelvis up at my tormentor, and I'm ashamed to say that despite my feminist credentials, I was begging him to touch my pussy.

Finally, the feather torture stopped, and he touched my pussy all right--by shoving an ice cube right into my shocked and unsuspecting vagina! The absolute surprise, and the complete feeling of helplessness, was almost too much. My body tried to orgasm at the experience, but the ice-cold invader frustratingly forestalled my release.

Next thing I knew, my freezing cunt began to feel some release. At first I thought he was pressing a washcloth or something, dampened with near-scalding water, but then I realized that I was just experiencing the contrast between the ice and his warm, wet mouth.

I got to tell you, this old guy could eat my pussy any day! I egged him on with an "eat me, Daddy!" or two, and this just seemed to increase his energy. As his mouth heated up my clit and labia, his tongue periodically penetrated my hole to push the now-melting ice cube back up into my depths. It was incredible, simply put, and as the ices cube finally disappeared, becoming water trickling into my lover's ravenous mouth, I finally got my orgasmic release--like three whole cum's worth!

I thought maybe the old guy would be ready to fuck me now, but boy did I underestimate his thoroughness. You'd think he'd been planning this scene for years!

The next thing I felt at the mouth of my cunt wasn't a drooling cock knob, but instead something smooth, like a plastic egg. Whatever it was, he pushed it deep inside me, at least as far in as the ice cube had been. It also felt like there was a string or a wire running from the egg out through my pussy-opening, which I suppose meant it wouldn't take a spelunking expedition to recover the thing later.

After the insertion, I felt the bed moving in unexpected ways as my client repositioned himself for whatever he had planned next. I soon found out what it was. The bed's surface depressed on either side of my head, and a musky aroma filled my nostrils. He was straddling my face. My mouth watered, so I opened it, expecting to receive the business end of his manhood. Instead, a hairy, yielding flesh met my mouth, and its contents rolled around within. He was presenting me his testicles!

I had never done anything like this before, but I know what I wanted--I mean, I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth wider and one of his rather large balls filled my mouth. He must have been holding his dick up off my face before, because as soon as I began to swirl my tongue around the large gonad, a very hard, and seemingly quite heavy cockshaft was dropped humiliatingly across my button nose, between my eyes, and up across my forehead like a felled oak tree!

Something about that cavalier cock-drop across my face made me feel more like a used piece of meat than anything in my extensive prior experience. In other words, recovered or not, my cunt came back on line with a vengeance!

Just as my little furnace began to heat up again, something else happened unexpectedly--the egg buried deep in my guts came alive, buzzing and vibrating with an astounding intensity. The surprise and pleasure of its squirming action had me writhing beneath him, my mouth avidly and gamely trying to engulf now not one, but both of his balls at once.

I succeeded, my mouth having to open almost painfully wide at first, but I was able to relax my over-stretched lips once both of those eggs were ensconced neatly in my overstuffed mouth and I made a more comfortable "seal" around the top of his sack. Meanwhile the egg in my fuckhole was driving me crazy!

He must have let that thing buzz inside me for twenty minutes, but he did somehow change the intensity from time to time with absolutely no warning. I figured out that the wire I had felt trailing out of my puss must lead to some kind of controller in his hand.

I was frustrated and absolutely besotted with the fact that I was unable to come--I mean really come--in response to this exquisite torture. Sure, my loins spasmed from time to time, but none of these mini-climaxes brought relief--only a greater longing for the real thing.

I'm pretty sure I was doing a good job on his balls throughout all of this, since his cock shaft seemed to harden even further. As a result, by its own volition it bobbed up and down, generally cantilevering itself completely off my forehead but still bouncing around my nose. I found myself wondering if he would ejaculate from my scrotal service, and I found myself desperately hoping that he would instead choose to save his testicular contents for my undefended womb.

Suddenly, it looked like was I about to get my wish. After twenty minutes or so, like I said, and after eight or nine totally unsatiating but delicious mini-orgasms, the buzzing between my hips stopped without warning and he dismounted from my face, taking no care to gently extricate his oversized balls from the suction of my mouth, but instead pulling them out without a thought for my now-bruised lips.

With similar uncaring mastery, he yanked the vibrating egg out of my depths with an unceremonious tug on its control wire. As I worked on hacking a couple of stray pubes out of the back of my throat, at which I partially succeeded, I wondered whether any new deviltry would further postpone the breeding that my twenty-four-year-old body was now desperately begging for. Thankfully, the answer turned out to be "no."

Without further to-do, I felt my breeding-stud position a fat cockhead at my entrance and press forward. I heard him hiss with pleasure as his thick, diamond-hard, and seemingly endless manhood slid further and further into my center of gravity. Although he certainly wasn't dawdling about it, he wasn't moving fast enough for this irritated and overwrought little cunt, so I thrust myself up into his advance, as least as best I could, given the awkward cuffed situation. He bottomed out--deeply.

He and I remained stationary for a few moments, me in the dark and yearning for release, now finally impaled--well and truly impaled--on the stiff rod of a man who had clearly proven himself my master. I felt so completely under his control, and yet so safe within his power, that an odd thing happened. An utterance escaped my lips not unlike those I had playacted earlier, but in the instant it came out, I had forgotten it was a "scene" at all.

"Oooh, Daddy, please..."

What was really amazing is that he responded, and he called me by the very pet name my real dad always had for me:

"Shhh, Kitten, shhh..."

Wow! Talk about realism ... what are the odds? He even sounded sort of like my dad, except his voice was maybe huskier. As he slowly began to pump his big dick in and out of me, I started fantasizing down a really disgusting path. I started imagining that this guy was my real dad! I had never thought of my father in any such way, of course, but suddenly I couldn't get it out of my mind and it was HOT!

I started moaning things like "fuck me daddy" and "deeper Daddy," which he of course probably thought was for his benefit, but the real reason was that behind my blindfold, I was getting off on picturing my own father as my "kidnapper," my own father as the man who subjected me to sexual torment, my own father as the owner of the cock now picking up speed and force within my vagina, and yes, my own father as the breeding stud about to spray my fertile belly full of his incestuous seed. I was imagining all of these absurd, disgusting things and it was getting me OFF!

"Good lord," a tiny, rational part of my brain observed behind the lust-hazed surface of my grunting, begging, rutting daughter-mind, "if Professor Leftward knew what I was fantasizing right now, she'd write me off for good!"

Forget that small part of my mind, because the vast majority of my brain was concentrating all of it imaginative power on the idea that I was fucking my own father. Of course, the situation was partly to blame. After all, I knew I was screwing an older man, I was calling him "Daddy", he was wearing my own father's traditional aftershave, I was blindfolded, and he had actually picked, out of all the reasonable possibilities, the very pet name my real father called me. I mean, I couldn't get any closer to actually fucking my father except by actually fucking him--which I could NEVER do.

My fantasy took over, taking advantage of this most ideal tableau for it. I concentrated on believing I was fucking my dad and I begged him to do the deed.

"Please Daddy, please, fuck me hard! Please, I want it--I want your seed. Daddy, I want you to fuck a baby into me, pleeeeease for your Little Kitten, pleeease daddy?"

This must have been too much for my client, for at that he groaned loudly, drove his big fucking prick deep into me, and began pumping me full of semen like there would be no tomorrow! I, meanwhile, was so wrapped up in my fantasy at this point that it completely worked--I was able to actually believe that it was my father who was hosing down my innards, and in response my cunt clamped down in its long-awaited, and hardly imaginable, orgasmic release.

I actually passed out, and I when I came to--which isn't a clear point of consciousness when you're still blindfolded--I realized I had actually managed to create an auditory hallucination in support of my fantasy (Pscych 101 again!). I had actually heard--although of course it is impossible, I actually heard--in my head I guess--my own father's voice groan "Rachel!" as the unseen stranger filled my womb. Wow.

***

I remained blindfolded, and cuffed wrist-to-ankle, for the rest of the afternoon. I don't know what Danny was worried about--this old guy had no trouble recovering in a hurry between rounds. It turns out that the cuffing method was ingenious in more ways than one, since in addition to making me completely vulnerable when lying on my back, my master was able to flip me over, on to my knees and collarbones, basically, without having to remove them. This pose mashed my face, turned to one side, into the bed, and presented my ass and sex to my manipulator in a whole new, but equally vulnerable, fashion. He made full use of this convenience.

When he was finally finished--after three hours and four breedings, the fourth once again in the ass-up position--he gently slid a very big, hard plug into my upraised puss. He patted my ass gently, dressed, and left without a word.

A few minutes later, Danny returned, happy as a clam. He removed my blindfold, removed my cuffs, and I thought he'd remove whatever it was stuck in my pussy. When he didn't, I made a move to, but Danny stopped me.

"Leave that in, Rachel. It's there to keep the cum in. We need to give this old bastard the very best chance of impregnating you."

"I wonder if he did?"

"Well, if he didn't, were going to try again next month."

"Oh. Okay. And what if he did knock me up?"

"If he did, then maybe next month I'll take you to the cabin up on Lake Oblowji, and let you take on the deer-hunter trade for a long weekend. You won't be showing by then, and I know a lot of those rough-and-ready hunters will gladly pay for a piece."

"Lake Oblowji--you don't have a cabin up there. You don't have a cabin at all."

"Oh, yeah, well I'm actually buying your parents' cabin."

"You can't afford that place, even with your 'entrepreneurial' business. Are you taking advantage of my parents again?"

"Not at all, now let's get going. Your dad has recently agreed to sell me that cabin for an unbelievably low price. He must have finally found something to like about me after all these years. I wonder what it is."

***

When I got home, I removed the "plug" holding all that sperm in my vagina. A lot of it must have been absorbed by then, but a great deal flowed out nonetheless.

The plug? The White King from a seriously oversized wooden chess set.

***

SO, BACK IN THE PRESENT, I was sitting in my sister's kitchen, trying to skirt any detailed discussion of Danny's new business. My sister was of course completely unaware of my reluctant part in Danny's entrepreneurial venture. I decided to change the subject.

"So Dad bought you a new dog, huh?"

Yeah, a Great Dane, about two years old. Buster. He's down in the basement, caged in his crate most of the time until we're sure he's settled in and won't tear up the house. Wanna see him?"

"Um, maybe later. By the way, I was wondering, does Dad still wear Old Spice?"

"Yeah, he still does. In fact, he asked me to buy him some last week, along with some other things, 'cause mom hasn't been able to get to the store since her surgery."

"You bought him 'Old Spice' ... about a week ago?"

"Yeah, that and a bunch of other toiletries. You know, for his travel kit. He had a business conference all last week. Down at the state capital. Didn't he tell you about it?"

"Um, not exactly. But I guess I kind of knew he was down there." I felt my gut twist while my pussy trembled and trickled. I wondered how soon I could use a drug-store pregnancy test. What if my own Dad had gotten me pregnant? And if he hadn't, how was he going to arrange another try next month? I'd have to think of something. I mean, he and Danny would have to think of something, the perverts.

"I wish Danny would get home." My sister startled me out of my pleasant--I mean my disturbing--reverie.

"Why?"

"Oh, I have a ton of errands to run, but we don't like to leave Buster alone. Not until he gets accommodated to his new situation and everything."

"Oh, I see."

"Do you want to see him now?"

"Oh, I suppose."

"C'mon Rachel, don't be such a party pooper. You could be enthusiastic about something from time to time. No wonder Danny says you're such a bore."

"No, really, I do want to see the dog."

"Buster."

"Yes: Buster. I really would like to see your new dog, Buster." With a sigh I rose from the kitchen stool and followed my sister down the basement stairs.

In a rather large wire crate was a rather large dog. He stood up anxiously at our entrance. I almost gasped out loud as I drank in the sight of this beautiful, gigantic animal--he must have been three feet tall at his back, maybe four-and-a-half to the top of its head. He must have weighed a hundred and eighty pounds. I could think of only one thing to say.

"What ... what an unusual collar."

"Isn't it, though?"

"Um, Sandy ... go ahead and run your errands. I'll stay with the dog. With Buster."

"Really, you'll stay? You'll stay with him until Danny gets home?"

"Definitely. At least until then."