Chapter 5
It was hours later. Dan could hardly remain upright on the stool. "Want
more, Daddy," she asked, "Want me to suck you some more?"
Michelle acknowledged to herself that though she'd love to torment her
dad's cock for another hour, it was time to stop. She'd been starting him toward
the brink of orgasm, then stopping him at the last possible moment over and over
again, for hours. He was so turned on he was ready to fall off the stool
regardless that he was tied to it or not.
"Boys just wanna come, don't they," she pouted her full lips in his
glazed view. His cock plopped out of her mouth, and she let it bob in mid-air.
"Poor baby, daddy. Poor baby, wanna come, does he?" Dan only groaned. He was
almost mindless from the several hours of tease torturing he'd endured. The
double dose of XTAS-Z had made a sexually tortured beast of him.
"Sorry, daddy, that's too bad. If you really wanted to come, you would
have fucked me when you had the chance." Michelle watched him suffer impassively
while she fixed a glass of iced tea for herself and took a sip, waiting for her
father to realize she was no longer teasing his cock. He lurched and jerked
for several minutes before he finally focused his eyes on the floor, then looked
up. He'd never needed an orgasm quite that bad. What he'd do if he could reach
her!
Michelle already had phase two planned. She'd make her father fuck her
if it killed them, and she wanted to be going insane herself with lust under the
aphrodisiac when he did. The key to his handcuffs was on a bead chain necklace,
and she looped it about his neck.
She cut another piece of the cake dosed with XTAS-Z and took a bite.
For this phase, she wanted to be crazy for his cock. As her daddy came to life,
mumbling to himself, she took the last bite, and cut herself another piece of
the drugged dessert. She dripped an extra drop of the potion into her iced tea.
Her pussy was already beginning to tingle and grow warmer. She knew she had just
enough time to get herself chained to the bed before the drug kicked in, and she
lost control of herself.
"Daddy?" Her voice was soft. "Daddy?"
Dan looked up, his eyes mindless with tortured lust. "Hmmm? What?"
"Daddy. I'm going to go upstairs and spread myself across your bed with
those handcuffs. The key is around your neck, and you can get loose. Come up
and see me whenever you're ready to fuck me." Dan jolted as she raked her nails
quickly up his cock one last time.
He licked his lips, watching her succulent cheeks swing as she walked
away. Then, he could hear her upstairs, getting things ready, as he struggled to
reach the chain around his neck and free his wrists. It took him a long time,
and several false starts, to get the key in the right position to unlock the
first cuff. He had just unlocked the second cuff when Fumiko opened the door to
the kitchen.
"Holy shit, Dan!" she gasped. "Are you being robbed?" She rushed to
help him free his ankles. Dan was so crazy with lust that he grabbed the little
oriental and dragged her to the floor with him as he went down.
"I need you Fumi," he choked, madly trying to rip the clothes from both
of them simultaneously.
"Geez, Dan, I know you glad to see me, but don't tear my new clothes."
Still, she was in almost as big of a hurry as he was, and they found themselves
on the floor fucking like minks in seconds.
Her lightly haired pussy was mercifully hot and open for him. He buried
his cock to the hilt with no preliminaries, and tossed her small body about in
his frenzy. She was small, but tautly muscled, riding him in return as
powerfully as he rode her. They used one another, he using her to sate his satyr
lust, as she used him to sate her own.
Dan was spurting his second load into Fumiko before they finally calmed
down enough to hear the plaintive voice from upstairs. "Daddy. Daddy are you
there? I'm all chained up waiting for you." The drug was working in her spread
eagle body and it was her turn to be helpless under its effects.
"I'll tell you while we do it one more time," Dan said keeping Fumiko
from jumping up.
"You want to do it again? Well, lets move to the couch at least, this
hard floor is killing my hips. You hornier than I ever see you before." They
did move to the couch, and he explained, punctuated by hard thrusts into her
waiting pussy. By the time he was finally sated, Michelle was sobbing for him
to please hurry. She'd taken a stronger dose of XTAS-Z than she'd given to him,
hoping to fulfill her fantasy of helpless arousal. But Dan and Fumiko let her
wait while Fumi worked the drug out of Dan's system
It took forever for him to be satisfied. Four orgasms later, working out
his drugged lust on the body of his tiny girlfriend, as Dan explained between
thrusts, in the end, exhausted, he fell to sleep on the couch.
Fumi pulled free, struggling from under his bulk, and covered him with
an afghan. She retrieved an ice cold beer from the fridge and sipped it slowly,
watching Dan sleep the sleep of the tortured.. Her slanted eyes arched
inscrutably.
Fumi finished her brew, ignoring the high pitched sobs of Dan's highly
aroused daughter. It would do her good to learn her lesson once and for all.
Fumiko opened a long rose box from the top shelf of Dan's cupboard, and
carefully removed a pair of feathers, each almost a foot and a half long.. The
quill was stiff and sharply pointed, while the ostrich plume soft and
luxuriously fluffy. She twirled the two feathers between index finger and thumb,
and headed up stairs There were lessons to be taught between midnight and
morning. It was bound to be a very, very slow night-for Dan's daughter.
