AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: Dad Punishes Me For Stalking Him To A Sex Club

SUBTITLE: A BDSM Hardcore Dad/Daughter Incest Erotica Short Story with DUBCON/NONCON, gagging, nipple clamps, paddles, wand vibrator, restrained, force breeding, choking.

Copyright © 2024 T. A. BEAU

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WORD COUNT: 3800 words

The minute I entered the house, I heard a crashing sound and was immediately on guard. I placed my bag down and gently padded upstairs, grabbing a baseball bat from behind the staircase. I was not in the mood to get robbed.

As soon as I got closer to the bedroom, I heard some grunts and groans that seemed to be coming from two different people. Something other than a struggle never crossed my mind, and I inched closer to the half-open door of my parents’ room. Maybe one of the robbers had a change of heart, so they were fighting now?

I took a deep breath and nodded before opening the door, ready to attack as I waved the bat high in my hands. The sight that greeted me was NOT what I was expecting.

The bedroom was a mess, much more than it usually was, but it was not the usual mess or the mess that would be from a struggle or a fight. There were strewn clothes everywhere, and I could see my dad's trousers on top of a lamp, which was honestly a fire hazard. The bookshelf filled with books had a few thrown on the ground, upturned, or just tossed like something had bumped into it.

But none of those sights surprised me more than my dad being on the bed. And he wasn’t alone. When I opened the door, I peeked at the way her pale hands were flexing on the headboard of the bed-that was probably the source of the thud as the bed rocked back and forth and slammed on the wall-as he thrust (more like pounded) into someone.

Someone who definitely wasn’t my mom because his car was outside, but hers wasn’t.

Thank God she was under a duvet, so I couldn’t see anything, but the motions were unmistakable, and the moans and grunts and the telltale sounds of intercourse were also a tell. I was not sure how a gasp escaped me, but my dad and the woman beneath him looked up.

Oh, my God. Oh my God, my dad was fucking my best friend.

I stood there frozen, the bat falling from my hands and clattering to the floor as I took in the scene.

Jasmine shrieked, turning red so fast that she might faint.

“SAM!” she shouted in a raspy tone of voice, much lower than her actual voice. No way she was also calling him by his name. Not even Mr. Richards anymore? How long had they been doing this?

And why… did I feel more jealous than betrayed? Like he should be fucking me instead?

My dad looked at me, and my breath caught my throat. Good God, I wanted to climb him like a damn tree.

I was barely present as the two separated and started to assure me they would never do it again. My dad grabbed my hand and begged me not to tell my mother.

He was still naked and hard. I watched his wet dick, still semi-hard, a vein running on the top side from his well-trimmed pubes to his mushroom head. And all I could think of as I nodded my head was how much I wanted him in my throat.

It took me a few seconds to come back to the reality of what was happening, so I nodded mechanically. It was over and done with.

Except.

Except, a year later, there's something up-asides from the fact that I have wet dreams about my dad impaling me on his cock, and when I touch myself, I picture his face, that is. That's an issue not even therapy can fix, I'm afraid.

No, the new problem is that my dad has been going somewhere every Tuesday night. I don't think it's to fuck Jasmine, but I wouldn't know because we're no longer friends. I can beg good money that he's cheating on my mom again, though. And I'm going to catch him in the act.

That's how I got here, standing in front of a club halfway across town. I was tailing my dad, and I saw him enter there. I hesitate.

I'm an adult, and I have an ID. It's not like they're going to turn me away. But I've heard a lot of things about sex clubs, and none of them are good.

Still, I can't chicken out now. I square my shoulders and make my way in.

The moment I walk in, I'm hit in the face by sensory overload. There’s music, lights… and just so much noise that I can’t even resist. And on top of the noise… there are the sights too.

I feel myself going bright red when the first thing I see is a woman pole dancing on a stage a few dozen yards away from me. With a big bright smile on her face, the girl is all over the pole, discarding clothing and looking down at all the men watching her dance.

But that’s just the centerpiece. Everywhere I look, I see women and men getting it on. Also women and women. There are girls grinding on guys’ laps in suspicious ways, and then there are girls who are straight up bent over tables and visibly getting railed from behind. There are also girls cuddling with each other, lost in their own little worlds, making out and fingering one another brazenly in full view of the rest of the club.

“Hey there, beautiful. You seem nervous. First time here?”

Jolted out of my thoughts, I blink as I look into the face of an older gentleman dressed in a suit. He’s handsome in a silver fox sort of way and I blush as I slowly nod.

“Y-Yes, sir. Err… sorry if I’m l-loitering. I was just looking for someone…”

And speaking of the devil…

My dad appears out of nowhere and grabs my arm roughly. “What a surprise, hm?”

“I-”

“Do we have a problem?” the gentleman asks, clearly ready to intervene.

“N-no,” I tell him. “This is who I'm looking for. Um, bye!” My dad is suddenly pulling me away, past a few rooms that have beds, and I'm pretty sure I spy an orgy in passing. Then, he opens a black door, pushes me inside and follows, locking the door behind us.

The light in the room is red, and I can feel a chill run down my spine, as well as the many different toys and equipment present. Is this… some kind of sex dungeon?

“You want to be a nosy bitch?” my dad asks, snapping me out of my trance. I look at him, eyes wide, as he starts to roll up his sleeves. “Fine then. You asked for it.”

I back up against the wall, and he just scoffs, slapping me once. I can hardly react before he takes off my shirt and panties, but not my skirt. As I open my mouth to speak, he shoves the panties inside and secures tape over my mouth. Then he drags me by the hair to a weird bar that has handcuffs. Oh, God no.

I'm not strong enough to resist him, and I find myself cuffed to the X bar, gagged like a pig.

I shudder as he hisses in my ear with my flushed cheek exposed.

“Since you want to act so fucking smart.” He grunts, striding towards the black chest I had seen earlier. He rummages through the contents and withdraws a wooden paddle. Just hearing the ‘slap’ against his palm makes my heart skip a beat.

“We’ll see how much of a smartass you still are when yours is blistering red.” He smirks, walking behind me so he is completely out of my line of vision. I scrunch my eyes shut, waiting for the first strike, but I'm not nearly prepared for what comes next.

There's a clinking sound behind me before my dad's hands are at my breasts, teasing my nipples into maximum hardness. “Oh, I’m going to have so much fun with you.” I hiss and cry out at the discomfort of metal pinching around them as he attaches a pair of nipple clamps to me. I whimper as he releases the weights to dangle, my tits left tender and subjected to an odd tugging sensation.

"Please… I don't like this. Please take them off," I plead. He can't hear it through the gag.

Next, the same torment is applied to my clit, my dad shoving my legs further apart so he can attach another weighted clamp to my most sensitive area.

He pauses to stand back and admire his handiwork. “Perfect… and what’s that?” His finger slides across my slit. “Already so wet like I knew you’d be. You think I don’t know why you are stalking me, Abby? I see the way you look at me… ever since you caught me with your friend Jasmine, you can’t help yourself around me.” He moves closer, face nuzzling my neck.