Table of Contents

Slut Potion #9

I Tricked my Cam Girl Daughter

Daddy’s Dungeon Toy

The Pill that Made me Rape my Daughters

Curing Daughter’s Masturbation Addiction

Story Descriptions

Slut Potion #9

A chemist father concocts an elixir to bend his daughter, Emily, to his will, having her engage in a series of increasingly depraved sexual acts he hopes will satisfy his darkest urges. But is it ever enough? And is the price of his daughter's total submission—her mind and his soul—worth it? Witness Emily's transformation from bright college student to insatiable, pliant sex slave in this dark, explicit tale of incestuous surrender.

I Tricked my Cam Girl Daughter

I didn't mean to spy on my daughter, discovering her naked and pleasuring herself for strangers on the internet. But I couldn't resist. If I had had any idea how out of control things would become, I would have left well enough alone. But the truth is, she deserved everything she got, and now I can't get enough of her total submission. And for her part, well, frankly, the money's too good.

Daddy’s Dungeon Toy

One night, Madison stumbles upon her father's secret dungeon. But when he catches her spying, she is pulled into his dark, twisted games. What starts out as punishment—some spankings, perhaps—soon escalates, and Dad's old biker buddies are more than willing to help him teach her a lesson. But is it merely thirst for retribution he has on his mind, or something far more sinister?

The Pill that Made me Rape my Daughters

A man in search of a cure for his dying libido sets off on a dark path when he purchases pills from a mysterious pharmacist. Ignoring warnings, he ups the dosage, and then all hell breaks loose. Wracked with shame after violating one of his daughters, his only solution: get her hooked, too. And when his other daughter shows up? Well, what's one more dark secret, as long as it stays in the family?

Curing Daughter’s Masturbation Addiction

Maya has a masturbation addiction, and it's ruining her life. At her wit's end, she agrees to wear a vibrating device her father controls—which he immediately uses not to soothe, but humiliate her. In front of his friends, her classmates—it seems nowhere is safe, setting the stage for a sexually charged confrontation that will either allow Maya to regain control, or make her fully submit.

The idea had been festering in my mind for months, a dark seed taking root in the fertile ground of my desires. My daughter, Emily, was a vision of youthful perfection. At 19, she possessed a body that could make a saint forget his vows – curves in all the right places, a cascade of fiery red hair, and eyes that held a spark of innocence that both intrigued and infuriated me.

I wanted to corrupt that innocence, to claim her as my own. But Emily was also fiercely independent, intelligent, and, most importantly, had always respected me as her father. Direct advances were out of the question. That's when the idea of the “love” potion took hold — though slut potion would be the more accurate term. I was a chemist by trade, so concocting a formula to bend her will seemed logical.

Days turned into sleepless nights as I toiled in my makeshift lab in the basement. I researched obscure herbs, experimented with pheromones, and delved into the darker corners of pharmacology. Finally, I had it: a clear, odorless liquid that I believed would unlock Emily's hidden desires at the molecular level and forever turn her into the insatiable whore I craved.

The opportunity presented itself on a quiet Sunday afternoon. Emily was home from college for the weekend, and I casually suggested we have tea together in the garden. She agreed, oblivious to the storm brewing beneath my calm exterior.

As she sat across from me, sipping her Earl Grey, I felt a surge of anticipation. The potion was already working its magic, dissolving unnoticed in her cup.

I watched her, my heart pounding, as the first effects began to manifest. "Are you feeling alright, Emily?" I asked, feigning concern. "You seem a little flushed." She touched her cheeks, her brow furrowed.

"I don't know, Dad. I suddenly feel...hot. And kind of dizzy."

"Maybe you're coming down with something," I suggested, my voice laced with false sympathy. "Why don't you lie down for a bit?"

"I don't think that's necessary," she said, her voice slightly breathless. "I just need some fresh air." She stood up and walked to the edge of the garden, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

I followed her, my senses heightened, my body thrumming with anticipation. "Emily," I said softly, reaching out to touch her arm. She flinched at my touch, her eyes widening with a mixture of confusion and...something else. Something that resembled desire.

"Dad, I...I don't understand what's happening to me," she stammered. "I feel so strange. Like I want..."

"You want me, Emily," I finished, my voice a low growl. "You've always wanted me, haven't you?"

She recoiled, her eyes filled with horror. "No! That's not true! You're my father!"

"I'm a man, Emily," I said, stepping closer, my hand reaching out to cup her breast. "And you're a woman. A beautiful, desirable woman.” She tried to push me away, but her strength was failing. The potion was taking hold, eroding her inhibitions, amplifying her desires.

"Please, Dad, don't do this," she pleaded, her voice trembling. 

"It's too late, Emily," I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear. "You're mine now.” I pushed her back against the garden wall, her body pressed against the cool stone. Her eyes were wide with fear and a growing, undeniable lust. I wasted no time, tearing at her clothes, ripping the fabric until her breasts were exposed, their nipples hard and erect. She gasped, her body arching against mine.

"Daddy...please..." I ignored her pleas, my mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard as I reached down and yanked off her skirt. She was wearing lace panties, and I ripped them apart, exposing her swollen, wet cunt.

"You're so wet for me, Emily," I said, my voice thick with lust. "You can't deny what you want." I plunged my fingers into her, stroking and teasing until she moaned, her body shaking with pleasure. I pulled back my hand and showed her the juices glistening on my fingers.

"Lick them clean, Emily," I commanded. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes filled with shame. But the potion had taken complete control. She reached out and licked my fingers, her tongue swirling around them, her eyes locking with mine. I grinned, my cock throbbing in my pants.

"That's my good girl," I said. "Now, open your mouth." I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard cock, its head glistening with precum. She stared at it, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and fascination. 

"Take it, Emily," I said. "Swallow it all." She obeyed, her mouth opening wide as she took my cock deep into her throat. I thrust in and out, enjoying the feel of her warm, wet mouth around me. She gagged, but she didn't stop, her hands gripping my ass, pulling me closer. I came in her mouth, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. She swallowed every drop, her eyes filled with a dark, insatiable hunger. 

I dragged her inside, up to my bedroom. She didn't resist, her body limp and pliant in my grasp. I threw her onto the bed and tied her wrists to the bedposts with silk scarves. 

"Please, Daddy, what are you doing?" she whimpered, but her voice lacked conviction. 

"I'm going to teach you how to be a good slut, Emily," I said, my voice cold and hard. "You're going to obey my every command." I took out a riding crop from my bedside table and cracked it against her ass. She screamed, her body arching in pain and pleasure. 

"That's right, Emily," I said. "Beg for it. Beg for my cock."

"Please, Daddy, fuck me," she sobbed, her eyes filled with tears. "I want you so bad." 

I grinned, my cock throbbing. "That's what I wanted to hear." I spread her legs wide and plunged my cock into her, driving deep into her drenched pussy. She screamed again, her body bucking against mine. I fucked her hard and fast, delighting in the potion’s success. She clawed at the sheets, her moans growing louder with each thrust. 

"Daddy, I'm going to cum," she gasped.

"Cum for me, my slut," I said. "Cum for your Daddy." She did, her body convulsing as she reached orgasm. I kept fucking her, driving deeper and deeper until I felt my own orgasm building. I came inside her, my body shaking with pleasure. 

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Days turned into weeks, and Emily remained under the potion's spell. She was no longer the independent, intelligent young woman I had known. She was my willing sex slave, eager to fulfill my every desire. I fucked her in every room of the house, in every position imaginable. 

Through it all, I never tired of my daughter's tight, wet pussy. She had become my personal sex toy, existing solely to please me. I dragged her around on a leash when I wanted, and she crawled like a dog at my feet. At night, I'd bring her to bed and tie her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. I'd tease her swollen clit with feathers and vibrators until she was howling with desire, desperate for my cock. Then, and only then, would I slide it into her dripping cunt or puckered ass, fucking her until we both came together in a blinding explosion of lust.

Afterward, she'd clean me off with her hungry mouth, with no sign of the proud girl she once was left in her eyes. Instead, she stared up at me with adoration and submission. It was everything I'd fantasized about.

One night, as we lay tangled in the sheets, I caressed her bruised breasts absently. "Tell me you love Daddy," I purred in her ear, knowing how much it degraded her to admit it.

"I love you... Daddy..." she whimpered, her voice hoarse from hours of screaming my name. I smirked and rolled over so she could suck me off again.

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Despite having her under my complete control, part of me grew restless. I needed more, craved to bring Emily with me to yet further depraved heights. I determined to bring her to a sex club so others could witness her transformation and humiliation, to share my success.

"Oh, Daddy, you know I'll do anything for you now," Emily purred, her eyes glazed over with lust as she knelt naked on the floor at my feet. My dick twitched in anticipation as I looked down at her: my once-innocent daughter was now a cock-hungry whore, horny and desperate to please. The thought of how far she'd fallen made my cock throb even more.

The club was alive with the sounds of depraved moans and sultry dance music. Bondage gear hung from the walls, and people writhed on stage in various states of undress and submission. It was the perfect place to show off my new plaything, walking her on all fours, tethered to my leash. I patted her head, proud of my work. "Let's see if you've been practicing."

I unzipped my pants, and my hard cock sprang free. Emily eagerly crawled forward and took it into her mouth without a word. Around us, people stopped what they were doing to watch the taboo spectacle: a man in his mid-forties fucking this young woman’s face in public. That they didn’t know our relationship made it all the more dark and thrilling. They cheered and applauded as I thrust my cock into her mouth, her tongue lapping at every inch of me.

"That's it, my little slut," I said, slapping her ass. "You love it dirty, don't you?"

She moaned around my dick, a strangled sound of pleasure mixed with shame that only spurred me on further. My hips jerked as I neared climax, spilling my load deep inside her obedient mouth. She swallowed every drop like the good girl she was now trained to be.

As she knelt there panting for air, I grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her face close to mine so she could see the lust in my eyes. "You belong to me now," I growled lowly into her ear so only she could hear me. "Body and soul."

Her eyes clouded over with need—a glint of recognition flickering in them before being extinguished by the potion's hold once more—as she looked up at me with submission written all over her face. "Yes, Daddy," she sighed, her throat hoarse from use. "I'll do anything you want. I'll be your perfect little slut."

My heart thudded in my chest, a twisted thrill coursing through me as I stared down at the broken shell of my once-defiant daughter. My cock hardened anew at the thought of what else we could explore together in this dark new world we'd tumbled into.

I tugged her leash and led her towards the center stage, where a Saint Andrew's Cross awaited its next victim. "Tonight, Emily," I said with a wicked grin, "you're going to be the main attraction."

The crowd roared their approval as I secured her arms and legs to the cross with leather straps, leaving her naked and vulnerable for all to see. Her nipples hardened in the cool air, and juices trickled down her thighs, evidence of her arousal in this debauched environment.

"Daddy," she whimpered. Her eyes were wild and glassy with lust, pupils dilated like those of a trapped animal. Somewhere deep in her soul, perhaps some faint glimmer of her former self tried to break free. But there was no escape; she was mine for as long as I wanted her. The moment passed and her vacant, worshipful stare returned. “Make me yours.”

I stepped back to acknowledge the cheering crowd before picking up a flogger from a nearby table. The smell of leather filled my nostrils as I swung the flogger back, admiring the way her body trembled in anticipation of impact. With a satisfying crack, it connected with her exposed breasts, leaving a deep red welt behind.

"Aaah!" she moaned, arching into the painful pleasure. "More! Daddy, please give me more!"

I didn't disappoint her. Over and over again, the flogger landed on her skin—leaving crisscross marks across her tits and thighs—as she moaned and writhed in ecstasy from my punishing blows. The room reeked of sex and sweat as others joined in on our depraved game, taking turns spanking or fondling my once-innocent daughter. She no longer looked like the shy bookworm she'd once been; now, she was a living, breathing symbol of debauchery and debasement.

I felt a thrill deep in my core as I watched her writhe and moan under the attention of the leering strangers around us. This was my creation, the product of my twisted fantasy come to life. I could barely believe it was real—that this woman, this sex-crazed nympho, had once been my sweet, innocent Emily.

As I looked on, salivating at the sight of her wet, dripping pussy on display for all to see, I noticed a familiar face in the crowd—Mia, her former best friend. The one who'd teased and tormented her for years, calling her a prude and a priss. Her eyes were wide with shock and arousal as she stared at my transformed daughter.

An idea began to form in my perverted mind. Mia had always wanted a piece of my daughter; now, it seemed like she might just get her chance.

I approached and whispered into her ear. "Enjoying the show? You've always wanted a taste, haven't you? Come with me and you just might.”

"Mr. Stevens" Mia smiled lasciviously. “Whatever you’ve done to Emily...” she licked her lips. “I like it.”

I escorted Mia, skimpy black lingerie clinging to her dark tanned curves, onto the stage where Emily writhed for attention. “She’s all yours,” I offered.

Mia didn't need a second invitation. She practically pounced on my helpless daughter, pressing her lips roughly against Emily's swollen, abused ones. The crowd cheered as the two girls made out with a desperate, animalistic hunger.

I stood back, drinking in the scene before me with sick fascination. My once-innocent daughter was now the center of a depraved, debauched orgy – and I had helped foster it.

The sight of Mia's hands groping at Emily's bound body sent newfound lust surging through me. The crowd cheered; they were like pack animals, lapping up every twisted moment of the performance.

As Mia's tongue traveled down Emily's body, I watched, pleased as she spread her pussy lips open and exposed her puffy clit for all to see. My breath caught in my throat as Mia took it between her talented lips, alternating between sucking and roughly smacking her pussy until Emily was squirming and writhing against her restraints.

"Oh God," I muttered under my breath. "This is wrong... so fucking wrong." But still, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the debauched tableau before me: my daughter, a shell of herself – reduced to nothing more than a screaming mass of quivering flesh – and her former tormentor reprising her role in this bizarre sexual circus.

As Emily neared climax, her cries shattering the smoky air of the club, I knew that there was no turning back; we were all irrevocably tainted by what I had set in motion when the potion first passed Emily’s innocent lips.

With a final, gasping moan, Emily shuddered and convulsed in her bonds as she came, her entire body tensing up before collapsing against the cross. Mia sat back on her heels, wiping the evidence of my daughter's sticky juices from her lips with a sultry smile. "Come here, Mr. S," she purred, looking me up and down with desire in her eyes.

I stepped forward, unzipping my pants and freeing my throbbing erection from its confines, making sure Emily could see that what she craved was just out of reach. Mia leaned forward, wrapping her warm lips around the head of my cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as she moaned with approval. I groaned, my hands tangling in her hair as she took more of me into her mouth, sucking hard and letting her teeth graze against my shaft just enough to bring me to the brink of ecstasy.

"Watch and learn, my little slut,” I groaned looking directly into Emily’s eyes as she stared back in crazed lust, struggling once again in her restraints. Mia took my cock down her throat, her muscles relaxing to fit my entire length. I face-fucked her while enjoying Emily’s cries of jealousy, wishing to high heaven she were the one being used.

“Fuck!" I gritted out as the pressure built up inside me. "I'm... I'm gonna..."

Mia pulled away just in time, releasing my pulsing cock with a pop. She smirked up at me through a mask of sweat and lust-glazed eyes. "I have a better idea. Fuck me in front of your daughter, Mr. S," she breathed, sliding her panties down, gathering on all fours and raising her ass towards me in invitation. I smiled, appreciating Mia’s sadistic bent that rivaled my own.

I stepped forward, positioning myself behind Mia’s pulsing wet hole before plunging into her with one rough thrust. The cheers and encouragement of our depraved audience spurred me on, their approval fueling the fire within me until I couldn’t hold it any longer, unleashing a torrent of cum deep inside Mia’s soaked, swollen pussy, drawing satisfaction from Emily’s look of complete humiliation and hunger as her one-time bully received all my attention.

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The weeks progressed as I led Emily down a path of total slavery and submission, mine to use whenever I pleased. At any hour I wished, I made her suck my cock, lick my ass, and beg for my cum. I invited my friends to enjoy her however they liked when they visited. She always obeyed without question, her eyes filled with a vacant, lustful gaze.

One evening, as she was on her knees, sucking my cock with a fervor that both aroused and disturbed me, I wondered if I had gone too far, having turned her into a shell of her former self. 

But it was far too late to reverse course. Emily had transformed, and so had I. All I cared about was the pleasure she gave me, the power I held over her. She was mine now, completely and utterly. And I would never let her go. I came in her mouth, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. She swallowed every drop, her eyes filled with a dark, insatiable hunger. 

"Good girl," I said, patting her head. "Now, get dressed. We're going out for dinner — and don’t forget your remote vibrator."

“Of course, Daddy,” she obeyed. “Anything you want, sir.”

I watched her, a sense of triumph washing over me. I had achieved my goal, but at what cost? The answer, I knew, was irrelevant. I had what I wanted, and that was all that mattered.

I didn’t mean to spy on my daughter, discovering her naked and pleasuring herself for strangers on the internet. But I truly couldn’t resist. If I had had any idea how out of control things would become, I would have left well enough alone. But the truth is, she deserved everything she got, and now I can’t get enough of her total submission. And for her part, well, frankly, the money’s too good.