FSE

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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM on SoFurry.

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Authors note: This is a dark one, I haven’t written one of these in a while so thought it was long overdue. I have also been rather stressed and aggravated lately, so it worked well in getting all that out. This is not one of my usual silly sexy stories, there are some darker themes in here, so be warned.

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It wasn’t easy growing up in a single parent household, as hard as her mother tried, she just could not give her daughter everything she desired. Even still, Franky, or rather, Francine Mitchell to her mom, still grew up into a kind and clever young woman. She had always been told her father passed away when she was very young, a fact which was made harder because there were no photos of him and her mother never spoke of him either. There always seemed to be something about him that even just the mere mention of him made her mom shut down, like she did not want to talk about him. As she grew older, Franky just surmised that his passing must have been so traumatic for her mother that she couldn’t bear to even talk about him and relive those events.

Her immediate family was of no help either, they all seemed to shy away from the mere mention of Franky’s father. There were no photos in any album she could find, not even a mention of his name anywhere. It was almost as if he did not exist or had been actively erased from their lives. At least until one fateful day, while she was working at her internship in the local library, Franky found something. It wasn’t what she was even looking for, but it just so happened to be on one of the small microfilm reels she was using to do research for her paper.

There, on the left-hand side of the newspaper page beside the article she had been looking for, was a small photo. She almost didn’t notice it at first, but the image eventually caught her eye. It was of a young couple at some or another event, the girl in the photo looked familiar. At first Franky thought it was a strange snapshot of herself, but the date of the paper was about a year before she was even born. It suddenly dawned on her, she was looking at an old image of her mother and standing right beside her was a handsome man. Franky knew immediately the handsome Doberman in his tailored suit must be her father, he had that same crooked grin she had, also the same eyes.

Francine was about average height for a woman, standing at a moderate five foot and four inches, she had inherited her mother’s long curly golden locks though. Unlike her mother’s hazel eyes, she had obviously inherited her father’s green eyes. She had the usual vibrant black and tan coat her breed was well known for, but unlike her mother, Franky still had a natural long tail and floppy ears. Something else she had inherited from her mother though, was a rather generous bust and a perfect peach of a behind. She was often complimented on how well she filled out her sweaters and denims as a result, though she was not a fan of such attention. Franky preferred being recognized for her brains more than her beauty, after all, it was her mind that got her a full scholarship to the local college and not her tits, despite what some people thought.

Below the old photograph in the newspaper was a name, something she had not had her entire life. Karl Stanford, her father’s name was Karl. Suddenly, he felt so real, far more real than he had in the previous twenty-two years of her life. With all thought for her paper cast aside, Franky began to research her father with a single-minded determination. It didn’t take long for her to find more information on him, such as the fact he was a twin; she also had an uncle named Kevin out there somewhere too. Not only that, but they were also both alive and lived only one state over. With the modern age of technology, it didn’t take long before she even found a way to get in contact with her father.

For a brief moment, Franky paused with her cursor hovering over the send button of the email she had just typed out. It wasn’t very long, just a simple explanation of who she was and how she had found him. She had also included her contact details in case he wished to communicate with her. The young Doberman woman paused as she considered telling her mother what she had found, but something inside her said that probably wasn’t a good idea. She could get to know her father in secret first, then if everything went smoothly, she would tell her mother. That sentiment was echoed by her father as well, when he replied barely an hour after she finally clicked the send button.

Over the next couple of hours, their texting soon turned into voice calls and eventually a video call. Her father hadn’t changed much from the photo she had seen of him; he was far more charming than she had thought he would be. Much to Franky’s annoyance though, he wouldn’t say over the phone why her mother had kept up the lie that he had passed away, but he did at least indicate that he held no grudge against her for doing so. He knew she had her reasons, but in the end, he was just happy to finally get a chance to know his little girl.

It felt surreal talking to her father after having believed he was dead the entire time, she even got to talk to her uncle as well. The more she spoke with them, the more eager she became to meet them in person. Her father and uncle made sure not to pressure her into anything, they wanted it to be entirely her choice for when and where they should meet. Being a student, Franky didn’t have a lot of money, so she opted to meet in a small diner partway between them. Of course, her father did offer to send her some money if she wanted, just to help with transport costs. But Franky felt that would be too much too soon and politely declined. She also didn’t want him thinking she was only making contact because she needed money either.

The diner was at a truck stop, just a small old-fashioned place with the stereotypical black and white checkered floor. Though it was well maintained and kept clean, it was easy to see the years of wear and tear wherever she looked. As soon as Franky climbed off the bus, she spotted not just her father, but her uncle as well through the diner’s window. The impulse to run to them and hug them tight was strong, but somehow, she kept it in check as she forced herself to walk casually over to them.

“You’re even more beautiful in person” Her uncle commented as he stood up and awkwardly shuffled aside for his brother to join him.

“You look just like your mom” Her father commented with a note of awe, perhaps also a touch of pain in his words. Franky still didn’t know why they had split up, or why they had been kept apart for so long. She had hundreds of questions she wanted to ask, but finally, she would get some answers.

“Hi…dad…” It felt strange saying those words, but also so right. She couldn’t help herself; Franky stepped in close and wrapped her arms about the stranger, who didn’t feel like a stranger. He smelled good, like what a father should smell like. A mixture of Old Spice, cigarettes and wood shavings. Most importantly though, he was real, and he was here with her.

“Look, I know you have questions, and I want to try answer them as honestly as I can” He began once they had taken their seats in their booth near the back of the near empty diner.

“I’ll go grab us some coffees while you two catch up” Kevin, her uncle offered. He seemed sweet, though not as charming as her father, perhaps a little bit goofy even. They weren’t quite identical twins, but they looked enough like each other that it was obvious they were related. While her father hadn’t changed much from the old photograph she had found of him, Kevin had gotten a bit softer around the middle and sported a bit of a dad bod. At least it wouldn’t be hard to tell them apart she supposed.

It was almost cute how long Kevin took to get their coffees, considering the counter wasn’t more than a few steps behind her. He was obviously just trying to give her as much alone time with her father as possible, which she appreciated. Eventually he did return with three cups of coffee, or at least, three cups. Apparently, he had somehow convinced the waitress behind the counter to make hers a hot coco with marshmallows.

“Oh shit, sorry, not something you like?” Kevin stammered with worry as he saw the tears forming in his niece’s eyes while she stared down at the drink he’d given her.

“No, it’s not that…just…I’ve never had someone make me hot coco with marshmallows in it before” Franky replied as she reached out to give her uncles hand an appreciative squeeze.

It was good too, very sweet and with a slight hint of strawberry. It warmed her right to her core, like a good hot coco should do, which was good considering the cold weather. It also made her a bit sleepy, almost too sleepy in fact. Before long, Franky was snoozing softly on the table while her father and uncle watched with broad grins.

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Franky fought to break free of the cloying slumber, her mind felt heavy and slow. Thoughts struggled to form, even her vision was blurry and her eyelids refused to cooperate when she tried to open them. Every movement, no matter how slight, felt near impossible as her limbs felt encased in lead and concrete. When she finally managed to sit up, her head spun and her stomach turned, causing her to lean over the side of the bed and purge her stomach. She didn’t know where she was, there was only one small window, set high up on one of the walls which looked to have light streaming in from outside. Even just looking at the window felt like needles were being stabbed into her eyes.

The room she found herself in was bare, almost like what one would expect of a prison cell, only a bit more spacious. There was a single unit basin and toilet in one corner, with a showerhead above it, but no curtain. The only other object in the room was her bed, which was just a bare mattress with a single thin pillow, not even a blanket. Somehow, the room was kept pleasantly warm, the reason became apparent when her bare feet touched the floor, and she felt how warm it was. There must have been some underground heating in the floor to keep the room nice and toasty warm. It took far longer than it should’ve, but eventually Franky noticed she was naked. Worse than that, she was starting to feel all sorts of aches and pains starting to awaken now that she was moving around. Her breasts where the first thing she noticed, when she accidentally brushed her arm against one and felt the sting in her nipple. Through blurry eyes, she looked down and saw a silver object piercing her flesh. There was a matching object in her other nipple as well, someone had pierced them while she was asleep. As her hands travelled down her belly, she felt something in her belly button; though she couldn’t quite make out what it was visually, she could feel what felt like a small ring through her navel.

“Wha..tha…fhuck..” she heard herself say, at first thinking it was just whatever drugs were still in her system making her slur her words. Then she felt it, there was something in her tongue too; sure enough, when she stuck a finger in her mouth, Franky whimpered at the feeling of a tongue stud. She had never been partial to any sort of body modification before, so this was definitely not something of her own doing. That wasn’t all though, as she shifted on the bed, she felt something else.

Franky couldn’t bear to look down, with tears starting to stain her cheeks, she reached down between her thighs and whimpered again. She felt more, three more to be exact, small rings piercing her most intimate flesh. One through the hood of her clit, with one each through her labia. When she leaned forward and sunk her face into her hands to cry, sharp piercing pain flared in her ears. “No…” she cried softly, while getting to her feet and stumbling over to where there was a small mirror on the wall above the basin to inspect herself.

“My…my ears…” she mumbled as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her ears had been clipped; they were no longer the silky soft floppy ears she had been born with. They were now standing up straight and wrapped in bandages. That was not all, however, the worst was yet to come. Her tail was gone too, only a short stub was left behind; she had been mutilated and physically altered against her will. She couldn’t help it, Franky hung her head and began to weep in hard, heaving sobs. She didn’t hear the door open behind her, or the footsteps of someone approaching.

“Goodnight, princess” Franky barely heard the person say behind her, before strong arms grabbed about her and a sweet ether-smelling rag was pressed to her nose. She was in no shape to fight back, though even if she was, the grip about her felt like iron. The young Doberman’s world faded to black again, once more casting her down into confusing dreams and nightmares.

The next time she awoke, Franky briefly thought it had just been a nightmare, and she was back home. There was no more pain at least, but when she touched and explored her body without opening her eyes, the piercings were still there, unlike her floppy ears and tail. She had been altered, but now they no longer hurt, or at least nothing like they had before. The bandages were off, which meant it had been at least fourteen days since she’d been clipped, possibly more. The needle marks in her arms gave some indication of how she had been kept under for so long, clearly, they had fed her a continuous stream of drugs and fed her intravenously while she healed. It had been so long since she had contacted her mom, so surely by now someone would be looking for her. Then again, she hadn’t told anyone where she was going or what she was doing; they wouldn’t have a clue where to begin looking for her…

“Oh good, you’re awake” a voice spoke from behind the door. All she could see were the eyes of the person speaking, the same eyes she had.

“What did you do?” Franky asked, half in anger, but mostly in fear. The way her limbs trembled as she even just tried to sit up, she knew she did not have the strength to put up any sort of meaningful resistance if she was forced to.

“I took back what was mine” Karl growled as he finally stepped into the room with her. Worryingly, he was in the nude as well. Even more worrying was the way he was staring at her; it was not the warm fatherly look he’d looked at her with during all their video calls, or even their meeting in the diner. This was predatory, a look of hunger that should not exist between father and daughter as he slowly approached her. “Now you look identical to her” the large black and tan canine commented, while he gently brushed his fingers along his daughter’s cheek almost lovingly. “With a few additions of course” he noted, giving her new nose ring a gentle tug, but hard enough to make his daughter wince in response.

“Let me go, please” Franky started to beg, but it was of no use. Karl just smirked and began to laugh at her pathetic pleading. “My mom will…” she didn’t get to finish that sentence. The blow was so quick and hard that her head snapped to one side, and she saw stars.

“Don’t you dare mention that bitch to me again” Karl leaned down to growl threateningly into his daughters newly clipped ear. “Your mom can’t save you, no one can, you’re mine now” he almost hissed as he began to lewdly caress her chest and further down to cup between his own daughter’s thighs. Karl made his intent clear, when Franky tried to close her thighs and stop him, he just bit down on her shoulder while his claws dug into her from below. Franky could feel the warm wetness from the bite, she could smell the copper pennies, he’d made her bleed. Reluctantly, she parted her thighs for him, which finally got Karl to release his bite on her now aching shoulder.

“Resist me again and I’ll really get mad” he warned, just as two thick fingers found her nethers and sunk within her without warning or preparation. Franky wasn’t a virgin, she’d had a boyfriend or two in high school and again in college, but she wasn’t overly experienced either. “Naughty girl, someone’s been fucking before marriage” Karl growled I disappointment as he jammed his fingers into his daughter, confirming she had no hymen.

Something was wrong here, very wrong, more so than just what her father was doing to her too. Franky knew this was wrong on so many levels, but for some reason, her body was reacting to what he was doing to her, far more than it would have reacted to someone she was attracted to. Even when she was drunk, or high, or any other number of things with her past boyfriends, she had never gotten so wet and aroused so quickly. Yet, with just his fingers in her, the young Doberman woman felt herself beginning to pant and groan while her hips bucked into her father’s hand. He knew it too, the way he was grinning at her with a smug expression. It didn’t take long for him to get her off either, apparently the piercing through her clit was for more than just punishment. Karl just lightly teased it with his thumb while his fingers curled and pumped between his daughter’s thighs, and like the good little whore he knew she was, Franky came hard enough that she blacked out again.

When she awoke again, there was no sun shining in through the small window in her room. Night had fallen, so she must have been passed out for hours. When she rolled onto her side and face the room, something caught her eye. In the middle of the empty floor space was a tray, which had a sandwich, an apple and a glass of juice all laid out perfectly. The sandwich had even had the crusts cut off and the apple had been cut into manageable bit sized slices, while the juice was in a small plastic cup. Franky didn’t trust it, she remembered what had happened earlier, how she most certainly had been drugged in some fashion. But at the mere sight of the food, her stomach groaned and twisted with a growing hunger and need. She tried to resist the temptation, but even rolling onto her side and facing the blank wall with her back to the tray didn’t help. She could smell the sweet inviting scent of a well-crafted peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

As the first rays of a new day began to filter in through the small window set high in the wall of her bare room, Franky sat on the floor in the middle of the room as she inhaled the sandwich. It was good, the best thing she had ever eaten. Or at least that’s what her starved mind was telling her, but at least it had taken the edge off the sharp hunger pains which gripped at her empty stomach. It was the first solid food she had eaten in…who knew how long. It didn’t take long before she felt it, a strange sort of warmth beginning to seep throughout her entire body.

“Shit…no…” the young woman groaned as she tried to ignore the growing burning need between her thighs. She tried not to touch herself, but even a light accidental brush of her arms against her breasts and pierced nipples was enough to make her gasp and shiver in delight.

“Something the matter, princess?” It was Kevin, she hadn’t even heard him enter the room. Just like her father had been last time, her uncle was also as nude as she was. Franky tried to crawl away from him, moving further back into the room and back up onto her bed, but he was faster than her. Franky found herself pinned beneath her uncle as he roughly groped at her left breast while he pressed his lips to hers in a disgustingly passionate kiss, he even forced his tongue into her mouth. She could taste the whiskey and cigarettes on his tongue as it wrestled with her own within her maw.

She knew she should have been fighting his advances, but when his fingers sunk between her thighs, she couldn’t believe the lewd groan she uttered against his lips. Instead of clamping her thighs shut like the good girl she was, she felt them spread invitingly for her uncle. She could feel his lips curl into a grin against her own as her body responded favourably to his taboo touches. “I’m gonna fuck you until you give me a bitch of my own” Kevin growled once he finally broke the kiss.

Franky knew she should have been disgusted or at least frightened by such words, instead she felt excited and even eager, despite the tears streaming down her face. Kevin shifted his position over her, soon having his hips between her willingly parted thighs while he ground his growing stiffness against her bare and vulnerable pussy. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Franky could hear her conscience screaming at her that this was wrong, that she should stop this, but that voice went silent the moment her uncles thick cock speared her sex deep. She hadn’t realized it, but her eyes had briefly rolled into the back of her head when Kevin had first entered her. When her vision returned, she saw him grinning down at her as he began to stir his hips between her thighs.

Kevin loved how tight his niece’s cunt was, perhaps even better than her mother’s had been. The only thing missing was the begging and crying, but he didn’t mind it so much seeing as he was finally balls deep inside another bitch again. Unlike her mother though, Franky wasn’t going to be able to escape before he put a pup in her belly. They had learned from their past mistakes; this time they had made sure there was no escaping their dungeon. This time, they also had a whole host of potent drugs that would turn Francine into their obedient little fucktoy too. They were already working too, the way she so easily spread her thighs and accepted her uncles’ cock was all thanks to the latest strain of Bocsy.

The harder her uncle fucked her, the more it felt like her mind was going blank. Franky was finding it hard thinking of anything else beside how good his cock felt inside her. Even as Kevin almost folded her in half while driving his thick red length deep inside her needy pussy, Franky groaned and growled with a growing need. She loved the feeling of his heavy balls tapping against her behind constantly while he filled and stretched her cunt so wonderfully.

“Ready for your first load, princess?” Kevin huffed and growled into her clipped hear, his thrusts had become short and quick as his climax quickly approached. It was a rhetorical question, she knew that, Franky knew he was going to cum inside her whether she wanted him to or not. The real problem was that she wanted him to, desperately so, she was even wrapping her thighs about his waist while she clung to her uncle so he couldn’t pull out of her. It was as if she was in the midst of the most intense heat every and her body needed to be bred, so when she felt the first shot of unprotected seed deep inside her, the young Doberman woman howled in pure bliss as she came right along with her uncle. Kevin didn’t even knot her, he didn’t need to, he was big enough that his cum was being practically pumped right against her cervix with how deep he was inside his niece.

Franky didn’t even have a moment to recover before she was hauled off the bed and down to kneel on the floor. Kevin had just withdrawn himself from her without a care, he clearly had other plans for her. As she knelt on the floor, she could feel the warm cum starting to drip from her freshly fucked pussy and run down along her inner thighs. “Suck it, so we can go again” she vaguely heard Kevin say, right as he tapped his sodden length against her snout. Franky knew she should have been disgusted by this, the way the combined mess of her uncles cum and her own climax being rubbed into her face and muzzle, it was all she could smell. But she wasn’t, it just made her even more excited than she was before. Franky didn’t even like sucking dick, yet here she was, willingly swallowing her own uncle’s cock with no hesitation. What the fuck was wrong with her? She could taste herself on his dick still, along with traces of his seed against the back of her tongue. She hadn’t even started slow and just kissed his tip, no, she had immediately tried to deepthroat him and ended up gagging on his thick cock as a result.

Watching his niece choke on his cock was all the encouragement Kevin needed to revert the softening of his member. She wasn’t the best at sucking dick, he noted, but she would be getting plenty of practice soon enough. At least Francine was good enough to get him nice and hard again, hard enough at least to go another round as he tried to breed her young tender cunt. Franky was summarily pulled off the fat prick she was so eagerly swallowing, only to find herself bent over her bed. This time, Kevin pressed a large hand between her shoulders to keep her front pinned to the bed while he gripped her new, short stub of a tail to lift her hips to the right height. Once she seemed to get the idea, the large chubby Doberman once again sheathed himself inside his niece’s nice tight pussy.

Unlike the first time, Kevin was not as slow or as gentle. Now, he was eager to breed Francine properly, at least once he saw that she wasn’t going to resist him. God, her slutty little moans and the way her pussy gripped so greedily about his prick, it was as if she were made to be his personal fucktoy. No longer needing to hold her front down low, Kevin instead gripped about her narrow waist and began to hammer his thickness deep into the smaller canine bitch. He wanted to break her, more than she already was, it worked too as she soon started to roll and almost buck back against his every other thrust. Even when he started to work her a bit more open to accept his knot, Francine didn’t try stop him. At most, she gave a few pained groans as her delicate pussy was stretched far beyond what she thought it could. Eventually though, Kevin succeeded in knotting the bitch, the pained yelp from his niece would be etched into his mind for years to come. He did have to hold tightly about her waist as Francine tried to crawl away from the sensation, but it was pointless, she was well and truly tied to her uncle as his cock throbbed and pulsed with every thick rope of his unprotected seed deep within her.

Franky’s mind was blank; she couldn’t think or feel anything beyond that knot locked inside her and the cock flooding her womb with even more seed. The last thing she remembered feeling before she blacked out again was a sharp pain between her thighs when Kevin finally yanked his knot out of her. Again, the darkness claimed her and strange distorted dreams filled her broken sleep. When Franky finally awoke untold hours later, the light shining through the window looked as thought it was either early dawn or late dusk. She didn’t know how long she had been asleep for this time; she didn’t even know how long she had been missing for at this point. There was another tray of food in the centre of the room, this time it was more than just a sandwich and fruit. There was a nice big juicy steak, with a potato and sour cream on the side. There was even a large cookie for desert and a large glass of pink wine on the side. Briefly Franky wondered if this was some sort of reward from her uncle for…shit, he came inside her, didn’t he? He’d cum inside her twice and without a condom…and something told her she wasn’t being kept on birth control either. His words echoed in her ears; “I’m gonna fuck you until you give me a bitch of my own” he had said. What if she was already pregnant with his kid, what would she do? What could she do?

Despite her stomach growling and demanding sustenance, Franky instead headed for the shower. She didn’t care there was no curtain or any privacy, for all she knew, her father and uncle were probably watching her somehow. Good, then they would be able to see her defy them as she tried to wash Kevin’s seed from inside herself. She didn’t even turn on the cold water, the scalding hotness felt good, it felt cleansing as it washed away the filth she felt from what she had done…or rather, what had been done to her. She didn’t even step out of the shower when she felt the need to relieve herself arise; she just let it flow. Part of her hoped it would help clear the unwanted seed of her uncle from her womb somehow, by some miracle she would not be the mother of his child.

Franky noticed something else while she stood under the hot water, for as long as it felt like she let her sins be burned away by the scalding hot water, it never seemed to get cold. At least not as quickly as it would have in a normal household, so she must have been being kept somewhere with a much larger boiler. She didn’t hear any foot traffic or even cars outside for that matter, so she clearly wasn’t being held in a residential area. It made sense though, during her investigations into uncovering information about her father and uncle, she had found they owned a construction company. She was mostly likely being held in one of their construction sites, but they didn’t strike her as being that careless to take such a risk of her being discovered by their workers. More than likely, she was being kept in a room they had specially designed for her. Wait, no…that couldn’t be it. Something like this would have taken far longer to construct, far longer than she had been in contact with them at least. Franky started to get a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as the realization set in, she probably wasn’t their original target. She probably wasn’t even the first woman they had trapped in here. If that was the case and her father and uncle had not been caught yet, the likelihood of her ever being found was probably incredibly slim.

“We’re in a drought, Francine, stop wasting water” A mocking voice called out as the shower suddenly shut off. She was right, they were watching her from somewhere. She didn’t care anymore though, the chances of her escaping were clearly too low for them to even worry about, they didn’t need to restrain her even. She wondered if anyone was even looking for her, without knowing how long she had been missing for, they could have called off the search by now. She wouldn’t blame them if they did, this was all her fault. She was too stupid and naive, she trusted her father without ever really knowing him. Was this really why her mother had tried to pretend he was dead all those years? From what she recalled of what he’d said when she first woke up in this room, it did sound like he had tried to do something similar with her mother. Had she escaped them somehow? Franky had so many questions she suddenly wished she could ask her mother, but she knew in all likelihood, she probably would never see her again. That thought truly broke her, Franky hugged her knees against her chest and buried her face as she began to weep for the life and future she had lost.

Franky awoke on her bed again, she didn’t recall having moved there of her own accord or even falling asleep for that matter. Perhaps her Karl or Kevin had moved her after she had cried herself to unconscious? But if that was the case, why wasn’t the food tray gone or at least changed? Even just looking at the now very cold steak and potato made her stomach grumble, she didn’t know how long it had been since she had eaten that sandwich. She knew the food was probably laced with more drugs, but it felt like she had swallowed a bag of rusty razorblades at how her stomach was complaining about being so empty. Reluctantly, Franky made her way over to the food and began tearing into it with her bare hands, like some sort of savage. They hadn’t given her any cutlery, for obvious reasons. Even the glass of wine was not glass, it was again just plastic.

Even though it was stone cold, the steak still tasted good. The potato hadn’t kept so well, especially with the sour cream, but she was starving so ate it regardless. Franky wasn’t much of a drinker, so she had never had wine before. She wasn’t sure what it was supposed to taste like, but she certainly wasn’t expecting it to taste so sweet or even have a hint of a strawberry aftertaste. The young Doberman woman couldn’t help herself; she downed the glass once she got the taste for it. The effect was almost immediate again, Franky started feeling a little lightheaded and almost dizzy, but mostly her body felt light and fluffy. Perhaps the lack of food and strong wine was not a good combination, she felt almost drunk as she tried to stand up and stumble towards her bed. Thankfully, someone was there to catch her as she almost fell face first onto the floor.

“Easy there, kiddo. Wouldn’t want you messing up that pretty face of yours” Karl grinned as he helped her to her bed. Normally, a daughter would have loved having her father carry her to bed when she wasn’t feeling so well, but not this time. She could see it in his eyes; he had something nasty planned for her. Hell, he was already groping at her breast as he guided her to lay down for him. Even when he gently pet and stroked her head, Franky didn’t trust him. Every fibre of her being screamed at her to get away from him, but her limbs wouldn’t respond. The wine, it must have been the wine. She was almost paralytic from it, she couldn’t move, but she could sure as hell feel what he was doing under her tail. The dirty bastard was busy applying something cold and slick beneath her now short stub of a tail, his fingers were teasing against her asshole.

“No…” Franky tried to growl out, but it came out barely above a whisper. Even when she felt two fingers begin to sink past her tightly clenched little opening, she still couldn’t force herself to speak any louder. What was worse was the fact it was starting to feel kind of nice, again, that must have been the fucking wine. Franky tried to move away from her father’s fingers, or at least that was the instruction her mind had given to her body. What her body did, however, was press back onto the thick fingers starting to gently work her open. She couldn’t even curl her tail down protectively to cover herself, because she no longer had one, she was completely defenceless.

“I never got to be the first inside that pretty pussy of yours, but I’m going to make sure I am the first under your tail, baby girl” Karl growled lustfully into his daughter’s ear, just as he added a third finger beneath her tail to make her groan. He had missed the opportunity to claim her mother’s ass back when he still had her, so he sure as shit wasn’t going to miss his chance this time around. With one arm around Francine’s neck and throat to hold her in place, Karl grasped his thick tapered length and guided it between his daughter’s perfect black and tan buttocks. The drugs worked better than expected, she didn’t even try squirm away when he finally got his cocktip seated just inside her snug little slick asshole. Once he was lined up with her correctly, the large dog just grabbed his daughter by the hip and slowly pulled her back onto his waiting spear. God, he loved the sound these bitches made when he broke in their backdoors, this one was even better than the rest because it was his own flesh and blood. She knew he was her father and now he was taking away her anal virginity too.

Karl clearly didn’t care that his daughter was sobbing as he sodomized her, he was just focused on the delightfully tight little hole squeezing down around his fat prick. She would have to get used to this because he planned on fucking her ass as often as he could, an ass as fine as Francine’s deserved to have a worthy pricked buried inside it after all. There was no dick more worthy than her own father’s after all, so who better to fuck his daughter’s tight little ass than him? It almost made up for all those years he hadn’t been fucking her mother’s ass, almost.

As much as she hated the drugs they were using on her, Franky was at least a little thankful for them helping this feel not quite as bad as it could have been. Sure, taking a thick cock like what her father was sporting probably would’ve hurt a lot more than it currently did now, if she wasn’t as drugged up as she was. Still though, losing her last virginity in such a cruel and unusual manner was humiliating and painful in more than just the physical. She didn’t want to enjoy it either, but the drugs in her system were desperately trying to push her senses in that direction, so Franky tried so desperately to hold onto the pain and humiliation for as long as possible. It worked too, her pain and anguish at having her own father fucking her up the ass seemed to excite the prick enough for him to blow his load early. He didn’t pull out either, Karl just ground his knot against her tail hole as he pumped her guts full of his hot seed. He even had the audacity to lean over and give her a tender peck on the cheek once he had finally gone soft inside her.

Franky didn’t move from the position Karl left her in on the bed, she just stared unblinkingly at the bare concrete wall before her. She could feel the uncomfortable warmth of her father’s seed between her buttocks and under what was left of her once beautiful tail. She couldn’t even find it in herself to cry anymore, what was the point? It wasn’t going to change anything, this was her life now, she was nothing more than a set of holes for her father and uncle to stick their dicks into. Francine Mitchel was no more; she was just Karl and Kevin’s personal plaything.

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“That’s a good girl, just how we showed you” Karl huffed and growled as he slowly stroked his thick cock back and forth beneath Francine’s willingly lifted tail. Her hands were lifted up and behind her head where Kevin currently held them in place as he let his niece suck on his cock. Currently Franky was kneeling on the bare concrete floor, she was being held in place by a small silver chain running from the piercing through her clit to am eyebolt Karl had drilled into the centre of her room floor. Initially it had been used to teach her not to resist Karl when he wanted to fuck her in the ass, but she had gotten so used to being sodomized now that the chain remained slack even as her father fucked her behind. Even with her uncle trying to choke her on his dick at the same time, Franky barely moved, she just let the two large men used her as they wished.

She no longer hesitated to eat whatever they put before her or resist when they desired to make use of her. Franky made sure to clean herself thoroughly after every session, except when Kevin tried to breed her again, then she did not touch her cunt at all. So far, she had not been knocked up, despite her uncle’s best efforts. Some days he left her an absolute mess and dripping copious amounts of his seed before he finally let her sleep, but still, Franky’s belly remained taut and trim. It was only a matter of time however, Kevin was determined to knock her up, if it was the last thing he did.

Francine was the perfect obedient pet now; there was nothing she wouldn’t do for her father. She didn’t even flinch when he made her record a message to her own mother. “Hey mom…please come get me, I’m scared…come alone, I don’t trust the police…” she began.