I think I'm repeating myself so please just carry on..
It was never my intention to create a new layer of planning to the whole story. She fell into the hands of Islamic State by accident, it was pure fate she survived and again ill fate that she fell into the hands of just another group of molesters. The added storyline about her father's secret dreams, and also her own secret desires, are in line with an apparent fate that is her life. Sexual deviancy is something that apparently has always been lurking for her and it will at some point also kill her. But the real reason why I added the storyline with the letters of her parents, is not so much to explain anything or to add some incredible extra plotline. It is, as you said before, to really mess with her mind, to break the final barriers. And I felt it was a fucking hot idea to write about.I was referring to the father's character sketch and her motivation after receiving gifts and letters. Seemed jarring to me. Not because I don't believe someone could be a child abuser or have those thoughts about their kid but the gifts and letters while she's in jail just added a layer of incredulity to me. She sounds like someone who was primed for her bad luck before she was captured. Now the dad character has added his own perverse touch that dovetails nicely with the goals of the two torture factions she's found herself in the midst of. I guess I'm trying to hold onto a less ill fated and already damaged character. Someone whose relative innocence made her original ordeals all the more insufferable.
You use your skills well in creating this Alisa character , the people around her and the settings. I'm seeing the characters and setting as becoming less grounded in reality- fictional though it maybe- and losing my sense of storyline. However If I see each ordeal as a separate episode- a vignette- then I'm less apt to get hung up on the plot convolutions that lose me. But you know me at this point I enjoy the process and have actually figured out what the actual storyline could be for the father and her current dilemma. Ha.
Yes, you have turned her mind inside out only to discover it is for orgasm that she will live and die. It is indeed feeling like Justine or a number of damsels in distress stories. The young lady gets in repeated jams loses her clothes..and then so much more!It was never my intention to create a new layer of planning to the whole story. She fell into the hands of Islamic State by accident, it was pure fate she survived and again ill fate that she fell into the hands of just another group of molesters. The added storyline about her father's secret dreams, and also her own secret desires, are in line with an apparent fate that is her life. Sexual deviancy is something that apparently has always been lurking for her and it will at some point also kill her. But the real reason why I added the storyline with the letters of her parents, is not so much to explain anything or to add some incredible extra plotline. It is, as you said before, to really mess with her mind, to break the final barriers. And I felt it was a fucking hot idea to write about.
I am a very big fan of Justine as written by de Sade. The idea of an innocent girl getting in trouble all the time, appeals to me. Is it likely that so many bad things happen to the same girl? Well, according to the Sade there is no reason why not. There is no god after all. There is also no real measurement of torment anybody deserves or can expect.
Very very erotic.
(Part 2 of 3)With a shudder she continued reading. Her father had written a lot more than her mother had. And he was much more candid and open in his confessions. With a blush she read on while fingering herself.
“I never allowed myself to touch you,” he continued, “but trust me, I often thought about you, even while I had sex with your mother sometimes. Am I a bad father? You were a really pretty girl and now you are a pretty woman who many men enjoy.”
Alisa shivered again. He was so wrong and it was horrible what he confessed. And yet, it somehow excited her and she almost felt sorry for him, carrying this secret all this time, hiding his true feelings for her when she was still young and living at home. Had mother ever noticed? She felt a pang of guilt towards her mother. Especially when she read on and noticed it was even worse than she imagined.
“My interest in you started when you were still very young,” her father wrote. “Remember when you were still doing gymnastics? At some point you started developing breasts. They were still very small and your hips were hardly wider yet. But seeing you do the exercises in that tight leotard always gave me a hard-on. It was such a shame you stopped doing gymnastics before your body developed further. I would have loved seeing your sexy body and full breasts with such a leotard doing full splits and handstands. In fact, I am going to send you the leotard you wore as a teen, something I kept all those years. And you know what? I did something I did many times over in the past years when I fantasized about you. I masturbated and left my cum inside the leotard, for you. It’s almost as if we had sex after all, right?”
Alisa dropped the letter after finishing it. Her hands were trembling and for a long time she sat there, staring at the package in front of her. She didn’t know what to think, or feel. Then finally she took the courage to open the package further. Inside was a plastic wrapped parcel and when she took the plastic off, it revealed the blue leotard she remembered well. She used to be a gymnast as a teenager and this was her suit. But it was much smaller than she remembered. She carefully looked at it, holding it up and then looked at the inside. With a shock she noticed something slimy on the inside, in the crotch area. The thing had been sealed by the plastic. She quickly checked the stamp for the date and realized it was no longer than three days ago that her father had sent this. And with a shudder she also realized her father had told the truth, she could smell it. His semen was on the inside and it had not dried up completely. With trembling hands she held the piece of clothing closer to her face, smelling the scent of old semen. She felt a shiver rubbing down her spine. She was both disgusted by it and yet, at the same time, she felt greatly aroused. Was she mad or something?
It was one thing reading letters from her parents, it was another to hold something that held so many memories. But it was insane that her father had sent her something so … personal. She held the piece of cloth closer to her nose and carefully touched the wet spot with her fingers. She bit her underlip, shaking like a leaf, while she suddenly made a decision. She removed the lingerie of her mother and started to put on the leotard. It was much too small for her of course, and she had to be very careful. But as she put her legs in and then carefully pulled it up, she gasped when she pressed the cold wet patch against her crotch.
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“Oh daddy,” she groaned, almost having a spontaneous orgasm. She quickly pulled the garment up further, stretching the leotard extremely to fit around her body. It fitted badly, she had to stretch it up all the way, making it very tight in her crotch. Her breasts hardly fit inside the suit and she was squeezed almost flat when it was on and around her body.
With a shiver she ran her hands over her stomach and she winced when her hand reached her crotch, where it felt cold and wet. But she felt her vagina clenching and in her mind she saw her fathers erect penis. She realized how huge it had appeared to her, when she was young and had never seen an erect penis before. Maybe he wasn’t as big as she remembered, but at the time she could not imagine anything bigger than a fingertip going inside her vagina. And his penis had been as wide as her wrist, she was certain of it.
With a gasp she started rubbing her fingers against the crotch of her leotard, rubbing the slimy fabric against her wet vulva. She was amazed at how aroused she got when she felt the cool slimy substance working between her lips and against her clitoris. She had never been so aroused before in her life. She lied down on the bed, spreading her legs wide and masturbated herself with her fingers. Yes, she was certain of it, she had completely lost her mind, but this felt so good.
Suddenly the door of her cell opened and two guards came in, She quickly got up, clenching her legs together and folding her arms around herself. With a cry of shock and a red blush on her face, she was lifted off the bed.
“Wait, what are you doing?” she gasped and then cried out when she was put down on her feet while her arms were twisted behind her back and she was cuffed. With another cry of shock and surprise she was pulled over to the metal dildo on that bar and pushed against it.
“Wait, stop, what are you doing?” she cried out.
They raised the bar, moving the dildo higher up until the tip reached up past her hips, and locked it into place. Then they lifted her by the arms, still not speaking a single word. With a hand at the back of her knees, her legs were spread. With a cry of frustration, she felt them placing her crotch on the hard tip of the dildo.
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“Stop!” she cried out, “Wait! Let me go!”
The metal dildo pushed against the crotch of the tight leotard and pushed the slimy smooth fabric between her lips. With a cry she felt it pushing into her wet and smooth vagina. She gasped out loud when she sensed how the dildo pushed into her, forcing her vagina open and around the smooth surface of the dildo, but it also pressed the fabric of the leotard along inside her body, causing a tight stretch inside her vulva. It was like the ultimate wedgy and since the material of her suit was so flexible, it stretched over the penetrating dildo, entering her vagina along with the metal object. She now also sensed how broad the dildo was, stretching her vagina wide open.
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“Nooooo,” she cried out while they lowered her further. When the bullet shaped top of the dildo was inside of her, they let go of her legs and allowed her to stand on her toes. And as soon as she found her balance, they let go of her altogether, leaving her balancing on her toes, with the pointy head of the dildo fully inserted in her vagina. They checked if she was balanced well enough and adjusted her leotard at the front so it slipped between her lips, making it easier to be pushed into her by the metal dildo. Then they turned around and left, still not having said a word to her. She cried out, pleaded to them to come back, to free her, to get her off the thing, but they ignored her, closed the door behind them and she heard the lock turn.
She was alone, the metal dildo inserted in her vagina, enveloped in the fabric of the leotard that had covered her crotch. She held her thighs clenched tightly around the metal object sticking inside her, trying to avoid sinking down any deeper. With a gasp she realized the semen of her father had been pushed into her vagina as well and she cringed, writhing with her body, squirming with her hips, desperate to free herself, but she was stuck. Her movements caused her to sink slightly lower, taking more of the dildo inside her vagina and causing the fabric of her suit to press even tighter into her slit and against her clitoris. Her vagina became very warm from the motions. She quickly raised herself up again on her toes, trying to get as high as possible, but she could not lift herself off the damned thing. She then tried to reach down, bending backwards, trying to get to the lock that held the bar up so high, but it was between her knees and she could not reach that low. She then tried tilting her hips, but this only resulted in her vagina kind of fucking the dildo, which went very smooth because of the wetness down there. And as she looked down she noticed how the leotard was getting wetter, clearly showing as a darker wet spot at the front where the fabric was tightly pulled into the crack of her slit.
For awhile she kept struggling and to her frustration, it got her nowhere. The only result was that she was getting more wet and even aroused by the constant stimulation of her crotch. If she held still, the arousal sank a little because the coldness of the metal was spreading through her vagina. The metal was warming up, but slowly and it easily dissipated. Finally she came up with another idea. If she pushed down, maybe she could break the crotch part of her leotard. The bullet shaped head of the dildo might rip through the fabric, right? With a grunt she tilted her hips a few times while slowly lowering herself on the huge invader. She gasped as she felt the pressure of the fabric getting strong as it wedged her vulva even tighter, pressing harder and harder against her clitoris. At the same time she felt the bullet shaped head reaching deeper into her vagina, scraping against her G-spot and she shuddered as this felt good, really, really good. She gave a whimper in frustration that her hands were cuffed behind her, preventing her to masturbate. Or free the fabric of the leotard from the invading dildo. She raised herself up on her toes again, but almost immediately sank down again, gently fucking the large intruding rocket into her tight vagina. She groaned as the tightening motion against her clitoris also started to get really stimulating and as her own juices dissolved the somewhat dried semen of her father, the fabric became more slippery all the time, sending such lovely sensations through her clitoris, her knees started to buckle and her thighs were trembling. It was getting harder to keep herself on her toes and all the time she kept sinking lower, still of course also hoping the fabric of the leotard would break or tear. It didn’t. Instead it kept stretching while also pulling tighter and harder against her clitoris and also between her ass. She also noticed how the leotard got pulled down at the front and back and her breast started to bulge out from the top, with her nipples peeking out.
By the time she got her heels to touch down, having sank down with her feet now flat on the ground, the pressure in her crotch had started to really ache. But each time she bounced on her toes, the arousal of the movement inside her, compensated and soon she was actually humping the metal dildo, getting closer and closer to a massive orgasm. She felt the wetness leaking from her crotch and dripping along her inner thighs and finally she was so aroused, she lost all sense of shame.
“Oh daddy,” she groaned and then cried out as a massive orgasm tore though her body, almost making her lose her balance, something which she only barely prevented. And luckily so as the metal bar and dildo would have cause serious damage had she toppled over.
For quite some time she struggled to keep standing upright, the dildo still deeply embedded in her vagina, with the fabric of the stretched leotard still covering it inside her body. Her clitoris would have become numb from the constant high pressure if she had not kept raising herself on her toes now and then, releasing some of the pressure. But the exercise started to give her cramps in her feet and the calves of her legs, so she was standing on flat feet for longer times.
She had noticed how only the bullet shaped head of the dildo was inside her when she was fully on her toes, but if she was on flat feet, almost half the dildo was stuffed inside her, with the bullet brushing against her cervix. She tested that little sensation by sinking a little through her knees, which almost doubled the pressure of the fabric in her wedged crotch, but the cloth still did not break. And she sensed clearly how the rounded tip of the dildo started to press against her cervix at that depth. So she preferred to keep her legs straight and often fled to her toes when she could not bear the pressure anymore. And she noticed how all her movements kept her on her toes in another sense – she was still aroused, almost continuously close to another orgasm.