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A Daughter's Trials (Kylen x twisted)

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Kylen

Super-Earth
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Aug 16, 2010
They had been fighting. For as long as she could remember, they had always been fighting. One day though, he picked her up from school, and didn't drive home. "Your mother no longer wants us." he said, looking a little bit sad. If she would call her mother, she would get exactly those words, ringing of hate and pain.

Dan slowly drove them away from the town. It was a Friday, and his family had a cabin in a near by camping town, where he knew they could stay, and she could still get to classes every day. What his daughter wouldn't know, were his intentions. He blackmailed her mother, held several things over her to get that phone call, to get custody of her. His green eyes glinted, with a fairly fixed goal: He was going to make her his slave, punish her for even looking like her mother, punish her for being the thing that actually drove them apart.
 
Alex sat in the car, arms folded across her chest, glaring out the window. Her eyes were red from tears that she had mostly held back. How could her mother leave them like this? Leave her?

Her dad was taking her out to their cabin, away from the town. She appreciated it, glad to get away, even if it wasn't that far from home. Alex hoped that he father wouldn't make her go back to school right away.

Alex stood at 5'4", and was slim, but somewhat curvy. She had light brown short hair, and green eyes like her father, though she resembled her mother more all around.

As they pulled in the cabin driveway, she unbuckled her seat belt, picking up the back pack that she had brought.
 
The cabin was empty, and had a small fridge. What she didn't know was the basement had plenty of extra things, stuff he called on some local friends for. He gave her a hug as he got out and moved over, a reassuring one, one that told her everything was going to change, but be alright. "I'm sorry, Alex." he said softly in her hear, giving her hair a few strokes before letting go, so they could take their stuff inside.

In the fridge she'd mostly find water, and a few long lasting canned items. It was clear they'd have to go shopping soon, but not today. Her father would have disappeared somewhere after going in, leaving her at least some privacy at the moment.
 
Alex looked around the cabin, somewhat miserably. She kicked off her canvas high tops, and sat on the small couch, crossing her legs. She got her mp3 player out, and put her earbuds in, beginning to play some rather loud music.

She leaned back, closing her eyes, trying not to think about her mother.
 
Eyes closed, ears drowned in loud music, she wouldn't hear her father sneak up on her, giving her a small prick on the neck. Alex could feel her body start relaxing more, as if the music was washing all the tension in her body away. Soon, she would be out, and he would carry her downstairs. If she woke up at any time, she would find her limbs feeling too heavy to move, or that she couldn't move them as he stripped her of shirt and pants, leaving her in underwear and socks as he put leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles.
 
Alex woke up groggily. The last thing she remember was putting her music on in the cabin. She blinked, trying to look around. "Dad? Dad, are you there?" she called out. She tried to move, and could with some effort.

Realizing that she was wearing only her underwear, she began to panic. "Hello? Who's there!? What's going on!?"
 
She would soon clearly see him as he attached a spreader bar to her ankles, keeping them wide and apart as he chained her wrists together, looping and connecting it to a longer chain leading to the ceiling. Pressing a button on the cold, metal table she was on, she could feel it pull her up into the air and away from the table, now leaving her dangling by her arms, feet barely touching the floor. He didn't seem to answer her, but there was a quiet rage on his face.
 
At first Alex tried to struggle, but the pain in her shoulders soon began, and she stood on her toes, trying to relieve the pressure. She was breathing heavily, blushing from her lack of clothing.

"Dad? What are you doing?" she asked, quietly, somewhat frightened of the look on his face. "Let me down!"
 
He still said nothing at the moment, just looking over her body. "You look so much like her.." he said, almost a growl. "And as much as I love you...as much as I was okay with having a kid, she never wanted you." he continued, pulling out a whip, letting it unfurl to the floor. "I'm going to punish you...remove all ties between us...then I'm going to make you my slave....a proper punishment for the girl who drove us apart." he said, the whip suddenly lashing against her belly, before lashing again against her chest. "You are NOTHING!" he yelled. And it didn't seem as if he was trying to convince himself of this. It was as if he knew it, and was going to teach her it. Pausing after the second lash, he smirked. "Did your school teach you ANYTHING of the Slave Accords?"
 
Tears began to form in her eyes as Alex heard her father's words, and she began to tremble when she saw the whip. She stared at it, terrified. "...Dad... what are you doing?" she whispered.

Suddenly the whip hit her chest, and she screamed, jerking backwards. "Stop!" she yelled, sobbing from the pain as she was lashed a second time.

"Slave Accords? What are you talking about?" she asked, staring at him in fear.
 
He continued to smirk, letting the whip crack across her chest a few more times, her bra slowly degrading and starting to fall off of her. "They are laws...stating how, who, and when a person can be taken as a sex slave...and I recently used them to register you as MY slave." he growled, clearly enjoying how her breasts bounced with every hit, before he started tracking the strokes downward, back onto her belly. "As of yesterday, I am allowed to do what ever I wish to you."
 
Alex continued sobbing, letting out a scream every time the whip his her breasts and stomach. She blushed fiercely as her bra fall off, the pain even worse now that there was no fabric in between the lash and her sensitive skin.

She shook her head in denial, not wanting to believe his words, but knowing that they must be true. "Why, dad? Why did you do it?" she asked.
 
"Because it's your fault!" he said, bringing the whip across her mound and legs, slowly removing her panties from her as he tore into her with the whip. "Because you are worthless to me as a daughter. Because you are worthless as a person." he continued, the whipping stopping with her panties held onto her legs by bare threads, her body probably covered in long, thin red marks by now.
 
Alex was hanging by her wrists, unable to hold her weight on only her toes any longer. She was crying, not knowing how to handle these words from the last adult figure that she trusted. "Please, stop! What did I do?" she asked, helpless.

She felt her panties slip off her hips, and choked back a sob, mortified, now naked in front of her father.
 
He didn't answer her, gazing at her naked flesh, grinning as he put the whip away, rummaging through his tools for something else just as wicked. "You look like you mother...and maybe this is a little bit of spite and anger displacement." he said, pulling out some clamps, and slowly moving towards her. "Maybe it's something more..but as it stands, I can't see you as anything else any more...I see her every time and I just.." he growled, pinching her nipples with the clamp.
 
Alex jerked away from hip, yelling. "Ah! Take them off!" she yelled, beginning to cry again. "Please, just let me go!" she begged again, struggling in the chains.
 
"If I do that, someone else will just grab you up." he said, hand gripping her by the cunt, finger rubbing her lips and clit. "And if you keep talking like that to your master, I'm gonna have to do something really mean to you." he warned, that finger pressing into her tightness while he played with one of the clamps with the other hand, twisting and pulling on it.
 
Alex moaned as she felt him rub her sex, a finger pushing into her pussy. "Oh god, stop, please!" She whimpered, her head hanging. "How am I supposed to talk to you?" she asked, and cried out as she felt him twist and pull the clamp, trying to jerk away, yelling as that only made it worse.
 
"You call me Master." he started, still fingering her tight body, letting go of the clamp to squeeze the entirety of her breast. "Secondly, you always..ALWAYS ask what I want. What YOU want no longer matters." he growled, pinching her clit and pulling on it hard. "You are MY property, and nothing more. A warm body for me to fuck and use as I wish."
 
"Master...?" Alex repeated, shaking her head. She couldn't believe that this was happening. "Dad, please!" she begged, squirming. She moaned when he squeezed her breast, shrieking when he pinched and pulled her clit. "Stop!"
 
He pulled harder before letting it go suddenly, had swinging back and then forward, giving her a sharp slap to the cunt. "I am no longer your dad, I'm your master. Get it in that skull of yours." he growled, slapping her lower lips several more times, each one harder then the last. "Every time you seem to forget that...or haven't realized that, I'm going to punish you worse and worse." he said, grabbing her mound hard and tugging on it. "You understand me, trash?"
 
She squirmed and screamed as he slapped her pussy, crying. "Stop, please stop..." she begged.

"I understand, d- master." she said finally, glancing up at him, forcing the words out of her mouth. Her shoulders were aching horribly, and her whole body seemed to hurt.
 
Taking the clamps off her nipples, he never let go of her cunt as he let her lower down some, so she could 'stand' on her feet, which were still spread out as far as the bar could go. "Well, if you understand that." he said, going around behind her. "Then you would know that I'm gonna have to make sure I've shattered your spirit and put you back together." he said,squeezing her sensitive, whipped flesh from behind her.
 
Alex stood awkwardly on her spread legs, glad for the relief she felt in her arms and shoulders. She moaned as she felt his hands on her, trying to move away. "What do you mean?" she asked quietly, hesitant.
 
"You'll see." he said, finger sliding about inside her, just short of her virgin barrier as he pinched and pulled her mound, other hand squeezing and pulling on one of her breasts after undoing his fly. She would feel a hard heat against her rear, pressing against her back. It was clear what he was about it do, and it was clear nothing she could do would stop it.
 
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