{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"b14531a8-2867-4843-bd85-c99c9ec29adb","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2023-06-27T04:40:22.527Z","title":"Easter Bunny","slug":"easter-bunny","shortId":"XP4e2pyH","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":"All characters are eighteen or older. The events depicted are fictional and should stay that way.","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"This sweetheart dad's lovely daughter has been waiting for the right moment to destroy him. This story is DARK. DAAAARK.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"d07b8d35-c18b-473c-8433-1d3219213e07","title":null,"summary":"Easter BunnyBoyd entered his home, dressed in his standard business\nsuit, holding his briefcase. As ","wordCount":1766,"readTime":9,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

Easter Bunny

Boyd entered his home, dressed in his standard business\nsuit, holding his briefcase. As he did every weekday at 6:30PM. He stood in the\nentryway after quietly closing his front door, and simply waited for over a\nminute. This pause was not something he did every weekday at 6:30PM.

He stepped over to the shelf near the floor where he\ndeposited his shoes every day. But his steps were slow, deliberate. As though\nhe was concentrating on how to walk. That was not something he did every day,\nindeed, was not something he’d ever done before on coming home from work.

He put his shoes in their spot. Next to them was the space\nfor his briefcase, as always. He paused again. Then turned towards that spot,\nand placed the briefcase there gently.

This had him positioned facing the door. As he turned around\nto begin to enter his home, she was there grinning . He began crying\nimmediately. She pointedly laughed, standing with hand on hip, her yellow latex\noutfit tightly wrapped around her thighs, tummy, shoulders and arms—leaving her\ntits and pussy free for viewing. In her other hand she held a long crop, which\nshe now lifted up to his face from her stance several feet away from him.

“Why are you cryyyying?” she asked in mock concern, slapping\nhis face sharply with the crop. “Did daddycuntslave think daddycuntslave was\njust dweeeeaming last night?”

“Darla please,” he cried between heaving sobs. Now she hit\nhis face with the crop hard enough he clearly would have to explain the bruise\ntomorrow.

“What the FUCK did you call me, cuntface?”

“Yesterday was, that wasn’t, you can’t mean…”

She slapped him even harder in the same spot. “I can do this\nall night, you know I can dad.”

He held his face with his hand where she had hurt him. He\ntook a breath and said what she demanded to hear. “O Daughter and Master of My\nCock, This daddycuntslave dishonors her Breathlessly Beautiful Tits and Almighty\nPussy, by begging to speak.”

“Nice!” she exclaimed. “You’ve been practicing. Go ahead.”

“I will never tell anyone what you did to me yesterday,” he\nbegan, “but you can’t… we can’t…”

“Shut the fuck up.”

He did in fact shut the fuck up. She had the pictures from\nlast night. She had managed after long efforts which hurt him a great deal to\nforce him to smile, while she pretended to cry. If she decided he was no longer\nworth toying with, his next destination would be to jail, framed for raping his\nown daughter.

“Raping his own daughter” was a particularly backwards way\nto describe what had actually happened.

“In uniform,” she said. He hesitated, and she now did walk\nup to him, grasp his shirt in both hands, and rip it open, ruining it. “In\nfucking uniform cuntslave. God you’re fat.”

He wheezed his despair as he removed his shirt. Cried, “please\nno no,”, answered only by the crop on various parts of him, as he removed his\npants. He wailed in front of his daughter as, at her “encouragement,” he\nremoved his socks and underwear, standing naked in front of her.

“God damn dad, even worse than I remembered.”

His face burned.

She reached down and stroked his cock. He squealed again,\nwhimpering like a kicked dog. He knew not to speak. Grinning up at him—her head\ncame about to his shoulders—she whispered “Getting hard again, daddy cuntslave?”\nHe was, and she now squeezed his testicles until he yelled. Only then did she\nback away, landing a few blows across his body as she did.

“Well, get the uniform,” she said.

He reached down to his briefcase, his daughter continuing to\nrain her stinging crop slaps down on him as he did so. He opened it, and from a\nside compartment, removed an old pair of bunny ears. He placed them on his\nhead.

“Now hop!” she laughed. “Straight down stairs!” and, crying ‘hoppity”\nwith every hop, he did exactly what he was told.

As he carefully hopped down the stairs into the basement his\nawareness flashed back to the night before. Darla, visiting from her dorm room\nacross town, hugging him affectionately and passing him drink after drink, then\nshowing him the bunny ears, introducing the game they play at college, hopping\nas fast as they can from one end of the room to the other with their hands cuffed\nand feet tied together, him thinking it weird but always being a sweetheart to\nhis beautiful daughter, agreeing to play, her going first, hopping across the\nroom in ten seconds, him going next, feeling the cuffs go around his wrists, his\nfeet become inseparable, and he stands against one wall while Darla laughs and\nlaughs, and he grins foolishly as he begins to hop and she immediately pushes\nhim over and begins cutting off his clothes.

At one point in the horrors that followed he begged her to\ntell him why she was so angry at him and as she continued to invade his asshole\nwith god knows what she whispered in his ear, “Nothing at all, you were an ideal\nfather, daddycunt. I always knew you loved me, and I knew I could depend on you,\nyou disgusting fat filthy mancunt.” He understood that she meant it. He had\ndone nothing wrong. She had simply dropped what he now knew to be some kind of\ndeep pretense. Had taken her moment to strike. And now she was his daughter\nmaster with breathtakingly beautiful tits and her almighty cunt, and he was\nnothing to her. He came to realize this while sobbing in a panic while she raped\nhis ass with her strap-on.

Now in the present they were back in the basement, where she’d\nforced him to go last night. She didn’t have to force him to lay on the heavy\noak table, nor to submit as she tied his torso down, his legs tied ridiculously\nsplaying up into the air and bent back over his chest. She had won completely\nwith her little pretend rape picture gambit. He could see no way out.

She spent hours alternatively whipping his balls, biting his\nnipples, teasing his cock, pissing on him, shoving things in his ass and so on.\nThere was no end to her appetite, it was clear she could go on all night,\nperhaps for days. All the while she reminded him of how fat he was, how disgustingly\nhairy, how his dick was comical, how he smelled bad, how he was pitiful for\nletting her overpower him. Ruthlessly mocking him and punishing him for continually\ngetting hard, despite himself, whenever she did anything remotely sexual to\neither herself or him.

She stopped to go upstairs for a few minutes, he supposed\nfor water and perhaps a bit of food for herself—none for him at the house, ever\never again. Before leaving she had taken him off the table and left him cruelly\nand severely strappadoed in the middle of the basement floor, his arms raised\nup behind his back to a degree of agony that felt like the prelude to his arms\nripping out of his socket. He screamed at his highest pitch begging her not to\nleave as she left. When she did come back she left him there still for a long\ntime, whipping his legs and ass, and repeatedly letting tight weighted clamps\ntug and pull and ultimately fall off his nipples, over and over. She seemed to\nfind his continuous screams satisfying.

Finally she let his arms down and he collapsed to the floor.\nShe pushed him onto his back with her heel, and stood straddling him. As he\nheld his shoulders in his hands weeping in agony she got down to her knees,\nstill straddling him. “Okay cunt slave, time for you to pop my cherry.”

Even through the agony he was suffering he had the wherewithal\nto try to scoot away. “What? No!” he cried. “I can’t do that, please don’t make\nme do that Daughter Master of my Cock!” he babbled. She simply looked down\ngrinning at his fully erect penis.

“Your little plaything seems to disagree with you” she said\nwinking coyly.

“No I don’t want this!” he yelled as she began rubbing her\npussy against his cock. His daughter’s pussy, his cock, her completely in\ncontrol, him in agony he could never have imagined, physical and spiritual.

“I’m just kidding,” she said and he had the foolish gall to\nstart to be relieved at her withdrawal of the imminent gift of her pussy. She\nslapped him. “I’m not actually a virgin of course, obviously.” Then she began\npushing her wet cunt onto her daddy cuntslave’s dick.

She laughed while he blubbered. “You’re already so gross,\ncrying like that makes it even worse.”

He yelled. “IF I’M SO DISGUSTING WHY ARE YOU FUCCKKINNG\nMEEEHHEEEEE?”

She didn’t say anything for a bit, just working on her own\npleasure as she used his plaything like a sex toy. He involuntarily thrust once\nor twice and she grinned, “You KNOW what I’ll fucking do to you if you cum,”\nshe said.

He had no idea what she would do, and did not care to\nimagine much less experience it.

Finally she began to tense up. “So I’m fucking you,” she\nsaid, her quivering becoming more intense, “and I hate,” shudder, “fucking you you\ndisgusting…” quake, “retarded bitch,” a tensing, a freezing. “But I know…\nggahaaaa!” and she was lost for a few seconds. Finally she breathed and looked him\nin the eyes again. “I know that hurt you more than anything else I’ve done to\nyou yet, and that makes it worth it.”

He sniffled and nodded his understanding. “Yeah?” she\ngrinned. “You get it?” He just kept nodding, barely aware he was even doing it.

“Now I’m going to hurt you even more,” she said. And she\nstarted pumping again. He realized what she was going to do.

“Fuck me,” she said. “I don’t get up until you put your\ndisgusting little babies inside me, DADDY,” she said into his ear. As he began\nthrusting upwards, whispering “please stop,” she continued.

“I mean don’t worry,” she said lustily, “I’ll kill any of\nyour babies that actually take root.” She now bent down while fucking him and\nbegan licking his nipples. “Gross you’re salty dad,” she said, grimacing, but\ncontinuing.

As he came into her pussy, she bit his nipple so that his\nscream was as much of actual pain as it was of pleasure and spiritual torment.

She grinned at him. “Good for you?” as she slowly removed\nherself from his cock, then scooted up, placing her pussy directly over his\nface.

After using his face as a cleaning rag, she returned her\nface to his, and kissed him, deeply, not as a gesture of love but of mastery.\nHe made no move to resist whatsoever. Having finished with this final bit of\nfun, she got up and went to the stairs. “Lights on or off?” she asked as though\ndoing him a favor. He said nothing.

“Off then,” she said, and left him there on the concrete floor\nto sleep as best he could, in pitch darkness. He fell asleep finally to the\nsound of her girlfriends having a cute little girls night. He could have easily\nshouted and been “rescued,” but what then?

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He fell asleep, his fat hairy body resting on a hard floor\nslick with his various juices, snoring like a pig.

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