EroticReverie

Dear Diary,

Things are getting worse before they get better. And I’m honestly not sure if the getting better part will ever happen. 

Yesterday was difficult, but after Marcus was done. We went to his house again. 

His mother made us dinner and we hung out in his back yard again. It felt good to have a friend. Someone I could trust. 

Marcus hadn’t brought up what happened or asked me what happened before he found me.  Didn’t bring up the fact he hid me for my “shift” at the FFA building. 

When it was dark he had brought me home. 

My father had been outside when Marcus dropped me off. 

He said nothing to me as I had walked inside. Marcus also did not introduce himself. Which I didn’t care. Because he already knew my father wasn’t one of the good ones. 

“I’ll be dropping you off at school today” my father said as I came down stairs in a light pink knee length dress with a three quarter sleeved white cardigan and pink flats. 

“Where’s mom?” I ask. 

“Left early for work” he says and I nod. 

As I eat my breakfast at the table he sits reading his newspaper.  

“Who was the boy?” He asks. 

I lift my head and lick my lips of the yogurt on them. 

“The boy?” I ask. 

“The one that dropped you off yesterday.” He says. 

“Oh” I say and shake my head. 

“A friend.  He …he works at the FFA post” I say. 

“It’s not a good idea to date boys while you’re an ffa Lela” he says. 

“I’m not dating him” I say. 

He gives a disgruntled sound. 

“He looks at you like you are.” He says. 

“We’ll. I’m not” I say and lose my appetite. 

“He’s the same as all of them Lela. All males only want one thing.” He says. And i bite my tongue. 

“He sees that bracelet and thinks he can manipulate you” he says and I feel my lips tighten. 

“Marcus isn’t like that.” I say and he huffs a laugh. 

“That’s what he wants you to believe” he says. 

“He’s not like any of those guys!” I say defending the sweet boy who cleaned my legs and kept me hidden yesterday. The boy who only hugged me and didn’t try to touch me in any other way. 

“He's not like you!” I throw in and my fathers eyes flare and I shut my mouth.  So much for biting my tongue. 

“Like me?” He growls. 

“I know what you do.   You do it. You use women!” I say. 

His hand slams down on the table making me flinch. 

“I don’t USE any one. What I do is none of your god damned business and what I do is perfectly fucking legal under the law!” He yells. 

“Fuck the law!” I yell back and he shoots up. His chair knocking over as he rounds the table. 

I cower as his hand flies out. Grabbing me by the arm. 

“Ow!” I cry as his grip pinches me and he pulls me through the house. 

“Ow daddy!” I cry. “What are you doing!?” I whimper as he pulls me up the stairs my feet stumbling on the stairs as I follow. 

“Teaching you how the world fucking works Lela” he says as he kicks open my bedroom door and pulls me in. 

“I’m sorry” I cry. 

“What are you-“ I start to ask him again and am met with a smack across the face. 

Shock stuns me. My hand going to my cheek. Rubbing at the sting. 

“You won’t talk to me like that in my own home.” He growls and then pulls me and sits on my bed and throws me over his lap. 

I yelp and cry out. Pleading as he flips my dress up and grabs my panties. Yanking the fabric up.  Wedging it between my ass cheeks. 

“It’s nobody fault that you’re an FFA. THIS IS LIFE LELA.” He growls. 

“And I won’t be shamed by my own fucking daughter. In my own fucking home.  I don’t make the rules.  I follow them. And so will you!” He says and then his hand strikes my bottom. 

“Dad!” I yell as the pain licks my skin. 

His hand comes down on my ass again. 

“You need to learn how to fall in line. Need to learn how to hold your fucking tongue before it gets you into trouble” he growls and spanks my ass again. In the exact same spot. 

“The law is to protect.  And you’re ungrateful for your place.” He growls.  

His hand strikes me again. My foot kicking up as I cry out. 

“Sacrifices must be made for the greater good Lela” he says and rubs my ass.  His hand grabbing it now. Pushing it to the side. His thumb pushing over the fabric wedged in my ass. 

“Daddy” I cry. Begging as his touch turns into more than a punishment. 

He groans. 

“I was hoping you’d get chosen” he says quietly. So quiet I almost don’t hear.  I gasp at his words.  My heart shattering. Tears spilling down my cheeks. 

He yanks down my panties and I cry. 

“Daddy what are you-“ I’m cut enough with a Swift spanking. 

“I knew they would pick you”. He says. 

“Just like your sister.  You’re too pretty Lela” he says and I whimper as his fingers push over my pussy lips. 

“Daddy” I cry. “Please. Don’t do this” 

“You need to learn Lela. Need to learn your place in our world” he says and his finger slides down. 

His finds my clit and rubs it. 

“Need to learn that it’s not all bad” he says as his finger circles my clit and I squirm. 

“Need to learn that you belong to men now Lela” he says. 

“And need to learn how to behave and appreciate the role you’ve been given” he says. 

I close my eyes. Wincing as he keeps rubbing my clit. It shouldn’t feel good. It shouldn’t. 

“Need to learn that you and all other women, should be grateful for the opportunity to be a working part of this new history” he says and his finger slides up. 

It finds my center. 

“Your pussy feels grateful Lela” he says as he sinks a finger into me. 

“So why aren’t you?” He asks as his finger moves slowly and I gasp and cry.  Hating how gentle he is right now. Hating that as much as I want to scream and run. Hating that this is my fucking father putting me through this. Yet I feel it. I feel a pull low in my stomach. I feel heat flood between my legs and my walls pulse around his finger. 

“See?” He says as his finger slides out. 

“It’s not all bad Lela, is it?” He asks as his finger finds my clit and I gasp as I involuntarily move my hips into his touch. 

“Your pussy knows it’s role Lela” he says. 

“You will learn how to be a dedicated part of society.” He says.  

“You will serve your country Lela” he says and I  squirm as his finger moves over my clit and I let out a pathetic moan. 

“Some will be rough Lela. But not all.” He says as he pulls me up and then sits me on the bed and pushes me onto my back. 

I shake my head. “I’m your daughter” 

He shakes his head. “Not for the next seven years” he says as he spreads my legs and his eyes go down and he licks his lips. 

“For the next seven years you are government property….my property…..property to all men who want you” he says and reaches between my legs. 

“I’m gentle Lela. I don’t hurt the women I take part in FFA with” he says. 

“They are willing to do their part.  And I reward them with my gratitude” he says. 

He leans down and his eyes still on my pussy. 

“What are you doing” I ask shakily as his mouth comes closer and closer. 

“Showing you my gratitude Lela” he says and his tongue starts at my sore hole and drags slowly up along my cunt as I gasp and bite my lip as his tongue pushes over my clit. 

“You seem like you’ve been working hard these past few days. And I want to make you understand that it CAN be good. That it won’t always be bad.  That you enjoy this just as much as we do” he says and licks my clit again and I groan and turn my head closing my eyes tight. 

When my legs go to snap shut. He pushes them back open. 

“Let me show you how good it can feel Lela” he says and kisses my clit and I whimper. 

I inhale sharply when he sucks my clit into his mouth and I let out a cry. It shouldn’t feel good.  It shouldn’t feel this good at all. 

But he was being so gentle. His tongue was soft. So unlike the men who’d abused me the past two days. 

“You will be the best of them Lela. You will make your family proud” he says and licks my clit again.  And again. Producing soft gasps from my mouth and tiny moans as I feel my hips lips to his mouth and he groans. 

“See?” He says. 

“It’s not just for our pleasure Lela. It’s for yours too” he says. 

I can’t even speak.  I can’t object. Even if I wanted to. There were no laws against incest when it came to FFA. The law was, that anyone, anyone at all could use the services a FFA provided. 

And part of me. Didn’t want to.  Because what he was doing.  Felt good. It felt so much better than what the other guys had done to me. 

“Dad” I gasp when a finger slides into me slowly. His tongue still licking up over my clit. 

“Just behave Lela” he says. 

“Let me help you learn how to submit”

“Let me help you learn how to enjoy your time serving” he says and I let out a tiny moan. 

“Does it feel good Lela? My tongue here…licking your clit?” He asks and I whimper not wanting to answer. 

He kisses my clit and pumps his finger so slowly.  Curling inside of me and I gasp when I feel him touch a spot inside of me and I let out another whimper. 

“Does it feel good like this Lela? Does it feel good having me show you how grateful I am for you and all women like you?” He asks and I groan as his tongue keeps licking. 

“Are you going to show me how much you enjoy this Lela? Are you going to cum?” He groans. 

“Are you going to cum for your father Lela?”