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It wasn't long after Dad had a couple too many and wrapped his car around a tree that the will reading happened, but it felt like a lifetime. God damned burial preparations and a funeral and the like. I was the only one who really, truly knew my father, and I remember him saying on more than one occasion that his body could be made into glue for all he cared. "I don't give two shits," he would say with a bit of a drunken chuckle. "Pickle my cock and put it on display in a museum, that'll give the bitches some natural history to appreciate."

Dad used to say he had problems with women. "Not as in I have a problem, but as in they give me problems every time they open their fucking traps for something other than sucking cock. You know what that is, don'tcha son? Cause I sure as shit ain't fucking explaining it to you."

I think I was 10 or 11 at the time. He was a hard man, cold, but caring in his own rough sort of way. Not loving, he used to say love was "pussy bullshit", but he cared. Taught me how to fish and hunt and fight. Homeschooled me. Did all the parenting himself since Mom apparently died giving birth. Which was strange, because I could swear sometimes I had the earliest, vaguest memories of her. Dad brushed this off as nonsense.
"You never knew her, she was gone. And good fucking riddance to her," Dad would say sometimes over a plate of bacon. "More than a fair trade-off, it was." He used get a funny little glint in his eye and chuckle to himself when he said this. I tried asking why a few times, but he brushed it off. "When you're older, boy."

So when the neighbors (the closest of whom lived half a mile away through the woods) and drinking buddies and family members I'd never even met came to his funeral, all I could possibly feel was fucking angry with them. He wouldn't want all this. Wouldn't want you all to be so fucking solemn. It was the women who got under my skin the most. The weeping, sniffling women with their bleeding hearts, their fucking sympathy. I wanted to backhand every woman who came up to me looking despondent and offering their condolences. But I didn't. 

His anger had rubbed off on me. When someone talks about a group of people a certain way your whole life, I guess that tends to happen. Dad liked women when they were strippers, hookers, or in violent porn. That was about it. But he'd also taught me to be smart about it. "God damned...new age progressive types, son. When you've got a bitch of your own, God save you, you can't even smack her in public. Can't scream at her, tell her to shut the fuck up, none of it. Gotta sit there and take it and act like the dumb shit coming outta her mouth makes any sense. Do like I did with your mother. Treat 'em all nice and sweet and polite at first. These dumb sluts love a 'gentleman' type. If they think you give a shit about what they have to say and you respect them, well then, they'll fall right into your hands. Then you can start disciplining her. Make her into something halfway useful. Women need discipline. Act like you care long enough to get her involved, then scare her into never leaving."

It was a lot to take in, and it sounded confusing. Women weren't people, but you have to pretend they are for a certain amount of time, depending on how low their self-esteem is, before you can start shaping them to your will. "It'll all be worth it," he had assured me, "the first time you ever get real pissed off with your woman, hold it inside...then take her home and rape the shit out of her. Make her scream so loud the neighbors' dogs start barking!"

I had asked him what rape was, and he waved dismissively. "When you wanna fuck some dumb cunt, but she says no."
"What do you do?"
"Beat the shit out of her and fuck her anyway, obviously. Come on boy, ain't I taught you a thing? Much better than a regular fucking. Scratches an itch like nothing else."

Between that and my isolated life, I'd never had a girlfriend or anything before, but that suited me fine. Seemed like more trouble than they were worth.

And then there was the basement. The one thing my father absolutely REFUSED to show me, would get angry if I tried to go near it. He called it a workshop, but...sometimes noises came from down there. I couldn't quite place what they were, but they were disquieting. I used to have nightmares about what might be down there as a kid.

At the will-reading, the lawyer told me what I already knew, that he'd left everything to me, he'd made no secret of that...and one thing I didn't know.
"He had this letter written for you, sealed and stored in a safe deposit box. To be given to you in the event of his passing."

The entire drive home I was glancing over at it, wondering what it could be. Some "sorry for raising you the way I did, I really did love you?" shit like in the movies? No...no, that wouldn't be like him at all. Not what I want, either. I don't know what I want, but...

I pull into the driveway and get out of the car, walking in to meet my dog at the front door. "Spiiiiite, who's a good boy Spite? Who's a good boy?" The aging pitbull was the one thing in the world Dad would show naked affection for. Can't say I blame him. "Here you go, killer," I hand him a rawhide bone, which he merrily runs off into the living room to chew while I sit down at the kitchen table.

Definitely my dad's handwriting, small and simple.

EVAN

Heavier than a letter should be, if only slightly and...something small and hard.
There's something else in here.

I feel like a kid on Christmas while I tear the envelope open, and I'm not even sure why. I pull out the letter and glance at it for a second, surprised. Expected it to be longer...only three sentences.

Hey Kid,

Sorry I never let you near the basement, figured you might not understand 'til you're older. Well, seeing as how you're older now and I'm gone, I've decided to give you the key. There's a special surprise for you down there...do whatever you want with it

Dad

Slowly, hand shaking, I turn the envelope upside down. There's a dull metallic clang as the key falls onto the table. I'm staring at it, examining it, turning it over in my hands. "Why am I so anxious?" I say it out loud, and Spite looks up at me. He doesn't know either. "It's just a basement, right boy? I mean what could possibly be down there?"

I briefly think of Psycho and the mother's corpse in the fruit cellar, then laugh and shake my head. "Don't be a pussy."

Still, I hesitate and hold my breath for a moment between putting the key into the lock and turning it. The moment seems almost...sacred, somehow.

I open the door...to darkness. Wooden, unfinished staircase descending down, and a bare bulb above. Shelves with hardware on them to the sides of the steps. "I swear to God, if it's actually just a workshop..."

Somehow I know better. I close the door behind me and walk down the stairs carefully, taking in the aroma of the place. Smells like...sweat? Something earthy and human...musk. It's not pleasant. Then I turn the light switch on at the bottom of the stairs.

A dungeon. It's a fucking dungeon. A wooden St. Andrew's Cross with leather and ankle wrist restraints stand against one wall. A wooden horse  in the middle of the room, and something it looks like you were supposed to bend someone over. Two metal cuffs suspended from the ceiling by chains, a set of stocks, a tarp over a dog kennel, a bag of coal and a brazier, and long table lined with irons, knives, hammers, whips, gags...and sex toys. One wall is covered in what looked like polaroids. Home made porn of...of dad. And some girl...how old is she?

"Fuck..."

I hear a noise behind me and jump. The fucking kennel rattled. This is a horror movie. I'm in a horror movie and my dad was a serial killer and I'm about to die. Slowly, heart pounding, reach my hand forward...

Grab the blanket....exhale. Inhale...and rip it off

I let out a little yell.

Not of fear, just naked shock. There's a girl in there. A fucking girl. A bit younger than me, by the looks of it, dirty, all fucked up, but alive. Just...staring dumbly at me.

For a moment I just stand there.

"Wh...who the fuck are you?!"
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Re: From Father to Son (with the one and only Darkfantasygirl)
« Reply #1 on: May 15, 2020, 06:42:54 PM »
I've been in this place so long I barely notice time passing. It's an obscure concept to me, as are most things. Though, I do notice that it's unusual that my father hasn't been down to see me in a long time.

It's not like him. I know what his needs are like, and also that he only leaves me so much food and water between his visits, and that those have been gone for a little while.

This has never happened before. And it scares me to think that he might never come back. That I might die down here alone, covered in my own sweat wondering why I was finally abandoned. My last question in a life devoid of answers.

That is, until i hear the door being unlocked and heavy steps coming down the stairs. These are less confident than what I'm used to hearing and it automatically put me on edge. I dont even know why.

I sit up in my designated sleeping area before the light is turned on and blinds me. I only truly become confused when I see the person looking back at me, shocked and confused. Confused by me?

His presence scares me, only slightly reminding me of my father but still enough to scream that that is not him. And I hear his voice, strange. As it's the only one I've ever heard besides fathers and my own. I hardly know how to respond, just staring on in fear, not realizing that my state of dress was incredibly revealung.

A mesh tube top that did nothing to cover my breasts and a pair of pink underpants barely large enough to be considered a thong. Though, it's all the same to me. I've never really been dressed any other way.

And instead of answering this man's question, my anxiousness took over to make me ask, "Wheres my father?"

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« Reply #2 on: May 16, 2020, 06:04:51 PM »
For some reason, it almost surprises me that she can talk. Surprises me so much that it takes me a minute to register what she just said.

"YOUR father?" I get up in her face, and she recoils a bit. She seems afraid of me...but not as much as I'd expected. Her sense of personal space seems off, somehow. Broken. "Did you just say he was your father?"

I don't know what I'm feeling right now. Confusion? Disgust? Pity or fear? Anger? I grab one of the photos off the table and hold it in her face. "This man. Right here. That's your father?"

I know what she's going to say before she answers, but it was hard to accept...years. He'd had her locked up for years, for what? Her entire life? How long had he been-

I violently push that thought aside. That's not important right now.

I get a better look at her and I see a bit of myself in her...I recognize the traits she got from Dad. And the others, strange to me except in the vaguest ghost of a memory. The ones she must have gotten from Mom. It was all starting to come together.

So, she had died in childbirth. Just not with me.

And the sounds from the basement...

I really don't want to think about my dad fucking her. More out of a sense of it being gross than any moral objection. Then again...thin and battered as she is, she is hot, and barely dressed. Dad had picked her outfit well...I swallow a bit as I feel blood starting to go to my crotch.

Do whatever you want with it. That's what the letter had said.

Misogynist as I've been raised, this is blatantly sick...and illegal. I should call the police, shouldn't I?

Then again...who needs to know?

"Dad's dead. He was my dad, too. I'm...your brother. My name's Evan. He told me to..." I pause for a second. If she was raised this way, how much does she realize is wrong? Will she lose her shit if someone other than Dad tries to touch her? "to take care of you."

I hold out my hand. "Why don't you come out of there?"
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Re: From Father to Son (with the one and only Darkfantasygirl)
« Reply #3 on: May 17, 2020, 11:41:38 PM »
I seemed to have angered him, I think. It scares me because I've never seen a single other person before. I react fearfully when he shoves a picture of my dad in my face, but he already knows that's exactly who I'm talking about.

He only seems confused for a second, then deep in thought. Then telling me that dad's dead and I'm even more confused. That he was also his dad and hes supposed to take care of me.

Evan seems nice enough, holding his hand out. But theres still this dark pit in my stomach, the same as it was with dad, but I take his hand anyway.

"I dont understand..." as he pulls me firmly from the cage, a chain around my neck extending completely, only giving enough room to stand up straight. "Is he gone?"

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« Reply #4 on: May 18, 2020, 02:27:11 AM »
I make no effort to hide the fact that I'm checking her out. She must be used to it, and the way she's dressed...I look her up and down and lick my lips a bit before responding.

"Yeah. He's gone."

Part of me wants to just fuck her right away, tell her to get on her knees and suck my cock. But curiosity ends up winning out in the end.

"So, did you...like him? I mean-" What's the best way to probe her about this? The thought occurs to me that if this is all her life has been, she might just think it's normal. One way to find out...and see if she can't make me a little horny while she does it. "I want you to tell me exactly what he did to you. Was it bad?"
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« Reply #5 on: June 01, 2020, 12:32:49 AM »
I'm confused and wide eyed about what this man was trying to ask me. Did I like him? He was my father, so yes. What did he do to me? Normal stuff. At least, i think. Most of it didn't hurt too bad. But, I tried to give him what he wanted, "He did a lot of things to me... mostly with his dick... or... uhm... the ones in the room," I said, looking at some of the toys laying on the table next to the king size bed.

"I tried not to get punished, too. But, sometimes he just wanted to punish me... so he did." I was just trying to be as honest as possible, not caring that he was mostly looking at my tits. It was a bit more difficult to see through this fishnet top dad made me wear, but I had one bite mark scar on my right tit, beside my nipple, and a couple scars from whippings on them. "I'll respect you the same way I did him... i-if you want... now that he's gone..."

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« Reply #6 on: June 01, 2020, 02:18:45 AM »
I breathe hard and swallow, staring at her. She had no idea it wasn't normal. None at all. I take her by the arm and pull her gently, walking over to the bed and sitting her down on it. His dick...the way she just casually talked about it. I could pull it out right now and...

My cock is straining against my pants and I stand close to her, brushing the side of her face with my hand. Slowly, carefully, I reach down to touch one of her tits. Upon seeing she's not going to protest, I slip my hand under the fishnet shirt and grope her almost ferociously. Without even thinking, I've grabbed the back of her head and pulled it against my crotch, just wanting to grind on her face.

After a moment I stop and let her go, almost embarrassed. I don't want to seem too eager or like I'm new to this. I have to be the one in control here.

I clear my throat and unfasten my jeans, freeing my erect cock in front of her face.

"Well, here's my dick. Why don't you show me exactly how you...respected him?"
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« Reply #7 on: June 01, 2020, 07:03:42 AM »
His breathing changes as he slowly moves his hand across me and I smile when he massages one of my tits. It's super weird meeting a new person for the first time but I like how gentle and talkative he is. Then he quickly unhooks me from my chains and pulls me across the room to the bed and sits me down so now I look up at him.

I don't act scared but wasn't expecting it when he grabs my hair close to my scalp and pulls me face to face with his dick. My eyes get wide when I feel it's hardness nearly touching my face and I steady my breathing. It's okay, I tell myself. But then, if it was okay then why is my stomach tingling so bad. That always happened with dad, too though, and he said that was just me getting 'turned on' so he could put his dick in me.

So, I'm not so surprised that someone who knew my father might want to do the same. And it does makes us both feel good, so I rub my hands against his pants, not pushing back. I hear him tell me to show him how I respected dad and I nod, now working the buckles and buttons of his pants with my delicate fingers. Until I could pull them down and free his hard dick from his boxers.

I nearly gasp for a second, realizing that this dick is different. Thicker and longer, but also his hair isn't as white and I'm astonished. I grinned, eyes full of glee as I grab it at the base and swirl my tongue around the bottoms and sides of his dick, feeling every vein as I worship, not just suck, his dick. Even though we met less than an hour ago, just how I was trained to do. I kept licking and suckling, taking only his head into my mouth at first. I don't know why but I just wanted to give it all for him... make a good impression... and I wasn't sure why.

So I don't just lick his shaft up and down, I make sure to pay attention to his balls, too. Licking and kissing them, suckling on them until I just want his longer dick in my mouth. I was more curious than anything, and finally asked before I swallowed, "I never thought about it before... but are all dicks different?" Asking in all seriousness.

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« Reply #8 on: June 06, 2020, 01:26:46 AM »
She's much more receptive than I expected her to be. I guess I had figured she hated being down here, that dad was always forcing himself on her, but she seems...god damned excited to see my cock.

Then I gasp and clutch her hair as she starts licking and sucking it. I haven't ever gotten a blowjob before, the feeling is fucking amazing. My muscles tighten and I groan as a deep pleasure grows in me. She's really working it.

"Fuck, you're such a slut..." I mutter out loud. I just want to ram my cock into her throat.

Then, suddenly, she stops. She looks up at me and asks if all dicks are different. I stare at her for a second and can't help let out a sound kind of like a laugh. She really must not know much, having been down here her whole life...I'm close to cumming, and more than anything I just want to feel her warm, wet mouth around me again. But I humor her.

Don't want her to think I cum that quickly, anyway. "Yeah. Yeah, they are. Why?" I smack her cheek with it a little, pushing the tip against the corner of her mouth. "You like mine, little slut?"
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« Reply #9 on: June 06, 2020, 01:20:42 PM »
I know I don't know a whole lot, especially about the world up there. Honestly, dad never let me forget it... but the thing is I was never unhappy here, doing this to him... and I'm not unhappy doing this to Evan, either. It even makes me giggle when he asks if I like it. I nod, "Yeah, I do... it's..." I pause, "bigger... so I hope it doesn't hurt..." I say, assuming that he's here to do what dad used to do.

But, I can tell he wants back in my mouth, so I open wide and swallow him to the hilt, bobbing up slowly to get air when I need it. I look up to see if he's looking at me sucking on his dick. It's weird that I feel so close to him, already. And I know that part of it is what dad taught me, how to be polite and obedient and properly respect him so he isn't mean to me, but now I just want to do it. I don't know if I'm just trying to make him like me so much that he never wants to be mean to me like dad was, but Evan doesn't seem all that much like dad, even if he does look slightly like him.

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« Reply #10 on: June 12, 2020, 12:46:37 AM »
I love the way she looks up at me while she sucks my cock. She really was trained well, and to like it. Trained well by...

I push the thought aside. Don't want that coming in and ruining the orgasm. I grip her harder as I get close to cumming, not by her hair this time, but around the back of her skull. I move my hips in rhythm so that I'm essentially fucking her face, cock throbbing in her throat. "Oh fuck, fuck...you like that? Gonna cum, slut. Gonna cum right down your..."

I don't manage to finish my sentence before my orgasm overtakes me. I hold her head to my body, balls against her chin as I feel myself pump my load down her throat. She swallows every drop of it. I figured she would. "Fuck...good girl."

I let her head go and step back, a trail of her saliva running from her mouth to my cock. I'm almost embarrassed as I look down at her. "I...fuck. You're good at that,..."

I realize I never got her name. If she even has one. "You got a name? Or is it...just slut? Whore?" I'm trying to think of what my father might have named her, even trying to act a bit like him I suppose. Remembering his advice about women. I don't want her to think I'm soft.
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« Reply #11 on: June 12, 2020, 12:33:21 PM »
Sucking dick and swallowing cum have always been things that came naturally to me. I never really thought about if what dad did to me when i was younger was right or wrong, it was just what he taught me. It's what I've always done and so it's easy. It's even fun sometimes, when I have control over it. But it surprises me to hear Evan ask me what my name was. Slut? Whore? He might think I look confused but really I'm just thinking of all the things I've been called over the years. Slut and whore were two of them, definitely, as well as skank, hoe, and worthless garbage. But I think what dad called me the most, when he wasn't angry or horny, was just... girl.

And so, I said that as if that wasn't a sad thing to be called. "Girl." It just rolled off my tongue like I just didn't care. Because I didn't. Why would I? Some of the other things he called me sounded angry and awful. Girl was a fine name, even if I was never told that I had one.

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« Reply #12 on: June 12, 2020, 03:41:32 PM »
She seemed to think about it a long time before she answered me. Girl. So she doesn't have a name...

"Girl, huh? I mean, you know that's not really a..."

She's still just staring at me, bright-eyed. She's hard to read. The voice of my dad is somewhere in my head, saying it's because she's a woman and they're all like that, on one level or another. My common sense thinks it may have more to due with her being locked up in a basement her whole life.

I'm not sure if I should feel bad for her. Dad taught me all about women and how to use and abuse them, but this was a little...extreme. What did I think when I first came down here? Serial killer bunker, wasn't it?

"Ah, never mind." I put my cock away and clear my throat. Bastard didn't really leave any instructions for what to do with her. "You...eat, right?" I cringe. That was a stupid fucking question. Whatever. She's probably too feral to notice. But I'm thinking of how long it's been since Dad died, since she's been alone down here, and I start feeling that uncomfortable pang approaching guilt. "Must at least have a water bowl in your cage or something..."

I laugh a little and stroke her head, sitting down on the bed next to her. "I'm sorry, he didn't...leave a lot of instructions. I feel like I've just had a stray dog dumped on me."

I'm not really sure I meant to say that last part out loud and I look at her again, trying to see if the comment hurts her. I idly wonder if she even knows what a dog is. "Did he ever show you Spite?" My mind's jumping around too much, but she doesn't seem to care. Probably doesn't care too much about anything. Probably had it whipped and fucked out of her.
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« Reply #13 on: June 14, 2020, 08:24:09 PM »
Evan seems confused and worried to me, and I'm having a hard time understanding why. I know what my dad was. Not great but I found out a long time ago that my life was easier and less... pained... if I just pretend to be happy. I didn't always need to, but now I don't really know what I need to do. Evan seemed different. Like he might be kinder to me... but then I felt fear.

It took me this long to figure out why he looked so worried. And i looked away, "I know people up there won't like me." I pause, pretending to not see his eyes one me, still confused. "Dad always used to tell me that there was something wrong with me. That people up there would try to hurt me if I ever left here... He said they'd hurt me real bad if they found out what I was doing for him... will they hurt me for doing the same thing for you?" I looked down, "I mean... it's not like I hate it, or anything..." I say, wondering if, maybe, I might be lying to myself.

And my stomach growled. Dad did leave me rations for when he'd been gone a while, and I'd hardly noticed that I'd lost weight after my last ones ran out. It's weird that I've been so worried that he'd just forgot me that I could only think about the man I'd never seen before coming down to... claim me, I guess. And so I nod, "Yeah... I guess you scared me into forgetting that I eat..."

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« Reply #14 on: June 16, 2020, 10:56:07 PM »
Something wrong with her? People would hurt her? "Of course he did. Uhm..." I stare at her for a while, chewing the inside of my lip. Not sure how I should break this to her. "Well...we can talk more about that some other time. I think he would have let you upstairs more if I wasn't here. I guess he didn't want me to know about you until he was gone." I laugh a little. "I guess he wanted you all to himself."

I'm hoping he takes that as a compliment.

I hold out my hand to her to help her up. "Well, come on. Should get you something to eat before I do anything else with you. To you? I don't know. Never had a...sister?"

She seems nervous, unwilling. "Just for a second. Get something to eat, get some sunlight. Better look at you, see if you need bandages or anything. Then we can come back if you want...Spite will bark. He's the dog. But he won't hurt you. Okay?"

She still looks so sexy and vulnerable in her mesh top and thong...I wonder how often dad fucked her. More than once a day? I'll probably ask once she's feeling better

"Maybe a shower, too."
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