Kept Prisoner in Daddy’s Bed
Attempting Escape from This Shit Town
Morgan
This town sucked. There was nothing for me here. How could I feel like I was at a dead end when I was only 20? I graduated high school last year, and with no college in town, and piss-poor grades to get a scholarship to go somewhere else, I was stuck trying to find a job here with just my diploma. I’d searched for the past year with no luck.
Okay, maybe I was too picky. But I didn’t want to be stuck in a dollar store job for the rest of my life! I needed something besides a brain-numbing retail job to give me purpose. Other girls in my class either went away to school, or got married and were working on babies. That wouldn’t be a bad option, but when it came to guys in this town, it was slim pickings. All the boys I went to school with were idiots, losers, or taken. None of them were worth the bother, but maybe in the big city I’d find someone worth dating. Someone who was big and strong, like my daddy, who could take care of me like I deserved.
I sighed, and pushed my dinner around on my plate. Daddy raised an eyebrow, and dropped the car mag he’d been reading.
“What’s got you so down, baby?”
I sighed again. Dramatic, I know, but this town really did suck. I shoved my almost empty plate away in a huff.
“I hate it here, Daddy. I want to go somewhere where I can either find a decent job or find a decent man to wife me up. This town’s got nothing.”
Daddy’s ridiculously handsome face struggled not to smile. “Maybe you’re not looking in the right place. What you need might be right under your nose.”
I rolled my eyes and dropped my head to my folded arms on the table. Then I had an idea and popped my head up.
“Will you loan me money to take a bus to Lawrencetown and maybe some rent money? I’m sure I can find a job or a man there in no time!”
Daddy bit his lip. He was trying not to laugh, and it was pissing me off.
“No, baby, but I have something else in mind for you. You just need to be patient.”
Patience was not my strong suit.
“But I’m bored! I need work or a baby, either one will do. Come on, Daddy! Help a girl out!”
Now he did laugh, and I walked away from the table, slamming my bedroom door behind me.
Jonas
Morgan had no idea what I had planned. She wasn’t wrong about this town offering few opportunities. She didn’t have any skills for a job that wasn’t retail, and I knew she wasn’t interested in boys her age. What she needed was a mature man who would love her, take care of her, and breed her. A house full of kids would keep her busy enough, and she had a natural affinity for children. I’d seen it when she was around my sister’s kids, and that’s what gave me this idea. Morgan’s mom hadn’t been in the picture since she was five. She ran off with a business owner from the city, chasing a more exciting life and leaving me and Morgan in the dust. I wondered if Morgan was hoping to find her mom there.
I’d thought about whether I knew anyone I could set Morgan up with. Anyone would be lucky to have her. She’d grown into a sexy, curvy woman, though she wasn’t always acting like one. He’d have to be someone I trusted with my greatest treasure, who would treat her like I did, like she was everything to him. The only person I could think of like that, though, was me.
And why shouldn’t it be me? Guaranteed I wouldn’t ever step out on her with another woman, or leave her. Morgan was my whole focus in life since she was born, and I hadn’t even dated since her mom left. I just had to expand her role in my life to include lover and baby momma.
I knew she wouldn’t get on board willingly, at least not at first. I was hoping to make her come so often, she’d be too cock-drunk to think about leaving. To do that, she’d have to be stuck here with me for a while, until I could work my magic on her pussy. For sure, she’d stay once she knew she was pregnant.
I’d been saving up annual leave at work for the last year, since I’d started kicking this idea around, and this weekend would be the launch date. I had up to six weeks to knock her up and make her realize she couldn’t live without my dick. Every time I thought about it, I got so hard I had to rub one out. I couldn’t wait to get her curvy little body naked. Everything was ready, just one more day of work, and Friday night I’d be tying her to my bed.
Morgan
Daddy had no sympathy for my situation at all. I thought he loved me! What the heck did he have in mind? I bet it was a terrible sounding job at his office. Accounting. Shoot me. That wasn’t what I wanted for my life at all. I kicked a pillow around my room, getting my frustrations out on anything that wasn’t breakable. Even Mr. Wiggles, the hippo stuffy I’d had since I was three, wasn’t safe from my anger. I tossed him against the wall, then freaked out when I thought I saw a stray fluff pop out of him. Damn it, Morgan! Mr. Wiggles didn’t deserve that.
I poked through the tin on my dresser, and counted out all the money I had left. All my birthday and Christmas cash from Daddy and Aunt Jennie was in there. There used to be more, but I really wanted this expensive pink bracelet I saw at the mall, and bought it only to have the clasp break within a week. See? Everything in this town sucked.
There was $85 in that tin. Maybe it would be enough for a bus ticket, and I’d figure out where to stay once I got there. I would ask Daddy for a ride, but I knew he’d say no. I shoved the money in my wallet, and put together a backpack of clothes. I didn’t need a ton. I was sure I’d do great, and I could come back for more stuff once I was raking in cash. That would show Daddy. I’d be making more than him in no time. I set the bag on the floor, ready to take tomorrow. I got into a nightie, flopped on my bed, and doom-scrolled until I fell asleep.
The next morning, I got dressed in leggings and a t-shirt, grabbed my backpack and went downstairs. Daddy always made me breakfast in the morning, so I had to get up early even though I could technically sleep in. Daddy was in a really good mood this morning, flipping eggs and whistling a happy tune. I hoped I wasn’t going to ruin his mood with my news.
“Daddy, I’m going to the city today.”
He stopped whistling, and his eyebrows shot up.
“No, you aren’t, baby. I told you to be patient.”
I shook my head, my dark hair whipping around my face. “No, Daddy. I’m done being patient. I have enough money for the bus, so you don’t even have to drive me. I’ve made my mind up. I need to go and be an independent woman.”
I sat down, and grabbed my fork, ready for my breakfast that might be my last meal at home. Daddy turned back to the stove, and slid the eggs onto the plates on the counter. He brought a plate over to me, and sat down at the table, fixing me with a serious look. He could give me all the looks he wanted; I’d made my mind up.
“Baby, what are you going to do when you get there? I know you don’t have enough money to live off of. Will you live on the streets?”
I gave him a tight smile. “I wouldn’t have to if you’d pay for an apartment for me. But you said no, so…”
He sat back and looked thoughtful. Then he got up and left the room. My shoulders slumped. Part of me hoped he’d either help me out or fight harder for me to stay. I loved him, and didn’t really want to leave him, but a girl had to grow up sometime, and I was wasting away here.
Daddy came back, and started making a smoothie without saying a word to me. I ate up my breakfast, and checked the weather on my phone. Daddy set the smoothie in front of me, and I drank it without looking at him. If he wasn’t going to talk to me, then fine. I wouldn’t talk either. This wasn’t how I wanted to leave things, but he started it. I downed the smoothie, and watched a few funny videos on my phone. I wasn’t really in a hurry to leave, and I didn’t want to go before Daddy left for work. I hoped he’d at least give me a hug before we parted. I looked up at him, and he was watching me, quiet and serious. It was a bit strange, but I was feeling odd, too. Sleepy and heavy limbed. Maybe I’d just take a nap here at the table before leaving to the bus station…
Tying Up My Baby
Jonas
That was faster than I’d expected. I’d had the dose ready for tonight, but it seemed my timeline had been moved up. Once she was out, I called work and told them I had to take a sick day before my annual leave. They were really easy going there, and I’d been working at that office for so long, it was no issue to get an extra day. I picked up my girl and carried her upstairs to my bed. I laid her out in the middle, so soft and relaxed, her chocolate brown hair fanned out around her pretty face. I just looked at her for a few minutes, before reaching behind the headboard for the ropes that were attached there. I wrapped the soft rope around her wrists, making gentle knots. Then I did the same with her ankles, running the ropes up her legs to leave her spread with her knees up. Once I cut her clothes away, she’d be open and ready for me.
I sat by her until she started to stir, and it didn’t take long. Her eyes fluttered open, and in her foggy state, she didn’t realize her predicament right away. Her head lifted, but the ropes prevented any more movement than that.
“Daddy, what’s going on? Did I fall asleep?” My poor baby’s voice was rough, and she hadn’t noticed the ropes yet.
“Yes, baby. You fell asleep. Your body knew that leaving wasn’t the right option for you.”
Her head thunked back down to the pillow and she blinked a few times, clearing the fog. Then she tried to sit up and failed. At last, she looked around, noticed the position she was in, and pulled against her bound wrists.
“Daddy? What’s happening? Am I tied up?”
I shifted closer and stroked her hair, smoothing it back from her face. “Yes, baby. I had to tie you up in my bed. I told you I had a plan for you. Are you feeling awake enough to hear it?”
Her eyes widened, and she gulped. “Why am I tied up? What plan?”
“I know what you need, baby girl. You said it yourself. You need a man to take care of you and give you babies. But, baby, no man out there is good enough for you. Daddy has to take that role. I’m the only one I trust with my baby.”
She didn’t move a muscle or even blink for several long moments. “Come again?”
I bit back a smile. “Daddy’s going to take care of you from now on, and give you as many babies as you can handle. But I know you’ll need some time to get used to that idea. That’s why you’re tied up. Once I know you won’t try to leave again, I’ll release you.”
She shook her head. “Daddy, that’s not right. You’re my dad, you can’t be doing that. Can we talk about this like two grown adults?”
Aww, she thought this was negotiable. Cute.
“It’s right if I say it is. Think about it, baby, you can have everything you want right here, with me. I’m not going to debate the issue. This is how it’s going to be. It’s up to you how long it takes you to accept it. Let’s start with getting your clothes off, and I’ll show you how good I can make you feel.”
I reached for a pair of surgical scissors with blunted tips, and panic bloomed in her eyes. She pulled at the ropes, then thrashed as much as she could in her confined state. None of that deterred me from cutting up the sides of her shirt.
“Settle down, Morgan. I don’t want to catch your skin.”
She stilled, but her wide eyes followed every move I made. I pulled the pieces of t-shirt away, exposing her bare breasts. They were perfect. Round little apples that just begged for my lips and teeth. I wanted her naked first, though, and started on her leggings, cutting up the sides, catching her panties, too. She was quiet at first, but when I went to tug her sliced up pants off, she thrashed again, and begged so pitifully, if I was less of a bastard, I might have paused what I was doing.
“Please don’t do this, Daddy.”
The pieces of her leggings and panties slid out from under her, revealing her perfect little pink pussy. I stopped to gaze upon it for a bit. I’d thought about this moment for a long time, and now she was laid out in front of me at my mercy, like a gourmet feast. When I checked her expression, her frightened look spurred me to start on my strategy of getting her warmed up for me.
I crawled up her body, caging her in with my arms on either side of her. I kissed her cheek, and she tried to turn away. I kissed down the side of her neck instead, nibbling on her throat where it met her shoulder. I left little hickeys where I went, sucking and nipping, travelling around her collarbones and up her throat to her chin. I pulled her face towards me, and kissed her lips, softly at first, running my tongue along the squeezed tight seam of her lips. She jerked her lips away from mine, fighting to turn her head, but I followed, kissing the corner of her lips and working my way back to trying to get her to open to my probing. She whimpered, and kept her mouth shut tight. That was alright, she’d open to me soon enough.
I kissed down her neck again, making little marks with my lips and teeth as I went, until I reached her nipples. She sucked in a breath when I lathed around her nipple with the flat of my tongue. A few flicks of my tongue at the tip of her nipple, and it hardened, puckering up so I could suck it in, pulling hard and nipping at it until she started to respond with small gasps. I cupped her other breast with my hand, squeezing in until my fingers were working her nipple to a stiff peak. I changed sides, wetting and worshipping her tits until she started to shift about, arching her back to feed more into my mouth. My girl like nipple play… noted.
I worked down her body with my mouth, leaving a wet trail of marks to her thighs. I sucked in each soft inner thigh, then moved in to her pussy, spreading her labia with my fingers to lay her secrets open to my gaze and tongue. I licked up her folds, savoring the sweet-tart flavor of my baby girl. She moaned, pushing her hips to urge me to her clit.
“Patience, baby, I’ll get to your little button. Daddy needs to taste you all over your pussy first.” I sucked in each inner lip, and dipped my tongue in her core, but she was impatient for more.
“Daddy, please…” she whined, but she couldn’t spell out what she wanted. That was okay, I knew what she wanted and needed and I was going to give it to her. I licked at her clit, and she breathed out heavily, her sounds turning to loud moans when I sucked it in and worked at it with my tongue. Her hips jerked up, eager for more, so I kept working at it while easing my finger into her opening. She was wet, her juices coating her folds, and it wasn’t hard to get the tip of my finger in. That was all it took to set her off. She screamed and came, jittering and shaking, her pussy squeezing my finger as I pushed it in deeper, her cream coating my hand.
When she was done, and collapsed back into the bed, I wiped my chin and crawled back up her body.
“See, baby, Daddy can make you feel good.”
She nodded reluctantly, but when I kissed her again, she opened her lips and let my tongue in. I swept my tongue against hers, encouraging her to kiss me back, but that was a bit too much for her, and she pulled away again.
“What are you going to do to me, Daddy?”
“I’m going to take your cherry now, baby. I told you I’m going to breed you, and we’ll be starting that right now. Just relax and Daddy will take care of everything.”
I got up and pulled my clothes off. I wanted to feel her skin against mine, with no barriers between us. I lay on top again, and fisted my cock, lining up the tip with her virgin opening. A whimper drew my eyes back up to her face. My poor baby looked terrified.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you baby?”
She nodded, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.
“It’s going to hurt this first time, but I’ll make it quick. It’ll get better after that, and after a bit it’ll only feel good, I promise. Will you be brave and take Daddy’s cock?”
She took in a shuddering breath and nodded. I pushed in until the wide head of my cock was notched in her entrance, then thrust hard, making my way into her untried channel and tearing through her hymen. She cried out, her muscles working to try to gather in her arms and legs, but the ropes kept her open and exposed.
“Shh, shh, shh, it’s over now, baby. That’s the worst part. You’re a woman now, and Daddy is so proud to be your first.”
I pulled out, taking a look at my bloody cock with a twang of pride. I started a steady rhythm of long, deep thrusts, penetrating her innocent cunt with my cock until I felt her cervix stop me from going further. I pushed in a bit more each time, though, until I was able to fill her all the way to the base of my cock, choked in her tight sheath. Each stroke was heaven, and I had to hold back from blowing my load right away. I wanted to savor this, enjoy her first fucking by drawing it out. Her cries quieted down, and she just sniffled and lay there, taking my cock like a champ. I fucked her for a long time, but I wanted her to get off, too. I reached for her clit, and strummed it while I filled her. She drew in a quick breath, and soon was working her hips against me, trying to get more of me inside her. When she came, I swallowed her moans with my lips on hers, wanting all of her to myself, even her sexy sounds. A few more strokes, and I came, her squeezing pussy drawing my orgasm from me whether I wanted to come or not. My hips stuttered, and I filled her up with my cum, driving it right up into her womb. Fuck, I hoped it would take. The sooner I got my baby girl pregnant with my baby, the sooner she’d accept staying here with me. I collapsed on her, kissing her neck while our sweat cooled.
Morgan
Daddy took my virginity. My own father was the first cock I’d every had. He was even the first kiss I’d ever had. My heaving breaths from the orgasm he made me have while he fucked me took a while to calm down. Daddy was resting on me, sweaty and tired from pounding into my poor, aching pussy. I was so close to getting out of this town, and now I’d be stuck here, tied to a bed and made to have mind-blowing orgasms. Okay, that part wasn’t so bad, but it was wrong. I shouldn’t have got off on my own dad pumping his dick inside me. Now his cum was inside, working its way up to my uterus, wriggling around my egg to make a baby. I mean, I did want a baby, but not with my own dad! I wanted to meet somebody, someone better than the losers that were my age. Maybe somebody more mature, who would take care of me and love me. Like Daddy loved me and took care of me. Shit. Was I looking for someone like Daddy?
He lifted off me, and went to get a warm washcloth, gently wiping off my sweat and the cum between my legs. I couldn’t even look at him. My thoughts and feelings were so confused. He lay down next to me afterwards, pulling a blanket over us as he spooned against my side, stroking my tits and playing with my nipples. It was sweet and comforting. But… I steeled myself against enjoying it. It was wrong. It was Daddy, and he tied me up. Probably drugged me too. I had a right to be mad about it all.
“Morgan, I’m going to give you the best life you can imagine. I know you must be angry with me right now, but you’ll see. This is the best thing for you. The city is no place for you, and no one else would take care of you like I will. Like I have.”
He kissed my cheek, and tried to turn my head to kiss my lips next, but I didn’t want to give in. I turned away, and he sighed, and just lay there, keeping my nipples hard under his fingers. I tried to ignore it, but it just felt so nice. I stared at the ceiling, and thought about escape. He’d have to let me up sometime to go to the toilet. I’d make a run for it then. Hopefully my backpack was still downstairs and I could snatch it and run. Of course, I’d need to get dressed ASAP. I couldn’t run through our neighborhood naked with cum running down my leg. This plan needed work, but I figured I had plenty of time to sort out the logistics while tied up here. There was nothing better to do.
A little while later, Daddy got up and locked the door from the inside. He’d installed a number keypad lock, obviously to keep me in. That was a hurdle I hadn’t expected. He untied me and rubbed my wrists and ankles, then let me go to his adjoined bathroom. He stood there while I peed, though, watching over me. When I was done, he tied me back up again. I didn’t bother fighting. There was no way out of the room, and the window was too high to jump out of. I’d have to wait for him to slip up and not lock that door. Not that there was any hurry. Daddy was already starting to touch my pussy again, and I could just let him give me one more orgasm, right? Or a few?
Breeding Morgan Till She Gives In
Jonas
I fucked her again before bed, then again in the morning. Each time, I made sure my baby girl came hard on my cock. I could tell she was trying to resist enjoying it, but I knew what I was doing, and I had a feeling she just felt obligated to fight it. She needed to accept that it was inevitable, and let herself come without guilt. I saw her watch me use the lock, and ensured she didn’t see me enter the code. She wasn’t as sneaky as she thought. Every thought she had was broadcast on her honest face. She never could lie for shit, which made parenting her really easy.
By the end of the first week, I’d worked her up to two orgasms per fuck, and she wasn’t fighting her enjoyment as much. By week three, I loosened the ropes so she could wrap her legs around me, pulling me closer as I drove into her pussy like a madman. That was when I gave her a pregnancy test to take into the washroom.
When she looked at the two lines, a mix of emotions flitted across her face. Horror, fear, acceptance, and finally joy. She jumped into my arms, squealing with excitement.
It was time to cut her loose. My baby girl was mine, and she knew it. She’d never try to leave again.
