Locked and Daddy Zoned - A New Hell

She had invaded his dreams once again, as she had done nearly every night for the past two weeks, this time even more vividly. He once again tasted her and explored her smooth inner flesh walls with his tongue. He was once again breathlessly, hopelessly straining for her, craving her soft warmth wrapped snugly around his tortured, imprisoned member.

But even in his dreams he was denied that ultimate pleasure. Even in his dreams, he was forbidden the relief he so desperately craved from his lustful insanity, which had grown exponentially over the past month. And upon awakening, he would once again be called upon to serve his beautiful, ever powerful step daughter, now his Princess, tending to her every need and impulsive whim. The dreams amplified that call, creating a residual hangover that flashed electric images of Madison's quivering, climaxing body through his mind at regular intervals throughout the day.

Madison was oblivious to just how deeply and complexly that especially intimate night had affected daddy. And she felt no regret for using what was just a momentarily available sex toy to her. But she didn't need daddy for that. In fact, upon reflection, she was kind of grossed out by it. Since that night, she forbade him from any explicit sexual expression, whether verbal or physical. For now at least, he was firmly reconsigned to his primary, purer role as step father, like nothing had ever happened.

The closest he got to feeling Madison was her ever so slightly lingering, soft kisses on the side of his mouth, as if she placed them so carefully. Even this was enough to make him close his eyes and moan inwardly as his cock secretly and shamefully bulged in its tight, metal jacket. That straitjacket was her reassurance that he would never be allowed a full erection for her again, now knowing how obsessed he was with his own step daughter, in all the wrong ways.

This complete suppression of primal need was at moments almost too intense for daddy to bear. But somehow he was able to harness and divert that bursting sexual energy towards serving his Princess - something he had just as desperately come to crave, much to Madison's delight.

It was another day of dutiful chores for daddy. On the list of Madison's demands was that he would pick up her room while she was out, along with taking care of her laundry and preparing her lunch and dinner. A more specific demand was that he hand wash her panties and bras. This was just one of Madison's subtly evil streaks. As well as being better for the fabric, she knew he wouldn't be able to resist smelling her, and the product of her self pleasure, on her delicate garments. But she also knew it would result in ball strangling pain - something daddy had complained about several times over the past weeks before she sternly and disgustedly shutdown his protest. She considered him having to spend more time with her underwear as an ironic punishment for the transgression that got him locked up in the first place. It had at least now become a source of wry amusement for her.

Madison returned for lunch as expected, whisking through the door with a confident, commanding energy. Daddy turned to acknowledge her presence, with a determined look of remaining on schedule.

"Five minutes, Princess."

Madison exhaled a frustrated sigh.

"It should be on the table. And also, you didn't respond to my text."

Daddy remembered he left his phone on charge in his room while taking care of the chores. He hadn't looked at it all morning. Madison gave him no more than three seconds to get flustered.

"I told you that Sabrina was coming over for lunch and you need to make enough for her too. Tut. You know I expect a reply within 10 minutes!"

Before daddy could collect his futile excuses, Sabrina appeared through the open door. She looked incredible as usual. Daddy's every encounter with her, especially now in his heightened state of arousal, mainly involved a conscious effort to avert his ravenous eyes from her wonderfully large, full breasts, at least when her eyes were on him. Her tight, scoop necked shirt hugged her mounds and exposed the deep cleavage that made many men "talk down" to her. She considered these men as nothing more than pigs, and Madison's stepfather was certainly considered one of their farmyard companions.

Madison glared at daddy.

"Well? What do you say?"

"Sorry Princess. Sorry Sabrina. I'll have it ready right away."

Daddy had learned not to bother protesting something so mildly inconvenient. After all, and as Madison had made clear to him, he had a lot to make up for and she would be constantly evaluating his behaviour. It helped of course that daddy was still under a cloud of submissive, horny shame over everything that had happened. He also could not lift himself out of a weakened, servile state in the presence of such beautiful women.

Sabrina wore her usual, mockingly devilish grin as she took her seat at the table. Both her and Madison were immediately on their phones while daddy doubled his efforts at the kitchen counter. Sabrina's eyes suddenly lit up in response to a notification.

"Oh my god, I got another $500 sub on my fan page! Haha! Yesssss. Pay me, pig!"

Madison laughed in a congratulatory spirit.

"Drinks are on you tomorrow then, bitch."

They both giggled gleefully.

All around these girls were simps, perverts, losers and accomplished men with more money than their horny brains knew what to do with. Sabrina expertly exploited every solitary drop of cum waiting to be jerked off by these thirsty animals. She even had a collection of keys sent in by those men desperate to be kept locked in chastity by a busty, mean Goddess.

But one of the keys in her possession was for a different purpose, albeit from the same degrading sentiment. It was daddy's key, entrusted with her by Madison, and she made sure to wear it proudly on her neck chain every time she came around to Madison's house. Yes, it was Madison's house now, and this key secured the cage of her pet.

Daddy already knew Sabrina was the keyholder to his manhood. He had passed the point of begging for it. Still, seeing it there once again, resting safely in the valley of her squishy charms, the humiliation never failed to wash over him.

His curiosity had been piqued. So she had a fan page. That means he could potentially see more of her forbidden fruit. His mind was racing with all the images and videos that might adorn her members only page. Bouncing, clapping, squeezing, sucking... who knows what? He had to see them in all their natural glory. He had to find her profile. His cock instantly hardened, the ring of the cage pulling on his impossibly swollen, blue balls. A now all too familiar discomfort.

He was suddenly jolted back to reality.

"Daddyyy!! We're hungryyy!! Hurry upyyy!!"

Madison's bossy demands had also become fuel for his eye wateringly restrained hard-on. She was so confidently assertive like her mom, his ex wife, but with an irresistibly youthful brattiness. It drove him crazy.

There was a feeling of suspense in the air once they were all finally seated for lunch. Madison cleared her throat, ready to kill it.

"So, daddy, I was meaning to tell you. Sabrina is looking to move out of her parents' place. But she doesn't want to pay rent and I told her we have a spare room that she can use."

Daddy held his fork inches from his open mouth.

"She'll be staying here from Sunday. You'll need to be free to take her stuff in from her car".

This was unbelievable. This was his house! How dare this entitled...

"Princess, I... I think we should talk about this... I mean..."

Madison and Sabrina looked at each other with equally cold expressions before Sabrina raised her eyebrows. Madison then turned to daddy, with her own raised brows.

"Daddy, it's happening. There's enough space here and she's my best friend so I think you should just shut the fuck up and accept it, ok?"

Not for the first time, daddy was dumb struck. Madison was demanding enough, but to live with her attractive, bratty friend who also held his key and essentially despised him flooded his mind with impotent rage. He imagined all his service and sexual frustration doubled and pushed way beyond its limits. He broke down.

"Please girls, this is too much. I can't do this any more. Sabrina, I can't let you move in with that key around your neck. It's... too weird."

The girls looked at each other once again, this time with a bubbling fury. Madison was about to take the lead but Sabrina, placing a sedating hand on Madison's arm, took the floor. She abruptly approached daddy and grabbed his chin, forcing his head up so he had to look into her eyes above the tempting cleavage that was spilling out as she leaned over him.

"Don't you EVER fucking mention that key again you dirty old pig. It belongs to US now and you will accommodate both of us completely! Do you understand?"

"DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND, PIG?"

Daddy stared into her manic yet intensely seductive eyes for several seconds, heart racing and completely paralyzed by the situation.

"Y-yes I understand."

Madison's mouth was open in pure awe of Sabrina's forceful dominance, curling slightly into a smile. In that moment she loved her best friend more than ever.

Sabrina unleashed her grip with a dismissive yank and strutted off to the bathroom as if she now owned the place. There was an awkward silence at the table. Daddy's head was down. His leaking cock would have been helplessly up if only it were free. He couldn't help it. Madison took no pity.

"Good. You have two days to prepare her room. Fresh sheets. Fresh flowers. Empty closet. Every inch of that bathroom sparkling clean. Don't you dare upset her, daddy."

Madison was invigorated by her best friend's energy. But she also had her own unique way of dealing with things, like the "good cop" in the familiar dynamic. She walked over to daddy and lifted his drooped head, far more gently than Sabrina did. She morphed into her "daddy's little angel" persona.

"Thank you dada. I love you," she gently whispered, before leaving him to clear up both the table and his broken mind, with a soft kiss on his sweating forehead as parting gratitude. He loved her too, with every twisted fibre of his being. He realised in that moment he would truly do anything for his Princess.

Sunday came around too soon for daddy. Although, thankfully, he had been able to prepare her room as requested, he had barely been able to mentally prepare himself for the Brat Queen's big move in. Yet here she was, as sure as day follows night. The previous two nights she too had found her way into his dreams, or nightmares, whichever way you look at it. Now he had to live with a demanding duo of irresistible young women, who would before long surely mould him into mindless slave putty. He couldn't help but silently rage in horny frustration at the whole predicament.

That evening, following a few celebratory house warming cocktails, served by daddy of course, Sabrina retired to her room to work on her fan page with renewed, alcohol fuelled vigor. Ten minutes later, Madison received a text from Sabrina requesting daddy to bring up the remainder of her drink. Already she was using him as her butler. Daddy complied, again with the logic that keeping her sweet will at least keep the peace.

Daddy knocked gently on her bedroom door so as not to startle her.

"Sabrina. I have your drink."

"Come in."

Sabrina had already made herself comfortable, laid on the bed with bare feet, toes wriggling in their freedom from her sweaty pumps. Her laptop was open, the screen glowing on her soft, pretty face. Daddy followed the outline of her curvaceous shape from her calves, up her thick but firm thighs, to her large, protruding ass, slightly exposed from her ridden up shorts. Her breasts were bulging almost obstructively between her arms as she tapped the keyboard.

"Put it on the side."

Sabrina lazily pointed to the bedside table. Daddy's eyes were feasting on her while her attention was on the screen, imagining the ecstasy of his cock erupting in and over her as he furiously groped her delicious curves.

"Wait."

Sabrina half closed the laptop and pulled herself to the edge of the bed. She was now looking up at daddy, straight faced with eyes locked on him. He would have had the perfect view of her cavernous cleavage if his eyes were free to gawp. He didn't risk it. She would surely unleash hell if she caught him, yet again.

"Listen to me. I know you think I'm a total bitch..."

Wait, was this a rare moment of self reflection from Sabrina?

"...but I don't care. I always get what I want. Especially from men. You're slowly realising that, aren't you?"

Sabrina leaned towards the draw and took out the key, dangling and swaying it over her glorious tits with a hypnotic effect.

"You know how you said you couldn't let me move in with this key around my neck? Well, I guess I'll grant you that wish since you've been a good boy. This is the last time you'll see it. Don't panic, I'm not planning on destroying it. Yet."

Her softly speaking lips were as hypnotic as the swinging key before him. His burning, throbbing, needy erection was firmly held down and invisible to Sabrina. Only his face revealed a faint clue of his discomfort.

"First, I need you to show me that you respect me. So why don't you get down and kiss each of my toes, now."

There was no need for her to waste any time with this. And daddy was in no position to make her wait.

He sank to his knees, his brain blended to mush in her presence. He could smell her slightly vinegary, day-old stale sweat as his nose grazed the top of her right foot, before pursing his lips to kiss each perfectly pedicured nail from her little to big toe. The kisses were so delicate she could barely hear the smack of his lips. Her left foot slid over to meet her right, clearing his path of ultimate submission, this time from big to little toe. He was in the lowest position possible, her feet flat against the floor. This was a symbolic test for Sabrina. If a man would unquestionably do this, chances are he would do pretty much anything. She sat there with a smug sense of satisfaction.

But she also couldn't help but get turned on seeing her best friend's step father reduced to this. Her clitoris tingled slightly, causing her to quickly exhale and inhale through her nose. Her raw power was once again confirmed and, along with her increasingly successful business venture, she felt unstoppable. Godlike. She took another sip of her drink.

"Hmm. Good boy. Maddy would be so proud of you. But don't worry, we'll keep this between just us. Daddy's girl needs to feel special too."

There was a slightly mocking tone to that last sentence. But this was just Sabrina's sassiness. She had been Madison's loyal friend since middle school and was excited to share a home with her. Everything was looking rosy.

She stood, daddy still nosing her feet, ashamed to let her see his equally rosy, pathetic face. She slid her feet gracefully out from underneath him and headed to the en suite bathroom.

Daddy slowly rose up, letting his scattered, horny thoughts settle into something coherent. Wait. The laptop. Her profile. Time was already running out as soon as he realised. Was he really going to do this? He didn't even need to think about it. He pulled up the screen and there was her username, crowning the top of the page - RinasFarm - no doubt a reference to her collection of loyal, caged paypigs. He didn't have time to peek at any content, hearing the toilet flush and returning the screen to its original position.

Sabrina's emerging presence was all the more intimidating, given daddy's secret violation.

"What are you still doing in here? Waiting for a second helping? Run along! I have work to do!"

Daddy made a sharp exit, like one of her tortured creatures set free. But he wasn't free. Not from Sabrina. Not from Madison. Not from his aching, backed up, obsession fuelled male desire.

He composed himself and returned to the kitchen. Madison was talking on the phone to what sounded like one of her love interests. She had a more submissive, coy persona when speaking with boys to whom she was attracted. Unlike Sabrina, who could glare a man into stone before crushing his balls into powder with one squeeze, Madison was far more agreeable and vivaciously light in the right company. But it was a side of her that daddy only got to see passing glimpses of.

Madison hung up, sighed through a cute smile and squealed like she'd seen a new born kitten, signalling good news about her date. She was adorable. But once again daddy could only stew in hot jealousy at what those boys had access to.

"Daddy. I'm going up. Tuck me in."

It was time for pure daddy again. Far from the dirty dog that had just been at her best friend's feet. The juxtaposition of roles now in his life was exhausting. But he couldn't deny his girl her usual, innocent bed time comforts. The fact she still valued his attention at bed time after his perverted violations was reassuringly heart swelling.

Madison's long day put her to sleep within ten minutes of hitting the pillow, coaxed into her slumber by daddy's head stroking and hushes. He adjusted her covers and she turned to her side to hold her stuffy, releasing a gentle coo. In that moment he forgot about the self proclaimed bitch across the hallway and silently fawned over his favourite girl, with genuine purity.

Daddy would resist searching up RinasFarm that night. It would, after all, only serve to torture him. Right now, everything was quiet, serene and he could drift off with some degree of comfort between his legs.

But what a difference twenty four hours would make. Music blared from Sabrina's room. Madison was making a TikTok in hers, showing off some new dance moves... and herself. The upstairs of the house was buzzing with activity. He should have waited until the quiet hours again. He should have. But he had been thinking obsessively about Sabrina all day. It didn't help that her laundry was thrown in with Madison's. She had her own alluring scent that daddy couldn't even hesitate to inhale, much to his subsequent shame. Add to that the previous night's foot worship giving him a taste of her that would inevitably revisit him.

But he needed another of his senses satisfied. Just one peek to kill his curiosity. He closed his bedroom door and fired up his computer. It took him thirty seconds to find Sabrina's profile - a scrolling reel of blurred out images and videos of her potential nudes, locked behind a pay wall. He throbbed in anticipation. Unbeknown to her, he was about to become one of her paypigs.

He was presented with three choices - $50, $200 and $500, each tier offering a deeper exploration into her world. Only the $500 tier would grant him access to her nudes, however. She wasn't stupid, that's for sure. And she had far too much dignity to show daddy her nude body in the flesh. He couldn't risk spying on her. She would destroy him.

So without further ado, the credit card details were entered and the digital padlock was about to be released. He was just one click away.

"Hey piggy!"

Sabrina waltzed into his room like privacy had gone out of fashion.

"I need my clothes. Did you wash them?"

"Yes, they're in the dryer."

Sabrina didn't exactly consider this the five star service she expected when she moved in. She spoke to him like he was simple.

"Well GO. AND. GET. THEM. THEN. Dummy... wait. What are you on there for?"

Sabrina recognised the familiar site template on his large monitor screen. Daddy swivelled back in his chair to grab the mouse and close the incriminating window - something he would have done sooner if he hadn't have been startled by Sabrina's entrance.