(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/82/Constant_Leconte_5.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Constant Leconte</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>BAF Office<br/><strong>With:</strong>Karin Leconte, his daughter<br/><br/>This morning had been something I'd been looking forward to for so long.<br/><br/>Three marriages, two divorces and ten years ago my one and only child, my beautiful daughter, Karin, heard that the Compulsory Female Slave Law was passed, and it was an announcement that would change her life, as well as mine, forever.  Months later, at the age of 42, I divorced her 26 year old mother.  She was no longer the pleasant piece of ass that Karin was turning into, but she was cunt number 1.<br/><br/>I violated cunt number 1 in so many ways.  I tied her down, then fucked her throat and cunt and asshole for as long and as hard as I wanted (which was hours at a time, almost every day, thanks to Viagra and Cialis), no matter how much she cried and begged me to stop.<br/><br/>I invited my co-workers to have a go at her also.  We took turns making her fat ass and saggy tits jiggle.  After a while, we didn't feel like waiting, so we double- and triple-teamed her.  The next trio of co-workers was using her too.  Each of her nice soft manicured hands and the gap between her tits had a cock in it while we plowed her fuckholes at the same time.<br/><br/>I sold her off for a bargain and immediately put all the money my ex-wife earned me into buying a newer, younger, fresher upgrade from Paris.<br/><br/>Cunt number 2, also known as Slut-mother, was the perfect role model for Karin.  The techniques I practiced on Cunt 1 were perfected on Cunt 2.  I mixed up my use of force with bondage, whipping and verbal abuse.  I used to stuff Slut-Mother with a big dinner, then stick a butt plug up her ass followed by an oral administration of Venus and Balance.  The horny bitch begged me to pound her back passage while her rectum was full of ass juice.  With each thrust, the white lube enema squirted out between my cock and her anal ring.  She cleaned up every drop, though, using just her tongue.<br/><br/>What was I talking about?  Not those two cunts, whose real names I can't even remember.  Karin.  I will always remember Karin.  She is the fruit of my loins, and will soon be the target of my cock and balls.<br/><br/>Today was the day of my daughter's 18th birthday.  I woke up with morning wood and popped a Viagra anyway.  This particular pill ensured high volume ejaculation, perfect for painting a cunt like Karin white with jizz.  I just wanted to give Karin a birthday both of us would never forget.<br/><br/>I pulled the sheets off her almost naked beautiful body, like I was unwrapping a present, a birthday present, a present to<em>me</em>even though it was<em>her</em>18th birthday.<br/><br/>She got out of bed and showed herself to me.  No wonder she got such good grades in her slave-ed classes.  She knew just what to do without me having to tell her.  She presented her big, perky titties so proudly and deservedly so.  I just wanted to cup them in my hands and squeeze them and lean in and nibble and suck them.<br/><br/>There would be plenty of time for that later.  I waited this long.  I can wait a little longer.<br/><br/>I made her take off her panties, the last line of defense on her body.  She did it immediately, but did it so well.  She turned around to show me her ass, bent over at the waist with her back arched, rubbed her hands over her bottom, dug her thumbs into the waistband, then shimmied her hips side to side as she let those panties slide down her smooth legs and bunch up between her ankles.  She stepped out of them, turned to face me again, and resumed her position of pushing her tits out to me.<br/><br/>I looked at her from head to toe repeatedly, from her pretty face to her perfect bountiful breasts to her narrow waist to those wide hips to that bald cunt between her legs.  I was happy, so happy.  And she was happy I was happy.  This was so much better than the old days with the ex-wives and former slaves.<br/><br/>I broke it down for her, telling her she was mine to do as I wished, that I owned her, that she was my property.  I asked her if she was ready to serve me, to do everything I demanded.  We started making rules.<br/><br/>Rule number 1.  She will call me Master.  With a capital "M."<br/><br/>Rule number 2.  I will call her cunt.  With a lower case "c."<br/><br/>Rule number 3.  She will shower me in the morning.<br/><br/>I undid my robe and let it drop to the floor.  Then I pulled down my boxers and stood naked before her.  There we were.  Father and daughter.  Master and slave.  Cock and cunt.  Most of the time I saw Karin, she was naked, but I never stopped savoring the sight of her.  Sometimes she saw me naked, too, usually plowing my previous slut from behind while I had her bent over some piece of furniture or another.  I thought about Karin while I rutted that cunt.  I wondered if Karin thought about being the one stuffed with my cock.  The idea made my manhood twitch and ooze pre-cum.<br/><br/>We stepped into the large shower stall.  Jets hit us from all directions, and her body glistened with water.  She took the wand and rinsed me down.  She must have been trained for this, or imagined doing this, or both.  The shower wand felt a lot better when it was wielded by someone else.  I had her wash me all over.  She started with the sea sponge full of shower gel, but I batted it away after a while.  I had her use her hands on me instead - it was about time that she got used to touching me as well as seeing me.  Then I squirted showergel all over her tits and ass.  I had her rub her sudsy body against mine.  Her tits pressed against my back and chest, her ass against my thighs and backside.  I didn't say much except the occasional subdued groan of approval.  I was more than pleased, but I preferred to keep her wondering.<br/><br/>I found a way to get my cock clean.  I soaped up her inner thighs and put my dick between them from behind.  I pushed her knees together and thigh fucked her, grabbing her tits and squeezing her ass the whole time.<br/><br/>To finish me off, I had her get down on her knees to use her hands on my cock and balls.  Her grip and pace were just right, like she knew what I wanted before I wanted it.  I thought for sure I would ejaculate all over her, but I felt so hard that it was going to take more than a handjob by a pretty cunt to make me lose control.  No, I planned on waiting it out until tonight.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Hours later, I was still hard as I walked to work, my pants tenting, but what did I care?  I was old, I was in charge of the local BAF office, and I didn't care.  Besides, no one was looking at my crotch, anyway; they were looking at my daughter.  Karin was technically not yet my slave, but that didn't stop me from putting a collar around her neck, attaching a leash to the collar, and walking her naked body down the streets.  She positively glowed in the sunlight, and I noticed how she caught the eyes of every man and cunt along the way.  I paraded her proudly.  Every owner wanted to fuck Karin, and every cunt wanted to be Karin.<br/><br/>At the office, I walked by the clerk at the front reception desk, Maurice Repignan.  I bid him a good morning in French, letting him get an eyeful of Karin.  Then I passed the office of my top investigator, Julien Sabatier, and allowed him to get a glimpse of my daughter, too.<br/><br/>I took Karin to the one inspector that was there.  I don't remember his name, but everyone called him "Sumo" because he was so fat that his eyes looked Asian.  He was an obese, rather sad fellow, but he always did good work.  I handed him the leash and I think he almost orgasmed right there.  I ordered him to register Karin and reminded him that she was to remain<em>unpenetrated</em>(not that he could find his dick under all those layers of blubber anyway).  He smiled in gratitude as his shaky hand and sausage fingers took the leash and he led Karin into the lift.  As the doors closed I rolled my eyes and shook my head.  I sat in my office and went through some paperwork, paying close attention to the inventory of cunts in the holding cells and the various stages of training and indoctrination they had experienced under my hand.<br/><br/><br/><br/>(Edit: changed pic link)