Taboo Puppet Theater

In the late morning of a weekend, the air seemed thicker than usual in the house of this family of three, but only the daughter and father seemed to really feel it. The mother not so much. The scene before them was fairly standard. Marion, the 18-year-old curvy red headed daughter with a covert rebellious spirit and her 40-year-old strict and regimented father Will were seeing off Paulette, the 39-year-old slim but shapely mother of the house with a kind and bubbly personality. She would be away from the house for two weeks for a work-related conference, leaving her husband and daughter alone to tend to the house for half a month. But the tension had little to do with her planned departure.

"Have fun you two, but be sure not to burn down the house." Paulette said jokingly, having full faith in her husband and daughter.

"I can certainly assure you that you have nothing to worry about there." Marion responded back somewhat nervously as her father remained firm and silent as he cast his gaze upon his daughter. Marion was no stranger to that look from her father given that he had been staring at her like that quite intently for the past few months intermittently. A stare that she returned in kind. He was a hard man to read, but he was always the old-school disciplinarian of the household, and she already had a feeling she knew why she was getting the weird glares.

Will was a strict and traditional father, the kind who did not allow his daughter to date, much less engage in sexual exploration despite having come of age for over half a year. And while Marion had spent her whole life playing the celibate "good girl" in front of her parents, she recently decided to secretly break her prudish streak if only to feel what it was like to engage in the act of being sexually intimate with a man.

It was a simple one-night stand. A quick fling with a boy in Marion's class also eager to punch his V-card for the mere sake of writing the act off his bucket list. The sex was pleasurable and liberating after years of repression, but ultimately meaningless. No relationship was formed, the two parted ways, and what little trace of the act was erased with a hot shower and a morning after pill. That was supposed to be the end of it, but the way Marion's father looked at her suggested he somehow found out about his daughter's lost virginity.

"You should hurry off on your flight my little Puppet. You'll miss it if you don't head out now." Will responsibly advised as he referred to his wife by his cute pet name for her.

"Oh you're right! I should put the pedal to the metal! I need to show upper management I can be reliable these next two weeks!" Paulette beamed with a mix of excited energy and minor panic as she swiftly grabbed her bags and dashed towards the door. "Be sure to pay the bills as they come in and treat each other well and don't burn the house down bye!" the mother said as fast as humanly possible before jolting out of the house and into her car. As the sound of the motor faded, the awkward conversation to come became inevitable.

Marion did not want both of her parents to be present for this embarrassing talk at the same time, and she figured it was better to start with the harder parent first and get ahead of any chastisement she would receive for her act of youthful indiscretion. "Mom's not here, so let's just rip off the band-aid now Dad in regard to the way you having been staring at me lately." Marion said wasting no time in making the first move, visibly throwing off Will.

"I can explain that, just give me a moment and we can talk this over like adults." Will said somewhat shaken by the sudden shift in authority. Will then reached for a bottle out of the wine cabinet, manually removed the cork, and produced two glasses with which he poured the wine into. Will was strict about alcohol consumption with his daughter, so she knew this was going to be serious. "The only reason I have been looking at you that way lately is because..." Will started before but Marion interjected suddenly

"You found out about me giving my virginity to a random boy." Marion said simply, trying to preempt her father. Will gave her the look of a deer in headlights to the confession. The weight of what Marion said bluntly to her father hit her all at once, along with a heavy wave of anxiety that prompted her to grab the wine glass and chug the whole thing in one go. The wine tasted off, but it was the liquid courage she was after, not the finer notes of the vintage that concerned her.

"It was meaningless I assure you! I just wanted to experience what an average teenager would experience at my age of development! I've been a chaste daughter up until now, so I think I earned a little breather! And it's not like I plan on doing something like that on the regular I just..." Marion continued on a nervous rant trying to justify her actions to her traditional father as he just looked at her bewildered by this overload of expression.

After Marion finished, Will finally spoke with an affect of cryptic confusion and minor disappointment. "Well that was...not what I was expecting from you. And while things are more or less going as I planned, that little revelation certainly does take away some magic from what will come next." He concluded.

Marion was sweating bullets and feeling faint from the anxiety of the situation. What's more, it seemed Will was actually entirely unaware of his daughter's loss of virginity up until she so openly confessed to it. "I...I think I'm going to be sick..." Marion said losing her composure and sense of balance. She couldn't tell if was nerves, or the heavy shot of alcohol she took. "And...what do you mean...what will come next?" Marion muttered, her consciousness fading fast. She slumped over, her father caught her, and everything went black.

(1 hour later)

Marion's head was thick with fog, disorientated and unsure of what was happening. She tried to clutch her head and regain composure, only to find she was unable to move her arms, or even her legs for that matter. Something was restricting them. Rope was coiled around her arms and torso in a box tie, and her legs were bound to each other with the same kind of rope. The sudden realization of her bound state jolted her awake.

"MMMPPHHH!?" Marion moaned, now noticing in real time her mouth was also bound with a thick weave of cloth cleaved between her lips and tied behind her head. But the extra piece of clothing over her mouth was less concerning than the fact that she was now wearing a lot less clothing, with only her white bra and panties hiding her decency. Marion scanned the room and quickly noticed she was on the second floor of her house, in her parents' bedroom, and laid out on their bed.

To her left on the bed was an open box containing various dubious items. A pair scissors, alongside coils of the same kind of rope that was binding her, rolls of black electrical tape, lengths of thick cloth, ball gags, twist ties, and a large selection of adult toys hardly becoming of a traditional household. The implications of the mere existence of such a box in her house made Marion shudder.

Worse yet was the sight of her father Will standing in the corner of the bedroom. This was not a sight of relief for Marion given her father was dressed in nothing but skintight bike shorts, revealing his surprisingly chiseled bare skin physique beneath his usual all-purpose father wardrobe, as well as a large and noticeable oblong bulge in said bike shorts. Will looked smug and confident seeing his daughter wake, and it did not take long for Marion to read his heinous intentions.

"Good morning my sleepy nubile princess. You had me worried when you downed that spiked wine all at once, but it seems you woke up just in time for the fun to begin." Will said smoothly with sinister undertones.

"Mmmff! Hmmmff!!" Marion squeaked in fear as she repeatedly shook her head in defiance and tried in vain to pull against her bindings. This new side of her father was night and day from the strict no-fun parent Marion was used to, and while she always wanted him to loosen up more, this was far from what she had in mind. Her panic heightened as Will approached the bed.

"I suppose you deserve an explanation as to why you are here and what you have to expect in the future. I am not so cruel as to leave my adorable doll of a daughter out of the loop after all." Will said calmly and with certainty.

"MMMPPHHH!" Marion whelped in response, already well aware of the cliché rapist scripts of incestuous temptation and her ultimately getting violated against her will by someone she thought she could trust.

"Put in the simplest of terms, the spark of love and sexual attraction I have towards your mother has been dulling over the past few years. The carnal yearning has been weakening, and our intimate nights together have grown stale to the point of routine. At first I thought I was simply getting old, but after I took a good look at my darling daughter, and I mean a real serious look, I finally saw you for the titillating and hot young woman you have become." Will confessed, becoming more aroused as he shifted the focus away from his wife and towards his daughter.

"Mmmmmfff..." Marion murmured in nervous fear upon hearing her father's spiel. Suddenly the long looks he had given her in the past took on a wholly different meaning than what she thought they were. Will wasn't glaring at her judgmentally, he was fantasizing. Undressing her with his eyes, imagining what she would look like tied up and helpless, and what it would be like to be inside his daughter and take her cherry. And while he could no longer lay claim to her virginity, he was clearly adamant that he was still going to get a taste.

"Starting now your BDSM training will begin. I may be a traditional father, but I pride myself on being a creative and dominant master. You will learn to love ropes, muzzles, and of course yours truly in no time at all. You shall become my new lover, wife, and slave for all time!" Will exclaimed proudly before shifting to a darker tone. "As for your dull mother, I have a few options to discreetly dispose of her so we have all the time in the world together."

"HHMMMFFF!" Marion moaned as her eyes widened with fear upon hearing the last line. At this point she was more worried for her mother's safety than her own. Learning her father was a bondage loving freak with incestuous tastes was one thing, but finding out that he was willing and prepared to become a murderer just to feed his fantasies was terrifying. That he could hide these cruel and sadistic traits from everyone including his own wife and daughter without rousing suspicion so easily.

Will then got himself onto the bed and put Marion in his grasp. "But enough evil monologuing. The audience in the theater is surely getting impatient and is no doubt eager to see the climax play out on stage." Will said pompously as though he was the director and writer of an erotic theater production. And he was certainly dead-set on putting on a five-star performance that would receive praise from his imaginary critics for its bold and experimental direction into the taboo.

"Mmmmm!" Marion squeaked in shock as Will positioned himself behind his daughter sitting upright on the bed and unhooked her white bra, allowing it to slip off her and fall onto the sheets. Marion could feel the heat and girth of his member on her backside as Will wasted no time grabbing his daughter's breasts from behind and began massaging them in his lecherous fingers, getting a full feel of his daughter's pristine figure. He even went so far as to give each of her nipples a sharp pinch. "MMMPPHHH!" Marion moaned at the sudden spike to the nerves on her chest, still unable to believe what was happening.

"You aren't quite as large as your mother, but their texture and softness is truly amazing my little doll." Will complimented as he gave her a series of assertive French kisses onto Marion's nape, much to his daughter's horror. Tears dripped from her eyes as the molestation continued, and to her shame, so too did her carnal fluids from her pussy. She wanted someone to save her, but no such luck with her mother likely already on her flight, and her cries reaching no farther than the door thanks to her gag.

Suddenly she found herself being forced back first onto the bed by her libido fueled father. Will pinned himself over her, making sure Marion registered the clear power imbalance before speaking. "Now to mark you as mine. You're about to feel the heat and passion of a real man inside you!" Will exclaimed, signaling it was time to run his daughter through with his pecker as he reached on his hips to start pulling down his bike shorts. But the hot and heavy stage production came to an abrupt halt thanks to a voice from the door.

"Mind explaining what it is that you're doing my dear?" the voice asked. Will and Marion looked in the direction of the door and saw an unexpected sight to the both of them. It was Paulette. Mother to Marion, wife to Will, and the current recipient of the cuckold scene playing out in front of her. Though she had a smile on her face, it was a paper-thin mask hiding ungodly levels of rage and disappointment brought on by the view in front of her.

"Mmmmfff..." Marion moaned a sigh of relief as the tension in her body loosened upon seeing her unexpected savior effectively spare her from carnal violation mere moments before it was going to happen. Will on the other hand was now the one sweating bullets, and the blood in his pecker was retreating having been caught red-handed in the heinous act. He quickly got off the bed and faced his irate wife, but he didn't even have the slightest idea how he was supposed to justify his perverse actions to her.

"You're back...about two weeks earlier than expected..." Will muttered nervously as he bluntly stated the obvious. "Did you...forget something?" he continued as if that was somehow the biggest issue with what was going on instead of his practically naked daughter bound and gagged on their bed with him clearly dressed to mount and have his way with her. "How long have you been home?" he asked in a minor panic.

"Right around the point where you were comparing cup sizes, and no, my flight actually doesn't leave until later in the afternoon. I just lied about the departure time to the both of you because I suspected something nefarious was going on in my household without my knowledge, and I just needed to give the suspects the perfect window to sneak around behind my back." Paulette stated as she revealed her little trap to the conspirators, maintaining her clearly annoyed smile all the while.

"I can explain. This isn't what it looks like my dear Puppet." Will said trying to placate, but he knew damn well he didn't even have a half-baked excuse to provide exonerating context for the erotic scene he produced in front of them.

"Spare me the pet names my dear. Because it looks an awful lot like you and our daughter are about to engage in some hot and steamy bondage topped off with breaking the sexual taboo between parent and offspring. Tell me, was anything I just said untrue in any capacity?" Paulette inquired with a passive aggressive tone, already well aware of the answer.

Seeing any slim chance of salvation through discourse evaporate away, Will despondently knew he had to take a plea bargain if he was to spare even a sliver of his life in damage control. "No, everything you just said was correct. Everything that you suspect is happening, is indeed happening, and I can't really deny anything at this point. You have me dead to rights." Will confessed, fully expecting the worst to come and far more from his enflamed wife.

Paulette turned her glance to her bound and gagged daughter and drank in the scene before calming her breath and readdressing her cheating husband. "And when exactly were you planning on telling your loving and loyal wife about this little incestuous affair exactly?" she asked with a serious look on her face.

Will paused at being asked such a blatantly rhetorical question, but he knew silence was not an acceptable answer. "Well...never, I guess?" Will answered bluntly and honestly, thinking to himself he would have just groomed Marion to be an obedient slave to keep her mouth shut until he could arrange his wife's "disappearance" and then live out the rest of his days in peace and pleasure with his cute new and young doll to play with.

Paulette sighed upon hearing the answer from her horny husband. She gathered her strength before speaking. "Words cannot describe how hurt I am, or how disappointed I am in you. Did you really believe that I wouldn't be okay with this? After everything we've done together?" Paulette professed with shocking revelation. Will was dumbfounded upon hearing this, and Marion all the more so.

"MMMPPHHH!?" Marion moaned in shock. 'Wait...she's okay with her husband tying up, gagging, and raping her own daughter!? What the hell kind of mother throws their own daughter under the bus just so her husband can get off!?' Marion thought in horror at this sudden turn of events.

Will meanwhile could only stare into space upon hearing this, unable to fully process what was happening as his wife continued. "I let you groom me to be your perfect slave who would delight being put into bondage and made to follow your every command without question. Your own little "Puppet" on strings as you put it! You trained me to be accepting of anything you wanted to do to me, so surely you should have known I would have been okay with grooming our daughter to become your slave too right?" Paulette pleaded on the verge of tears.

"HMMFF! MMPHH! MMMFF!!" Marion moaned in utter horror upon hearing all of this from her mother. It didn't take long for her to piece together that she would not have been her father's first slave. It quickly became obvious that her bubbly mother was in fact a raging masochist all too willing to become her husband's slave. It also became apparent to her that "Puppet" was not just her mother's cute pet name, but her slave name for their BDSM play.

Will, now coming back to senses, saw an unexpected escape route, and decided to take it. "Please forgive me. I thought you would get jealous if you found out about my affair with Marion." he said half serious in apology to his wife and slave.

"To be fair the two of you were not exactly being subtle about your ongoing intimate relationship. You were exchanging such forlorn glances at each other for months now that I would have to be pretty dense not to think there was something more than just a regular father-daughter relationship going on between you two. You're both consenting adults, but I just wanted to be read in and added to your ongoing relationship is all." Paulette said hopefully.

"MMMPPHHH!?" Marion crowed upon hearing her mother's own observations and conclusions from the past few months. 'Wait...that's what she read when she saw us staring at each other!? Bedroom eyes!? And what does she mean consenting? Does she really think I'm a closeted masochist too and agreed to be tied up like this? None of that is anywhere near true!' Marion thought in both anger and panic as she flailed in her restraints fruitlessly and moaned into her gag unable to tell her side of the story.

Deciding to strike while the iron was hot, Will continued to play along with Paulette's false observations and true concerns. "You're right. I was a fool for not telling you. I now realize it's not that I did not have faith in you as my slave, but that I had no faith in my skills as a master to think you would not be okay with grooming our daughter to be my slave. I know better now, and I will love and cherish the both of you from now on as you both kneel to me as a more confident master." Will proclaimed with heartfelt bravado in his voice as he drew his award-winning performance to a close.