BioShock Incestnight
Booker knew the time was short as he entered one of the lighthouses with Elizabeth by his side. She told him that each of the lighthouses lead to another universe with different, endless possible outcomes. Booker found out that Elizabeth was his own daughter yet he couldn't constrain his male needs. He looked on her long legs and found out that he was attracted to his own daughter. How pervert he was. He punched himself in the face when he felt his genital was flooding itself with blood. Then he caught his eyes looking at Elizabeth's backside again. And her breasts. How beautiful were her breasts, Booker talked to himself in his mind.
Elizabeth already began calling Booker „Daddy" and felt a strong emotional bond to him. Besides not being raised by him and meeting him the first time in her life, she already acted like a real daughter. Booker knew this and he didn't like this at all. He tried to find it good but his inner will did not let that be. Booker just wanted to be a good father to her but his testosterone level was rising as he inspected Elizabeths nice body. He cried a little on the inside. It was not normal to love his own daughter the way he did. And he tried to suppress these feelings towards her but it didn't work at all. His fatherly feelings twisted themelves to a burning desire to have sexual intercourse with her.
As they walked along the ocean to the lighthouse they went in they were transfered to another dimension. Elizabeth was as young in this universe as she was when Booker met her the first time locked up in her statue. Booker smiled a little as he found this version of his daughter more attractive. Then he snapped. He grabbed Elizabeth's arm and she cried out. „What are you doing?" she screamed as Booker opened his pants. „I'm your daughter! What are you doing?" Booker answered: „I know that. And I am aroused by that fact." He pulled her to the next bed he found and rubbed his genitals on her while all that happened. She tried to defend hereself but it was futile. As strong as a man like Booker was, she had no chance to do anything at all. He stroked her body and began to undress her shirt. He touched her breasts and moaned. Elizabeth looked away but Booker constricted her neck and pulled her head to face his own. As he forced her to look into his face he let off a perverted smile and nodded towards his errection. He ripped Elizabeth's chest free, she only had the skirt and her stockings on. He licked her breasts and began to move his body onto her. She was now trapped under Booker's muscular body and struggeled. He was about to rape his own flesh and blood, his very own daughter. What an unholy act he did. He guided his penis inside her vagina, she felt the pain floating inside her. Booker whispered inside her ears: „I love you Elizabeth, I will make you pregnant and incest turns me on somehow." Elizabet gave up long ago and just let Booker do what he did. It was easier for all that way.
Elizabeth was being used as a tool. A tool to regulate her own father's sexual needs. He used her to fulfill his incest fantasies. A sick act it was, but Booker couldn't help himself, he orgasmed inside her. The semen flooded into her womb, he held her very tight and wrapped his arms around her, he strangulated her neck as the sperm found its way to impregnate his own daughter.
Elizabeth cried as the semen dripped out of her vagina.
