Beautiful, baby-faced Barbie writhed in naked bondage on her bed. Her fearful eyes stared in shock at her attacker her own father!
Middle aged William Granger was Barbie's daddy. For too long he had been tormented by her luscious body and wanton nymphet ways.
His wife had gone away for the weekend, leaving him alone in the house with their young teenaged daughter. That's when he made his move!
As soon as innocent Barbie came home from school in the afternoon, she was grabbed, overpowered, stripped, subdued, and put in bondage.
Now, he sat by her bedside, watching the naked girl his daughter! sob in fear as she twisted in the ropes which tightly bound her.
She was all naked and pink, with lush firm breasts, rounded hips, womanly thighs, and a thin-lipped pink slit of a pussy between her bound spread legs.
The gag in her mouth muffled her words. She sobbed, tears flowing down her fearful face, as her father fondled her naked breasts.
She was going to be her daddy's bondage brat a prisoner of his lusts! Naked and bound, she would be forced to satisfy his every perverse whim and wanton desire!
CHAPTER ONE
Twelve noon lunchtime. Ellen was on her knees in the boss' office, getting her nourishment.
William Granger was the boss. He was in his middle forties, attractive, balding, a big man with broad shoulders, a bit paunchy.
He wore a jacket, tie, slacks. His jacket hung across the back of his chair. His slacks hung down around his ankles.
He stood behind his desk, over Ellen. He was hard, and his stiff member bulged in the crotch of his shorts, a fat tent-like bulge.
Ellen was twenty. She was a pert and pretty brunette, a roundfaced young lady with lush breasts, wide hips, plump thighs.
She knelt facing Granger, her face inches from his groin. Hunger showed in her eyes. He reached down, smoothing her hair against her head.
Her hair was short and brown and curled up in a flip. Her brown eyes were wide, moist. Her lips, wide and sensual, glimmered with a waxy white gloss.
She wore a long-sleeved off-white blouse, a dark brown skirt whose hem reached down to the middle of her knees, pantyhose, and light brown loafers.
Ellen was on her knees. Granger was eager, impatient. She rubbed his thigh. He pulled his shorts down to the tops of his thighs, exposing his groin.
His penis, stiffly erect, jutted from his hips, bobbing, quivering. It was a long thick rod of flesh, with a swollen knobbed head on its end.
Ellen blushed when he showed her his dick. She looked down.
That pleased Granger. Ellen was young, naive. He was the first real lover she had ever had She was still reluctant to take him in her mouth.
But that was how he wanted it. She wanted him, even though he had told her from the start that he would never leave Felicia, his wife.
He put his hand under her chin and raised her head so that she was looking up at his stiff rod, which now jutted an inch or two from her face.
He said, "Kiss it."
Ellen blushed, which Granger found charming. He loved her youth, her naivete. Red spots of color burned on her cheeks, but she puckered her lips.
He gripped his cock. Ellen pressed her puckered lips against the cock head, making wet smooching sounds as she kissed it.
Her eyes were closed. Granger caressed her cheeks, fondled her hair.
She planted many quick kisses on the throbbing cock head. Granger inched forward, pressing the top of his cock against her lips, nudging them.
It was time to get down to business. Ellen overcame her inhibitions as she always did-and opened her mouth to take his member.
She kept her eyes closed, but the lashes fluttered when he stuffed his cock head into her lips. He groaned from the pleasure.
She pressed her puckered lips against his cock shaft, below the rim of the bullet shaped cock head. She slurped and sucked his knobbed cock head.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him. He murmured soothing words of endearment. He moved forward, forcing more of his member into her mouth.
He rubbed the cock head on the silky slippery roof of her mouth.
He looked down. Her lush breasts trembled inside her blouse. The mounds of flesh jutted against the fabric, stretching the seams to their limit.
Ellen was really most abundantly endowed. She was pleasingly plump with large heavy breasts and wide, luscious buttocks.
He saw that her nipples were stiff. They jutted like pebbles against her blouse.
He forced more of his member into her. He must have pushed too deep, since her eyes flashed open when his cock head bumped the back of her throat.
Granger pulled back an inch or so to give her room to breathe, and she relaxed. He put his hand on the back of her head and moved it.
He made her head bob back and forth, massaging her lips against his cock. Intense sensations shot through his member from the sexual friction.
When he pushed her head back, he pulled his hips back, until only his cock head was in her mouth. Then he would pull her back to him.
As his passion mounted, and the heat of his rod grew, he thrust faster and harder. He fucked her mouth like he would fuck a pussy.
Bill whispered to Granger, "Why don't you come all over her face?"
William Granger and Ellen were alone inside his locked office. But Bill was a voice which was locked inside Granger's head.
Bill had been with him ever since he was a kid. Sometimes Bill gave him good advice, but more often, Bill urged him to do bad things.
William Granger was a solid, respectable citizen. But when Bill took over, wild things happened, things which Granger would remember with horror.
Now, Bill was at it again, urging Granger to go too far.
Bill was perverse. He loved to dominate and degrade. Why, it was Bill who had gotten him involved with Lewis and Jack.
Granger wouldn't couldn't come on Ellen's face. She wasn't that type of girl. She was a nice girl, a good girl, basically, not a tramp.
"That's what you think," Bill said slyly. Of course, since Bill was just a voice inside the head of William Granger, nobody could hear him but Granger.
"Go on, do it for a kick," Bill said, "for a thrill. Look at her, down on her knees. That's where she belongs. Show her who's boss-she'll love it!"
Granger shook his head. He looked down to see if Ellen had noticed, but her eyes were again closed as she continued to suck his cock.
Saliva oozed out of the corners of her mouth, spilling on her chin, wetting it, making it shine. Granger was able to thrust deep now.
He glanced over on his desk. A pair of framed photographs faced him.
One was of his wife, Felicia. She was a sleekly elegant bitch, a cold beauty with green eyes and ash-blonde hair and aristocratic bones.
The other photo was of the love of his life and the light of his heart his teenage daughter, Barbie.
Barbara was her given name, but only her mother persisted in calling her that. To everybody else, her relatives and friends, she was Barbie.
She was a lovely girl, a stunner. It was not blind paternal pride which made Granger say this. Barbie was a real beauty.
Some of her mother's good looks could be seen in the girl, but where Felicia was cool and withdrawn, Barbie was warm, outgoing.
It was a fine photo of the teenager. It was in color, so the blonde highlights in her thick brown hair could be seen, and the rich deep brown of her wide innocent eyes, and the strawberry redness of her wide lips.
She wore no make-up, but her natural beauty was far superior to that which is merely the product of artfully applied cosmetics.
The picture was a facial portrait, and as such did not show the breathtaking nubility of her vixen's body.
Barbie's body was a topic that he didn't want to think of at this moment. There was one subject where Bill, the invisible voice, was really obsessed.
For God's sake, she was his daughter! He'd have to be stark staring mad to do to Barbie the wicked things which Bill demanded that he do!
Granger mentally resisted. He couldn't help thinking of Barbie during the summer, when she would come home after a day at the pool, dressed in that skimpy bikini....
No he wouldn't think of such things. He wouldn't think of the times he had glimpsed her through a crack in her bedroom door, dressed only in bra and panties.
And most of all, he would not forget the time he saw her climbing out of a bath.
The memory was like a dream. The bathroom was hot, steamy, hazy. He was alone in the house with Barbie, and he had spied on her.
Bill commanded him to take a look. Almost always, Granger resisted Bill in anything the voice said to do relating to his daughter.
Not that time, though. Granger knelt and peeped through the keyhole of the bathroom door, and had seen his daughter rise naked from the bath.
Barbie had looked like Venus rising from the sea-foam.
Her hair was pinned to the top of her head. Her body was all wet and dripping, bathwater running down her bare breasts, her flat belly, her crotch.
Her eyes were glazed, dreamy. Her lips were parted, her mouth open. Her body was all fresh and scrubbed and pink, her lush breasts bouncing.
She was of medium height, long-legged, with a surprisingly full bust. Her breasts and buttocks were lushly endowed, while her waist was thin, narrow.
Her nipples were stiff. They must have gotten that way in the bath. The nipples were surrounded by wide pink rosettes.
Her breasts were high and firm, despite their heaviness. Barbie was years younger than Ellen, but her bosom was almost as full.
Her bush was dark, a shade of rich chestnut brown. It was sopping wet from the bath, and droplets were beaded on the tangled hairs.
Barbie's pussy was a thin-lipped pink slit, with delicate, exquisite labia, a flower of flesh which made his heart hammer in his chest when he saw it.
Barbie had reached for a towel, scallops of white frothy foam from the bubble bath clinging to her sleek body.
That was when William Granger had snapped out of the erotic trance. How in God's name could he explain himself if Barbie caught him spying on her?
She loved her daddy, yes, but how much?
"I know how you can find out," Bill hinted. "Go to her at night and-"
William Granger wouldn't listen to the voice of Bill. He mentally shut his mind to him, and concentrated on Ellen.
The thought of naked Barbie rising from her bath made him come.
He felt like he was being turned inside-out. His cock was buried deep in Ellen's mouth, her throat flexing against his flesh.
Her eyes bulged when she felt him coming. His cock twitched on her tongue. He groaned as semen jetted from his cock head, splashing on the back of her throat.
Ellen held his bare hips, her palms sweaty, her grip tightening as he came in her mouth. He held her head firmly in place.
She gulped his come as it spurted from the cock head, swallowing it down so that it glided down her gullet, thick and slow like honey.
Granger fondled her hair, caressed her, whispered gasping words of love to her. He shook from the force of his orgasm.
The spurting flow of semen faded to a thin trickle. He kept his cock in her mouth long after he stopped coming. He held her and fondled her hair.
At last, he pulled out. New thrills raced along his orgasm-sensitized member as it glided over her smooth wet lips.
His cock head came free from her lips. A strand of semen clung to the tip. Ellen had to suck it down her throat to keep it from falling on her blouse.
Granger sighed heavily. He flopped down in his executive-style swivel chair. He looked down fondly on the girl kneeling in front of him, but his thoughts were far away. He wondered what Barbie was doing.
While he thought about his daughter, Barbie's pants were being taken down.
Barbie was supposed to be in school, in her fifth period geometry class. But she was in the bedroom of Caroline, her best friend and latest female lover.
Both girls had cut school. Caroline was old enough to drive, and her father had given her a car when she reached the legal age.
Caroline was seventeen, a senior in high school. Barbie was a year younger.
Both of Caroline's parents worked during the day, so the house was empty, except for the two girls who were kissing on Caroline's bed.
It was the typical room of a teenage girl. Posters of rock stars papered the walls. Cosmetics and stuffed toy animals shared space on the dresser.
Caroline had dark black hair, long and straight, which fell past her shoulders. Her face was wide and striking, with high cheekbones and sharp features.
Caroline was long and lean. She wore a long-sleeved black blouse and a pair of skin-tight faded jeans. Ankle-high boots completed her outfit.
Barbie, while being of medium height, and perhaps an inch or two taller than the average for girls her age (Felicia, her mother, was very tall), but Caroline was almost half a head taller than the younger girl.
Barbie wore a long-sleeved white blouse with a frilly lace collar. Brand-new designer jeans were wrapped around her lower body.
Her light brown hair, shot through with blonde highlights, brushed her shoulders. The ends of the hair curled upward in a little flip.
Her skin was smooth, clear, unblemished, glowing with health and now, lust, since Caroline's caresses had stimulated her.
Hanging heavy in the air was the pungent jungle aroma of the joint which the girls had just finished smoking. The roach lay in the ashtray.
The radio was on, playing background music, soft rock. Caroline reluctantly disengaged herself from Barbie and stood up. She crossed to the window and pulled down the shade. The room dimmed, becoming more intimate.
Barbie swung her legs off the bed, placing her feet on the floor. She kicked off her loafers, which she had worn with no socks.
Her small feet were a fetishist's dream. They were tiny, delicate, with cute little toes whose nails were painted a glossy pink color.
Caroline returned to Barbie, who sat at the bed's edge. Caroline put her hands on Barbie's shoulder. Barbie closed her eyes and sighed.
She rested her cheek on the back of Caroline's hand. Caroline caressed the girl's face. Barbie pressed her wide puckered lips on the hand, kissing it.
Barbie stuck out her tongue. Her eyes still closed, she ran the tongue over the brunette's fingers, licking them.
Caroline giggled. She let her hands drop down the front of Barbie's blouse, touching the mounds of flesh jiggling in her bra.
The nipples stiffened at Caroline's fondling touch. Caroline softly, gently kneaded and squeezed the mounds of flesh, caressing them through the blouse.
She opened the top button of the blouse, then the next, and the next ... when she had unbuttoned the blouse to Barbie's waist, she pulled the shirttails out of the top of Barbie's jeans. Barbie pulled off the blouse.
The jutting fleshy pebbles which were her nipples pressed against the lacey pink cups of the bra which she wore for modesty and not support.
Her breasts were large, and the rounded swelling tops of them jiggled as Caroline ran her hands over them, caressing them.
Caroline placed her palm in the hollow between Barbie's breasts and pushed the girl down on her back on the bed. Caroline reached for her.
She popped open the snap which held Barbie's jeans shut. She pulled down the zipper, exposing the pink satin panties which the girl wore.
Barbie rocked back on her shoulders, arching her back and lifting her buttocks from the mattress so Caroline could pull down the jeans.
The jeans were so tight that it was as if they were painted on. Caroline really had to pull to get them down off Barbie's lush hips.
Then the tops of the pants moved past her bottom, and they came off easily enough. Caroline pulled them off Barbie's feet and dropped them on the floor.
Barbie reached out, squeezed Caroline's hip. "Take off your clothes, too."
"In a minute, love after I've got you all naked."
Barbie sat up so Caroline could take off her bra. Caroline unhooked the back strap and slid the shoulder straps down Barbie's arms.
She pulled the lacey cups off Barbie's breasts. The globes of soft flesh tumbled free from the confines of the bra cups, jiggling.
Barbie's flesh was a pale pink, contrasting with the deep pink of her nipples and rosettes, the dusky pink of her delicate pussy lips, and the ripe red richness of her wide-lipped mouth, which now was open and softly moaning.
"Take off your clothes now!" Barbie pulled Caroline's blouse clear from her pants.
"All right." Caroline took hold of the hem of the blouse and pulled it off body and cast it aside, so she was naked from the waist up.
She wore no bra. Her firm breasts were a little smaller than pears, and had a similar shape. Her bosom was much smaller than that of Barbie.
Caroline's nipples and rosettes were a very dark, almost brown shade of pink.
In their normal state, her nipples were very long and thin. Now that they were stiffly erect from sexual arousal, they were longer still.
Caroline kicked off her boots. She opened her pants and took them down. She didn't wear panties, cither. She was naked under her jeans.
She was long and lithe, supple. Her hipbones jutted. Her ass was one of her best features, with high firm buttocks, white shining globes.
Caroline was pale, very pale, so that her flesh was like ivory. Her thick bush was as coal black as the hair on her head.
She stepped out of the jeans which were heaped around her feet, and joined Barbie on the bed. The girls reached for each other.
Caroline stretched her long-legged body on top of Barbie, rolling the younger girl so that she lay flat on her back.
Her legs were tangled with Barbie's. Caroline's high firm breasts rubbed Barbie's soft lush bosom, the pairs of stiff nipples occasionally grazing.
Caroline crushed her lips against Barbie's. The girls rubbed tongues while their smooth soft warm bodies rubbed each other.
Caroline covered Barbie's face with hot kisses. Barbie lay back, closing her eyes, sighing through her parted lips as Caroline worked her way down to her breasts.
Caroline kissed first one of Barbie's stiff nipples, then the other. Each erect pink point throbbed when Caroline's thin puckered lips pressed it.
Caroline pushed Barbie's breasts together, plumping them up even more than normal. She nuzzled the breasts, rubbing her face against them.
She worked her way down Barbie's body, licking a line from the center of her breasts to her navel.
Caroline lowered her head to kiss Barbie's pussy. Barbie told her to move around on the bed so that she could do Caroline.
Caroline crawled on her hands and knees, changing position. Her small breasts dangled, shaking softly. Caroline knelt up at Barbie's head.
She knelt facing Barbie's feet. She placed her bony knees on either side of the head. Her pussy was poised over Barbie's eager face.
Barbie reached up, wrapped her hands around Caroline's hips, and pulled her down.
Barbie's upturned, sassy little snub nose was tickled by the downy hairs of Caroline's thick bush. The older girl's pussy was much hairier.
Barbie loved it. Caroline teased her by just scraping her pussy against Barbie's face, then pulling it out of reach.
Tiring of the little game, Caroline lowered her pussy on Barbie's open mouth. Her pussy lips touched down on Barbie's parted red lips.
Caroline's labia split and spread, exposing wet, slippery pink membranes. Barbie was enveloped in the wet warmth of the older teen's pussy.
Caroline was wet. Her juices smeared on Barbie's face. The rich aroma of her was thick in Barbie's nostrils, making her lightheaded, dizzy.
She thrust her tongue upward, entering Caroline. Caroline moaned and wiggled her hips. Barbie glided the tongue along the inner pussy walls.
Caroline leaned forward, pressing her pussy even harder against Barbie's open mouth. Her hands pushed Barbie's smooth rounded thighs apart.
Barbie spread her legs. She still wore her panties. Caroline slipped her hands inside them, playing with the silken curls of Barbie's bush.
Barbie lifted her buttocks when Caroline pulled the panties down. The brunette rolled the panties off Barbie's naked bottom.
The panties rolled down the teen's smooth warm thighs, down her calves, and off her feet, to flutter to the floor.
Caroline pressed her face against Barbie's naked pussy. She nuzzled the tiny tufted bush, rubbing her cheeks against it.
Her mouth watered. Caroline pressed her puckered lips against the labia. The pussy lips quivered as Caroline covered them with kisses.
Caroline stuck out her tongue. Her face was creased from the pleasure which Barbie's burrowing tongue was giving her now she would return the favor.
She pressed her tongue tip against the labia and dipped it inside Barbie. The girl's pussy was a honey-pot, simmering with tangy juices.
Caroline lapped the juices, which tingled on her tongue. Her tongue rode upward to the top of Barbie's slit, probing for the clitoris.
Barbie moaned, the vibrations rippling through Caroline's pussy. Caroline shook her hips forward, backward, and sideways, grinding her pussy against Barbie's mouth.
Now Barbie pressed her tongue tip against Caroline's clitoris, a throbbing button of flesh. She whipped her tongue across it.
The dimly shadowed bedroom was filled with soft sighs and gentle liquid sucking sounds. The nubile teens writhed in delight.
Caroline's long black hair spilled over Barbie's soft hips as she worked her tongue back and forth across the pulsing clitoris of the beauty.
Presently their oral lovemaking rewarded them both with intense climaxes.
"The acorn doesn't fall very far from the tree" so goes the old saying. If Barbie was the acorn, then Felicia, her mother, was the tree.
Felicia Granger was busy proving the truth of that old saying in her search for new thrills. The young lust which simmered and seethed in Barbie's nubile body had blossomed into full-grown decadence in her mother.
Felicia Granger was at the stylish apartment of her new friend, the exotic and predatory Maria, a handsome brunette.
It was Maria who had made all the arrangements for this afternoon session. She had given Felicia the idea, but Felicia was more than willing to act it out.
Felicia was going to sell her body to a strange man.
She didn't do it for the money. Felicia had more money than she knew what to do with. No, she was doing it for the novelty of the forbidden thrill.
She was a mature female, but she was lovely. She was icily elegant, high-breasted, long-legged, impeccably tailored.
Maria's apartment was on the 35th floor of a towering building. Maria, Felicia, and Leo sat in the living room, waiting for the session to begin.
Felicia wore a simple, stylish pale green dress, the color of sea-foam. Her high firm breasts thrust against the front of her garment.
Its hem came down past her knees. Deliberately she crossed her legs. The skirt's hem rode up on her sleekly stockinged thighs, giving Leo a good look.
He was in his middle fifties, a big man. His thick black hair, combed straight back from his forehead, was flecked with gray.
All the same, his virility was undiminished. It burned hotly as his eyes fed on Felicia's cool blonde loveliness.
His face was square-shaped, with a big nose, thick eyebrows, and a wide, thin-lipped mouth. He was clean-shaven, with deeply tanned flesh.
Leo had broad shoulders, thick arms, a swelling barrel chest. He had a belly, but it was solid, just like the rest of him.
He wore a custom-made suit. A diamond glinted on his pinky ring when he lifted his drink to his mouth. He stared over the rim of the glass at Felicia.
Maria sat in an armchair between the two of them. Maria was some five years older than Felicia, but hard living had weathered her face.
She had high arched brows, fierce dark eyes, a hawk-like nose, and wide full lips. A dress as black as a raven's wing sheathed her buxom body.
When Felicia crossed her legs, Leo caught a flashing glimpse of the black lace panties which covered her sex. His mouth watered.
Maria looked from Leo to Felicia, then back again. It was time for her to make her exit. Leo put down his drink when he saw her get up.
Felicia was excited. She glanced at the big man. He was big, built like a gorilla. There was a huge bulge in the crotch of his trousers.
Leo rose. Maria said, "I'll show you where the bedroom is."
Leo said, "That'll be fine." Felicia put her feet on the floor and stood up. Her expressionless face masked tremendous internal excitement.
There were a number of rooms spreading out from the living room. Felicia and Leo followed Maria into a small room with a big bed.
Leo reached into his pocket, took out a bulging wallet, removed money from it. The crisp new bills crackled as he handled them.
Felicia's nipples tingled. A warm wetness spread inside her pussy. Her stomach was knotted with tension. She looked down at her feet to hide her feelings.
This was an important part. Felicia was enthralled by the commercial transaction of actually selling herself. It was a kinky thrill.
Maria had asked her earlier how she wanted her to arrange the matter of payment. She could have done it discreetly, with the money changing hands out of Felicia's sight. But Felicia would have none of that.
She wanted to see the money, the price for her body and the use thereof. Maria knew that Felicia was in this for the kicks, not for the cash.
Leo looked from Felicia to Maria. "Which one of you gets this?"
"I do." Maria took the money from him, not bothering to count it. She knew Leo, knew he could be trusted. She made the money disappear.
"Thank you, Leo, darling," she cooed. "Now, I'll just make myself absent and leave the two of you alone to, er, get acquainted."
As she moved toward the door, she patted Felicia's shoulder, giving it a reassuring little squeeze. But she wasn't worried she knew Felicia would do just fine.
Maria was a shrewd judge of people. Felicia Granger had the sleekly elegant good looks of an aristocrat, but she had the soul of a whore.
Maria stepped into the hall, closing the door behind her.
Felicia felt a sense of finality when the lock of the closing door clicked into place. She was totally committed now, with no turning back.
She turned to face Leo. His hot eyes undressed her. He looked her over from head to toe, nodding with satisfaction, smiling.
"You're one classy looking lady, Felicia," he said.
"Thank you," Felicia said. She tried to keep her voice carefully controlled, but it quavered with excitement. "This is the first time I've ever done this sort of thing."
"You'll do fine. We'll start off with a little kiss, eh." It was a statement, not a question. His broad arms wrapped around her.
He was tall, almost half a head taller than Felicia. He was a big bear of a man, and she felt slight and small and frail in his powerful embrace.
He pulled her to him. She molded her body to his, pressing her stiff-nippled breasts against the white front of his shirt which covered his chest.
He put his hand under her chin, tilting her head back for a kiss. She closed her eyes, parted her lips. He covered her mouth with his.
His mouth was hot, urgent, demanding. He shoved his tongue inside her mouth, exploring it, rubbing her tongue, tasting her.
She leaned into him, rubbing her hips against his crotch. She could feel his stiffly aroused maleness throbbing against her through the thin fabric of her dress.
Leo's big hands were the work-hardened hands of a man who's done hard labor in his day, strong hands, powerful.
They drifted down the elegant curve of Felicia's long back to rest on her rounded buttocks, a pair of lush globes. He patted, then squeezed them.
He continued kissing her while he fondled her bottom. He clutched her rump, each hand grasping a soft buttock, kneading them constantly.
He cupped her ass cheeks, lifted them, separated them. He pressed his groin against her, his tongue pressing hers, tasting her saliva.
Finally he broke off the embrace, his lips wet with her saliva. Breathlessly Felicia asked him if he wanted her to undress.
He wanted to take off her clothes personally. He put his hands on her shoulders, turning her so that she presented her back to him.
He pulled down the zipper of her dress, opening it to the small of her back. He saw the back strap of the bra which she wore.
He pulled the dress down to her waist. Felicia squirmed her hips from side to side as he tugged the dress down off them. It fell down her long legs.
Felicia wore a black bra, garter belt, panties, stockings, and high heels. Maria had advised her on the choice of lingerie to wear for the session.
Leo slipped his hand down inside her panties so he could feel the bare flesh of her bottom. Her fine-grained flesh felt like satin.
He unhooked the bra, slipped the straps off her smooth white shoulders. Felicia's skin was pale and creamy, glowing, unblemished.
He reached around to the front of her to pull the cups off her breasts. The breasts were full and firm. with dark pinkish-brown nipples which were stiff.
Leo cupped her breasts, fondling them in his fingers, rubbing and lightly pinching the nipples. He pressed his groin against her backside.
He took hold of her panties and pulled them down. The panties rustled against the dark nylons she wore as they fluttered to her slender ankles.
Felicia stepped out of the panties, a cool blonde in black lingerie. Her body was in excellent condition, and would have been the proud possession of a woman half her age. Her hips were wide and womanly, without a trace of fat.
Keeping in shape was a fulltime job for a woman of her age. Rigorous dieting and grueling workouts at the health spa were part of her daily routine.
Her bush was the color of wet sand. It was fluffy and fleecy, with neatly trimmed edges. Her pussy lips were dark and dusky pinkish-brown.
Leo handled her. He cupped her breasts in his palms, lifting them as though he was weighing them. He stroked the breasts, fondled the nipples.
He touched her taut flat tummy, squeezed the curve of her hips, toyed with the flounces of lace attached to the garter belt.
His palms rustled against the sleek dark nylons sheathing her long legs as he caressed her thighs. He reached between her legs.
Felicia rested her hands on his big broad shoulders as she spread her feet wide apart, opening herself up to him.
Black hair, soft and furry, covered the backs of his hands. He rubbed the smooth soft flesh emerging from the tops of her nylons.
His thick fingers stroked her pussy Felicia gasped. Leo grinned. He told her to lay down on the bed, that he would undress himself.
While he was taking his clothes off, he told her to show him how she played with her pussy. Felicia climbed on the mattress.
She leaned back against the headboard of the bed, its polished wood feeling cool and slick against her heated flesh. She shook with eagerness.
She spread her stockinged legs wide apart. Her hips looked especially white thanks to the contrasting black lingerie and stockings.
She put her hand between her legs and fondled her pussy.
Her labia were sensitive. Her long fingers glided over them, stroking heat into the quivering pussy lips, which slowly grew darker in color.
She kept one hand working between her legs, while her other hand reached up to manipulate and fondle her breasts, concentrating on her stiff nipples.
Leo liked that. He kept his gaze locked on her while she masturbated. His shoulders, arms, back, and torso were covered with thick black hair.
Muscles rippled in his flesh. He kicked off his shoes and socks, opened his pants, tugged pants and shorts down off his wide hips.
His penis was in proportion to the rest of him. It was stiffly erect, of course, and jutted from his hips like a flesh colored broomstick.
Felicia kept her place and didn't stare at him, but she glanced frequently from her lowered eyes at the impressive rod of flesh sported by Leo.
Leo stepped out of his clothes, so that he was naked. His member bobbed as he padded barefoot to the bed's head, reaching for Felicia.
He put his hand on hers, guiding it between his legs to his cock. Felicia's fingers closed on the cock. It was stiff and blazed hotly.
The rod of flesh throbbed at her touch. Felicia squeezed it gently, then ran her fingers along the shaft, tracing the pattern of fat blue veins.
Her fingers reached his balls, which were tight and swollen in the sac. Leo grunted lust as she carefully, almost delicately fondled his balls.
The mattress sagged under his weight when he climbed on. He rolled Felicia on her back, so that she lay stretched out on the bed.
Then he mounted her, rolling on top of her, pinning her with his weight.
His hot rod prodded her bare flesh. His strong thick legs were tangled with her long stockinged limbs. His mouth roamed over her breasts.
He had a hot, greedy mouth. He licked and kissed her trembling breasts. Felicia caressed his broad hairy shoulders, rubbing and squeezing them.
He wrapped his open lips around her nipple, sucking it inside his mouth. The nipple throbbed strongly against the smooth insides of his puckered lips.
He ran his tongue across the nipple. He licked and sucked one nipple, then took it out of his mouth so he could devote equal time to the other nipple.
Soon both of Felicia's shaking breasts were shiny with saliva, as was Leo's face. Leo rolled to the side of her, so he could reach more of her.
Felicia closed her eyes. Yes, this was just as kinkily exciting as she had hoped for. There was something essentially sordid about it that thrilled her.
She thought of the respectable ladies in her set, the ladies she lunched and drank with at the country club and the tennis courts and the afternoon society teas.
She would have liked to see their shocked faces if they could watch what she was doing, being roughly, demandingly taken to a total stranger.
Felicia needed scenes like this. Her sexual thermostat had always been set high, and in recent years it took more and stronger sensations to get through to her.
That was what was perfect about Maria. Unlike the suburbanites Felicia generally associated with, Maria knew what it was like to lust after thrills.
And Maria was also doing well in her half of the bargain. Felicia was a mature adult female of a rare kind an upper-class, uptown type, sophisticated, educated, hardly the type to be found in arrangements like this.
Leo lay on his side. In that position he could toy with her breasts and her pussy simultaneously. He reached for her sex.
His blunt thick fingers felt and fondled her pussy lips. He rubbed them roughly, forcing excited little gasps from Felicia.
The tip of his middle finger pressed her pussy lips, then pushed inside. She was wet, and her juices seethed around the invading finger.
He pushed deeper, penetrating. Felicia moaned as she was filled by his finger, which he buried in her pussy to the knuckle.
He wiggled his finger around inside her. Her pussy walls were slick, slippery, and dripping. He thrust his finger in and out.
She responded as he finger-fucked her. She rocked her hips on the bed. His other hand, the one not feeling her pussy, fondled her breasts.
When he took his finger out of her, it was wet. He stuck it in his mouth, sucked it clean, then smacked his lips approvingly at the taste of her.
He smeared saliva on his hand and rubbed it between his legs. He took more saliva and he rubbed that on the swollen head of his cock.
Saliva, thick and gooey, dripped from his penis as he mounted her. He held himself on his elbows and knees, then reached under himself to grab his cock.
Holding the rod, he guided it to her pussy. She squirmed as the hot rod rubbed her pussy lips. He pressed into her, lowering himself down.
The fleshy wedge of his cock head parted her pussy lips, splitting and spreading the dusky, glowing labia, exposing the shiny wet pink inside.
His cock head tilled her, stretching her membranes, forcing them to make room.
Breathless squeals were forced out of Felicia as his cock entered. He was a big man no doubt about that. His cock must have been close to eight inches long.
Not only was it long and hard, it was also thick. Felicia's moaning face was contorted with an expression which mingled pleasure with pain.
Leo penetrated her, groaning from the sweetness of having his hot hard rod enveloped by her slippery warm wetness. He pushed deeper.
The red shaft of his cock slowly sank inside her, forcing deeper and longer sighs from
Felicia with each inch of flesh that filled her.
Leo loved the sexual friction of his cock gliding over the hot wet velvet of her membranes. Felicia was tight, very tight inside.
Her sighs turned to squeals when his rod sank as deep as it could go into her. Leo wrapped his hands around her hips and held on tight.
He started thrusting. His belly slapped her flat tummy as he thrust in and out.
Felicia responded, arching her back, rocking her hips, meeting his thrusts. He drove hard into her, trying to hammer her through the mattress, it seemed.
Lach deep thrusting stroke made his cock glow redder and hotter. The member trembled inside her, fat veins throbbing against her pussy walls.
Felicia felt crushed under his weight, but it was a good feeling, since it added to her feeling of being overpowered, dominated, and ravished.
She whispered, "Give it to me rough I like it rough!"
Leo grinned, flashing white teeth. He caressed her sweating forehead, then took hold of her hair, wrapping the Fine silken strands in his grip.
He twisted them, yanking them by the roots, making her cry out.
His cock was planted deep inside her. He slapped her face with casual brutality, slaps which were more degrading and insulting than actually painful.
That was what Felicia needed, all right. She felt like she was going to come in about two seconds. She wrapped her arms around his broad sweating back.
Leo hammered into her, concerned only with his own pleasure. His fleshy buttocks were tightly clenched as he drove his cock deep and hard.
At last, heaving and gasping for breath, sweat streaming down his wide thick featured face, Leo drove his cock deep and kept it there.
The member trembled. Suddenly semen jetted from the cock head. It came in thick gushing spurts which were pumped into her pussy.
Felicia's pussy lips were irritated by the rough friction of his cock. Her membranes felt equally tender from the vigorous fucking she had gotten.
Now, the semen spurted from the cock, soaking into her heated flesh, cooling and soothing it like some ointment.
Leo shivered and moaned when he came. When he stopped trembling, he collapsed on her body, gasping for breath, wheezing heavily.
Leo rested, but not for long. Felicia felt his hardness inside her, twitching and trembling, but still staying as hard as it had been before he came.
Blinking his eyes to clear the sweat from them, Leo pulled out of her. The red rod of his cock shone with semen as he withdrew it.
Felicia moaned as the rod was retracted from inside her. Leo gasped from the sweet friction of his cock gliding over her semen-soaked pussy.
His fat swollen cock head came free of her pussy with a liquid popping sound.
"So you like it rough, huh? That's fine with me, bitch," Leo said.
He stepped off the mattress, stood on the floor by the bedside. His cock was stiff, red, shining with semen, semi-erect.
Felicia squealed as he grabbed her hair and pulled her to him, caveman style. Come oozed from her quivering, heated pussy lips.
He forced her to kneel facing him, her stockinged legs folded under her. He pulled her head to him, so that his cock head was inches from her face.
"Suck it."
Felicia opened her mouth. Leo jammed his cock inside. He pulled her head toward him as his member entered her mouth.
His rod filled her mouth. He jammed it so deep that the cock head bumped the soft tissues at the back of her throat, choking her.
Felicia's face reddened and her eyes bulged. Leo held her head in his hands and rocked back and forth, pumping his rod into her mouth.
Felicia sucked it as best she could. She really didn't have to respond Loc was doing all the work, fucking her mouth as roughly as he had done to her pussy.
She kept choking and gasping, but Leo kept forcing it in. She was frightened by his roughness, but her nipples throbbed harder than ever with sexual frenzy.
She thought he would force her to suck him off, but she was wrong. His cock, which had been semi-erect, had stiffened to its full hardness the second it was inserted into her mouth. Saliva and semen oiled the rod.
Leo pulled it out of her mouth. Felicia dared hope that he would come on her face, shooting all over it. That would be deliciously degrading.
What she got was even more than she had bargained for.
Leo's cock dripped with her saliva, bobbing, jiggling. He pushed her back on the bed, forcing her to lay down on her stomach.
A wild sense of sick excitement filled her. He took some pillows and jammed them under her belly. She was on her knees, her stockinged legs folded.
Her arms stretched out in front of her. She lifted her head, her fine ash-blonde hair sifting across her fearful, stimulated face.
She whispered, "What what are you going to do to me?! "
He put his hand on her head and pushed her face down into the mattress, silencing her. "You ask too many questions. Shut up."
He mounted the bed behind her. His stiff cock pointed at the high ripe moons of her ass, which were satiny globes of smooth full flesh.
Beneath those globes could be seen her exquisite pussy lips, the labia all reddish-pink from the sexual friction of the fucking, glistening with his semen.
He put his hand under her and moved her folded legs so her thighs were spread far apart. Roughly he squeezed and pinched her pussy lips.
She buried her face in her outstretched arms. She knew what he was going to do.
He took hold of her quivering buttocks, clenching one in each strong hand, digging his thick gripping fingers into the flesh.
He pried her ass cheeks apart, spreading them to the sides, opening them up. He exposed her quivering little brown anus, a rosebud of flesh.
Her white ass looked twice as luscious and lewd, thanks to the black garter belt and the dark nylons which she wore.
Leo held two fingers together and shoved them into her pussy. She groaned as she was penetrated. He scooped out a fat dollop of his own come.
Taking the semen, he smeared it in the crack of her ass, stuffing it inside her anus. His finger pushed into the wrinkled brown folds.
Felicia shook and shivered with wild lust. An obedient lady, she kept her face hidden in her arms, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.
Leo smeared saliva on his cock head. Inching close to her on his knees, he gripped his red rod below its swollen head, holding it below the rim.
He pressed the tip of his cock against the wrinkled brown folds of her ass-hole. He kept on pressing, using his cock as a wedge of flesh.
Felicia grunted and groaned under the steady, relentless pressure. The hole was slowly widened, the wrinkled folds smoothing out.
The bullet shaped cock head fit inside the anal ring, stretching it. Felicia jerked her head up, but he reached across her back and held it down.
She tried to relax. She had been fucked in the ass before, but not very often. She felt like she was being split down the middle.
Leo impaled her on his rod of flesh. He pushed into her, grunting and groaning, sweat streaming from his face as he worked to penetrate.
Felicia bit her lip to keep from shrieking when his cock head pushed past the tight and tiny anal ring. Now he was inside her.
After he had forced his knobbed cock head inside her ass, the rest of the penetration was relatively easy. He sank his shaft inside her.
Gripping her narrow hips, he corkscrewed his cock inside her.
He worked his rod as deep into her as she could take it. She was whining and whimpering, her shoulders shaking with soft sobs.
He ignored her. He put his cock deep into her ass. It was incredibly tight, and pressed his rod with steady pressure that thrilled him.
Her ass was hot, tight, and creamy. He took hold of her squirming hips and thrust back and forth, gliding his cock across her sensitive membranes.
When he pushed deep, her stretched anal ring pressed his cock shaft, the base of it. Then he would pull back, watching the cock emerge from inside.
He never pulled out past the knobbed cock head, which he kept planted deep inside her. He fucked her slow and deep, taking his time.
Each stroke against her sensitive membranes increased the heat of his cock. At last he sank his shaft as deep as he could, and ejaculated.
His cock throbbed inside her, pumping semen into her vitals, spurting it inside her. Leo shook and sweated like a wild man.
Finally, after he had recovered from the effects of the orgasm and caught his breath, he pulled out of her.
Felicia lay motionless in the position in which he had left her. Leo padded into the bathroom. Soon there was the sound of the shower running.
Felicia did not move. She floated off in some private world of her own. Soon she felt semen oozing out of the folds of her ass, trickling down her crotch.
Leo came out of the shower and got dressed. He said nothing. Felicia was silent. When he was fully dressed, he leaned over the bed and squeezed her ass.
"That was good." He pressed something in the crack of her ass.
After he left, Felicia discovered that he had left a rolled-up hundred dollar bill in her bottom cleft something extra over the agreed price to show his appreciation.
Later, Felicia confided to Maria that she should have paid him she had gotten her new thrills, and then some.
CHAPTER TWO
Barbie was getting it both ways from a male and a female.
There was Barbie, Caroline, and Steve. The threesome was in the back of Steve's van. It was a panel van, sealed off from the outside world.
Steve went to the high school. He was a senior, going to attend the state college next fall. He was handsome, athletic, a young stud.
The van floor was covered with a foam rubber mat, which was covered by a plush fluffy carpet. Cushions and pillows were scattered all around.
A black curtain partitioned off the back of the van from the cab. The trio was in the back, sprawled and writhing on the floor.
It was night and the van was parked on a deserted side street next to a park, where cars and pedestrians were few and far between.
There were no windows in the van to give outsiders a view of what was going on inside. It was a wild scene of writhing teen lust.
Barbie knelt in the center of the floor, where she was the center of attention. She was naked and on her knees, with her head lowered.
Caroline sat with her back propped up by cushions, slumping against the wall. She wore a loose red blouse with a low neckline and full flowing sleeves.
She was naked from the waist down, her faded jeans heaped to one side. The red blouse was rolled up past the tops of her breasts.
Barbie's face was pressed against Caroline's crotch. Caroline's long lean legs were bent at the knee, and stretched open to the sides.
Steve crouched behind Barbie on his hands and knees. He had long dark hair neatly styled and groomed, handsome features, broad shoulders and well defined muscles.
He wore a tight T-shirt which showed the finely developed pectorals and the flat abdomen of his lean torso. His jeans were open and pulled down.
His jeans were down around his knees, along with his shorts. His penis was stiffly erect, jutting from his hips, its swollen red head bobbing.
There was a thin patch of dark sleek hair on his chest. His pubic bush was rich and full and dark, framing his stiff cock and tight, swollen balls.
Barbie knelt so that her head was lowered down to Caroline's crotch, and her rounded bottom was raised high, the most elevated part of her body.
Clinging to one of her slender ankles was her pink satin panties, which had not quite completely fallen off when she pulled them down.
Barbie pressed one palm down on the van floor for support. Her other hand reached behind her, groping for Steve's flesh.
Her soft hand brushed the flexing bands of muscle on his tensed thigh. She moved her hand over, so that it reached back between his legs.
He moaned when she felt his cock. His mouth was pressed against her pussy, kissing and licking it, working his tongue over it.
Barbie's pussy lips glowed pinkish-red from the warmth of the stimulation they had already received. They were wet inside and out.
His saliva wet the labia on the outside. Her own natural juices, oozing from the pores of her pussy, wet her from the inside.
Steve's face was wet and dripping with his saliva and her juices.
Barbie's probing fingers touched the head of Steve's cock. She reached farther back and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing shaft.
It throbbed even harder when she took hold of it, squeezing it gently. A single drop of come oozed from the tip of the bobbing erection.
Caroline slumped in the cushions. Her weight was mostly on her upper back and shoulders, so she could rock and roll her hips in response to Barbie's thrusting tongue.
Barbie licked and lapped, her pink pointed tongue gliding back and forth over the pussy lips. Caroline oohed and aahed, her eyes closed, the lids fluttering.
Barbie pulled and kneaded Steve's cock. It trembled at her touch. He slid his tongue up her slit and pressed her clitoris with it.
Barbie moaned. The stiff nipples of her lush dangling breasts throbbed harder.
Steve was Barbie's boyfriend ... she had more than one, but he was just about the best, so she saw him more frequently than the others.
He had come over to Caroline's house after school. It was time for all of them to be going, since Caroline's parents would soon return home from work.
Barbie called her house, where the cleaning woman informed her that her mother would not be home for dinner tonight.
That suited Barbie fine. Real tension existed between her and her mother, and the girl welcomed any chance to postpone another confrontation.
Her mother had certainly been acting strangely in the last few weeks, ever since she had taken up with that strange woman, Maria.
Barbie had met Maria once. She found the buxom brunette somewhat sinister. She was sure that Maria wanted to make love to her.
Barbie had wondered if Maria was her mother's lover, but had rejected the idea as un likely. Felicia was always so cool and clean and put-together, a lady at all times, that Barbie couldn't conceive of her writhing in lesbian passion.
No, it was more likely that Maria was merely another human trophy, one more exotic personality for Felicia to cultivate, like the sculptor had been six months ago, and the Chicane militant had been a year ago, and the blind pianist had been two years ago.
All of which showed how little Barbie understood of Felicia's true nature.
There hadn't been any place for the teens to go, since she didn't know when her father would come home from work. But they didn't need a place.
They had a place the van. Steve parked on this street, killed the engine and lights, and climbed into the back along with the girls.
Caroline basically didn't like to make it with males. She liked to watch Barbie being fucked, and to be watched making love to Barbie.
Steve would make love to Barbie, but not touch Caroline. That was the arrangement. Caroline and Steve both would make love to Barbie.
Steve was too hot and excited to restrain himself any more. His cock was a burning red rod squeezed by Barbie's hand as she caressed him.
When her fingertips brushed his swollen balls, he knew he would soon come. He would do it inside her pussy, not out here in her hand.
He straightened up, the juices and saliva wet and sticky on his face. It was dim in the van, the only light what little that leaked through the front curtains.
He gently took her hand off his cock. He caressed her smooth warm thighs. She moved her knees wider apart, opening herself to him.
Saliva oozed through his fingers as they gripped his cock. He moved forward on his knees, guiding his cock to her pussy.
He rubbed the cock head up and down her slit, massaging it against the labia. Barbie oohed and aahed, and wiggled her backside in response.
He placed the cock head in the opening of her pussy. lips and pushed it in. His face squeezed up and he moaned from the pure pleasure of insertion.
When his cock head was inside her, he leaned into her. His athletic body was hard and tense, his buttocks were clenched, as he pushed his cock into her.
His member stretched her membranes, forcing them to make room. He hold on to her warm smooth hips as he penetrated her, thrusting deeply.
Barbie's eyelids fluttered. Her mouth was open, the smooth wet lips pressing the intricate folds of Caroline's long, thin-lipped pussy.
Barbie pulled her head up, rubbing her tongue along the labia. She dipped her tongue tip below the sheltering fleshy lips, probing for the clitoris.
Steve clutched her hips and thrust. His cock was a hard hot rod pumping back and forth, in and out of her pussy.
When he thrust into her, his hips slapped her buttocks, making them ripple and quiver. His swollen balls slapped her crotch.
He reached under her, his eager hands fumbling against her breasts, pressing them together, the fingers sinking deep into the soft bosom flesh.
He rubbed her stiff nipples, pinched them gently between his thumb and index fingers. He stroked the soft jiggling breast flesh.
Caroline fondled Barbie. She played with her hair, and rubbed the younger girl's smooth shoulders and warm wet face.
Caroline kept on caressing Barbie with one hand. She used her other hand to touch and tease her own breasts, which were so high and firm and pert.
Steve rocked his rod into Barbie. His thrusting motion made the entire van shake slightly on its suspension and shocks.
Steve gasped for breath, his chest swelling as though he was racing for the finish line at a track meet, his cock thrusting over her silky wet pussy.
He jammed his cock in deep and kept it there. He cried out as come shot from his cock head. Barbie's pussy clenched his sputing cock.
Barbie gasped for breath. She pressed her smooth puckered lips against Caroline's pussy, against the fleshy button of the clitoris.
Barbie shivered and gasped, shaking just this side of orgasm. Steve, moaning, reached under her and rapidly rubbed his fingertips on her clitoris.
That was what was needed to send her over the edge into orgasm.
In another part of town, William Granger was also taking advantage of his wife's absence for dinner to step out and have himself some fun.
He was with Lewis and Jack. He had changed from his suit and tie to more practical clothes, suited for tonight's enterprise.
He wore a black sweater, a navy nylon windbreaker jacket, old dark slacks. Jack and Lewis were similarly dressed.
The three of them were in Jack's car. Jack drove. Lewis sat on the passenger side of the front seat, and Granger sat in the back with the girl.
The girl couldn't be seen from the outside. She wasn't on the seat. She lay on the floor, her hands tied behind her back, a gag jammed in her mouth.
An old Army blanket covered her from head to toe, but her sneakered feet could be seen under a fold of fabric, and her whimpering could be heard.
Inside the head of William Granger, Bill said gleefully, "Now this is more like it!" Granger had to agree. This was a wild thrill.
Jack and Lewis were two drinking buddies of his. They were like Granger, upper middle class suburbanites, executives, married me.
They wanted something more. It was hard to say how it started, but the three of them together had created something new and terrifyingly exciting.
By themselves, they were three law-abiding citizens, whose greatest offense against society was that they padded their expense accounts or laid their secretaries.
But together they were headed for the outer limits. like tonight.
The girl was named Betty. She was in her middle teens. Jack was the one who had tagged her, seeing her as the likely subject for an evening's diversion.
When the trio first started, they thought it was wild to skip the drinking and fuck young whores, hot wanton teen with hotter bodies and tight pussies.
It got wilder. Soon it wasn't exciting enough to fuck the whores. The three men devised variations to stimulate their appetites.
They would take two whores at a time, and watch them make lesbian love. Or all three of them would screw one whore in every whole she had.
It was Granger who really started them on the road to crime. Well, it wasn't actually Granger, it was Bill, that cunning devil inside his skull that only he could hear.
It happened one night. The trio was in a seedy hotel room downtown with a sixteen year old hooker named Doreen.
She was a tall thin girl with small tits and bleached blonde hair. She acted hard, but that was only a pose to hide her insecurity.
She was new to the game. She had only started. She had to be careful not to work the territory the bars and lounges where girls like her sold themselves to men like William Granger, Jack, and Lewis.
Doreen had to avoid the other hookers who were already working the area. They would lean hard on an unaffiliated new competitor.
She was trying to make it without a pimp, which is also difficult for a newcomer, a stranger in town who's not aware of the local scene.
Her common sense should have told her to avoid taking on three men. But even though Granger, Jack, and Lewis were dressed casually, she had them figured for straight Johns, married men, the kind who wouldn't give her trouble.
The hotel was seedy. The trio went up by the stairs and met her at the room. The halls stank and plaster flaked off onto the frayed carpet.
The room was simple. It had a bed, and a small attached bathroom. There was a tear in the manila shade pulled down over the narrow window.
Doreen was long and lean. She had a thin bony face with high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and a thin-lipped mouth painted red with lipstick.
Her bleached blonde hair was dark at the roots. She took off her dress. She wore no bra. Her breasts were small, little bumps of flesh with thin hard nipples.
She wore panties and knee-high black vinyl boots with high heels. The men had paid her the money in advance for the three of them.
Doreen was a chiseler, as the .trio soon found out.
Before the action started, she told them her dos and don'ts in a bored dull voice.
She maintained that the price she had been paid only went for a straight fuck, that is, for penetration of her pussy.
If the Johns wanted anything else, such as French or Greek, they would have to pay extra a fact she had neglected to tell them back in the bar.
Granger had stood around, feeling frustrated. Doreen's flat monotone irritated him out of all proportion. His skin crawled.
He let Lewis and Jack argue with her while he concentrated on the rage rising inside him. It blossomed like a fire storm.
He looked at Doreen. She sat on the bed's edge, her legs crossed, her thighs covering her precious little pussy while she argued about the price.
Her nipples were dark, almost brown. Her breasts were small. Granger realized that she was chewing gum. He shook his head.
Jack and Lewis had decided to make the best of a bad bargain. Jack was a short, compact middle aged man with a basset hound face and short black hair.
Lewis was older, almost fifty, with a full head of a gray hair and a long face with shrewd eyes and thin, tightly compressed lips.
Lewis went first. Doreen stood up, still chewing gum. She hooked her thumbs in her black panties and pulled them down off her hips.
She was skinny just a skinny little teenager with small tits, Granger thought to himself. Why, she would look like a boy compared to luscious Barbie.
Lewis took down his pants. He didn't even bother to step out of them. He stripped off his shirt, but he kept his shoes and socks on, with his pants and shorts hanging down around his ankles.
An incredibly ancient brown plastic radio sat on the shelf. Restless, hardly expecting it to work, Granger snapped it on.
After a moment of warming up, it did come on. He flipped the dial until he found a station which played music rock and roll, that was the ticket.
Doreen sat up on the bed. She still wore her boots. She reached between Lewis' legs and took hold of his cock, pulling and squeezing it.
She kneaded the penis like it was taffy. It was only semi-erect, and hardly even hard. It failed to stiffen in her clumsy hand.
Doreen said, "Uh, hey, guys, I don't want to be a spoilsport, but the meter is running, you know? I can't wait around all night waiting for you to get a hard-on."
Lewis, disgusted, argued with her. Rage built inside Granger.
Bill came alive in his head. Bill was stronger than ever, feeding on the rage. Granger could feel his power. It frightened him, but excited him.
His pulse hammered in his head. He could hardly hear the argument, make out the words that is, but Doreen's whining tones grated his nerves like sandpaper.
"Look at the little bitch!" Bill said in amazement. "Just who the fuck does she think that she is, the snotty little whore?! "
Bill slyly whispered to Granger, telling him to take a good look at Doreen.
What did he see? Why, she was only a skinny kid. She was terrible at her job, and her body was none too fantastic either.
She was lean, and had good long legs, and a fine rounded ass, and her pussy most probably would be nice, hot tight. But that was it.
It was her attitude that ruined it. Look at her, a skinny, wet-behind-the-ears teenager bossing around a bunch of grown men!
Granger mentally admitted that it really burned him up. Aggrieved, Bill demanded to know why Granger took this kind of nonsense from a punk kid.
Granger didn't like to take it, but what could he do? It was getting late, too late to drop Marie and find another, more congenial young lady.
Bill told him, "I'll tell you exactly what to do. Leave everything to me."
Granger liked Bill's plan. His stomach churned with excitement, and his cock pulsed, hammering heavily as it stiffened to a thick erection.
Granger felt disassociated, like he was standing outside of himself, watching his actions the way he would watch a movie or TV show.
He walked to the bed. On the mattress lay the crumpled ten-dollar bill which Lewis had contemptuously tossed at Doreen, the price of a blowjob.
He held his limp cock. She got on her hands and knees on the mattress, swinging her lean body around so that she faced his cock.
Granger brushed past Lewis. "What the-" Lewis said as Granger pushed by him Doreen frowned, not quite sure what was happening.
Granger backhanded her across the face, a sudden shocking blow which cracked loudly in the small room. Doreen rocked from the impact.
Her head spun, she cried out. Granger didn't give her a minute's rest, a second's pause. He was right on top of her, all over her.
Or Bill was. Granger just kind of let Bill take over. After all, William Granger was a peaceful man he couldn't brutalize a young whore.
But Bill could.
Granger took hold of Boreen's bleached hair, grabbing a fistful, pulling it by the roots.
He threw Doreen back against the headboard. She was stunned. A dark red imprint on her cheek showed where Granger's sizzling backhand struck her.
She raised her hand to her lips. They were puffy, smashed. A purple bruise showed on her now deathly pale face. She touched her fingers to her lips.
She saw her own blood, which dribbled in a thin trickle from the corner of her mouth. "Why, you lousy cocksucker-"
Granger threw her on her back and covered her face with a pillow. Her shrieks were muffled as he pressed it down hard.
He climbed on top of her, straddling her. Her hands frantically tore at him. He grabbed her wrists and squeezed them together.
His own strength surprised him, but then he realized that he had the strength of two, himself and Bill--Bill, the mastermind.
Granger held both wrists in one hand, while he pressed the pillow down with the other. He sat on her tummy, crushing the breath out of her.
His thighs pressed her flanks. Now this was exciting. His cock bulged in the crotch of his pants. Doreen's long legs kicked wildly.
Jack grabbed his shoulder. "Jesus, have you gone crazy-"
"Crazy like a fox," Granger hissed through clenched teeth. "I'll show you how to handle this little cunt! One of you turn up the radio!"
Jack and Lewis exchanged glances. "Do it!" Granger said. "You're both already in deep-there's no turning back now!"
"You Christ! You're not going to to kill her are you?! "
"No but I'm going to teach her a lesson she'll never forget!"
Lewis shrugged. He started for the radio, but Jack beat him to it. "I sure as hell hope you know what you're doing!" He turned the volume up.
Granger told Lewis to hand him Doreen's panties, and to tear her blouse into thin strips which could be used to tie her.
He took the panties. They were black with a white cotton crotch which was soiled with faint brown smears. Savagely he balled it up.
He lifted the pillow. Doreen's face was so red that it was almost purple. Her eyes bulged. She was terrified.
"Please don't kill me, mister!"
Granger grinned as he stuffed the gag into her mouth, jamming her own panties past her lips, muffling her screams.
He gripped her face, digging his fingers into her flesh as he squeezed. "Relax, unless you want to choke to death on your own panties!"
Lewis and Jack had gotten over their initial startlement. They had the taint, the cruel streak, the same as William Granger.
Doreen was flipped over on her belly. Her shredded blouse served as the bonds to tie her hands together. Lewis wanted to tie them behind her back.
"No," Granger said, "no, I have a better idea!"
It was Bill's idea, actually, but he didn't even try to tell them about Bill. Why, they might think that he was crazy!
He told them only to tie Doreen's hands in front of her, then to use another strip of cloth to bind her bound hands to the brass bed stand.
As they tied her, Lewis and Jack inflicted little cruelties on Doreen but it was only the beginning of the fun.
CHAPTER THREE
William Granger regretted the gag in Doreen's mouth. He would have liked to listen to her shriek as he whipped her.
He stood at the foot of the bed, naked from the waist up, sweat shining on his torso. He held his leather belt doubled in his hand.
The belt was perfect for punishment, thin and whippy. He doubled it for added striking power. It was idea to whip her.
Doreen lay face down, naked on the bed, except for her boots. The trio had left her boots on. It made her look more whorish, adding to their thrills.
The straps shredded from her blouse were strong and dug tightly into her flesh, chafing it as she writhed on the bed, twisting in her bonds.
She hardly acted very tough now, Granger thought with satisfaction. She was sobbing like a little girl. He whipped her again.
Lewis and Jack each held one of her legs, so that they were spread wide apart.
Both of them were totally caught up in the spirit of the thing. They were hard. Lewis' member formed a tent-like bulge in his pants.
Their lustful cruel faces were red, shining with sweat. In hoarse rasping voices they urged him to really give it to her.
He slashed the doubled belt down across her quivering bottom It was red from the small of her back to the tops of her thin thighs.
Many red welted marks crisscrossed her ass, ugly lines which rose up from the abused ass cheeks which burned so very hot.
Something else burned with the very fires of hell his hard cock.
He tossed the belt aside. Lewis and Jack were disappointed they wanted to take their turns whipping the impertinent teen hooker.
Doreen sobbed. Her eye makeup was blurred and smeared from the flowing tears she had shed. Her eyes were bloodshot from so much crying.
Tears glistened wetly on her red face. She whimpered and moaned behind her gag. Her shoulders shook with deep sobbing.
Granger pulled down his pants. His erection felt like a bar of iron pulled red-hot from the fiery forge. Now he ached to quench it.
Lewis and Jack let go of her legs. Granger reached under her, took hold of her labia, pinching it between his thumb and index finger.
She twisted with new agony, more direct than the fire of her whipped bottom. Her thin body tensed; hissing, she rose up.
That was good. Granger had her kneel with her ass raised high. He turned her on the bed so her ass was on a line with the bed's edge.
He spit in his hand and smeared the spit on her pussy. He desired her now that he had humbled her, degraded her. Now things were back the way they should be.
His bobbing cock pointed at her pussy. She moaned and wiggled her ass from side to side when his cock head poked her pussy.
He slapped her ass and made her hold still. He stuck her pussy lips with the tip of the cock head, pushed forward, driving into her.
Now he wanted her. She was tight, thanks to her slim build and narrow hips. He grunted as he shoved his cock up inside her.
This was more like it! She was a good piece of pussy for all her bullshit too bad for her that she hadn't had a more pleasing personality.
His cock was sizzling as he shoved it in. The hot sleek wetness of hers was good. He took hold of her skinny hips and fucked her hard and fast.
Her ass was hot where he whipped her. She sobbed when he grabbed her ass and pulled the buttocks, digging his fingers deep into the hot flesh.
He reached under her. Her tits were small things, little bumps of flesh. He wondered if she was really Barbie's age, or if she was even younger.
When he felt his climax, he shoved deep into her and held her. He felt her pussy contracting, squeezing his throbbing cock.
It was one of the most intense orgasms he had ever known, a real climax to the mini-orgy of cruelty he had initiated.
His orgasm was fierce. He chewed the insides of his cheeks to keep from shrieking from the soul-destroying shock wave which exploded in him.
After, when he pulled out of her, he was weak as a kitten. Bill was gone, or at least silent. Granger was glowing with release.
He staggered to a chair and sat down on it, his face relaxed, red, flushed, his eyes glazed and shining. He rested.
There was no rest for Doreen. Lewis, who had been the main target of her verbal abuse before the tables were turned, was giving her hell.
He used Granger's belt to lash her bottom. The belt whistled as it flew threw the air, then cracked against the twitching bottom cheeks.
Lewis and Jack took turns raping her. Lewis fucked her in the ass.
That was something Doreen really loathed. As weak and exhausted as she was, she put up a renewed struggle when her ass cheeks were spread.
Jack and Granger held her. Lewis chuckled as he knelt behind her, holding his cock, rubbing it against her blazing whipped ass cheeks.
His member stiffened into a massive erection. His pubic hair was mostly iron gray, framing his swollen, gnarled red member and hairy balls.
He rubbed spit on his cock head and inside her ass-hole and forced his cock deep, working it up her ass. She shivered and sobbed throughout.
Afterward, Granger was sorry that he hadn't thought of that, that he hadn't fucked her in the ass first. Next time, perhaps....
It was after midnight when they finished with her. Doreen was a mess, but there was no permanent damage. But she had been roughly used.
They bound and gagged her and locked her in the bathroom, tying her to the radiator tightly, in painful and strict bondage.
The trio took back their money, plus an extra hundred in small bills they found in her purse, and escaped down the back stairs.
That was the first time. After a few weeks went by, and they knew they had gotten away with it, they went and did it again.
Each time they got wilder and wilder. Now, six months later, they had worked up to their latest and most dangerous offense.
They had stolen a girl off the street. This wasn't a teen hooker, or poor girl from the wrong side of the tracks this was a girl-next-door type.
In fact, Betty lived somewhere not far from Jack's neighborhood he had scouted her out.
Jack checked her out after she first caught his eye. She went to high school the same high school which Barbie, Granger's daughter attended.
But Barbie was in the junior class, while
Betty was only a freshman. She was in the ninth grade, and was much more girlish than his daughter.
Betty's little body looked to have only recently ripened into the curves of adolescence. Her light brown hair was in braids.
Jack learned that she was a member of the glee club, and attended practice at the high school every Wednesday night like tonight.
Of course, young Betty had never seen Jack, and hadn't the slightest hint in the world that he was following her from a distance, stalking her.
Tonight, Jack, Lewis, and Granger had sat in Jack's car, parked on a side street between Betty's house and the high school.
Since she walked home, this would provide the perfect chance to grab her, as long as she was walking home alone.
And so she was. The men got excited when they saw her walking down the street, on the sidewalk, her thoughts miles away, not suspecting danger.
Betty was short and petite. She had brown hair, a round face, deep brown eyes, a sassy upturned nose, and a soft pink-lipped mouth.
A pair of small satin bows were clipped to her braids, which hung down on either side of her face, bobbing as she walked.
She wore a coat, white blouse, plaid skirt which reached down to her knobby knees, knee socks, and loafers.
They heard the scuffle of her shoe leather as she came along the sidewalk.
The car was parked where the shadows were thickest, and Betty never saw the men until they opened the door and dragged her into the car.
Lewis and Granger were in the back seat. Granger clapped his hand over Betty's mouth. Lewis pulled her into the car. Her thin legs kicked.
She dropped her pocket book on the sidewalk. Before Jack could drive off, Lewis told him to stop. He got out of the car, grabbed the pocket book.
He climbed back in the car, slammed the door, and the car drove away.
Granger stuffed a handkerchief in Betty's mouth, muffling her shrill screams. She was so thin and slight that her struggles were laughable.
Lewis grabbed her kicking legs, held them down. She squealed as he twisted her arms behind her back and tied her hands together.
When she was bound, and the gag held in place by a knotted scarf stuffed between her jaws and knotted at the back of her head, they lowered her to the floor.
They unfolded the blanket and spread it over her. Her form shifted and moved under the blanket. Granger planted his feet on her rump.
Her bottom was high and firm. The soles of his shoes pressed them Lewis climbed into the front seat with Jack, and they drove out of town.
It had been perfectly done, with no witnesses to see the abduction. They took the side streets, avoiding intersections with traffic lights
Houses fell away, replaced by rolling wooded hills. They drove for fifteen minutes until they came to the pre-selected piece of land.
The dirt road leading up to it was rutted, and the car jerked and bounced, rocks hitting the undercarriage, as it climbed the hill.
The hill flattened out. There was a small summit fenced in by thick trees which his it from the road. A house was being built there.
The house was partially completed, with a wooden framework and ground floor rising up from the foundation which was in place.
In his daily life, Lewis was a construction contractor; he knew of this place, and how perfectly it would suit their needs.
This was out in almost a rural area, so there was no night watchman or guard dogs to protect from vandals. They were alone with Betty.
Jack stopped the car, turned off the engine and the lights He pulled on a ski mask, with eyeholes and a wide hole for the mouth.
Jack planned to wear the mask so Betty wouldn't identify him, just in case she had seen him around the neighborhood and could identify him
Bill woke up inside Granger's head. He was never far away at times like these. He prodded Granger with a mental nudge.
Why take a chance on having Betty see any faces she might be able to identify? Why not blindfold her, so she wouldn't know who did what to her?
It was a good idea. Granger suggested it. The others liked it, Jack especially, since it was hotter than hell inside that woolen ski mask.
There were plenty of cloths for bondage purposes the trio were well prepared. Granger found a cloth strip which would do duty as a blindfold.
He pulled the blanket down off Betty's head, pushing down on her neck so she wouldn't lift up her head and see him, thus ruining the whole idea.
She had not even gotten a glimpse of Lewis and Granger when they grabbed her, so quick and unexpected was their attack.
Granger slid the cloth under her face, covering her eyes with it, then knotting it at the back of her head.
When the girl was blindfolded, Lewis opened the car door He and Granger unloaded her from the car, standing her up on her feet.
She was so weak with fear that she would have fallen if they hadn't held her up. Granger held her on one side, Lewis held her other arm.
The filthy army blanket had fallen away. Jack tossed it back in the car.
Betty's face could only be seen in strips. The white vertical band of the blindfold covered her eyes. Then her nose could be seen. The gag was a band across her mouth.
She shivered, trembling like a leaf, her braids bobbing. Granger had lifted her braids and tied the blindfold and gag under them, so they would hang free.
Granger touched her. She flinched. He pressed his palm to her forehead. Fear chilled her smooth flesh. He caressed her face and hair.
He put his mouth close to her ear. She squirmed as his hot breath played across it. He whispered, "We're not going to hurt you, honey. Honest."
Her jacket was open. He reached inside it and put his hand on her breast.
Her bosom was small, slight, a pair of budding mounds of flesh, about the size of ripe little plums. She sobbed as he squeezed a breast.
"You're such a pretty little thing. We're not going to hurt you. You just be a good little girl. Come on, darling. We're going for a walk."
Lewis led the way. He had a flashlight. The group followed a dirt path around to the rear of the structure. They moved slowly, with Jack and Granger half-carrying, half-dragging Betty around to the back.
CHAPTER FOUR
The abductors took Betty down into the basement of the partially completed house.
It was dark, but the flashlight served to illuminate it. The first floor was intact above them, so the basement was roofed in.
Betty shivered in mortal terror, her bare knobby knees knocking together. What could be seen of her young face was haggard with fearful strain.
In a corner of the basement was a large pile of sand which had been used to mix concrete, and hadn't been cleared out yet.
Lewis whispered that they should take her there. Granger said it might be a smart idea to take her clothes off first. The men liked that idea.
They talked in low hushed voices, not from fear of being heard, since there were no neighbors within miles, but so Betty wouldn't be able to recognize their voices.
They dragged her to the sand pile. Lewis held the flashlight, its beam guiding the way. The men threw long weird shadows on the walls.
Much work remained to be done. Pipes and beams jutted from the concrete block walls, twisting at odd angles.
To strip Betty they had to untie her first. They held her so she wouldn't break away. The knots binding her hands behind her back were undone.
Her jacket was pulled off her, and thrown on the sand pile. Lewis shone the beam of the light over the girl so they could examine her.
She was slight, slender, short and petite. Her face was thin, delicately boned. Her shoulders were narrow, her torso lean, her hips thin, her knees knobby.
She whimpered when Granger took hold of the hem of her skirt and raised it high, lifting it to her narrow waist, showing her panties.
Her thin hips had jutting hipbones. She wore a pair of plain white cotton panties which were bikini style and stretched tightly across her.
Jack whispered hoarsely that he wanted to see her little pussy. He took hold of the waistband of the panties and pulled them down.
She squealed, twisting in the grip of the two men who held her. Her panties were rolled to the tops of her thighs exposing her sex.
Her pussy was a thin pink slit, lightly-haired. Lewis pointed the oversized flashlight at her, holding it down by his waist, like it was a big cock.
The men liked what they saw. Jack touched her between the legs, his fingers shaking with eagerness. The pussy lips were cool and smooth to his touch.
Was she a virgin?
Granger put his feet between hers and moved them wide apart, holding her thighs so she couldn't close them. Jack reached for the girl.
He stuck his middle finger in his mouth, sucked it, wet it. He lowered the hand to her crotch and pressed the fingertip to her pussy
He pushed the finger inside her. She squealed, and the men tightened their holds on her Jack's finger slid inside her pussy.
She groaned as he pushed it deep. It met with no fleshy obstruction, no fragile piece of tender tissue which was her maidenhead.
Jack buried his finger deep inside her, wiggled it around, finger-fucking her. "She's no virgin," he announced disappointedly.
"That's how these damned kids are nowadays," Lewis said. "Well, let's get going."
Off came her blouse. Lewis held the flashlight, Granger held the girl from behind, and Jack unbuttoned her blouse with shaking hands.
Her plum sized breasts were covered by the plain white nylon cups of her bra, a small-sized bra which was only a few sizes up from a training bra.
Her small breasts had tiny pink nipples. Jack's gripping hands moved over her flesh, stroking and squeezing the little fleshy mounds.
Betty's clothes were draped across a carpenter's saw horse which was nearby. She was stripped to the waist, her braids falling on her naked breasts.
Granger held her from behind. He loomed over her. He could smell the sweet natural scent of her hair, and the sweeter scent of her flesh
This youngster wore no make-up, no perfume. She needed none of the artificial beauty aids used by older woman whose youthful beauty needed retouching.
Jack fumbled open the catch at the side of Betty's skirt. The skirt fell down her thin limbs, falling at her ankles.
Her small slim body looked ghostly white in the dimness and deep shadow. Goose bumps rose up on her soft flesh. Her nipples puckered.
Granger felt the warmth of her body through his own clothes. He hugged her from behind, pressing his groin against her bottom cheeks.
His cock trembled in the crotch of his pants, quivered, became erect. He leaned into her, rubbing his heated member against her ripe buttocks.
She felt his hard maleness, knew what he was doing. She groaned in abject fear, a sound whose terror thrilled Granger and Bill
The men had acted slowly and deliberately, restraining their desires. But now that Betty was unclothed, they could hold back no longer.
They spread her jacket on the sand pile, then forced her down on her back. The sand molded to the shape of her body as they pressed her down.
Granger held the girl's wrists, pulling her arms back behind her head. Not far from them, some pipes jutted from the wall.
Granger tied her hands together, then bound them securely to one of the pipes. He no longer needed to hold her hands, so he walked to the front of her.
Lewis shone the flashlight down on her. The naked very young teen was like a pale butterfly pinned to a collecting board.
Jack fumbled with his belt, pulled down his pants, which dropped in a heap. His cock bulged in the crotch of his shorts, a hard rod of flesh.
He gripped his member, squeezing and pulling it He pulled down his shorts His stiff cock sprang up, a short, stubby, very thick member.
Since Jack had done all the important work, and found the girl in the first place, it was his right to be the first to take her.
Betty held her legs closed, her knees pressed together, trying to protect her precious little pussy. Lewis shone the light down at her.
He placed the light on a work bench. He and Granger knelt down in front of the girl Each of them gripped one of her skinny ankles.
Knee socks and shoes still covered her. Her loafer fell from her foot when Granger gripped it. He and Lewis spread her legs.
They were like two men pulling apart the twin halves of a wishbone.
The sand mound was conical, with a concave hollow pressed in it from her back. It tilted her body so that she was on an incline.
The other men held the girl's thin legs spread wide apart. Jack got down on his knees, his thick cock bobbing and jerking, his balls swollen.
He leaned forward, burying his face between her legs. She squirmed and moaned through the gag, her small body tight and tense with terror.
He nuzzled her crotch, planted hot wet kisses all over her pussy. He stuck out his tongue and placed the broad flat part of it on her thin pussy lips.
He licked her pussy like a cow licking a salt block, with big slurping licks. His face got wet as his head bobbed up and down.
As he held the thin shaking leg, Granger fondled the smooth thin calf, the sensitive back of the knee, and the sleek surface of the inner thigh.
Jack slurped and sucked at her pussy, the thin labia quivering as his tongue rolled over them. He shoved his tongue inside her.
She squealed as he licked her pussy, tasting her. Her bush was light and thin, a fine dusting of light brown curls.
Both her bush and her labia now dripped with saliva. Jack's face was covered with the stuff. He started to climb on top of her.
His hands reached up, across her hollow tummy, so that he clutched her small breasts, one in each hand, kneading and squeezing them.
His hands were large, and her breasts were so small that his palms easily covered them, pressing them flat, with the nipples against his palms.
He inched forward on his knees until his cock pressed her pussy.
Gripping his cock, he guided it between her legs, pressing the fat head of it to her pussy lips, pushing them open, splitting them.
She was incredibly tight and hot in her pussy. His saliva had lubricated her. She grunted with the pain of penetration when his cock head filled her.
Her thin pussy lips were spread to the sides, shoved out of the way. Her membranes were pried open by the swollen bullet shaped cock head.
Jack gripped her thin hips, his fingers digging into the flesh as he pushed her down into the sand and thrust his hips forward.
His buttocks were tightly clenched as he worked his cock inside her. He worked hard, shoving his cock, stabbing it into her, jabbing her.
He fought for each and every inch, but it was worth it, as his ecstatic sighs and gasps testified. With a final thrust, he shoved his cock home.
He stretched on her skinny shaking body. There was the hoarse rasping sound of his breath, mixed with her breathless moans of fear and pain.
His weight pressed her down, pushing her deeper into the sand. His chest rubbed hers, pressing her little breasts flat.
He put his hand on her head and kissed her pale cool cheeks. He buried his face in her hair, smelling the sweetness of it.
All the time he did this, he raped her. He fucked her slow and deep, working his swollen cock back and forth in her narrow pussy.
Soon she started to lubricate, simply in self-defense, to protect her pussy from the rigid rod of flesh which shoved in and out of it.
Jack grunted, sweat streaming down his face and upper body as he humped her.
The rope used to bind her hands and tie them to the pipe cut deeply into her soft flesh, chafing and scraping her wrists.
Jack wanted to take her gag off. He wanted to kiss her on the mouth and listen to her moan. The others thought it was a good idea.
Jack was on top of Betty, his cock was in her, and his short thick legs were between her thin spread white legs, which kicked spasmodically from time to time.
Granger let go of her. She couldn't close her legs now, since Jack's lower body lay between them. Granger took out her gag.
The youngster was cautioned about not screaming, although there was no chance of her being heard the men just didn't want that noise.
Betty couldn't control herself. As soon as the gag was taken out of her mouth, she burst into hysterical sobbing.
Her body shook with the convulsions. Jack didn't mind. Not only her body shook, but her tight gripping pussy contracted, squeezing his thrusting cock.
He held her head and kissed her brutally on the mouth, shoving his tongue deep.
Granger was hot, too hot to wait any longer. His hand was between his legs, squeezing and pulling the rigid rod of flesh which was his cock.
He opened his pants and pulled them down, pulled his shorts down. His cock was jutting. He closed his fist around it, squeezing it as he waited.
Jack didn't take long to come. His excitement was high. He shoved his cock deep and shook like he was being electrocuted as he came.
His cock throbbed inside the girl, spurting semen. Jack groaned like he was being hanged. When his shaking stopped, he collapsed on the girl.
He sprawled across the girl, gasping for air, his wide back expanding as he filled his lungs. Betty sobbed brokenly.
Granger got bored with her constant cries for mercy. He took hold of her braids and twisted them by the roots until she squealed with pain.
Jack, looking dazed and shaky, climbed off the girl, lifting himself up on his arms like he was doing pushups. His face was all red and sweating.
"Christ! That was good," he murmured. "So hot, so tight!'
"Why don't you get off her and give somebody else a chance?" Lewis snapped.
Jack was clearly reluctant to take his cock out of her heated pussy, but he had to abide by the rules of the group besides, he would get another chance later.
Throughout the incident, the men were careful never to call each other by their real names, a policy which Granger (well, Bill, actually) had devised.
Jack raised himself up. His short stubby cock came into view as it emerged from inside her pussy, the knobbed head coming out with a loud popping noise.
It was Granger's turn, but he wasn't interested in the sloppy seconds of fucking her pussy, which was saturated with fresh-spilled semen from Jack.
Her mouth would suit his needs just fine. He told Betty that he was going to put his cock in her mouth, and that she would have to suck him off.
He didn't even bother to warn her not to bite him this girl was too timid and terrified to even have thought of such a thing, and there was no sense in putting the idea in her head. Betty whined that she was a good girl, had never done it that way before.
Granger said that it was high time that she learned. He was doing her a favor, educating her in the ways to please a man.
He didn't bother to untie her he just got on his hands and knees and crawled over her at right angles, so his body formed a bridge over her.
His hands were on one side of her head, his knees were on the opposite side, and his cock, jutting straight down from his hips, pointed at her mouth.
He lowered his body, brushing the heated cock against the smooth flesh of her face. It felt like he massaged his member against smooth satin
He prodded her thin pink lips with his cock head, warning her to open up. Sobbing, she opened her mouth wide to accept his rod of flesh.
He lowered himself down, placing the knobbed cock head between her parted lips. He dipped the stiff penis deeper, gasping as he did so.
Her mouth was a fiery wet furnace. His swollen cock head throbbed when he rubbed it against the slippery roof of her mouth.
He dipped deeper. His buttocks were tightly clenched. Muscles flexed in his corded thighs as he shoved his cock back and forth, in and out.
Her puckered lips pressed his shaft. His cock throbbed against the smooth wet insides of her lips as he shoved his penis in and out.
There was something unsatisfying about the position. Granger pulled out.
Since only the girl's hands were tied, it was relatively uncomplicated to get her off the sand pile, and down on her knees on the dirt.
Tears stained the blindfold, and leaked out from under it, so that fat tears rolled down her quivering cheeks, only to fall spattering into the dirt.
Granger made her kneel down. Her hands were raised, the highest part of her, lifting her arms over her head.
Her blindfolded head jerked this way and that, since she didn't know where her tormentors were, or where they would be coming from.
Her head was level with his crotch. Yes, it was much better this way for Granger. He took hold of her braids, wrapping them around his hand.
His free hand held his cock. He teased her with the head of it. He held it to her lips and had her flick her pink tongue across it.
He put his cock back into her mouth. He was able to work out much better in this position. He fed his member into her mouth.
She gagged and choked when he pushed it too deep. He gave her a little breathing space. His cock throbbed as it rubbed her tongue.
He used her braids as reins, guiding the movements of her head. He pulled it back and forth, so that her puckered lips glided up and down his shaft.
Her trembling chin shone with sweat. Her downy cheeks hollowed as she sucked him. Her little breasts shook as she bobbed back and forth.
When he pushed her head back, he kept his cock head planted in her mouth. Then her head would be roughly pulled to him as he forced her to take his cock deep.
It was a picture of adult brutality, the fully grown lustful male cruelly raping the mouth of the skinny, very young teenage girl with her small breasts.
She was on her knees with her bottom raised high, a pair of cupcake buttocks which were white, firm smooth, and shining.
Her pussy lips were raw and chafed from the rough raping which Jack gave her. They were wet and shining with semen.
Jack held the flashlight now, working it like a spotlight to illuminate the action.
Lewis was eager to take his turn. His face was flushed, his eyes were wild in his red sweating face. He panted for breath.
His hand worked on his crotch, the frantic fingers squeezing and kneading the member through the cloth of his trousers.
Granger was close to his climax. He felt the sweet familiar feeling of tension inside him, like an internal mainspring wound to the snapping point.
He could have come in her mouth, but Bill, the sly voice inside his head, suggested that he surprise her by coming all over her face.
After all, Bill reminded him Granger had resisted doing just that to Ellen, his private secretary, when he was fucking her mouth.
It was a good idea amusing and exciting. Granger followed through on it. When he reached the moment of truth, he pulled out of her mouth.
His cock head came free from her lips with a soft popping sound. Betty's mouth was shaped into an O of surprise. Granger held her head in place so she couldn't pull away.
His other hand gripped his cock head below the rim. His cock throbbed and shook in his grip like a snake. Suddenly he came.
Looping strands of milky-white semen shot from his rod, jetting across Betty's shocked face. The girl groaned with revulsion.
Granger directed the stream of semen so that some of it splashed inside the girl's open gasping mouth. He came all over her face.
Jack and Lewis laughed loudly. Betty moaned from deep in the pit of her stomach. Gooey strands of semen ran down her face.
Lewis choked off his laughter. He was impatient to begin.
He would take her from behind. There was the jangling sound of his belt being unbuckled, the top of his pants opening, the zipper being pulled down.
He took hold of his pants and shorts and pulled them both down past his knees. His cock was long and thin, uncircumcised.
He knelt in the dirt behind sobbing young Betty, who flinched and moaned and begged for mercy when his hands wrapped around her thin hips.
He told her to shut up. He wrapped his fingers around the long rod of his cock, and poked her thin pussy lips with its head.
He hooked his arm under her, lifting up her ass and hindquarters He leaned into her, gasping as he rubbed his heated cock against her quivering bottom.
He was breathless and panting even before he began. His mouth was open and his face was taut and strained and haggard, although wild with lust.
Her pussy lips quivered and she groaned as his cock head poked and prodded her. Semen from Jack's orgasm filled her pussy, lubricating it.
Lewis snaked the tip of his cock between her labia and pushed the head in. he panted as he held her skinny shaking hips and thrust inside.
Semen rolled off her face, spilling in fat strands which splattered in the dirt. She was crying and shaking and sobbing.
Lewis' lungs worked like a bellows. He wheezed shakily for breath, eyes rolling in his head as he darted his cock deep inside the young teen captive.
Granger put his foot on the back of Betty's neck and pressed her face in the dirt, holding her down while Lewis took her pussy from behind.
Lewis' cock was so long that he could not fit all of it inside her.
Lewis was the oldest member of the trio. Granger admired the white-haired man's vigor and vitality in so ardently fucking the girl.
Lewis attacked her. As his cock pumped in and out of her pussy, he handled her body, touching and squeezing her all over.
He reached under her to squeeze and pull her little breasts. His fingers abused the tiny nipples, pinching them to stiffness.
He dug his long fingers into the soft flesh of her bottom cheeks, kneading and fondling them like lumps of baker's dough.
His cock was a blur of motion as he shoved it in her again and again, faster and faster, making the little girl take that big rod deep.
Lewis snapped his head back, tilting it, cording the neck muscles. The head wavered in all directions like a flower too heavy for its stem.
"Good Christ!" The cry was torn out of him as he came.
He shook like he had been pole-axed. His head whipped from side to side. Suddenly he straightened up, his eyeballs rolling into his head.
Only the whites of his eyeballs showed. They seemed to be staring grotesquely at
Granger. Lewis made choking sounds, suffocating noises.
He turned purple, clapped his hands to his chest and held them there. Stiffening, he toppled backward, his cock sliding out of her pussy.
He fell on his back, writhed, then gave a final convulsive shudder and stopped moving, except for some final spasmodic twitches.
He was dead his heart had given out from the physical strain of raping Betty.
It was a hell of a way to go, Granger thought to himself, but Lewis had sure fucked things up for his partners.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was dim in the den where Barbie and Caroline made love.
The girls were in Barbie's house. Barbie had gotten an unexpected treat when she came home. Felicia, her mother, was staying out for the night.
Felicia called Barbie on the phone. She sounded weird, spaced out. If Barbie hadn't known her mother so well, she might have thought she was high on drugs.
Felicia said that she was exhausted too tired to come home tonight. She would stay overnight at the apartment of her friend, Maria.
Barbie had the number of Maria's apartment, so she could call her mother if anything came up but she didn't expect that it would.
William Granger, Barbie's dad, was conveniently out for the night, too.
Daddy was having one of his weekly nights out with the boys. Barbie knew that he wouldn't be home until the wee hours. He always came home late on those nights.
She and Caroline had a new source of amusement a dildo.
A lesbian friend of Caroline's, a respectable middle aged suburbanite who had a yen for teenage girls, had given it to Caroline as a present.
Now the girls were trying that present out, in the den. The den was a comfortable wood paneled room with a massive television and stereo system.
The TV was on, although the sound was off The big color picture cast the only light in the room, but that was plenty for the girls.
There was a couch, some relaxer chairs, an ottoman, and some tables. Barbie crouched naked on the couch, on her hands and knees.
Caroline prepared Barbie for the dildo. like Barbie, she was stark naked, with her clothes strewn on the floor along with Barbie's own.
Barbie's lush breasts dangled, the nipples stiff and throbbing. The cheeks of her ass were taut and firm, and her thighs were open, exposing her pussy.
Caroline knelt behind her. Her hands gripped Barbie's softly padded hips as she pressed her thin bony face to Barbie's pussy.
Caroline fastened her open mouth to the pink pussy. The labia quivered as the moist puckered lips of Caroline's mouth massaged them.
Caroline extended her tongue. Barbie squirmed and sighed as the tongue rolled over her pussy lips, lovingly licking them, massaging and teasing them.
Caroline's eager face was wet. Her long masses of straight black hair lightly brushed Barbie's backside, caressing her hindquarters.
Caroline's head bobbed up and down as she licked her tongue up and down the slit, wetting it thoroughly, covering it with silver saliva.
Her hair brushed the sensitive backs of Barbie's thighs. Barbie's bottom tightened and her pussy quivered as the tongue continued its licking love.
Caroline reached one hand under Barbie to touch her breasts. Barbie moaned softly from the pressure of her lover's hand kneading her breasts.
Caroline lightly pinched a nipple, a stiff point of flesh which throbbed at the teasing touch. The bosom flesh yielded to her groping hand.
Caroline made wet sucking sounds with her mouth as she planted kiss after hot kiss on Barbie's pussy. She dipped her tongue inside the girl.
Barbie sighed and wiggled her hips. Caroline held them.
Caroline's long tongue dipped into Barbie. The tongue was surrounded by the seething juices which steadily, heavily oozed from the pussy membranes.
Those fresh tangy secretions tingled deliciously on Caroline's tongue. Caroline could have lapped at them all night.
But both girls were eager to try out the dildo, which was inside Caroline's pocket book which lay on the floor against the sofa.
Sighing heavily, Barbie folded her arms and buried her face in them. Shining smears of Caroline's saliva shone on her luscious ass cheeks.
Her pussy dripped with the stuff, inside as well as outside. Barbie was ready. Caroline swung her long lean legs off the couch. She opened her purse and took out the dildo, which was in a long thin unmarked black box
Caroline took it out of the box. Her adult lover had used dildos on her, so she knew how to put it on her flesh.
She took the dildo out of the box. It was long, flesh colored, firm yet flexible, with the shape of a streamlined erection.
Attached to the base of the shaft were thin but tough leather strands which would be used to hold the dildo in place around their hips.
Barbie lifted her face so she could watch Caroline strap on the dildo. She fought to keep from giggling when she saw it.
"Laugh now," Caroline said, "but you won't be laughing when I use this on you, my little pet! I'll fuck you as hard as any boy ever has!'
"Good,' Barbie murmured. "I can use some of that, right now."
"And you're going to get some, as soon as I put it on. '
Barbie reached back and put one hand between her legs and played with her pussy while Caroline put on the dildo.
Caroline's body was long and lean and white in the unnatural light shed by the TV screen. An electronic hum came from the video box.
She positioned the dildo so it jutted from her hips. The artificial phallus looked doubly obscene, jutting from a female's hips.
Caroline spread her legs, passed the dildo straps through them, fastened the dildo in place, so that it sprouted vertically when she released it.
The dildo bobbed and jiggled as Caroline padded barefoot to the head of the couch. "Here, I've got something for you to suck, Barbie dearest."
Barbie stopped fondling herself and lifted her head. The dildo bobbed in front of her face. Caroline gripped it to steady it.
Barbie puckered her ripe red lips and planted a wet smooching kiss on the dildo head. She whipped her tongue across the head.
"You better make it good and wet, Barbie, because it's going right into your hot little pussy as soon as you get done sucking "
"You know that I give good head, Caroline."
"The best at least, that's what all the boys say."
'And they're not lying. Watch." Barbie glided her tongue over her lips, wetting them with saliva so they glimmered, then parting them wide.
She gripped the dildo and guided the head into her mouth. The smooth insides of her puckered lips pressed the firm flexible shaft.
Caroline stepped forward. Barbie took the dildo deep into her mouth.
Barbie's head bobbed back and forth, the tips of her hair brushing Caroline's smooth white thighs. She sucked wetly and noisily.
Saliva spilled down her chin. After a while, when Caroline finally pulled back, easing the dildo out of Barbie's mouth, it dripped saliva.
"That should just about do it," Caroline noted. "Really, Barbie, this is a new experience for me fucking you like I was a boy."
Barbie crawled on the couch, turning her ripe round ass toward Caroline, opening her thighs to show the pussy lips dripping with saliva.
"Well, go ahead and fuck me,' Barbie challenged. "I'm ready."
Barbie looked over her shoulder at Caroline. The sight of the flesh colored dildo jutting from Caroline's hips really blew her mind.
Her backside faced Caroline. She wiggled her hips invitingly from side to side. Saliva oozed through Caroline's fingers as she gripped the dildo.
Barbie sighed as the wet dildo pressed her pussy. Caroline pushed the dildo up and down Barbie's slit, massaging the pussy lips.
The tip of the dildo nestled in the crack where Barbie's labia came together. It pushed the pussy lips apart, flashing slippery pink membranes.
Caroline pushed the dildo head inside Barbie, who gasped as she was penetrated.
"I'll show you a few tricks, Caroline promised. She used her hand to slide the dildo head up inside Barbie, so it was safely and securely lodged.
Caroline let go of the dildo, which stayed inside Barbie. She took hold of Barbie's lush hips, wrapping her long-fingered hands around them.
Caroline stood on the floor, while Barbie crouched on the couch.
She leaned into Barbie, while Barbie simultaneously thrust her hips backward, to accept the saliva-greased dildo which slid inside her.
This dildo was of medium length and thickness It was hard yet not rigid as it filled Barbie, her pussy membranes tightly clutching it.
Caroline sank the shaft deep. This was a new kick, and it excited her to fuck her teen lover the way a male would, instead of with her mouth.
She planted the dildo deep in Barbie. Barbie sighed and squealed breathlessly.
"Ha!" Caroline teased, "not so much of a game as you thought, eh? Well, Barbie, it's time I taught you a lesson."
"Ummmm, go ahead, teacher," Barbie moaned. "Teach me good!"
Caroline would prove that she could equal any boy who fucked Barbie. She took hold of the girl's hips and started thrusting, working the dildo in her pussy.
Sexual friction shot through Barbie as the dildo glided in and out of her. Once or twice, in the beginning, the dildo came out completely.
When that happened, before she put it back inside, Caroline would rub the dildo head up and down Barbie's quivering slit
She would press the dildo head against Barbie's clitoris. That really excited her, and Barbie would soon beg for Caroline to put the dildo back in.
As soon as the artificial rod was once more inserted inside Barbie, Caroline would resume thrusting. She soon added to Barbie's arousal.
She reached under Barbie, feeling her lush breasts, which trembled in her grip. She closed her hand around one warm jiggling breast with a stiff nipple.
Soft bosom flesh oozed through the spaces between her clutching fingers.
Caroline gripped the breast, a handle of flesh, its throbbing nipple dangling from the bottom of her closed hand.
She used her other hand to touch and tease
Barbie. First her hand traveled over the girls flesh in long smooth strokes, roaming all over her.
She caressed Barbie's back, which was arched as she worked her hips in response to the surging rhythms of the dildo thrusting back and forth.
She rubbed Barbie's smooth warm thighs, where bands of muscles flexed below the taut covering of smooth satiny skin.
She rubbed Barbie's flanks, her belly, her bottom. Barbie gasped loudly as Caroline reached between her legs, first touching her bush.
The bush was delightfully tangled and disarrayed from the bouts of sex Barbie had already enjoyed during this day and night.
Caroline toyed with the adorable little fleecy curls, rubbing her fingertips against them, stroking the silken hairs of the bush.
Barbie's body went all taut with real excitement when Caroline's probing fingers contacted her clitoris, that tiny pink pearl of flesh.
Barbie gasped as Caroline pressed her fingertips on the throbbing fleshy node. Caroline's touch was light as a feather, but devastatingly erotic
Barbie whimpered with real lust as Caroline massaged the clitoris while she confined fucking the girl's pussy with the dildo.
The combination of that tireless, always-hard dildo sliding in and out of her, and the pressure of Caroline's fingers on her pussy, drove Barbie wild.
Caroline kept pulling her fingers away from the clitoris, so Barbie wouldn't come too soon.
Caroline looked down between her legs, watching the dildo thrust in and out of Barbie. It was a strange, new sensation.
Caroline's pert firm breasts bobbed as her body moved back and forth. Her rounded buttocks were taut, firm the leather dildo straps running under the ass cheeks
It was time for her to bring Barbie off. She put her fingers back on Barbie's clitoris. Barbie moaned, rocking her hips urgently.
Caroline felt the clitoris pulsing against her fingertips like a tiny beating heart. She moved her fingers, rotating them, caressing the tiny button.
Barbie came. Her jiggling body went rigid. Her head snapped back, her eyes were squeezed shut, and wracking moans were squeezed out of her.
The dildo was thrust deep inside her. Caroline could feel the vibrations through the dildo shaft as Barbie's pussy clamped down on it, squeezing it.
Barbie gave a last heaving gasp, then sighed heavily through clenched teeth, breath hissing out of her like air leaking from a punctured tire.
The tension drained from her body as she sobbed with orgasmic relief and release. Electric afterglow flooded her, billowing through her.
Barbie would have hardly been so uninhibited had she known that, throughout the time that Caroline fucked her with the dildo, she was being watched.
She was being watched by William Granger.
The den was on the first floor of the house. William Granger huddled in the shrubbery, peeping through the window.
The window was right by the couch. It was covered by a curtain, but the curtain was not fully closed, so there was an inch or two of slitted space open at the side of the glass.
William Granger peered through that. He had a front row seat for the show.
It was one hell of a show. There was something in which he and Bill were in absolute agreement. It was an eye-opening show, filled with revelation.
It was the capper to what had been one hell of a night to remember.
Lewis was still dead. He was real dead. His problems were over, but he had left a real mess for Jack to clean up after.
That was one thing he had never planned on having one of his little group drop dead from a heart attack during one of their nights out.
Granger should have expected it. The three of them were middle aged men who spent their working days sitting behind desks, getting soft.
They weren't used to violent exercise, and even more violent thrills. Lewis was the oldest of the trio a natural candidate for what had happened.
Jack had been terrified. Granger was oddly cool. What he couldn't handle by himself, Bill would handle for him thinking out all the angles.
Jack was more hysterical than Betty was from her raping. Granger had to slap his face hard a few times to restore his senses.
Betty was confused. She was hardly aware that Lewis had dropped dead, since she was blindfolded. The first thing to do was get her out of there.
First Granger checked to make certain that her blindfold was on tight. Then he untied her hands and dressed her.
She was weak and shaking. When she started wailing, he slapped her face and told her to shut up. He put her back into her clothes. All the while, Jack knelt by dead Lewis, as though hoping he would miraculously come back to life.
Betty shivered and shook. Her flesh was deathly pale all over her body, which made her pink nipples and pussy lips seem even darker than normal.
Her nipples were stiff and throbbing, red and raw from having been so cruelly pinched and pulled. Bruises and scratches covered her small breasts.
Her face shone with the semen which Granger's cock had shot over her face. He used his handkerchief to wipe her face clean.
He then balled up the semen-saturated cloth, stuffing it back in her mouth as he gagged her again. He fit her into her clothes.
He put her bra on first. It was a thin and flimsy thing. He told her that they were going to let her go, since she had been such a good little girl.
From behind her gag she sobbed with relief. She did not assist but did not resist as Granger dressed her. He untangled her bra, put it on her.
He fitted the small trembling breasts back into the soft cups of the bra. Betty wore this bra for modesty, not for support, which her breasts were really too small to require.
He hooked the bra strap at her back. He examined her from the front. Her pussy lips were red with irritation from the rough use they had received.
He didn't bother to put her panties back on. He put his hand between her thin legs and spread them. Come oozed from inside her.
Balling up her panties, he mopped her up as best he could. He held her skirt and lifted her feet, guiding them inside the top of the skirt.
He pulled the skirt up to her hips. He pulled the sleeves of her thin blouse over her arms, then buttoned it closed, then put on her jacket.
Talking low so she couldn't hear him he asked Jack if he wanted to come along, or stay with the body.
There was nothing on earth which Jack wanted to do less than stay alone with the corpse. He came along with Granger.
It was Granger's show now. It was up to him to get him out of the mess. He tied Betty's hands and left her feet untied so they could walk her to the car.
Since Jack was so fearful that he couldn't really be counted on, Granger opened the trunk and forced Betty inside, closing the lid and locking it.
He drove, Jack sat cringing in the passenger seat. Jack kept shaking his head and muttering that he couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe Lewis was dead.
Granger took it more calmly. He joked grimly, "Lewis should have gone to his family physician and got a clean bill of health, saying it was okay for him to commit kidnapping and rape."
Jack looked at him in a funny way, so Granger shut up and drove back.
They drove back to town, away from Betty's neighborhood, just in case she had been missed and an alarm given for the girl.
Granger parked on a deserted side street where the nearest houses were almost out of sight. He unlocked the trunk and pulled Betty out.
He walked her into the bushes and forced her to lie face down in the tall wet grass. Lust spasmed through him as he looked down at her wiggling bottom.
He could have fucked her again. His cock quivered and grew. But there was no time.
He warned Betty that she had better count to one hundred before trying to free herself. If she was a smart girl, she would forget this ever happened.
He warned her to stay away from the law. He knew who she was, where she lived, but she hadn't the slightest idea of who her rapists were.
If Betty went to the police, they would come back for her some dark night, and the session would hardly be as playful as this one had been.
Granger said these things, but it was Bill who thought them up. Bill had a real talent for handling situations like this, criminal ones, that is.
Of course, Bill had an equal talent for getting Granger into these situations in the first place. But he was glad Bill was present to advise him.
He gave her ripe rounded ass a little squeeze, regretting that he hadn't been able to rape it, as he surely would have done if not for Lewis dropping dead.
He got back into the car and drove away. Next, they had to do something about Lewis. They drove back to the house, where they pulled his clothes back on him.
They loaded the body in the car trunk-they couldn't leave him at the partially completed house, where Lewis might be linked with the rape, if Betty was brave enough to go to the police. They drove downtown, to a seedy part of the city.
They parked on a dark street and pulled Lewis out of the trunk and dragged him into the alley. Then Granger and Jack got the hell out of there.
Granger made sure that Jack was in control of himself. All they could do was go about their normal business and hope they weren't found out.
Granger was confident he would escape discovery. He, Jack and Lewis were bar buddies, and none of them had ever met the families of the others.
It would be assumed that Lewis had gone down to the rough part of town to buy himself a piece of pussy, that he had died while in the saddle, and that the whore and her friends, frightened and not wanting to get involved with the police, had dumped the body in the alley. It was all wrapped up into a neat little package.
Granger had Jack drop him off a few blocks from his house. The cool night air cleared his head. He walked through the quiet suburban streets to his home.
He saw lights on in the den. Thinking that it might be Barbie home with a boyfriend, he decided to spy on her conduct, to see what she was doing.
He went around to the back of the house. The TV light shone through the curtained window of the den. He had pressed his face to the glass.
That was when he saw Caroline kneeling naked behind Barbie, licking her pussy.
The sight had surprised him more than Lewis dropping dead earlier. He felt like his skin and his skull were turned upside-down and inside-out.
Pressing his hot face to the cool glass, he watched wide-eyed as Caroline strapped on the dildo, as Barbie sucked the dildo, as Caroline fucked Barbie with the dildo.
He never thought that his teenage daughter was a little angel, but he had never even remotely dreamed that she might have a female lover.
Barbie was a little slut, that's all there was too it. Watching her made Granger hard. Not taking his eyes off the heated scene of lesbian lust, he pulled down his zipper.
His cock was rock hard. He fumbled the stiff red member out of his open flyhole. The penis quivered when exposed to the cool night air.
It was soon protected by the sweaty gripping hand which he wrapped around it. He pulled and kneaded his cock while Caroline thrust the dildo in and out of Barbie.
He came at just the same instant as his daughter did. His semen jetted on the white bricks below the window. He stifled a sob.
He had let things go out of control in his own family for too long. It was time that he took a firm hand with Barbie, and showed her once and for all that Daddy ruled supreme.
CHAPTER SIX
On Friday afternoon Barbie came home alone from school. She was really looking forward to a weekend of fun and games with her friends.
Felicia, her mother, wasn't home which hardly surprised Barbie. Since last week, when Felicia stayed over at Maria's apartment, doing God knows what, Felicia had spent more time away from home than at home.
But the cleaning woman wasn't in the house, either, which was surprising, since usually she stayed until five o'clock, preparing the dinner meal.
The house was quiet. Even her soft footfalls sounded unusually loud as she climbed the stairs and went down the hall to her bedroom.
She went into the room and was just about to toss her school books on the bed when she saw something which made her stop dead in her tracks.
A dildo lay on her pillow.
Barbie did a double take. She froze in her tracks, her eyes wide and staring with disbelief. For an instant, she thought she was dreaming.
A thousand different thoughts flashed through her head. How had the dildo gotten there? Caroline had taken hers home with her the other night.
Half-thinking she was dreaming, Barbie went to it. Her bed had a white wooden frame with a plush mattress and lots of soft thick pillows.
The bed was neatly made. The bedspread was turned down, exposing white pillows, a fluffy pink blanket, and white sheets.
The dildo nestled in a depression in one of the pillows.
Barbie's round stunned eyes narrowed as she stared at the dildo. Suddenly she realized that this wasn't the dildo which belonged to
Caroline at all.
Caroline's dildo was pink, flesh colored, while this dildo was jet black. It was also longer and thicker than the one Caroline used on her.
Her hand trembled as she reached out to touch it. Her fingertips brushed smooth, flexible plastic. She jerked her hand back like it had been burned.
The dildo was real enough.
"I'm sure that you know what that is, Barbie."
"Oh, God DADDY!"
Barbie whirled to face the door. William Granger stood in the doorway. He wore a casual shirt, slacks, slippers. He held his hands behind his back.
Barbie reeled. She thought she might faint. She put out a hand, gripping the knobbed top of the bedpost, clutching it to keep from falling.
The dildo wasn't Caroline's at all. It was Granger's. Earlier this day, he had gone into the city, into an adult entertainment emporium.
He had purchased the dildo along with a number of other items which would come in handy for the training and taming of his wanton nymphet daughter.
The plan had come to seed early this morning, when he received a call from Felicia while he was at his office. She gave him some good news.
She said that she was tired and peaked and needed a rest, to get away from it all. She and Maria were going away for the weekend.
That suited him perfectly. Felicia was gone and wouldn't be coming home until late Sunday night if then. She was vague about when she would return.
That would leave him alone with Barbie for the weekend time enough for him to put his plans into effect. It was time for a holiday of his own.
He gave his secretary the rest of the day off with pay, and closed his office. He then drove into the city to get the items he would need.
When he was in the adult emporium, confronted with the dazzling array of devices of restraint and punishment, he bought more than he needed.
It was just as well he could use them all. When he paid the man at the counter, the man looked over the collection of devices and grinned.
"Give her hell, skipper," he croaked.
"You're god-damned right I will," Granger said. But it was really Bill talking. Bill seemed to have taken over his personality.
Apparently he had gotten away with it all.
Lewis had been found, and the official verdict had been just what Granger hoped it would be.
He hadn't heard anything about Betty, but since she was under-age, the details of the sexual assault on her wouldn't have been in the news anyway.
Granger got home around noon. He gave the cleaning woman the rest of the day off, too, just to get her the hell out of the house when Barbie came home.
And Barbie was home now.
The teenager was shocked, stunned. She felt as though her brain had jammed gears. She couldn't think of a single thing to say or do.
Granger said, "I know all about you, Barbie. I know that you know what that dildo is used for. I know that it's been used on you not that dildo, but the one that lesbian girlfriend of yours was using on you on Wednesday night."
His face split in a wicked grin. He stepped into the room, brought his hand out from behind his back, and showed her what he had been hiding.
In one hand he held a pair of handcuffs in the other he held a ball gag. He had bought both this morning, along with many other devices.
"Do you know what these are for, Barbie? Let me show you."
She tried to run. He reached out, hooking his forearm around her slender waist, lifting her feet off the floor as he arrested her progress.
He flung her on her bed. She flopped on the mattress. The dildo was knocked offf the pillow and rolled down and fell on the floor.
"Daddy, no! What are you doing?! Have you gone crazy?! "
"Crazy for you, my little beauty!"
She tried to get up from the bed. The fearful expression on her face thrilled him. It was the first time his snotty darling daughter ever showed fear of him.
Her breasts bobbed in her blouse as she pushed herself up. She wore a long-sleeved plaid blouse, a short blue skirt, blue knee socks, white sneakers.
Granger grabbed her. She cried out as he flipped her over on her tummy. He pressed her down on the mattress and climbed on top of her.
He straddled her, his folded legs pressing her sides, his buttocks pressing the small of her back. He wrestled her arms behind her.
She gasped and groaned. She moaned when he twisted her arm in its socket. He held down her wrists and snapped the gleaming cuffs on them.
The cuffs were gleaming metal bracelets which circled her thin wrists. A two-inch length of thick chain held them together.
These cuffs were no kiddie toy, it would take a hacksaw to cut through them if the key was lost. He had the key to them in his pocket.
He didn't expect to free her from the cuffs too soon Barbie was a bad girl and would require much strict discipline before she was safely tamed.
When she realized that her struggle was hopelessly lost, and she felt the cold metal bracelets locking in place around her wrists, she tried to scream.
Granger saw that one coming a mile away. When Barbie opened her mouth and filled her lungs to shriek, he pushed her face deep into the mattress.
The mattress muffled her while he got the ball gag ready. It was a simple yet effective device a red rubber ball pierced by a thick black leather strap which buckled shut. He lifted her head up, her face red and hot
"Daddy, don't hurt me! Please don't-"
Barbie was silenced when he stuffed the red rubber ball between her jaws. It was just the right size to fill her mouth.
Barbie tried to bite his fingers when he gagged her. He promised himself that she would pay for that later. He jammed the ball deeper into her mouth.
The red rubber ball prevented her from being able to close her teeth. He pulled the leather straps back behind her head.
Lifting her hair, he fastened the buckle behind the back of her head. The leather straps cut into the soft flesh of her face when they were pulled tightly shut.
Within seconds, the gag was buckled securely shut. Whatever Barbie was saying, her words were muffled and meaningless, subdued as she was.
Best of all, the gag would keep her screams from carrying to the neighbor's houses.
It had been a short, excitingly violent struggle. Granger's heart hammered in his chest. Veins throbbed in his cock as it jerked erect.
It grew in the crotch of his slacks, spasming, stiffening, doubling its length, thickening, until it thrust against the fabric.
Breathing heavily, his hands shaking from excitement, he climbed off Barbie.
During the struggle, her skirt had ridden high up on her backside, so he could see the lacey white bikini panties stretched across her pink ass cheeks.
Barbie squirmed as far away from him as she could. The red rubber ball was wedged tightly in her mouth. Saliva drooled from the corners of her mouth.
She rolled on the bed, slithering, her buttocks jiggling and her breasts shifting inside her plaid blouse. She backed into the wall.
"You're a very naughty girl, Barbie." Granger was surprised by the calmness of his voice. His hands trembled as he reached for her.
He sat down on the bed and touched her. He put his hand on her breasts. Behind the gag, Barbie gurgled sickly.
He could feel the warmth of her soft masses of bosom flesh through her blouse. His hands fondled her flesh, kneading and squeezing the ripe globes.
He said, "A girl like you shouldn't have her loveliness hidden behind clothes. I want you in your birthday suit, all naked and natural."
Fear made her hysterical Tears spilled from her eyes, fat tears which rolled wetly down her red quivering cheeks like oily drops of glycerin.
He rolled her on her back. Her breasts were like hills jutting from her chest. He took hold of her blouse with both hands.
Violently he ripped open the blouse, tearing it open from her neck to her navel. White buttons popped, flying off into the air.
Barbie wore a bra whose lacey white cups matched her panties. The bra looked to be a size too small, since the plump tops of the breasts threatened to spill out of it.
The seams of the bra cups were strained. He could see tire bumps made by her nipples, those buttons of flesh on the tips of her breasts.
He shredded the blouse, ripping it off her, tossing the scraps of plaid fabric to the floor, until only her bra covered her upper body.
He rubbed his hands across the swelling breast tops, which jiggled at his touch. Barbie's nubile body shook with sobbing and terror.
Her terror increased when he picked up the dildo. She whimpered when he rubbed the round head of it against her face, poking her with it.
"You don't need to get fucked by dykes using dildos, Barbie you should have come to your loving daddy! I've got the real thing for you!"
Fresh tears rolled from her eyes when he squeezed her breasts. "But before I do anything else, Barbie, I'll have to punish you."
He rolled her over on her stomach. His fingers shook, giving him trouble in his efforts to unhook the back of her bra, which he eventually opened.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and wrestled her across his lap. As he pulled her, the bra straps slid down off her smooth pink shoulders.
Their lacey cups were pulled down off her breasts, so that the oversized mounds of soft flesh tumbled free as he dragged her across his lap.
She was hot and sobbing and squirming as he wrestled her into position.
He placed her in the perfect spanking position. He couldn't imagine why he had been fool enough to be permissive while she was growing up.
He realized that Barbie had never been spanked in her life, at least not by him. Well, that was a lack he intended to remedy in a hurry.
Her bra was coming off, and only the fact that her arms were cuffed behind her back kept it from falling all the way off.
Her breasts were naked as they rubbed against his thigh when he pulled her face down across his lap. His cock throbbed under her warm weight.
Her legs, which were free and unbound, kicked and thrashed. He hooked his leg around her kicking feet, pinning her, holding the legs down.
She was right where he wanted her for starters, anyway. He took hold of the hem of her skirt and pulled it up past her waist
Barbie's agitation increased. He pushed the skirt up under her cuffed hands, which held the skirt lifted high, baring her from the waist down.
Her buttocks quivered. His cock throbbed with longing at the sight of those pert and perfectly rounded globes, so pink and soft and smooth.
He pulled her panties down, baring her ass, rolling the panties to the tops of her warm smooth thighs. He squeezed her bottom.
He was free to touch her as much as he liked, and he did just that. He handled the ass cheeks, kneading them, stroking them.
Looking down below the pink moons of her ass, he could see the darker, duskier pink of her pussy lips. He touched them they were soft and smooth and warm.
He adopted a business-like manner circling her waist, holding her down firmly.
Inside his head, wicked Bill urged him to get off with a good start. He should give Barbie one hell of an ass warming and show her who was boss.
He was filled with righteous fury when he thought of the nubile beauty who was his daughter giving up her pussy to the dildo of a teenage dyke like Caroline.
He only wished he had Caroline here, too, all restrained and naked, so he could teach her a lesson as well.
When he started spanking Barbie, it was hard to stop.
He lifted his hand high and slammed it down on her bare bottom. There was a flat cracking sound like a wet towel slapping a wall.
Barbie jerked with pain. Her buttocks rippled.from the impact. She sobbed.
Granger brought his hand down again and again. At first, her reaction to the spanking was to struggle more desperately if uselessly
He held her tightly. She could not escape. As she writhed from the spanking, her hips rubbed his cock, kindling erotic heat in his erection.
That only increased his power. His hand was like some kind of automatic spanking machine, rising and falling again and again.
Granger watched his daughter's buttocks turn from their normal shade of pink, to a rich and rosy blush, to a faint scarlet flush of color.
The redness deepened and spread through her ass cheeks. After his initial burst of fury, Granger timed the spankings to get the maximum result.
He waited until the rippling bottom cheeks stopped shaking from one swat before he planted the next one. He hit her where she wouldn't expect it. He didn't let himself fall into any predictable rhythm, but alternated without warning from cheek to cheek.
As the spanking continued, the redness deepened, until it was almost purple in the center of each buttock.
Her ass was red from the small of her back to the tops of her thighs. His palm ached and stung a pain he easily ignored, since his lust was so much greater
He could just imagine how much her bottom ached. He stopped spanking her It was suddenly very quiet in the room without that constant smacking sound.
He grabbed her ass. The cheeks blazed against his palm. When he squeezed her buttocks, the flesh turned white under his grip.
When he let her buttocks free from his tight grip, their color reverted instantly to the deep purple-red shade of color.
He supposed that she had been spanked enough for now not that her punishment was done. No, there was much, much more in store for Barbie.
But he had his own urges and needs to consider. Daddy came first.
"It's about time," Bill said sarcastically to him, inside his head.
As usual, Bill was right. There was no need to keep on spanking Barbie until the rubbing of her hips against his hard cock made him come.
He looked down at her. Her shoulders shook from sobbing. Her face was red, wet with tears, tears which left her wide frightened eyes bloodshot.
Her spanked buttocks twitched although his punishing hand no longer struck them.
Granger pulled her panties down to her knees and reached between her legs. Barbie sobbed as his fingers poked and prodded her pussy.
He stuck his finger inside her. Her pussy was hot and tight. Well, he had something much better than his finger for his naughty daughter.
"Maybe that will teach you not to play around with dykes and dildos, you sassy little slut," he hissed. "Remember-your ass belongs to Daddy!"
He took his finger out of her pussy. Her juices made it shine. He pulled her off his lap, dragging her face down across the bed.
Barbie sobbed hopelessly, a study in fearful misery. Her pain increased when Granger flipped her on her back, putting her weight on her spanked behind.
His stiff cock felt like it would split the seams of the crotch of his slacks. What did he need clothes for, anyway?
There wouldn't be much call for clothes on either him or Barbie this weekend especially Barbie. Naked was the best dress of all for her.
Her naked breasts jiggled as she writhed on her back. She was in pain from her spanked ass, and also from laying on her hands cuffed behind her back.
But she forgot all about her pain when she saw her father strip off his clothes.
Standing by her bedside, leering down at her, he pulled off his shirt. The zipper of his pants stuck when he tugged at it.
He pulled the pants down off his hips. His stiff cock jutted, a red rod of flesh. He gripped his cock, squeezing a clear drop of come from the tip.
"Look what Daddy's got for his darling daughter!" he laughed.
He took hold of her panties and pulled them down her legs. Her shoes had fallen off her feet a long time ago, but her knee socks were still on.
He left them on they reminded him of Betty. But Barbie was so much more lushly developed and womanly than Betty, with full firm breasts and rounded buttocks.
He would do to Barbie everything-everything! he had been unable to do to Betty.
CHAPTER SEVEN
On her back, on the bed, Barbie squirmed and suffered.
Her daddy loved it.
Barbie wasn't so high and mighty now! She was stunned, in terror and in pain. Her bare breasts bobbed as she sobbed behind her gag.
Tears rolled down her red face, splattering on her breasts. Her nipples were stiff, and jutted throbbingly on the tips of her breasts.
She lay in the awkward position in which Granger had thrown her down on the bed. She had fallen with her legs spread wide open.
Granger could see her pussy, that target zone of a thousand aching sexual longings and fantasies he had writhed under, night after night.
He looked down. It seemed hard to believe that the rigid rod jutting from his hips was made of flesh and blood it felt like rock, or metal.
It burned his hand when he took hold of it and squeezed it. Blue veins throbbed. A fat drop of semen oozed from the pulsing, quivering head.
"Go get her!" Inside his head, that devil's voice, Bill, urged him on. "Look at that little pink pussy she needs it bad, and you can do it to her!"
Granger got down on the bed. Barbie moaned, fearfully backing away from him.
Fresh pain shot through her sizzling bottom as she backed away on the bed. Granger knelt between her spread legs and took hold of her.
He grabbed her shoulders. They were soft and smooth and yielding under his tightly gripping fingers. He forced her down flat on her back.
Even though she lay flat on her back, the milky-white globes of her breasts rose up, twin trembling mounds of the softest flesh.
He ached to sink his teeth into them. Those nipples were fat, much larger than those of other girls her age Barbie was most maturely developed.
He wondered if the size of her nipples might be caused by the fact that her lesbian girlfriend sucked on them so often, forcing them to grow.
Well, they belonged to him, now all of her did, every last inch of her precious nubile flesh. She was his property, the way it was supposed to be.
His fingers tightened on her shaking shoulders. She couldn't close her legs since he knelt between them. He touched her breasts.
They were soft and springy, shaking. His fingers probed, explored, tested, touched, fondled. He cupped the breasts in his palms.
He pushed her breasts together, plumping them up. He lowered his heated face to her breasts. He discovered they were wet with her tears.
He liked that. He rubbed his face from side to side on the breasts. He gripped them one in each hand, so the nipples jutted from the tops of his fists.
He squeezed the breasts like he was milking them. The raw red nipples throbbed. He stuck out his tongue and ran it over the nipples.
He fastened the open sucking O of his mouth on a nipple. It throbbed against the smooth wet insides of his lips as he greedily sucked.
Barbie shook and sobbed. He told himself that she would be crying with sweet pleasure when he fucked her. She would learn to love his loving.
And if she didn't well, that was too damned bad.
Barbie belonged to him and he was going to make her into a model daughter she would be a well behaved young miss to the outside world, but in the house and the bedroom she would be her daddy's submissive sex toy.
And the time to begin was right now. His thick hard cock raged to bury its full throbbing length deep inside her pussy.
Yes, her pussy. There was no reason for him to keep his hands off it any more. It was part of her, perhaps her most delicious part.
He would find out. All of her would be his, every part. He raised his mouth from her breasts. Red bite marks showed on the trembling globes.
He looked at her. Her eyes were wide with terror, with all whites showing around the irises. The red rubber ball gag was wedged tightly in her mouth.
The ball dripped saliva, which had drooled down to wet her chin. The black leather straps cut into the soft flesh of her pale frightened face.
Granger touched his daughter's pussy. Barbie moaned. She tried to close her legs but his body was in the way, preventing that
His hands shook as he stroked her pussy. Barbie shuddered in horror. She was afraid to look at him, so wild and furious was his face.
The pussy lips were smooth and soft. His fingers glided over them, the labia rippling as he groped them. He stuck his finger inside.
She was wet, juices oozed from her membranes. He shoved his finger in deep. Even though it was just his finger, her pussy gripped it tightly.
So tight! He couldn't wait to discover how tight it would grip his thick cock, instead of his finger. He got on top of her.
It would have been nice to have her suck him off before he stuck his rod inside her, but he was too eagerly impatient to take her gag off, That could wait for later. He had plenty of time, all the time in the world. He would have her in every hole, in every part he would totalize her.
And it was all starting right now. Gripping his cock, he nudged her quivering pussy with his cock head, creating silky friction.
He grunted and groaned. He was crouched over her, his body raised up on his forearms and knees, as he reached under himself to hold and guide his cock.
He pressed the tip of the rod to the junction of her pussy lips. Lowering himself down, he pried open the pussy lips with the wedge shaped cock head.
Barbie's gasping moans got deeper and came more frequently as the cock was forced inside her. Granger was shaking and moaning.
He stuck his cock head into her. He used the member to stretch her, prying her open for his tool. He humped his hips forward.
Her body was hot and sleek below his. The inside of her pussy was wet silk. It inflamed his senses. He battered at her, forcing his rod in.
Her pussy was slick and slippery. It lubricated in self defense as the rod entered it. Barbie made soft groaning sounds as she was penetrated.
Now that at least part of his cock was safely lodged inside her, he could afford to reach under her and take hold of her lushly nubile hips.
His fingers sank into her soft flesh, bruising it. Holding her tight, he worked his cock into her, jamming it with quick stabbing strokes.
Barbie gurgled sickly as the rod of flesh slid home into her.
Her groans changed to squeals as his rod went deeper. Almost all of it was deep in her. His cock head bumped the mouth of her womb.
The base of his shaft was gripped by her pussy lips, which were pressed under his shaking hips. It was time to start thrusting.
The bound naked daughter's body shook under the violent force of his sexual assault. He jammed his cock into her again and again.
He felt like his entire body, not just his cock burned with fire. He was pressed on top of Barbie, wedging his cock into her again and again.
She shivered and sobbed. Her face was dripping with cold sweat, and her flesh was cool Her back was bowed by the hands cuffed beneath her.
His naked chest pressed hers. Her breasts, those trembling masses of flesh, were pressed flat by his chest as he glued his body to hers.
He wanted to kiss her again and again, but the red rubber ball gag in her mouth of course prevented him from doing so. He wanted to use that pretty mouth....
He was whipped by the demons of lust. Sweat oozed from him, oiling his body. It was a lubricant which made his flesh slippery on Barbie's.
His belly slapped her taut little tummy each time he forced into her He ground his hips and his cock into her, rubbing and thrusting
He rocked harder and faster The bedsprings squealed, and the bed frame rattled from the hard-driving force of his thrusts.
She was all hot wet velvet inside. Each stroke of his hot swollen cock against her membranes tightened his sexual fury one notch higher.
He knew that he was going to come soon.
He reached under her, grabbing her ass. Her spanked ass cheeks were so hot that they all but burned his clutching hands.
He gripped her ass cheeks, one in each hand, sinking his fingers deep into the flesh he had warmed with his vicious spanking.
Barbie groaned with fresh moans of pain. He could feel the inside of her pussy contract convulsively on his cock when he abused her.
Rhythmically, as he drove his thrusts into her, he squeezed her ass, and each time that he did so, her membranes clamped down on his deep-buried cock.
He shoved it all the way inside and stopped. He lay stretched out on top of her, shaking and trembling, his breath coming in quick gasps.
Then he came. He felt like the human equivalent of an oil gusher, except that he gushed spurting semen, come which was pumped from his rigid cock.
Barbie gave off a little shudder and squeal of horror beneath him, but he ignored that, just as he had ignored all laws of man and God.
He felt like his flesh was covered with an invisible pleasure suit which thrilled every shred of his skin as he came inside his captive daughter.
The voices inside his mind the voice of Bill were wiped out by the burst of white light and heat which accompanied his orgasm.
It was a wrenching one. Granger realized through a haze of pleasure that this was the ultimate thrill, the final kick he had searched for.
All those other youngsters he had sought out, kidnapped, and raped with Jack and the late Lewis all those girls had merely been substitutes for the one girl he truly, achingly lusted after his own dear daughter, Barbie.
He collapsed on top of her when the final throes of his orgasm faded.
He lay there like he had fainted, or like he was a dead man. His genitals, his stiff cock and swollen balls, were the center of the pleasure flooding him.
It was like getting a shot of morphine. Blissful electric erotic warmth shot through him, oozing through every blood vessel, every inch of his flesh.
Turning his head to the side, he sobbed for breath. His panting gasps mingled with the stream of steady sobs coming from Barbie.
At last he recovered enough to lift his head. His face was washed out, the lines of tension momentarily smoothed. He gave a sobbing cry of relief and release.
He felt a curious sense of lightness inside him, as though he was filled with helium. He felt like he had just begun a long voyage to an unknown destination.
This, it seemed, was the moment to which his life had been leading up to. All his years had culminated in the rape of his own daughter.
He didn't regret it a bit. In fact, he planned to rape her again and soon.
He raised himself up and pulled out of her. New thrills filled him when his cock slid along her semen saturated membranes as he withdrew from her
His come had soaked into the heated walls of her violated pussy. But he really didn't feel as though he had done anything wrong.
He had just taken what was rightfully his, what was owed to him.
After all, he was her father. He had created her, given her life, fed and clothed and sheltered her for the years she was growing up into a young beauty.
If she had been a good girl, a decent girl, it might have been another story. But, just like her mother, Barbie was a slut.
Barbie thought she was smart and chic and fashionable. No doubt she thought it was a real kick to give up her little pussy to her boyfriends and her girlfriends.
It wasn't fair. She would have casual sex with strangers she hardly even knew, while all the time she withheld her favors from the daddy who loved her.
Well, he was through waiting for her to give it to him. It was his turn to take, and take he would. She would be at his beck and call from now on.
He tried to explain these things to her, but he didn't know if he got the point to her. Barbie just kept sobbing brokenly.
He sat on the edge of the bed. His red cock, glistening with semen, was thick and semi-erect and quivering between his legs.
After a while, shaking his head to clear it, he got up. He turned her over on her tummy and put her into a different kind of restraint.
When he was finished, she was bound in a new position. Her hands were no longer cuffed behind her. Now, they were cuffed in front of her.
The cold steel bracelets were attached so that she was bound to a bedpost at the head of the bed. By twisting, she could lay on her back, side, or belly.
Barbie, sobbing, stretched out on her tummy, so that she could keep off her spanked bottom as much as possible. The ass cheeks continued to twitch.
Her pussy lips were red and irritated from the force with which she had been raped, and the labia were shining and sticky with his oozing semen.
His come dripped from her crotch, trickling down her crack, smearing on the sheets.
She wasn't going anywhere. Granger looked down at her Her ass was cherry red from the spanking. Twinges of lust filled him as he stared hotly at it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Later, Granger locked a dog collar on his daughter.
Barbie sat fidgeting uncomfortably on her bed. It was some hours after the spanking, but her bottom flesh remained tender and sore and aching.
The girl had somewhat recovered from her terror. At least she no longer feared that her deranged daddy would kill her out of hand.
She was certain that he would keep her alive because he wanted to have her, to fuck her, to transform her into his little sex slave.
Her cuffed hands rested on the tops of her smooth thighs. The ball gag had been taken out of her mouth after she promised not to scream for help.
Granger hovered around her, careful to keep his eyes and ears on her for the slightest sign of an escape attempt in the making.
He promised her a whipping which would make her spanking seem tame indeed, if she dared to cross or defy him by trying to get away.
Now, dressed only in an open robe and slippers, he fitted the dog collar around her neck. It was a collar sold at any pet store.
He buckled it in place around her neck. It was a thin belt of tough black leather decorated with shiny metal studs, a collar which buckled shut.
He rigged it so that it fit tightly but not chokingly against her throat. Barbie swallowed hard, uncomfortable with her slave collar.
Of course, there was a leash to go with the dog collar. The leash was some eight or nine feet long, and made of thin but tough chain.
There was a satisfying metallic click as the clip at the end of the leash was fastened into place on a ring attached to the dog collar.
Attached to the opposite end of the leash was a leather loop, a handle which he slipped over his wrist. Now he had his daughter on a leash.
"A naughty girl like you has to be kept on a tight leash," he joked, "so that Daddy can quickly bring you to heel."
Barbie was at her wit's end. She had tried every verbal trick in her arsenal to persuade her crazed, sex-mad daddy to let her go free.
She had tried weeping, whining, begging, little girl sweetness, flattery, tears, cajolery, flirtatiousness, and even reasoned, logical argument.
None had worked, of course. Granger smiled and shook his head at each new gambit she brought into play. He knew what he wanted-her.
Now that he was in it all the way there was no turning back. At last he threatened to gag her if she did not cease her wheedling, and she fell silent.
It was about nine o'clock at night. On the night table were empty dishes stacked on a tray, remnants of the meal which he had fed her a short time ago.
It was just like when she was a little girl, and he had taken care of her when she was sick. He made food for her and brought it up to her on a tray.
He had unlocked her from the bedpost so she could sit up and eat, but he left her hands cuffed so she would not be tempted to try to break away.
He fed her by hand. He pinned a neat bib around her neck, his hands brushing her shaking breasts as he knotted the strings of the bib together.
Then he spoon-fed her, just like she was a little baby.
At first Barbie was too frightened to be hungry, but the promise of punishment unless she ate all her food proved an effective persuader.
He sat on a chair pulled up to the bed, spooning soup into her mouth. It was a slow and tedious process, but he loved every second of it.
He would hold the spoon carefully, taking pains not to spill any of the broth as he guided it to her open mouth.
He would insert the spoon inside her mouth. Her pink puckered lips would close on the spoon, and she would slurp the soup down.
It gave him a real feeling of power over her, to feed her in such a childish manner. He wanted to reduce her to helpless dependency on him.
Sometimes she would be careless, and the soup would spill on the bed, occasionally spilling off it to spatter of her soft pink flesh.
When the soup was finished, he wiped her mouth with a napkin. He forced her to drink a healthy glass of milk, a drink which she had hated.
But she drank it all down. She would obey him in small things, like drinking her milk, and she would obey him in large things sexually, for example.
It was the wonderful start of a brand-new relationship between father and daughter. Dad was taking his won back, taking control.
When the meal was done, he wiped her with a napkin, then took off her bib. That was when he locked the dog collar and leash on her.
Now that she was leashed, it was time that she took care of his needs, just as he so thoughtfully had taken care of hers.
He pulled downward on the leash. "Down, girl! Down, Barbie!"
Red spots of glowing color burned in her deathly pale cheeks. When he pulled on the leash, he bowed her head, and she had to climb off the bed.
She climbed awkwardly, since her hands were cuffed, and her sore bottom hindered and hampered her movements. She got down on her hands and knees.
Granger wore his robe. That was all he wore.
Clothes were a nuisance, unnecessary in the incestuous paradise he had created here.
He looked down at Barbie, groveling on her hands and knees. It was a supreme picture of degradation, one which he would always treasure.
At last his wayward teenage daughter was learning proper humility. Power filled him, making him exultant, causing his cock to swell and stiffen.
The robe hung open, so that the middle of his naked body was exposed. Barbie shivered as she watched his cock harden in front of her face.
It bobbed, jerked, spasmed, stiffened. Within seconds it had become a hard, thick erection, a vigorous member which sprouted from his hips.
He said, "I'm not quite finished with giving you your nourishment, Barbie. I've got something else for you dessert!"
"Daddy, please, don't make me do this-"
"Stop your tears and whining, little girl. They'll earn you nothing but more and stricter punishment. The era of permissiveness is over."
He ordered her to get on her knees-ordered her! Only yesterday, this haughty teen miss would have laughed in her father's face if he had been foolish enough to dare to give her even the slightest order.
Now the tables were turned, and the situation was totally reversed.
Here was no miracle. All that was needed to transform Barbie was willpower, cunning, and the judicious application of punishment.
And the fun Granger's fun (and Bill's, too) was just beginning.
It hardly seemed possible to Granger that his cock could get any harder. It was a throbbing rod of rigid red flesh eager for servicing.
Granger took hold of the bed chain close to where it was attached to the collar circling Barbie's neck. He pulled her to him.
She was on her knees now, where she belonged. She looked up at him fearfully, trying not to stare at the rod of flesh which twitched so close to her face.
Granger gripped his cock with his free hand. Moving forward, he rubbed his cock head against her soft flesh, her downy cheeks.
Barbie whimpered. Power surged through his throbbing cock. This was sweet! It was much better leaving Barbie ungagged so much more tantalizingly erotic.
"Give Daddy a great big sloppy kiss, right where it counts the most!"
Groaning deep in the back of her throat, Barbie puckered her lips and pressed them against the swollen cock head, making a wet smooching sound.
The contact of her lips on his cock sent his senses tingling with sexual fire. His balls were stiff and swollen, tingling with desire, with lust.
He nudged the fleshy tip of the cock against her lips. "Open wide, honey!"
Barbie parted her lips and opened her mouth. Only a few moments ago, he had fed spoon after spoon of soup into that quivering pink-lipped mouth.
Now the real fun would begin. He stuffed his cock head between her lips. He ordered her to lick and slurp and suck his cock head.
"I know that you can do it real good, Barbie," he said, "so don't disappoint me! Remember, I saw you sucking off your dyke girlfriend's dildo! You better do me with the same enthusiasm that you sucked that phony cock Ive got the real thing!"
Her puckered lips pressed the shaft of his cock below the rim of its head. The rest was in her mouth. Her tongue whipped the cock head.
Her tongue was a pink blur of motion in her mouth as it flicked and licked his cock head. He squirmed when she licked the little hole in the tip.
He inched forward, pushing in deeper Her hot wet mouth had superb suction as she worked over his rod of flesh. Thrilling sensations shot through his cock.
He said, "That's it, Barbie girl! Pretend that you're sucking a lollipop! Because that's just what you're doing sucking Daddy's lollipop of flesh!"
Saliva oozed from the corners of her mouth, wetting her trembling chin. He rubbed the swollen cock head against the slippery roof of her mouth.
He looked down, pleased at the sight of his red rod slipping inside her lips. She gurgled sickly as he stuffed the cock deeper into her throat.
He pulled on the dog chain, bringing her frightened face closer to him as he put his cock deeper into her mouth.
As she bobbed her head, moving her mouth up and down on his member, he loved the vision of her breasts jiggling back and forth.
His breath came faster, in grunting groans. His ass cheeks were tightly clenched. The flaps of his robe streamed and shook as his body moved.
As her head bobbed back and forth, her hair was agitatated, so that the tips of her soft hair brushed his hairy thighs when he pulled her close.
Between breathless gasps he rasped his instructions, hoarsely commanding her to be sure to swallow his come when he shot it in her mouth.
The smooth slippery insides of her lips massaged his red rod as it thrust back and forth, in and out. He always kept his cock head safely in her mouth.
As his orgasm threatened to break over him, he pulled her close and stuffed his cock deep. Her eyes widened as her mouth was penetrated.
His cock was holstered deep in her throat. It twitched and pulsed on her quivering tongue. He gripped her head, holding it in place.
He came inside her mouth. Semen was pumped from his swollen balls, up the rigid column of his cock, and spurted into her mouth.
The come splashed the soft tissues at the back of her throat. Her jaw and neck muscles flexed as she sucked and slurped, gulping it down.
The spurting semen was swallowed. It glided in thick liquid masses, sliding down her gullet. Daddy came hard, hot, and in heavy quantities.
He groaned like he was stretched on a rack of pleasure. He shook like a leaf in a storm. He gave a final shudder as his convulsions ceased.
He groaned with satisfaction. Erotic heat billowed up from his groin. He could hardly tell where the outlines of his cock ended, and her throat began.
He kept the cock holstered deep in her mouth. He idly toyed with her hair, absently twisting the strands into spirals, then watching them unwind.
At last he pulled his cock out of her mouth. Semen clung to her lips and chin. He saw come coating her pink tongue with a glistening covering.
His semi-erect cock dripped with saliva and semen. He wiped his member clean in her hair.
He gripped a handful of her hair and used it like a towel, rubbing the come and saliva clean from his cock, so that it matted the silky strands of hair.
He flopped down, sitting on the bed's edge, resting.
Barbie shifted uncomfortably, her face showing signs of strain. She sighed heavily, frowning and fretting, chewing her lower lip in agitation.
Finally she broke the silence. Her voice choking with embarrassment, she told her daddy that she had to attend a call of nature, and go to the bathroom.
This thrilled Granger the spectacle of his teenage daughter groveling on the floor on her hands and knees, telling him that she had to eliminate.
He got up. Of course she would be allowed to use the bathroom the laws of health and hygiene must be obeyed. Of course, he would accompany her.
She would not be permitted to walk to the bathroom she must crawl, on her hands and knees, part of her lesson in humility.
Later, when she had been sufficiently disciplined, and had demonstrated her new submissiveness and respect for her dominant daddy, he would think of restoring her privileges, or some of them But that was some time in the future.
He tugged on the dog chain. He told Barbie to get moving, unless she would prefer it if he spread newspapers in a corner of her room and forced her to do her business on them, like a dog, instead of being graciously allowed to use the bathroom.
Barbie crawled on her hands and knees. Her dangling breasts swayed from side to side, softly slapping the insides of her arms as she moved.
Her luscious bottom still showed a deep red glow. Blisters rose on the smooth surface of her thoroughly spanked ass cheeks.
Out of her bedroom into the hall, and down the hall to the bathroom. Barbie was further handicapped on the long crawl, since her hands remained cuffed.
When they were inside the bathroom, Granger leaned over his daughter. He hooked his hands under her cuffed arms and lifted her to her feet.
He lifted the plastic toilet seat lid. Barbie sat down on it. She gasped when he took a seat on the edge of the bathtub, facing her.
Timidly she asked if he wasn't going to leave. Granger smiled smugly as he shook his head no. He would stay here to watch her conduct.
If she was too embarrassed to properly perform her eliminatory processes, well, he would do something about that. But he was staying.
Barbie blushed with supreme embarrassment. Choking sobs filled her. Her soft breasts shook and joggled as she sniffled, squirmed, and sighed deeply.
Her face blushed as red as her spanked ass. She couldn't look at him, and he couldn't stop looking at her. He was thrilled by her humiliation.
She shifted and uncomfortably squirmed on the seat. Her round bottom rubbed the sleek white plastic, making soft squeaking sounds as she shifted.
There was nothing for her to do but give in. She planted her feet wide, opening her legs so Granger could see her pink-lipped pussy.
After some seconds, a few golden drops sprinkled from her pussy lips. She choked with supreme humiliation as the drops became a spurting stream.
Granger was delighted. This girl, who had hidden so much from her daddy when he was done with her re-training, she would have no secrets at all from him. Her privacy was a thing of the past, now that she was daddy's little slave daughter.
When the golden shower had run its course, and dribbled away into the last few drops, Barbie believed mistakenly that the worst was over.
She was wrong. Her father insisted on cleaning her himself, thus increasing her shame a thousandfold. But, as he pointed out, her hands were cuffed, and she wouldn't be able to take care of such simple duties as cleaning up after herself.
She was forced to rise and stand with her feet spread. Granger neatly folded a square of toilet paper and dabbed it between her legs.
When he was done, she was thoroughly crushed. The sound of the flushing toilet accompanied Barbie's dropping to her knees and crawling out of the bathroom.
Granger took her back to her own bedroom. His brain teemed with images of the delicious degradations he desired to inflict on her.
Still, he needed rest. He would put her in bondage. He cuffed her to the bed while he went through the house, gathering all the ropes he needed.
As he made ready, he thought that it was too bad that the little group of himself, Jack, and the deceased Lewis had broken up so soon.
What a time they could have had, breaking Barbie, bringing that haughty teenager to heel, and forcing her to sexually serve mature adult males.
But it was better this way. This way, he had her all to himself, and didn't have to share her with anybody else. She was his and his alone.
He thought of how Barbie had been when he spied on her from outside, when she writhed at the end of her lesbian lover's dildo.
She was a wanton, a corrupt little slut. He might not have minded her sexual amorality if she had only lavished some of that hot-thighed teenage love on her daddy.
But she had denied it to him, forcing him to take it from her. For that offense, she must be punished again.
CHAPTER NINE
Punished Barbie certainly was, as Granger observed with satisfaction as he savored her latest sufferings, sufferings he had designed himself.
It was shortly after midnight, dividing line between Friday night and Saturday morning. The weekend had barely started yet.
In the short time she had been his helpless teen captive, naked Barbie had been stripped, subdued, spanked, raped in her pussy, raped in her mouth, and humiliated.
Granger was just getting warmed up. He sat in her bedroom, sipping scotch and playing with his semi-erect cock as he watched Barbie writhe.
She lay on the bed in painful bondage. Once again she was gagged, since he had tired of her tearful pleas for mercy and release.
This time she was gagged with a pair of her mother's soiled panties which Granger had taken from the hamper he thought it made a fitting gag.
like mother, like daughter. Felicia was a slut. She had passed that on to Barbie, but luckily Granger had managed to get to his daughter in time.
Barbie had sluttish tendencies, and the pleasure-loving nature of a whore, but there was hope that he could still mold her into the kind of daughter he desired.
In the meantime, there was nothing like some strict and painful bondage to soften her up and weaken her resistance to his commands.
Barbie was stretched out on her back on the bed. Her hands were no longer cuffed, but were now secured together with strands of rope.
Her hands, tied in front of her, rested on her belly, the fingers writhing like the rest of her.
More ropes circled her upper body. It was the kind of tough yet thin rope often used for clothesline. It was perfect for bondage purposes.
Strands of it were wrapped around her upper body, pinning her arms to her sides. The ropes pressed deeply into the softnesses of her breasts.
Yes, even her breasts were in bondage, and her daddy had loved putting them in that painful predicament. He had shivered with lust when he bound her.
The ropes dug into the masses of her soft bosom flesh, digging deep, so that folds of tender flesh spread over the confining ropes.
Cunningly, punishingly, he had tied the ropes so that her pink nipples were held prisoner between two strands of the tight bonds.
Her nipples, now chafed and irritated, were no longer soft and pink. They were red and stiff and throbbing, and she moaned from the pain.
Her stiff nipples--nipples which he had pinched and pulled and nibbled until they were stiffly erect were pressed by the tight strands.
The constant pressure kept them in a state of throbbing erection. By now the nipples were so red and dark that they were almost purple in color.
Barbie was bound in a sitting position. Her back pressed the white-painted headboard of her bed, and her legs were stretched in front of her.
Stretched and spread. Ropes circled her ankles, holding her legs spread eagled and wide open, preventing her from closing her legs.
There was more. Jutting from her spread pussy lips was the thick base of the dildo which was stuffed inside her pussy.
Granger had put it there, of course. It seemed like fitting and poetic justice.
Granger put down his drink. His other hand played with his semi-erect cock, teasing it, playing with it, preparing it for the action to come.
Reaching out, he touched her nipple. It throbbed heavily against his probing fingertip. It was angry and purple-red.
He flicked it contemptuously. Barbie writhed in pain. Her nipples ached from the constant chafing pressure of the rope, and this multiplied her intense discomfort.
Granger chuckled. He could think of a thousand little cruelties and indignities and degradations he ached to inflict on his captive daughter.
And inflict them he would starting right now.
His hand moved from her breasts down between her legs. He took hold of the base of the dildo planted deep in her pussy.
It vibrated from her shaking and shivering. He gripped the dildo and worked it around inside her, pushing it this way and that, shaking it.
He was rewarded by the sighs and sobs which the action forced out of her. This was a thick dildo, much wider in diameter than his own cock.
But he would take it out of her. He gripped the base of the shaft and pulled it out of her pussy, slowly, very teasingly and tantalizingly.
Her pussy lips, which were stretched and folded over on themselves, quivered as the dildo was retracted from inside them.
Pussy secretions, thick and wet and shining, glimmered on the dildo shaft as it was pulled out of the tight and narrow passage of pleasure which was her pussy.
Out it came. Her membranes stretched as the fat knobbed dildo head was taken out of her. There was a popping noise as the dildo came free.
Her pussy dripped with juices. He licked some of them off the dildo. They were rich and fresh, tangy on his tongue. He set the dildo down.
Leaning forward, he took a close look at her pussy. Sobbing, shaking, tears rolling down her face, Barbie sagged back against the headboard.
There was a constant dull ache inside her pussy, from the prolonged pressure of the dildo which had just been removed.
Of course, the ache in her pussy was mild compared to the pain in her nipples. The nipples themselves had gone numb, but not the bosom which surrounded them.
Her breasts were incredibly sensitized. They ached from the chafing pressure of the cruel ropes which cut into them punishing her with each breath.
As long as she lay perfectly still, like a statue, the pain was endurable. But the least movement, even breathing, made pains shoot through her breasts.
Granger examined her pussy. It was such a small, thin, and vulnerable section of anatomy, and now it was open to any assault he cared to make.
He put his hands on her pussy, which writhed at his touch. The pussy lips throbbed as his fingertips pressed them on either side.
He pried her pussy lips open, exposing the pulsing pink membranes, so wet and sleek and shimmering with the secretions oozing from their walls.
Bending forward, he pressed his face to her crotch.
The sweet scent of her sex was full and pungent, filling his lungs like perfume from a flower of flesh musky perfume which set fire to his senses.
He wedged his mouth against her membranes, membranes which were exposed since his fingers held her pussy lips pried apart.
No liquid on earth was half so sweet as the juices which flowed from her precious little pussy. He buried his face in her sex.
Barbie shuddered, groaning with horror as her depraved daddy rooted around in her pussy, burying his hot face in her dripping wet sex.
He rubbed his face against her naked membranes, smearing her juices on him. He wanted to wallow in her sex, to absorb her very juices through his skin.
His tongue extended from his mouth and shoved inside her pussy, stabbing into her. Barbie whimpered and moaned as he licked her pussy.
He pressed his tongue tip against her clitoris. She shivered and writhed. He put his fingertips on either side and pulled the labia aside.
Now her clitoris was exposed, nakedly vulnerable. It was a little pink pearl of flesh. He thought it was the cutest thing he had ever seen.
He pressed his tongue tip on the exposed clitoris. Barbie pressed against the headboard, shaking her head, sobbing helplessly.
His tongue burrowed in her pussy. He concentrated mainly on her clitoris. His tongue tip massaged the tiny fleshy button.
As he kept up his licking of her most sensitive part, she couldn't help but respond on a purely physical level to the oral stimulation.
Her body betrayed her. It didn't care that she was the bound prisoner of her demented daddy, and that it was his tongue going that licking and sensual slurping.
Her body knew only that it was being stimulated, and it reacted accordingly. More fresh juices oozed from the pores of her pussy walls.
Granger ate Barbie, tonguing her clitoris to orgasm.
Her perfect little body went rigid at the climax, then sagged in short-lived relief before the pain of her bound and punished breasts reasserted itself.
Granger busied himself untying the knots of the ropes which held her ankles. He plucked them open, freeing her feet.
Barbie was learning fast, he was pleased to see. Even though her legs were now untied, she made no attempt to close them and hide and protect her pussy with her thighs.
Red grooves were marked on the flesh of her slender ankles. Granger took hold of her feet and pulled her down flat on the bed.
When she lay flat on her back, he flipped her over, turning her on her tummy. He climbed on her back, his weight pressing her into the mattress.
He straddled her so that he faced her bottom which was spread out in front of him like a pair of fleshy globes, soft and ripe and smooth.
There was still deep warmth in her ass cheeks from the spanking he had given her earlier, as he was pleased to discover when he grabbed her ass.
She writhed and moaned beneath him. Her bound breasts with their pain-numbed nipples were pressed beneath her, so that the ropes punished them even more strictly.
Granger took hold of her ass cheeks, clutching a ripe rounded buttock in each hand. He delighted in her suffering sighs when he gripped the ass cheeks.
He pulled the buttocks to the sides, spreading them, opening her ass. Her bottom cheeks were high and rounded, and had a deep cleft running between them
This cleft was now exposed, along with the pale brown wrinkled rosebud of her anus.
Barbie gasped with shock when he probed it.
"Ah!" He grunted with satisfaction. "Here's one place where Daddy's little bondage brat is a virgin, thank heaven!"
He could tell by the tightness of the anal ring that it was virgin, uncracked and never taken. Well, he would take care of that in a hurry!
He pressed his probing fingertip against the wrinkled folds. They quivered and contracted, as though thrown into a panic by his probing.
She was incredibly tight. She gasped as he stuffed the first joint of his finger inside her and wiggled it around, stretching the membranes.
A tight dull aching in his cock caused him to glance down between his legs, where he saw a rigid rod of flesh jutting in stiff and throbbing erection.
It was not quite time to put that rod into action yet. There were still preparations to be taken care of. He climbed off her.
He pulled her up to a sitting position. She sobbed constantly, her eyes bloodshot and red-rimmed from so many tears shed on this day of reckoning.
He untied her breasts from the strict and painful bondage he had put them into. Finally the last strands dropped free to fall around her thin waist.
Barbie sat bolt upright, shuddering. Deep and cruel red vertical lines were pressed into her bosom flesh, which lost some of its pale whiteness.
She writhed from the pain of the normal flow of circulation being restored. Shooting pains sizzled through her breasts, bringing fresh tears.
Now that her nipples were freed from the chafing bondage, they still remained stiff and aching, but they began to throb with renewed pain as the numbness left.
Granger picked up the dog chain where he had left it on her night table and clipped it to the collar circling her neck her slave collar.
He forced her to walk into the bathroom. He left her hands tied, and he kept the gag in her mouth.
Barbie huddled in a corner of the bathroom, backed up against the wall, trying to get as far away from her demented daddy as she could in the small room.
He opened a cupboard where towels and things were kept, and showed his fearful captive daughter the surprise he had hidden within an enema bag.
Barbie's eyes widened in new horror as her daddy brandished the enema bag in front of her, waving it in front of her red, shamed face.
He had bought the enema bag today along with the many other items he had purchased at the adult emporium. He was well equipped for a weekend of domination and degradation.
Here, locked away inside the walls of his suburban middle class home, he had created his own private world, a world where his whim was law, where he was king and his haughty daughter was his cringing slave, to be humiliated and abused as it pleased him.
And right now, it pleased him greatly to humiliate and abuse her.
The red rubber bag was deflated, empty, thin. A length of white tube was attached to the bottom of the bag, and dangled freely.
"You are a wicked child, Barbie. You have to be cleaned externally and internally so you can become my pure sweet innocent little girl."
"Your punishments have helped to cleanse your outer body but you still have a long way to go, and you can be sure that your punishments are not finished yet."
"This will help clean you out internally. And don't make a fuss, daughter of mine, or I'll make this a real punishment enema!'
Barbie watched in stunned horror as her daddy filled the bag with lukewarm water from the tap. The bag swelled obscenely, straining at the seams.
He poured soap flakes in the top, mixing them with the watery solution.
When the bag was ready for use (and Barbie's abuse), he closed the bathroom door and locked it, sealing himself in with his bound and gagged captive daughter.
He hung the swollen bag on a hook on the door. He set out what he would need, then sat down on the plastic toilet seat lid, with his feet on the cool tiled floor.
He beckoned Barbie to him. When she failed to immediately obey his summons, he reminded her that he could give her a strapping on her naked ass before the enema began.
Fat tears of shame rolled down her quivering cheeks as she came to him.
He told her that she would take the enema across his lap, as though she was a little girl, who would have to assume that childish and degrading position.
His robe fell open before he pulled her across his knees. Barbie whimpered as he put her in position, with her lush and lovely bottom cheeks quivering.
Her flesh pressed his cock, which was as stiffly erect as it had been back in her bedroom Indeed it had remained in hat condition throughout the preparations.
He lifted the lid from the jar of lubricant he had set out on the sink. He dipped His fingers into the grease, scooping it out.
His other hand spread her ass cheeks, exposing her rear opening. He stuffed the lubricant in her ass, greasing up the tight and tiny anus.
When she was oiled, he was able to slid his finger into her with a minimum of trouble. Oh, she was a tight delight, no doubt about that!
He wiped the excess grease off on her buttocks. The enema nozzle, made of flexible white plastic, was thin but over six inches long.
He dipped the nozzle in the jar of lubricant and swirled it around, coating the tip with a heavy layer of the oily, shining, shimmering grease.
Again he parted her buttocks, as though he were spreading them to take her rectal temperature. His thumb and forefinger spread the anal ring.
Barbie hung her head in abject shame. She closed her eyes. Her face was so red and flushed with burning shame that it felt boiling hot.
Her nipples throbbed with steady, aching pain. They still were dark red and stiff from the chafing abuse they had previously suffered.
Granger pressed the nozzle tip to her tiny puckered ass-hole. The opening was smaller than a dime it would really be something to squeeze his cock in there!
First things first. He wanted his dominated daughter all fresh and squeaky-clean inside, before he moved to the next phase, and took her ass.
The wrinkled folds of the anal ring parted as the nozzle pressed inside. Barbie groaned from deep in the pit of her stomach as she was anally penetrated.
He fed the nozzle tip to her smoothly, slowly, lingering over the insertion process. He thrilled to the feeling of her hot body shivering against his flesh.
This was true domination. He would control every part of her, even her most intimate bodily functions. He would rule every part of her.
Into her tight rectum he fed the enema nozzle. Barbie groaned and writhed on his lap, her breasts jiggling and her buttocks rippling.
His stiff cock was pressed against her naked hips. Her tufted silky bush rubbed his flesh. Her smooth warm thighs caressed his cock.
At last the nozzle was safely, securely, and deeply lodged. He reached up and leaned over to open the valve fluid gurgled down the tubes.
Barbie gurgled as the fluid filled her.
He prolonged the process as long as possible. He kept interrupting the flow of fluid inside her, shutting off the valve in mid-flow.
Slowly the swollen red rubber enema bag lost its volume as its contents were emptied inside Barbie. Her flat little tummy was expanded outward.
Uncomfortable, she sighed and sobbed and shifted her position as much as her daddy's tightly gripping hands would permit.
As the fluid gurgled inside her, her belly stretched outward, making it look as though his voluptuous daughter had a fat pot belly.
That amused Granger. He was determined to fill her with the entire bag. As it passed the half-empty mark, Barbie's discomfort steadily increased.
At last the final drops of the soapy fluid dribbled down the tube and inside Barbie. By this time, the red-faced girl moaned in constant discomfort.
Granger left the nozzle inside her, so it would serve as a plug. He heard quite noisy rumblings and gurglings from inside her belly.
She gasped breathlessly. Tears spilled from her bright round eyes. He forced her to hold the enema for a good five minutes.
He would have forced her to hold it longer, but his lust was too strong. He had to have her, and he couldn't wait any longer.
He pulled the nozzle out of her ass. He eased her off his lap, forcing her to stand on the floor. She was hunched forward, moaning, her bound hands pressed against her swollen tummy, her thighs pressed together in the effort to hold back.
Taking his time, he got off the toilet, lifted the lid. Her urgency was much greater than her shame, and she immediately parked her bottom on the seat and explosively voided the contents of her bowels.
CHAPTER TEN
Back in her bedroom, Barbie was trussed up and ready for raping ready for the rape of her virgin ass, by her demented daddy.
It was fitting, somehow, that he do all these things to Barbie in her own room rather than in his bedroom, or some other room in the house.
Just as his rod of flesh had invaded her intimate parts, he himself invaded her private room, symbolizing that it had come under his dominion, just as she had.
Into that teenage girl's bedroom, with its white framed bed, soft pink curtains, pop star posters, and other girlish accessories, he had moved a chair.
It was a thickly padded, high backed arm chair. Barbie was tied to it, helpless in the rigid bondage he had secured her in.
She stood with her spread bare feet planted on the floor. She stood behind the chair, and was bent forward from the waist.
She was stretched forward, with her tummy pressing the top of the chair's back. Her upper body and bound arms dangled down on the other side of the chair.
Her ankles were each secured to the short thick chair legs by the same ropes which had been used to so painfully bind her bosom earlier in the evening.
Her arms were stretched down in front of her, with the wrists bound together. A second strand of rope secured her bound hands to a front chair leg.
Barbie's face was buried in her arms, but she kept lifting it and looking around over her shoulder to see what her daddy would do next.
He stood behind her, stroking his stiff cock as he watched her squirm
After the enema had cleaned her out, he had used a wet wash cloth and lukewarm water to thoroughly cleanse her rear, further degrading her.
Now she was squeaky-clean, inside and out-ready for his rod of flesh.
And it was ready for her. Still, there was something missing, and he had to stop and think in order to determine what it was that was missing.
The answer came to him. The redness had gone out of her bottom It had been hours since her spanking, and some of the soreness had faded.
Well, he would fix that. On the bed was a short strand of rope, less than two feet long. He picked it up, doubling it in his hand.
He let it dangle across the curves of her rounded bottom cheeks. She shivered as the ropes glided over her hot flesh, tickling her.
It stopped tickling when he swatted her bottom with it. The rope made a whooshing sound as it cut through empty air, then cut into her soft flesh.
Barbie gasped. Gagged or not, he could hear and delight in her cries of pain. He would not give her a real whipping just enough to warm her up.
It was exciting, lashing her cupcake buttocks with the rope. It left angry red welted marks running horizontally across her quivering ass cheeks.
Barbie, moaning, shifted from side to side, as best as she was able with her feet and hands bound to the chair, as she tried to minimize the pain of the strikes.
Her ass cheeks rippled this way and that, her bottom twitched. The shaking movements of her hips was kind of an imitation of the thrusting movements of intercourse.
He laid ten strokes of the whipping rope across her ass a light dose of pain, but one which left her shaking and sobbing with fresh and bitter tears.
Angry red lashing marks crisscrossed her soft, heart-shaped ass, which twitched as though the ropes still fell punishingly across it.
He threw the ropes aside, shrugged off his robe, so that he stood naked behind her. He reached for the jar of lubricant he had brought from the bathroom.
The grease smelled faintly of sweet perfume. He dipped his fingers into it and once more parted her buttocks, opening them for his touch.
She whimpered with new pain as he took hold of her ass cheeks and spread them wide. He smeared the ointment in the crack of her ass.
She moaned and groaned as he stuffed the lubricant in her anus. She was perfectly, delightfully clean inside, with her anus all pinkish-brown.
She cried as he slipped his finger inside her. He was thrilled by the tightness of her rectum nipped his finger tightly.
He pushed his greased finger deep into her. The lubricant eased the penetration. His finger filled her up to the knuckle.
He wiggled the finger inside her, and she shook and shivered in response to his probing manipulations of her most private parts.
Not even any of the horny cockers who had fucked his daughter had taken her ass, Granger noted with supreme satisfaction.
All unknowingly, she had saved the rose, the flower of her virgin ass, for none other than her dearly devoted daddy, who now would pluck that rose.
He pulled his finger out of her. The pinkish-brown folds of her anus sealed closed, but they would soon be pried open by a more formidable penetrator.
Granger smeared a handful of oily lubricant on his stiffly jutting red cock.
His member throbbed as he massaged the grease into it. Red was his cock, a dull burning red which glowed with his internal fires.
When he was done, the member shone with a coating of the oily grease, shimmering in the dimly intimage light of Barbie's bedroom.
She twisted in her bondage. There was no escape. She was tied as tightly and securely as a sacrificial offering on an altar.
Indeed, she would be sacrificing something very dear and precious to her the virginity of her tender young ass, which her daddy would claim.
He would claim it now. She twisted her head to look frantically and pleading over her shoulder at him as he took hold of her buttocks and pulled them open.
The anus was a single, unwinking little brown eye in the cleft of her ass. Hard to believe that the tiny orifice could encompass his thick and rigid rod.
True fear, terror, showed in her eyes. Her fear hit Granger like a straight shot of adrenalin this was the kind of respect he wanted from his degraded daughter.
His oiled fingers sank deep into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks, flesh which was now red and striped from the little whipping he had just given her.
Holding her buttocks open with one hand, he guided his cock between her ass cheeks, the red swollen head pointing like a fleshy dart at the target of her rosebud.
He knew that under the gag she pleaded with him to spare her this penetration. But her pleas were in vain, and only excited him the more.
After all if he didn't fuck her in the ass, somebody else would, sooner or later. Why shouldn't he be the first to claim that treasure?
He would be ... he pressed his cock head against her rosebud.
The tip of the cock pressed into the little hollow formed by the anus. The rosebud quivered and contracted, as though trying to shrink in on itself.
Granger grunted as he stuffed his cock forward. He didn't want to damage her in such a sensitive spot, especially since it would be her first time.
On the other hand, a certain amount of force was required if he wished to penetrate her virgin ass. A certain amount of pain was also part of the package.
After all, a girl didn't lose the virginity of her maidenhead without a certain quota of pain from the breaking of the tender virgin tissue.
So it was with the ass there would be an inescapable amount of pain and violence necessary to accomplish the deed.
He pushed into her. The oil on her rosebud and his cock head made things slippery, and he had to tightly grip his cock head to keep it from slipping.
He kept it pressed to the rosebud as he pushed his hips steadily forward. The cock head was in place, and the fleshy wedge slowly pried open the ring.
Barbie gasped and groaned as her anal ring was filled with his cock head, the wrinkled folds smoothed out into the stretched ring filled by his cock.
Her body was rigid. Grunting, he commanded her to relax, a command she was unable to fulfill, under the circumstances.
The pressure of her anal ring on his cock was like a vise of flesh, gripping with startling tightness that thrilled him to the depths of his soul.
Barbie's head jerked up out of her bound arms. Her eyes were squeezed shut, with fat tears, clear as crystal, being squeezed out of her. Her face was deathly pale and contorted' by the extreme intensity of the rear-entry rape.
Her daddy sweated and grunted as he worked at the undoing of her virginity.
Suddenly he forced his knobbed cock head past the anal ring, cracking the virginity of it. Barbie squealed and shuddered as she was penetrated.
His cock head was safely and tightly lodged in her ass, past the violated rosebud. Granger groaned from the awesome pressure and tightness.
