Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captor's demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors... both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In DAUGHTER IN THE STOCKS Barbi Brewer finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts by her father, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Barbi suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
--The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Is this the little bitch that was trying to sell her ass on the street?" The voice was gruff and menacing as it drifted into the cell where Barbi lay muffling her sobs into a dirty blanket atop a hard, narrow cot.
"Yeah," a more familiar voice confirmed. "This is the teeny whore."
A large metal key rattled in the lock set among the bars.
"Sweet ol' Dad is on the way down here to pick her up," the second man continued. "But we got plenty of time, and don't let the slut tell you any different. She says she wasn't out there hustling pussy, but just look at the way she's dressed. Barely into high school, I figure, and already she looks and dresses like all the other whores."
Tracks of tears traced through the dust on her cheeks, picked up from the dirty bed and the dingy air of the country cellblock. Her blond hair, cropped short at the ears, feathered down in shambles onto the hard, uncovered pillow where she had lain several hours, pretending to be asleep. And gone with the sheen in her hair was the sparkle in her aquamarine eyes that now looked out anxiously from her pretty face.
The door-really nothing more than a gate in the floor-to-ceiling steel bars-slid to the side, and in the doorway appeared two policemen with duty caps still perched on the back of their heads. The dark blue of their uniforms accented by the silvers and blacks, and the leather of their motorcycle boots made them appear more like military men than country protectors of the law.
And there was nothing about their faces that denied that image. The sneers and sternness of their expressions, however, did nothing to hide the naked lust in their eyes. There was contempt there also, something the young, fearful girl was not used to.
"What do you want?" she asked weakly. But the two men didn't even give her the benefit of a civil reply.
"We ask the goddamn questions around here, girl!" the larger of the two snarled. "And whores keep their mouths shut until we tell them they can speak. And in this case, you don't have any permission. So, clam up, bitch!"
The door slid shut noisily behind them, trapping Barbi in the cell with the two menacing men. Her frightened eyes were whipped around the room looking for some way to escape, but it was obviously hopeless.
One of the two, she recognized as the officer who had forced her into the police car down on the boulevard when she had been looking for Sue. Her friend, a close companion from school, had run away from home, and Barbi had been searching for her, hoping against hope to catch her before she did anything terribly wrong. Perhaps she had been wrong to wear the tight mini-skirt and fluorescent lavender blouse, but she knew that the street people wouldn't have told her anything if she'd come asking questions dressed in any other way. The problem was that the policemen refused to believe her when she tried to explain, if they just hadn't been so close-minded, all of this crazy mix-up never would have happened. Barbi had put her own self in danger by venturing out into the street of pimps, runaways and whores, and here she was, locked up in a cell, accused of trying to sell herself to some man. It just wasn't fair.
"I'm not what you think!" she spat at the officers as they stalked into the center of the small cell.
"You mean you're a boy whore?" the shorter man laughed. "You trying to tell us you got a dick swinging between your legs rather than some juicy hole?" His hand drifted out to tap his companion conspiratorially on the chest.
"Don't let her give you any of that gay boy shit!" he continued with a snort. "I got a handful of those tits when I was pushing her into the car. Ain't no gay boy got titties like that, no matter how many hormones he takes."
"Maybe I better check for myself," the taller man hissed evilly. "When Daddy gets here, I want to make sure to give him his slut daughter back rather than some gay boy you've picked off the street."
Surely they wouldn't! Barbi gasped to herself. They couldn't molest her right here in the middle of their own cellblock. There were even open compartments-no walls, just bars-and other prisoners could see from the surrounding cells. But apparently, that didn't bother the two horny men.
The taller one stepped up to the bunk and jerked her tank top down to her waist. Her pert young tits jiggled tightly from their sudden release, revealing flesh that was firm beneath her upturned nipples. Like overturned teacups of succulent flesh, the mounds quivered enticingly on the chest of the young girl, who hadn't even been fucked yet.
"No, please!" Barbi shrieked almost in disbelief. Her hands shot to her chest to cover her two nipples with both of her palms.
"What you so goddamn shy for?" the policeman with his hand still on her blouse snarled. He glanced back over his shoulder to call to his companion. "Carl, you did say you caught her whoring on the street, didn't you?"
"Caught her myself, Bill, right across the street from Pussy Park. She was talking to two other sluts, but I let her be until she walked right up to this guy and tried to peddle her ass. I was in uniform so I had to move in, then."
"I wasn't!" Barbi cried. "I was asking him whether he had seen my friend. I was only trying to find one of my friends!"
"That's not even original, bitch!" Bill laughed, and knocked her right hand aside. He pinched the nipple of her right tit.
"It's not an excuse," Barbi insisted and pushed at his invading hand. "I only wore these clothes because nobody down there would help me unless they thought I was one of them. I'm not a whore. No boy's ever done anything to me!"
"I only wear these clothes because I'm a cop," Bill snarled right into her face. "And you better goddamn well believe that I'm exactly what I look like I am. And if a girl looks like a whore, walks like a whore, and peddles her ass like a whore, then she ain't no goddamn clean-jeans high-school kid!"
"Did you listen to that?" Carl laughed. "Not only ain't she a slut, Bill-now she's a goddamn virgin to boot! Well, I ain't never seen no virgin girly down on that street flashing her ass all around. I seen you tonight, and I still ain't seen that virgin girly!"
Suddenly Bill's hands fell to Barbi's legs and clamped onto her ankles. He jerked, throwing her feet high into the air and tossing her backward onto the cot. Her breath exploded from her lungs as the back of her head banged into the cross-bar at the head of the cot. White flashes of pain blinded her eyes, and her miniskirt crawled over her crotch to fall back onto itself almost to her waist. Rough male hands pawed at the side of her hips, finally ripping her bright-green panties from her ass. The cloth caught on her heels, and it was brutally torn from her legs.
Barbi's eyes finally cleared to focus up onto the hazy blue of the leering officers. She followed their eyes down to her body and was shocked to see, not only her tits, but also her down- covered cunt exposed before them. Squealing in panic and anger, one hand dashed to her pussy to cover her pouting slit. The remaining arm sliced across her chest to cover both nipples.
"Hey, Ginny," a female voice called from Barbi's left. She glanced over quickly, hoping for help.
A wildly painted prostitute leaned against the bars in the next cell. She was calling out to a street friend locked up in the cell across the narrow hall.
"Carl and old Numbnuts are about to pork a young hussy next door!"
"Thank God," a brittle female voice called back. "Every goddamn time I'm in here they come in waving hard pricks. Maybe tonight my poor old pussy will get a little rest."
"Please don't!" Barbi whined as they levered her arms away from her body. Age had not yet formed a womanly vee at her groin, and what hair there was followed the slashing line of her delicious pussy slit. The hair was thin-stranded, corn-silk smooth and so light in color that it did nothing to hide the vertical lips of her cunt. They stared out of her faint fluff like a cock-eyed smile just waiting to be kissed.
"Goddamn!" Carl hissed as he stared down at the teenaged pussy. "That thing looks so tight that it almost could be a virgin hole!"
"Stick your finger in and see if it's juicy," Bill urged as he pinned one of Barbi's arms back next to her head. Locking it down with one knee, he gathered in her other one, then crossed her wrists so he could hold both arms with one hand.
A callused male finger dipped into Barbi's pussy lips, worming its way into the folds to bump against the dry opening to her cunt hole.
"Ain't a goddamn drop of cunt grease," Carl swore as he tried to force the fingertip into her unused fuck channel.
"Maybe cops don't turn her on," Bill snarled as he leaned heavily on her arms. The bones of her wrists scraped together to send pain rocketing to both shoulders.
"She never had a cop's cock, then," Carl chortled as he finally managed to twist an inch of his finger into Barbi's tender pussy. "Maybe we better change that right now, so she'll know what kind of prick is best!"
"No!" Barbi squirmed, struggling against the hands of her powerful attackers. "I'm still a virgin-please don't do it to me!"
"This pussy's as tight as a baby ring and dry as a desert rock," Carl said to his friend in a serious voice. "You think she might be telling the truth?"
"You warned me yourself, dammit!" Bill snarled from his perch near her head. "You told me not to let the little bitch fool you into believing that she was some poor misunderstood kid!"
"Yeah," Carl exclaimed, his concern vanishing from his voice. "Well, I ain't gonna skin my cock on some slut's dry pussy, so I guess my ol' persuader is going to have to get it juiced up."
He reached to his side to unsnap a fastener, and when Barbi saw his hand move, she thought he was going for his gun. Her heart leaped into her throat, but it was his nightstick that came out in his hand. It was black and almost as long as her arm. At first, she thought he would hit her, and later, she wished that he had. Instead, he dropped it down between her legs and jammed its end up to her cunt.
"What are you doing?" Barbi gasped as she felt the touch of the cold wood on the inner lips of her pussy.
"I'm gonna loosen that alum-puckered cunthole," Carl snarled and jammed the first inch of the nightstick into Barbi's dry pussy. The tender skin at the opening of her virgin pit clung to the side of the black-painted cop club, and it felt like her flesh was about to tear. The end of the baton bumped against the tautness of her maidenhead, but since the prod was only wood, there was no way for Carl to know that he had encountered proof that no prick had ever been in her virgin hole. Still thinking she was nothing but a common prostitute, he jammed the rod in harder and tore away the blocking skin.
"Aeiiii!" Barbi screamed as the nightstick plowed into her pussy channel and bumped roughly into the back of her cunt. Then it started out, pulling back on the lubrication of her blood as she was fucked by the insensitive club.
"Hot damn!" the lusty cop, Carl, breathed. "She's getting all sexed up and juicy now. I knew there wasn't any goddamn pussy that could keep ol' 'Persuader' out!"
The teenaged girl felt like her cunt had been torn apart, and she knew that the spreading warmness in her hole must be her own blood. As the club pistoned inside her pussy, her back and her head flew from side to side in near panic. Her eyes stopped, catching on the bars to her left and the leering female face that hung behind them like a full moon. Green eyeshadow darkened the top of the face and its lips were painted as red as a Valentine heart. Yellow- stained teeth glistened like those of a wolf, and there was no pity to be found in those eyes.
He left the nightstick jammed into Barbi's cunt as he rose from the cot. Carl's belt buckle snapped open under his insistent hand and his zipper plunged. The blue slacks dropped straight to the floor and he kicked both them and his shoes off. His boxer shorts were next, and then he was standing there naked from the waist down except for the thin black socks that covered his feet.
Barbi gasped. Jutting out from his lower belly was another club, but this one was of flesh and had an end swollen and purple. It was a brutal bludgeon with black hair sprouting around its base and the heavy sac of skin that hung down between his legs.
Thick veins snaked under the skin of his cock, and the fleshy crown looked like a helmet had been forced onto the end of his shaft. At the very tip of his swollen prickhead, a small slash cut the flesh like an evil smile.
"How do you like that?" Carl taunted her, while jerking his cock up and down in front of Barbi. "That's a real cop's prick you're looking at. You're about to get fucked with the actual thing!"
"No!" Barbi whined as the heavy-set policeman threw one leg over the narrow cot and began lowering himself onto her young body. His cock seemed to throb, its tip leaping in anticipation of drilling deeply into her cunt.
"Please don't do that!" Barbi cried. "No one's done it to me before!"
"Shut up, bitch!" Carl hissed. "Ain't gonna do you a goddamn bit of good. You go selling that goddamn cunt to some old fart just because he has the money, you're gonna learn in a hurry that fucking and sucking cop cock is just one more price for doing business!"
"Oh!" Barbi gasped as his cockhead nudged between her inner pussy lips and bumped against the opening of her cunt hole. He was actually going to fuck her, she thought wildly. He was going to shove that dirty prick right into her cunt!
Two inches of the long shaft wedged into her fuck-slot, greased by the blood that the nightstick had spilled. Carl grunted it the unexpected tightness, then howled with glee at the clutching pleasure that milked on the shaft as he drove his fucker completely into her tattered pussy.
"Goddamn!" he shouted, whooping at the top of his voice. "This fucking cunt is the tightest thing my prick has ever tasted. I ain't never felt anything like this!"
It was a new feeling for Barbi also, but hers was one of agony. She was sure that she was slowly bleeding to death, and the far end of her pussy channel felt as if it was being beaten black and blue. The heavy policeman was jerking his hips back and forth, ramming his whore-fucker into her virgin pussy without even knowing that he was taking a virgin cherry. The grasping, resisting ring of cunt muscles was driving him almost out of his mind.
"Fuck her!" came a feminine shout from the opposite side of the narrow hall.
"Screw her goddamn mouth, numbnuts!" echoed the face looming behind the bars in the next cell.
Bill needed no further encouragement. He pinned Barbi's wrists with one hand and unsnapped his belt and downed his zipper with the other. He, too, kicked away both pants and shoes, then climbed up onto the raped teenager's chest. His naked ass plopped onto her tits with his throbbing prick rammed right at her face.
Barbi's eyes bulged at the sight of his massive prickmeat only an inch away from her mouth. A whine of fear bubbled from her chest as she whimpered like a beaten dog. Her teeth clenched, a barrier against the rape of her mouth, but Bill pulled the palm of his right hand high and slapped it against the side of her face.
The blow almost knocked her unconscious. And when her mouth flew open from the slapping pressure, half of his thick cock was driven in.
"Oh, fuck!" Billy growled. "That mouth's as hot as a burning pussy. But you better not bite, you fucking bitch! If I feel those teeth at all, I'll tear your goddamn head off and stuff it up your asshole!"
One cop cock jammed into her tender pussy as another battered into the back of her mouth. Thankfully, the friction in her cunt had stirred the natural juices that blended with the blood and eased the way for the raping fuckshaft. Saliva in her mouth poured in around the other molesting prick rod, making it glide easily back and forth. Never before had Barbi ever been fucked, and for her first time she was getting it in the cunt and the face at the same time.
"This cunt is like a vise, Billy," the cop fucking into her pussy said. "You ought to feel it when it clamps down real good and makes my prick really sing. If this is what a goddamn alum-puckered pussy feels like, I'm going to get my girlfriend to start stuffing alum up her cunt!"
"It ain't any better than her cock-sucking mouth," the other patrolman puffed. "These young whores must like to be fucked in the face. She swallows down and it feels like she's trying to milk the cum right out of my balls."
Barbi's face burned with shame. Not only was she being raped, her attackers were talking about her like she was a piece of well-fucked meat. And at the same time, they were being watched. The whores in the surrounding cells were even calling out encouragement to the two brutal men as they unknowingly defiled a virgin. Tears rolled down Barbi's cheeks, but the thick cockmeat driven against the back of her throat cut off her cries. Between her legs, the fucking of the other cop's cock had become nothing more than frantic plunges.
"I can't stand it much longer!" Carl howled as he watched his prick sink into the young girl. "This fucking cunthole is about to get blasted with steaming hot cum!"
"And I'm gonna fill her mouth with a whole dick load," Bill echoed. "My cock is getting ready to explode."
Both of the raping cocks had begun to swell inside her, one locked into the heat between her legs, the other caught in the warmth of her mouth. Like waves of the ocean, pulses surged up both cocks and they shot their first wads of cum into Barbi at exactly the same time. Blobs splashed into the back of her cunt as jizz poured out of Carl's careening body. Other spurts splattered into the back of her mouth, to be stirred into a froth by the constantly plunging prick. Most of it backwashed along her tongue and leaked out the corners of her mouth.
It poured into the teenaged girl until she thought that it would never stop. Finally she had to swallow, and she gulped down some of the sticky stuff in an effort to catch her breath. Her mind as well as her body felt crushed-she would never be a virgin again. Her cherry had been torn forcefully from her and there was nothing that could be done.
After long minutes, the policemen slipped their slimy, softening cocks out of Barbi's cunt and mouth, and stood up over the well-raped girl. Sweat beaded across her tender young tits and her cunt leaked a mixture of pussy juice, male cum and blood. Her eyes weren't focused as they stared toward the ceiling; her ears heard neither the cops' words nor the mocking laughter from the cells all around.
Bill hiked his uniform slacks up and buckled them around his waist. "That was some fine fucking," he sighed. "Next time we bring her in, we're going to switch around and I'm going to get some of that cunt."
Carl drew his stained boxer shorts up over his ass. "And I'm going to fuck her in the mouth," he said assuredly. "Or maybe even in the ass. If her cunt's that tight, you can just imagine how her asshole would feel wrapped around your cock."
"Yeah," his friend answered. "How long do you think it'll be before we have her back in here?"
"Won't be long," Carl replied, brushing at the front of his uniform and pulling all the seams straight. "And I don't care if her daddy is coming to pick her up. That'll blow up right away. I mean, you tell me: what would a father do with a daughter who's nothing but a slutty whore?"
CHAPTER TWO
The mood in the car was darker than the pitch-black night. Clouds had come in from the coast and blocked out the waning moon and stars, and the fields on the outskirts of town seemed shrouded in blackness as if the entire planet had been lost in some dark hole in space.
Her father's face was eerily lit by the green glow from the dashboard as the car swept along. In the early morning hours, there was no other traffic after they hit the limits of town.
Jonathan Brewer was a large, muscular man, his height ranging a couple of inches above six feet. He never spoke much-Barbi remembered him as a silent man-but when he did, his words dripped with intent. Throughout her young life, Barbi had looked up to him, had tried to follow the rules he laid down, no matter how stern. But there had always been something that he had held apart, something at least, that Barbi had never seen, even when she was a small girl wrapped in those strong arms.
Even after her mother had died, there still had been something reserved about him, and never in those three years had Barbi ever felt that he had completely let go with her, even though they were all the family either of them now had.
And the present situation certainly didn't help improve that situation. She sat silently in the front seat beside him, sneaking glances over toward his firm-jawed face when she felt that his eyes were caught up with the road.
His features were strong, as if they had been hewed out of rock, and his intense eyes were a battleship gray.
There was physically little to show that the two in the car were related, at least, not as close as father and daughter. Barbi had inherited both petiteness and blondeness from her mother, and her body, though short, was lithe and slender, with not an ounce of baby fat remaining on her bones. They were dissimilar in appearance, but Barbi knew that, somewhere under his rough but cool exterior, there were feelings that were just as strong as her own.
"Tell me your story again, Barbi," he suddenly said, still not taking his eyes from the road to look at his young daughter.
"It's not a story," Barbi protested, wishing that he would turn and talk directly toward her. With the dash light playing strangely over his features, not looking at her was almost like a cold threat.
"Call it what you want," he replied sternly. "I just want you to tell me exactly what happened and specifically why you were down there on that whore's boulevard."
She related it once again, even tired of it herself after having gone through it so many times at the police station and in the car since her father picked her up. Once again, she told him of Sue running away from home, of how she had told Barbi that she would get the money to get out of town by picking up men down on the street. Barbi knew that the other girl had been fucked before, but still it was wrong and dangerous. She had wanted to talk to her friend one more time and try to convince her to give up such foolish plans.
"You don't need to dress like a prostitute yourself to just talk," her father's voice literally seethed at her in the dark car.
"I was afraid that they wouldn't talk to me, or help me or anything," she explained. "They wouldn't do anything for me unless they thought that I was a part of them. And I was afraid of being attacked, or maybe even raped, if I looked like some innocent young girl who had strayed by accident into their part of town. Surely that makes sense, doesn't it?"
He didn't answer at all, just continued to stare out into the slice of light that cut into the night from the front of the car. And when he did finally speak, it was to ask a question of his own rather than to reply to hers.
"And you didn't take any money to let some guy stick his cock up you?"
"No, Daddy!" Barbi squealed, slightly angry that her father would even ask such a question.
"So nobody fucked you tonight?" he persisted, his voice drilling right into her young heart.
Barbi gulped, barely keeping herself from moaning aloud. Twice before, during the long ride she had denied that anything had happened, even though it was not the truth. In his anger and suspicion there was no way that he would have believed that the policemen had raped her while she was being held in jail. If she had told him that anyone had fucked her, he would have believed that she had been whoring on the street just like the cops had claimed.
"Nothing..." she, stammered. "Nobody... I haven't done anything, Daddy. I'm still a virgin."
Once again there was no response or visible effect on the strong man sitting beside her. Barbi was afraid that he would turn and glare at her, staring her down until she confessed the lie. But it seemed like he accepted her answer just as he had the previous two times. She really hated to lie to him-she knew that it was the thing he detested the most-but she was afraid that he just wouldn't understand.
As Barbi stared out into the dark night, the car sped between the vertical braces of a steel bridge then started climbing a long incline. She glanced over her shoulder, but the waterway had been lost in the blackness, then she leaned forward to peer out at the strange road.
"This isn't the way to our house," Barbi exclaimed.
"We're going to your Uncle Jake's," her father replied.
"But there's no one living there since he died last year. And that old mansion has scared me to death ever since I was a little girl."
"It doesn't matter," her father said with finality. "That's where we are going. And when we get there, I'm going to show you a room that has a small bed in it and I want you to go to sleep while I get the heat going. And you better get all the rest you can. The first thing in the morning we're going to get back to the subject of your little escapade, and if things are like I expect they are, you're going to need all the strength you can find."
* * * * *
Drowsiness still clouded Barbi's mind as she tried to stretch in the narrow bed that she had fallen into only hours before. Her father had walked her to the room with his large hand clasping her elbow, and had pointed her inside almost like a jailer himself. But Barbi had been too tired to complain, and she had stumbled to the small bed and collapsed onto it without even removing her clothes. It wasn't even the width of a single bed-actually little more than a cot. Even the brown blanket looked military and was scratchy, but at that point of the night she simply didn't care. Her worry about Sue, her trip into town, the rape by the policeman and finally the confrontation with her father had drained her completely. All she had wanted to do was fall fast asleep.
With a jerk, she tried to turn over and a tearing pain ripped through her right wrist. Mumbling, she tugged against it again, and the agony returned as if the skin at the bottom of her palm was being torn.
"Ow!" she groaned and reached for her hurting wrist with her other hand. Something cold and hard bit sharply into that arm also, and she snapped quickly awake.
She was flat on her back with both hands pulled back over her shoulders. Once again, she tugged on them and they refused to move. Trying to turn in the bed to see back over her head, both ankles were caught up in the same pain. Barbi lifted her head from the hard pillow and looked down to the foot of the bed. Heavy iron clamps encircled both of her ankles and were connected to the metal foot piece by short chains. Her feet were pulled to opposite sides of the narrow mattress which parted her legs completely to her groin. She had hid her torn panties the night before behind the jail bunk so her father could never find them and demand to know how they had got torn. Without that protection, the hem of her mini-skirt had ridden up in her sleep and now her cunt was exposed in all of its lightly furred glory.
"Damn," Barbi hissed as she twisted her shoulders and rolled back her head. Glancing up now at her right arm, she could see the shiny handcuffs that locked her wrists to the bed. Somebody had shackled her to where she could hardly move.
Then a sort of shuffling on the stone floor caused her to glance toward the door. There, her father stood, leaning up against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. The look on his face was both solemn and stern.
"Daddy, what's happening?" she pleaded, wishing that she could use her hands to push her skirt down to cover her naked pussy.
"That's exactly what I want to know," he growled. "I hear one thing from you, but the police and my eyes tell me something completely different. The only thing I can do is check out for myself just what is the truth, and what isn't."
"What are you going to do?" she cried as he moved up alongside the bed. He was staring down at her cunt and the glare of his eyes sent cold chills running down her spine.
Jonathan Brewer leaned down and touched a fingertip to his daughter's pouting pussy lips. Wiggling it in the direction of her cunt slit, he worked it down among the inner folds of flesh and touched the opening of her cunt hole. The natural juice there, combined with the residue of the policeman's spunk, had kept her pussy wet and allowed his thick long finger to slide easily into her fuck channel. He swirled it around against her inner pussy walls, wiping up some of the moisture. He lifted the finger to his nose, sniffing deeply at what he had found. A frown pulled down the corners of his mouth.
"Don't do that to me!" Barbi squealed. "You're my father and it's not right!"
"So it's not right, is it?" he demanded. "It's not right for someone to touch you that's sweated over you, worried and worked, and even bled over you. That's not right? Then tell me, Daughter, what's right? Is it right that you take everything I've given you and put it out onto the street and sell it to the first guy who comes along with the money?"
"But I didn't do anything like that!"
"No, you sure didn't, did you?" he snapped. "And you didn't fuck anybody at all yesterday either."
"I didn't!" Barbi insisted.
"And you're still a virgin?" he challenged. The words hung up in her throat. She wanted to tell him now, but he was already so angry that she was afraid to tell him she lied.
"I'm... I'm still a virgin," she finally snapped.
He leaned down and hissed into her face:
"Then what's male cum doing in your pussy?" He shoved his finger up under her nose, and even Barbi could identify the smell. Pangs of fear ripped through her chest.
"I was afraid..."
"Afraid of what?" he demanded, straightening back up and walking down by her feet. "Afraid to tell me that you've been out whoring around?"
"The policemen did it," Barbi tried to explain. "I was a virgin until they raped me there in the station. I had never done it before."
"That's a good one," he laughed harshly. "And I don't think I care whether it's true or not. Your Uncle Jake tried to tell me before he died that the only way to train young girls to do what you say and to always tell the truth was to show them who was in charge through a firm hand, discipline and even pain. It seems like he knew what he was talking about, and I've been nothing but a fool!"
"No!" she cried, her voice trembling.
He uncuffed one of her ankles and pulled it over to the other. He unsnapped the second one and replaced it with the first. Then he pulled her second leg over and bolted it into the clamps where the first one had been. In just a few seconds, he had turned her from being chained to the bed on her back to being locked tightly, her limbs extended and pulled apart, flat on her stomach.
A rough hand grappled around her side to creep under on her stomach, then lifted her lower body from the bed. The firm pillow was jammed under her stomach, lifting her naked ass into the air. A cool breeze moved gently through the room from the open doorway, and Barbi could feel its soft touch on both her asshole and her cunt. Her ass cheeks were open from the spreading of her legs, and she knew that both of her tender fuckholes were clearly visible. And somewhere back there behind her was her father. She was horribly ashamed to be so exposed.
"Not any secrets now, are there, you little bitch?" he hissed. "Now you can't tell me your pussy is stitched closed by virgin flesh. I can see for myself the sex juices and male cum just leaking from your hot little fuck box. And you're going to push every goddamn bit of that male jism out of that cunt and do it before I stop beating your ass!"
Leather snapped through cloth, and Barbi twisted her head to see him whipping his thick leather belt out of the loops of his pants waistband. It was a long, black evil-looking thing with a square silver belt buckle at one end.
"Please don't whip me!" his distraught daughter sobbed. "Please don't use your belt on me!"
"I'm going to do a hell of a lot worse than that before we're through, Barbi," he barked at her as he doubled the strap and whacked it loudly against the palm of one hand. "You just couldn't wait to get out there and find out about fucking and sex, and then you thought I was so stupid that you could lie to me about it. Your Uncle Jake was right, the only way is to show you myself. Then you'll understand all about sex and pain."
The thick leather strap was slammed down across her naked ass. A stream of searing fire cut across her ass cheeks, which were raised from the bed by the pillow, and Barbi screamed from the biting pain.
"Grip down with your cunt muscles and push that male cum from your cunt!" he screamed at her, and slashed down with the strap again.
A second line blazed across her hips, diagonal to the first, and her ass was marked with a crimson X.
"Shove that goddamn stuff out of your pussy!" he screamed. "I want to see every fucking drop of it run out of your cunt!"
Then his words fell away to grunts as his arm rose and fell to whip Barbi's ass cheeks. Each time the belt slashed across her abused skin, the young girl howled from the shocking pain. Her father wasn't just tapping or whipping her, he was lashing her with all of his strength. The blows deeply marked her skin and each one was like the burning touch of fire.
"No, don't, Daddy!" she howled in agony. "Please stop!"
"Squeeze down and force that cum out!" he demanded. "I'm not going to stop until you do."
Her abdominal muscles cramped as she twisted violently with each crashing blow. They gripped, her stomach marked by waves of contracting muscles as she brought all of her strength to bear on her poor, recently fucked hole. Above, her father's eyes burned brilliantly at the sight of her wriggling ass cheeks, the rosebud of her puckered asshole, and the slit surrounding her cunthole. And as he watched, her cunt gash closed and quivered, puckering the opening to her pussy to force juices out of her little hole. It glistened as it dripped, forming a small stream of dribble down toward her clit before dropping to the edge of the pillow and onto the sheet. He whipped harder and harder, streaking her ass flesh with red lines on top of crimson until the residue of her rape the night before finally ran dry.
By then, Barbi's ass was completely captured in pain. So severe was the agony that she didn't even notice that the blows were slowing down. It wasn't for several seconds after they completely stopped that she glanced back over her shoulder to see her father standing over her, his face locked in a savage scowl.
"Is it out?" she whimpered.
"It's gone," he confirmed, nodding his head. "There isn't any other man's cum in your cunt any more. But you still have a lot to learn, girl. But by the time we're through, you won't have to go out in whore's clothing to find out about fucking, sucking and pain."
CHAPTER THREE
The room was cavernous and, from across it, Barbi had thought the strange contraption near one wall was a set of stocks, something the young girl was familiar with only from history books and old movies about torture and witchcraft. Jonathan Brewer lifted the top half of the wooden brace and forced his daughter's neck down onto the large cutout. Her hands went into the smaller pair, then he lowered the top half of the stocks into place to pin her down. Large metal bolts, out of reach on both sides, completed the job.
Thankfully for Barbi, an old canvas pad protected her knees from the floor, and although the holes for her wrists were tight and uncomfortable, at least the one for her neck was large enough that she didn't have to worry about choking. She was desperate to ask her father what was happening, and what he was going to do to her, but after the belting, she was afraid to do anything to provoke his anger even more. A painful ache was already growing in her back, but she would just have to suffer through; surely it would be over in just a little while.
One of his hands walked the hairline on the back of her neck, and the kiss of cold metal between her shoulder blades sent shivers running down her spine. Then, with a hard tug on her tank top, her father slowly cut away the material of the blouse. It dropped loosely to the floor when the last threads of the garment were cut through. Her tits pointed downward from her chest, the nipples hard and crinkling in the coolness of the air. Her mini-skirt was next, and it too, crumpled to the stone floor. She was totally naked now, with her bare ass thrusting up toward the center of the room and there was nothing that she could do about it. She couldn't even see. When she twisted her head to the side, the stocks blocked her sight. She didn't even know where her father was.
Her face burned. Her teeth gritted. He was back there somewhere, probably looking right down at her cunt. Her embarrassment even colored her tits a bright crimson. In another moment, he finally appeared, walking around the wooden device and pulling a small chair up near her face. He sat down with a sigh just a couple of feet from her nose.
"Why are you doing this to me, Daddy?" she asked. "You make me embarrassed to be in this thing with all of my clothes gone."
"Just shut it up," he said calmly, then reached down to cuff Barbi across one cheek with the palm of his hand.
Her head slammed sideways, banging an ear painfully against the wood. Her head rang from the blow, and for a minute she was afraid that she would pass out. Tears welled in her eyes and stained her cheeks where they dribbled to her chin.
"Now, you're going to tell me just exactly what happened last night," he said without a trace of emotion in his face or voice. "And you're going to tell me the truth, because if you don't, I'm going to beat it out of you."
After the slap, there was no doubt in Barbi's mind that he would do exactly what he said. One look into his dark eyes told her that the calm in his voice was really a lie, and that the belting of her ass earlier might not even compare with what he might do to her now. She gave no thought to telling anything but the truth.
"It all happened after they took me to the police station," Barbi began, watching for any reaction in his face. "They questioned me for a while, then they put me in a cell and left me there for a long time. Then two of them came in. It was terrible, they screamed and cussed at me, then... one of them tore off my panties and pushed up my dress. They pushed down my blouse and they... they played with me."
"Played with you?" he barked. "What the hell do you mean by saying 'played with you?' Did they play with your tits? If that's what they did, I want you to say it. If they stuck fingers up your cunt, I want to goddamn well hear about their fingers in your cunt!"
"I don't want to use those words," she insisted. "When I say them, they make me feel all dirty inside."
His eyes lit up like a refinery fire. "I don't give a shit about how it sounds to you. We're no longer playing games, Barbi. When you mean your pussy, I want to hear that word. Or gash, cunt, slit, fuck hole or something, but don't give me any of the nicey-nice talk. I want to hear exactly what happened to you, and I'm going to hear it in real words, even if I have to beat the shit out of you to get it!"
"One of them pinched the nipple of my tit," she sobbed quickly. Her eyes were filled with tears. "And the other one... the other one stuck his finger up my pussy. I didn't want them to do it, Daddy, but they held me down on the cot!"
"Then what did they do?" he demanded. "Is that when they took off their pants and showed you their cocks?"
Barbi shook her head. "Before that, one of them used his nightstick on me-he stuck it in my pussy. Something tore inside me when he did that, and I got all bloody. Then they took out their cocks-one of them, anyway. It looked so big and ugly!"
"What about the other one? Didn't he take out his prick, too?"
"Not right away," Barbi answered with a shake of her head. "The one named Carl put a leg over the cot and then stuck his cock into my cunt. But it almost wouldn't go because it was so big. But he just kept pushing and pushing and pushing. He was tearing my little pussy hole to pieces. Then the other one got all excited and took off his pants, too. He sat down on my tits and pushed his big cock right into my face. I didn't want to suck it, Daddy, but he hit me in the face and rammed it into my mouth when I tried to scream."
"So they fucked you in both the mouth and the cunt?" Jonathan snorted.
She nodded. "One of them screwed my mouth while the other fucked my pussy. And some terrible women in other cells were urging them on."
"Were their cocks as big as this one?" he said suddenly, a sneer turning up one corner of his mouth. "Did they mouth and cunt-fuck you with as much cockmeat as your dear old father has right here in his hand?"
His words were like a slap across her face. She had been watching his eyes, and she hadn't paid any attention to the movement of his hand. She stared down at his lap now, and panic gripped her tightly about the throat.
A thick, throbbing shaft of fuckmeat rose from his groin where the top of his trousers had been opened and pulled back. The fingers of his right hand wrapped around its base, and the material had been pushed low enough to expose the hairy sac of his balls.
Barbi's mouth fell open and she gasped in surprise. The shock was not only in seeing her own father's hard prick held before her, it was also its enormous size. It was at least a couple of inches longer, and was much thicker, than that of either of the two cops who had raped her. Those cocks had been huge, she had thought, but then they were the first ones she had ever seen. Now her father was waving a prick in front of her that made the other two look like what would be found on small boys. His prickhead was like a small apple, swollen and almost purple from the engorging blood. How in the world that monster could ever be forced into any pussy-much less one as small as her own-she just couldn't imagine.
"Were their cocks as big as this one?" he demanded, breaking through to her shocked mind.
"That's so big!" she whispered in amazement, never taking her eyes off the jerking fleshy log. "I've never seen anything that large!"
"This is a real cock," he said confidently as he rose from his chair and pushed his trousers to the floor.
He kicked his pants and the shoes away, then stripped off his socks. Then, sitting back down, he wriggled out of his shirt and tossed it aside. By the time he was leaning against the backrest staring down at his daughter's face, he was completely naked with an engorged, jerking cock.
His right hand slowly stroked up and down his swollen prickshaft, his fingers moving its skin back and forth. His knowing eyes never left the startled face of his daughter, who was mesmerized by the sight of the cock that had given her life in her mother's womb.
"Keep talking," he said to her in a voice that seemed to match cadence with the rubbing of his prick. "Tell me what the cop did after he got his dick inside your cunt."
"I... he," she stammered, then gulped hard. "I don't think I can anymore."
The side of his left foot slammed into the right side of her face, the heel catching the side of the jaw roughly and knocking her whole head aside.
"Tell me what he did with his cock!" her father shouted, his hand now clutching tightly on the base of his fuck weapon.
"He fucked it into my pussy," Barbi mumbled. His hand began to piston again. "Its head ran right up my fuck channel and bumped into the rear of my cunt. He moved it back and forth..." She watched his hand and gulped again. "He stroked it back and forth in my pussy juices just like you're stroking your prick."
Her voice faded, but he urged her on by touching his toes to her neck beneath her chin.
"And then he came," Barbi sputtered. "He shot cum all into my pussy, and it was so much that it leaked out and ran down over my asshole. And that was the cum that you smelled on your finger."
"And what about the one that stuck his cock- meat in your mouth? Tell me how it felt to have someone fuck you in the face and grind his prick back and forth along your tongue."
"It felt like he shoved a giant salami in there," she whined, wanting to look away, but she was captivated by the sight of her father jacking off his big prick. "But it didn't taste like that-there wasn't much taste at all. It was just kind of a rubbery feel until some little drops leaked from it. And right after that, his cock got even bigger, then it was spurting stuff into my mouth. It was all sticky and tasted funny."
His body shifted forward in the chair, then dropped in front of it onto his knees. Holding the base of his cock shaft firmly in one hand, he pointed it right at Barbi's nose from only a couple of inches away.
"But it didn't make you stretch your mouth real wide, did it?" he asked in a strained voice. "Not as wide as you're going to have to open to get my fuck pole in there on your tongue. Isn't that right?"
She moaned and tried to struggle away from his monster cock.
"I can't do that," she whined. "You're my father!"
"What does that mean?" he challenged. "You can suck somebody else, but you don't want to eat my cock? If it wasn't for my cock, there wouldn't be any horny little bitch just drooling for a taste of some more cum. You ought to want to love it, to suck on it with your mouth and lick on it with your tongue. It made you what you are today!"
He leaned forward and slapped his stiff fucker against her left cheek. The skin stung where the cock blow had landed. Then he smacked it across the right side of her face, cursing at her all the time.
"Open up, bitch daughter-I'm going to feed you some real cock for a change!"
She wanted to say no, but when she tried, he plugged her mouth with his big prick. Three inches of the rubbery fuck weapon shoved in onto her tongue, pushing at the top of her mouth to force open her jaws. A sensation of shock ran through her body-her father was actually fucking her in the face!
There had been no time to protest, and the confining stocks kept her locked there barely able to roll her head from side to side. He stopped even that when both of his hands cupped her ears and his fingers wrapped around onto the back of her head. They pulled, pressing her face down to meet his piercing cock.
"Now you know what a real man feels like when he's fucking your mouth," he growled as the thick, fleshy knob at the end of his fuckpole rammed all the way to the back of her mouth. It jumped against her teeth, and the small movements nudged at the opening to her throat. Her mouth watered and she almost gagged on the giant plug of prick before he slowly drew it back toward her lips. Only his cockhead remained inside.
"Now lick it," he demanded and cuffed her on the ears. "Swirl your tongue over the end of it and lick it like it's your favorite ice cream cone. I want to feel your mouth working, dammit!"
She was too frightened to do anything but what he had shouted. Cautiously she licked all around the tiny pisshole in the end. Her long tongue ran all around his cockhead, then lathered his swollen prick knob. Once again, she was surprised at the lack of taste, and the mere act of sucking on it wasn't unpleasant at all. Perhaps she would have tried it sometime on her own and maybe even liked it, but there was too much fear now to even think about pleasure. All she was trying to do was keep his harsh belt away from her naked ass.
"Suck on it like a straw," he urged. "Clamp down on it with your lips like you are trying to pull the cum right up out of my balls!"
Her mouth closed down on it, her cheeks sinking in to try to increase the pressure. When her father groaned deeply, she knew that she must be doing it at least partially right. She tried to imagine sucking up a thick milk shake through a straw, and her lips tugged tightly around his cockshaft.
"Run your lips up and down it while you keep on sucking," he sighed and wrapped his fingers tightly in her hair.
Her face was lifted, then forced down. Her mouth remained locked around his fuckpole and the sliding pressure made his entire body tense.
"You are a fucking bitch!" he hissed through closed teeth and forced her face up and down again. His hips thrust up from the chair. "Your goddamn mouth feels just like a hot, tight pussy," he declared. "You're a goddamn good cock-licker, and you're sucking on your father's prick!"
But by now he was fucking her face far more than Barbi was eating prick. His hands jerked her head backward then forced it down to slide his marauding cockshaft to the back of her mouth. His hips rocked forward, trying to ram his cock even farther, and its tip beat a rhythm at the opening of her throat. The hard flesh sloshed noisily in her saliva and glided in the silkiness of her mouth. Barbi tried to open even wider, hoping to relieve some of the pounding of her tender throat, but that only seemed to encourage him to try to bury it even deeper.
"That's cock-sucking!" he bellowed and beat on the floor with his heels. "But there's something even better-I'm about to deep-fuck your throat. I'm going to shove it all the way down your neck!"
Impossible! Barbi thought. Nothing that big and thick could possibly go down her throat. She would choke and strangle to death!
She tried to shout, to warn him, but the words were smothered by his rampaging cock. Her mouth was stuffed so full, that barely a sound could erupt, and that was little more than a groan. Once again, he thrust his hips forward while pushing at the back of her head. The pressure where the tip of his cockhead wedged against the opening of her throat grew unbearable.
Barbi sniffed short jerks of life-giving air through her nose and tried to gulp down some of the saliva that was flooding the back of her mouth. But the attempt to swallow gave just enough leeway for half of his cockhead to push brutally into her throat. Instant panic hit her. It was like trying to swallow a telephone pole! Pain seared the back of her mouth and ran into her throat.
But the breach had been made, and her father howled as he wrapped his forearms around her head. The strength of his arms crushed down on her and the muscles of her throat were simply no match.
Slowly the rest of his fuckrod wedged into her gullet. Then, with an involuntary gulp, Barbi swallowed the first three inches of his cock.
It was unbelievable. Her breath was gone. Her throat tried to scream but no sound could escape. And still the pressure was on the back of her head and more of the choking fuckmeat was being forced inside.
"You're deep-throating my prick!" he shouted. "I'm fucking so far down there I'm almost to your belly!"
His plugging cock seemed to be swelling even larger. His balls jerked in their swinging sac and slapped against her chin as they began to pulse sperm up into his fucker. The first white glob of it rocketed from the end of his cock.
"I'm cumming!" he shouted and forced her face down until her lips were in his pubic hair. "I'm shooting off right down your throat!"
Again and again, the thick jism blasted from the end of his prick, sending the stuff flowing all the way to her stomach. And still it kept erupting, pulse wave after pulse wave pumping down the shaft. Barbi's face was turning blue from the lack of air before her dad's orgasm finally faded away.
His body collapsed backward, his ass landing on his heels. His thick cockshaft drew back and gave an audible pop when it left her throat. Barbi's lungs gasped in air as his softening prick slid completely from her lips. Before her, her father collapsed onto the floor, pushing the chair out of the way.
She too, wanted to fall, to lie there and recapture her strength, but the stocks kept her up, locking her arms and head uncomfortably so she couldn't even rest. It wasn't fair, she thought. It simply wasn't fair!
CHAPTER FOUR
Before Barbi was released from the grips of the stocks, her father placed an inch-wide spiked collar around her neck and buckled it tightly against her throat. It was black, with sturdy steel pegs that narrowed to sharp points spaced just a half-inch apart. A shiny dog chain, perhaps five feet in length, was clasped to the collar's ring, and her father grasped the leather strap built on the far end as he unlocked the top section of the stocks and freed her hands and arms. As Barbi backed away from the infernal torture device, he gathered up an ebony riding crop in his other fist. When Barbi tried to rise to her feet, he whipped the cane down sharply across her bare ass.
"Who told you that you could get to your feet?" her father screamed, then lashed her naked ass again with the crop. "You go out whoring like a bitch dog in heat, so you can learn to get around like one too."
"The floor hurts my hands and knees!" Barbi whined, lowering her face so her tears wouldn't show.
"That's it," he hissed. "You're whining like a bitch dog, too. You're going to learn real quick!"
The dog chain was yanked and the front of the collar bit sharply into the skin of her neck. The silver buckle cut into her throat.
"Now lick my hand like a good bitch!" he growled, jerking on the chain again. Barbi's face was pulled up from the floor to where his hand dangled. Clasped in its fingers was the wicked riding crop.
"Get your tongue out and lick it," he threatened, "or I'll whip you half to death with this rod. If you're going to act like a whoring bitch, you're damn sure going to learn to be like one!"
He held the back of his hand up to her face and yanked the chain quickly several times. Each time the hasp bit deeply into her skin and the last time blocked off her breath.
Her mouth was open, trying to breathe as the back of his palm roughly banged into her chin and nose. The whip dangled from his fingers and rode down the length of her left arm. Barbi feared it, and knew that she couldn't stand up to its blows. So even though even the thought shamed and humiliated her, there was little that she could do except degrade herself by licking his hand like a dog.
Her tongue crept out between parched lips and touched its tip to the skin on the back of his palm. Her eyes closed, as if that could block out the mortification. Then she licked the hair on the back of his hand, leaving the faintest trail of saliva in its wake.
"That's right," he said in triumph. "Lap the hand that can beat you! Show obedience to your master!"
Her tongue stroked faster over his skin, the harsh demand in his voice chilling her very soul. No longer did he seem the father who had always tried to comfort her, and who looked on with frustrated patience when she refused to do what he would say. In the past, Barbi had tolerated his assumed control over her when she wanted, but had rejected it when she desired. But this man was no longer the soft-hearted person she could manipulate. Now he stood there, firm and threatening, like a sire who had fathered her in older, harsher days, a figure who caused near-panic to grip tightly in her guts. She had no idea what he would do if she crossed him; she was afraid to even imagine the consequences of any defiance.
His skin glistened with her saliva as her tongue bathed along each of his fingers. Her eyes opened and she was looking directly at the shaft of the whip.
"Now make love to the riding crop," he ordered. "Lick its leather just like it was a long, narrow black cock that's going to caress your body. Tongue-bathe the rod that's going to tease at your skin. Suck on the instrument that's going to make brutal love to the whoring bitch!"
She hesitated, her tongue on the back of his fingernails and her eyes locked in fear on the blackness of the riding crop. Then his fingers slapped back against her open lips, urging her to pay homage to her own impending pain.
Slowly, she licked along its hard stiffness, then closed her lips around a section of the narrow shaft. Something pulsed through her body like a blinding light, shocking her insides like a wave that moved from her mouth, clear down her trunk. Everything was suddenly crystal sharp, even down to the dust particles on the ground, but then it was all washed away to be clouded by the tears in her eyes. Almost involuntarily, her lips moved down the slender stalk while her mind revolted at the thought. It was as if her mouth had made a decision of its own to pay respect to the evil thing in order to keep it from lashing the rest of her skin.
Her ass quivered high in the air as her face slid down the whipping wand toward its tip next to the floor. The nipples of her tits swelled in recognition of the unnatural act as they were slowly lowered toward the stone floor. Her cunthair scratched at the inside of her thighs as her hips worked backwards. Something was alive in Barbi's body, making it tingle, and her saliva flowed freely now as her mouth bathed along the entire threatening shaft.
With agonizing slowness, its tip slid through her lips as her father pulled on the handle above. Gone now was the rigid stiffness as it neared its end, then finally, the kiss of its leather was gone. Barbi's face collapsed down onto the back of her hands as she panted and tried to recapture her long-held breath. Tears stung her eyes, and dust mingled with their wetness across her cheeks. Her mouth hung open against her own skin, awash in the combined taste of leather and flesh.
The tip of the riding crop trailed back, leaving a mark in the wet dust on her cheek. It lightly caressed her skin, not stopping until it reached her right ear and swirled around it. Then it gently probed the opening, sliding in halfway to her eardrum before retreating to the outside. It followed her hairline down to her neck. It crossed her throat in a motion like a knife, symbolically cutting away her life. Moving upward, it circled onto her right shoulder then across the top of her upturned back.
Its tip was a mixture of threatened pain and pleasure as it lingered in the small of her back. Barbi's throat clutched in fear, but her pussy started running hot from her father's enticing caress. The channel of her cunthole was awash with stimulated juices, and the young girl was completely confused over her conflicting reactions.
The end of his whip crossed her ass cheeks, sending them into goose bumps. Then it found the brown rosebud of her asshole, strumming around the wrinkled skin, then poking right in the center. Barbi's cheeks flushed hot, and she knew they were red, so she moved her face behind the backs of her hands so her father wouldn't see her awful embarrassment. But there was nothing she could do about the heat of the cheeks of her ass, and she was afraid that they were flashing the signals of her total humiliation.
Jonathon prodded it forward into her ass. Barbi scrunched her ass cheeks together but the shaft of the whip was too small to be resisted. The tiny tip continued to drill its way into her unprotected asshole, and there was nothing she could do without enraging her father and feeling the bite of the whip in a much harsher way.
But it stopped without penetrating deeply. As if proving to her that it could corn-hole her ass was enough by itself, the wicked instrument in her father's hand withdrew to settle into her pussy slit.
"Hike your ass higher," her father growled, and the end of the whip slapped painfully into her gaping pussy.
Barbi winced from its torturing kiss, then tucked her knees farther forward to thrust up her ass. It was stuck right up there for him to see, her asshole and cunt completely exposed. Never had she even dreamed of ever being in this position in front of anyone, much less her own father!
Her cut, that bud of tingling sexual nerves, was its first target as it nosed its way up into the hood of skin that covered the hiding little nub. When her fuck bud was touched, a jolt like an electrical charge shot through Barbi's cunt. Tears squeezed out of her eyes.
The pressure traveled the length of her pussy slit, looping through the tender inner lips and zeroing in on her cunthole. The juices there greeted it and welcomed it in, the end of the riding crop sliding easily into her slick fuck channel. She gasped at its penetration as it ran clear up against the end of her pussy pocket. The roughness of the leather strummed at the sensitive flesh of her cunt walls, causing even more of the lubricating fluid to flood her pussy. Slowly, the narrow wand pulled back, then rode forward as it began to piston inside her like a long, thin cock. Her father was fucking her cunt with the end of his whip!
But that wasn't enough for the lust-filled man toying with his daughter's hot, slick pussy. His breaths came rapidly as he watched the crop disappear into her fuckhole. Then the tip emerged, riding back out of her distended pussy lips. Barbi glanced back over her shoulder to where he stood.
An angry red erection seemed to stretch the skin of his cock until Barbi thought it might split. The bludgeoning cockhead at its end had turned almost purple from being engorged with blood. It was like a club hovering high above her ass, and the size of it was almost enough to make Barbi choke. Already the throbbing monster had been forced into her throat, and from the looks of it jerking there before his body, some other hole was about to receive its length.
Her father disappeared from view when he walked directly behind her, but Barbi could hear him drop to his knees. Both hands rubbed across her ass cheeks, drawing both the riding crop and the leash along her creamy skin. His thumbs caught both sides of the crack of her ass and pulled, opening her asshole up. The skin of her puckered asshole stretched tightly, and her pussy gash was parted enough that the cool air kissed at the inside of its lips.
"Please don't do that, Daddy," Barbi groaned, and tried to wiggle her hips out of his grasp.
The hand with the whip lifted from her skin and the rod crashed down sharply across the lower part of her back. A searing weal remained in its wake. Then the chain on the collar was jerked tight, pulling the leather across her throat and cutting off her breath.
"You keep your mouth closed!" he hissed softly at her.
Her chin tucked in, trying to get some relief, but the spikes nearly punctured her skin.
"I don't want to hear any complaints about you being on your hands and knees with your ass stuck out in the air," he snarled at her. "If you're going to go out on the street fucking like a goddamn bitch dog, then you're going to act that way here too. You're going to hike that cunt up for me to see, and when I fuck you, it's going to be like a dog's dick pounding into you from the rear."
His hand slackened the chain, and the leather stopped biting into her throat. She heaved air into her lungs.
"Now," he continued, "I want you to tell me that you want to be fucked like a bitch dog. Tell me you want my cock to screw into you like you were a common cur. You say it or I'm going to choke you to death with that collar!"
A yank on the shackles tugged the leather deeply into her neck again, cutting off her breath with searing pain. Quickly it was loosened, but when she didn't immediately speak, she was choked again. It fell slack once more.
"If I have to pull it again," he vowed, "I'm not going to let go. I advise you to start talking right now."
"I want you to... to treat me like a bitch," she stuttered weakly.
"That isn't what I said," he threatened.
"Screw me like a bitch dog!" she suddenly shrieked, her voice echoing around the room. "Fuck your cock into me like I was a slutty whore! Treat me like I was a dog! Stick your cock into my bitch cunt!"
The words poured from her like water through a broken dike. Fear urged her on, overcoming her embarrassment, and it made her shout things she had not even thought of before. Her mind dropped right into the sewer as the crude fuck words tumbled from her mouth.
"Fuck me! I'm a slutty bitch dog you've caught with your chain. Dick me from the rear and shove that horse cock into my cunt! Do it to me now! Make me grovel in the dirt while you fuck my pussy! Make me act like a goddamn bitch dog!"
Jonathan's swollen cockhead bumped into her open juicy cunt, and Barbi gasped at the size of the huge fuck pole that was threatening to plow into her poor pussy. She whimpered in terror as the bulbous cock flesh pushed at her near-virgin cunthole, forcing its tip with its evil-slitted eye into the mouth of the opening. Her tight circle of cunt muscles rippled along his cockhead then sucked down onto his cockshaft. With just that much of the monstrous battering ram stuck in her, already her cunthole felt stretched beyond belief. Even her lubricating juices didn't seem to help very much. It hurt and the pressure never let up.
Just when she thought she could take no more, he stopped with only half of the mighty shaft buried in her pussy. She bucked forward, trying to escape his raping cock, but her father jerked back on the chain. She was held there, hurting and now without breath.
The chain pulled harder, cutting the leather into her neck and bending her head back over her shoulders. She couldn't take it any more, so she did the only thing left to her to find her labored breath. She backed into him, pressing her body back onto his. And as she did, her cunthole was impaled deeper onto his enormous cock. Her own energy was being used to screw the painful thing into her pussy channel.
Finally his cockhead bumped into the end of her cunt. It was buried clear to the opening of her womb. Suddenly the chain was released, and she fell forward onto her face. His penetrating cockshaft pulled backward in her tight pussy. Then the pull of the chain lifted the front of her body and she screwed herself back onto his rampaging fucker. Once more, the pressure was released and she rocked forward, this time, catching herself with her hands.
Anticipating the return of the choking, Barbi swayed, accepting his spearing fuckshaft deeply into her pussyhole. And as if the pain and the garroting had already trained her, she leaned away from her father's sweating groin.
As long as she was locked into the swaying, fucking motion, the only pain she felt was the savaging of her cunt by the evil shaft. Each time she slowed however, the chain was snapped tight and cut off her breath.
"That's a hot cunt you're whipping my prick with," he groaned, keeping the chain taut without choking her. "Moving like that, it's just like a mouth eating on my fuckmeat."
His lewd words were like a slap in the face. Not only was she being fucked against her will, it was incest, besides. It was her father's cock that was inside her, and she was rocking back onto it like she was in heat. Her ass froze, locking into place without motion.
"What the hell are you doing?" he shouted. "Get that goddamn ass moving or I'm going to beat it with my whip!"
"Please don't make me do it," Barbi begged, trembling on hands and knees, his big cock in her cunt.
The whip was his answer. It slashed across her ass cheeks. The stick rose and fell again, leaving another ugly slash mark alongside the other one in the flesh of her ass.
"Noo!" she screamed, her entire body bucking from the pain.
Almost unwittingly, she began to screw her pussy back on his long thick cock once again. But even then, the lashing didn't stop. She fucked faster, hoping that it was what he wanted. The lower half of her body was jerking, twisting her clutching teenaged cunt all around his invading prickmeat.
"That's right," he hissed and the whip fell quiet again.
His cockhead felt like a small fist beating into the end of her cunt channel and his cockshaft pulled at the gripping skin. Her furious fucking was beginning to affect him and, in her pussy, his cock had begun to swell. The added pressure made her screw even harder, riding herself up and down the shaft to stimulate it fiercely in spite of the juices that were running from her cunt.
"Fuck me, bitch dog!" he howled, his monstrous cock stuffing her completely full.
Her neck was sore from the collar, and her ass burned from the lash of his whip. His swollen cock felt even longer and larger, and her father now banged into her. Her cunt was sending wild messages, confusing the pain with a perverse kind of pleasure. Nerve-endings tickled and shot sparks through her flesh, and something burned clear to the base of her spine. Her whole body felt as if it was about to explode.
"I'm going to cum!" he shouted and slammed into her again. "I'm going to blast my cum right into my own daughter's cunt!"
And it came pouring from his cock. The sticky gunk splashed hotly against the end of her pussy and sent sensations ripping through her cunt and ass. Her pussy walls grasped down on the pulsing monster as it milked the jism from his balls.
Barbi howled, her guts feeling that they would tear as all of the nerves in her lower body fired at the same time. Pussy juice spurted down his fucking shaft, then there was an eruption in her body that she didn't come close to understanding. It knocked her flat on her face, and she lay there jerking and twitching as his cock hammered into her cunt. Saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth as she quivered, her ass bucking and leaping through her cum.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was the most unusual chair she had ever seen in her life. A depression was carved out of its seat, and two holes, front and back, were sunk in the slight hollow. Her father forced her naked ass down onto it, then worked with clamps and slides until the cavity fit her hips. A wedge of wood in the front forced her legs slightly apart where a strap clamped down her thighs. Another black band of leather wrapped around the back of the chair and held her body in place. One more for her feet, then she tried to wiggle against the bindings and found she couldn't move her lower body at all.
The two holes in the seat surprised her by nestling right up to her asshole and the opening into her cunt. At both places she could feel the open circle as it zeroed in like the aiming of a gun.
But the holes weren't the only surprise as her father worked at both sides and rear. He pulled up two platforms that swung out and met in front of her, pushing tightly into her armpits. A clamp held them together beneath, and they formed a wide desk or table top that blocked the rest of her body away from her head, shoulders and arms. It was uncomfortable, to say the very least, with her tits suspended just below the contraption, but there was nothing Barbi could do except extend her arms out almost level with her face.
Her father was still naked. Coarse, curly black hair was matted on his chest, but she couldn't see below his waist. He snapped three buttons to the top of the platform near its front edge. One of them was far down each side of the boards while one was directly in front of her face.
He stood back and motioned toward his daughter. Barbi reached out for the one to her left. She touched it and used the other arm to finger the one on the right. He nodded his head and she tapped the one in front. All of them were in reach, but not at the same time. Using both hands, she could depress two of the red buttons, but she had to let go of one to reach the third.
"What's going on, Daddy?" she pleaded.
"Just something to show you that you can't get everything at one time," he replied with a crooked smile.
She yelped as something bit the nipples of her tits. It felt like they were caught in tiny metal teeth.
"The alligator clips will make them numb in just a minute," he said matter-of-factly as he raised his head back up over the platform.
Barbi wanted to knock away the painful connections, but there was no way to even come close to them. The platform above her tits had obviously been designed for just such a purpose as this, and she could neither touch nor interfere with anything that was going on with her body.
"Now I'll show you how it works," he grinned.
A switch was on the right side of the chair and he flipped it on. Electricity jolted through one of the clips into her right tit. Her nipple was seared as the entire mound of teenaged tit-flesh leaped in response to the shock. She couldn't see what was happening, but her tit felt like it had been thrust into a light socket.
"Push the button on the right," he called to her.
Her right hand slapped out at the far button. Immediately, the electricity ceased to flow.
"As long as you hold down that button, the electricity can't get through," he chuckled. "But if you let it go, it's going to shock the shit out of your right tit."
He stepped across the front of the chair and reached down to the left side of the chair. A soft click echoed up, then current flashed into her left fit. Once again, her nipple seemed to burn. Without waiting to be told, her left hand jerked out and slapped down the button on that side. The flow of electricity shut off almost as quickly as it began.
"You learn quickly, Daughter," he laughed.
Barbi's palms rested on both of the buttons as her fingers quivered. The features of her father's face seemed twisted somehow, as he glanced at her. She had never seen him like this before, and she had no idea what he might do. But she did know that she had to hold down those two buttons to keep the power from ripping into her tits.
There was a third button, and it was on this which Barbi's eyes fell. It was straight in front of her face, and as her arms fanned out to reach the buttons at the sides, her chin rested on the boards and put the small red disc in line with her eyes.
"You're wondering why, aren't you?" he taunted her, leaning down and peering past the button into her eyes. "You want to know what the third one is all about? I don't think you will like it," he laughed. "Because it's for that third hand that you simply don't have."
"Please don't!" Barbi whined.
"You don't even know what it is yet," he reminded her. "Who knows? Perhaps you'll even like it. But if you don't, all you have to do is push down this little button to make it stop."
His hand dipped to the front of the chair and Barbi heard the sound of another thrown switch. But, unlike the ones for the electricity, nothing seemed to happen immediately. Then there was a rumble right below her naked ass.
"Ouch!" Barbi squawked at the sudden thrust.
Something had punched against her cunthole and caused her to start. Before she could completely recover, the same type of nudge struck the center of her asshole.
"What's happening?" she squealed.
Something bumped at her pussy again. It still didn't penetrate, but it was more of a jab than the first one had been. Following quickly behind it was another poke in the ass.
Jonathan laughed and turned his back on her, ignoring the pleas of his teenaged daughter. Once again, her cunt was probed, and Barbi realized that it must be some kind of shaft rising from one of the holes. It spread her pussy lips and was big enough to hurt, but it wasn't thick as her father's cock had been. If only her cunt wasn't so dry! Another bolt of the same size rammed her ass with the tip centered on the hole of her shitter.
"No, Daddy," she begged toward the back of the man. "It's going to hurt me since I'm so dry."
He whirled toward her, his eyes fiery and wide. "Then press the goddamn button!" he growled. "That'll stop both of them."
The first shaft entered a half-inch into her arid cunt, then the other parted her parched asshole and drove its tip inside. Barbi screamed from the tearing sensation splitting both of the dry holes, and both hands leaped for the button in front of her face.
"Aeii!" she shrieked as the electrical current tore into her tits, sending them leaping around from the shock. Both hands flew back again to jam down on the sides to cut the flow of power.
An inch of false cock rammed into her cunt, then her asshole was torn by the phony prick shoving through her wrinkled ass ring.
"No!" she cried from the piercing pain, and her right hand shot back to the center button.
Both dildos retreated when she slapped down on the button, but Barbi was hardly aware of the relief. Her right tit felt like it was being torn from her chest. The electricity was too much, and made her hand retreat, and the dildos slammed alternately back into her cunthole and ass.
Tears rushed to her eyes and poured down her cheeks. The double-dicks pistoned into the lower part of her body, seemingly bent on ripping her apart. Only an inch of flesh separated the two battered holes, and the false cocks were beating into her so rapidly now that she hardly knew what would be fucking her next.
Her asshole was as virgin as her pussy had been before, and there had been no previous cocks there to pave the way. Six inches of the long shaft were now pistoning into her shitter, and each stroke pulled and tugged at her clinging skin. Her cunt hurt also, but at least it had its own natural juices; her asshole had no such protection. Each time the thing tore into her ass, a moan burst from her chest. The intrusion into her cunt had become almost incidental now, even though eight inches of the fucking shaft was trying to bury itself into her pussy. Finally, she could take no more. Both hands whipped from the side and slammed down on the button in front. Quickly, the stabbing of her ass stopped, but it came at a shocking price. Electrical current poured back into both of her tits and ripped at her chest.
"I can't stand it!" she screamed as her left hand covered the button at the side.
One tit bounced to a stop, but the right one was still locked in the circuit. Her other hand jolted over and broke the current, but the dildos slammed back into her asshole and cunt.
"Please!" she yelped as eight inches of the phony cocks buried alternately in her pussy and ass.
Her hands flew forward and smashed down on the control in front. The cunt and assfucking beasts ground to a halt as her tits lit up once again from the surge of power. Her entire body jerked, not just the mounds on her chest. And, unbelievably, the double-cocks began to beat back into her pussy and ass. She was out of control, her mind running wild. She no longer could even think about buttons to stop the pain.
Then, just before she was lost completely to the shock and pain, all of it was suddenly gone. Large, masculine hands pawed over her skin as they worked to free her young, tortured body from the diabolical device. When the final strap fell away, a tug on both arms pitched her out of the chair and onto her face on the thick canvas mat covering the stone floor. The jolt to her forehead and tits hardly seemed to matter at all-she was free from the surging electrical power and from the fucking and corn-holing machine. Weakly, she raised her head, searching for whoever had saved her from the accursed thing.
She looked right into the evil-slitted eye of the swollen head of her father's prick. His large fist held the stiff shaft and pointed it directly at her mouth.
"Open your lips," he growled at her. "You're not going to get off that easy, you bitch. You're going to wet down my cock so I can fuck you in the ass!"
When her lips parted to protest, his throbbing cockhead was forced between her lips and in over her tongue. Barbi gasped and closed her jaws around it, more out of exhaustion than any effort to please or comply. His thick shaft was ramrodding into her saliva, banging against the opening of her throat as her father made sure that his big fucker was well lathered down. Then he pulled it from her lips with an audible pop and crawled around and forced apart her legs.
Fingers grasped around her sides and pulled up on the flanges of her hipbones so that Barbi's naked little ass rose up to his throbbing fuck meat. With a single shove, it burst through her battered assring and buried deeply into her guts. The dildo had been bad enough, but it didn't compare with the corn-holing cock that her father was now shoving up her ass. It felt like a telephone pole was impaling her almost to her throat, but Barbi was too beaten and drained to scream in protest. Pain gripped the entire lower half of her bruised body, but there was not even the relief of crying out against the torture.
"It loosened your goddamn shithole enough for my prick!" he laughed loudly as his fuck pole glided back until only his cockhead was lodged in her ass. "I've fucked your throat, and I've fucked your cunthole, and now your horny little ass is going to get a taste of my cum! Hold on tight, you little bitch-I'm going to give you the corn-holing of your life!"
Her face grated against the roughness of the canvas as her father pistoned his swollen cock in her ass. The cockhead at the end of his shaft ground deeply into her shit-chute, stirring among her shit, and churning her insides to brown butter. Never had Barbi imagined in even her wildest thoughts that anyone would ever fuck her in the ass. Not even in her most frightening dreams when her sleeping mind had stirred up terrible nightmares of being raped and abused. It was always her teenaged cunt, and never her asshole, that had been at the root of those wicked desires and lusts. She was totally unprepared and the rampaging, corn-holing cock couldn't have been a more frightening surprise.
And it had come at a time when she was totally beaten down, not even able to voice a single protest or even to try to roll away. And it wasn't some dreaded stranger back there, it was her father-the man she had lived with all of her life -that was spearing the fucking, tearing shaft into her ass. It was more than Barbi could believe.
But the pain was certainly real. The dildo had loosened up her shit chute, stretching her enough so his cock could be forced inside, but her young body was still too small to accept his monstrous prick in her ass without feeling like it was being torn apart. Each of the thrusts jabbed into her like a knife, and she felt pierced clear into her guts. And the harder and faster that he jammed the brutal thing into her, the more stimulated and excited that he became. With that thrill of penetration, his lust was being driven to explosive heights, and all that Barbi could do was grip canvas in both of her hands and try to hang on.
"I can see my cock sinking into your asshole," he breathed heavily as he slowed his stroke. "Do you feel it? Do you feel the shaft of it coming out and only the cockhead sticking inside? Damn, my prick looks so good stuck in your little shithole just enough to hold it spread apart!"
Barbi could see it in her mind. She certainly could feel it in her ass. Images of that male fuck pole came back from the times it had been stuck in her face, and she could imagine its helmeted flesh just nosing into her lower asshole. From the sound of his words, it was a sight that was turning him on. Her stretched asshole would be flowering out around it, and in the light of the room, he could look straight down and see himself corn-holing into her ass.
"Your goddamn asshole is sucking on my prick," he hissed through his teeth. "Your shitter is milking my cock like it wants to drink my cum!"
He slammed harshly back into her ass, then moved with long, even strokes that traveled the length of his prick. Barbi could feel the fucking monster swelling even further in her asshole, and she knew that it heralded a scalding blast of male cum.
She had felt it in her throat and in her pussy, and now she welcomed it in her ass. If nothing else, blessed relief from the pounding pain lay just on the other side of his exploding nuts.
Jonathan Brewer howled at the intense pleasure as his cock erupted with cum. Barbi moaned with each of his cumming strokes, glad that the time of escape had finally arrived. And when he finally pumped dry and his prick began to soften in her ass, she collapsed forward onto the canvas on the floor.
CHAPTER SIX
For the first time in what seemed like days, Barbi was allowed to sleep. Her bruised and battered body sprawled naked out on the rumpled canvas cover of the mat and slowly repaired itself through deep rest. Occasionally a muscle spasm jerked an arm or leg, but most of the time her body was frozen motionless in the sleep of the dead. Only the slight rising and falling of her chest indicated that the teenaged girl was still alive. Day led into evening, and the evening into the long hours of night, and still Barbi remained unconscious, locked away in a safer world of her dreams.
Even the bright, burning lights from the walls of the cavernous room drew only a muffled moan from the young girl as she stretched, then rolled over so the brightness would no longer trouble her sleeping eyes.
A rough nudge on her naked ass by her father's unshod foot intruded on her slumber. After his third kick on her ass was harder than the others, Barbi's eyelids finally fluttered and rose.
It was hard to see in the brightness after sleeping for so long, and all she could recognize of her father was his naked outline standing above her with more lights at his back. She shaded her eyes. From her place on the floor, he looked ten feet tall.
"It's time to get up," he said firmly, using the toes of one foot to emphasize his words.
The pressure in her ribs caused her to wince, and she tried to twist away from the demanding man. But his other foot stepped over her waist and blocked her way. He straddled her, glancing down past his huge, pendulous cock.
"Come over here," he commanded, and reached down to grab one of her thin wrists in his large fist.
Stepping back, he pulled her with him and dragged her to her feet. Her knees were weak and trembling and she almost collapsed, but his fingers twisted against the skin beneath her palm and levered her back erect. If she fell now, it might even break her arm. Her legs stumbled and she followed him until they reached a contraption of wood that took up one-third of one wall.
Two wide beams had been riveted together where they met, and crossed halfway down their lengths. The double-angles they formed were only about thirty degrees and there were slotted grooves with metal clamps near all four ends of the beams. At the center, they were notched to form a moveable joint that could rotate them through larger arcs. There, too, were three-inch black leather straps with wide silver buckles and brass eyes. Four chains rose from the ends to the ceiling, where they disappeared into a large mechanical box.
As Barbi's eyes followed the rise of the chains, her father pushed her toward the brace, then turned her around. The closest two ends of the cross were nearest the floor, and the whole thing leaned upward at a gentle angle.
Jonathan Brewer backed his teenaged daughter against the frame, positioning her naked ass right at the center hinge. Loosening the catches on the bottom arm, he slid the clamps upward until they rested against Barbi's ankles. With a rapid click, he snapped one, then the other into place, lifting the young girl from the floor and actually binding her to the device. He pulled one hand up and bolted it by the wrist to one of the upper extensions, then he clasped the other into place in the fourth clamp.
Now Barbi was suspended completely on the framework, her ass slightly draping between two of the legs from the center hinge. One large strap was then snapped tightly around her waist with the other locked down across her body just below her tits. She was as naked as a newly hatched bird and couldn't move at all. Once again her father had immobilized her and put her completely within his control.
"Daddy, what are you going to do to me?" Barbi whined. "You've already fucked my mouth, pussy and ass."
"So you think that's all there is to this?" he challenged, then shook his head at the confused look on her face.
His hand rested on one of two levers rising up from a control box several feet beyond her iron-bound feet. When the handle was pulled slightly toward him, the chains clanked and began to lift up the end of the crossed bars on the side of her clamped feet. Slowly her legs were drawn up to where they were level with her head and the rest of her body. Then he righted the handle and stopped her when she was stretched out level on the wooden cross-ties above the floor. When he stepped up to her between her softly parted legs, her body was even with his wrist.
"What are you doing? I don't understand!"
"That's your biggest goddamn problem," he swore at her. "None of you kids today have any idea what anything's all about. You think the world owes you something, and that all you have to do is grab what you want and do what you please. You never stop to think that everything you snatch up has to originally belong to someone else. And every freedom that you demand and rip away is taken from somebody's guts. You haven't stopped to think about that, have you?"
"I don't know what you mean!" she squealed, trying to strain at her bindings. "And what's this thing? What's it for and what are you going to do?"
"It is an interesting device, isn't it?" he said without expecting an answer, and ignoring the rest of her questions. "It's something that your Uncle Jake used to call his 'scissors' before he died. He said he could strap a young girl to this thing and everything she told him was guaranteed to be the truth-after she saw what it could do, she was afraid to lie."
"I won't lie to you, Daddy," Barbi promised earnestly.
"But you already have, haven't you, Barbi?" he said with an edge in his voice. "You told me you were still a virgin and then I find male cum inside your cunt. You think you can hide behind those lies and nobody will see. But what you have to learn is that there's nothing to conceal yourself with around me. It's all gone! You can't hide anything!"
He palmed one of the levers on the control box again, and the heavy chains jerked and began moving. The two extensions that bound her leg rose faster than the other two, so that by the time he turned them off, her naked cunt rose up level with the top of his belly. Her hips were off the centerpiece and her ass hung slightly down, arching her tender young pussy muff right toward him.
His fingers sought the side of the mid-point of the crossed beams and clicked a small switch there. Slowly, the angle at top and bottom splayed outward to stretch her arms and legs apart. He didn't stop them until they had stretched the young girl enough to cause a tightness in her crotch.
"It's just like this pussy hair," he said to her as the beams once more came to rest, this time with her body pulled into the shape of an X. The fingers of his right hand curled into the light fluff around her cunt. "Now that you're a growing girl, you have pussy hair to hide your little slit. Before you started growing up and getting titties, you were all bald and smooth down here. There wasn't anything growing all around to hide what was between your legs. And you think you can conceal your little cunt behind that hair just like you try to hide behind your lies!"
His fist closed and he yanked, tugging sharply at her pussy fur. Barbi yelped at the sudden flash of pain. It felt like a thousand hairs were being pulled out by their roots and every nerve in that patch was screaming in agony.
"You don't like that, do you?" he hissed as he relaxed his grasp. "It isn't so much fun when the thing you try to hide behind turns around and bites you instead. You have to get rid of those things that you try to conceal yourself behind. You gotta go all the way back to being a little girl when you didn't lie to me-and when you didn't have any pussy hair!"
A small swatch of hair caught between his thumb and index finger, and he wrenched his hand back toward his chest. The entire small patch of cunt fur tore from her body, stripping out the strands painfully.
"Aeiiiii!" Barbi shrieked as the entire area around her pussy slit felt like it was on fire.
Her skin felt shredded and burned as if tiny branding irons had been forced down into each damaged pore.
"No, no, no, no!" Barbi screamed, almost out of her mind from the burning torment of her skin. Harsh male laughter rolled over her in reply.
Her eyes flew open to glare at him as if he was some unrecognizable monster. And what she saw frightened her even more. A gleaming, wicked-looking hunting knife was held in his right hand. And he was holding it right above her cunt!
"Maybe you prefer this," he growled as his fingers tangled into her pussy hair and pulled tightly upward. "And you better not fight it- it's sharp enough to peel away your skin in thin slices."
Instead of putting the point of the blade to her, he laid it along her skin with the sharp side pointing toward the hair he was stretching. With a smooth flick of the wrist, he cut away the strands and dribbled it down onto her naked body. Another handful, and another slice, as he made short work of her entire pussy patch. Even the hairs growing on the skin of her cunt's outer lips were pared from her body.
"That gets it down to working length," he muttered, then turned to one of the benches on the far side of the room.
Barbi heard water running in a small sink. When her father returned, he was carrying a soap dish and brush in one hand and a glistening straight razor in the other.
"Now we're going to make it just like a baby cunt," he said, his breathing deep and strong as if he was having trouble controlling his excitement.
The soap lathered under the whisking of the brush, and he dabbed wet patches of it all around her pussy. Leaning down, he made sure the area between her cunt and asshole was covered, and he even swirled it through the faint strands that circled her shitter.
Then the razor was held up before her. Just the sight of it sent chills down her spine. The knife had been bad enough, but at least it had never touched her skin. This gleaming blade would caress it all, even the delicate tissues of her outer pussy lips and puckered little asshole. One slip of the hand by her obviously enthused father and she could lose hunks of her sex flesh.
He began below her navel, carefully angling the honed edge to shave away the lowest part of each hair. It glided easily through the soap, along with the pussy strands on the side of the blade, which he wiped on a towel he had draped over one of her legs. Slowly he worked his way down both sides of her pussy, moving his face real close so he could see any single hair that he might have missed.
His fingers pinched the lower part of one side of her outer cuntlips, puffing the flesh down and smoothing it out. With great care, he cut away each and every hair until her pussy was as clean as the day she had been born. Then the blade scraped away the hair trail to her asshole and ringed around the brown bud until both of her orifices he had so plainly fucked were as bald as they could be. Then he stepped back and admired his work.
"I used to diaper that little cunt and ass, and I don't think I have ever seen it so pretty and clean."
He carried his instruments and the towel back over to the small sink, wetting one end of the cloth before bringing it back. His hands scrubbed the material roughly against her shaved skin almost as if he wanted to buff it to a shine. Then he dried it with the dry part of the towel and rubbed shaving lotion all around between her legs.
"Damn," he breathed. "It's beautiful. I used to clean it up real pretty when you was just a baby, then give that little cunnie a great big kiss. You were way too small to ever remember that, but I just loved to smack my kisser right on those beautiful little cunt lips."
He fell to his knees right there between her outstretched legs and his face was even with her gaping bald cunt. Barbi tensed, knowing what was to come, and it embarrassed her deeply to have her father's face right there in her pussy. Then his warm tongue licked across the skin that had been shaved, dipped through her juicy little pussy slit and rose to the flesh on the other side.
"No, Daddy!" she groaned. "You're not supposed to kiss my pussy! You're my father!"
"If I'm not supposed to kiss it, who is, you little bitch?" he cursed. "You mean that it's all right if some fucking teenaged boy eats your cunt? It's okay for some scroungy bastard out on the street to pay you, then suck on your pussy?"
"Nobody should, Daddy!" the young girl cried, bound there on the wooden frame. "Nobody should lick my pussy; it makes me too ashamed!"
"I kissed it when you were a baby-I'll goddamn sure lick that slit any time I want to now!"
With that, he buried his long tongue far up her cunthole, swirling it around to cover all those hot inner walls. Barbi's ass bucked, trying to force her father's face out of her groin, but all she did was make his wagging cunt-licker jam up her hole even farther. Loud juicy smacks rose up to her ears, and her eyes were caught by the sight of the top of his head bobbing as his tongue stroked up and down her slick clit. Once again, her body seemed to betray her. Her cunt was beginning to respond. His tongue was like wet silk being drawn along her pussy, and her pussy poured out its passion to wet the lower part of his face.
The skin he had shaved felt super-sensitive, as if all the nerve-endings there had been exposed when the hair had been cut away. She didn't understand it, but apparently her body did, since it began to build toward a teenaged cum.
No! she cried to herself silently. It's not right! Her own father's tongue shouldn't be causing her body such pleasure! Everything that she had ever heard, even in the bathroom at school when the loose girls had talked about fucking and sucking boys' cocks, told her it was wrong. Some of them had even talked about boys who had licked pussies, but she had never heard any of them talk about a cunt-eating father. And even now, with the pussy juices flowing from her cunt slit, she felt that it had to be very wrong indeed.
"Ah, that's a sweet-tasting little pussy," her father sighed as he raised his face from her cunt for a second. His face glistened wetly from the tip of his nose down to his chin. Then the sight was gone as his head ducked down to her pinned pussy again.
His tongue reamed into her fuckhole like she was an ice cream cone that he was trying to get the last drop out of. And there were plenty of drops in the container he was licking. Even though the physical pleasure embarrassed Barbi almost to death, there was nothing she could do. It was perhaps the worst torture she had felt since all of this had begun-she knew that what was happening was terrible, but everything about her body was screaming for it to continue. In no way did her hot little pussy want it to ever stop.
"Please, Daddy," she whimpered, then realized that it must have sounded like she was begging him to continue.
But she couldn't put together the words to plead with him to stop. They formed in her mind, but they simply wouldn't make their way through her throat. She felt completely abandoned-even her own body had turned traitor, and it was egging his erotic licking on by pouring out pussy nectar over his face.
"You like that, don't you, little bitch!" he hissed, the last curse word bubbling in the moisture of her wet slit.
Her pussy jerked against his face as a small peak of her cum jolted her, just as if his cursing her was turning her on.
"You're a slut, Barbi!" he hissed into her cumming fuck hole. "My daughter is a fucking whore who likes her father to lick and suck on her cunt!"
"No!" she cried weakly.
Her hips bucked, forcing her cunt deeper into his face as his cum spurted from her boiling fuck hole. The muscles of her stomach clenched as the entire lower part of her body stiffened from the ripping sexual stimulation. The pressure of her gripping pussy flesh jetted even more of her salty liquid down his throat. Her tits sweated, sending beads of perspiration down over the sides of her chest and her nipples were hard and long above the crinkled skin that surrounded them. Her entire body was being overcome; even her asshole had began to pout, to pucker and release as if it was searching for its own sexual kiss. Each of the small jolts of cum were closer now, building to a gigantic eruption that threatened to rock her entire body. Only her mind knew that it was all wrong, and even it was beginning to get confused.
Every one of her muscles tensed until they were like bands of steel, and her torso arched from the boards. The flow of cum was now constant, and her cunt was in eruption. That final second had arrived now, and she was thrown into cumming release. Gushes of her juices poured into her father's mouth and over his face as he continued to screw her with his tongue and smother the inside of her slit with his lips. Her body pumped and pumped in an almost endless cum, until her body could take no more. Even then, she continued to tremble, and small streams of cum continued to run out into his face. And even when his mouth left her cunt, her body continued her release.
Jonathan Brewer walked around his sex-crazed daughter, whose body was still bucking and jumping from the cunt-licking he had given her. Perhaps he still had not captured her mind, but at least he had made her body follow his direction. And there would be more to come, both pain and pleasure until she would no longer be able to tell the difference.
His right hand found his stiff cock and stroked it. The pussy-eating had turned him on, and he could feel his balls begging to cum. As he jacked off his cock, he strolled around to her head, leaning down slightly so he could peer into her face.
He beat strongly on his enormous cock shaft, pointing its swollen head directly into Barbi's face. When it finally blasted, sticky white globs of jism shot onto her skin, stringing across the bridge of her nose and smacking onto her cheeks and lips. The first thing she would taste when she came to her senses was her father's tangy cum.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Time had little meaning anymore to Barbi. Long hours of pain had been broken periodically by periods of sleep when she had no idea how many minutes, hours, or even days had slipped by. Even when she was awake, it was almost impossible to truly tell. Whether it was day or night, she simply didn't know; all of it had run together, stretching then contracting, until she was completely lost in time.
When she had awakened this time, she was sprawled on her back, atop one of the canvas mats in the huge room. Loose hanging chains first snaked from both of her wrists and her ankles before rising to the ceiling. She was still bound, but not uncomfortably so, and some of the ache in her muscles and bones had slackened even though it had not faded completely away.
A clinging, slight-sour taste coated the inside of her mouth. The smell of dried male cum hovered around her face, and where it had dried, it tightened and tickled the skin. Before this had all begun, she would have never been able to identify the odor, but now it was completely locked into her mind. Forever, she would remember the scent of fucking, cumming cocks and juicy pussies.
The chains were loose enough to allow her to stand, and she struggled to her feet to glance about the room. Some of the devices she recognized, but others were still strange and she had no desire to become acquainted with them. What she needed now instead, was to use the bathroom to take a piss. She couldn't even remember the last time she had relieved her bladder, and the intervening hours were finally taking their toll. But although there was one door that looked promising there was no way to reach it because of the chains.
Her legs crossed as she stood, squeezing with the inner part of her thighs to form a dam of muscles against the pee that was threatening to erupt. The smooth, shaved skin around her teenaged cunt felt strange, reminding her again how naked she really was. Her pussy was as naked as it had been when she was a child, and its pouting outer lips seemed even more obvious from the loss of their disguise. Even though no one was in the room with her, she was embarrassed by the nakedness of it all.
A rattle from somewhere behind her made her turn around, slightly twisting in the chains. It was the key in the lock of the heavy door through which she had been brought, and Barbi knew who would be soon stepping inside.
Once again, she thought of hiding her bare tits and cunt with her arms and her hands, but when her father stalked into the room, she knew that it would be no use. With an almost wild, wicked look in his eyes, he probably would have enjoyed the resistance.
He was dressed, the first time in a good while that Barbi had seen him without his massive prick either throbbingly erect or at least fat and heavy as it hung over his balls. His deep black T-shirt was tight and covered his bulky muscles like a second layer of skin. The pants he wore were tight leather, an ebony as dark as a clouded desert night. His pants legs reached only to mid-calf, where they clung to him above rawhide sandals. The seams of both pants and shirt were lined with hard-looking silver bits that lent a frightening look to the whole outfit.
Now he was dressed the part as Barbi would have conjured it in her own imagination-the sadistic lord in his own medieval torture chamber. He was the master of the dungeon, and Barbi was his only occupation. In a panicky sort of way, she wished he had appeared naked in the room rather than the way he was dressed. Even his big cock wasn't as scary as he appeared in these clothes.
"I see my little daughter has woken up," he smiled as the hard edge in his voice sent cold chills right down Barbi's spine. "After you had so much fun last night-especially with all of the cumming-I thought you might be sleeping in."
"Please don't talk about that, Daddy," Barbi whined.
"Why not talk about it, Barbi?" he laughed caustically. "Not many half-grown girls have ever gotten so turned-on to a bit of pussy-licking that they almost drowned me in their spurting juices. I think that's funny. Even hilarious when you consider it was dear old dad that had his tongue all the way up your cumming cunt. How many girls at school do you think have ever had their tender pussies eaten up by their old man?"
"Maybe that's what we'll do today, also," he taunted her as he stepped up to her body and tried to stick one finger up her naked cunt.
Already her legs were crossed because of the pain in her bladder, and it was easy for her to turn completely away.
He moved back from her a couple of steps, then stood and stared at the naked girl. "Wouldn't you like that, Barbi? Wouldn't you like for your father to suck on your clit and tongue-fuck your pussy until you just cum right out of your mind?"
"Don't talk like that, Daddy!" Barbi cried. "It makes me feel so ashamed when I hear you talk like that."
"You're going to feel a whole lot more than just a little ashamed by the time that I'm through with you," her father growled at her.
"I've got to pee, Daddy!" Barbi whined. "And yelling at me makes it hurt even more!"
"So you need to take a piss," the bulky man suddenly laughed as his clenched fists rested on the side of his hips. "What do you expect me to do about it?"
"Unfasten me and let me go to the bathroom."
"I don't think I can do that, Barbi," he said, his voice almost mocking her with feigned concern. "You see, you've been a naughty little girl, and fathers aren't supposed to do things for their mischievous kiddies. What we have to do is something that will make them stop and think the next time they start to misbehave."
"I haven't done anything!" Barbi insisted.
"Nothing?" he shouted at her. "First you go out and sell your hot little ass out on the street, then get arrested. And if that isn't enough, you waggle that little butt back to me, still smelling of male cum, and you insist that your pink little pussy is still virgin! Then, when that cunt gets in my face and screws down on my tongue, you yell and shout cum-screams as loud as you can. Then you say, 'Daddy, I'm embarrassed to hear you talk about it.' Bullshit! Well, I don't want to talk about you having to take a piss!"
Her complaint had barely begun when the rigid fingers of his right hand cut it off by cuffing her high on the cheekbone. Stunned, the young girl froze, standing there on the stone floor like she was in a daze, as her father first unsnapped her hands and then her feet from the clamps on the ends of the chains. But she wasn't free. His huge hand closed around her wrist and dragged her toward the end of the room opposite the supposed toilet. Against the wall was another of his infernal contraptions, almost a grown-up version of a child's potty chair with a hole in the middle of what should have been a cushion.
Still grasping her wrist, he bent over and flicked open two large clasps on the side of the chair, then swung the whole top third of the device away. Inside was the real chair, bound in leather and beveled like a saddle with what looked like a small metal box inset right where her pussy would be.
He forced Barbi down into the chamber of the device, turning her body to face the front, then pushing her body down until she straddled and plopped her ass right down onto the seat.
As she had suspected, her cunt fitted right over the metal rim of the slot, and it was cold enough to sting her tender, inner pussy lips. The top of the device then rotated back into place, the trunk of her body fitting through the large hole she had seen. The clamps on the side snapped closed, then her father adjusted dials in front. With each turn of his hand on the instruments, the entire contraption seemed to tighten around her body until she was locked firmly into place.
Barbi tried to wiggle to get her metal-chilled cunt away from the box, but found that she couldn't move below her waist. Her shoulders and arms could flex freely, but it was like being paralyzed below that.
"This is all the toilet that you're going to get from me today, Barbi," he smirked down at her. "That little hole where your little pussy rests is designed to take a girl's steaming piss. But I'll warn you about one thing, you better make that first golden squirt a short one 'cause this thing's got a surprise waiting for you!"
She gritted her teeth and held it back a while longer, determined not to let her bladder go as long as he stood there and glared. She knew that he was watching for her surprise when the pee bubbled back up onto her cunt.
The little metal box inset into the front of the saddle simply wasn't big enough to drain away the steaming liquid as it flowed out. Particularly when her bladder was so stretched and begging to be relieved. Once she let it go, it would gush and her entire pussy and ass were going to get covered. At least, maybe she could hold out until he had gone so he wouldn't be able to see the humiliation in her face at taking a bath in her own piss.
But could she wait? Already the pain in her bladder had turned into sheer agony and she felt like it would bust. Even her pussy hurt now from trying to squeeze her little pisshole closed, and her mind already was beginning to make excuses for her body to seek its release. After all, he had already fucked her asshole; what could be the excitement about a little piss covering her two bottom holes. He couldn't even see it, she realized, glancing down at the device that seemed to cut her body in two. No-he couldn't see, and if she tried real hard to make it dribble out, perhaps he wouldn't even be able to hear.
Then he solved her worry. Leaning over to give her fatherly peck on the right cheek, he said. "Happy pissing, dear."
Barbi couldn't see him, but his footsteps scuffed at the stone until he reached the door and apparently opened it. Barbi's teeth still gritted. She was determined to keep the flood contained until she heard that door close.
And when that sound finally came, it felt as if her entire body had collapsed. Her jaw sagged in relief and her belly bloated as she relaxed the pressure.
The first short spurt of golden liquid burst from her pisshole and splashed into the little metal box.
And suddenly she was stunned.
"Aeeii!" she screamed, all of the muscles in her lower body contracting together to cut off the flow of pee.
And when it shut off, so did the burst of the electricity that had surged up the stream from the metal box right into her pisshole and cunt. It had fired every nerve in her pussy, turning her cunt slit into a raging canyon of fire.
"And it's going to happen again!" she cried.
And it wasn't long in coming. It had taken every bit of the strength she had, just to clamp off the stream, and there was simply nothing left to fight her straining bladder.
A few drips, then a splashing stream arced out of her little pisshole and onto the hot electrical wire at the bottom of the shallow channel. Almost immediately, her cunt was blasted again by the tormenting current. From the waist down, her flesh become like iron, and her shocked screams warbled out like those of a dying bird captured by pain.
Then, surprisingly, it stopped again. The electrical power's effect on her body had been its own cure-at least for the time being. Her rigid cunt muscles had clamped down on her piss channel and blocked the liquid flow. A few drops of the previous splashing piss clung to her pussy lips and they tingled from the nearness to the wire. But the main current was stopped as long as she could hold back the stream of piss.
But that was almost as much agony as the pain of the electricity. Now that her bladder had been tempted with release, it demanded to be allowed to shrink. And the only way it could do that was to get rid of the piss that was stretching it until it felt like it would explode.
Tears ran down Barbi's cheeks as she fought against it, low moans escaping her throat and chest without her even being aware. And when the groans turned into loud wails, her mind and body both knew that the battle was being lost. No matter how much she dreaded the return of the electrical shock, her resistance to the pain in her bladder was beginning to drain away.
Perhaps just a little bit to relieve some of the pressure, she thought desperately. Perhaps she could stand just that much of the biting electricity to give release to the stretching pressure. But there really was no decision; the pressure was about to force relief on its own.
A squirt of hot piss blasted over the metal like the stream had been shot from a high-pressure fireman's hose. And this time, it splashed back, covering the shaved skin around her cunt. The electricity shot back up the jet stream into the slit of her pussy, then spread in the wetness to the surrounding area.
The current was no longer a confined, piercing sensation; all between her legs lit up like she had sat down in a blazing fire. Even her asshole was wet with piss and was taking the shocking current. Whimpers were all that escaped from her throat as she gulped and whirled her eyes around the room searching madly for anything that would help.
And she saw him! He hadn't really left at all! The sound of the door shutting must have been a trick, and his wide sadistic grin, as he leaned against the wall now, seemed to mock her for being foolish enough to believe it. A gigantic bulge at the crotch of his leather pants showed that his cock was long and hard from watching Barbi being shocked.
"Daddy!" she yelped, then both her eyes and her thoughts were torn away as the current continued to flow.
And the moisture was spreading everywhere; now that her sorely stretched bladder had finally turned loose, there was no way to shut down the piss that was carrying the electricity down her thighs. Every muscle in the lower part of her body was jerking now, nerves firing continually in response to the current playing through her body.
More and more of her steaming piss splashed from her body onto the hot wire in the metal container, until it felt like her stomach, cunt and ass were actually a part of the wiring. It tingled harshly in her cunt, standing her clit up hard and on its end. Each bundle of sex nerves was alive and jangling from the unnatural stimulation.
As she kicked, bucked and continued to piss, some of the sensations that were pulsing through her abused cunt didn't come from the electrical wire. Once again, her body was being fooled about what was pain and what was stimulation as her sex nerves ran rampant from the current.
Pussy juices exploded from her fuck hole. The urine had finally stopped, her bladder drained, but she was already so wet that it didn't make any difference. And there was more moisture now-her cunt flow, as her body was jolted through one cum after another. Her cries were gasps now; she was totally confused. Her body was wracked with pain, muscles contracted, and at the same time, her pussy was erupting cum over and over again.
Then, with one final shrieking cry, her body had reached its peak of stimulation. Her cum was continuous, inseparable from the unbroken electrical current that flowed into her body. Her eyes and mind were captured in a super-nova of blinding white light. Her body jerked, legs and arms twitching as her hips humped back and forth, grinding her teenaged cunt down hard on the metal plate in the seat.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Barbi awoke, it was to the feeling of stiff cock being pumped into her cunt. Her ankles and wrists ached, and her body swayed as if it was hung unsupported in the air. Each time the thick length of her father's cock was driven into her young, tender pussy, the whole world seemed to twist and rock about.
Heavy, muscular arms wrapped around the inside of her legs and across her knees, spreading her crotch to gape open her tiny pink hole. And it needed all the help it could get; the thick wedge of fuck meat jammed into it felt as big as a log.
She was still in the chains. All four had been cranked toward the ceiling, lifting her by her arms and legs until she lay with her back parallel to, and about three feet off the floor. All of her weight was taken by the bands of metal around wrists and ankles, and the skin there was reddened from the burning pressure. The distance between the chains widely parted her arms and legs, draping her down below them right at the height of her father's plundering prick.
"Oh, no!" Barbi breathed almost hopelessly as she hung there, her body accepting the furious fucking.
Her father's bare chest rose like a mountain between her legs to the ledge of his broad, muscular shoulders. His eyes stared down at her pouting, shaved little pussy as he panted in time with his cock strokes. Barbi's tits jiggled each time his cock was driven firmly home, and her whole body swayed at the end of the chains.
Her cunt was a tight sleeve, fitted around his invading fuck muscle and its bulbous head. Each time, his prick slid out clear to the tip of its head, then buried its nose all the way to the back of her channel. Every plunge was a complete cock stroke as he watched his juice-slickened prick screw in and out of his naked daughter.
Her legs were spread, both by his arms and by the binding chains, and her whole hairless crotch was open before him. From the friction of the fucking, her clit had stiffened and grown, peeping its small head out of the hood of skin that covered it. Now it rocked there, like the proverbial man in a boat, set afloat on a sea of pussy juice that was flowing from her cunt. And the mast that rose from the center of that vessel was a stiff, hard, cock.
"It's so big!" Barbi gulped as a particularly strong jab jolted her body. "I don't think my pussy can stand it being so big!"
Harsh laughter rolled around her as her dad's fleshy prickshaft was driven home roughly once more.
"That cunt of yours can take a hell of a lot more than you think," he snorted. "In a little while, I'll show you just how damn big it can stretch!"
His laughter and his words made Barbi catch her breath. What could he be talking about now? Already her pussy flesh felt like it was being pulled out of shape just by his hefty cock. Surely it couldn't stretch any more.
"Goddamn, you're getting to be a good fuck!" he growled, reaching down to catch the top of her hipbones so he could slam her body back to meet each of his cock strokes. "I should have done this years ago, when your pussy really was slick and bald. I bet your little cunnie then would have been so tight it would have torn the skin right off my prick!"
His thumbs massaged the top of her crotch while his fingers wrapped around the sides of her ass and kneaded the flesh there. Each time his fingers clasped, the skin pulled at her asshole and tugged at the top of her cunt slit. By closing her eyes, Barbi could block out everything but the physical sensations, and they didn't feel too bad. In fact, the longer his thick cock was slamming into her pink pussy, the better it felt.
She could feel the ridges at the back of the helmet of his cock head glide back and forth in her channel, its way smoothed by the ever-increasing juices that it stirred. The nudges at the back of her cunthole no longer made her flesh feel that it was taking a beating, but were beginning to be part of the stirring stimulation. By concentrating totally on her pussy and wiggling tits, she suddenly realized that she was being pushed toward a rocketing cum.
Fingers crawled up her stomach and onto her chest were rough, the masculine palms covered the mounds of her tits. Her erect nipples tingled against the abrasive touch, and for a second, Barbi thought electrodes had been placed on those fleshy nubs. But the electricity was her own nerves, and the hot wire that set them off was her father's hands as he kneaded her tits roughly, while still pumping cock into her cunt.
"Oh, Daddy!" she gasped. "This isn't right! We shouldn't be fucking!"
His cock hammered in her with increased strength to cut off her complaint.
"The only thing wrong," he snarled, "is that I didn't do this years ago. Maybe then you wouldn't have felt that you had to go out and sell pussy on the street or give it away to any goddamn boy with a half-grown cock. Well, I won't make that mistake any longer. If your little pussy is going to be screwed now, my cock's at least going to do most of the job!"
Barbi's hands twisted around the chain, catching the links in her fingers. Her fists closed around the cold metal as she lifted, taking most of the weight off her weakened and tattered wrists. She sighed deeply in relief. She didn't know how long she could hold herself that way, but each precious second was a welcome relief from the agony at the base of her hands.
"I'm going to fuck every goddamn one of your holes this time," he cursed, and Barbi could hear the sexual tension in his voice. "I'm going to spurt sticky jism up every one of them before I stop, just to show you what a real man can do. That way, you won't have to go looking for half-limp pricks out on the street!"
"I didn't really do it, Daddy!" she cried, trying to explain to him once again about looking for a friend, and that the cum was from the policemen who raped her, and it hadn't been her fault.
But the battering by his rigid cock took away the breath for her words. She groaned instead, caught torturously between her mind and body. Her pussy was gushing juices and doing everything but shouting to be fucked. And there was no way to control it. With each of his jolting cock strokes, her passion pit boiled even more with its own impending cum.
She gasped as a strong ripple of sexual pleasure ricocheted through her crotch.
Her father's cock was beginning to swell, and Barbi could feel his heavy balls slap harder against her naked ass. The strokes were shorter and quicker now, his cock remaining buried as he fucked furiously against the back of her cunthole. Her arms tightened and pulled on the chains as her entire body tensed against his screwing pressure, and fire seemed to explode in her clit and cock-stretched hole.
Then hot male cum splashed into the back of her eager fuck channel, and its warmth set off a jolting cum of her own. The well-fucked teenager's body arched upward, her firm stomach forming the pinnacle of the jerking flesh hill as her father buried his spurting prick all the way into her cunt.
"I'm cumming!" she shrieked as her pussy pumped out scalding cum to blend with his.
And still he fucked on, driving that punishing fuck pole against the deep end of her cunt. His cock felt like a hammer now, beating her poor young pussy into submission as it poured out the last of its juice.
And when her cunt had pulsed its last, Barbi slumped heavily down with the chains pulling painfully at her ankles and wrists.
Her father's cock still pumped inside her, using the stimulation of his cockhead against her satiny inner pussy walls to keep itself firm and rigid. Ever so slowly, it scraped along inside her fleshy fuck pit to actually make itself even harder. Finally it had been excited far beyond the point of cumming, and was now a fleshy bar of steel that could fuck for hours without ever losing its strength. Her father had stimulated himself into one of those hard-ons that couldn't be fucked away.
Barbi whimpered as he slowly dragged his raging fuck monster out of her wet pussy hole. Out in the open, his stiff prick glistened from the slick combination of their cum juices as he turned away to rotate the crank for the chains attached to her feet. Her legs rose another inch, dragging her naked ass higher as fuck fluid continued to leak and run down her ass crack. He returned, his angry cock aimed at her body again. But this time when it touched her, it nosed right against the puckered brown rose of her asshole.
"No," Barbi whined weakly, as his hands pressed on the insides of her thighs to open the furrow where her assbud lay nestled.
The muscles of her young assring closed tightly, leaving a wrinkled dimple as his target.
"Shit," he hissed as his cockhead nudged against it. "That fucking asshole looks good enough to eat! I don't think I've ever fucked a shitter that looked so tender and tight!"
"Don't do it, Daddy!" Barbi begged, her entire body aching at even the thought of having that massive prick jammed up her ass.
"You might as well brace yourself, Daughter," he laughed in reply. "You couldn't pay me enough to keep me from buggering that beautiful shithole!"
"I'll do anything!" she begged. "Anything! Just don't fuck me in my ass. It's too little and you'll rip me with your cock!"
"Shut up, bitch!" he shouted, and suddenly slammed both palms down harshly on her unprotected tits.
Pain exploded in her chest and she sucked a loud, rasping breath.
"You'll do anything I tell you, whether I fuck your ass or not!" he threatened. "What the fuck do you think you have to offer that I can't already have? Would you suck my dick? I'm going to shove it down your goddamn throat anyway, just as soon as I finish corn-holing your ass!"
There was no stopping the lust-crazed man now. He had made himself a promise to rape all three of her holes, and he had the raging hard-on to finish the job.
Barbi gritted her teeth as she felt the head of his prick push against the opening of her ass, and said a silent thanks for the cunt juice and cum that slickened his bludgeoning fuckpole.
But it didn't help much. The pain was still furious as the tip of his cockhead slowly began to part the ring of her ass. Her body, suspended on the chains, swung forward under the pressure as if it was trying to evade his threatening fuck lance. His hands wrapped again around the top of her hipbones, this time to force her asshole back onto his spearing cock.
With the thrusting of his own hips and the puffing back on Barbi's, his knobby cockhead popped into her ass. Her scream ripped through the room as her assring was forced apart, and his prick felt like it was a hot bar of steel.
"Help!" she shrieked, ignoring the fact that there was no one around to come to her aid. "I can't stand it! It hurts too much!"
There was no answer except a guttural grunt and a thrust which lodged another inch of thick prickmeat into her shithole.
"Aeeeiii!" Barbi screeched madly.
It felt like a burning torch had been forced up her ass. She was sure that the muscles and skin were being torn and bloodied, and even her throat gagged with the pain.
"Here's some more of it," he hissed at her, and wedged another couple of inches up her tortured asshole.
His cockhead was nudging into her guts, and it felt like she had to take the world's biggest shit. When she clenched her guts and bore down against it, all of the ass-splitting prick rammed into her shithole.
It was almost a relief. Her assring loosened, and suddenly much of the ripping pain was gone. In its place was an insane feeling of being stuffed completely full.
"Damn, that little shithole is tight!" her father hissed. "I've never felt anything that snug before. It feels like somebody's wrapped rubber bands around the shaft of my cock. It's like it's caught in a goddamn vise!"
Her asshole puckered and clung to the skin as he slowly drew his prick out of her ass. He stopped with just his knobby cockhead still lodged inside, then began to push back into her guts.
"It's like a telephone pole, Daddy!" Barbi cried, tears spilling from her eyes. "Please take it out. Take it out of my ass!"
"You'll like it, you little bitch!" He jammed his cock all the way back up her ass. "In a minute the pain will feel like a wet, wicked kiss and you'll want to beg me for more. I'm buggering your goddamn shithole, and before, I'm through, you'll scream for me to do it again!"
His long, thick fuckrod pistoned inside her, stirring her guts as it slid back and forth. The juices on his cock and her natural moisture had combined to ease the way now, and each stroke was smooth, rather than tugging at her skin.
His hands left her hips and traveled up her legs, finally stopping right below the clamps on her ankles. Pressure on the inside of her calves forced her legs even farther apart, making a bigger saddle of her ass. And he rode it like he would a bronco, sliding back and forth along the curve of her asscheeks.
"Don't you like it?" he urged, without ever missing a single ass-fucking stroke. "Think about it-let your mind go down to your ass and feel my cock splitting your shithole. Don't let the pain turn you off. Cuddle up to it and let it stroke you just like it was a finger tickling your cit. The pain can be part of the good stuff, if you'll just let it. Think about it, goddamn it! It's your father's cock that's buggering your ass-the same goddamn prick that shot the cum that made you what you are!"
The words hounded Barbi, horrifying her, but at the same time, stimulating her also. The pain had almost disappeared in her ass, and what was left was mixed in with the pleasurable friction that was churning in her guts. There was still a prick up her ass, but what she was feeling no longer was all bad.
Barbi's asshole had finally stretched and accepted his thickness; her ass muscles relaxed and no longer threatened to tear. Once his massive length of fuck meat was inside, it filled her with a funny, somewhat satisfying fullness. As his cock rode in, it built pressure in her bowels, causing a pushing sensation clear up to the bottom of her chest. As it retreated, some of that feeling remained, so that by now it felt like he was fucking not only her asshole, but the entire lower half of her body.
"Tell me you like it, Barbi!" her father exhorted. "Tell me that you like my cock buggering your shitty little ass!"
"Oh, Daddy!" Barbi moaned, then gritted her teeth to bite off the words that he sought.
Although on the brink of being lost in an insane sort of pleasure, she still did not want to incite him by giving him the encouragement he wanted. It was as if two of her were dangling there on the chains, one wanting to shout for him to fuck her ass even harder, while the other was embarrassed and humiliated by the seductive pain. Suddenly she was aware that there had always been those two Barbi's, and that the more wanton one had always remained tauntingly concealed. She remembered all those teasing little incidents that she bad perpetrated herself, and she was shocked at the recollection of all those times she had purposely ground her little ass down against her father's cock when she had squirmed in his lap. It had given her a wild, wicked tingling in her pussy that had left her almost breathless. She realized she had been teasing him and begging him to fuck her even before she knew what the word meant!
"Think about it, Barbi!" he hissed. "Imagine what it's like to be down here watching my cock jam in and out of your little assbud. I'm standing here watching my cock slam right into your shitter! Each time it pulls out, your stretched asshole puckers up like it's giving it a kiss and begging it not to go!"
The back ledge of his cockhead tickled at her dilated asshole. The nerves at the opening tingled so deliriously that she could feel the difference in the texture of his fleshy cock knob and the rest of his skin. A fire had slowly ignited and burned its way clear up to her clit. And each stroke of his ass-piercing cock was stirring up her cum.
"Goddamn, this asshole is good!" her father cursed. "It's strangling my fucker and making it want to cum. I'm about to blast off right into your ass!"
"Fuck it!" Barbi suddenly squealed, the rational side of her mind finally falling prey to the lust of her body. "Fuck into my little shitter and make me cum too!"
Her father exploded with renewed lust. His cock battered into her, slamming again and again as it buried itself into her guts. Though it was already massive, it swelled even more, stretching her assring until it felt like it would tear. But neither of them cared now-all both of them wanted was their gut-ripping orgasm.
"Aarghh!" her father growled as his legs slapped wetly against her upraised ass cheeks. He was beyond words as his balls pulled tight in their sac and his cock ballooned to shoot out his cum.
"I'm doing it!" Barbi shrieked and bucked on the chains trying to drive her tortured ass farther up onto his fleshy fuckrod. "I'm cumming! Your cock in my ass is making me cum!"
A glob of male spunk blasted into her ass canal, splashing hotly against the inner walls. Barbi's pussy erupted in reaction, wetting down the base of his cock and his balls. Barbi's screams blended with his shouted moans as both of them pulsed the climax of their lust over and into each other's body.
Again and again, his hot male jism blasted into Barbi's ass, and her ass sucked it up and sent lightning bolts into her cunt. Never had anything hit her so hard and caused so much pleasure. And even in the final throes, she wished that it would never end.
CHAPTER NINE
There was little rest for the raped girl.
When her father's cock finally pulled out from her asshole, it was only partially soft. Even though it had fucked her cunt before, and just now had blasted cum into her ass, his thick fucker wasn't completely sated. His fingers wrapped around his semi-turgid prickshaft and slowly stroked along the lather that covered its length.
"Don't think you're through yet," he warned her as he jacked his hand back and forth on his stiffening cock. "There's still one more hole that I've promised to fuck, and that one may be the best of all."
Barbi stiffened at the ends of the chains. Her wrists and ankles were deeply bruised, and the reddened skin was threatening to tear. But she thought little of that; she was already exhausted, battered and more than a little embarrassed about her cumming from him buggering her ass, and here he was about to shove his horny cock into her mouth!
Barbi raised her head wearily and looked down the length of her body to where her father stood between her legs and jerked on his hefty prick. The tip of his cock was staring back at her, the evil little slit of an eye seeming to be aimed right at her throat. She gulped. Already the saliva was starting to collect in her mouth, and he was still down there by her well-raped ass.
"You can't help looking at it, can you?" he chided.
The bulbous head of his prick swelled even further and pushed out another inch from his fist. As she watched, the entire thing thickened and grew in his hand. Within seconds, it was back to its full raging length. Then he backed up a step and moved around from her legs.
"Your mouth is already hungry for it, isn't it?" he chided as he slowly made his way along her naked, hanging body.
He stopped for a moment and pinched painfully at her nipples, but he never missed a stroke on his fleshy fuck ram.
"I've already fucked your cunt and corn-holed your ass, and now I'm going to fuck your pretty little face," he hissed down at her, and twisted harshly at the nub of her right tit. "I'm going to treat your mouth just like a tight little teenage pussy, and I'm going to screw it until my prick is all the way down your beautiful throat. I'm going to shoot cum so far down inside you, that it will almost reach the stuff already puddled in your ass."
The nastiness of his words shocked Barbi, and brought her quickly out of her reverie. For a while, her mind had confused him with her ideal lover, but that quickly vanished like a mirage. And in the place of that image had returned harsh reality in the form of a brutal, punishing cock being forced up to her face.
"You're going to swallow my prick now, little darling," he told her as he pointed his cock at her lips.
His other hand was under her chin, forcing her head backward and down until she was staring back right at his balls.
"And you're going to taste the juices from your own little pussy," he promised in a quickened breath. "And there's the taste of shit from your own dirty little ass. It's all there just waiting to fuck your face!"
Her lips parted as if they had a will of their own, fully accepting the rape of her face by his bludgeoning prick. Her tongue extended beyond her teeth to meet the fleshy knob at the end of his thick shaft. It felt hot, but her lips closed around it and her tongue pressed down against its invading length. Slowly, his shaft drove its bulbous cockhead to the back of her mouth, where it nosed against the opening to her throat. But then it retreated, moving backward until only his cockhead was lodged in her mouth.
"You like that, don't you, slutty daughter?" he growled down at her. "You want to taste your own cum and shit on my cock. Your mouth just waters at the thought of licking the scum from its skin while it fucks along your tongue. I bet you'd eat your own cunt and suck your own ass if you got a chance. But you can't, can you, you little whore? So you'll take it off my prick-you'll suck the cum and shit off my cock! But we'll see how you like it when it's all the way down your tight little throat!"
His thick cock began to piston past her teeth, spreading the musky taste throughout her mouth. Her saliva spread it clear to the opening of her throat where she swallowed and took it into her stomach. The taste was only part of the sensation. Just as the nerves in her asshole had tingled with sensation, her mouth now felt like everything had been turned on and twisted to full volume. Not only could she separate the tangy flavor from the muskiness of her ass, but she could also feel the irregularities along the surface of his cockskin. A slight mole brushed against her lip then onto her tongue, and she was subtly aware of it.
The ridge of the underside of his prick formed the other lip into a gripping arch and she could sense the faint bumps and valleys that formed the rigid flesh of his big shaft. The flared ridge of his cockhead was like a line in her mouth separating stretched skin from rubbery flesh. And always the line moved back and forth as her father slowly fucked her face.
"You lick that thing like a goddamned pro!" he whistled and nosed its tip against the back of her mouth. "Maybe you did learn something worthwhile out there selling yourself on the street. I've never had such good cock-sucking in all of my life!"
With his cock stuffing her mouth, and her cunt and her asshole having been furiously fucked, it just didn't seem to matter any more. There was nothing more that she had left to deny him; nothing remained for her to defend. Her humiliation was final, and her degradation was complete.
The faint taste of pre-cum replaced the others as they were slowly washed from the top half of his cock. His tiny piss slit leaked its clear drops onto her tongue as the stimulation of her warm mouth began to take hold. There was nothing as good, he thought, as fucking young pussy and screwing a cum-slickened prick into the girl's face. And Barbi was turning out to be the best of them all. His only regret was that he hadn't put the leather whip to her earlier and fucked her years ago. But no matter; the day had finally come and he had his cock lodged firmly in his daughter's mouth.
His fuck pole pistoned, gliding in and out in the moisture on her tongue. Cock-stirred saliva, slickened her cheeks and collected at the back of her mouth. Each time she swallowed, she closed down on his cock, tightening the fuck channel that led to her throat.
"Oh, that's right!" her father moaned. "Make your mouth all tight and hot. Make it feel just like a young little pussy that's being fucked for the first time. I want to feel your tongue and the roof of your mouth pressing all along my prick, and then have your cheeks suck in and squeeze the shaft. Suck my cock like you just can't wait for me to blast cum right down your waiting throat!"
Both of his hands grasped at the sides of her head, his fingers snarling around her ears. Her hair was caught tightly in both of his fists as his hips began to drive his fuck shaft harder and faster.
"Goddamn!" he shouted, and hunched at her face even more. "It's just like fucking your glorious little cunt! I've got my dick in your face and it's just like you have a second pussy for me to screw!"
Barbi gasped around the invading hunk of meat each time she had to catch a breath. The fury and lust that had been stored in his loins for all those years were finally coming out all at the same time. In one single, furious fuckfest, he had screwed both her pussy and asshole but needed to cum in her mouth and throat to make it complete. And the way his cock shaft was pistoning into her, that would come pretty soon.
Barbi hung there, her head back and her mouth open. She was unable to move on her own, but each of his strokes set her body rocking along its length, controlled only by his clenched fists in her hair. His cock jutted out from his balls and rammed into her mouth, nudging at the opening to her throat. With each stroke, the pressure at the back of her mouth grew even more intense as his big cockhead slammed in. The swaying of her hips was less noticeable now as he edged up toward her face while keeping his prick lodged deeply inside. Like an arrow flying to its target, its end found the bulls-eye and zeroed in on the threshold to her tight throat.
Although it had been there once before, Barbi could hardly believe that she would be able to swallow his log-like fucker. The constant fucking and coming had stiffened it into a raging monster and had swelled up its shaft fantastically. Nothing that big could ever slide down her neck, she thought wildly, and tried to shout for him to stop before she was injured. But her words were smothered into a moan by the very thing that that was threatening to rip into her throat. She had no defense against it all, not even the opportunity to scream out in pain. She was captured, bound and hung there with her throat about to be raped.
He leaned in, putting all of his force onto the very tip of his prick. Slowly it parted the gap enough to wedge a half-inch of the cock meat inside. Barbi feared frantically that she would gag, but the eruption in her guts settled and never came. Desperately, she sucked air in through her nose, trying to gather as much breath as possible before the monster invaded the length of her throat and blocked the channel.
With her head thrown back and downward, the lance of his cock pointed straight into her mouth and down the plane of her neck. She couldn't have been better placed for deep throat-fucking.
But first there was the matter of getting it inside her throat, and Barbi's father was determined to feel its vise-like grip. His weight pivoted forward as he came up on his toes, ramming his entire strength down the length of his prick.
With a slight gulp, Barbi swallowed his rubbery cockhead as the pressure finally paid off. And with the bulbous end of his cock in her throat, the way was cleared for the rest of his choking shaft. His fingers wrapped around the back of her neck, straightening it, then he rammed as hard as he could. Part of his cock's length slammed forward inside her clasping grip. His daughter's hot, hungry lips circled his cockshaft only an inch from the sac of his hanging balls. Then, with a furious lunge, that final inch of prick meat was driven into her mouth and throat.
"Oh!" he moaned in pleasure. "I've never felt anything so good! Even your little asshole wasn't this nice when I fucked you up your butt!"
Barbi's eyes bulged as his balls slapped along her nose and forehead. All she could see was the wrinkled skin and the hair of his ball sac, and even it was blurred from being too close.
What she was feeling seemed completely alien to her teenaged world. It was as if she had swallowed an entire cucumber and the damn thing refused to side down to her stomach. The muscles of her neck were being pushed all out of shape by the swollen thing in her throat, and the cause of all that distortion was lodged right there in her gullet-a thick rod of fucking male prickmeat.
Almost the entire front half of his cock had pushed beyond her mouth and into her throat. His cockhead was buried clear down into the beginnings of her chest just a short way from her stomach. Just a few more inches, Barbi realized, and she almost panicked. Suddenly, the idea of his jism mixing with the jism in her ass didn't seem like such a wild, impossible idea.
"I'm going to pull it back now," he warned her, and Barbi felt his thick shaft on the move. It inched along until only his cockhead and a bit of his cockshaft remained buried, then it reversed and pushed back toward her guts. The heavy apple of his dickhead scraped along the inner walls of her throat, gliding in the slight moisture as it pushed open its passage before it. Barbi couldn't breathe at all; the thing had choked off all of her air.
Like an engine just beginning to pick up speed, his cock stroked longer and faster as he continued to fuck her face. After the first intrusion, her throat at least knew what was coming, and although it still seemed unbelievably stretched, each time his prick forced inside of her, its path seemed smoother and easier than before. But there was still no way that it could go on for long. The pressure along his shaft was enough to suck cum from a statue and his living, fleshy cock had no chance to resist.
"I'm starting to cum!" he shouted, ramming his cock all the way into her mouth and throat.
Clasped firmly in the delicious pressure, the entire length of his neck-fucking shaft pulsed and shot a huge load of spunk right into her throat. It splashed along the inside of the narrow tube and almost reached the opening to her stomach. His hairy balls slapped her in the face as he bucked and rocked in time with his spurting prick, and bright lights exploded in her mind.
The world seemed to approach and recede, lighten and darken with the hammering of his cock and the jetting of his jism. Barbi's air had been cut off too long now, and she was on the verge of passing out. And still it seemed to go on and on. By the time his balls had been drained and shot down her throat, Barbi had blacked out.
CHAPTER TEN
Barbi had been completely wrong when she thought before that her degradation was complete and that there was no further humiliation that she could suffer. If she had thought about it for long, and let her imagination run to the extreme, she would have realized that there were more things that she could be forced to do. Taking her father's cock in all three of her holes certainly hadn't reached the limits of his inventiveness. Even the shocking of her piss-covered cunt would pale before what was still to come.
She had no idea of how long she had hung there unconscious before he had cranked the chains and lowered her to the floor. He unsnapped the clamps from her arms and legs, but, before she had a chance to rise, the leash was reconnected to the collar around her neck.
He walked her around the room like a naked bitch dog, on hands and knees, as he taught her to heel and to fetch. What she had to bring back grasped in her teeth was an enormous, warty dildo that he fucked her with twice. For a reward, he let her lick his balls.
Once he fell to his knees and spread his ass cheeks apart with his hands, explaining that strange dogs always got acquainted by smelling each other's ass. But smelling wasn't enough for him. After three terrifying tastes of the whip, Barbi was ready to do what she was told. Slinking forward almost on her belly, she rubbed her face up and down the crack of his ass.
"That's right," he commanded on his knees with his butt thrust high into the air. The side of his face rested on his arm on the floor. "Now take your tongue and lick my asshole. Lap it down real good and then worm your tongue inside. And don't forget to stop every once in a while and lick and suck on my balls."
A musty odor clung to his rear, but it wasn't as bad as she had feared. Hair ringed the brown bud of his asshole, but it was quickly lathered down by her spit. And the taste that she had been reluctant to find was hardly there at all. It wasn't much different from licking his balls, and the smell that was there was partially sweat. She lapped, licked and prodded as she was told. And she found a funny pleasure in hearing his moans.
The end of his ball sac pointed like an arrow to his asshole and her tongue had quickly found the mark. Its tip teased at the tight wrinkled skin, then licked down the length of his ass crack. She teased up onto his sac, worrying at the base of his cock which underlay the loose skin. That, in particular, caused him to groan.
Her mouth gathered in one of his pendulous balls and sucked on it, then stretched open so the other could join its companion in the warmth. Her tongue bumped them together, then her lips closed down, and the suction rolled his two balls together. It was in there, she thought as she nursed on his nuts, that the sperm grew and waited for her cunt. It was in these balls that the mystery of her entire existence was hidden, and she tried to suck them clear down into her throat.
The tip of her tongue trickled across the narrow dam of flesh as her attention returned to his ass. The tight opening parted slightly to let in the end of her tongue. Shivers broke out all over her body and she stiffened her tongue to burrow deeper into his ass.
The skin was slicker there; her, tongue curled and pushed even harder. Amazingly to the teenaged girl, it ran farther up his shitter. She prodded again and again, slowly fucking him up the asshole with her tongue. His hips tensed and his body shuddered as his cock spurted a glob of cum onto the floor.
One of her hands found his hanging balls and squeezed them together as her tongue fucked his ass. His cock continued to erupt at the double sex treatment, and puddled his jism onto the mat between his legs. Later, after he had finished, he made her lick it up.
He chained her to the floor, her arms outstretched and her legs pulled up tightly into her belly to force her ass upwards. Then he fucked her from behind like a dog, snarling and cursing, then howling at the top of his lungs as he spurted cum into her cunt. He stood up and pissed down onto her back. Then, thinking better, he dropped back to his knees and crammed his softening cock back into her pussy. A scalding pressure filled her cunthole as he pissed. It backwashed and ran down her legs.
He washed her down with a water hose, making her sit there as he aimed the stream of icy water from his crotch like it was from a long, snaky green prick.
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"I bet you thought I had forgotten about you yelling about your pussy being so small that it was going to tear," he said matter-of-factly as he clamped her down to the table. "I'm going to show you now exactly what I meant when I said that it was able to stretch bigger than you thought."
"Please don't hurt me," Barbi whined as he pulled the black straps tight around her waist and her neck. Locking them down, he stepped back to admire his work.
The device he had bound her to could have passed for a gynecologist's examination table. Only the clamps and the straps belied that purpose. Even the shining metal stirrups were locked into place. But these too, showed a significant difference. Heavy metal cuffs locked her ankles in place.
Her feet were forced high by the stirrups, with her thighs bent back sharply over her stomach. It lifted her ass slightly into the air while holding her thighs apart. Her bald little pussy gaped open the length of her entire juicy slit. The folds of the opening of her cunthole were pulled back to reveal the pink mouth of her pit, and the clamps and the straps held her in place with her hips hiked up in the air.
Her face reddened when he bent forward toward her pussy.
"What are you going to do?" Barbi cried.
The only answer she got was an evil smile. He stood up, then turned and left Barbi trembling naked on the table. She remained like that for several minutes, her mind running wild until he returned with both hands full. Putting down a metal device and a plastic bottle of lotion, he held up his other hand. Clasped in his fist was an enormous black dildo almost twice as thick as the cock he had fucked into her cunt.
"That won't fit!" she gasped as her jaw fell open in surprise. "My pussy isn't that big- it'll tear me to pieces!"
"You might think so," he grinned as he spurted lotion from the bottle onto the gigantic false cock. He rubbed it into the rubber shaft with the palm of the other hand, then retrieved the bottle and inverted it to squirt a long, cold jet of the creamy liquid directly into the opening of Barbi's pink cunt. Then with another squeeze, he coated the massive fake cockhead and turned it to aim it at her creamy fuckhole.
"Don't, Daddy!" Barbi squealed as she tried to wiggle away from the cold touch of the dildo. But the straps around her body and the clamps on her hands and feet kept her firmly in place. There was little point in fighting, so she stilled and waited for it-submitting in the hope that it wouldn't tear her apart.
Its tip centered directly on her cunthole, and he pressed on it with both hands. Agonizingly slowly, her pussy spread, opening its tender lips to the monstrous thing. The first inch of it slid in, thanks only to the lubricating cream that greased its way.
"It hurts!" she shrieked, forgetting about submission and fighting the clamps again.
Her flesh bruised deeper, almost to the bone, and the skin on the inside of her right wrist gave way and split. But even as her right hand explode in agony, it was no worse than the pain that was tearing at her cunt.
"I can't take it, Daddy!" she screamed. "My pussy is going to tear!"
He snarled his answer, more a guttural growl than words, as he pushed at the gigantic dildo with his right palm flat against its end. Slowly, and only with great difficulty, another two inches-then three-dug into the tortured girl.
"No!" Barbi cried.
She had given up hope of relief and submitted to the rape of the black dildo. Her father, with a mighty shove, drove its dickhead clear to the back of her cunt. And when it stuck and would go no more, six inches of the dark beast still jutted from her pussy.
Tears streamed down Barbi's cheeks as her father pulled the large fucker almost out of her cunt, then rammed it back in again. Her screams were no longer words, and no longer made sense. They were the echoes of pain and frustration. Her pussy was being stretched beyond repair, and there was nothing the poor girl could do about it.
But although the dildo was still gripped tightly, it slid in and out easily in the lubricating cream. She was being fucked with the demon, and although her skin didn't tear, it still telegraphed signals of sheer torture and pain. For long minutes it pistoned inside her, bruising the surrounding muscles to the point of collapse. Finally the mighty shaft pumped easily into her, leaving a cavern each time that it slipped out.
Then the fucking log was gone and instead, there was a touch of cold metal. Barbi glanced down with fear in her eyes. But she didn't recognize what was being shoved inside her. More than anything, it looked like a long metal sleeve.
"Ouch!" Barbi cried as her father turned a short lever on the side of the device.
A steel band closed in the flared top and forced open the end of her cunt. It was working like a collection of levers; the more the top was tightened, the bigger it gaped open Barbie's cunt. Already her hole had been forced wider than even the giant dildo had demanded.
Her shrieks were continual now. She watched as her father slipped one hand down inside the metal sleeve. Then some of the pressure on the opening of her cunthole disappeared, only to leave a huge lump resting inside. Between her legs, her father pulled the metal device up his arm, then unclamped it and let it fall to the floor. If it was gone, Barbi wondered hysterically, what was holding open her cunt? And what was the giant lump that seemed to be lodged in her pussy and was beginning to move around. Slowly her eyes followed his arm down to where it disappeared into her body. It seemed to cut off right at his wrist.
It hit her like a lightning bolt: her father had his whole fist rammed up her cunt! And he was starting to piston it along her widely stretched pussy walls.
"Too goddamn small!" he howled victoriously. "You didn't know how much that pussy could stretch! I'm fist-fucking you, you little bitch; I've got my whole goddamn fist screwing your cunt!"
Barbi collapsed back onto the couch. As the huge lump moved in her fuckhole and battered against the end of her cunt, her submission was complete. There was no shame left, because it was all used up. She was her Daddy's girl now, to use as he pleased.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Barbi flipped the car keys into the air, then caught them in her right palm. They rolled between her fingers then she tossed them to the ground. She plopped heavily down beside them.
Very little of it made much sense. Just as she had totally submitted to him for the first time, he had abruptly stopped his tortures and set her free. For the first time in days, he gave her some clothes, and the brush of cloth on her skin gave her a funny kind of feeling. Part of her protection had been handed back. He had even pitched her the car keys, saying he could get back to town some other way. It was her choice, he told her.
She scratched in the grass and retrieved the keys, then looked from them to the house, to the car and finally back over the small valley in front of her.
Part of what she had believed simply wasn't true any more. Perhaps it never had been. She wetted a finger in her mouth then reached under the hem of her short skirt. She was wearing no panties, and she touched the lips of her cunt. Slowly, she pressed her finger inside her cunt. It was as tight as it should be; her finger felt pressure all around. She had been stretched all out of shape, but her body had remembered. She hadn't thought it would be so.
Her finger was still in her cunt, and she swirled it all around, touching the circle of her inner walls. She closed her eyes and felt the soft sensation, one she wouldn't have paid much attention to before. Perhaps it was in pain that pleasure was found. At least he had taught her to ask that question, even though the answer might seem strange.
Unconsciously, her finger glided from beneath her dress and into her mouth. Slowly, still unaware of it, she sucked it onto the surface of her tongue, tasting its faint pussy flavor. Like Pavlov's dogs when the bell had been rung, her mouth watered around the now-familiar taste and smell.
She got to her feet. In the west, the orange dying sun slid toward the oblivion of the dark horizon, but in Barbi a new day had just begun. Looking first at the car, she smiled and turned her back on it to return to the house.
Strange new sensations were coursing about her body. Too many interesting questions still remained in her mind. Her father had given her the first few morsels and now she wanted more. There would be more, much, much more, she promised herself excitedly. And when she had learned all that he knew, the two of them would search beyond. He had left it in her hands, and she wanted it to go on and on.
And it would, she laughed to herself. She would see to it, even if she had to take the whip in her own hand. And with that seed planted and nurtured, she stepped back through the door just a few minutes before dark.