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Daddy's Sex Slave ....(67k)    by Unknown

ONE

I had no idea when I woke up that morning of what lay ahead of me. Oh, I knew it wasn't going to be a normal day. After all, with my Mom and Step dad going off on a trip to Hawaii for two weeks week, I'd have the entire place to myself by noon. And that was something I'd been looking forward to for weeks.

Not that I intended to abuse the trust they'd placed in my, of course. Well, maybe a little. I hadn't planned any parties, but with my parents gone, it would be pretty damn easy to arrange things at the last minute. Maybe just a few little get-togethers, only a few close friends, five or six.. . maybe ten, certainly no more than twenty.. . or maybe thirty.

Okay, so I'm lying. It was going to be a ball. I'd stay out to all hours and have my friends stay over. Maybe even drive my step Dad's Porsche, instead of my jeep. Who knew? I was keeping all my options open, waiting until they were for sure, for certain, absolutely, one hundred percent gone.

And when I woke up that was only a few short hours away.

None of it turned out like I'd thought of course, otherwise there probably wouldn't be much to tell besides a few parties where everyone got drunk and puked on the nig. No, my week without parental supervision, a sort of trial run for when I left for college next year, turned out to be nothing like what I'd expected.

To start with I should introduce myself. My name is Allison Fox. I live with my mom the lawyer, and her third hubbie, Jack. Her first was my dad, Mike, who she'd divorced ten years ago. Between them was Ron, who she'd married and divorced in the space of two short months.

Not that she really runs though men that fast, understand. She isn't some Zha Zhaa type. She was married to my dad for eight years and she's been with Jack for the last five. Ron was just an a liberation, (in more ways than one, but more on that later).

Anyway, we live, my Mom, Jack, and me, in a nice old English style house, three car garage, five bedrooms, den, library, four baths, solarium, etc.. It's a big old house and Jack has surrounded it with a huge hedge that's a good fifteen feet high. It's like a giant green wall, cutting us off completely from the street outside.

Just on this side of the hedge is a big old steel fence. That's to keep people from bashing through the hedges and making off with Jack's flowers. Jack has a real green thumb. The house is surrounded by plants and flowers, especially in front, where it's like a Japanese garden. It even has a little babbling brook with little wooden bridges over it.

In the back are more plants and flowers, along with the swimming pool that is almost mandatory for Florida. It's not a mansion or anything, just a nice house on maybe two acres that's completely surrounded by an oasis of beauty, cut off in its own world.

All the rest of the places around us are pretty standard, and our place stands out if only because of the huge hedge wall that cuts us off from them. Some of the neighbours don't like it much but too bad for them.

I love the place. It was a great place to grow up and I knew I'd miss it when I left for college. One of the reasons why I hadn't planned any parties was that I was worried about a bunch of morons coming over and stomping all over the plants. Let's face it, guys at my age can be such immature, adolescent jerks. I didn't want dozens of them crashing the place, barfing in the pool and pissing on the roses.

So when I woke up that morning, yawning and slightly charged at the possibilities that lay ahead, my calendar was completely open. One of the things I'd penciled in for a possible, was.. . well.. . taking care of something that was long overdue, namely, my virginity.

Not many of my friends are virgins, let me tell you, and its been kind of difficult hanging onto my own. The reasons why I still had it that morning were several.

First, I didn't want a reputation, and I knew that whatever happened, the guy would want to make an announcement on the school PA to let everyone know. And even if he didn't, well, was it really worth it? I mean, let's face facts, for most girls the first time is wham bang thank you ma'am, with some goofy boy humping away for thirty seconds and then rolling over and lighting a cigarette.

I knew this. I read a lot. I wasn't some dumb bimbo, despite my looks. I was headed for school valedictorian with a straight A average. I'd read the

Joy of Sex, and a couple of others about women's first sexual experiences, and they were almost always disappointed.

So I'd decided to wait until the stupid boys matured more, or maybe find an older man, some hunky, Kevin Costner type maybe.

That didn't mean I was, like, a little nun or anything. I mean, hell, I'd done just about everything else. What girl hadn't in this day and age? First it had been letting guys feel my boobs and buns, then letting their hands into my shirt, then my pants. Eventually I'd progressed to giving hand jobs, and to avoid a prude label, had just in the last few months, been learning the art of blow jobs.

Blow jobs were both yucky and incredibly erotic. It gave me a power surge, being able to bring a guy off like that, plus it was kind of wicked, you know, slutty. I'd hate to think what my mom would've done if she could have pictured me on my knees blowing some guy.

But really, there wasn't any choice. You had to do some things or get labeled as a prudish little girl. And I was far from that. In fact, one of the things I'd wanted to try was deep throating a cock. I hadn't done it because I didn't know any of my girlfriends who had and I didn't want to be the first. I didn't need a reputation as the best cocksucker in school!

Mind you, it wouldn't have hurt me as much as it did, say.. . Karen Meriweather, who was always been sneered at and pushed around because she'd gone all the way at twelve. Everyone treated her like dirt. They wouldn't do that to me, not me and my black belt.

That's right. I had a black belt in Akaido. That meant a lot to me and impressed nearly everyone else. It also gave me the confidence to be more outspoken and to stand up for myself. Guys didn't dare put me down the way they often did my girlfriends, not to my face anyway.

So I got out of bed that morning, naked, because I feel much more free and natural sleeping like that, and started to do my morning stretchings. That was one thing about the black belt, you had to practice and do your exercises to stay in shape.

Anyway, I remember that morning standing up and yawning, my hands back behind my hair, my back arched, and catching my image in the big floor length mirror on the wall. I paused, keeping my hands behind my head, keeping my back arched and sort of.. . posing, you know.

What a bod, I thought to myself. And it was. I really had.. . have, a fantastic body. I had big round breasts, super firm and perfectly positioned high on my chest. They were big enough to be noticed, but not so big that I'd look chesty when I didn't want to.

I mean, if I wore something tight, like a halter top or tight fitting dress, or bikini top, or something like that, well, believe me, they stood out. If I just wore a shirt and pants though, they made a nice attractive bulge but they didn't give me a chesty look.

I know that with a lot of women one boob is bigger than the other, but mine are completely identical, right down the two little pink nipples in the exact center of each boob. Yes, my boobs were great, and that morning I sort of cupped them, then let my hands glide over the soft skin in a gentle caress.

My breasts are incredibly sensitive, especially the nipples. I have to be careful what I wear sometimes, because if it rubs against my nipples, boy do they get hard, and when they get hard, my boobs start to swell and my pussy gets warm and I get tingly all over.

Below my boobs was my waist, tiny, flat, lovely, even if I do say so myself, tapering down from my ribs as though my body was sculptured. In fact, as I brought my hands back up behind my head and arched my back again, I could make out the outline of my ribs beneath my breasts, and see just how well proportioned my body was.

My legs were long and smooth and tapered nicely down to my ankles. They were unblemished and slender, and caught everyone's eye whenever I wore shorts or mini skirts.

I turned, putting my back to the mirror and gazing over my shoulder. My behind was like my boobs, beautifully firm and rounded, the skin soft and unblemished. I had a great ass, in fact, I'd heard that some of the guys had held a little election and my ass was voted as the best in school.

That was kind of neat, though it made me feel a little weird, you know, having all those guys thinking about my ass and discussing it like that. I knew what they were thinking of too when they thought about my ass, and that was where they could put their dicks.

Boys were all sluts. But then they were allowed to be. It still made me feel weird to think they were all fantasizing about me, about fucking me that is. A guy I know had called me a walking wet dream, which was kind of sick, I thought.

I stopped the posing and started in on my exercises, giving myself a workout that would have exhausted most of the guys on the school football or basketball teams. Then I went in and had a quick shower, and blow dried my hair.

I was lucky in my hair, even luckier than in my body, really. First off I was a natural blonde. I know there are a helluva lot of blondes out there, but most of them are really brunettes with dye jobs. Not me, perfect golden blonde.

It was super thick, like a lions main, only very straight, falling down around my shoulders and half way down my back like a silky waterfall. Usually I wore it like that, though without much effort I could do it up in all kinds of other styles.

I brushed it out that morning, letting my fingers slide through it as I brushed it out. I was always doing that, sliding my fingers through my hair. It was so soft I couldn't, help myself.

After I'd done my hair, I checked my face, no zits. Again I was lucky, I had dryish skin and got few blemishes. And I had a nice face, heart shaped, a little small, with big round blue eyes, a small snub nose and a small mouth with full sensuous lips.

That guy was right, I remember thinking to myself that morning, I am a walking wet dream.

But I was a virgin. Which was a waste of some really fine equipment. It was sort of like Jack's Porsche, that he hardly ever drove and never more than fifty five. I mean, what the hell was the thing built for anyway, if not to run it hard and fast.

I had fantasized about taking that Porsche out and running it flat out almost as often as I'd fantasized about sex, which was almost constantly.

After my hair was dry I slipped on a pair of bikini undies, a little half bra, a pair of jeans and a deep green shirt to offset my eyes, then I went downstairs for breakfast.

Mom and Jack were busy putting the last of their junk together so I made my own breakfast, hiding how eager I was for them to be gone, and finishing up the plans in my head for the things I was gonna do that week.

I drove them to the airport, not in Jack's Porsche since he didn't want anybody else to drive it, and not in my Jeep since it'd muss Mom's hair, but in my Mom's BMW, safe, predictable, blah. I saw them off, waving nicely, but unexcitedly. As the plane took off I kind of pumped my arm and gave a little mental yell of victory, then half ran out to my mom's car.

I almost picked up the car phone on the way home and called some people to start up a party for that night, but decided I'd like the day to myself, just enjoying being alone in the house and grounds.

The big steel gate slid noiselessly aside as I arrived, opened by my remote control unit, and I drove in along the red brick driveway to the garage, parking up beside my Jeep. The gate slid closed as I walked up to the door and I sighed with pleasure at the serenity of the place that I now had to myself.

Well, since it was such a nice, warm, sunny day, one of the first things I decided to do was do a little sunbathing.. . in the buff. I'd done it before, of course, but always with some worry about my Mom or Jack coming home suddenly.

Now I could lay down and relax, be as slutty as I wanted. I jumped into the water naked and did a few slow laps. There's something so.. . I don't know.. . that seems so wicked and wanton, but also incredibly free about swimming in the buff, letting the water slide along your bare skin.

I lay on the floating chair for a bit, listening to the radio, then paddled over to the side, climbed out, and picked up the oil and began oiling myself up.

like I said, I'd done some tanning, au natural before, but since my Mom was a partner in her law firm and could leave whenever she wanted, and Jack was an independent consultant, either could show up at any hour, and so I always had to have an ear and eye open and be careful of what I did.

Now though, I could lay back with my legs spread wide apart and just relax, not having to worry about someone coming out the back and getting an eyeful.

So I lay there getting tan, first on my back, then on my belly, then on my back again, flipping myself like a burger so I wouldn't get too well done on either side. Now I don't know about you, but being naked for any length of time always gives me a kind of buzz, a sort of low level sexual arousal. And knowing that I was all alone and that nobody would disturb me, kind of added to the buzz I was feeling that morning.

Usually after I'd tanned in the buff, I would jerk off upstairs as I showered off, but that morning I felt really slutty and sensuous, and free. As I lay there, almost done with my tanning, I kind of brought my hands up onto my chest.

My boobs were hot from the sun, and very oily.

My hands slid across them, their softness now like silk. I skimmed my hands around and around the small hillocks, turned on even more by the slickness and lack of resistance.

The feel of my oily flesh was just wonderful and turned me on even more. I kind of hugged myself, mashing my arms against my full round breasts, crushing the meat and distorting it as I rubbed my arms around over my chest, then slid my hands onto my boobs again.

My inhibitions were wearing away fast and I let my right hand slide down my silky oiled flesh to my groin, to my pussy, wet and oiled on the outside and rapidly becoming so on the inside. My pussy hair was the first thing I had encountered that was anything but utterly smooth, kind of scratching against my palm as my hand moved over it.

But then, I didn't have much pussy hair anyway. What girl did in this day and age, when bikini bottoms were nothing but teeny little triangles? Not that my little growth needed much trimming, being very light to begin with.

But then as my hand moved over my little thatch my fingers made contact with my slit, more particularly with my clitty, and that contact sent a surge of heat through my body.

I rubbed lightly over my groin several times, then kind of pressed downward harder with my two middle fingers, forcing them right down into the meat of my pussy lips, pressing between them, sliding in the little slit, forcing them apart as they rubbed back and forth.

I let out a little groan of pleasure as my two middle fingers moved back and forth over my clitty. The feelings coming from that little bud were intense, setting my guts to shaking and quaking and rolling with desire, and hot, sensual excitement.

I rubbed those two fingers back and forth over my clitty, between my pussy lips, rubbing harder and faster as my excitement mounted. My other hand rubbed over my breasts, sliding up one mound, then down the other side, then up onto the other one.

I pinched my hard little nipples and twisted them around, then dug my fingers deep into my sensitive mammary meat, squeezing my flesh and sending sharp bursts of delicious, fiery pleasure into my chest.

Then my hand moved down to join the other at my groin, both hands rubbing over my pussy for a few seconds, then my left hand sliding to one side and my index finger pushing in at the base of my slit, pushing down into my vaginal sheath, wriggling and twisting from side to side as it moved down into me.

I was tight, really, really tight. It wasn't a virgin hole in the truest sense. I mean, my cherry had been busted for some time now, by my own fingers or other things I'd pushed into myself. Still, now male organ had ever traveled down that road and my tunnel was very tight. It squeezed so hard on my finger it practically cut oft the flow of blood to the little digit.

I pushed hard though, drawing some slight pain, hut causing far more excitement, more sensual bliss, if only at the sheer sensuousness of the act, the unadulterated sluttiness of pumping myself with my own finger, of finger fucking myself.

I moved the finger in and out of my tight sheath, imagining it was a guy's big prick pumping at me. My pussy walls sucked and slurped on it, oily as my finger. My loins were simmering and boiling with sexual heat and I was starting to kind ot rub my ass on the ground, grinding my buttocks from side to side as I groaned in ecstasy.

I took my hands away from my pussy, sliding both hands upward along my glistening oiled body, over my belly, up onto my chest, then over my high rounded breasts, pushing down hard on my mounds, crushing them beneath my hands as I spread my fingers out and squeezed hard.

My fingers dug into my tit meat, pushing deep. Rippling electrical sensations of bliss and hot, steamy pleasure poured into my chest, causing tremors throughout my body. My back arched involuntarily and a groan of delicious rapture escaped my lips.

My body was charged with energy and every squeeze on my boobs sent my heart palpitating. My hands slid back downward onto my groin, and I slowly forced two fingers into my crotch hole, grunting with the effort. I rubbed my fingers over my clitty, now sawing them furiously as my body began to throb and pulse.

My skin burned, my guts boiled. I was making incomprehensible little noises, grunts, moans, gasps, none of which I really even noticed. My body was writhing on the ground, my legs wide, heels scraping and jerking on the ground, head rolling from side to side, ass grinding on the ground.

Then it happened. A shockwave of sexual energy ripped through me as I climaxed. My body heaved and jerked, convulsing under a torrent of blistering hot sexual ecstasy that blasted through me like a cyclone.

I almost screamed with the force of my pleasure, but retained, just barely, a small fragment of awareness, enough to know that screams might bring unwanted attention. I almost choked suppressing them, gargling and gasping and crying out soft little yelps of shocked, delighted pleasure.

I rolled onto my belly, my breasts mashing against the hard ground, my legs spread, bent, kind of rubbing and pumping against the ground like I was a frog trying to swim. Both my hands were buried in my crotch, one pumping fingers into my pussy, the other rasping up and down over my clit.

I closed my eyes, grunting like a pig as the final, towering waves of hedonistic sexual gratification roared through my dazed mind. I bounced up and down, humping myself on my own fingers, my ass cheeks bouncing in the air, my face nearly covered in my tangled blonde hair.

My body stiffened and I held it like that, trembling and quivering as the last of the joyous sensations passed over me. Then I collapsed on my belly, light headed, my breath harsh and ragged. I lay there for long minutes recovering, then finally rolled over and sat up.

I'd never jerked off" before and I felt deliciously slutty, and free. I stood up, my legs a little shaky, and padded across the yard to the solarium doors, then went inside. My skin was too light, you see, to stay outside for long without burning.

I went upstairs and had a long, dreamy shower, washing off the oil from my body and hair while I planned an erotic ending to my virgin status. I knew who it would be, Sean Young, a really cute guy I'd been seeing for about three weeks.

I had just about developed a plan, and was just finishing drying my hair, when the door bell rang. I guess I should say the gate bell instead, since the gate was locked and the bell out there on the street.

I ignored it of course, but whoever it was kept pushing, incredibly persistent. That meant it wasn't a salesman, in fact, nobody that rude could be anything but one of my friends. I cursed and tossed the brush on the counter, then pulled on a short green silk robe and ran downstairs.

I didn't even bother to close the robe as I approached the door. Next to the door was the little speaker thing, the intercom. I pushed the button.

"Who is it?" I asked, not in a very pleasant voice.

"Uh, is that you, Allison?" Came the reply. It wasn't a kid's voice, that was a grown man, and I mean like old, in his thirties or forties or fifties or something. I frowned in surprise.

"Yeah? Who's this?" I didn't have to be polite after all that leaning on the friggin' bell.

"It's Dad." came the reply. My face kind of scrunched up in astonishment. I hadn't seen my Dad in five years, and had only talked to him at Christmas.

"Dad?" I asked in surprise.

"Hi, honey. I, uh.. . I was just in town and, uh, thought I'd stop by and see you.. . and your Mom of course."

"She's on holidays." I said. "Gone to Hawaii."

"Oh. Must be nice, Ha, ha." I wasn't sure what to do, but I had to let him in anyway.

"Well, uh, come on in." I said, pushing the release of the gate lock. I unlocked the front door, then pulled my robe closed and tied it in place. I opened the door and peered out.

At least he'd sounded sober, I hoped he was. His drinking was what had broken up him and Mom, and the reason why I never saw him.

Oh, he lived in New York, which was some ways away, but my Mom had money and would have sent me on visits, even though he couldn't have afforded it. But he lived in a bachelor apartment, a crummy-one in a shitty neighborhood and my Mom wouldn't let me go there, and certainly wouldn't pay for him to come here.

He took his time coming up the walk, but then everyone does. It's some kind of impressive walk, what with all the flowers and bushes and plants and trees. But then he appeared, more or less as I remembered him.

He was tall and big shouldered, with a crew cut. He'd put on weight since last I'd seen him. Then he'd been skinny, now he was, well, he looked really healthy, like he'd been working out a lot, and his face wasn't flushed red like it usually was, instead he seemed tanned.

He was wearing jeans and a scruffy shirt, carrying a duffel bag. He stopped on the bottom step, gazing around in bemusement, then he looked up at me.

"Hi." I said.

"Hi."

There was an awkward pause, neither of us knowing just what to say.

"Mom left just this morning with Jack. You just missed her."

"Ahh, well, your Mom an' me don't get along so well anyway."

I nodded. Alcoholics were at the bottom of my Mom's tolerance list, along with drug addicts.

"Well, come on in." I said, in a kind of half hearted invitation.

He moved in hesitantly, walking through the entrance hall with a glance at the winding staircase, then turning at the doorway to the living room, eyeing the expensive furnishings and elegant fireplace.

I closed the door and turned just as his eyes swept back around at me and stopped. There was a kind of surprise in them, and something else besides.

"Wow." he said. "Has it been that long?"

"Five years about." I giggled.

"Yeah. Guess so."

"What are you doin' in town?"

"Got a job driving long haul trucks."

"You got your license back?"

"Huh? Oh yeah. Yeah, I got it back. I'm more careful now."

"Still drinking?" I said, getting in a kind of snotty dig. He shrugged and gave a little smile. "Yeah," he said, "but more beer than the hard stuff. The hard stuff was tearin' up my belly."

I nodded as if I knew what he meant. I didn't drink, myself.

"You sure have turned into a gorgeous doll." he said, shaking his head with a smile.

"Thanks.. . I guess."

"No, really. I mean it."

I kind of shrugged. What are you supposed to say to that?

"Still doing well in school."

"Straight A's."

"Going to college soon, I guess."

"Next year, probably Harvard."

"Harvard." he said, whistling and shaking his hand in the air.

"Really snooty place."

"Yeah."

"Your Mom must be rollin' in it."

"She's doing all right. She's a partner now."

"Oh yeah? Lucky her. How about Jackie boy?"

"He's doing fine too."

"Still sucking up to everyone?"

"Still holding down a job." I snapped.

"There's better things than keeping some dictator of a boss happy, kid." he said, turning and wandering into the living room.

"Yeah?" I asked, following, "like what?"

"like self respect."

"Self respect?" I almost laughed. "You mean like having to be dragged upstairs by your wife because you pass out on the stairs? Or do you mean getting fired from every job you ever get?"

"I mean like telling some asshole to go fuck himself if he gives you a hard time." he glared, voice rising.

"Uh, huh." I sniffed, arms folded as I leaned against the wall, slouching, looking insolent.

"Just cause I don't stick my nose up everyone's ass like little Jackie boy, doesn't mean I ain't just as smart."

"Right?" I said, sarcastically.

"You know kid, you take after your mother. You can be snottier than hell."

"If this is your idea of a family reunion.. "

"Nahh. I'm sorry." he said. He moved over to the fireplace mantel and picked up one of Jack's gardening awards. He gave a disgusted little sniff and put it down again.

"This sure is a nice place."

"Yeah. Jack did the outside. Mom did the inside."

"Bet it cost a penny."

"I didn't buy it."

"No."

He wandered around the living room, then stepped down into the dining room, gazing at the fine china and silverware in their glass fronted cabinets.

"Was there any particular reason you came here, Daddy dear, besides reminding me you're still alive?" He barked a laugh, turning to look at me again.

"You got some kind of attitude, kid. But that's alright. I'm an attitude guy too. I guess you take after me." He walked back up to where I was leaning, this time against a different wall.

"Truth is, I was kind of hoping your Mom would put me up for the night. My truck's bein' repaired an' I don't know anybody else in town."

"You thought Mom, my Mom would put you up?" I asked, incredulously.

"Yeah, well, I didn't have a helluva lot of options. I'm kinda broke so it was either this or sleep in the park."

I shrugged and gave a sigh. His eyes stayed on me and I realized he was expecting an answer, like he'd asked me to put him up.

"You want to stay here the night?" I asked, more like a question than an invitation. He took it as an invitation though, or pretended to, smiling broadly and throwing his arm around my shoulder.

"Thanks baby. I knew you wouldn't let me down."

I opened my mouth to protest, but what was I supposed to say, go sleep in the park? It was a big house, after all, and it was only one night. Mom wouldn't even ever have to find out.

"You can stay in the spare bedroom." I sighed, glumly writing off one day of my holidays.

TWO

I showed him to the spare bedroom, then excused myself and went to my own room, throwing off the robe and pulling on jeans and a shirt. Then I went back to his room. He wasn't in it and I found him wandering around in Mom's office.

"Mom doesn't like anyone to come in here when she's not here." I said.

"Okay." he shrugged. "Just lookin' around."

He followed me back out into the hall, then downstairs to the living room. I gave him the two dollar tour, showing him the solarium, the den and little library, and the game room downstairs where the big screen TV and pool table were.

He showed real enthusiasm at the last, and also at the swimming pool.

"Gotta get in a little swimming while I'm here."

"Help yourself." I said, hoping he'd swim now so I could go back inside and kind of ignore him.

"You wanna come in?"

"I just got out. I'm all showered and everything."

"Showered? You need a shower after going swimming? Hell girl, swimming around is like a Saturday night bath."

"I had suntan oil. Anyway there's all that chlorine. The smell gets in your hair."

"Ha. Not my hair." he ran his hand through his thin brush cut. "You got some mop there, though. Bet that takes a while to dry."

"Long enough."

"Well, that's okay. Girls should have long hair. Your mother was always trying to pretend she was a man with that little hairdo of hers."

"Sht keeps her hair short because it's easier."

"Uh, huh, and how about you?"

"I like my hair long." I shrugged.

"Good. Keep it that way."

"Is that an order?"

"Men like long hair. You wanna find yourself a boyfriend, keep your hair long."

"I got a boyfriend." I said, which was sort of an exaggeration, though Sean and I would be kind of close soon. It had been three weeks, after all.

"Oh yeah? What's he do?"

"What do you mean, what's he do? He goes to school."

"Oh yeah, right." He gave me a kind of furtive scan, then turned back to look at the water. I turned and walked back into the house, feeling his eyes on me. After a moment, he followed, then went upstairs. I made myself a health food drink.

A few minutes later, just as I was wondering whether I should go up and make sure he wasn't sneaking around or something, he came back down, wearing a pair of cutoffs and carrying one of our beach towels.

"Got this out of the hall closet." he said, hefting the towel. I nodded wordlessly. His body was all white and pasty from lack of sun, and though a bit flabby in places, was better than a lot of men his age.

He moved outside, then set the towel down, moved around to the diving board, climbed up and dove into the water. It wasn't the most graceful dive I've ever seen, but at least it wasn't a belly flop. I moved into the living room and clicked on the TV.

My Dad treated his stay like he was at some kind of resort, alternating his time between the pool and the basement, except around dinner time, when he appeared at the kitchen as though he thought I'd be making him something.

"Me? Cook? Are you kidding?"

"Oh yeah. I forgot that women in this family don't cook." he scowled.

"I'll order a pizza."

"I get enough pizza on the road."

"So? Want Chinese instead?"

"I hate Chinks."

"Well order what you want then." I snapped, irritated.

"It just figures your Mother wouldn't be bothered teaching you how to cook." He growled.

"I can cook. I just don't like to cook." I said over my shoulder, moving out through the living room, headed for the library.

So he had two big submarine sandwiches with a six pack of beer. And I had to pay for it all! He said he had no money, and what with the guy standing right there at the door, what was I supposed to Jo.' Luckily Mom had left me her credit card and I could use it tomorrow to get a cash advance to get back the money.

Dad looked real interested when I let that slip and I carefully slipped the card into my back pocket.

Thankfully, the evening passed quickly, with him in the basement watching a football game and me in my room watching MTV and talking on the phone. He did come up around ten to bug me for more money so he could order out for more beer.

I knew that Jack had had a full case in the bar fridge, and he was looking kind of flushed. I said forget it, pleading poverty. Then he asked to borrow Mom's credit card and I told him no. He was really pissed off but didn't do much more than mumble curses under his breath.

If you get the idea that my Dad and me weren't exactly close, you're right. It wasn't just that he'd been divorced from my Mom for ten years and living in a different city, either. Frankly, I found my Dad as.. . well, low class and ignorant as my Mom did.

I could never figure out what she'd seen in him back then. Maybe he was okay looking, and back then was probably really handsome, but shit, he was a scummy, lazy, dirty, cheap, boorish alcoholic.

Maybe he was different back then but I found it hard to believe. I couldn't imagine him in a suit and tie, for example, and behaving politely at a formal dinner or something. The way I always remembered him was sitting on the couch in his underwear watching TV, half drunk and belching loudly.

I had planned to stay up real, real late but with him downstairs saw no reason to. I went to bed early, wondering about who's house I could spend the morning at if he wasn't gone when I woke up.

In truth, I was half afraid he would be gone when I woke.. . along with the TV and silverware and half the electronics that weren't tied down. I'd already put my Mom's jewelry away in the bottom of my closet under a pile of my shoes, that was how much I thought of him.

Maybe that was why I was slow to react that night, or should I say morning, when I blinked awake to find someone in the room with me. I knew right away, from the smell of booze, that it was my Dad. I kept still, controlling my breath beneath the thin sheet atop me, waiting to see what he would try to steal.

I wondered if he could possibly have seen me taking my Mom's jewelry box and whether he'd be able to find it in the dark under all those shoes. I was hoping to time things just right, to reach over and turn on the light and catch him with something in his hands.

He was quiet, despite his obviously having downed a lot of booze, and I wasn't sure where he was, though I knew he was behind me somewhere. Then, as my senses strained to the limit to detect him, I felt a coolness on my behind.

I was sleeping naked as usual, and what had happened was that he'd just kind of lifted up the sheet behind me, baring my behind. At first I thought I must be mistaken, then I felt his hand touch my buttocks. He gave them a little squeeze, then rubbed up and down gently.

I was shocked, stunned by his disgusting drunken perverted gall. Then his hand slid in between my legs, sliding against my pussy. I twisted around and lashed out with my fist, catching him in the face and knocking him back against my night table.

"You disgusting creep!" I shouted up at his dark outline. I reached for my light, then just as my hand reached it he grabbed at me, kneeling on the bed and trying to shove me back. Light flooded the room, revealing my filthy father, clad only in pants, his face red and unshaven, his hair disheveled.

His face was angry, both sulky and lustful. I dodged his left hand, though his right caught my left wrist. I clawed at him with my right, managing to scratch his face before he knocked my hand away.

"Bitch!" he snarled. His hand came down hard, backhanding me on the side of my face. I was stunned by the blow, my head knocked back to the pillow and pain exploding with me. For long moments I held still, shocked. That was long enough for him. He grabbed my other wrist, forcing both together above my head, then straddled my body.

His heavy weight came down on my belly as he held my hands above my head, and I was suddenly aware that the thin sheet above me had slid down with my movements, baring my chest completely. His eyes feasted on my bared breasts and he shifted his hands on my wrists, holding them together with just one big paw while the other moved off, sliding down onto my left boob.

"Get off me!" I snarled. "You fucking bastard! I'll tell Mom and Jack! I'll call the fucking police, you fucking pervert!"

"Shut your mouth, bitch!" he growled back.

"Fuck you!"

His hand left my boob and he slapped my face again, hard. Again there was that sudden blast of pain and shock as he knocked my head sideways.

"You little slut"! he sneered. "Just like your whore Mother! Think you're too good fer' me, don't yah?" He slapped me again, and then again. Then worst of all, he bent over and placed his foul lips against mine.

His lips locked tightly onto mine, and his tongue pushed into my mouth. I could taste his boozy breath and nearly gagged, trying to twist my head aside. His mouth shifted with me, still locked to mine, his breath sucking and blowing into my mouth, his tongue pushing and twisting around inside me.

He pulled his face away at last, laughing, his eyes wild. He looked around him, then reached over to where my robe lay hanging on the corner post. He slid the belt out of it and then started wrapping it around my wrists. I struggled again, but uselessly, unable to use any of my martial arts training in this vulnerable, defenseless position.

The simple fact was that he held my wrists tightly, and his strength was too much greater than mine.

As for my legs, well, the could do nothing while I was flat on my back and he sat on my belly. They kicked and jerked and flopped anyway as I tried to heave and twist him off me. But I could really do nothing, "and now he had succeeded in tying my wrists tightly together.

The belt was wrapped several times around my wrists and then tied with a triple knot, very tightly. He took what was left of the belt and wrapped it around the head board pole, then tied it there. Only then did he loose his grip and sit up, looking down at me with a calculating, lecherous expression.

"Hot little thing, ain't you?" he breathed, his hands sliding down onto my rounded breasts, his fingers probing, squeezing, digging into the fleshy mammaries that were so sensitive to the touch. I was humiliated and furious, continuing to pull at the belt holding my wrists, my feet scrambling against the bed.

"You fucker!" I shrieked.

"You want another slap?" he glared, holding his right hand aloft.

"You better learn to behave, bitch!"

"I'll fucking put you in jail!" I raged.

"We'll see, baby. We'll see." he grinned, his hand returning to my breast. He was kneading the soft, malleable meat, rolling it around, twisting the perfect round orbs out of shape, squeezing hard enough to make me wince from the pain as his fingers pushed deep into the thick melons.

"You got nice tits, baby." he grinned. "Real, real nice. I love tits." he shifted, sliding his ass further down on my body, then bent down and rubbed his face against my tits. I could feel his hot, sweating skin against mine, feel the whiskers scratching at my soft, tender white flesh.

Then his mouth closed on my left nipple and he sucked ferociously, his tongue rasping against the little nub like a maddened snake.

"Daddyyyy!" I moaned, trying another tack. "Get off me! You can't do this to me!"

"Why not?" he gasped, pulling his mouth off my nipple and gazing down into my eyes. "You're probably peddling it to every pimply faced little prick in school."

"I'm not!" I protested. "I'm a virgin!"

He laughed, a sneering taunting sound. He reached back and jerked the sheet away from my hips, baring me entirely, then moved downward, kneeling between my legs. He held my thighs in his large strong hands, shoving them apart, forcing them back, then he thrust a hard finger straight into my pussy.

I gasped and jerked spasmodically, my cunt stinging from the sharp penetration. I tried to bring my legs together, put he was between them, finally I pulled my free leg back, and thrust my foot straight at him. It hit him in the chest and knocked him backwards, but only temporarily, he ducked to one side and shoved my leg aside again, then dove onto me, his body coming down heavily atop mine, crushing me into the mattress.

I grunted as his weight came down on my chest, and looked up into his taunting face only inches above me.

"You ain't no virgin, you whore." he smirked. "You let someone else into this tight little hole of yours, so you can let me in too."

"I didn't!" I protested. "Get off me!"

"When I'm done. When I'm done." he laughed. My legs kicked feebly, but what could they do? There was no more helpless position than this, with him between my legs, pressing down on me.

Fear was starting to climb up into my head to rest there along with the anger, shock and loathing. I realized now that there wasn't anything I could do to stop him as he once again began to suck on my nipples. His mouth roamed over my breasts, his tongue wetly lapping and stroking at my flesh. Then he moved his head up, his left hand taking a tight grip on my hair to hold my head in place as his face came down onto mine.

I grit my teeth, trying to keep my mouth closed. He mashed his lips against me anyway, then pulled his head up to look down in anger. His right hand rose, then came down hard, his fist plunging into my belly.

I gasped, the air whooshing out of me as pain ripped into my gut. His mouth covered mine again, his tongue thrusting into my oral cavity. His free hand continued to mash and knead my tit meat as he sucked the breath out of my lungs.

His tongue brought a disgusting taste into me, stale booze and onions, along with God knew what else. I bit it and he pulled back, yelping. I braced myself, and wasn't mistaken. His hand slashed down and cracked across the side of my face again.

"You fuckin' little whooore"! he screamed, holding his hand with his other hand. " His hands shot down and grabbed my meaty tits tight, then squeezed really, really hard, bringing tears to my eyes. Then he twisted his hands around viciously, and I cried out in pain as my tits boiled with agony.

"I'll show you your place, you fuckin' little whore!" he snarled, reaching down to his belt. He undid it, then popped the catch on his jeans and jerked them downward, pulling out his cock.

It was massive, already hard and very, very thick, thicker than I'd ever seen before. Then he shifted himself and rolled fully atop me again, his chest coming down flat and heavy on mine. I lost sight of his prong, but could feel it as his hand guided it against my crotch.

I was still gasping from the pain in my breasts and all I got out was a squeaky no, no, as I felt the thing pushing against my vaginal opening. I clenched my pussy muscles hard as his thing pushed into me. Slowly, he pried my pussy lips apart, forcing his thing into my body.

I winced, gritting my teeth as I tried to resist, but his thing was hard as steel and he was cruelly determined. His prick, jerking forward and back, thrusting and twisting and humping, slowly forced its way deeper and deeper into my dry tunnel.

I couldn't believe the sensation. Quite aside from my being dry down there, my pussy was being forced open far wider than ever it had before. I could feel the strain on my pussy lips and on the pink flesh of my tunnel as his boated male organ skewered me and forced me wide open.

I groaned and whimpered as the pain grew greater and greater with each inch of his meat that pushed into me.

"You bastard! You bastard!" I sobbed, groaning with the sharpness of the pain in my groin.

"You're gettin' what you deserve you filthy little slut!" he growled, letting go his cock now that it was firmly inside me and placing both his hands flat on the mattress on either side of my head.

He began to hump into me carefully, his cock as yet not even half buried in my body. He worked it back and forth, thrusting hard to push more into me, then pulling back a little when resistance grew too great. He grunted and muttered to himself, his face drooling a little.

More of his cock pushed into me, inch after inch of it, the fat, knobby cock head like a bulldozer as it thrust its way down to the absolute bottom of my fuck pit. And yet, I knew there was more, for I could not feel his belly on mine yet.

And sure enough, he pulled back, pulling the long, massively thick length of his organ back down my tunnel, then thrusting down hard, very hard, his cock driving deep into my belly, the head bashing against whatever obstacle it came into contact with.

I screamed in pain as his cock probed deeper inside me, hammering against my cervix. He laughed in response, pulling back again, then dropping his weight down, thrusting his prong back into me with his heavy weight behind it. Again the head smashed against my cervix, his cockshaft drawn in behind it.

I groaned long and loud, my head falling back on the mattress, my breath hissing out between my lips. I felt his belly touching mine, felt his balls sliding caressingly against my buttocks. My legs jerked fitfully, the heavy weight of his hips crushing down against my inner thighs.

His thing was way up inside my belly. I could feel it throbbing and pulsing inside my gut, its terrible thickness bloating out my narrow elastic fuck tunnel. He grunted, rolling his hips, grinding himself into me, bruising my thighs with the hard bone of his hips

He brought his whole weight flat on me again, and his mouth began to work at my throat, sucking, biting, licking. His mouth roamed, sliding up over my jaw and across my cheeks, across my forehead, and down onto my mouth.

He began to hump into me, his loins grinding, sliding, rising and falling against my thighs, his hairy belly scratching against mine, his chest hair tickling my nipples. His prick moved in and out of me, rasping hard at my straining opening.

The pain was slowly beginning to subside as his humping continued. His cock pumped slowly in and out of my torn pussy, grinding across my soft pink flesh. I thought I could feel every ridge and vein and bump on his prick as it moved with me.

I lay unmoving, no longer resisting, just staring up at the ceiling past his head. I grunted and groaned from time to time as he continued to pump into me. He reached down at one point, shoving my legs further apart. I didn't resist.

"like that, don't you, whore?" he panted.

"All you bitches need cocks up your tight little holes. I bet your stinking slutty little friends could all use a good fat cock up their cunts!"

He grunted a she pushed his cock in harder. His eyes bore into mine, a look of malevolent glee on his face.

"Take it! Take it you cheap little cunt! This is what you cunts are .ill made for! Ungh! Ungh! UNgh!" he growled.

His strokes grew in speed and strength, his cock slicing hack and forth inside me with greater strength and freedom as my cunt muscles were worn down. He raised himself on his elbows for a rime as he humped into me, then he brought his lips back down onto mine, mashing them all across my face.

His heavy hairy body, greasy with swear and dirt, was crushing into me, pressing me deep into the mattress as it ground and mashed against me. His hairy frame was scraping against mine, coating me with his slime as he raped my belly.

Then he pushed his elbows our and dropped his weight down onto my chest again. His hands slid underneath me and cupped my buttocks, squeezing his fingers tightly, digging them into the flesh. He hauled upward on my ass, increasing the force of his strokes as he pumped into me.

His hands jerked my ass upwards to meet each of his angry downward thrusts, bringing grunts, and occasional gasps of pain from my lips as he hammered his cock down into my crotch tunnel. He kneaded the cheeks of my ass even as he humped rue upward onto his plunging cock.

Then he grunted and moaned, humping harder, his body jerking and almost bouncing atop mine.

His hips hammered into my thighs with bruising force, his cock pounding down into my cunt box with tremendous energy and speed.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" he grunted, throwing his hips hard into me, sending his rock hard cock stabbing upward into my belly, his daughter's belly, with total unconcern for the pain he might be causing.

"Gonna cum!" he gasped, "Gonna cum inside you, slut! Gonna drown you in cum juice!"

He rode me furiously, his hips pummeling my thighs, his body rising and falling above me with fast, uneven movements. His cockhead was almost punch my cervix. Again and again I could feel its terrible impact against the deepest part of my pussy, hitting the floor of my cunt box with jarring force.

It was a unique and never before felt sensation. It was like there was something alive inside me, like some kind of Alien creature trying to burst out. I felt his hard, helmeted cock-knob battering at the innermost part of me again and again, hard, painful blows that sent cramps through my abdomen.

He jammed his fuck meat into me and held it deep inside my belly, grinding his body from side to side as he squeezed his fingers into my ass meat and jerked me up against him. My legs flailed helplessly as he half lifted my ass off the bed, jamming me onto his terribly impaling spear.

I mewled helplessly, closing my eyes against the pain and humiliation, trying to hide within my mind, to shut out all sensations and feelings of his brutal rape. I could not, for those sensations were too powerful, to pervasive.

My body was jarred and bounced and crushed by his, while his lips continued to roam across my head, throat, and shoulders. Then he gave a strangled, gargling gasp, his head coming up and back as he threw his hips into me. His cock rammed deep into my belly and I felt it swell even further

Then I felt it explode within me, felt his hot bubbling cum gush down into my belly, flooding into my womb as he pumped his meat desperately, gasping and moaning in pleasure.

Then he collapsed atop me, hardly moving save for the rise and fall of his chest. He lay on top of me for some time before finally rolling slowly over. His wet, softening cock tore free from the clinging, sucking depths of my cunt sheath as he fell onto his back beside me.

He said nothing, resting there comfortably. Then, after a time, I realized he was sound asleep. I began to pull at my bonds, hoping to work myself free while he was asleep, working my sore body to its limits with the angry rage that drove me, imagining with relish what I would do to him when I was free.

Unfortunately, the belt would not come loose. My wrists were bound tightly and there didn't seem to be anything I could do about it. I lay there, exhausted, inwardly seething and heart sore. My Dad snored loudly beside me on the bed.

THREE

I lay there for hours, staring up at the ceiling. My body was sore and bruised and I could feel the wetness, the slimy dirtiness between my legs. My crotch felt sore and stung a bit. My ass cheeks also stung a little from where his nails had dug into my skin.

I was cold, my naked skin exposed to the cool air-conditioned room without even a sheet to cover me. Every now and then I pulled and twisted my hands experimentally, hoping that somehow I would manage to do what I hadn't before, get loose.

All I succeeded in doing was to pinch my wrists harder, to dig the belt in tighter, and to tire myself out. Just after dawn my Dad woke up. He stumbled across the room to the bathroom and emptied out some of the beer he'd consumed, then staggered back to bed and collapsed, half atop me, his arm around my belly and his face nuzzled into my left breast.

He sat up again, sort of squatting on his heels. He twisted me onto my side and straddled my lower leg, then lifted my other one high into the air, shoving it back, stretching me painfully.

"Stop it! Fuck!" I yelled.

"You'll get fucked all right." he snickered.

Then he jammed his cock into my newly raped cunt tube and began to pump into me. He humped very hard, his cock pistoning in my hole with no regard to whatever pain it might be causing. I groaned in pain and snarled in hatred, but he just kept thrusting his prong into me.

Then he came, his sperm gushing up into my belly. Almost at once he pulled out, let my leg drop, then rolled over onto his side.

Seconds later he began to snore again. I glanced down at him in distaste, almost nausea, wishing a heart attack on him. He didn't get one though, continuing to snore happily.

More hours passed. My Dad slowly wakened, muttering in his sleep, shifting around, drawing in even closer to me. His hand began rubbing at my breasts as his head slowly moved about. Then his eyes opened with a sigh and he looked at my tit right before him.

He nuzzled in closer, pressing his face against my boob, resting his head on my chest.

"Wake up and untie me, you fucking bastard!" I hissed, humping my chest upward, bouncing his head up. He gave a grunt and slowly pulled his head up, then rolled slightly back and propped his head on his elbow, yawning, then looking down at me as I lay there in front of him.

I guess maybe I was expecting remorse and apologies now that he was drunk, but he didn't look at all sorry. His eyes moved slowly up and down my body in a careful, appreciative examination. His right hand was on my belly and he moved it in slow circles.

"Untie me!" I snarled.

"Hmmmmm?" he murmured, his hand sliding upward to cup my left breast. He squeezed the soft meat, then brought his lips down onto my right nipple, his tongue rasping across it a few times before he sucked it into his mouth and began to chew.

"Stop it! What's the matter with you!" I cried. "Let me go right now!"

"Whas' yer hurry?" he mumbled, lapping at my nipple.

"Get off me you stinking scum!" I growled furiously.

"Uhh hmmmmm." he mumbled, suckling on my nipple again. He shifted closer, his right knee coming down between my legs. His right hand moved down onto my crotch and began to rub at my pussy entrance.

His fingers began to probe at my pussy tunnel, then a single finger wriggled down into me. He began to pump it up and down as his other fingers searched at the top of my slit for my clitty. He found it and pressed his thumb and forefinger against it, rolling it slowly between them.

His tongue slid across me, gliding across my body, leaving a wet trail behind. He tongued and sucked my nipples erect, then suckled on them. Then he shifted his mouth upward, probing at the nape of my neck, nibbling and sucking like he was a vampire.

I was exhausted, having gotten no sleep last night of course. Cold and tired and hopeless, I lay there and stared up, waiting for him to finish, for him to untie me. Even the idea of revenge was beginning to pale, replaced by the simple desire to just be free, to escape him.

Then he moved, sliding lower and lower in the bed. He rolled over in between my legs, his head propped up on his elbows, his face staring into my crotch. He moved his face down closer, then pried my pussy lips apart with his fingers.

Then his tongue flicked out, the tip pushing into my crotch hole. He pushed his tongue far out and drove it up into my snatch, sucking and slurping at my pussy meat. He rubbed his face and tongue up and down against my slit, his nose grinding against my clitty as it moved.

He held my cunt lips apart, baring my clitty, then began to lap at it like a dog. At the same time he pushed a finger into my twat again, soon adding a second, then a third. I grunted and tried to pull my thighs together, tried to use my feet to push him away, but could not get the leverage.

His tongue continued to slither across my clitty, continued to rasp against the now wet, silky pink flesh of my pussy meat. He starred to pump his fingers inside me, pressing against the top of my box, nibbing against my clitty from the inside as his tongue slathered me with saliva and nibbed hard over the top of my little bud.

His fingers pulled out of my fuck tunnel with a slithery wet slurping sound, then he used the fingers of both hands to hold my lips open as he pressed his puckered lips to my hole. Suddenly he gave a mighty sucking breath, drawing my very insidesout.

I grunted in surprise. Then he breathed out, blowing his hot breath into my fuck tunnel. He sucked in and out, his lips pressed tightly against my hole, his breath moving inside me, like he was giving mouth to mouth resuscitation to my cunt.

My eyes blinked in stunned amazement. It felt tremendously strange, the way his breath expanded the silky elastic walls of my cunny, yet it was far from painful. In fact, though I hadn't been paying much attention to it, my pussy was feeling distinctly relaxed, and even tingly warm from his continued fondling.

I began to recognize the tingling and sharp heat that prefaced the beginnings of sexual arousal. I gasped in shock, unable to admit to myself that he could have that kind of effect on my body. I tried to fight it off, to ignore the rising tide of hot, sensuality that seemed to hang in the air.

His mouth pulled back slightly, though he continued to hold my cunt lips apart and pressed back. His tongue, flat and long, began to lap at my cunt skin, sliding across my oily pink cunt meat, pressing especially hard as it rode over my clitty.

He slid a thumb loose from my lips and pushed it against my clitty, grinding it into the super sensitive little organ. I gasped, feeling a sharp stab of kindled lust. I shook my head in despair, trying to shake off the burning desire that was now throbbing within my lower belly, growing, rising, spreading upwards.

"No." I breathed, almost a whisper. My eyes were wide, staring upwards in disbelief and denial.

My Dad suddenly thrust the three fingers back into my cunt tunnel, driving them deep inside me with a single motion. My loins jerked upward, my legs flying up and back as my ass bounced on the bed.

"NOOO!" I cried, an hot searing blast of violent sexual pleasure tearing into my crotch.

My cunt was afire with need, pulsing and sparkling like a fourth of July torch. I mewled piteously, my body shaking and jerking. I writhed on the bed, trying to pull my crotch away from his mouth, his chewing, nibbling, licking, devouring mouth, away from his lips and his fingers and his.. . his.. . God! His tongue!

I couldn't control myself. My body was in a state of charged sexual fever, churning upward towards-an orgasm and totally overpowering any thoughts or considerations I might have about it. It didn't matter that I hated him, that he had tied me here and raped me, that he was my own father.

None of it mattered.

All that mattered were the powerful sensations of glittering sensual delights coursing through my body. All that mattered was that he continue the wonderful things he was doing. All that mattered was that I cum, that I reach that last plateau, that I blossom and explode into the climax that my body so desperately desired.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" I gasped. "OHH Gh.. . Gh.. . "

He seized my clitty between his teeth, pinching it between them hard enough to hurt, then sort of shifted his jaw from side to side, grinding his teeth back and forth against my clit.

I screamed, bucking my ass upwards, my eyes bulging as an enormous tidal wave of sexual ecstasy towered over me. It was like I could look up and see it there, hovering, waiting.. .

"God." I whimpered. "Oh God. OH God! OH GOD! OH.. . OH.. . OH.. . GH.. . GHGHO.. . O.. . O.. . OOODDDDDDD!! "

He crawled rapidly up my body and placed his thick, hard prick against my drooling fuck box. Then he slowly pressed the helmeted head into me, prying apart my sopping cunt lips and pushing the thing inside. He held himself aloft on his hands, his arms straight as he stared down into my grimacing face.

Then he rammed forward, using his entire weight, thrusting into me with the full length of his awesome steel tool. I screamed, the wave swamping me, crashing down in a multi-colored explosion of glittering sexual ecstasy.

My body bucked and jerked and shook, writhing and twisting. My head thrashed from side to side as my pussy chewed and sucked on his prong. I humped upward against him, even as he began to slash his weapon in and out of my spasming cunt sheath.

I sobbed and wailed, my body in the midst of a crackling firestorm of pleasure. My chest ached, straining and stiff, unable to move, the breath locked within me. I couldn't move, wouldn't, not daring to risk a premature ending to this wondrous sensations tearing through me.

My Dad's cock was hammering into my cunt, plunging in and out of my tight hole with a wet sucking sound. I whimpered and gave another low, desperate cry.

Then the climax lessened its hold on me, and the sensations began to decline, their power to fade. I let out an explosive breath of air and my chest began to rise and fall rapidly as I gulped in oxygen. My eyes closed to mere slits as I groaned softly.

Above me, my Dad continued to pump his cock meat into my slit, the sound of it the only noise other than my breathing that my ears could detect.

Then my breathing was interrupted as my Dad's lips covered mine. I didn't resist, couldn't resist. My mouth was lose, slack. His lips mashed and slid against mine, his tongue probing the inside of my oral cavity. Then he pulled away, his hands going beneath my thighs, pulling them up, shoving my legs back against me.

I grunted as his weight pushed my legs hard against my chest. He rose up on his arms again, his hands pushing against my legs just behind the knees. My knees ground into my shoulders, my breasts flattened and crushed beneath my legs.

I looked up dazedly into his face, but saw nothing there but a near crazed sexual compulsion. He stared at me, yet.. . he wasn't looking at me. His shoulders pushed down on my legs, then he shifted his grip, sliding his heavy hands down to my ankles.

He pressed them down hard, supporting his entire weight on them as he rose above me. His cock was slicing back and forth in my lower belly, churning my cunt into a frothing stew. I moaned weakly, my hands jerking against the bonds holding them.

I could feel the burning as my crotch re-ignited under the awesome stimulation of his fat, pumping prong. He was pressing my ankles right back against the sides of my head. My back ached. My thighs ached, my legs ached.

My crotch was wide open and utterly vulnerable to his prick as he pumped it within me. He drove it deep down into me with each hard thrust, sending his stone hard cock knob punching into my cervix. I looked down between my legs to see his thick, swollen fuck meat pistoning in and out of my glistening pussy.

I was so bent over that I could actually see, only inches away, the way my cunt lips clung to his cock as it ripped free, and how they were shoved back inside me with each downward thrust.

His heavy body was battering away at the crushed, rolled up ball beneath him that was myself. His cock was quite simply skewering me. My ass cheeks were battered by the repeated impact of his thighs and hips. He pounded down into me, bouncing the both of us up and down on the bed.

I felt the my body begin to pulse with energy once again, felt the heat pouring out of my volcanic fuck box. He stroked down into me with ferocious, brutal strokes, his body smashing down into me with savage speed and energy.

My slender legs ground into my chest, mashing my tit meat against my rib cage. I groaned in mixed pain and pleasure, my body twitching and quivering. His cock was moving so fast, so furiously inside me. I was stunned, amazed, even in my confused, befuddled state I watched and felt and was amazed as that thick man's cock stabbed me again and again, each time burying itself within my abdominal cavity.

Then, just as the first hard spurting wads of my father's cum began to shoot against my cervix, my body exploded with gleeful sexual abandon. He pounded down into me, grunting and gasping his pleasure even as I howled and screamed in glorious delight.

It was wanton, sluttish, unforgivable, yet I could not help myself. My body blazed with heat. It poured from me. I was coated with sweat and I grunted repeatedly, my head slapping back against the bed with every ragged, shuddering breath.

My Dad's king size cock thrust into me, prodding into my belly as he pumped me full of sweet white goo. I felt it spurting deep inside me, fountaining out the tip of his cockhead as it lay nestled way up inside me.

Then my Dad slowed his pumpings to almost nothing, before slowly rolling off of me to lie gasping and panting on his back next to me.

I lay there, also breathing heavily, trying to regain some control of my senses. Now that I could think I loathed myself for what I had done. I loathed my body for betraying me. Most of all, I loathed him.

My head rested atop my arms, which stretched above me, joined together at my headboard. I gazed at him, my eyes murderous. He ignored me, not even looking my way.

Then he rose to his feet. He yawned, then walked naked to the door.

"Hey." I snapped. He turned briefly to look at me through bloodshot eyes.

"Untie me." I demanded.

A small smile sneaked across his face, then he turned and left. I glared at his back, but there was little I could do.

A few minutes later he returned and pulled on his pants, then stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at me, considering. He moved over to one of my dressers and began to open the drawers, rifling them. A few seconds later he pulled out a handful of panty hose.

He moved over and sat on the bed, then ripped one of the pairs of panty hose in half. He dropped one leg, then tied the other around my right ankle. I thought he was going to tie my ankles together, but he surprised me. He tied the other ankle all right, but loosely, so it was still a foot or so away from its mate.

Then he crawled into bed, throwing a leg across my chest so he was straddling me. He slowly untied the belt from my wrists. As soon as they were unbound he held them tightly in his big fists, then tied them tightly together again with the other leg of the pair of panty hose he'd ripped.

He got out of bed then and seemed to ponder something. I sat up, groaning with the bruises all over my body. He grabbed my hair and pulled me out of bed.

"OWWW! FUCK!" I snarled in pain.

"Shut up, pussy. You got yourself a good fuck. Now you can make me breakfast." he said.

"Fuck you!"

"Don't make me take you across my knees, baby. I'll do it." he grinned. I glared furiously at him, knowing he'd like nothing better.

"Untie me!" He shook his head and smiled.

"How long are you gonna keep me tied up?! " I demanded.

"Long as I want. Don't want you going all Kung Fooey on me."

"You coward!" I snarled.

"Fuckin' right. Girls like you are for fuckin' not fightin'. "

He brought me downstairs, holding onto my elbow as I hopped down the stairs. My feet wouldn't come far enough apart to actually walk down the stairs. Once at the bottom he led me across the floor to the kitchen.

"I want bacon and eggs, three, no.. . four of them, sunny side up. Toast too, and coffee, black, lotsa that."

He pulled open the drawers, taking the one with the utensils and putting it off in a corner. Then he rooted through the other drawers as I watched sullenly. He turned and glared at me.

"Make me my breakfast."

"Why should I?" I snapped.

He gripped my arm and whirled me around, then slapped his hand down hard on my buttocks. I cried out in pain as his hand hit several times. Then he whirled me around again and glared down into my face.

My ass hurt like fire and I couldn't even rub it.

"Now make my Goddamned breakfast or I'll take the belt to your butt."

Well, there wasn't a helluva lot else I could do. I sure couldn't fight him tied up like this, not and win anyway. I got the bacon and eggs, turned on the stove and started hammering pots around. I kept looking around for something sharp to cut the panty hose with but my Dad had removed everything.

It didn't take long and soon my Dad was wolfing down his breakfast. He'd promised to whip my ass if It tasted bad, which kept me from pouring in tons of pepper or Tabasco sauce or something. I made myself some too and ate it standing up while I made him seconds and thirds.

"Yessir." he said, yawning hugely. "This is the life. Nice warm bed, good fucking, nice pussy in the morn in', then a hot breakfast made by somebody else. Ha, ha, ha, ha."

"Just wait till I tell Mom." I glared.

"Oh quite yer bitchin'. You came like a fuckin' pro."

"I did not." I sulked.

"Did to ya' little bitch. You were yowlin' like a bitch in heat when I pumped that pussy o' yours."

"You raped me!"

"Oh bullshit. The way you was walkin' around waving your round little ass in my face, you was lookin' for it."

"I was not!"

"Yeah right. You know you were. You wanted it. You were drool in' for it."

"I did not, you stinking pervert!"

"Just wash the dishes and shut yer trap. I oughta gag you, make you the perfect woman. HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!"

"Bastard!" I snarled. I turned and began rubbing furiously at the dirty dishes and pots, glaring into the soapy water. Then I felt him up behind me. I jerked but his hands were on my shoulders, kneading the muscles.

"Ya' know. I been thinkin'. "

"I didn't know you could."

"Funny kid, ain't ya'? Anyway, you said the old lady woulnd't be home for a week. That means I might as well stay here."

"You can't!"

"Why not?"

"Because I said so!"

"Who gives a fuck what you say?" he grinned. "You can just do what yer' told while I'm here. Maybe if you're good I'll give you a good ride every mornin' like I did today."

"I'll call the police!"

"I don't think so, sweet buns." he grinned.

"You can't keep me a prisoner here all week! I'll find something to cut these! I'll get away and bring the cops back!"

"Hmmmm, you might at that. I can't risk that, now can I?" He grinned. "I guess I'm gonna have ta' find something better than these to keep you in line."

With that he pulled me away from the sink, bringing me through the dining room and into the big front hall. There was a round wooden pillar there, two of them actually. We passed between them, my Dad glancing at both as we went up the stairs.

He brought me, not to my own bedroom but to my parents, then shoved me down on their big King sized bed. He took a pair of scissors off my Mom's dresser and grabbed a couple of pairs of panty hose from her closet.

He squatted on my belly again, then quickly cut the panty hose off my wrists.

Before I could move my hands he had them tightly together in one of his. He wrapped one of the torn legs of the panty hose around my right wrist, then, kneeling heavily on my left hand, he tied the end of the panty hose around the corner post at the top of the bed.

With that done he easily slid the second half of the torn panty hose around my left wrist, then pulled it tight above my head, binding it to the other corner post. He ripped the second pair of panty hose in two, then bound one leg around each ankle, binding them tightly to the bottom corners of the bed.

Now I was bound spread-eagled on the big bed, completely unable to move. My legs were spread wide apart and he took advantage of that to fondle my pussy, sliding his fingers up into me to pump my cunt several times.

"Don't go away, baby. I'll be back soon." He grinned.

He left then, leaving me by myself in my parents bed. I pulled and strained with various limbs, pulling against the panty hose. But it held tight. I couldn't budge an arm or a leg. I stopped finally, my wrists and ankles all sore from the pressure I'd been putting on them.

I lay there in a sullen sulk, using every curse I could think of against my scummy pervert father, and wishing every type of vile, horrible death I could on him. I replayed every slasher picture I'd seen and put his face on all the dead bodies.

It was mildly satisfying, but didn't get me loose. I lay there for, well.. . it's hard to tell the time when you're just, like.. . lying there. You know? Anyway it was a while, maybe a half hour. Then my old man returned and my heart sank. He had with him a long coil of rope, that thin, plastic coated, yellow shit that even a knife had a hard time cutting.

He sat on the edge of the bed, grinning at me, then began to run his hand up and down my leg, sliding it up my inner thigh to my crotch.

"You have got one terrific body, Allison."

"Cocksucker."

"I never did, baby. But you know, you sure as hell have. And I bet you'd like to wrap your lips around this, wouldn't you?" He gripped his crotch.

"I'll bit it off."

"Oooooh. Damage the family jewels?" he shook his head in mock regret.

"No, no. I don't think you want to do that."

His hand slid up into my crotch, palming my pussy, squeezing it as he rubbed his hand up and down.

"Yes sir, a real nice body. You were built for fuckin'. No doubt about it."

His hand slid up onto my belly, then moved further up, gliding along my skin, sliding up to my breasts. He slid his hand around and around my boobs, then let it coast up over the swelling mounds and down the other sides.

"Very, very nice." he murmured. "I know a lot of guys who'd pay good money for a few minutes between these pretty legs o' yours." he grinned.

"Scum." I glared.

"Shhh." he smiled. He slid his left hand under my head, then gripped my hair and lifted my head up to him. His lips closed one mine and he ground them together. I kept my mouth closed.

"Open your mouth." he said. I kept it closed. His right hand slid onto my breast and started to squeeze.

"Open it or I'll twist yer' fuckin' tit off again." he said, lowering his lips to mine.

I gave up, letting my mouth open. Instantly his tongue pushed into me.

"I think I'll let you take care o' this, afore I go." he sighed, grabbing his bulging crotch.

He stood up and then jerked his pants down and off, then stood there naked, fisting his cock. He grinned at me, then moved forward, climbing onto the bed, settling between my splayed legs.

FOUR

The muscles and tendons on my arms and legs stood out as I struggled to pull myself free of my bonds. But it was hopeless and brought only snickers from my Dad. He squatted there between my thighs, running his hands up and down my legs.

"Tell me, baby," he grinned, "who popped your cherry anyway'"

"Fuck off!" I glared.

"Now, now, now. All I wanna know is when it happened." His hands slid up onto my belly, sliding around in circles, then moved upwards onto my chest, then coasted onto my breasts and started kneading and massaging them.

"In the back of some little zit's car, maybe?" he grinned.

"You did it." I snarled.

"Liar." He squeezed my tits harder. "I bet you were shovin' your little ass towards every guy who looked sideways at you, weren't you? I bet you been fucked more times than you can remember."

"Everyone knows how slutty teenage girls are these days." he cackled, tweaking my nipples. "Tell me, ever been gang banged? Maybe I could arrange that for you. Would you like that?"

"You just wait until Mom gets home." I gritted sullenly.

"And what about when she does? I think I'll just stick my cock up that tight pussy of hers and fuck her till it comes out her ears."

He slid his body onto mine, his lips kissing my cheeks, my throat, then moving onto my lips. His hairy naked body rubbed over me, his skin, hot and moist, rasped against my own. His left hand slithered roughly through my hair, pulling it, stroking it, gathering in thick tangles and wrapping them around itself.

His right fondled my left breast as his tongue pushed insistently against my lips. I opened them resignedly and his tongue moved into my mouth, slipping along the roof of my mouth before twining against my own tongue.

His pelvis ground against mine, his cock, hard and long and thick, was crushed between our bellies. I felt it pressed straight up against my stomach and wondered at its length, amazed that my hole could accept such a thing without splitting open.

Then his mouth began nibbling and chewing its way down under my jaw, his teeth pinching and nipping at my throat, his tongue sliding and slithering down my chest, moving in round circles around my titties before his lips closed on my left nipple. There he placidly began to suck, his hands moving over my body.

I was even more helpless than I'd been last night, not even able to attempt to pull my widely splayed legs closed. His body settled atop mine, crushing me down into the mattress. His weight on my chest made it nearly impossible to breath as he took his prong and pushed the head up into my cunt opening.

I grunted as he thrust into me, feeling my box opening, spreading to admit his raping cock. His elbows came down on either side of my head as he bent down and began to kiss me, humping his loins in a slow rodding that drove his cock high into me with each stroke.

His right hand slid down under me, cupping my ass cheeks, his fingers kneading, clawing, squeezing. His left was in my hair, keeping hold tightly as his lips mashed against mine. His cock pumped slowly inside my fuck tunnel, rodding back and forth nonchalantly.

After a couple of minutes he picked up the pace, humping harder, faster. The bed springs began to squeak as he drove himself into me with greater power, his strokes now hard, desperate thrusts that stabbed his thick cock tool up into my belly with painful force.

Then he grunted, his hips jerking furiously as he pistoned his cock into my twat tunnel. I felt his juicy sperm flooding down into me as he sighed and fell still. He lay atop me for a minute, then sat up, pulling out.

He looked down at me and grinned in a smug, superior way. "I'm gonna go out for a little while, sweetie," he said, pulling on his pants. "But don't you get lonely, cause I'll be back to give that HP pussy of yours a good pump."

"Eat shit." I glared.

"I don't think so. Where's that credit card."

"What credit card?"

"Honey buns, don't play dumb. I want that card? We're fresh outa beer, for one thing."

"It's on the bureau." I scowled. I wanted him out of here.

"What's the number?"

"Huh?"

"The PIN number so's I can get money out of the machine."

"I forget."

"You forget and I'll stay here and fuck that tight little asshole of yours till you remember." he threatened.

"Uh.. . four, four, nine, two."

"You sure?" I nodded.

"You better be. If it don't work I'm gonna come straight back here and tan that round little ass of yours, then stick my cock up it."

like I'll be here, shit head, I thought to myself.

I was surprised when he carefully undid my wrists, then rebound them again together. I had thought he'd leave me on the bed. I knew I could get loose given time. After all, it was only panty hose. It would stretch, and I could dig my nails into it and cut it eventually.

Maybe the same idea had occurred to him. Anyway, he brought me downstairs, lugging that long coil of rope with him. We passed through the entry hall, but then he stopped me, his hand on my arm.

"This's fine, sweet buns."

He pushed me back against the round pillar. The wood felt cold against my behind. He knelt and tied the rope around my right ankle, then moved behind the pillar and slid it around my left. He slid it a couple of times around my left: ankle, pulling tightly so both my legs were pulled back half way around the pillar and my ass was spread and pushed hard against the round wood.

I almost fell down, overbalanced. He ran the rope up the other side of the pillar to where a potted plant hung from a hook that stuck out a foot or so. He tossed the rope over the hook, then grabbed my bound wrists and pulled them up above my head. He wound the rope tightly around my right wrist, then cut the panty hose free.

My left fell free, but as he was behind the pillar, holding my right, there wasn't anything I could do with it. He held onto the rope, keeping my wrist up and back, then reached around the other side of the pillar, grabbing my left hand and pulling that up and back.

My ass was already mashed hard against the rounded pillar, and he pulled hard on the rope, lifting my wrists high and pulling them back all the way around the pillar. My body was stretched tautly and I grunted from the pressure on my arms and wrists and the hardness of the pillar against my ass.

With my wrists bound up behind the pillar, he tossed the rope over the hook again, bringing it down, then around the right side of the pillar and through my legs. He had to push hard, jerking my leg out to get the rope through because of how tightly bound my body was to the pillar.

He encircled my upper thigh with the rope, then pulled it up and hack hard. I gasped as the rope pinched my soft flesh and cut into my skin. It felt like steel as it hound my thigh. He brought the rope around behind the pillar, then through my legs again and around my other thigh, again pulling it back around the pillar.

Then he encircled the pillar several more times, each time he cinched the rope very tightly around my belly, lashing me to the pillar.

He slid the rope around again, bringing it across my chest just under my breasts. The next loop came across my chest just above my breasts, and of course, the next crossed them exactly, splitting the soft meat in two as he pulled the rope tight.

He laughed, obviously enjoying himself. The next loop slid up over my shoulder, then back tight around the pillar, then up under my armpit and over my other shoulder, again going back around the pillar.

After criss crossing my chest a couple of times he ran a pair of loops around my throat, pulling tight, but not too tight to breath, then circled the pillar one final rime, the rope pulling tightly against my mouth, forcing my lips open as he cinched it tight. He tied the whole thing up in the back somewhere, then stepped back in front of me.

I was as tightly bound to the pillar as though I'd been carved on it and couldn't move a muscle. My back ached as it was ground into the hard wood. The ropes dug into my wrists, my ankles, my thighs, and most especially my breasts.

"Now you stick around, baby," he snickered. "I'll be back after I do a little shopping." With that he opened the door and went out. I had little hope that I could escape but tried to wriggle anyway. like I said, I could hardly move an inch. My flesh was melded to the pillar, bond to it like glue.

Hours passed, many hours. It was getting dark by the time he returned. I was exhausted after my sleepless ordeal of last night and standing on my feet all day. By the time he got home I was more hanging than standing. My mind was numbed wirt boredom and misery, my hands numb from lack of circulation.

I looked up blearily as the lock clicked at the front door. My Dad came in, but he wasn't alone. My eyes opened wide as he and a second guy, some weaselly looking little guy in a ratty t-shirt, carried some bags and a couple of cartons of beer into the hall.

They set the stuff down on a couch and turned to me. The little guy, a latino, was staring at me, bug-eyed, his face twitching as he flicked his vision up and down my body. My skin warmed and reddened as I stood there, mortified and naked.

His tongue came out and slid across his lip as he stared hungrily at my nude body. My Dad came up beside him and put an arm around his shoulders.

"Ain't she a hot one, Jose? She-likes bein' tied up. She's a hot little slut, lemme tell you. I fucked her three times today and she was a fuckin' wild woman every time, screaming an hollering like you wouldn't believe."

Jose said something in Spanish which I didn't catch. My Dad nodded and grinned. "Liter," he said. "You can fuck her to your heart's content after we set up for the poker game."

He walked back to where he'd left the hags and beers, then reached into one of the bags and pulled out something. He laughed, then walked back to where Jose was standing, still staring at me. Jose had a bulging crotch and was getting more excited by the second.

My Dad held something I'd seen before in pictures, and heard of a lot, but never actually seen live. It was a big plastic vibrator. He clicked it on, his tongue sticking out at me as he laughed in glee I could hear the buzzing as the thing shook in his hand.

"What say we get her all warmed up first, Jose, ol' buddy." My Dad laughed. He moved against me, then slowly ran the tip of the plastic tool up and down my cunt slit. I could do nothing, of course. I couldn't even talk or scream or curse. The rope in my mouth cut off any ability I had to communicate my anger and disgust.

I tried anyway, yelling and snarling, but it all came out as loud, wordless gibberish. He put the thing against my clit, holding it there as it buzzed furiously. I felt it sizzling against my clitty and clamped down on my muscles to avoid it igniting anything.

He pushed the sharp little tip against my cunt and began to push it up into me. My cunt spread and spread around the remorseless attack, the hard shelled vibrator going higher and deeper into my cunt tunnel as he pushed up on the base. I was grunting and whining in pain, my dry cunt flesh scraped and rasped by the thick tool.

He didn't seem to care much about that, intent on forcing every last inch of the thing up into my gash. My cunt strained to accommodate its thick girth.

My Dad kept pushing until only the very base of the thing stuck out between my pussy lips. He called something to Jose, who brought him a roll of electrical tape, then cut off a piece with a little knife. My dad lay the tape flat down my belly, over my cunt and up against my ass, then moved away.

The tape clung tightly to my lower belly, my pussy hair and my soft white ass cheeks, holding the tight dildo up my hole, not letting it slip even an inch. It buzzed like an angry hornet up inside my belly, setting my whole lower body to vibrating.

He and Jose picked up their junk then and went past me into the living room. I lost sight of them, remaining where I was to try and control the shaking in my body. I was in little condition to resist, my energies sapped by the long night's ordeal and then standing up all day.

My box was stuffed by the thick vibrator. I could feel it as a hard lump way up inside my lower belly. Its buzzing could not be ignored no matter how I tried, and after a short time, my cunny began to shake in sympathy. My clitty was especially affected, nestled tightly against the edge of the vibrator where it lay just inside my pussy lips, forcing them out and wide.

I closed my eyes, trying to control my breathing, but as time passed, I could control less and less. I felt my muscles working, actively trying to hump out at the perceived source of the pleasure. I couldn't of course. My ass was pressed so tightly against the pillar that not even a threat could have slid between.

I felt my body warm, heated by the bubbling cauldron that my cunt was becoming. I did try, you must believe me, but I couldn't' help myself.

I came.

My body shuddered and trembled against the pillar, the blast wave of sexual energy ripping through it with tremendous force. There was little outward sign of the orgasmic bliss enveloping me, save only for the violent trembling of my body.

Then it was over, and even more of my energy was gone. I was drained, now almost entirely hanging from the ropes, my eyes mere slits. Still, Dad didn't come and get me. Some time passed. I don't know how much, but I gradually became aware of the terrible heat burning in my belly again.

I could do nothing but stay there and wait for it. Again, a violent sexual climax lashed my body, sizzling hot ecstasy rippling up and down my nervous system, making me quiver and shake as though in a violent seizure. Strange gurgling sounds came from my bound lips and I slumped in the ropes again.

But still I stood there, bound to the wood, tormented by the awful device up inside my belly. Again I came, squalling in miserable delirious joy. I managed to shift my chest a little, jerking it from side to side, sawing the ropes across my breasts.

The effect almost took the top of my head off. I shrieked in ecstasy, my entire body afire with the powerful overload of sexual sensations. It was so" powerful that I think I actually passed out.

I woke, not long later. I think it was only seconds. I don't know how long I stood there with that thing in my body, or how many cums shook me like a rag doll. By the time Jose and my Dad returned I was drained, only semi-conscious.

My Dad grabbed the tape and ripped it free. I screamed as it tore out a lot of my pussy hair. He snickered, grabbing the vibrator and pumping it up and down in my fuck chamber several times.

"Bet you liked this, huh sweetie?" He sneered. He undid the ropes around my ankles, then lifted them off the floor. All my weight came down on my wrist, except for the weight on my tits as the ropes cut even deeper into them.

My Dad lifted my legs high, shoving my ankles right back against the pillar on either side of my head. My ass and crotch stuck out at him as he and Jose stood before me. I made strangled cries of pain and anxiety as my aching body was crushed together. he moved behind the pillar, still holding my ankles tightly.

"Go ahead, Jose," he said, "Give to her. Fuck the little twat good."

I grunted and gurgled, staring out from between my legs as an excited Jose undid his pants and let them drop to the floor around his ankles. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock stood out, popping up and pointing straight at my pussy.

My rounded ass cheeks were pointing straight back at him as he took his cock in his right hand and pushed the head against my crack. My pussy was wet and warm as he easily buried his prick inside it. He sighed and mumbled in Spanish, his hands sliding up and down my legs.

Then he began to pump into me, using long, deep strokes to push his cockhead up and down my tunnel.

"Harder!" my Dad said. "Pump her hard! Rod that cock down into her belly!"

Jose sped up, grunting as he humped into me. He rutted faster and faster, running his cockshaft back and forth inside my sucking twat box. His hands cupped and squeezed my ass cheeks as he pounded his loins into my crotch.

I grunted and moaned, my body twisted and squashed and aching. His meaty prong thudded against the back wall of my fuck box over and over, grinding my backbone, my spine against the hard wood of the pillar.

"Hot and wet, ain't she?" my Dad barked laughingly.

"Si! Si!" Jose panted, burying his pole inside me and grinding his hips against my ass.

"Give it to her! Give it to her, HARD!"

Jose fucked my slit with all his energy, pumping like a demon. He gasped and panted, slamming his hips forward again and again, his dick spearing into my drooling, tight, pink crotch tunnel. Then he gave a moan and stuffed it all up inside me, holding it deep in my guts as his sperm jetted out and filled my hole with its tangy wetness.

He gave a sigh, humping a few more times, his cock sliding back and forth inside my sodden hole. Then he pulled his prick free and stumbled back, bending and pulling up his pants. My Dad dropped my ankles and they fell back to the floor.

I groaned and whimpered tiredly. The ropes dug into my flesh still, sawing painfully against my sweat soaked skin.

"Little whore." My dad sneered. He undid the ropes, sliding them off my tired, aching body until I slumped to the floor, too exhausted to even stand up. He reached down and grabbed my wrists, pulling them behind my back, then he clicked a pair of handcuffs around them, locking them in place.

"Let me go upstairs and sleep." I begged, breathing heavily.

"Ju say she suck! Ju say she suck!" Jose blurted.

"Okay, okay. Don't worry," my Dad said, soothingly. "You can go up to bed after you suck Jose's cock, Allison." he said. "Sit down Jose."

Jose sat in a nearby chair, pulling his pants down again and looking at me excitedly. My Dad half dragged me over to him and placed me on my knees in front of the chair. He pushed my head forward until it was over Jose's flaccid prick.

Jose grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face into his crotch, rubbing my face over his still wet cock, and balls.

"Suck him off and drink his juice and you can get some sleep." Dad promised. The promise of sleep was enough by then to ge to do damn near anything. I was past the point of embarrassment or pride anyway. I opened my lips and sucked in his cock.

It tasted funny, probably because of the coating of sperm and girl juice on it. I'd tasted cum before, but never cunt milk. Still, I ran my lips tightly up and down the length of his soft prick, sucking hard as I ran my tongue over his cockhead.

With my hands cuffed behind me I couldn't touch him with anything but my mouth. That made it harder, especially since he was soft. I had to use more suction, and press my lips down more tightly, using them to pull the cock into my mouth.

His hands were pulling and jerking at my hair, forcing me down harder and interfering with the rhythm I was trying to set up. Still, his rod began to harden and length in my mouth and I was soon able to bob my head up and down with little difficulty, except for the pressure of his hand on my head.

With his free hand he reached beneath me and began to fondle my breasts, squeezing hard, his fingers pinching and twisting, his nails digging into the soft, malleable flesh.

I felt a hand on my ass then. It couldn't be his since both his were in use, so I knew it was my father. I sensed, rather than saw or heard him as he knelt behind me. His hands pulled my legs apart and I was unsurprised moments later to find something hard pushing at my fuck entrance.

His thick tool slid into me, bulging my fuck tunnel out inside my belly as he impaled me on his mighty fuck rod. I groaned around the cock inside my mouth, my ass shaking and trembling from the shock of his deeply penetrating thrust.

His hands slipped around my belly and he bear hugged me, his cock way up inside my stomach. He began to rape it in and out with painful, violent strokes, shaking my entire body like a dog with a rag doll. My ass shook and bounced and jiggled as he hammered into me over and over.

His thick spear skewered my soft, meaty cunt, pistoning in and out with agonizing speed. His cock flesh rasped painfully against my pink, velvety cunt skin as he ripped the prong in and out of my gash.

Meanwhile, Jose was bucking his ass up and down on the chair, rooting his cock around in my mouth. He twisted and jerked my head around, intent only on fucking my mouth with his angry red pumper.

The two of them twisted and pumped and jerked and squeezed and tore at my body, grinding their pricks into me, using me for their own pleasure, headless of my comfort or pain. The cock in my mouth gushed out a steamy hot load of cum, which I was obliged to swallow.

I gulped it all down, licking and slurping at his cock as he pulled at my hair. Then my father spewed out his load, sending it frothing and bubbling up into my belly before leaning back with a sigh of relief.

Shortly alter that he and Jose rose, shoving me aside. I saw Jose hand my father some money, then be left. My dad grabbed me under the arm and dragged me to my feet, then marched me upstairs and threw me into my bed. It had never felt so soft and warm.

I fell briefly asleep, waking to find my father fastening a leather collar around my throat. It clicked closed and he snapped an attached chain around the bedpost before leaving. I fell asleep again quickly.

FIVE

I slept for ages. It was interupted twice: both times I woke to find men, men I'd never seen before, laying on top of me. Each of them thrust their cocks into my hole and fucked me energetically for several minutes before coming, then leaving.

They were like a daze to me, each of them. I was utterly under, and woke bleary eyed, insensible, feeling the weight of their bodies on mine, then the penetration and the hard rutting thrust. By the time I was half awake they were all but done, whereupon I simply fell back asleep.

It was late evening when my Dad came and woke me up. I was more rested then and realized for the first time that my throat was encircled by the collar. I didn't like it one bit: it made me feel choked, even though it wasn't that tight.

It was made of hard leather, closed together by a small lock. There were metal studs circling it and a ring underneath where the chain hung. The chain was locked onto the ring with a little padlock, and there was a handle on the end that my Dad now held in his hand.

-likewise, though I couldn't see them, my wrists were encircled by leather cuffs of some sort. I could feel their thick weight, and feel them against my wrists and the skin of my back, could feel the metal studs that hardened them.

"What is this shit?" I demanded tiredly, pulling uselessly at my wrists.

"Just shut up," he replied. "I'll tell you when you can talk. I bought a whole bunch of presents for you and I've got some gags that go with that collar and the wrist cuffs."

He was naked, so there wasn't much doubt in my mind about him continuing his perverted assaults on my body. He brought me downstairs where he showed me the vast array of things he'd bought with Mom's credit card. There were all manner of huge plastic and rubber dildos and vibrators, in all shapes and sizes. There were different kinds of bondage gear, as well as a light two foot cane, a thick leather belt with no buckle, and what looked like a cat o' nine tails, though I'd never seen one before.

There were other things who's use I didn't even want to speculate on. Next to them was a series of lingerie that no respectable woman would want to be caught dead in. I mean, shit, I like sexy lingerie, like black lace and string bikinis, but this stuff was really far out.

There were lots of different colors and types of crotchless panties, for example.-likewise there were bras with holes in the middle for the nipples to poke through, and other bras that weren't bras at all but merely leather and elasticized bands that encircled the breasts to crush them tight and thrust them up and out.

Next to them were what might euphemistically be called more "respectable" clothing. This consisted of see through tops, skin tight sheath dresses that came down to barely below the buttocks, jeans and pants so tight they'd need to be pulled on by a very strong person and worn by someone who didn't intend to breath very heavily.

I gave my Dad a disgusted look but he merely smirked.

"You can wear it." I snapped. He smirked even more, holding the leash tight and jerking it upwards so as to almost pull me off my feet.

'You're a hot little bitch, but I'll break you Allison," he grinned. "By the time I'm through you'll be the best ride in the state."

Then he shoved me downward onto my knees, so he stood tall in front of me, his cock partly erect. He gave my leash several quick tugs, then took my hair in his other hand.

"Now sweetheart, you're gonna suck me, an' suck me good. I'm gonna teach you how to swallow my meat to the hilt, an' you better be good or else it's the only meat you'll be getting today, an' my juice'll be the only thing you'll drink."

I glared angrily, but was hardly in a position to argue. Still, I refused to touch his cock. He jerked forward on my leash and hair and rubbed his prick over my face but I kept my mouth shut.

"Smart assed little cunt, ain't you?" he growled. "Your problem is you ain't had no discipline. You need your ass smacked to teach you a lesson."

He dragged me over to the table where he pulled out a chair and sat down. He dragged me up across his knee until my ass was staring up at him. His hand smacked down and he grabbed a handful of my ass cheeks, then squeezed it. "Nice meat." he said.

I knew what was coming, sort of. I mean, I hadn't been spanked in years and years, and was outraged at the thought, but still, I guess I really had no idea, I mean, I guess I didn't remember, or maybe didn't imagine that my ass would hurt so much, that when he brought the belt down on my twin cheeks the sudden CRACK of noise would presage the incredibly sharp stab of pain.

I screamed, partly in pain, partly in shock at the sudden piercing ache in my ass. The shock had just begun to subside when the belt slashed down again. Once more the noise, the CRACK of the belt smashing into my ass meat preceded the sharp burst of pain by an instant.

And again I screamed, cried out, first in anger and rage, then, the belt landed again and again, and yet again, in pain and misery and desperation. My ass burned with pain and each additional blow sent a sizzling shock of fresh agony up my spine to my frazzled brain.

I wriggled madly, shacking and twisting, trying desperately to escape his grasp, to avoid the continued whipping of my buttocks. My screams became gut wrenching sobs, wailing moans, then gradually subsided into continued weeping that was interupted only occasionaly by a cry of pain.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked. I didn't answer, being to busy crying.

"Answer me, you twat head. Do you want me to stop?"

"Ye.. . ye.. . yeeesssssssss!" I wept.

"Are you ready to be a good girl and do what you're told or do you want some more?" Again I just wept.

"Well?" He pulled at my hair. "Are you going to be good?"

"Y.. . y.. . ye.. . yee.. . yeeeessss!" I whimpered.

"Say it then. Say you'll be a good girl."

"I.. . I.. . I'll be a goo.. . good girl." I wept.

"And you'll suck me cock right down to the hilt?"

"And I.. . I'll su.. . suck you're co.. . cock to the hilt." I sniffled.

"Good girl." he stroked my head and back as thought I were a dog, then lifted me off him and set me on my knees on the floor. My ass throbbed with heat and though I could only touch the top of my buttocks with my fingers, I was sure the skin was dark red and very hot

He stood up in front of me again, straightening me on my knees by jerking up on the leash. His cock was, as I had known for a while now, hard, and pointed straight out from his body.

He took it in his right hand and pushed it down towards my mouth, then pulled back on my hair, forcing my head to tilt upwards. Then he inserted his cockhead between my lips, pushing it deep into my mouth with a sigh of relief.

"Now that," he said, "looks good. There's nothing makes a girl's face look better than havin' her lips wrapped around a cock."

With that he began to slowly pump his cock in my mouth, working it back and forth as though he were fucking my cunt. At first I did nothing, letting my mouth by a receptacle for his cock, a sort of replacement for his fist that he could use to jerk off with.

"Star sucking, slut." he ordered then, glaring at me and twisting his hand in my hair painfully.

I started to work on his cock, sucking on it and running my tongue all over the head, sliding it beneath and rasping it against the underside of his fat organ. He pumped slowly, telling me what he liked, making me concentrate on specific parts of his prick.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and made me suck his balls one by one, then pulled my head back and thrust his tool into my mouth once more. He started pumping faster then, and his cockhead banged against the back of my mouth, almost chocking me each time it threatened my throat.

"Now, Allison, you know what happens when you got a big piece of meat in your mouth?" he asked. I couldn't reply of course, and wasn't even sure what he meant.

"You swallow it," he said. "And what you got in your mouth is a big piece of meat."

I still didn't know what he meant.

"You're gonna learn to deep throat my cock, baby. I'm gonna push it right down your throat and you're gonna swallow it like it was the best tastin' food you ever had." What? What did he say?

He pulled on my hair, tilting my head even further back, then he thrust down, his cockhead jamming against the gag thingy at the back of my mouth, then forcing its way right on past. It rammed into my throat, its huge size momentarily halting it. Then, as he used more force, it slowly wedged its way into my throat tube, which was little wider than the cock.

He-grunted with the effort while I shook and gargled and choked and made horrified gagging sounds, fighting off the nausea that threatened to shoot up out of my belly. His cock slowly pushed forward into my throat, stretching my throat tube wide around it.

The feeling was indescribable. My throat ached fiercely, and the ache was getting worse the deeper his cock pushed. It was forcing my throat tube to swell out around it. My Dad kept pushing, ignoring my muffled complaints as he forced it still deeper into my throat.

Then my lips were flat against his crotch, his entire organ in my mouth and throat. From the length of his cock, and the length of my throat, I imagined the fat, knobby head of his prick to be right through my throat and down inside my chest. I was horrified.

I couldn't breath, not even a little, my throat was completely blocked by his mammoth organ. It was bloated out and stuffed tightly. Not only that but the big cock down my throat lay still, showing no signs of retreating. My Dad just kept it there, sighing in pleasure as he felt my tonsils around his meat.

I was still yowling and complaining but all that came out were little muffled grunts. You couldn't scream very well like this. I guess he had the same thought.

"Perfect position for a woman," he sighed, stroking my hair, "on her knees with her hands behind her back and her throat stuffed full o' cock meat. Not even your Mother could whine with a throat full o' cock." he snickered.

"You ever watch you're mom suck cock? No? Too bad. She's real good at it. Course I taught her most of what she knows. I taught her how to deep throat too. You'll learn the same way. Maybe you two can hold a contest later. Maybe ol' Jack can be the judge." he snickered.

I was suffocating and he was enjoying himself! I tried to pull loose but his hold on my was too firm. I felt my head throbbing as the lack of oxygen began to tell, and I began to feel light headed.

Finally, he slid his big tube of cock meat back up my throat and tugged the head out into my mouth. I could almost hear the pop as it pulled out of my throat like a cork from a bottle neck. Air gushed into my lungs as I gasped and choked and coughed, inhaling furiously.

"You're gonna have to learn to hold your breath longer if you're gonna be a good throat-fuck." he said.

Then he thrust forward. This time his cock head rammed right through and into my throat, plunging straight down until my lips were again planted against the base. My nose was mashed against his pubic bone and his curly cock hair scratched my nose and made me want to scratch.

He started pumping his cock then, using my throat like a cunt as he rodded his cock up and down it. He held one hand in my hair and the other around my throat as he worked his tool up and down my tube.

"Start sucking." he snapped.

Suck? How could I suck with his cock down mv throat?

"Work your tongue on it, slut." He slapped the side of my head. I worked my tongue as best I could, though my concentration was hampered by the lack of oxygen. My head started getting dizzy again, and then his cock pulled free and I was able to suck in air to clear my head.

Again he forced his cock down my throat and fucked me with it, running it in and out between my soft red lips.

"Whore." he gasped. "Fucking little whore! Ahh! Ahh!" He pumped harder, his cock rutting and churning in my throat. "Take it! Take it! Take my cock! Ungh! Ungh!"

His pumpings got harder, until he was practicaly smashing his pubic bone into my face with each thrust.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Oh yeah! Oh Yeah! Drink! Suck it! Ahh!"

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and held it in his hand in front of my face, squeezing it repeatedly.

Then a long thick wad of sperm shot out and hit me on the forehead. Another juicy long spurt splashed against my forehead, then another, against my cheek, then another against my lips, and another. I've never met a man before or since who spewed out so much sperm when he came.

My face was dripping in hot, wet, white cum, with little wads all over it before he was done, then he held me in place while he wiped his cock all across my face several times, then stuck it back in my mouth and made me lick it clean.

I licked and sucked, using my saliva to clean the cum off his shaft, sucking it down and swallowing it. His prong began to harden against my tongue and once more he began to pump it in and out between my lips. He tilted my head back and shoved it down my throat, rutting up and down, tearing up my throat with his savage plunging thrusts.

Then he pulled it out, gasping in excitement. He moved behind me, shoving me forward. With my arms bound behind me I fell onto my shoulders, my face against the carpet. He jerked my thighs apart, lifting my ass up and out. Then I felt his hard, cock, coated with my saliva, pushing against my cunt lips.

He slid the head into me, then thrust hard, burying the entire length of the thick organ inside my cuntal cavity. I let out a groan of shock at the sudden impalement, at my pussy being ripped open without any time to adjust.

My Dad was tremendously aroused and began to pump into me with hard, grinding thrusts. His Ion cock slid back and forth, using the entire length of my cunt tube. His cockhead smashed against the bottom of my cunt, then ripped upward to swell my cuntlips out even further than his shaft, then instantly speared back down into me to smash against my cervix once more.

My body was jarred and jerked under the tremendous impact of his heavy loins against my thighs and buttocks. He rocked me back and forth, his hands roughly squeezing and fondling my buttocks, sliding up and down my back to massage my sore muscles, then latching onto my shoulders where they were jerking on the floor and clasping his fingers like iron around them.

He held me in place as he smashed against my ass cheeks, crushing them against him in a furious, pistoning thrust. My knees scraped against the carpet as my body was hammered by his.

His fuck meat sliced back and forth between my pulpy soft pink cunt lips, pumping madly inside my lower belly. I felt the tension inside my cunt hole as it was repeatedly stabbed by his hard, thrusting member. My cervix was bruised and ached painfully under the continuous battering.

It was a brutal raping screw, in a humiliating position, my ass up and spread for him as he rode me like a dog.

Yet his cock sawing against my clitty was beginning to obscure everything else. The unbroken, non-stop rasping of his bulging, knobby, thick cockshaft, with its swollen veins and ridges against my tender, soft, and sensitive little bud of flesh, were setting my insides afire.

My cunt was drooling fuck milk and I could feel it dribbling down my thighs as his big fuck pole ripped in and out of me. My eyes crossed as my cheek rubbed against the carpet. My mouth went slack and I groaned in response to the rippling bursts of sexual fire that sizzled along my spine.

For some reason the sheer raw, carnal, bestiality of what we were doing was getting to me. I felt, I don't know, like, so wicked and depraved, even though it wasn't my idea. I pictured us, as though

I were watching from another room, imaging my nubile teenage body, ass up, legs spread, tangled blonde hair around my sweating face, and behind me, my Dad, the big naked guy with the long thick cock, the cock that was skewering me from behind.

The mental picture, and all it conveyed were adding to the salacious desire welling up within my body from the hard pumping Dad was giving my puss. I could hardly deny the pleasure coursing through me, and thus, my complicity in this sinful, incestuous act.

I groaned loudly, a sudden wave of sensuous heat flowing through me. My Dad continued to hammer his meaty prong into my crotch slit, churning my guts into a frothing pink soup that bubbled and boiled inside me.

My breathing was coming in heaving gasps as my mind whirled against the onslaught of sexual depravity and rippling luscious, sensory stimulus that was crackling like live electricity along every nerve and fiber of my body.

My father's hands slid off my shoulders, sliding under my chest to cup and mash my titties. He lifted me upwards, bending me back against him as he continued rutting into my cunt. He bent my back, shoving against the small of my back to force my chest out. Then his hands ran reverently over my thrusting titties, not squeezing at first, just gliding lightly, as though to appreciate the perfect symmetry and sensuous contours.

He closed his fingers then, digging his digits deep into the soft, fleshy tit meat as his rodding prick continued to thrust into my dripping hot box.

"Little whore!" he gasped. "You love it! Don't you?! Don't you?"

"Yes! YES! Oh! OH! OH! UNNNNGHHH! UNNGHHHH!"

"WWHH.. . WHOOOOORE!"

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH GOD! OH! OH! OH FUCK! FUCK!" I screamed, my body exploding in orgasmic fire, roasting, melting, being consumed by the cataclysmic heat wave that poured out from my flaming fuck pit. I shook and thrashed and jerked maniacaly, sharp blasts of climactic sex heat slashing across my body.

My Dad dropped my chest back to the floor and began to rut furiously into my spasming cunt hole. His prick rode in and out faster than I would have thought possible, a high speed turbo cock that was skewering my tender slit tunnel.

Then he came, his juice spewing into me, fire hosing up into my belly like boiling water from a high pressure hose. His cum gushed out, flooding my already sopping cunt chamber and splatting out around the sides of his rod as it plunged again and again through my cunt lips.

Cum and girl milk spurred out each time his meaty cock drove into me. I screamed, a long high pitched warbling wail of demented, depraved, ecstasy. My body plunged into violent convulsions, my senses swamped by the searing orgasmic stimulus.

My cum seemed to last forever, but finally, I sank down to my belly and lay still, save for my heaving chest. My father fell back onto his heels, also righting to regain his breath.

"Nice.. . nice fuck, Allison." he panted.

My cunt was sore as was my throat. I lay there panting and didn't answer.

* * *

He fucked me twice more than night. In between, he made me kneel on the floor in front of the recliner where he sat watching TV. He used me as his foot stool, propping his feet up on my back for an hour or more at a time. If I complained he slapped my ass or squeezed my tits hard.

I spent the night with my arms chained up to the top post of the headboard in my Mom's bed. my ankles and wrists both chained up there so only the small of my back was on the ma tress. My legs were spread wide above me and my cunt was open wide all right, ready for him each time he woke up.

The next morning, after kneeling in front of me. holding the headboard, and pumping his cock into my twat for long minutes, my father went to the bathroom and came back with scissors, a can of shaving cream and a razor, then he methodically snipped off my pubic hair.

With little more than stubble remaining, he sprayed shaving cream all over my crotch and carefully shaved it down so it was completely bald and baby smooth. Afterwards he snapped the leash around my collar and made me crawl across the floor to the bathroom.

There he washed me as though I was a dog, making me kneel on all fours in the bathtub as he used a shower massage to soak me, then soaped me up, then washed me off again. He ran the shower massage against my bare cunt for a long time, heating me up inside as his finger and thumb rubbed against my clitty.

When I came, he held my twat lips open and sprayed the water inside me, washing out the fuck milk. He was naked himself and climbed into the tub with me, turning me over onto my back. I spread my legs willingly and he settled between them, sliding his prick down my cunt chute until it was buried inside.

He began a slow, grinding fuck that soon had me whimpering and begging him to speed up. My legs bobbed and jerked in mid-air as he slowly worked his tool in and out of my hole.

Only after what seemed an eternity did he shoved my legs up onto his shoulders and began to really hammer me good. I came twice more before he sprayed his juice down into me.

After that, I made him breakfast, with my hands still bound together in front of me. I had to kneel beside his chair while he ate, and occasionally he fed me the odd morsel, enough to quench the worst of my hunger.

Then he brought me into the living room. There was a heavy crossbeam running across the center of the room, and he'd fixed a thick metal ring into it. There was a chain hanging from the ring, and a hook at the end of it. My Dad raised my hands high into the air, then actually lifted me a few inches off the floor and slipped the hook through the ring holding my leather wrist cuffs together.

Then he let the hook take my weight. My toes could almost touch the floor, but not quite. I hung there from the hook, swaying slightly. My dad moved back and looked at me and I knew, though I couldn't see myself, that I presented a highly erotic picture, my slender, nubile young body taut and stretched as it was.

"I'll be back in a while," he grinned. Then he went out.

I hung there.

My wrists didn't really hurt. I guess the leather cuffs were made with this kind of thing in mind. My arms started to hurt after a while though, and the ache spread down into my shoulders. I was aware still, of how erotic a picture I was, and became aroused because of it.

My arms were straight up behind my head, forcing my head to bow in a submissive manner, or perhaps in a manner of an exhausted prisoner. My body felt strangely weightless beneath me. All the weight was in my arms and shoulders.

I don't know how long a time passed while I hung there, hours I guess. At first I fantasized about various things, being a harem prisoner, or being a spy, the captive of some perverted foreign types. But gradually I fell into a semi-conscious state.

You wouldn't think it from the lack of effort required but hanging from your wrists takes a lot out of you after a while. My body was being drained of its energy and vitality minute by minute, hour by hour.

By the time my Dad returned I wasn't even able to notice he was there, even when he spoke to me. My body ached and my mind was in a moribund state. He had to shake me hard before I was able to open my eyes even to slits.

He pulled me down off the hook and carried me up the stairs, putting me on my parents bed again. My wrist cuffs were pulled apart and refastened to the chains attached to the corners of the headboard. I felt my legs pulled apart to, and they were soon encircled by similar cuffs, then chained to the bottom corners of the bed.

I was spread-eagled, but for some reason, a reason which I was too bleary and dazed to think about, I was on my belly. I felt my Dad's presence behind me on the bed, felt his weight pushing the mattress down between my legs.

Then I felt a pressure, the familiar pressure of his cockhead, but, and in my puzzled, confused mind I couldn't understand at first, the pressure wasn't against my cunt lips but against my asshole.

SIX

My eyes blinked rapidly, and as my confusion slowly subsided I began to understand what he was doing. I protested, my panting voice low, little more than whispers and moans. It would not, I think, have done any good even had I been able to scream at the top of my lungs.

I felt my asshole being pried open, the little round opening slowly penetrated by the head of my father's helmet. What was at first just discomfort, grew into an painful heat, then a sharp, stinging ache as his cockhead slowly pushed into me.

The cockhead slipped past my anal opening and lodged inside. I groaned and mumbled inaudibly, my body pulling almost instinctively against the bonds holding it in place. The chains were tight though, and I could barely move my arms or legs an inch.

His cock sank deeper into my rectum, and the pain that grew with its penetration cleared my head somewhat. That didn't help me of course. All it did was make me more aware of the thick, bloated feeling in my anus as my father's cock pushed further inside.

"Stop! Stop it!" I groaned.

"Not till you go it all, baby," he grunted. "I been watchin' that tight little ass of yours for too long. It needs a good cock up inside it.;

"Noooooooo!" I moaned.

"You can take it," he grunted, thrusting forward, forcing another couple of inches into my asshole. "You little bitches can all take tree logs back there if you have to. You were built for this!" He grunted again and thrust his hips forward, driving more prick meat into my anus.

"Fuck you're tight!" he panted. "What a tight little asshole!"

He pulled back a little, then humped forward, his cock-knob thrusting high inside me, ramming up deep into my guts, causing sharp cramping pains in my belly. Again he pulled back, sliding his thick meat halfway back down my ass tube.

Then he began a series of hard little pumping motions that made his cock piston inside me, working its way deeper and deeper into my guts.

"Oh God!" I gasped.

"Little Whore!" he panted.

"Jesus!"

"Slut! Fucking tight little cunt."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

"Take it! Take it you.. . you.. . UNgh!"

"AHHH!"

"OH YEAH!"

"UHHHHHHHH! OOOHHHHHHHHH!. "

"Now you got it, baby! It's in you to the balls!" Take it out!" I moaned, frightened. "Not until I ream out your asshole, you cheap slut!"

He lay flat on top of me, his loins against my ass and thighs. His cock was buried in my anus. He started to grind himself against me, twisting his cock, working it around inside me, pumping it in and out in short little humping movements.

He sort of rocked atop me, his cock pumping slowly. It felt very strange. I'd never been sodomized before, and was trying to absorb the sensations. His prick was way up inside my belly, higher even than it'd been inside my cunt. At least, it felt like it. I felt utterly impaled by it.

My legs were wide open and held there by the ankles, leaving my ass completely exposed to him, to do with as he willed. His cock was buried in my rectum, the knobby head somewhere up in my bowels it seemed.

He began to work it out with more authority now, using his hips more and increasing the length of his strokes. His thing felt really hard inside me, and my ass seemed like it had been cleaved, cut apart, the two sides both grinding against his thick penis as it moved back and forth.

The pain was starting to subside in my asshole, but' not the tightness or the bloated feeling. His cock was very thick and my asshole very small and tight, and its every movement made me grimace as he worked it in and out.

Then he rose up off me, at least, his chest did. He rose up on his arms above me, then began to thrust into my little round hole with much greater force. His hands came down right on my back, up near the shoulders, squashing me down into the mattress as he pumped his cock into my anus.

I grunted and gasped for breath, my tits mashed beneath me. His fuck wand was starting to really pound into my ass, plunging down and ripping back up in a ceaseless stroke that was getting faster by the second.

He pistoned his cock into me, then halted, then slowly, agonizingly slowly pulled his cock back down out of my hole until only the head was inside. He halted, then slammed his hips downward, stabbing his tool fully into my rectum and making me cry out.

Again he slowly pulled his cock back down my asshole, then once more thrust hard into me, burying his pole in my guts. Again he slowly, slowly pulled his cock back, then slammed it down again. Then he started pumping hard both ways, his cock a steady, pistoning tool that was, as he'd promised, reaming out my asshole.

A dozen hard strokes later he began the fast and slow bit again, cramming his meat into me, then easing it out slowly, then thrusting hard again. Sometimes he would just bury it inside me and lay still, his balls pressed tightly between my ass cheeks, his cockhead way up in the warm, soft grip of my belly.

Then he started pumping hard again, driving his cock in and out of my anus with single minded ferocity. His hands shifted downward on my back until they were just above my ass cheeks, shoving my belly downward and thus tilting my ass up and giving him a better angel.

He pounded his scepter down into my butt hole, his balls smashing against my soft cunt flesh as he rode my anus. His hard prick rodded down into me with relentless force and energy, numbing my ass muscles as it continued to churn in and out.

I remember laying there, pulling feebly with both arms and legs against the leather cuffs, and thinking, that this must be what he meant about reaming my asshole, the numbed, kind of empty feeling back there where his cock was moving.

He came inside me, his thrusting becoming furious in its speed and savage force. I could feel his seed splashing down into my rectum. There was a lot of it and he was giving me an enema. Still, his prong continued to pump into me. It started to soften, but then halted and grew hard again.

The brutal ass fucking continued, his purpley, steel hard cock spiking my rectum. Again he came, shooting more fuck milk down into my hole, and still he kept pumping. His cock stayed hard and he pumped for a long time now, his dick moving easily inside my anus.

With a final groan of pleasure and relief, he came inside me, his juice pouring down my anal tunnel and puddling somewhere deep inside me. At last he slowed his pumping, his cock softening in my rectum. His prick slowed further, softening, and he finally pulled it out and lay it up between my ass cheeks.

"Nice. You got a nice tight little asshole there, Ali. I bet everyone's gonna love it." he sighed.

Even my rather had his limits, it seemed, and after cumming three times in my asshole he had reached his. That didn't mean that he would end his debauchery for the day, however.

He sat on the couch and I sat sideways on his lap, leaning back against the side of the couch. He stroked my body, fondling it, enjoying its silky smoothness and the softness of my gentle curves.

His fingers rubbed against my cunt, jerking me off, grinding down between my pussy lips and across my clitty. I began to twist my ass on his lap, whimpering and sighing and moaning as heat rushed upwards into my dazed mind.

His fingers worked hard at my pussy, and I arched my back, my legs kicking wide as I humped up at them. I grunted and moaned, my body trembling with the release of orgasmic energy. I bucked my ass upward, trying to jam my pussy on his fingers, but for now he kept them just inside my slit, working over my clitty.

My body settled down, but his fingers rubbed insistently at my pussy, continuing to slide back and forth across my clitty. He worked me into another state of high fever sexual excitement. It took longer, but the heat was greater than the first, pulsing through my body like a live thing. . But then he stopped. At first I thought it was to change tactics, maybe stuff his fingers into my tunnel, or even better, stick his cock into me. But when I opened my eyes he was just sitting there doing nothing. And now that I had some control of my faculties I could tell his cock was not hard

I tried to grind my ass down on his thighs and bring myself off but it was no use. The heat slowly, slowly left me, though I continued to tremble and quiver with the need.

His hand returned to my crotch, rubbing at my pussy, fingers sliding into my tube, fucking in and out. I mewled in pleasure, bucking up at his fingers again. My body ignited like dry brush and was soon at fever pitch.

I lay back, my legs spread, my ass bouncing up and down against his fingers, whimpering with pleasure as I climbed higher and higher towards a climactic peak.

Then he stopped again. I let out a cry of sorrow and despair, trying to pull my hands free, trying to roll off him, maybe to fuck myself on the corner of a table or something. He wouldn't let me go, holding me there in his lap as my ardors slowly, slowly seeped out of me.

He brought me upstairs then, but to my surprise, did not put me on the bed. In my parents room, he undipped my hands, then reclipped them in front of me. He raised them and pushed them back behind my head against the wall that he shoved me against.

There was a hook of some sort there and he clipped the cuffs around it so I was standing there against the wall, looking up at him sorrowfully and squeezing my thighs together.

He grinned down at me, then his right hand slid between my thighs and began to finger my dripping pussy. I spread my legs and humped out at him, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back against the wall.

Then his hand pulled free and he left the room. I looked after him and whimpered again, my cunt screaming for release, burning with desire. My breathing was coming in ragged gasps as my body, charged with sexual electricity, tried to find a way to burn it off.

I slapped my ass repeatedly against the wall, and raised my right foot, rubbing my thighs together. It didn't work. I couldn't do it. My cunt steamed and sizzled, but slowly subsided into a buzzing uncomfortable throbbing.

It was probably less than an hour later when he returned, and he wasn't alone. I wouldn't have minded if he'd brought a guy back with him. Hell, I probably would have been happy. But to my surprise his companion was a woman.

She was sleek and sexy, tall and sloe eyed, with dark silky hair and a tawny, tanned body. She was wearing a tight, low cut dress that revealed much of her sleek body. I blinked in confusion as she stared at me.

She and ray dad walked over to stand in front of me, both of them staring down with unfathomable expressions. My Dad's hand slipped in between my thighs again, squeezing my cunt. I let out a hiss and arched my back, pushing my cunt down into his palm.

He laughed, rubbing me for a few seconds as I practically purred with pleasure. Then he pulled back. I fell against the wall with a sob, utterly mortified at my behavior, at my position in front of this sophisticated looking woman.

The woman reached out a hand to me but my father caught her wrist. "Later." he said. "First comes the man course, then desert."

He led her to the bed and they sat on the edge side by side, their arms going around each other. I saw my father's hand slide under her skirt and move upwards to her groin, then saw its outline as it rubbed against her.

I nearly salivated with jealousy. My eyes were riveted on her crotch as his hand moved on it. Then she slipped the straps over her shoulders and let the top of the dress down. She stood up and the whole thing fell to the floor.

She was wearing a G-string beneath, which she quickly dropped and stepped out of. My Dad had stood up too and quickly stripped off his t-shirt and jeans. Then they got onto the bed, my dad positioning her on her hands and knees and kneeling behind her.

She spread her golden legs and he lifted his hard erection, pushing the head against her furry quim. Then he thrust hard. She grunted in surprise and I moaned softly, knowing the feeling of that big prick jamming into my own cunt and desperately wanting it now.

I squeezed my thighs tightly together, whining enviously as I watched Dad's cock plunge in and out of the woman's fuck hole. I could see from how it glistened that her fuck tunnel must be dripping wet. She shoved her ass back against him, doubling the force of his driving strokes.

Her breasts jiggled and bounced beneath her as my dad hammered his prong into her twat. Both of them were making little grunting noises, though hers were louder. Again, I recalled the shock my Dad's cock made inside my pussy when he fucked it real hard into me and it smashed against the bottom of my cunt box.

My tangled hair clung to my face as I watched them. I was sweating copiously, my skin gleaming as my chest heaved and my legs rubbed together. I swallowed repeatedly but couldn't clear my throat. My eyes were locked unblinkingly on the joining of their bodies, on my Dad's shaft as it pumped into her.

She started crying out, her cries coinciding with his frenzied fucking thrusts. Her entire body was being jerked and pounded as my Dad drove his tool into her. His hips slammed hard into her buttocks, the sound of their indicate telling me that she would have bruises when he was done.

She was a slim woman, though tall, and my Dad's big hands completely encircled her tiny waist. He jerked her back against him, shaking her like she was a rag doll, actually pulling her knees off the mattress several times as he hauled her torso back against his thrusting member.

The woman's head thrashed from side to side, then as he jerked her back hard, her hands came off the mattress and she dropped to her face and shoulders on the bed. Her eyes were glazed, but then they opened and looked at me, partly in wonder, partly in stunned delight.

Our eyes met, clung to each other as my Dad thrust into her again and again, then her eyes glazed over again and she grunted like in a familiar way, the way I did when I was cumming. I hated her, wanting that cum desperately, knowing how good she must be feeling, jealous that she was getting my father's cock up her slit instead of me.

Then my father began to really hammer himself into her, his body pounding into her crotch with total abandon, the violence making her body shake like a leaf in a storm. He held her against him then, the weakened, overawed woman barely conscious, only his hands around her waist keeping her from slumping onto her belly on the bed.

Then he let go and she sagged down, groaning piteously. My Dad sank back onto his heels, panting heavily. After a few seconds one of her hands slowly slid down between her legs and cupped her pussy as she moaned.

My Dad recovered first, as usual. He got out of bed and padded across to the door.

"Want a beer, Liz?" he asked. She didn't answer and he shrugged and went out. Liz lay there for several minutes, then she rolled over and sat up, sitting back against the headboard. Her legs were open and she looked down as though to see whether he'd broken something. She rubbed her pussy, then turned and looked at me.

Again our eyes met, then she broke contact, her eyes sliding downward onto my body, examining my breasts and belly and hips and thighs, and the dark slit between my legs, clearly visible because I had no pussy hair.

I was embarrassed again, but couldn't do anything about it. She kept staring and I was too inhibited to say anything. My Dad came back and sat down on the edge of the bed, drinking the beer from the bottle. He looked at me too, then turned to look at Liz.

"Ready for desert?" He grinned. That made me feel good, except I didn't know what she had to do with it, and besides, his cock was clearly soft. I couldn't suck it like this either. Liz nodded, her tongue sliding across her lower lip. It was then I realized, or at least, suspected what he meant.

I'd never really given any thought to women before, or girls. I'd never had any lesbian urges, and for the most part, thought it was disgusting. I started to worry a little as he stood up and held his hand over to her. She took it and he helped her out of bed.

The two of them stood in front of me, watching. I felt nervous and couldn't meet their eyes. Dad took another suck on the bottle, then held it out to Liz. She took it from him and then sucked on it herself, swallowing quickly.

Dad took it back and he took a drink, then held it out to my mouth. I started to open it but instead he pulled it back and poured a trickle down onto my face. He shifted his hand, letting the bubbling stream of beer splash down on my tits instead.

It was cold and I shivered as it splashed onto my round titties and then trickled down my belly and between my legs. It slid right down my bald slit as though the little cleft were a channel built for runoff.

He tilted the beer back again and then brought it up to his mouth, swallowing again as he watched me. Then he reached down with his other hand, sliding it between my legs, rubbing it up and down against my puffy slit.

I caught my breath at the shock inside my body. His hand slid up under my crotch, rubbing in and out between my thighs. Then he straightened a finger and thrust it up into my cunt. I gave a low cry, my legs flying apart and my ass slapping back against the wall.

Dad pumped his finger in and out several times, rubbing it against my clitty. Then he stopped, pulling his hand back. He turned to look at Liz, who was staring at my cunt in fascination. He gave a chuckle, then reached over and took her left hand in his right.

He pulled her unresisting hand down to my crotch, then laid it flat against my groin, pressing her fingers up into my cunt from beneath, mashing the palm of her hand against my pubic bone. I whimpered and trembled, closing my eyes in shame.

Dad rubbed Liz's hand over my fuck mound, his big hand over her small one. Then he stood back, letting go. Her hand continued to move on its own. She moved in closer, her hand moving faster. She straightened a finger and slowly eased it up into my furnace.

I gasped, my hips bucking forward. I heard her sigh but didn't open my eyes. Then her mouth was on my swollen left breast, her teeth biting hard, her tongue slurping. She sucked hard, using her teeth to draw in a big chunk of my tit meat.

My body began to shake violently as she pumped now two fingers into my slit, thumbing my clitty as she finger fucked me. She slid down my body, her tongue leaving a hot trail where the beer had left a cold one.

Then her hands were at my thighs, forcing them wide as her face pushed into my groin. She jammed her face into me, her tongue stabbing up into my drooling fuck slit. She used her forearms to hold my thighs apart as her hands grabbed my cunt lips and tore them open.

Her lips pushed against the pink skin, then moved up, reached my clit. My entire body was shaking as she slowly eased her lips over my clit and sucked it into her mouth. Then she closed her teeth on the delicate little thing and whipped her tongue furiously back and forth as she bit down hard.

I screamed in agony and explosive ecstasy. My legs whipped out and aside as my back arched and I was racked by violent convulsions. My head smashed back repeatedly against the wall as my cunt poured fiery fuck honey down into her mouth.

Firestorms of sexual exultation tore through me. My entire body was enveloped in a prolonged orgasmic maelstrom. Wave after blinding wave of joy and rapture washed through me. Blast after blast of lightning ripped upward into my cunt, making my legs jerk apart repeatedly, and sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling along my nerve endings.

I was delirious, stunned senseless by the sheer force of the fireworks going off in my cunt and belly. Air puffed out of my mouth as my lungs burned. I sought to retain some grip on the world, to keep from totally losing control of myself, but couldn't.

A hurricane of howling sexual desire whirled through my system. My eyes closed and I slumped against the wall, shaking and trembling, my head twisting and bobbing, my feet and legs twitching and spasming as muscles locked and unlocked.

Slowly, very slowly the whirlwinds subsided and I was left there, dazed, gasping for breath, covered in sweat, looking out at my Dad snickering as he sat on the bed and watched. I looked down to see, as I could still feel, Liz's tongue lapping eagerly at my crotch.

I shuddered, my body burned out by the force of the orgasmic release. I would have liked nothing better at that moment than to climb into bed and fall asleep. Liz though, obviously had other ideas.

She continued to kneel between my legs, her tongue lapping at my soaking pussy flesh. Her hands crept up and began squeezing my buttocks as her tongue probed deeply into my cunt tunnel. I let out a low sigh as a kind of soft contentment moved through me.

Her tongue felt so nice down there, not electrifying or even sexual really, more like the soft lapping of warm waters, along with a pleasant seeping serenity.

Then my Dad stepped forward and unhooked my arms from the wall, pulling me away from Liz and tossing me on the bed. Liz sat on my arms, which were above my head, then she inched her pussy forward and squatted over my face.

SEVEN

I looked up into her dark, furry cunt with a kind of calm anticipation, even as it dropped lower and her crotch covered my face. Then her ass cheeks came down on me and squashed against me as she sat on my head. Her cunt ground wetly over my face until she raised herself up a little.

"Nice beaver pie for you, Allison," my Dad laughed. "Give it a good lickin' and see if it keeps tickin'. "

"Mmmmmm, it'll explode." Liz said.

I pushed my tongue upwards against her slit, tasting her fuck milk as my tongue delved into her slit. I let it trickle down my tongue and into my mouth, then swallowed it inquisitively. It really tasted quite good. I pushed my tongue along her slit, sliding it between her tight cunt lips as I worked upward towards her clitty.

I felt my Dad pulling my legs wide apart and felt his weight between them. I was anticipating his cock inside me, but was surprised when instead, some kind of dildo, a dildo covered in what I thought were little bumps or lumps was pushed inside me.

It felt very odd as it pushed deeper into my belly. It was rough against my silky flesh, and even thicker than my Dad's cock, yet it was soft, that is, it did not have the harsh strength of the plastic dildos, my cunt walls pressed down on it and it yielded, at least to a degree.

Liz lifted her ass a little, repositioning herself. She turned around so she was facing the head of the bed and I was looking up her belly. Before she settled her knees around my head I looked down at my Dad and was surprised to see him fucking me. His cock looked very strange though.

Then I realized that he must be wearing some kind of thing over his cock. He was using his own cock but had put on a kind of super thick, bumpy condom type device. I remembered seeing the hollow thing among his other sex toys then.

Liz's crotch came down on my face then and blotted out everything else. She knelt on the bed, her thighs on either side of my head, her crotch directly above me as she eased it down onto my waiting tongue. I stabbed upward, sliding my tongue against her clitty again.

She let out a low groan and sigh of pleasure, her hands coming down onto the top of my head to hold her balance as she rubbed her cunt up and down against my mouth. I caught her clitty between my lips and sucked on it briefly before her body humped and jerked the thing out of my mouth.

Between my legs, my Dad was fucking me with smooth, steady strokes, the ridged, bumpy thing he was wearing scratching roughly over my cunt flesh. It felt very strange inside my box, but was doing wonders to my clitty. The little bumps kept rattling over the thing with jarring impact.

Dad lifted my legs and shoved them way back against my chest, in fact, my ankles were pushed so far back they were pressed against Liz's hips. Dad fucked down harder then, his rubber encased cock plunging deep into my seeping twat hole with each stroke.

My clitty was buzzing and burning and driving me into a sexual frenzy. My tongue was whipping against Liz's clitty like a buzz saw and she was grunting and moaning and riding my face like a horse, leaning forward and grinding her crotch down on me.

"Ohhh! OHhhh! Suck me! Oh baby! Oh! Oh! Oh suck me baby!" Liz moaned.

I could have done a better job if I could have gotten my hands up against her cunt but she was still kneeling on my arms, pinning them to the bed above my head. Still, my tongue was moving faster than I would have thought possible as it buzzed along her clit and slit.

My body was starting to tremble as my Dad hammered his cock down into me. The thought occurred to me that he couldn't be getting much stimulation with that thing over his cock, and thus could keep fucking me forever. That sent me over the edge and I came, my body writhing helplessly under the orgasmic onslaught.

Still, my tongue continued to whip across Liz's clitty, and the rest of my body could do little, pinned down as it was by the other two. My Dad's cock continued to pound into my frothing, spasming pussy slit, ignoring my cum as he drove the thing with savage thrusts.

Then he pulled out and repositioned the bumpy cock sheath against my asshole. I moaned weakly as I felt it pushing my asshole inward, then felt the thing forcing its way into me. I could feel each individual line of bumps passing through as the thing drove down into my asshole.

My asshole was snatched taut by the thickness of the thing, and I felt a sharp ache back there. But my head was separated from my body in a way. My body was back there, on the other side of Liz's body. My head was the only part of me I could do anything with. So I used it to stab my nose into Liz's cunt, to slide my tongue against her clit and to grind my jaw up into her asshole.

I tried to get ahold of her clitty with my lips and for once she held her rocking body still long enough for me to get not only my lips but my teeth over it. I sucked hard as I ground my teeth from side to side, then she jerked it loose, crying out in pleasure.

She mashed her crotch down over me, rubbing herself back and forth over me as she came. Her cunt slit ground against my nose and mouth as she humped furiously, groaning and whining in heated pleasure.

My Dad had buried that thick, long cock of his in my asshole by now and was running it in and out with the same steady long stroke he'd used on my pussy. I knew that he'd change that soon, though, that when he had my asshole worked loose, when my sphincter muscle had relaxed, he'd be pounding the thing into my rectum with all the speed and force he could.

Liz kept ahold of my ankles as Dad shifted his hands onto my tits, mashing and squeezing and twisting the soft fleshy mammaries as he worked himself up and down my ass tunnel. Liz bent my legs even further back, still slowly grinding her crotch against my face, but in the warm afterglow of her orgasm, she had slowed her movements.

She gave a mighty sigh and slid her cunt over my mouth again, where my tongue could dip inside and scoop out her fuck honey.

Then my Dad pulled his thick, rubber encased prong out of my hot asshole and pulled my legs down. Liz shifted aside as Dad sat up against the headboard, pulling me back against him.

He had me squat over his lap, my back to him, then slowly pulled me down onto his knobby, rubber coated cock. There was a brief moment of resistance as my asshole came down onto it, then it pushed inward, forcing my anus open as my body slowly moved down it.

I groaned and clenched my teeth as each line of bumps passed into my ass once again. I'd never had something like that inside me of course, and though it had felt good against my clitty, I didn't like it up my anus.

Then my Dad slid both his hands on my belly. I was slowly lowering myself on the cock, and was about half way down. He jerked down and back with his hands, forcing me down hard, impaling my asshole on the fuck tool. I gave a yelp of pain as it pushed deep into my guts, but he held my belly and kept me against him, despite my squirming and whining.

Liz had gotten out of bed and was over in a comer. Then she returned. I wasn't even looking at her, too busy worrying about the thing up my asshole and the cramps and aching pains that were shooting through my asshole and guts.

My dad slid his left arm completely around my belly, hugging me against his chest, his right hand slid under me, going under my thighs and pulling upward. Liz was kneeling on the bed now and as she moved forward I saw that she held a truly gigantic rubber cock in her hand.

Now I know I'd taken my Dad's big cock, even up my asshole, but there was just no fucking way I was going to be able to get that thing inside me. It looked to be about twenty inches long!

My Dad pulled up on my right leg while Liz gripped my left and shoved it back. Both of them lifted my legs high and back to either side of my body.

My wrists, still locked together, were up above me and behind my Dad's head. My crotch was spread wide open in front of Liz and I felt a moment of shame at that knowledge, especially since she had such a close view of my asshole which was impaled on my Dad's cock.

Then she pushed the rubber cock she held into my cunt. It was very tight there, because the rubber prick was thick and my crotch flesh was already tightly stretched by the cock up my asshole and my legs being forced so wide and so far back.

But she got the head into me as I groaned and whimpered and tried looked down at my crotch. I couldn't actually see my own asshole, but I could see part of my Dad's rubber encased cock sticking out of it, and I could see the thick black thing Liz was pushing into my bald, puffy little slit.

She moved forward more, pressing her right shoulder against my left leg to hold it back. That freed up .her other hand and she used both on the dildo, working it in and out and thrusting it hard to work it deeper into my belly.

I'd never been so filled with anything before. My entire abdomen felt like it must bulge out at the two thick hard sex tools up inside me. I had terrible cramps and the skin between my asshole and cunt felt like it was getting ready to rip open, leaving me with just one big hole down there.

Liz pushed the dildo deep into my cunt, but even as the head struck the back wall of my fuck box, I saw that more than half of it was still outside me. Then, to my surprise, she moved back a little, shirting her right hand back to my leg to hold it up.

With her left hand, she guided the other end of the dildo against her own furry cunt opening. I could see now that there was another knob on the other end, like a cockhead. She fitted it into her cunt and slowly wriggled forward on it, her knees spreading wider and her crotch getting closer to my own.

Then my Dad started to hump up into me, sliding the his prick back and forth in short little strokes. Liz had both hands on my legs now, as she began to hump against me. The dildo inside me slid in and out, though with a strangely uneven, jolting grind.

That was because it was riding in and out of her own cunt as well, though she was apparently either tighter than me or clamping down on her pussy muscles so the thing would slide more in my cunt than in hers. She pushed her cunt down onto the thing so that her crotch and mine mashed tightly together.

Our clitties touched, sending a hot blast of erotic lust through my body. My guts were burning and churning and twisting with the two thick rubber cocks pumping in and out. I thought that despite what medical science says, I must be hollow inside for the two of them to be rutting so easily inside me.

My Dad's hands were both underneath me now, lifting and lowering me as he humped into my asshole. Liz leaned forward and her lips pressed against mine, not hard and demanding as my father's were but soft, hot, passionate. My lips joined hers eagerly and our tongues lashed against each other.

She was groaning and sighing, her breath hot and heavy as our lips slid over each other's faces.

Her crotch kept grind against mine. Rather than pumping me with the cock, she kept the thing buried in both our twats and mashed her cunt lips against my own.

The sensation was wondrous, especially with my Dad's cock thrusting up into my rectum with greater and greater speed. I came, screaming and yowling, my head thrashing from side to side and my teeth grating against each other.

Liz started pounding her hips against me, the cock lurching and jerking in and out as she bit and nipped on my cheeks and throat and ears. My Dad was jerking me violently up and down, the thick bumpy rubber around his cock tearing up my asshole.

I yelled out, astonished cries of joy each time my ass dropped down and his thick rubber cock buried itself in my guts. Liz leaned forward more, mashing the double dildo deep into my guts with painful pressure. Her hands grabbed my thick hair and tore at it as she locked her lips against mine.

Her tongue rammed into my mouth, threatening to shoot right down my throat as she sucked the breath right out of my lungs. She ground her hips, rubbing them from side to side, twisting the dildo inside my gut.

I was cumming furiously, my body jerking and spasming and shaking as they fucked me. I was insensible with orgasmic pleasure. I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head, a slight intrusion amongst the other screaming sensory messages blasting into my mind.

My head was forced way, way back, I guess by my Dad's hand pulling my hair. I was grunting and groaning and whining and making a lot of noise, not that I really knew it at the time. Anyway, there was suddenly something in my mouth, something hard.

My Dad had picked up another double dildo, a long flexible twenty inch black rubber cock and had pushed it into my mouth. I sucked on it automatically, either because it was a cock and I was sex mad or because I had reverted to some kind of infant regression type thing and thought of it as a kind of teething ring.

I don't know. All I remember is sucking on it as my body came apart around me. Then it pushed down harder, jamming against the back of my mouth. With my head pulled way back like that the thing had a clear, straight passage between my open lips and my throat and my Dad knew it.

He thrust it down and the thing shot into my throat, pushing deep, deep down my throat tube, going even further inside me than my Dad's cock had. I coughed and choked but continued to lick and chew on the thing as inch after inch moved past my lips.

I could feel it way down inside my chest, almost down into my belly. When I felt the side of my Dad's fist against my lips I realized that I had swallowed almost the entire twenty inches. I realize now that this isn't such an impossible thing. I mean, sword swallowers do that all the time. It's a simple trick as long as you keep your head back.

At the time though it leant such an incredible erotic sensuous carnal excitement to what was already a furious, pounding animal debauchery that it flung me off into another mind numbing, explosive climax.

My body was throbbing with excitement, my pulse pounding, my heart racing, my blood gushing through my veins. With the long dildo down my throat though, I couldn't breath, and my father seemed to have forgotten that.

In fact, he'd let go of the thing. His hands were under my ass bouncing me up and down again as he worked my rectal sheath over his rubberized cock. A couple of inches of the dildo stuck out between my lips and I kept chewing furiously on it, but my eyes were quickly glazing over and my mind blanking out.

I guess they remembered eventually or I wouldn't be writing this. I woke up alone in bed, bruised and exhausted but happy.

Liz had apparently moved into the house. At least, she was there all the time now. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing. She treated me well, sort of. Actually, she treated me as a kind of little toy doll, and played with me like I was one.

She liked to fuck me with dildos and suck my tits. She would also pull me down at any moment and make me suck her off. My jaw and tongue were soon sore and aching from all the cunt licking I had to do.

She decided I was too pale, from lack of sunlight, so she and Dad took me out back by the pool. They didn't give me a bathing suit of course. I hadn't worn any clothing for several days anyway. They lay me down on the grass while my Dad pounded four stakes into the lawn.

Then my cuffs, on both wrists and ankles were tied to the stakes. Liz carefully oiled up my body, paying particular attention to my bald little cunt mound. In fact, she oiled it inside and out and brought me to two orgasms before standing up and going back into the house.

I was left there staring up into the sun, my body weary and hot as the sun beat down on me. She was nice enough to come out later though and put a pair of sunglasses over my eyes and let me sip some water from a straw.

Then she went back in and left me alone. I was there for another hour or so before she came out again--. She undid my cuffs from the stakes, being very careful as she did that one was always tied at all times and that she had firm control of me.

Not that I was considering violent action by then. My mind had kind of jellied into a soft, accepting sexual stupor. She refastened me so I was staked out on my belly, then oiled up my back. Again she carefully worked her ringers into my cunt slit and jerked me off to an explosive cum.

I was grinding my hips into the grass and whining like a baby as she ground her fingers into my cunt. She kept at it, perhaps encouraged by my enthusiastic reception. With my pussy covered in oil, in and out, and her hand-likewise coated, she had no trouble working three, then four fingers deep into my slit.

She thrust hard, twisting them inside me, stretching my fuck hole wide as she pumped her hand. Then I felt her slow her pumping. She slid her fingers back into me very, very slowly and my cunt ached as it was forced even wider.

I groaned, my bleary eyes first clenching tightly, then opening wide as my cunt was pulled wide open. Her entire hand wriggled and twisted and worked its way into my cunny. I felt the heel of her hand slowly, and agonizingly push past my taut, tight cunt lips.

Then the lips closed slightly around her wrist. I whined and gasped, my head reeling. My hips ground against the grass harder as her hand pushed deeper inside me. Her fingertips reached upward into my fuck pit, scratching against my cervix.

I moaned, drool sliding out of my slack mouth. Then she started bending her fingers, one by one pulling them back against her palm and working her hand into a fist, a thick, hard, fat fist up inside me. It bulged my cunt tube out like a coconut in a nylon stocking.

I was amazed, that part of my mind that was still functioning by then, that my cunt tube didn't rip apart. It didn't though and she slowly began to push her hand even deeper into my belly. Her wrist passed into me, then her forearm began to slide past my lips, forcing them wider with each inch.

My oily fuck tunnel was incredibly tight around her arm as she slowly worked it in and out. She was twisting it slowly in circles as she knelt there behind me, jerking it back and forth in strokes that were less than an inch in length.

She managed to work her arm in halfway to the elbow, but still continued the forward movement. Easing back an inch, then jamming forward, easing back, then shoving forward. I sobbed and shook, my whole insides turning over.

Finally I felt the knuckles of her fist touch bottom, hit the very end of my fuck box and grind against my cervix. I was panting and gasping for breath, my body a mass of burning fibres.

She began to twist that awful fist inside me, a half turn to the right, then back, then a half turn to the left. Then she started to pump it in and out. If I hadn't been tied down she could have practically lifted me up. off the ground. My cunt was that tight around her arm.

She had it in me two thirds of the way to her elbow now and her face looked down in fascinated pleasure, entranced, it seemed, by the sight of her arm disappearing into my bald little slit. The excitement of that sight seemed to possess her and she began working her fist harder, pumping her arm faster.

She punched forward and tore her arm back, slamming it into the very it of my stomach from the inside. Despite the bonds holding me down I was jerking and thrashing and shaking like a mad thing, partly due to the way her arm was jerking and pulling me and partly because I was going out of my mind with blast waves of high intensity fuck energy.

My body was rippling and spasming and shaking, my head lashing from side to side, my teeth gnashing against the grass. My eyes rolled back in my head as the final eruption of climactic cunt spasms knocked me into oblivion.

I wasn't out long. Liz was still there when I came to, though my cunt felt empty, vacant. She was spreading more oil over my back and shoulders.

Then she kissed the top of my head, got up, and went back into the house.

I guess I fell asleep then, though I might just have been in a dazed half conscious state. What brought me back were voices, one of them my Dad's.

"See?" he said.

"Wow." another voice replied.

"Something else, ain't it?"

"Yeah, sure is. Real nice," the other guy said.

"Want some?"

"Really?"

"Sure, go ahead and help yourself."

"Shit! Thanks man!"

"Just don't be long. We got a game going later."

"Right. This won't take long at all."

I suppose I should have at least raised my head to look around but I was so exhausted that I didn't bother. I didn't even open my eyes until I hear the sound of him right next to me. Then hands slid onto my ass cheeks, sliding almost reverently over my gleaming well oiled flesh.

I raised my head wearily, but he climbed on top of me, his body laying down on top of mine like I was some kind of mattress. He wasn't a heavy man, whoever he was. I turned my head to one side and caught a glimpse of blonde hair, but could only see his ear and a little of one cheek from this angle.

He was naked and his cock was really hard. I felt it against my soft ass cheeks as he rubbed it against me. Then he pushed the head against my anus. I groaned as his cockhead pushed into me: my asshole was still sore from the reaming it had gotten earlier from my Dad.

Still it pulled aside as he excitedly wormed his erection down into me. Men, I have come to learn, seldom get the opportunity to fuck a girl up the asshole, especially one with such a great ass like mine. Yet they have a great eagerness to do so.

When they get an asshole laid out on a silver platter, like mine was, they get pretty aroused. This guy was a prime example. He was grunting and panting and working his cock into me with all his strength and energy, obviously wanting nothing more in the world at that point than to stuff every last inch of his cock into my rectum.

And he did it. He got the thing lodged inside my anus and kept pushing and jerking until the head was way up inside me and his balls were pressed against my flesh. Then he lay there for a while just glorying in the delight of my asshole sucking and squeezing around his dick.

He started pumping into my rectum, having a hard time of it because I was so tight. Luckily some of the oil on my ass had gotten into my rectum and more had gotten on his cock as he'd rubbed it against me. He managed to work it around in my ass and was soon pumping freely.

His cock was sliding back and forth in my ass with hard fast strokes as he grunted and moaned and cursed under his breath. I lay my head back down and groaned tiredly.

Then he came off inside me, dropping his load of cum down into my asshole. He lay there for another minute, then pulled his softening prick out of my behind, grabbed up his bathing suit and disappeared into the house.

EIGHT

His name, I later learned, was Sam, and he moved into the house too, along with a couple of my Dad's other friends. They had a great time in the house, and made free use of my body whenever they wanted to, which was often.

I was getting fucked and sodomized a dozen times a day, that was when Liz wasn't eating me out or vice versa. The place was one big party, with me sort of like one of the desert spreads. Dad never introduced me as his daughter, and I wasn't doing a lot of talking by then.

He never let me be untied though, telling everyone that I liked it that way. His friends loved it, feeling free to use and abuse me at will.

One time he put me on the edge of a table, my ass right up over the side and my legs pulled back, my knees tied to the table beside my body. My wrists were pulled above my head and tied in place and then a box was put over me, that is, it was put over my head, my cunt and asshole and tits were free for them to use whenever they chose to.

When they were busy at something, like watching a game on TV or playing poker, Dad would tie me much more tightly, sometimes to the pillar in the hall, sometimes spread-eagled on a bed, sometimes hanging from my wrists or ankles.

He didn't always use the leather cuffs.

One time he just wrapped a long rope around my chest, pinning my arms to my side and sliding loop after loop after loop around my chest and belly until you could hardly see anything of me above the hips except for my nipples poking between ropes.

Another time he used a two rope he had in his truck, that was a really thick rough hemp thing that scratched my skin like sandpaper everywhere it touched. He did a real art job of it, probably to impress his friends who were watching.

First he slid a loop around my belly, then he brought it up my back then down across the top of my right breast and beneath my left, then quickly up behind me and down across my other shoulder over my left breast and under my right, then back around me and down under my right and over my left until my tits were squeezed tight by ropes against all sides and kind of puffed out like mushrooms, the skin taut and tight over the meat.

With my tits caught in what felt like a vice and being scratched and scraped by the rough rope, he pulled my wrists way up high behind my back, almost as high as my neck, then wound a loop through the cuffs already holding them together and slid it around my throat. That made me keep my hands painfully high or choke myself.

He brought the rope straight down my belly then and between my thighs, then pulled it up between my ass cheeks and gave it a hard, savage jerk, forcing the rough thick rope up into my cunt, mashing the soft lips aside as it dug into my pussy meat.

The rope was then looped around my throat again and I was forced down onto my belly on the floor. My legs were pulled up behind me and tied together with the last bit of rope, again nearly choking me.

He left me like that for four hours.

It was probably the longest four hours of my life. Hanging from the wrists was easy compared to that. The hemp was awful against my skin, especially as it was pulled so tightly. I was sweating as well and

HI that made things twice as bad. As far as my cunt was concerned, well, after only an hour that rope between my cunt lips felt like a burning hot razor.

My skin was so irritated and scraped by the rope that there were lines on me for two days.

Fortunately, when he got back he brought with him more professional material. He'd gone to some kind of sex store, maybe the one he'd gotten the other toys at, and brought back chains and actual manacles, you know those thick heavy iron things, and quickly fitted them around me.

The manacles clinked tight around my wrists and ankles, and there was a heavy metal collar that locked around my throat too. They all had rings at their sides and he slid the chains through them, heavy chains too. The chain ran from both sides of my collar to my wrist cuffs, then led from there down the sides of my legs to my ankles.

There was also a kind of metal belt that went around my hips and the chains could be locked there at several places on the belt, at the front, pinning my wrists together in front of me, or together in back of me, or separately to either side of me at my hips.

It was hard to move in the things, for one thing they were heavy. There was never much slack between my hands and I usually had to keep one pressed against my belly if I was going to raise the other even a foot out from there.

There was a separate chain that ran between my ankle manacles. That one could be undone so they could spread my legs, then relocked when they didn't want to worry about me running off somewhere. It made it very hard to walk: I had to shuffle wherever I went.

Once he'd gotten the chains he kept them on pretty much all the time. He and his friends had some more women over within a day or so and pud less attention to me. My Dad turned me into a son or servant, of maybe slave is a better description I was kept busy mopping and-weeping and dusting and making food for him and the others.

Whenever anyone wanted to they'd give me and shove over a table or chair, or push me down to my knees and stuff their cocks into me, either into my cunt or my asshole. They used me roughly for a couple of minutes then went hack tit what they'd been doing.

I slept when I could; which wasn't often, and seldom for long stretches at a time. Two days before my Mom and Stepdad were supposed to return I was in my bed, trying to get a little rest from all the hard work I'd been doing.

I was asleep when hands woke me. I turned with a start, looking up into the face of a stranger. He was a huge man, much bigger than my father or any of his other friends. I was a little frightened of him at first. But then I realized that all he wanted was to fuck me.

I smiled silkily, letting my legs drop open as he dropped his pants and knelt between them. I glanced down and smiled with satisfaction at the size of his big prick. He'd give me a good fuck, I thought. I just hoped he'd do it hard and long.

He pushed his cock into my warm slit, then lunged forward and drove it deep into my belly. I let out a whoof of shock as my cunt went from empty to full in an instant, then his body was on mine and I was reaching up above him, my cuffed hands going around behind his head as he began to pump into my fuck tunnel.

I drew my knees up and back, spreading them wide a she humped down into me. I let my head fall back, sighing in pleasure as his root began to pummel my crotch tunnel. His prong rode down into me with hard, deep strokes, ramming into me with the energy I'd come to expect.

I drew my legs back further, trying to put them up onto his shoulders, but he knocked them aside, instead pulling back, kneeling between my legs.

He pulled me up as he knelt there sitting back on his heels. My knees slid around him as I straddled his body, my fiery hot cunt slapping down over his prick. I gave a little grunt as I slid down its length to the hilt, then threw my locked hands around his head and clung there, whimpering against the powerful sexual heat burning into my belly.

He gripped my ass cheeks in his big hairy hands, his fingers squeezing and kneading my silky soft buttocks as he jammed me down onto his tool. He held my ass like I was a babe, jerking me up and down, his cock slamming upwards into my belly with terrible force.

My knees hugged tightly around him and I humped myself, adding my own muscles to his as my ass rose and fell and my cunt slid up and down on his throbbing pole. It felt incredible as I let myself be impaled again and again, loving, reveling in the feel of his prong as it moved up within me.

I let out a groan of delight, closing my eyes as I pressed my breasts into his chest. His clutching hands tore at my ass flesh and I grunted and gasped, arching my back, raising myself higher. His lips closed around my right nipple and sucked it in like a voracious vacuum cleaner.

I came, jerking and twisting and writhing against him, my ass grinding against his thighs as I rutted furiously. His cock was pounding into my fuck hole as my body bounced deliriously atop him. His face nibbed and mashed itself against my tits, the thin stubble of hair on his cheeks like sandpaper again my silky flesh.

My nipples burned and throbbed. My cunt pouted our tuck milk like hut lava, and still his cock thrust up into my belly again and again. I whimpered, my head lolling weakly from side to side. His hand were like steel on my ass, continuing to lift and drop me onto his impaling prong.

"Oh.. . Oh Jeeeessuuuuussss!" I gasped.

In response he humped upward, driving his rock hard cockhead high into my belly. I cried out in shock, then began trembling as my body was blasted with another powerful orgasmic wave. His cock thumped up into my belly with hard, deliberate strokes, jarring and shaking me, churning up my belly.

I clutched him harder, closing my knees against him, trying to draw his body into my hot, sucking loins, wanting him even deeper inside me. I bounced up and down with terrible speed, my ass slamming down onto him, my cunt sliding downward along his cock like it was a greased pole, which of course it was.

My clitty was buzzing and sparkling like a live electrical wire, sending rippling fiery desire burning into the deepest core of my being. My fuck hole was burning with excited lust, inflaming my entire body.

I grunted each time I fell, each time the hard cockhead rammed up into my belly, an endless, animalish sound of bestial ecstasy

My tits mashed against his face, and his teeth kept nipping and chewing and nibbling at them, biting here, there, seemingly at random, wherever his mouth could reach. My nipples were painfully hard, and sizzled every time they scratched across his stubbly face.

Each time he slid his lips around them and sucked stars filled my head, and when he bit down I screamed, my body bouncing and bucking on his hard spike. I rode his cock as he thrust up into me. grinding and jerking on it like he was a horse and that was his saddle horn.

I don'r know whar had become of me, perhaps the continued sexual turmoil had turned me into some kind of sexual animal. Maybe the hard continued raping of my cunt and mouth and asshole, the repeated orgasms, had somehow changed my body's sensory perceptions, enhanced them to a pure sexual state where every stimulus resulted in cataclysmic ecstasy.

My mind, and the natural reluctance society had bred in me, the resistance to this type of raw sexual coupling, had seemingly entirely disappeared. All the rules and dictates of society, the need for being very selective, of only granting ones favors rarely and after careful coaxing, had been utterly forgotten.

I would couple with anyone and everyone at this point, eagerly spreading my legs for anyone or, probably even, anything that wanted to make use of my hot fuck chamber or sizzling little clit. I had become, in a few short days, a pure sexual animal, a lecherous, wanton creature that existed only for the pleasure of the flesh.

I reveled in my bondage, rejoiced in the way my father and his friends used me, acting the slut, the whore, the mindless, fuck hole for their enjoyment. I was no longer even speaking in complete sentences, saving my speech for orgasmic cries of glee and passion.

My cunt was so super sensitive that as he came inside me, as his sperm jetted up into my belly, I felt each individual wad, each drop as it hit the top of my cunt, then felt it dribbling down along the sides of my fuck tunnel. I gloried in it, pulling hard on his head to squeeze my tits against his face.

I continued to ride up and down on his cock, my sucking hot fuck tunnel using the full length of his prong as I ground myself slowly into him. I hung over his shoulder, my hair trailing down on his back as I panted and gasped in pleasure.

I don't know whether he thought of it on his own or whether one of his buddies suggested it. Anyway, I know he was running out of money since he'd been using my Mom's credit card pretty heavily. Anyway, he could've sold some of the stuff around the house, but the only stuff that would bring money were things like the microwave, TVs and VCRs that he and his buddies were using.

On the other hand he had something else he could sell, me. I don't know which of the guys who fucked me that day was the first. I thought at the beginning that they were just more of his buddies. He kept me up in my room alone, while sending guys up to me.

I got fucked by a lot of guys, but it wasn't until one muttered about getting his money's worth and said something about, worth the price that I became suspicious that he was selling me.

I thought about it though and decided that it didn't really matter. Actually, the guys who paid to fuck me treated me better than Dad and his friends. By now they were treating me as little better than an animal, slapping me when I wasn't doing right, cursing me, using me in whatever way they wanted, as roughly as they wanted, usually without even talking to me.

I remember a guy called Mark, one of Dad's friends, who, for no good reason, hung me from my wrists, then took his belt to my ass and back. I guess it turned him on. There are guys who like to hurt women, especially pretty ones.

Anyway, he really whipped my ass cheeks and back, then for the hell of it moved around in front of me and started slashing his belt against my breasts. I screamed so hard that it actually brought my Dad up to investigate.

He got angry with the guy, though not for hurting me. He just didn't want my body marked up by welts and bruises. People wouldn't pay as much for bruised merchandise. So Mark had to be content with stuffing his cock up my asshole as I hung there.

After he'd cum, my Dad took his place and rammed his own cock up into my asshole. Apparently the sight of my bruised body had turned him on so much that he had to relieve himself right there and now.

That night I was taken down into the living room and made the center of attention once more. I was a little nervous but nobody hit me or anything. They'd had an idea and I was the only girl who would let them try it out. Not that they asked my permission of course.

Dad and another of the bigger guys grabbed me by the ankles and lifted me off the floor, hanging me upside down with my legs wide apart. Then Dad, who was standing right in front of me, pushed his cock down into my cunt while the other guy, who was behind me, forced his dick into my asshole.

Each held an ankle and locked their cocks deep inside me, then a guy lay on his back underneath me. My head was right over him and he pulled my hair, forcing my head way back so my face was pointed right at the floor.. . and his cock.

My Dad and the other guy lowered me a little and my mouth slid down over his prick. My Dad spread his legs wide and another guy knelt in front of him, grabbing my breasts with both hands and pushing his cock between them. Then my arms were pulled wide and a cock fitted into each palm.

Then they all started to fuck me.

It was mind blowing, all those cocks pumping into me or onto me at the same time. There was cock everywhere. The world was full of hard, knobby prick meat. My body was jerked and twisted and squeezed and pinched as their cocks fought for possession of me.

Cum gushed into me and onto me. The guy fucking my tits came, gushing sperm onto my chest. Another guy stepped in and took his place. A guy came in each of my hands and a fresh, hard cock took the place of the other two. My father and the other guy shot their loads into my belly and two more stepped up. The guy under me shot his jism up into my mouth and slid out, then another guy slid right in.

I don't know what they were trying to accomplish except maybe to drive me insane. I came again and again and again, the shaking and shuddering tearing me apart, wearing me down to nothing but an exhausted husk barely capable of movement.

I acted purely on instinct, having no brain left to act with. I drifted through a strange misty existence where only fucking and sex had any existence. Not a single thought crossed my mind. I was lucky I was still capable of remembering to breath.

Not that that was easy with guys stuffing their pricks down my throat. But I managed. I couldn't tell you how long it went on. Sometimes there were other guys there trying to stuff their cocks into my armpits or rub jerk off in my hair. One time a guy took my foot and rubbed it against his cock until he came.

There wasn't much left of me by the time they ended their gang bang. I don't even remember when they ended it. It wasn't that I was necessarily unconscious, more like my brain had just stopped processing information.

The next day started-early. A steady stream of men came into my room and used me, taking me in every type of position, sometimes two or three at once. I lost count of how many, not that I was trying to keep count. I was too busy enjoying myself.

The multiple orgasms were exhausting me, but the desperate desire for more and more cock drove me on. After hours of nearly continuous hard fuckin, my muscles were leaden, my cunt and asshole both sore, my jaw tired, my tongue raw and swollen.

Still they came, ramming their big cocks into my puffy bald cunt, thrusting deep into my asshole, driving their prongs far down my throat, bending me, squashing me, positioning me, pulling and prodding me like a rag doll. More cum gushed into holes already flooded with it.

All day long they crammed their hard pricks into my soft, slender young body, bringing themselves to orgasmic release and spitting out their seeds. I was barely conscious by the time it finally ended.

Still, I can remember the conversation that took place right afterwards. First my father came in with Liz and they both looked down at me. I can't remember all of what they were saying, only bits and pieces.

Liz was saying something about the Caribbean and how they'd never get me there. My dad was arguing about how much money they could get for my pussy down there.

"Those darkies'll pay a fortune for a smooth little blonde pussy like hers." he said.

"You'll get us busted if you try and rake her through customs." Liz argued. "Better to sell her off here. There's enough pimps that will pay good money for her."

"You always look at the short term, Liz." he said. "In the long term she's worth a lot more than I can get by selling her."

"We ain't got forever. Anyway, there's plenty of pussys you can get down there. They got a big tourist industry."

"Ahh, but she's a natural." he said, sitting next to me on the bed and running his hand through my hair.

"She's a mindless little fuck hole. You won't have trouble finding more. Besides, you're ex will raise bloody hell when she gets back and finds her gone, especially when she gets a look at her credit card receipts."

"Fuck her."

"I called Lyle. He's gonna come over and take a look."

"Well.. . okay. If you're sure." My Dad sighed. "I think I'll take a last little dip then."

With that he spread my legs out and shoved his cock into me, humping and grunting for long minutes before his cock shot out a hot white load of sperm that slid down into my womb. Then he climbed off and disappeared.

A couple of minutes later he was back with another man. My father held a fistful of money and was counting it out as the man watched.

"Five thousand one hundred and fifty! That's from one day, man!"

"Yeah, well, lookit her. She couldn't live long doin' that much business every day." the other man said.

"So cut it in half, that's still twenty five hundred at least. That's a pile of money."

"I dunno. I still don't think she's worth the price."

"Lookit man, she's a natural, and she's well trained. She'll do anything you ask. Shit, she'll fuckin' bark like a dog if you tell her too."

"Why'nt you keep her then?"

"It ain't my business, and I want to get out of town, go south to the islands maybe."

"Your ex finds out you been pimping your daughter you better be far away." the other guy snickered.

"So you can take her. Bring her up to New York or Washington. You'll make back the money in a less than two weeks."

There was a brief silence.

"Okay." the other man said. "Sold."

He gave my father some more money and my Dad grinned and left. The other man, a tall, nasty looking guy with a scarred face, looked down at me. I looked back, my eyes mere slits. He turned and called out to someone and two other men came in.

"You buy her?" one asked.

"Yeah. Get her down to the car. We're gonna ship her to Washington. Those government boys will love a hot assed little slut like this."

"You got it boss." One of them said. The scarred man went out and the other two came and lifted me off the bed.

"I seen a lot of things man," one of them said to the other, "but it takes some kinda asshole to sell his own daughter."

"Shit. I seen that a lot of times." the other said. "You been in this business as long as I has, you see guys sellin' their daughters, sisters, even mothers."

"You say so." the other replied, dubiously.

"Anyway, lets get this whore down to the car. We get to Washington early enough we can tear off a piece o' her ourselves before she goes on the market."

"Sounds good. Sounds good." the other laughed.

They carried me downstairs and out the door, throwing me naked into the trunk of their car. I wasn't concerned, in a way, I was even happy. I knew that wherever they were taking me, there'd be a lot of cocks for my hungry pussy, and that was all I cared about any more.

I fell asleep, sighing in anticipation.

THE END
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