Author: Sadistic Daddy
Title: It Started With Daddy
Part: Chapter 1
Summary: At 9 she is taught to be daddy's little whore in private, while mommy is out. When mommy comes home early and catches them mommy tosses 'daddy' out.
Keywords: Mg,nc, bd, sm, oral, humil



        It Started With Daddy


          Chapter 1, Beginnings



I was nine when daddy started touching me. He wasn't my real dad but I
grew up calling him daddy because he lived with us.

 

It felt both good and bad. It made me feel special but it made me feel
dirty to have him touching me. He would rub my nipples that had just
started sticking out a little and make them all hard. He'd touch me
between my legs. It made me get wet there.

 

At first it was just a time or two then he lost his job and was home all
the time while mom was at work. It started being every day after school.

 

I didn't tell mommy because he said she would be mad at me. He said it
was my fault for being so sexy. He said I made him do it but I don't
think I did.

 

He started making me kiss him. First it was on the mouth and he would
put his tongue in mine. I didn't like it because he always had bad
breath from beer. Then he made me kiss his thing. His cock. He liked me
to call it that. He liked to hear me talk dirty.

 

I would come home from school and he'd be waiting. He'd be watching a
dirty movie on the VCR and his cock would already be hard. He made me
take off my blouse and sit on his lap. He would rub his thing, cock,
against me between my legs. On my cunt. I had to keep my skirt on for
this and hold it up so he could watch.

 

Then he would make me get on my knees. I had to hold up my skirt with
one hand and play with my cunt with my other hand. He wouldn't let me
not do it. I had to do it and he could tell if I was not really touching
myself the way he wanted me to. If I didn't moan and get wet he knew.

 

Then he would stick his hard cock in my face. He called me names. He had
started calling me his princess when he did these things but as time
went by he started calling me dirty names. The dirty names made it
easier to rub myself the way he wanted, somehow.

 

Daddy called me a dirty little slut. A dirty little whore. He said other
names too. Some of them I knew and some just sounded too dirty to remember.

 

He would slap my cheeks with his cock. I would start crying and he made
me keep rubbing even as I was crying. When I was crying good enough he
would push his thing into my mouth and make me suck and lick it. At
first he would choke me with it real easy, but he kept doing it every
day after school. I started learning how to relax my throat. That worked
until he was close to shooting his sticky stuff. His cum. He would then
start ramming it in and out holding my hair to hold my head in place as
he shoved his cock deep and fast and hard. I always choked then. And
daddy always came.

 

Sometimes he made me swallow it. Sometimes he would pull his cock out
and finish shooting on my face. His cum mixing with my tears.

 

Then daddy started tying me up. He would put this thing that vibrated
inside my panties, making it fit against my cunt and turn it on. Then he
would tie my hands behind me and use my mouth like that.

 

The thing felt even better than fingers but I was scared. With my hands
tied if daddy didn't let me breathe I might bite his cock when I choked.
I was afraid to do that. I'd seen him hit mommy lots of times. He would
slap her and punch her. I didn't want to be beat up like that.

 

He would start hurting me while I was tied up, too. He would pinch my
little nipples. Hard. It made me cry a lot. He must have liked that
because it made him shoot even easier. He would grab my hair and force
his cock in deep and hard while I cried and choked.

 

One time he did this he didn't pull out and I even passed out as his cum
was shooting down my throat. I woke up and daddy had my panties off and
was licking my cunt. It felt good and dirty at the same time. I knew
something was going to happen. He kept doing it even when I couldn't
stop pushing my cunt against his mouth. I felt an explosion all over my
body. A good one. I guess it was my first orgasm.

 

I was still shaking all over when daddy knelt over me and rubbed his
cock against my very sensitive cunt lips. He ran the length of it over
them rubbing against my little button. He was hard again. I was still
tied up. He sucked and bit at my little nipples while he did this. The
pain of his biting mixed with the good feelings of his cock rubbing my
button. I kept moaning and crying and pushing up against him.

 

Daddy's cum shot out and landed on my tummy. He'd never cum twice with
me before. It felt special and as he pushed his cock against my button
one more time I felt the explosion happening again.

 

Daddy untied me and sent me to my room to clean up and get dressed again
as mom would be home soon. I found myself rubbing his cum all over my
belly and down over my cunt. It felt dirty but feeling dirty meant
feeling good.

 

Things with daddy stopped when mommy came home early one time. I was
tied up as I always was at the end. Daddy had me on my knees and his
cock was in my mouth. It was the first time he'd tied me up different.
He'd put a rope around my belly and then tied another one down and
pulled it up in back, forcing it to dig into my cunt through my panties.
I sort of liked that because the rope rubbed against my button.

 

When mom came in daddy was pinching my nipples hard while shoving his
cock down into my throat. I was crying around his cock. I was also
wiggling my hips against the rope in my cunt. It helped to make the pain
in my nipples feel good.

 

Mommy saw us like that. She screamed at him. Told him to get out, to
leave and never come back. He pulled out of my mouth and started to
argue with her. Mommy picked up the phone and hit two buttons. She had
her finger positioned to hit the phone again when daddy stared at her.
He grabbed his coat, zipped up his pants and was out the door. I never
saw him again.

 

Mommy hung up the phone and locked the door behind him. She just stared
at me for a long time. She didn't try to let me go right away. She
didn't say anything right away. She just stared at me. I felt dirty,
like I had caused her to be mad somehow. It didn't make sense because it
was daddy doing things but I still felt like it was my fault.

 

She did get scissors and cut the ropes. She told me to get to my room. I
went there and cried.

 

Not much happened after that for awhile. Mommy did start drinking. I'd
never really seen her drinking before this, but now as soon as she got
home she would pour herself a glass of whiskey with water and ice.
Sometimes she wouldn't even make dinner.

 

She didn't talk a lot about what happened. Sometimes she would sit at
the kitchen table and cry. If she saw me she would stare at me like she
wanted to say mean things to me, but I always left and went to my room
when she was like that.

 

My grades were falling in school and mommy was called in to talk to my
teachers. They suggested that she get a computer so I could to programs
after school. Mommy bought one of the old ones from where she worked and
I did some of the programs. Mommy also got Internet access and hooked
the computer up to it. She would drink when she got home, going over
different parts of the Internet. A lot of websites and places to talk to
other people.

 

Mommy continued to drink while she did this. Sometimes I'd see her
touching her breasts or between her legs when she was talking to other
people on line. One time she saw me looking. She yelled at me. She
screamed, really. Telling me that it was my fault that she had to settle
for this. She started crying and threw her empty glass at me. It missed,
hitting and shattering against the wall. I hid in my room until morning.

 

I started to avoid mom after she got home after that. I still had to use
the bathroom though and that meant passing within sight of the computer.
With me hiding mommy started to undress in the living room where the
computer was, rubbing and touching herself.

 

I was doing that, too, but only in my room or when mommy couldn't see
me. I guess I sort of missed what daddy did to me. I started imagining
being tied up and being called names while I touched. I would pinch my
own nipples hard like daddy used to do. I had lots of explosions that way.

 

One afternoon when mommy was still at work I finished my school programs
on the computer. I looked at some of the software mommy had installed. I
found pictures and word files that she had saved. The pictures were
always of people having sex of one kind or another. A lot of the
pictures were of young looking girls tied up and being hurt or touched.
The stories were like that, too.

 

I couldn't get on the Internet without mommy's password so I couldn't go
there but her chat program had a listing of rooms or channels that she
had been to, I guess. A lot of them had sex in the title.

 

Some time after that mommy came home with clothes for me. I needed some
new clothes because I was outgrowing mine. My breasts were starting to
show but I didn't have a bra. I was afraid to ask for one.

 

Mommy made me try on the clothes for her, then she pulled out a camera.
She took pictures of me in a new bikini she had bought for me. It was a
little small and I felt embarrassed because the back part kept riding up
in between my butt cheeks. She had me turn my back to her and bend over
to touch my toes. She told me not to pull the material out as I
straightened back up and she took a picture that way. The bikini also
had high-cut sides that showed off all of my legs.

 

She had me put on a skirt which was short, but she had me roll up the
waist band making it even shorter. I had to wear this with a blouse and
there was one that was white and kind of see-thru. I'd been wearing old
undershirts to school under tops that were kind of see-thru, but mommy
didn't let me put one on. She took pictures of me standing in these with
my shirt partially unbuttoned, then tied up high on my chest. She got
pictures of me with the short skirt sitting with my legs up on the couch
so that it was nearly up to my panties.

 

Mommy took the camera and film with her and went back out that night. A
few days later when she came home she had a film developing envelope. It
was open and inside were the pictures of me and a photo CD.

 

That night I was almost asleep when the phone rang. I got up to use the
bathroom and had to pass the doorway to the living room. I glanced in.
Mommy was talking on the phone, one hand between her legs. She was
talking to someone while she rubbed down there. I heard her say my name
and thought for a second she was calling me, but she was talking about me.

 

She talked to whoever was on the phone about me telling them that I'd
made her life horrible. That I was the reason daddy had to leave. About
how much she wanted to make me pay for that.