Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Golden Girl - Chapter Three of School Girls by Juliet Merri Beth left school at the usual time. She did not stop until she reached the mail box. Always the first one home, Beth tried made it a point to check the mail everyday. Some would have thought that she did it so her father wouldn't have to. He was a busy man, being principal of the local elementary school. It wasn't kindness on Beth's part though, it was pure fear. The day she got the photo's she almost wet herself, standing at the edge of her driveway. She can remember what it felt like. Panic setting in like a cold hand around her heart. She couldn't breathe and felt the edges of her vision going black. She could hear someone crying. To her own amazement, it was her own voice. She had sat down next to the mail box, afraid she was going to fall down. If she had done that, someone may have found her. Or worse found the pictures. The pictures, twelve in all detailed a recent web cam session she had with DomDad. Beth had been alone that day and he had talked her into her first golden experience. What had been so much fun that day showed on her face while she squatted over the bowl. She had been doing things for him on her web cam for months prior to this and had in her innocence thought because it wasn't a camera, there would be no evidence. She hadn't thought far enough to realize all you had to do was hit "print screen" and paste the image into any image software. She didn't know this but DomDad did. DomDad - his online name - had hundreds of pictures of Beth doing various things for him on her web cam. He savored them all. It chronicled her going from an sweet girl into a golden whore. Just what he wanted. When she actually squatted that day for him, he had decided what he was going to do with her. He would use her to make a lot of money on a porn site. No one would know she was under eighteen, and who cared these days anyway? She was luscious to look at. He loved degrading her. Nothing was better than making that icy princess cry while he stroked his cock. His plans for her came to fruition the day he mailed those pics. He had actually driven down from Oregon to find her, to watch her. He had followed her for three days. She wasn't even aware of it. He knew where her school was, her home. Where she and her father worked. He also figured out more that his precious princess wasn't aware of. Her own father had a serious hard on for her. DomDad had crept around their house during his foray into stalking and caught her own father masturbating while sniffing Beth's dirty panties. He loved it. His plans for her now included her father. It had taken months to gain her complete trust. When he had it, that's when he closed the trap. She was totally his creature now and always would be. Nothing would get in the way of his plans to take her back with him once she did turn eighteen. What a birthday that would make. She would be his forever. A whore that would be the star of his web site, the slave in his bed and the breeder of his children. She was perfect. Just a few more things for her to do and her will would be completely broken forever. He at first planned to grab her and rape her repeatedly one weekend. But after seeing her father's little act, he knew that her very first fucking should be his for the taking. He figured it would not be hard to get him to do it. He would train, humiliate and blackmail Beth into seducing her own father. Maybe even wind up with a belly full of his child. It was intoxicating to think about. That's when he sent the first round of pics. Beth had already lowered a lot of her inhibitions. Pissing in a bowl and drinking it while in front of the web cam was a milestone. She was so close but he still needed more. More power, absolute power. His cock grew so hard when he thought of her phone call after she found the pics in the mail box. She had been hysterical. Screaming about the possibility it might have been her father who found it. DomDad had calmly told her to shut the fuck up or he would make sure her father got the next round. It took about five minutes for the sobbing and hiccuping to stop but she did. She begged DomDad not to send the pics anymore. She would do as he told her. "I know you will, my little baby", his voice was soft he was in a wonderful mood. "Anything, I promise", she kept saying it over and over. "What do you want me to do?" "Everything I say of course", he replied. "Anything. First thing is you will always call me Daddy." "Yes, Daddy", she said it. She found herself becoming a bit calmer and a tingle, ever so slight filled her cunt when she said it. She thought to herself "What is wrong with me?" "I want you to tell me you love me more than anything, that you worship me", he wanted it all. Her complete and utter surrender to his will. He would stop at nothing until she couldn't even tie her own shoes without asking his permission. He would control her mind, body and soul. "I love you, Daddy. I worship you", the words tumbled out. In time they would become second nature. When she was on her knees before him and he was nothing less than her God. "Such a good baby girl", he said. He wished he were there. He'd reward her by letting her lick his feet. Maybe rim him. That would feel so good, that sweet pink tongue licking his ass. He wanted that, too. She was like a buffet to a starving man. He couldn't stop thinking of all the things he'd make her do. That in the end, she'd love to do anything he wanted. Things had progressed as he wanted. She was doing so much for him now. He sent her the URL of her web site. Pictures of her sucking a dildo were on the front page and he was charging a lot of money for access. He had promised her that he would pay her a whore's wage. 10% of whatever was left after costs. So far she had $25,000 in her bank account. She thought she would use it to go to college. That he would be done with her, soon. It had been almost a year now. Certainly he would be bored of her. But he wasn't. As she neared her eighteenth birthday and graduation from High School, he told her that her first real cock would be her father's. Beth was so shocked she couldn't speak. DomDad had sent her a better web cam, one that could capture her whole bedroom on screen. With her cable connection, he was able to access and record her room twenty four hours a day. He loved watching her sleep, getting dressed. She had no privacy from him DomDad planned on making her first fucking a huge part of the web site. No one would know the man was her father but the three of them. "You will get him to fuck you, my darling", he had said it so smoothly. "After all, he deserves to be your first real fuck, doesn't he?" "Yes, Daddy. He deserves it. Anything you want, Daddy", she was almost automatic in her reply. He could tell she was in deep shock. He wouldn't force the issue, yet. Give her time to gather her thoughts, let his wishes gel in her mind. It took all his will not to drive down there and take her now. He'd have to wait though. Her magic birthday wasn't for a few more months. "Take off your clothes, precious and spread your legs for me. I want to see", his words were soft but always laced with the threat of exposure. She did everything he wanted, spreading her legs wide, feet on either side of the chair legs. He loved watching her like this. Exposed, raw and vulnerable. "I want clothes pins on your nipples today. Put them on, let me see, kitten," his directions were plain. He wanted her in pain. He wanted her to cry. He would stroke his cock while he watched her place the pins on her nipples. As they started to whiten, her face redden and she would squirm. He would make her pinch them for him. Pinch them harder on her nipples until the tears started. Her back would ache from the stress. She wouldn't dare close her legs, either. He'd punish her further if she didn't do it. Putting the pins on she sat for him in front of the cam. It's glass eye raking her like a cold gaze. His voice coming through the speakers, telling her what to do. Pinching the clips harder, wiping the tears from her face. Telling him how much she loved him, loved being his whore. She knew these pics would wind up online tonight and hundreds of men would stroke their cocks looking at them. Maybe even go fuck their wives and girlfriends with her image in their minds. She knew it and part of her loved it. Part of her hated it because she was a whore, now. Existing to please DomDad, please his customers, please everyone but herself. "Pinch harder, princess. Twist them, please. Daddy wants to cum. You want Daddy to feel good, don't you?" His voice was getting raspy. She knew he was so close. Something inside of her felt warm, like melted sugar. She hated the fact that even in such dire pain, squirming on the chair, naked, nipples on fire, her body loved it. Some part of her loved this. Craved it. She twisted her own nipples so roughly he was surprised. His cock felt like steel in his hand then released, spasms of pleasure making it all slippery with cum. She was a perfect cunt, the thought. "Such a good girl, take the pins off", he knew this would bring a cry. Maybe a scream almost as she bent over, clutching each nipple in her hand. The pain was priceless and brought her back to her place in life. To suffer anything he wanted. The throbbing would last hours. Maybe even bruise her nipples. He was so pleased. "Tonight I want you to wake your father. Stay in your bed, cry out for him. Wear nothing but panties and a T-shirt. Tell him you had a nightmare and can't sleep", his instructions were clear. "Yes, Daddy", she replied, holding her nipples and crying. She would do anything he wanted.