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portrayed in the story, nor do any characters or events resemble any real
persons living or dead.  It is strictly a work of fiction.

   The Reward By honeychil`



   Stumbling into the kitchen of the gracious home she shared with her
father, her hands fisted and rubbing her eyes as she weaved her way across
the cold flagstone floor, Cassandra Yeager arrived at the cabinet, braced
her hands against the edge of the counter with her head bowed, and thanked
all that was holy for the half-pot of coffee sitting on the burner of the
coffeemaker pushed back into the corner of the countertop.  Her
copper-colored hair, braided into two long, rumpled pigtails, hung down her
back like fraying ropes as she blinked repeatedly, trying to focus her eyes
enough to see to pour the fragrant liquid into the mug she had lifted down
from the cupboard.  She reached behind her, scratching the curve of one
butt-cheek, the thin knit fabric of her tight camisole revealing the tips
of her pert breasts.  Adding two heaping spoonfuls of sugar to the cup and
pouring in a generous amount of powdered creamer, she stirred and lifted
the mug to her soft lips, sipping gingerly.

   "Good morning, little girl," a deep voice rumbled behind her, startling
her, making her jump with guilt.  "Since when do you drink coffee in the
mornings?  Obviously long enough to know how you like it."

   "Uh, hi, Daddy," Cassie blushed as she quickly turned, cursing under her
breath as the hot liquid sloshed onto her hand.  She reached out to hand
the cup to the dark-haired man sitting at the table, who merely moved one
corner of the newspaper he had been reading to glance at his own cup then
back at her.  Scowling in consternation, she moved toward the sink and
tilted the cup to pour the coffee down the drain.

   "You may as well drink it, since you've made such a mess of it I
couldn't get it past my gums," Robert Yeager chuckled.  He laid the
newspaper aside and turned to Cassie, motioning her to sit down across from
him at the table.  "I see you're all grown up now, in more ways than one."
Even as he smiled into her aquamarine eyes, his own brown gaze drifted more
than once to the curves accentuated by her camisole and the hardening
nipples that threatened to pop through the material.  "I have to admit,
you've come through your year of training like a champ, despite being two
years younger than the other girls.  I'm proud of you, baby."

   Cassie beamed at her father, her smile as bright as the sun that shone
through the windows.  "Well, Daddy, I did have the very best trainer of the
group, y'know."

   "well, now that you mention it, I have heard rumors to that effect," he
grinned, thinking back on the past year of teaching his daughter the finer
points of pleasing a man, everything from strip teases to extreme bondage
positions and hard use.  "But, because you took to the training with such
enthusiasm and obvious pleasure, I've decided you deserve a reward."

   "Oh, Daddy!" Cassie exclaimed, scrambling around the table and kneeling
between his feet, flinging her arms around his neck and hugging him hard.
"What is it?  What's my treat?  Oh, Daddy, thank you!"

   "It's a surprise, baby.  Now finish your coffee, then run upstairs and
get ready," Robert leaned down and tenderly kissed Cassie's warm lips, then
stood.  "I've got some work to do this morning, but I'll be back by noon.
We'll go out for lunch, and then we'll see about the reward."

   Cassie called out to her father just before he shut the front door,
"Bye, Daddy.  I love you!"

   He poked his head back into the doorway, grinning to the young teen
still on her knees in front of his chair, "Likewise, little hussy."

   Cassie spent the next two hours in the bathroom, scrubbing herself clean
and shaving her legs and pussy mound bare.  It bothered her that the hair
on her mound was still light and downy, not at all like the sixteen year
old girls she had trained alongside, cousins one and all.  Still, she
diligently finished her ablutions and slathered her developing body with
oil scented with rose and sandalwood and lime, all the while wondering what
Daddy had in store for her.  Would it be a shopping trip to the mall?  She
hadn't visited her favorite department store in weeks, and it was nearly
summertime.  She really did need some new summer clothes.  She had
completely outgrown nearly everything she owned over the last few months,
especially her shirts.  As she turned to examine her figure in the full
length mirror, Cassie noted anew the ripening curves of her breasts.  She
cupped them, testing their weight in her palms, and rubbed her thumbs
across her nipples, causing them to tighten into rosy-brown pebbles.  Her
cunt, conditioned to respond to the stimulus, flooded and contracted on
itself, preparing to be filled with cock or fingers or tongue.

   Cassie remembered a rainy afternoon a few months prior when, after a
particularly challenging test of her courage and will, Daddy had held her
as she cried, calming her spirit with his mouth on her nipples, gently
nursing at her breasts, awakening a facet of her nature he hadn't bargained
for at the time.  As he continued to suck, the girl had grown more and more
aroused until she was writhing in his arms, howling in the throes of an
orgasm that ripped through her body and left them both stunned.  Daddy had
immediately forbidden her to speak of it to anyone else, even to Sherry,
her cousin and mentor during her training.  Only once since then had Daddy
used that particular knowledge to whip Cassie into a frenzy of lust and
need, only to leave her teetering on the edge all day, refusing her the
release she desperately needed.  Every few minutes as the day progressed,
he would tease her nipples, pinching, tweaking them firmly until she
thought she would certainly die of pure pleasure, would certainly be
allowed to cum.  But no, Daddy would stop just short of her ultimate
pleasure, letting the witch's brew of her need and desire seethe and roil
in the cauldron of her belly.  Cassie had nearly screamed the house down
when she was finally pushed past the point of sanity and into that space
where her mind would drift at such times of perfect submission.

   Snapping out of her reverie, Cassie dropped her hands to her sides and
turned to her closet.  She reached way in the back, grabbing her choices
and laying them across the foot of her bed.  The skirt was faded denim,
oft-washed and well loved, as well as being two sizes too little.  Cassie
struggled into it, the hem not quite covering the curves of her pretty butt
cheeks, the fabric so tight around her bum, it looked like it had been
spray painted on.  The top was no better -- a white tank top thin enough to
reveal the girl's areolae, rosy-brown and crowned with a lovely pair of
nipples which threatened to poke through the worn fabric of their own
accord.  Cassie grinned at her reflection in the mirror, then slid her feet
into a pair of canvas sneakers and scraped her flame-colored hair back into
a simple ponytail.  Satisfied the outfit screamed "I need clothes," she
bopped down the stairs and flopped in front of the television to kill time
until Daddy came to fetch her.

   While Cassie readied herself, Robert called the one person outside the
family whom he trusted completely -- his best friend, Scott Douglas, a wild
spirit he had met in college.  A more unlikely pair of freshman roommates
could not have been found on the entire campus.  Robert had been born into
wealth, but Scott has been raised in abject poverty and was attending
school on the merits of his quick wits and his artwork which had shown
unmistakable talent.  When Robert, armed with his MBA, returned to the
bosom of his family and their business, he had talked his father into
pulling a few strings to help Scott land a job at the prestigious
advertising firm Yeager Industries employed, wowing the ad world with his
innovative style and fresh ideas.  And when Scott decided to turn his back
on the corporate world to pursue his own brand of fine art, Robert had
supported Scott's venture into the business of tattoos.

   Scott had met Robert's family many times over the years, learning of
their special closeness in snippets of conversations and observed glances
which he had finally pieced together.  After the initial shock, Scott had
to admit, he had never seen such a loving extended tribe.  The adults all
worked together to support their concept of family, and the children were
as well-adjusted as any he'd ever known.  Slowly, as trust built between
Robert's family and himself, he was called upon to perform work on many
members of the family, both tattoos and other body modifications.  This
time, however, the call came from his best friend and the head of the clan
himself.

   "I need a favor from you, buddy," Robert started.  "I have a litte girl
who deserves a reward, but I'm sure she thinks we're going to the mall or
having his and hers pedicures or something."

   "I take it you have something a bit more -- shall we say -- lasting in
mind?"

   "I do indeed," Robert grinned into the receiver.  "Do you have time this
afternoon to do some work in the back room?"

   Scott checked his calendar, then replied, "I've got some time free right
after lunch.  How big is the job this time?"

   "Less than an hour, but if you've got an hour and a half, that would be
perfect.  And I want to use the back door, if I could.  I don't want to
alarm any of your clients when I bring Cassie in."

   "Not a problem, man.  Just give me a call when you're parked behind the
building, and I'll meet you at the door.  If you don't mind me asking, just
what are we going to be doing?"

   "Nothing you haven't done hundreds of times, my friend.  Just with a
little different preparation of the client," Robert chuckled.  After a few
minutes of exchanged details and ideas, he asked, "Do you think we can pull
this off?"

   "Yep, I'll have the table ready when you get here.  I gotta say, Rob,
this is one of the most intriguing requests I've had.  I'm excited to see
Cassie's reaction."

   "I can guarantee you, she'll love it," Robert assured Scott.  "Talk to
you in a while."

   "Alright, man, later." Scott returned the cordless telephone to the
charging base and sat looking at it for a long moment.  Finally, he smiled
wryly, then rose to amble down the hallway to the back room and prepare for
the afternoon session.

   Cassandra heard her father's car pull into the driveway and bounded to
her feet, racing to make it out the door and lock it before Daddy had the
opportunity to order her out of her two-sizes-too-little outfit and into
something that fit her a bit better.  The car had barely come to a stop
when she had the passenger door open and was already climbing into the
front seat beside him.  Flushing guiltily at his reproving look, she worked
to tug the hem of her skirt a little lower, wishing she had chosen a top
that was more concealing.  Too late now, she thought to herself, and lifted
her chin in a familiar gesture of defiance which Robert recognized
instantly.  "Hi, Daddy, I'm ready for my surprise!" she bluffed, smooching
his cheek, hoping to distract him from his growing ire.  Lordy, what if he
decided to retract the offer, just because she tried to coerce him into
doing what she wanted?  Suddenly, Cassie wasn't so proud of herself.

   But Daddy just chuckled, shaking his head ruefully.  "Ready?" he asked,
his dark brown eyes twinkling wickedly as his gaze swept over her again. 
"Well, if you can stand it, so can I.  We're going to stop for lunch first,
and I don't want you trying to hide or cover anything, okay, little girl?"

   Nodding emphatically, Cassie straightened in the seat and held her head
up, keeping her own aquamarine gaze on Daddy's smiling face.

   "I'm sorry, what did you say, girl?  I didn't hear you."

   "Yessir, Daddy," Cassandra spoke clearly, giggling as he reached over to
tweak her left nipple.

   All during lunch at the exclusive club where Daddy was a member, Cassie
peppered him with questions, so absorbed in trying to pry the nature of her
surprise out of him that she failed to notice the way the young waiter kept
ogling her pert, young breasts.  Robert, however, noticed the temperature
of the dining room dropping steadily and the reaction of his daughter's
nipples, as well as the way the waiter's eyes never managed to leave the
girl's chest.  After having to repeat his dessert order for the third time,
Robert decided to do a little investigating.  Excusing himself from the
table and ordering Cassie to stay put, he surreptitiously followed the
waiter toward the kitchen -- where the younger man stopped to fiddle with a
thermostat box.  Laughing to himself, Robert returned to the table and
shared what he had seen with his daughter, who dropped her jaw in surprise.
When the waiter finally returned to the table with Robert's cheesecake,
Cassandra cupped her breasts, thumbed her nipples through the nearly
transparent fabric of the worn tank, and winked outrageously at him. 
Robert merely laughed at the young man's discomfiture and finished his
cheesecake.

   Cassie, on the other hand, couldn't eat her dessert.  She was still
trying to discover the first detail about her surprise.  "C'mon, Daddy,
tell me something, for crying out loud!  How am I supposed to get excited
about my treat if I don't know what it is?"

   "You seem pretty excited to me," her father drolly pointed out, a wicked
little smile curving his lips.

   Cassie sighed and slumped back into her seat.  "Dang it, Daddy, you're
driving me crazy!"

   Daddy looked at his watch, then tossed a small stack of folding money
onto the table and motioned to the door with a nod of his head.  "It's
time, girl.  Get a move on.  By the way," he mentioned as he slid out of
his seat, "this reward isn't anything I'm going to buy for you.  But it
will last a lifetime, and it will be a constant reminder of your place in
the family -- and in my heart." He cupped her cheek as she rose to stand
before him.

   At his words, the butterflies in Cassie's stomach went into hyper drive,
making her heart race as she watched Daddy's brown eyes steadily.  "I love
you, too, Daddy, you know that.  I just don't understand why you won't tell
me anything."

   "I tell you what, baby," he replied, "once we're through, you can answer
the question yourself.  How's that?"

   "Okay, then, let's go!" Cassie's eyes lit up with excitement, and she
grabbed his hand and dragged him to the door.

   As they reached the car, Robert slowed, pulling Cassie back and wrapping
his arms around her.  "Wait, baby, there's a couple of things I want to do.
You trust me, right?"

   Nodding hesitantly, Cassie eyed her father.

   "Good.  Let's get you ready, then." He opened the trunk of his car and
pulled a box toward them.  Turning Cassie around, he pulled her arms behind
her and tied her wrists with a length of soft rope, then slipped a short,
thick penis gag into her mouth, buckling the straps below her ponytail.  As
her eyes widened, he leaned down and brushed his lips against her eyelids,
slipping the ear buds of his mp3 player into her ears.  Cassie trembled as
quiet, erotic music filtered into her head, her aquamarine gaze locked on
Daddy's eyes.  Lust and fierce dominance blazed in their depths, and Daddy
tugged Cassie's tank top up, baring her breasts there in the parking lot,
his hands gently caressing her creamy skin, his fingers pinching and
tugging her pert nipples.  Cassie groaned in spite of herself.  Daddy
smiled and put a finger to his lips, then touched the strap of the gag as
it passed across her mouth.  Cassie nearly panicked when she saw the last
item emerge in Daddy's hand from the box -- a black length of silk that he
used from time to time as a blindfold.  Once he had tied it into place
around her head and had satisfied himself she couldn't see, Daddy eased her
into the car, closing the door and sliding behind the wheel.  He reached
across the console, tapped the inside of each of Cassie's knees, indicating
to her to spread them as widely as the contours of the car would allow,
then slid his hand upward along the inside of her left thigh until his
fingers found the damp junction between her legs.

   Oh my God, Cassie thought, what have I gotten myself into?  She fought
to swallow the saliva that collected in her mouth, her body responding
immediately to Daddy's touch, her cunt growing wetter by the second.  She
felt his hand withdraw, smelled her own scent as he smeared her wetness
along the underside of her nose.  Her butt told her he had started the car,
and soon they were speeding down the street, turning this way and that. 
Although Cassie tried to keep track of about where they should be, Daddy
drove quickly enough, then slowly enough, doubling back and making multiple
turns to throw off her sense of direction and timing.  Finally, she felt
the car stop, and her seat quit vibrating.  Wherever they were, they had
arrived.  Cassie moaned gratefully around the penis gag, leaning forward
and relieving a bit of the pressure on the bonds around her wrists.

   Suddenly, a hand was under her arm, gently pulling her from the car. 
She turned and stood, grateful for her Daddy's hands on her shoulders to
steady her.  He led her a short distance, then paused.  The music in her
ears throbbed sexily, swelling and receding, encouraging her to sway with
it, but she had grown far too nervous to concentrate on its insistent beat.
She sensed a door being opened, smelled the change in the air as antiseptic
scents overtook the faint stench of distant garbage cans, felt the
difference in temperature as they left the heat and humidity of the late
spring day outside and stepped into the air-conditioned comfort of a
building.

   A second set of hands joined Daddy's, startling Cassie as she was led
into another room.  They held her securely as her hands were freed, ready
to catch her wrists in case she tried to remove the blindfold.  But she
felt Daddy's familiar touch on her arm, his fingertips drifting across her
shoulders, then downward to grasp the hem of her tank top, tugging it
upward and over her head.  She trembled, realizing someone besides Daddy
was gazing upon her flesh.  Again her father's hands touched her, reassured
her, just before he pulled her skirt from her hips and slipped her shoes
from her feet.  She was completely naked, fully aware she and Daddy were
not alone, and feeling utterly vulnerable.

   Daddy touched her again, urging her backward until she felt a table
against her back and a step next to her feet.  With the help of the hands
on her arms and Daddy's hands on her hips, she climbed blindly onto the
table, starting slightly as she felt a layer of paper shift and rumple
underneath her bum.  The hands on her arms urged her backward to rest
against the raised end of the table as Daddy's hands guided her legs far
apart, placing her knees into stirrups and strapping them down.  Once again
the hands on her shoulders move to her arms, stretching them out and
securing them to supports on either side of the table.  All the while, the
music from the mp3 player thrummed insistently, seducing Cassie as the
touch of her father's fingers against her body fanned the flames of lust
and desire.  She felt his fingers part her puffy, bare cuntlips, exposing
her dripping slit, then felt a finger slide deep into her fuck-hole,
probing and exploring as she squirmed on the table.  Suddenly, a sharp
smack to the curve of her sweet ass and Daddy's hands pinning her hips to
the table let her know that he wanted her to remain still.

   The second set of hands touched her once more, but unlike the intimate
touch of Daddy's fingers upon her most private and vulnerable bits of
flesh, these hands were impersonal, clinical.  She felt something cool and
slick being applied to her left nipple in a brisk circular motion.  Then
the hands repeated the process on her right nipple, the movements seemingly
brusque and cold.  Cassie found that incredibly erotic in itself, being
treated as nothing more than a lab rat whose only value rested in her
physical response to stimulus.  The medicinal, sterile smells that swirled
in the room added to the aura of dispassion that warred with the heat
building in her body as Daddy continued to stroke the inner walls of her
cunt.

   The contrast between impersonal and intimate tumbled in her head,
driving her nearly mad, causing her to moan in fear around the thick penis
gag still stretching her jaw.  But as Daddy pushed another finger into her
grasping hole and rubbed his thumb around her clit, Cassie finally latched
onto the one thought that kept her sane.  Daddy was still there.  If he was
still there, she reasoned to herself, he was still in charge.  If he was
still in charge, she may as well enjoy the experience, because he would
keep her safe.

   She tossed her head back and forth against the table, working to rid
herself of the fear.  Over the carnal throb of the music, Cassie could hear
a deep voice, agitation evident in its tones, even if the words were not
clear.  Without warning, the impersonal hands held her head until a soft
towel covered her forehead, and a weight of some kind held her immobile. 
Once again, apprehension flooded Cassie's mind, but once again, the touch
of Daddy's hands between her thighs and inside her body pushed her past the
fear and more deeply into her submission.

   Daddy's fingers pumped in and out of Cassie's eager snatch, the pressure
of his thumb steadily increasing on her clit as she began to deliberately
squeeze her muscles around his digits.  A sharp poke on the outside of her
left nipple as it was pinched and slightly lifted startled the girl, but
she remained still, her mind beginning to float on the waves of
intoxication threatening to engulf her.  As the music in her ears surged,
she could feel the pleasure rising, the knot of sweet tension in her belly
tightening upon itself.  Moaning urgently around the penis gag, she
clenched and unclenched her cunt muscles around Daddy's fingers, the poke
on the side of her nipple becoming insistent.  Finally, with a deep,
gutteral groan muffled by the gag, Cassie came, the joy of orgasm licking
at her mind as her body spasmed convulsively around Daddy's driving
fingers.

   Then it happened.  White-hot, searing pain lanced through her nipple,
shocking Cassie with its attack on her tender flesh.  But, even though she
could feel the edge of the razor-tipped rod slicing through her nipple,
even though she screamed around the gag, her body flooded her bloodstream
with endorphins, driving her orgasm even higher.  Her body tensed on the
table, her cunt grasped and released Daddy's fingers as he continued to
slam them in and out of her hole.  As soon as the pain erupted, though, it
began to subside, dulling to a fiery throb as she felt the impersonal hands
tugging slightly on the object left behind in her flesh.

   Cassie tried to relax, but Daddy's fingers wouldn't let her.  She felt
them stroke her inner thighs, giving her a moment's respite, but then she
felt his fingers probing her insides once again, fucking in and out,
finding the sweet spot against her pelvic bone as his thumb pressed against
her clit like before.  The tension in her belly tightened quickly this
time, the pleasure soaring higher.  She felt a pinch and poke on her right
nipple, and she suckled firmly on the penis gag in her mouth, her mind
reeling with the knowledge of what was coming.  She felt her cunt begin
anew to spasm of its own accord around Daddy's fingers, felt her soul
shatter as her second orgasm blasted through her.

   Anticipating the searing pain to lance through right nipple, her body
dumped another round of endorphins into her bloodstream, and soon Cassie
was floating on a sea of purest submission, the piercing slice through her
flesh more painful than before, but drawing a bigger response from her
body. She howled around the gag, her body taut as a bowstring, tears
streaming from her eyes only to be caught in the silken blindfold.  As
Daddy's fingers slowed their pumping of her cunt, her thighs began to
tremble.  She bawled even harder as the impersonal fingers tugged lightly
on the hardware in her nipple.  Finally, however, she felt the weight
lifting from her head, the restraints falling away from her legs and arms.
As Daddy lifted her legs from the stirrups, the impersonal hands lifted her
shoulders, helping her sit upright.  Cassie reached for the blindfold, but
the impersonal hands gently pushed her hands away, their touch far more
caring than before as they slipped the fabric from her head.  Soon, she was
blinking against the bright light of the room as she tugged the cords of
the ear buds, yanking them from her ears, the silence almost deafening as
she glanced at Daddy.  The other set of hands unbuckled the strap of the
penis gag at the back of her head as she reached for Daddy's loving arms,
the pain in her nipples almost forgotten until she bumped them with her own
hands.

   Cassie awoke, sitting bolt upright in bed, tears still rolling down her
cheeks, fighting to separate dream from reality, a tell-tale wet spot in
the middle of her bed.  She reached for her tits, grabbing her nipples and
finding them whole and healthy, not pierced and sore.  Sighing with a
mixture of relief and an inexplicable sense of loss, she crawled out of bed
and stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen.  She crossed the cold,
flagstone floor and braced hands against the edge of the counter, thanking
all that was holy for the half-pot of coffee sitting on the burner of the
coffeemaker shoved back into the corner of the countertop.  Reaching for a
cup and filling it with the fragrant liquid, she shook off a sense of
deja-vu as she loaded the cup with sugar and creamer, then lifted the cup
to sip gingerly.

   "Since when do you drink coffee, little girl?" queried her father's deep
voice behind her, causing Cassie to jump in alarm, coffee splashing onto
her hand as she whirled around to see Daddy sitting behind his paper at the
breakfast table.

   "God, Daddy!  You scared me half to death," she scolded, then settled
into the chair across the table from him.

   Robert Yeager lowered the newspaper and smiled at his daughter.  "I took
the day off, baby.  I'm so proud of the way you handled your training that
I wanted to do something special.  Give you a reward."