Chapter 8
Lyn was smiling to herself as she moved down the street. Her hand went up to her head and touched her hair and she wondered how Frank was going to react to the new style. A few hours earlier, her new girl friend, Connie Rizzillo, had cut her shoulder-length hair into a tight cap, close across her forehead and fringed along the side of her face.
Connie's father worked in the same shop that Frank did. Lyn thought it funny that both Frank and her father were in electronics, but it didn't bother her. Frank was a repairman on real technical stuff; her father was a salesman. And Frank talked to her about his work; her father hadn't!
Brocton was great. Everybody accepted her and thought it was great that Frank had something to occupy his time when he wasn't at work. Apparently, he had been drinking a lot before she'd shown up; now he restricted himself to one, at the most two, beers a night. The landlady had even agreed to let Frank move out before his lease was up because he had to get a two-bedroom apartment. Everybody thought he was sleeping on the living-room couch.
Her tits bounced freely under her tanktop and her legs made her short skirt swish as she strode down the street. She didn't know why she was going back to the apartment; it was the night Frank worked late. But Connie had had a date and Lyn had left her getting ready for it.
That was something she was going to have to talk to Frank about-dating. She had told Connie she'd had a thing going with a guy at home and was waiting to see if he was going to write to her. When he didn't, Connie was going to start trying to fix her up with guys. It would look funny if she didn't start going out with guys her age. She hoped Frank would understand that she didn't want to, but that she felt she had to, in order to keep people from wondering about her and him.
Lyn was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the man hurrying after her until he was beside her. Then, suddenly, he had her hand in his in a way that caused pain to shoot through her, pain so severe that she couldn't even cry out.
"I was beginning to think Harry Baline was mistaken when he said he saw you up here," her father said. He steered her around the corner and down the block. "Now, I'm glad I drove up here and hung around all day. You just walk along casually, and I won't hurt you. You give me any trouble and you'll be sorry."
She choked back a sob and tried to say something., but he made the pain increase. "No noise out of you, understand?" Dumbly, her eyes filled with tears, the girl nodded.
Halfway down the block was a motel. Her father steered her into the driveway and then into a room. Outside, there was a roar of traffic and Lyn realized they were adjacent to the main highway. Once the door was closed and locked, her father released her hand, spun her around and slapped her across the face hard enough to make her stumble.
"Daddy!" Lyn protested. He had never struck her before.
"Shut up, whore," he snarled as his hand slapped her other cheek. She opened her mouth as if to scream and he slammed a fist into her stomach, doubling her over. While she was retching and trying to get her breath, he folded a handkerchief and jammed it into her mouth, then pulled it back and tied it tightly behind her head, gagging her effectively.
"I don't think anyone would hear you if you screamed," he said, smiling cruelly, "but, why take chances?"
She looked at him with bewildered eyes. "Strip," he ordered.
Lyn backed away from him. He looked like her father, but there was an expression on his face that she had never seen before, an expression that scared her. She shook her head and looked at him with pleading in her eyes.
"Strip," he repeated.
When she made no move to obey, he walked up to her. Lyn retreated until he had her in a corner of the room. Smiling the unfamiliar smile, he reached his hand out slowly and rested it on her shoulder. Still smiling, he moved his hand along her shoulder, then dug his thumb into her flesh. The pain was so severe that she rose to her tiptoes in response.
"I can hurt you, whore, hurt you very badly," he told her. "I haven't really done anything but show you a sample of what I can do. Or maybe you forgot I was a commando?"
Lyn had forgotten.
"Now," her father said, still speaking softly. "You will do as I tell you, or I will hurt you. Do you understand?"
She nodded.
"Good. Strip!"
She whimpered behind the gag but caught the bottom of the tanktop and tugged, reversing it as she pulled it upward. In a moment, she had it over her head and dropped it to the floor.
"Go ahead," her father ordered, his eyes not leaving hers.
There was an iciness in his voice that scared her. For the first time, Lyn knew that she had to accept the fact that he might be crazy. Numbly, fearful of what was going to happen after she'd obeyed him, but just as fearful of what would happen if she didn't, she undid the button and zipper on the side of her skirt and let it fall to her feet.
"Keep going," he said in the same cold voice.
Lyn's eyes were filled with tears, but she hooked her thumbs under her panties and pushed them down from her hips until they, too, fell to the floor.
He moved faster than she would have thought it possible for a man his age to move. Before she knew it, he had her arm behind her back and was forcing her to walk across the room.
"I don't know who you're shacked up with up here, slut," he told her. "And I don't care. Maybe you've gotten yourself a pimp, maybe you're selling it on your own. Hell, you might be giving it away.
"But, you're my daughter and I'm not going to stand for it. I tried to give you a good life and you took advantage of me. So I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget."
Suddenly, he was seated and dragging her across his lap. Lyn's feet flailed as she realized his intention. All he did was increase the pressure on her arm and say: "Stop kicking." The pain in her shoulder was so severe that she obeyed.
WHHHHAAAAPPPP!
His hand slammed onto her bare buttock, sending pain coursing through her body.
"NNNGGGHHHH!" Lyn screamed, the gag muffling the sound.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" he rasped. "Think how I felt when I found out you were a whore. I promised myself when I heard that that I was going to hurt you as much as you hurt me."
WHHHHAAAAPPPP!
His hand landed on the other ass-cheek, stinging, making her kick involuntarily.
Again and again he swung his beefy hand, raining blows on her naked ass until it was red all over and stinging like crazy. Lyn had given up trying to get away, had tried to deaden her mind to the assault. She had been only partially successful, but she had found an inner strength that she hadn't known she possessed. I'll get out of this, she vowed, somehow I'll get out of this.
He twisted her arm, bringing her back to her feet. Slowly, with the strange expression even more pronounced on his face, he swung his hand and slashed his palm across her nipple. Lyn jumped, learning, to her distress, that any motion on her part only added to the pain in her shoulder.
"See," he said, "you can't do anything but hurt. If you stand still, it won't hurt as bad. And there won't be any chance of any real injury. You keep jumping around like that, and you might dislocate your shoulder."
Lyn gulped and stood there, trying not to feel the pain as he closed his hand over an out-thrust tit and twisted it harshly, making her knees buckle. He caught the other hand and twisted it, then pushed her away.
"Don't move," he snarled at her as he got up and took off his jacket.
From the inside pocket, he withdrew an important-looking document. "This is my will," he told her as he stood over her. "Under it, you'd get everything I own. Tomorrow, I'll change that. I'll leave you a single dollar and Joyce will get the rest."
If she hadn't been gagged, Lyn would have told him he could do whatever he wanted with what he owned, that all she wanted to do was get away from him and never see him again. But she was scared to try removing the gag. If she did, he'd really hurt her.
He rose and stripped off his shirt, then pulled his belt from the loops of his trousers. She cowered against the wall as he stood over her, the belt dangling.
SWWWIIISSSSHHHH!
The belt swooped through the air and slashed across her tits. Lyn's body arched involuntarily. Crack!
The next blow caught her on the haunch. She hopped to her feet and tried to get away from him. SWWWWIIIISSSSHHHH!
Again he struck her tits. Lynn fell to her knees and made a praying gesture with her hands. He just shook his head and struck her on the still-smarting buns.
"Begging won't do you any good," he told her, flicking the belt in such a way that the end curled between her thighs and smashed into her cunt.
All she could do was hope he'd tire of beating her before she passed out with pain. That, and think of how good it had been with Frank, how gentle he had been with her. Her father was hurting her more than Willie had and she felt more humiliated by this beating. Willie was just a cheap hoodlum. This was her father.
He seemed to know exactly what he was doing with the belt as he flicked and slashed it at her body. Not one of the blows was hard enough to raise welts, but each time the belt landed, it sent pain racing through her tortured young body. He seemed to like it when she writhed and twisted in her attempts to avoid being hit on the more sensitive parts of her body, and he usually caused the belt-tip to strike her on her tits or cunt.
Suddenly, he dropped the belt, reached down and yanked her to her feet. His hands closed over her tits and he squeezed them again, hurting her the way he twisted the resilient flesh of the jaunty mounds. With a hard shove, he threw her backward across the bed.
Before she could comprehend what was going to happen, he had opened his trousers and thrust them and his shorts down. Lyn threw up her hands to ward him off as she realized his intentions.
It did no good. He shoved her hands aside as if they were nothing as he fell on her. She writhed and twisted, trying to get away from him but all he did was laugh.
"What's the matter, getting squeamish? Maybe you want your money first?" he taunted. "Well, this is one fuck you've already gotten paid for. All the money I've spent on you, I figure I'm entitled to a little of your ass."
Lyn tried to claw at him, but he caught her hands and stretched them above her head, pinning them to the mattress with one large hand. Slowly, lewdly, he began caressing her lush body with the other hand, rubbing it over her tits and thighs, which he was holding apart with his hips.
"How much were you getting a trick?" he demanded. "Fifty, a hundred dollars? Or were you taking whatever you could get?
"You know," he mused as he forced his hand between her thighs and began stroking her cunt, "I'll bet you could get a hundred dollars. Yeah, I'll bet there're plenty of men that'd pay a hundred dollars for a shot at this pussy of yours."
Her twat was dry, but he drove two fingers into it as deep as he could. Lyn's flesh seemed to crawl as he sawed his fingers in and out of her dry cunt, his nails scratching at the delicate membranes.
"NNNNnnnggghhhh!" Lyn moaned from behind the gag. He looked at her and leered as he ducked his head and started biting at her tits. "Yeah, I'll bet there're plenty of guys that'd pay a hundred dollars to be getting a piece of your ass."
From the way he was moving his legs, she knew he was kicking his trousers and shorts off. He's going to fuck me! the astonished girl thought. My own father is going to fuck me!
His teeth were savage on her already abused tits, sucking hard at them when he wasn't biting them. He made no move to touch her clit, just jammed his fingers in and out of her dry cunt-hole as he bit and chewed on her tits while she turned her head and cried steadily.
Go ahead and get it over with, she silently begged. I know I can't stop you. You're stronger than I am and you've already beaten me so much I can't hurt any more. Just get it over with and leave me alone.
She could feel his stiff cock resting against her thigh. It was nowhere near as big as Frank's, but she knew it would hurt if he rammed his cock into her before her cunt was wet enough.
That was what it seemed he was going to do. He was drawing his fingers out of her twat, grabbing his cock and guiding the head of it to the dilated opening of her snatch. Brutally, he slammed forward, driving his cock into her cunt. Lyn bucked from pain and he grinned down at her as he ground his loins into her snatch.
"Let's see if you're worth a hundred dollars, whore," he rasped. "You better be. You better give me a good fuck or I'll teach you a few more lessons. I've got all the time I want. I'm going to keep you here until I think I've gotten my money's worth from you."
You bastard, Lyn thought as he drove his cock into her cunt again and again. It's not enough that you're raping me, you want me to react to help make it better for you.
At first, she wasn't going to do a thing. Then she decided that it might be better if she responded, if she did as he wanted. The sooner he was finished with her, the sooner she might be allowed to leave.
The next time he thrust forward, she heaved her ass up to meet his incoming cock. "Yeah," he grunted, twisting her tits cruelly as he drove his cock into her cunt again. "Yeah, that's it, you little slut, fuck me back. Let me see how you earned that money Joyce found hidden in your room."
Lyn had hoped that Joyce and Willie might have been content to merely drive her away from home. But she realized that they couldn't have known she was gone until after they'd told her father the lie they had made up about her and he had gone to confront her.
His cock was dragging across her clit each time he thrust into her cunt. Whether it was that, or her reaction to his strokes in her effort to please him so he'd let her go, Lyn found that her cunt was getting wetter and wetter with each thrust of his stiff cock into her hole.
"You really are a whore, aren't you?" he asked, chuckling. "You just love getting screwed, don't you?"
Lyn shook her head violently, but he snickered. "You can't fool me, bitch. I can feel your little pussy getting wet. That only happens when you're digging it."
Lyn knew better. She had asked Frank about why she had reacted to what Joyce and Willie had done to her and he'd explained that her body could react to something her mind found distasteful. Her body had no way of knowing that she didn't want this to be happening. It just knew that it was being stimulated in a certain way and reacting accordingly.
Her father was fucking her harder, still twisting and abusing her tits as he drove his cock into her cunt with all his might. He would draw his cock out slowly, until she thought he was going to pull all the way out of her snatch, then he'd slam it back into her fuck-hole with all the strength he could muster.
The room filled with a slap-slap-slap as he drove his prick into his daughter's open snatch. Tears were streaming down her face as he squeezed her tits harshly, or pinched violently at her swollen nipples. If he wasn't using his hands to torment her tits, he was using his mouth, biting or sucking on her long nipples until Lyn felt faint from the pain.
All at once he yanked his cock from within her cunt. Sperm shot from the end of it and spattered against her skin, gob after gob hitting the undersides of her tits or landing on her belly.
Thank God it was over, Lyn thought, starting to sit up. He backhanded her hard enough to drive her against the mattress again. "I didn't tell you to move," he snarled. With a wicked grin on his face, he reached to the floor and picked up the belt again.
Suddenly, he caught her by the feet. Before she could resist, he had flipped her over onto her belly. SWWWWWIIISSSSHHHH!
The belt cracked against her buttocks and Lyn tried to scoot forward to escape the next blow. But her father still had hold of one foot and held her where she was as he swung his arm again and again, laying the soft leather on first one ass-cheek, then the other.
Occasionally, he'd vary his aim and slash the belt between her legs. The tormented fifteen-year-old girl tried to bring her thighs together to avoid having her cunt abused any more than it had been, but he prevented that and smashed the belt into her pussy each time she tried until she got the message: If she didn't want him hitting her cunt constantly, she had to allow him that target when he wanted to strike it.
I'll fix you, you bastard! Lyn swore. I don't know how, but I'll get even with you for this. I don't care what lies Joyce and Willie told you, there's no excuse for you treating your daughter this way. You're just a sadistic son-of-a-bitch, that's all you are.
He lashed the tender inner surfaces of her thighs, making her twist and squirm even more. But she couldn't escape the iron grip with which he was holding her ankle.
Then her father did something that was even more depraved than anything he had done before. He flipped her onto her back again and sat astride her, his cock resting in the deep cleavage of her tits. By pushing her trim tits together, he was able to hold his cock there and he began hunching back and forth, sliding the slick cock up and down the tunnel he had formed of her generous tits.
As her father fucked her between the tits, he pinched and pulled at her nipples, squeezing them with greater force than before. Then he held her tits together with one hand and reached back with the other. His fingers caught her clitoris and squeezed it so hard that Lyn's ass shot into the air and she drummed her heels on the bed. God, she had never known that anything could hurt so much!
Faster and faster she was fucked between the tits. It seemed the ultimate degradation to her. To be fucked as she was. It was certainly proof that he was just using her for his own pleasure, that any feelings he might have had about her were long gone.
"HHHHHHAAAAAA!" he cried.
His jism shot out of his cock and splattered on her face. Her father grabbed his cock and aimed the stream of cum into her gagged mouth, making her shudder as the ropy strands landed on her lips and teeth. Her father was grinning cruelly as he realized she hated what he was doing to her.
"I'd like to get off in your mouth, whore," he said, his voice as cold as it had been since he'd forced her into the room. "But you might bite me."
I would, too, Lyn swore. If I ever get a chance, I'll bite your fucking cock off.
He moved away from her body, caught her ankles and turned her over again. Then his hands were on her sore buttocks, pushing the firm cheeks away from each other. What was he going to do now? Lyn asked herself.
All at once, she knew. He was going to fuck her in the asshole! He was going to do to her what Willie had threatened to do! She made a desperate effort to get away from him, but he slammed a fist into her side and knocked the wind out of her.
Her body was limp as he lifted her hips high in the air and shoved her legs under her, so her buttocks were elevated. She was still trying to get her breath back when he spread the cheeks of her ass again and crawled on his knees behind her.
"Nnnoooo!" Lyn pleaded as she felt the head of his cock press between her trim buttocks. Her pleas were ignored and she cringed as she felt her father press his cock-head to the puckered hole of her shitter.
His other arm went under her, clutching her tightly. He used one hand to hold his cock in place as he pushed forward and the other arm dragged at her body, trying to pull her asshole onto his cock.
Lyn wiggled her butt frantically in an effort to prevent her father's dick from entering her asshole. Then he grabbed her cunt-mound and clit and squeezed as hard as he could. Involuntarily, Lyn hunched backward to get away from the pain.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" he cried as the spongy head of his cock forced itself into her asshole.
It felt as if he were going to split her in half. The pain she had felt before was nothing compared to what she felt as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into her asshole. She was no longer able to move, no longer able to do anything but sob brokenly as her father forced his cock into the tightness of her virgin shitter.
He was still squeezing her upper cunt and now he reached the other hand under her and caught a dangling tit, then started digging his fingers into it. When Frank squeezed her tits, Lyn liked it, but Frank didn't try to hurt her. Her father was doing his utmost to make this the most agonizing experience she had ever had.
"What the hell are you carrying on so for?" he demanded. "Don't try to tell me that you've never had a cock up your bung-hole before."
Lyn knew he wouldn't believe her, but she nodded her head violently anyway.
"Well, shit, you mean I am getting one of your cherries?" he chortled. "Didn't think you had any left, whore."
His cock sawed in and out of her ass with such force that he dragged her asshole out of shape each time he pulled back. His nails raked her dangling tits and clawed at her cunt and Lyn sobbed in despair, sure that she would never want sex with anyone again. Then Frank wouldn't want to keep her around and there would be no place for her to go. At that moment, if she could have died, she'd have done so willingly.
She lost track of time. All that existed was the terrible pain in her body and the awful sawing of her father's stiff cock in and out of her abused asshole. She knew, from her experience with Frank, that it would be a long time before he could cum again and she was certain that he would batter and ream her asshole until he did cum again.
He was huffing and wheezing, but showing no signs of ceasing his terrible rape of her ass. Lyn bowed her head and let him have his way with her, since there was nothing she could do to prevent, or avoid, the slick cock from running in and out of her tormented asshole.
I'll fix you, you bastard, she swore to herself. I'll make you sorry that you're doing this to me.
His belly slammed into her upturned buttocks each time he drove his cock into her shitter. Then, without warning, he stiffened. "Uunnnnhhh! UUUuunnnnhhhh!" he gasped in a tortured voice.
To her surprise, his cock pulled out of her asshole. Then she heard a dull thump. For a moment she stayed as she was, sure that it was some sort of trick. Then she heard a weak voice call: "Help me, baby."
She turned around and looked at her father, who was on his back on the floor, his face ashy and his hands clutching his chest.
"Heart...." he gasped. "I ... I'm having ... a heart ... attack. Help me."
"Why?" she asked coldly. She crawled off the bed and went to the corner, where she picked up her clothes and started to dress again.
"I'm your father," he groaned, trying to lift his head to see what she was doing.
"You're the man that just beat me and raped me," she replied.
She walked over to the chair where he'd dropped his jacket and picked up the will he'd shown her, then stuck it in her skirt, under the tanktop. God, she thought, he looks like he's going to die. And I hope he does.
"Don't le ... leave me," he pleaded.
She stood over him, watching his face lose color. He was making pawing motions at her, as if urging her to go for help. Gradually, the waving hand dropped to the floor and the heaving of his chest subsided.
Lyn waited a couple more minutes before easing the door open and slipping out of the room.