Chapter 9
Punished Barbie certainly was, as Granger observed with satisfaction as he savored her latest sufferings, sufferings he had designed himself.
It was shortly after midnight, dividing line between Friday night and Saturday morning. The weekend had barely started yet.
In the short time she had been his helpless teen captive, naked Barbie had been stripped, subdued, spanked, raped in her pussy, raped in her mouth, and humiliated.
Granger was just getting warmed up. He sat in her bedroom, sipping scotch and playing with his semi-erect cock as he watched Barbie writhe.
She lay on the bed in painful bondage. Once again she was gagged, since he had tired of her tearful pleas for mercy and release.
This time she was gagged with a pair of her mother's soiled panties which Granger had taken from the hamper he thought it made a fitting gag.
like mother, like daughter. Felicia was a slut. She had passed that on to Barbie, but luckily Granger had managed to get to his daughter in time.
Barbie had sluttish tendencies, and the pleasure-loving nature of a whore, but there was hope that he could still mold her into the kind of daughter he desired.
In the meantime, there was nothing like some strict and painful bondage to soften her up and weaken her resistance to his commands.
Barbie was stretched out on her back on the bed. Her hands were no longer cuffed, but were now secured together with strands of rope.
Her hands, tied in front of her, rested on her belly, the fingers writhing like the rest of her.
More ropes circled her upper body. It was the kind of tough yet thin rope often used for clothesline. It was perfect for bondage purposes.
Strands of it were wrapped around her upper body, pinning her arms to her sides. The ropes pressed deeply into the softnesses of her breasts.
Yes, even her breasts were in bondage, and her daddy had loved putting them in that painful predicament. He had shivered with lust when he bound her.
The ropes dug into the masses of her soft bosom flesh, digging deep, so that folds of tender flesh spread over the confining ropes.
Cunningly, punishingly, he had tied the ropes so that her pink nipples were held prisoner between two strands of the tight bonds.
Her nipples, now chafed and irritated, were no longer soft and pink. They were red and stiff and throbbing, and she moaned from the pain.
Her stiff nipples--nipples which he had pinched and pulled and nibbled until they were stiffly erect were pressed by the tight strands.
The constant pressure kept them in a state of throbbing erection. By now the nipples were so red and dark that they were almost purple in color.
Barbie was bound in a sitting position. Her back pressed the white-painted headboard of her bed, and her legs were stretched in front of her.
Stretched and spread. Ropes circled her ankles, holding her legs spread eagled and wide open, preventing her from closing her legs.
There was more. Jutting from her spread pussy lips was the thick base of the dildo which was stuffed inside her pussy.
Granger had put it there, of course. It seemed like fitting and poetic justice.
Granger put down his drink. His other hand played with his semi-erect cock, teasing it, playing with it, preparing it for the action to come.
Reaching out, he touched her nipple. It throbbed heavily against his probing fingertip. It was angry and purple-red.
He flicked it contemptuously. Barbie writhed in pain. Her nipples ached from the constant chafing pressure of the rope, and this multiplied her intense discomfort.
Granger chuckled. He could think of a thousand little cruelties and indignities and degradations he ached to inflict on his captive daughter.
And inflict them he would starting right now.
His hand moved from her breasts down between her legs. He took hold of the base of the dildo planted deep in her pussy.
It vibrated from her shaking and shivering. He gripped the dildo and worked it around inside her, pushing it this way and that, shaking it.
He was rewarded by the sighs and sobs which the action forced out of her. This was a thick dildo, much wider in diameter than his own cock.
But he would take it out of her. He gripped the base of the shaft and pulled it out of her pussy, slowly, very teasingly and tantalizingly.
Her pussy lips, which were stretched and folded over on themselves, quivered as the dildo was retracted from inside them.
Pussy secretions, thick and wet and shining, glimmered on the dildo shaft as it was pulled out of the tight and narrow passage of pleasure which was her pussy.
Out it came. Her membranes stretched as the fat knobbed dildo head was taken out of her. There was a popping noise as the dildo came free.
Her pussy dripped with juices. He licked some of them off the dildo. They were rich and fresh, tangy on his tongue. He set the dildo down.
Leaning forward, he took a close look at her pussy. Sobbing, shaking, tears rolling down her face, Barbie sagged back against the headboard.
There was a constant dull ache inside her pussy, from the prolonged pressure of the dildo which had just been removed.
Of course, the ache in her pussy was mild compared to the pain in her nipples. The nipples themselves had gone numb, but not the bosom which surrounded them.
Her breasts were incredibly sensitized. They ached from the chafing pressure of the cruel ropes which cut into them punishing her with each breath.
As long as she lay perfectly still, like a statue, the pain was endurable. But the least movement, even breathing, made pains shoot through her breasts.
Granger examined her pussy. It was such a small, thin, and vulnerable section of anatomy, and now it was open to any assault he cared to make.
He put his hands on her pussy, which writhed at his touch. The pussy lips throbbed as his fingertips pressed them on either side.
He pried her pussy lips open, exposing the pulsing pink membranes, so wet and sleek and shimmering with the secretions oozing from their walls.
Bending forward, he pressed his face to her crotch.
The sweet scent of her sex was full and pungent, filling his lungs like perfume from a flower of flesh musky perfume which set fire to his senses.
He wedged his mouth against her membranes, membranes which were exposed since his fingers held her pussy lips pried apart.
No liquid on earth was half so sweet as the juices which flowed from her precious little pussy. He buried his face in her sex.
Barbie shuddered, groaning with horror as her depraved daddy rooted around in her pussy, burying his hot face in her dripping wet sex.
He rubbed his face against her naked membranes, smearing her juices on him. He wanted to wallow in her sex, to absorb her very juices through his skin.
His tongue extended from his mouth and shoved inside her pussy, stabbing into her. Barbie whimpered and moaned as he licked her pussy.
He pressed his tongue tip against her clitoris. She shivered and writhed. He put his fingertips on either side and pulled the labia aside.
Now her clitoris was exposed, nakedly vulnerable. It was a little pink pearl of flesh. He thought it was the cutest thing he had ever seen.
He pressed his tongue tip on the exposed clitoris. Barbie pressed against the headboard, shaking her head, sobbing helplessly.
His tongue burrowed in her pussy. He concentrated mainly on her clitoris. His tongue tip massaged the tiny fleshy button.
As he kept up his licking of her most sensitive part, she couldn't help but respond on a purely physical level to the oral stimulation.
Her body betrayed her. It didn't care that she was the bound prisoner of her demented daddy, and that it was his tongue going that licking and sensual slurping.
Her body knew only that it was being stimulated, and it reacted accordingly. More fresh juices oozed from the pores of her pussy walls.
Granger ate Barbie, tonguing her clitoris to orgasm.
Her perfect little body went rigid at the climax, then sagged in short-lived relief before the pain of her bound and punished breasts reasserted itself.
Granger busied himself untying the knots of the ropes which held her ankles. He plucked them open, freeing her feet.
Barbie was learning fast, he was pleased to see. Even though her legs were now untied, she made no attempt to close them and hide and protect her pussy with her thighs.
Red grooves were marked on the flesh of her slender ankles. Granger took hold of her feet and pulled her down flat on the bed.
When she lay flat on her back, he flipped her over, turning her on her tummy. He climbed on her back, his weight pressing her into the mattress.
He straddled her so that he faced her bottom which was spread out in front of him like a pair of fleshy globes, soft and ripe and smooth.
There was still deep warmth in her ass cheeks from the spanking he had given her earlier, as he was pleased to discover when he grabbed her ass.
She writhed and moaned beneath him. Her bound breasts with their pain-numbed nipples were pressed beneath her, so that the ropes punished them even more strictly.
Granger took hold of her ass cheeks, clutching a ripe rounded buttock in each hand. He delighted in her suffering sighs when he gripped the ass cheeks.
He pulled the buttocks to the sides, spreading them, opening her ass. Her bottom cheeks were high and rounded, and had a deep cleft running between them
This cleft was now exposed, along with the pale brown wrinkled rosebud of her anus.
Barbie gasped with shock when he probed it.
"Ah!" He grunted with satisfaction. "Here's one place where Daddy's little bondage brat is a virgin, thank heaven!"
He could tell by the tightness of the anal ring that it was virgin, uncracked and never taken. Well, he would take care of that in a hurry!
He pressed his probing fingertip against the wrinkled folds. They quivered and contracted, as though thrown into a panic by his probing.
She was incredibly tight. She gasped as he stuffed the first joint of his finger inside her and wiggled it around, stretching the membranes.
A tight dull aching in his cock caused him to glance down between his legs, where he saw a rigid rod of flesh jutting in stiff and throbbing erection.
It was not quite time to put that rod into action yet. There were still preparations to be taken care of. He climbed off her.
He pulled her up to a sitting position. She sobbed constantly, her eyes bloodshot and red-rimmed from so many tears shed on this day of reckoning.
He untied her breasts from the strict and painful bondage he had put them into. Finally the last strands dropped free to fall around her thin waist.
Barbie sat bolt upright, shuddering. Deep and cruel red vertical lines were pressed into her bosom flesh, which lost some of its pale whiteness.
She writhed from the pain of the normal flow of circulation being restored. Shooting pains sizzled through her breasts, bringing fresh tears.
Now that her nipples were freed from the chafing bondage, they still remained stiff and aching, but they began to throb with renewed pain as the numbness left.
Granger picked up the dog chain where he had left it on her night table and clipped it to the collar circling her neck her slave collar.
He forced her to walk into the bathroom. He left her hands tied, and he kept the gag in her mouth.
Barbie huddled in a corner of the bathroom, backed up against the wall, trying to get as far away from her demented daddy as she could in the small room.
He opened a cupboard where towels and things were kept, and showed his fearful captive daughter the surprise he had hidden within an enema bag.
Barbie's eyes widened in new horror as her daddy brandished the enema bag in front of her, waving it in front of her red, shamed face.
He had bought the enema bag today along with the many other items he had purchased at the adult emporium. He was well equipped for a weekend of domination and degradation.
Here, locked away inside the walls of his suburban middle class home, he had created his own private world, a world where his whim was law, where he was king and his haughty daughter was his cringing slave, to be humiliated and abused as it pleased him.
And right now, it pleased him greatly to humiliate and abuse her.
The red rubber bag was deflated, empty, thin. A length of white tube was attached to the bottom of the bag, and dangled freely.
"You are a wicked child, Barbie. You have to be cleaned externally and internally so you can become my pure sweet innocent little girl."
"Your punishments have helped to cleanse your outer body but you still have a long way to go, and you can be sure that your punishments are not finished yet."
"This will help clean you out internally. And don't make a fuss, daughter of mine, or I'll make this a real punishment enema!'
Barbie watched in stunned horror as her daddy filled the bag with lukewarm water from the tap. The bag swelled obscenely, straining at the seams.
He poured soap flakes in the top, mixing them with the watery solution.
When the bag was ready for use (and Barbie's abuse), he closed the bathroom door and locked it, sealing himself in with his bound and gagged captive daughter.
He hung the swollen bag on a hook on the door. He set out what he would need, then sat down on the plastic toilet seat lid, with his feet on the cool tiled floor.
He beckoned Barbie to him. When she failed to immediately obey his summons, he reminded her that he could give her a strapping on her naked ass before the enema began.
Fat tears of shame rolled down her quivering cheeks as she came to him.
He told her that she would take the enema across his lap, as though she was a little girl, who would have to assume that childish and degrading position.
His robe fell open before he pulled her across his knees. Barbie whimpered as he put her in position, with her lush and lovely bottom cheeks quivering.
Her flesh pressed his cock, which was as stiffly erect as it had been back in her bedroom Indeed it had remained in hat condition throughout the preparations.
He lifted the lid from the jar of lubricant he had set out on the sink. He dipped His fingers into the grease, scooping it out.
His other hand spread her ass cheeks, exposing her rear opening. He stuffed the lubricant in her ass, greasing up the tight and tiny anus.
When she was oiled, he was able to slid his finger into her with a minimum of trouble. Oh, she was a tight delight, no doubt about that!
He wiped the excess grease off on her buttocks. The enema nozzle, made of flexible white plastic, was thin but over six inches long.
He dipped the nozzle in the jar of lubricant and swirled it around, coating the tip with a heavy layer of the oily, shining, shimmering grease.
Again he parted her buttocks, as though he were spreading them to take her rectal temperature. His thumb and forefinger spread the anal ring.
Barbie hung her head in abject shame. She closed her eyes. Her face was so red and flushed with burning shame that it felt boiling hot.
Her nipples throbbed with steady, aching pain. They still were dark red and stiff from the chafing abuse they had previously suffered.
Granger pressed the nozzle tip to her tiny puckered ass-hole. The opening was smaller than a dime it would really be something to squeeze his cock in there!
First things first. He wanted his dominated daughter all fresh and squeaky-clean inside, before he moved to the next phase, and took her ass.
The wrinkled folds of the anal ring parted as the nozzle pressed inside. Barbie groaned from deep in the pit of her stomach as she was anally penetrated.
He fed the nozzle tip to her smoothly, slowly, lingering over the insertion process. He thrilled to the feeling of her hot body shivering against his flesh.
This was true domination. He would control every part of her, even her most intimate bodily functions. He would rule every part of her.
Into her tight rectum he fed the enema nozzle. Barbie groaned and writhed on his lap, her breasts jiggling and her buttocks rippling.
His stiff cock was pressed against her naked hips. Her tufted silky bush rubbed his flesh. Her smooth warm thighs caressed his cock.
At last the nozzle was safely, securely, and deeply lodged. He reached up and leaned over to open the valve fluid gurgled down the tubes.
Barbie gurgled as the fluid filled her.
He prolonged the process as long as possible. He kept interrupting the flow of fluid inside her, shutting off the valve in mid-flow.
Slowly the swollen red rubber enema bag lost its volume as its contents were emptied inside Barbie. Her flat little tummy was expanded outward.
Uncomfortable, she sighed and sobbed and shifted her position as much as her daddy's tightly gripping hands would permit.
As the fluid gurgled inside her, her belly stretched outward, making it look as though his voluptuous daughter had a fat pot belly.
That amused Granger. He was determined to fill her with the entire bag. As it passed the half-empty mark, Barbie's discomfort steadily increased.
At last the final drops of the soapy fluid dribbled down the tube and inside Barbie. By this time, the red-faced girl moaned in constant discomfort.
Granger left the nozzle inside her, so it would serve as a plug. He heard quite noisy rumblings and gurglings from inside her belly.
She gasped breathlessly. Tears spilled from her bright round eyes. He forced her to hold the enema for a good five minutes.
He would have forced her to hold it longer, but his lust was too strong. He had to have her, and he couldn't wait any longer.
He pulled the nozzle out of her ass. He eased her off his lap, forcing her to stand on the floor. She was hunched forward, moaning, her bound hands pressed against her swollen tummy, her thighs pressed together in the effort to hold back.
Taking his time, he got off the toilet, lifted the lid. Her urgency was much greater than her shame, and she immediately parked her bottom on the seat and explosively voided the contents of her bowels.