Chapter 10
Back in her bedroom, Barbie was trussed up and ready for raping ready for the rape of her virgin ass, by her demented daddy.
It was fitting, somehow, that he do all these things to Barbie in her own room rather than in his bedroom, or some other room in the house.
Just as his rod of flesh had invaded her intimate parts, he himself invaded her private room, symbolizing that it had come under his dominion, just as she had.
Into that teenage girl's bedroom, with its white framed bed, soft pink curtains, pop star posters, and other girlish accessories, he had moved a chair.
It was a thickly padded, high backed arm chair. Barbie was tied to it, helpless in the rigid bondage he had secured her in.
She stood with her spread bare feet planted on the floor. She stood behind the chair, and was bent forward from the waist.
She was stretched forward, with her tummy pressing the top of the chair's back. Her upper body and bound arms dangled down on the other side of the chair.
Her ankles were each secured to the short thick chair legs by the same ropes which had been used to so painfully bind her bosom earlier in the evening.
Her arms were stretched down in front of her, with the wrists bound together. A second strand of rope secured her bound hands to a front chair leg.
Barbie's face was buried in her arms, but she kept lifting it and looking around over her shoulder to see what her daddy would do next.
He stood behind her, stroking his stiff cock as he watched her squirm
After the enema had cleaned her out, he had used a wet wash cloth and lukewarm water to thoroughly cleanse her rear, further degrading her.
Now she was squeaky-clean, inside and out-ready for his rod of flesh.
And it was ready for her. Still, there was something missing, and he had to stop and think in order to determine what it was that was missing.
The answer came to him. The redness had gone out of her bottom It had been hours since her spanking, and some of the soreness had faded.
Well, he would fix that. On the bed was a short strand of rope, less than two feet long. He picked it up, doubling it in his hand.
He let it dangle across the curves of her rounded bottom cheeks. She shivered as the ropes glided over her hot flesh, tickling her.
It stopped tickling when he swatted her bottom with it. The rope made a whooshing sound as it cut through empty air, then cut into her soft flesh.
Barbie gasped. Gagged or not, he could hear and delight in her cries of pain. He would not give her a real whipping just enough to warm her up.
It was exciting, lashing her cupcake buttocks with the rope. It left angry red welted marks running horizontally across her quivering ass cheeks.
Barbie, moaning, shifted from side to side, as best as she was able with her feet and hands bound to the chair, as she tried to minimize the pain of the strikes.
Her ass cheeks rippled this way and that, her bottom twitched. The shaking movements of her hips was kind of an imitation of the thrusting movements of intercourse.
He laid ten strokes of the whipping rope across her ass a light dose of pain, but one which left her shaking and sobbing with fresh and bitter tears.
Angry red lashing marks crisscrossed her soft, heart-shaped ass, which twitched as though the ropes still fell punishingly across it.
He threw the ropes aside, shrugged off his robe, so that he stood naked behind her. He reached for the jar of lubricant he had brought from the bathroom.
The grease smelled faintly of sweet perfume. He dipped his fingers into it and once more parted her buttocks, opening them for his touch.
She whimpered with new pain as he took hold of her ass cheeks and spread them wide. He smeared the ointment in the crack of her ass.
She moaned and groaned as he stuffed the lubricant in her anus. She was perfectly, delightfully clean inside, with her anus all pinkish-brown.
She cried as he slipped his finger inside her. He was thrilled by the tightness of her rectum nipped his finger tightly.
He pushed his greased finger deep into her. The lubricant eased the penetration. His finger filled her up to the knuckle.
He wiggled the finger inside her, and she shook and shivered in response to his probing manipulations of her most private parts.
Not even any of the horny cockers who had fucked his daughter had taken her ass, Granger noted with supreme satisfaction.
All unknowingly, she had saved the rose, the flower of her virgin ass, for none other than her dearly devoted daddy, who now would pluck that rose.
He pulled his finger out of her. The pinkish-brown folds of her anus sealed closed, but they would soon be pried open by a more formidable penetrator.
Granger smeared a handful of oily lubricant on his stiffly jutting red cock.
His member throbbed as he massaged the grease into it. Red was his cock, a dull burning red which glowed with his internal fires.
When he was done, the member shone with a coating of the oily grease, shimmering in the dimly intimage light of Barbie's bedroom.
She twisted in her bondage. There was no escape. She was tied as tightly and securely as a sacrificial offering on an altar.
Indeed, she would be sacrificing something very dear and precious to her the virginity of her tender young ass, which her daddy would claim.
He would claim it now. She twisted her head to look frantically and pleading over her shoulder at him as he took hold of her buttocks and pulled them open.
The anus was a single, unwinking little brown eye in the cleft of her ass. Hard to believe that the tiny orifice could encompass his thick and rigid rod.
True fear, terror, showed in her eyes. Her fear hit Granger like a straight shot of adrenalin this was the kind of respect he wanted from his degraded daughter.
His oiled fingers sank deep into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks, flesh which was now red and striped from the little whipping he had just given her.
Holding her buttocks open with one hand, he guided his cock between her ass cheeks, the red swollen head pointing like a fleshy dart at the target of her rosebud.
He knew that under the gag she pleaded with him to spare her this penetration. But her pleas were in vain, and only excited him the more.
After all if he didn't fuck her in the ass, somebody else would, sooner or later. Why shouldn't he be the first to claim that treasure?
He would be ... he pressed his cock head against her rosebud.
The tip of the cock pressed into the little hollow formed by the anus. The rosebud quivered and contracted, as though trying to shrink in on itself.
Granger grunted as he stuffed his cock forward. He didn't want to damage her in such a sensitive spot, especially since it would be her first time.
On the other hand, a certain amount of force was required if he wished to penetrate her virgin ass. A certain amount of pain was also part of the package.
After all, a girl didn't lose the virginity of her maidenhead without a certain quota of pain from the breaking of the tender virgin tissue.
So it was with the ass there would be an inescapable amount of pain and violence necessary to accomplish the deed.
He pushed into her. The oil on her rosebud and his cock head made things slippery, and he had to tightly grip his cock head to keep it from slipping.
He kept it pressed to the rosebud as he pushed his hips steadily forward. The cock head was in place, and the fleshy wedge slowly pried open the ring.
Barbie gasped and groaned as her anal ring was filled with his cock head, the wrinkled folds smoothed out into the stretched ring filled by his cock.
Her body was rigid. Grunting, he commanded her to relax, a command she was unable to fulfill, under the circumstances.
The pressure of her anal ring on his cock was like a vise of flesh, gripping with startling tightness that thrilled him to the depths of his soul.
Barbie's head jerked up out of her bound arms. Her eyes were squeezed shut, with fat tears, clear as crystal, being squeezed out of her. Her face was deathly pale and contorted' by the extreme intensity of the rear-entry rape.
Her daddy sweated and grunted as he worked at the undoing of her virginity.
Suddenly he forced his knobbed cock head past the anal ring, cracking the virginity of it. Barbie squealed and shuddered as she was penetrated.
His cock head was safely and tightly lodged in her ass, past the violated rosebud. Granger groaned from the awesome pressure and tightness.