Chapter 7
On her back, on the bed, Barbie squirmed and suffered.
Her daddy loved it.
Barbie wasn't so high and mighty now! She was stunned, in terror and in pain. Her bare breasts bobbed as she sobbed behind her gag.
Tears rolled down her red face, splattering on her breasts. Her nipples were stiff, and jutted throbbingly on the tips of her breasts.
She lay in the awkward position in which Granger had thrown her down on the bed. She had fallen with her legs spread wide open.
Granger could see her pussy, that target zone of a thousand aching sexual longings and fantasies he had writhed under, night after night.
He looked down. It seemed hard to believe that the rigid rod jutting from his hips was made of flesh and blood it felt like rock, or metal.
It burned his hand when he took hold of it and squeezed it. Blue veins throbbed. A fat drop of semen oozed from the pulsing, quivering head.
"Go get her!" Inside his head, that devil's voice, Bill, urged him on. "Look at that little pink pussy she needs it bad, and you can do it to her!"
Granger got down on the bed. Barbie moaned, fearfully backing away from him.
Fresh pain shot through her sizzling bottom as she backed away on the bed. Granger knelt between her spread legs and took hold of her.
He grabbed her shoulders. They were soft and smooth and yielding under his tightly gripping fingers. He forced her down flat on her back.
Even though she lay flat on her back, the milky-white globes of her breasts rose up, twin trembling mounds of the softest flesh.
He ached to sink his teeth into them. Those nipples were fat, much larger than those of other girls her age Barbie was most maturely developed.
He wondered if the size of her nipples might be caused by the fact that her lesbian girlfriend sucked on them so often, forcing them to grow.
Well, they belonged to him, now all of her did, every last inch of her precious nubile flesh. She was his property, the way it was supposed to be.
His fingers tightened on her shaking shoulders. She couldn't close her legs since he knelt between them. He touched her breasts.
They were soft and springy, shaking. His fingers probed, explored, tested, touched, fondled. He cupped the breasts in his palms.
He pushed her breasts together, plumping them up. He lowered his heated face to her breasts. He discovered they were wet with her tears.
He liked that. He rubbed his face from side to side on the breasts. He gripped them one in each hand, so the nipples jutted from the tops of his fists.
He squeezed the breasts like he was milking them. The raw red nipples throbbed. He stuck out his tongue and ran it over the nipples.
He fastened the open sucking O of his mouth on a nipple. It throbbed against the smooth wet insides of his lips as he greedily sucked.
Barbie shook and sobbed. He told himself that she would be crying with sweet pleasure when he fucked her. She would learn to love his loving.
And if she didn't well, that was too damned bad.
Barbie belonged to him and he was going to make her into a model daughter she would be a well behaved young miss to the outside world, but in the house and the bedroom she would be her daddy's submissive sex toy.
And the time to begin was right now. His thick hard cock raged to bury its full throbbing length deep inside her pussy.
Yes, her pussy. There was no reason for him to keep his hands off it any more. It was part of her, perhaps her most delicious part.
He would find out. All of her would be his, every part. He raised his mouth from her breasts. Red bite marks showed on the trembling globes.
He looked at her. Her eyes were wide with terror, with all whites showing around the irises. The red rubber ball gag was wedged tightly in her mouth.
The ball dripped saliva, which had drooled down to wet her chin. The black leather straps cut into the soft flesh of her pale frightened face.
Granger touched his daughter's pussy. Barbie moaned. She tried to close her legs but his body was in the way, preventing that
His hands shook as he stroked her pussy. Barbie shuddered in horror. She was afraid to look at him, so wild and furious was his face.
The pussy lips were smooth and soft. His fingers glided over them, the labia rippling as he groped them. He stuck his finger inside.
She was wet, juices oozed from her membranes. He shoved his finger in deep. Even though it was just his finger, her pussy gripped it tightly.
So tight! He couldn't wait to discover how tight it would grip his thick cock, instead of his finger. He got on top of her.
It would have been nice to have her suck him off before he stuck his rod inside her, but he was too eagerly impatient to take her gag off, That could wait for later. He had plenty of time, all the time in the world. He would have her in every hole, in every part he would totalize her.
And it was all starting right now. Gripping his cock, he nudged her quivering pussy with his cock head, creating silky friction.
He grunted and groaned. He was crouched over her, his body raised up on his forearms and knees, as he reached under himself to hold and guide his cock.
He pressed the tip of the rod to the junction of her pussy lips. Lowering himself down, he pried open the pussy lips with the wedge shaped cock head.
Barbie's gasping moans got deeper and came more frequently as the cock was forced inside her. Granger was shaking and moaning.
He stuck his cock head into her. He used the member to stretch her, prying her open for his tool. He humped his hips forward.
Her body was hot and sleek below his. The inside of her pussy was wet silk. It inflamed his senses. He battered at her, forcing his rod in.
Her pussy was slick and slippery. It lubricated in self defense as the rod entered it. Barbie made soft groaning sounds as she was penetrated.
Now that at least part of his cock was safely lodged inside her, he could afford to reach under her and take hold of her lushly nubile hips.
His fingers sank into her soft flesh, bruising it. Holding her tight, he worked his cock into her, jamming it with quick stabbing strokes.
Barbie gurgled sickly as the rod of flesh slid home into her.
Her groans changed to squeals as his rod went deeper. Almost all of it was deep in her. His cock head bumped the mouth of her womb.
The base of his shaft was gripped by her pussy lips, which were pressed under his shaking hips. It was time to start thrusting.
The bound naked daughter's body shook under the violent force of his sexual assault. He jammed his cock into her again and again.
He felt like his entire body, not just his cock burned with fire. He was pressed on top of Barbie, wedging his cock into her again and again.
She shivered and sobbed. Her face was dripping with cold sweat, and her flesh was cool Her back was bowed by the hands cuffed beneath her.
His naked chest pressed hers. Her breasts, those trembling masses of flesh, were pressed flat by his chest as he glued his body to hers.
He wanted to kiss her again and again, but the red rubber ball gag in her mouth of course prevented him from doing so. He wanted to use that pretty mouth....
He was whipped by the demons of lust. Sweat oozed from him, oiling his body. It was a lubricant which made his flesh slippery on Barbie's.
His belly slapped her taut little tummy each time he forced into her He ground his hips and his cock into her, rubbing and thrusting
He rocked harder and faster The bedsprings squealed, and the bed frame rattled from the hard-driving force of his thrusts.
She was all hot wet velvet inside. Each stroke of his hot swollen cock against her membranes tightened his sexual fury one notch higher.
He knew that he was going to come soon.
He reached under her, grabbing her ass. Her spanked ass cheeks were so hot that they all but burned his clutching hands.
He gripped her ass cheeks, one in each hand, sinking his fingers deep into the flesh he had warmed with his vicious spanking.
Barbie groaned with fresh moans of pain. He could feel the inside of her pussy contract convulsively on his cock when he abused her.
Rhythmically, as he drove his thrusts into her, he squeezed her ass, and each time that he did so, her membranes clamped down on his deep-buried cock.
He shoved it all the way inside and stopped. He lay stretched out on top of her, shaking and trembling, his breath coming in quick gasps.
Then he came. He felt like the human equivalent of an oil gusher, except that he gushed spurting semen, come which was pumped from his rigid cock.
Barbie gave off a little shudder and squeal of horror beneath him, but he ignored that, just as he had ignored all laws of man and God.
He felt like his flesh was covered with an invisible pleasure suit which thrilled every shred of his skin as he came inside his captive daughter.
The voices inside his mind the voice of Bill were wiped out by the burst of white light and heat which accompanied his orgasm.
It was a wrenching one. Granger realized through a haze of pleasure that this was the ultimate thrill, the final kick he had searched for.
All those other youngsters he had sought out, kidnapped, and raped with Jack and the late Lewis all those girls had merely been substitutes for the one girl he truly, achingly lusted after his own dear daughter, Barbie.
He collapsed on top of her when the final throes of his orgasm faded.
He lay there like he had fainted, or like he was a dead man. His genitals, his stiff cock and swollen balls, were the center of the pleasure flooding him.
It was like getting a shot of morphine. Blissful electric erotic warmth shot through him, oozing through every blood vessel, every inch of his flesh.
Turning his head to the side, he sobbed for breath. His panting gasps mingled with the stream of steady sobs coming from Barbie.
At last he recovered enough to lift his head. His face was washed out, the lines of tension momentarily smoothed. He gave a sobbing cry of relief and release.
He felt a curious sense of lightness inside him, as though he was filled with helium. He felt like he had just begun a long voyage to an unknown destination.
This, it seemed, was the moment to which his life had been leading up to. All his years had culminated in the rape of his own daughter.
He didn't regret it a bit. In fact, he planned to rape her again and soon.
He raised himself up and pulled out of her. New thrills filled him when his cock slid along her semen saturated membranes as he withdrew from her
His come had soaked into the heated walls of her violated pussy. But he really didn't feel as though he had done anything wrong.
He had just taken what was rightfully his, what was owed to him.
After all, he was her father. He had created her, given her life, fed and clothed and sheltered her for the years she was growing up into a young beauty.
If she had been a good girl, a decent girl, it might have been another story. But, just like her mother, Barbie was a slut.
Barbie thought she was smart and chic and fashionable. No doubt she thought it was a real kick to give up her little pussy to her boyfriends and her girlfriends.
It wasn't fair. She would have casual sex with strangers she hardly even knew, while all the time she withheld her favors from the daddy who loved her.
Well, he was through waiting for her to give it to him. It was his turn to take, and take he would. She would be at his beck and call from now on.
He tried to explain these things to her, but he didn't know if he got the point to her. Barbie just kept sobbing brokenly.
He sat on the edge of the bed. His red cock, glistening with semen, was thick and semi-erect and quivering between his legs.
After a while, shaking his head to clear it, he got up. He turned her over on her tummy and put her into a different kind of restraint.
When he was finished, she was bound in a new position. Her hands were no longer cuffed behind her. Now, they were cuffed in front of her.
The cold steel bracelets were attached so that she was bound to a bedpost at the head of the bed. By twisting, she could lay on her back, side, or belly.
Barbie, sobbing, stretched out on her tummy, so that she could keep off her spanked bottom as much as possible. The ass cheeks continued to twitch.
Her pussy lips were red and irritated from the force with which she had been raped, and the labia were shining and sticky with his oozing semen.
His come dripped from her crotch, trickling down her crack, smearing on the sheets.
She wasn't going anywhere. Granger looked down at her Her ass was cherry red from the spanking. Twinges of lust filled him as he stared hotly at it.