Chapter 8
Later, Granger locked a dog collar on his daughter.
Barbie sat fidgeting uncomfortably on her bed. It was some hours after the spanking, but her bottom flesh remained tender and sore and aching.
The girl had somewhat recovered from her terror. At least she no longer feared that her deranged daddy would kill her out of hand.
She was certain that he would keep her alive because he wanted to have her, to fuck her, to transform her into his little sex slave.
Her cuffed hands rested on the tops of her smooth thighs. The ball gag had been taken out of her mouth after she promised not to scream for help.
Granger hovered around her, careful to keep his eyes and ears on her for the slightest sign of an escape attempt in the making.
He promised her a whipping which would make her spanking seem tame indeed, if she dared to cross or defy him by trying to get away.
Now, dressed only in an open robe and slippers, he fitted the dog collar around her neck. It was a collar sold at any pet store.
He buckled it in place around her neck. It was a thin belt of tough black leather decorated with shiny metal studs, a collar which buckled shut.
He rigged it so that it fit tightly but not chokingly against her throat. Barbie swallowed hard, uncomfortable with her slave collar.
Of course, there was a leash to go with the dog collar. The leash was some eight or nine feet long, and made of thin but tough chain.
There was a satisfying metallic click as the clip at the end of the leash was fastened into place on a ring attached to the dog collar.
Attached to the opposite end of the leash was a leather loop, a handle which he slipped over his wrist. Now he had his daughter on a leash.
"A naughty girl like you has to be kept on a tight leash," he joked, "so that Daddy can quickly bring you to heel."
Barbie was at her wit's end. She had tried every verbal trick in her arsenal to persuade her crazed, sex-mad daddy to let her go free.
She had tried weeping, whining, begging, little girl sweetness, flattery, tears, cajolery, flirtatiousness, and even reasoned, logical argument.
None had worked, of course. Granger smiled and shook his head at each new gambit she brought into play. He knew what he wanted-her.
Now that he was in it all the way there was no turning back. At last he threatened to gag her if she did not cease her wheedling, and she fell silent.
It was about nine o'clock at night. On the night table were empty dishes stacked on a tray, remnants of the meal which he had fed her a short time ago.
It was just like when she was a little girl, and he had taken care of her when she was sick. He made food for her and brought it up to her on a tray.
He had unlocked her from the bedpost so she could sit up and eat, but he left her hands cuffed so she would not be tempted to try to break away.
He fed her by hand. He pinned a neat bib around her neck, his hands brushing her shaking breasts as he knotted the strings of the bib together.
Then he spoon-fed her, just like she was a little baby.
At first Barbie was too frightened to be hungry, but the promise of punishment unless she ate all her food proved an effective persuader.
He sat on a chair pulled up to the bed, spooning soup into her mouth. It was a slow and tedious process, but he loved every second of it.
He would hold the spoon carefully, taking pains not to spill any of the broth as he guided it to her open mouth.
He would insert the spoon inside her mouth. Her pink puckered lips would close on the spoon, and she would slurp the soup down.
It gave him a real feeling of power over her, to feed her in such a childish manner. He wanted to reduce her to helpless dependency on him.
Sometimes she would be careless, and the soup would spill on the bed, occasionally spilling off it to spatter of her soft pink flesh.
When the soup was finished, he wiped her mouth with a napkin. He forced her to drink a healthy glass of milk, a drink which she had hated.
But she drank it all down. She would obey him in small things, like drinking her milk, and she would obey him in large things sexually, for example.
It was the wonderful start of a brand-new relationship between father and daughter. Dad was taking his won back, taking control.
When the meal was done, he wiped her with a napkin, then took off her bib. That was when he locked the dog collar and leash on her.
Now that she was leashed, it was time that she took care of his needs, just as he so thoughtfully had taken care of hers.
He pulled downward on the leash. "Down, girl! Down, Barbie!"
Red spots of glowing color burned in her deathly pale cheeks. When he pulled on the leash, he bowed her head, and she had to climb off the bed.
She climbed awkwardly, since her hands were cuffed, and her sore bottom hindered and hampered her movements. She got down on her hands and knees.
Granger wore his robe. That was all he wore.
Clothes were a nuisance, unnecessary in the incestuous paradise he had created here.
He looked down at Barbie, groveling on her hands and knees. It was a supreme picture of degradation, one which he would always treasure.
At last his wayward teenage daughter was learning proper humility. Power filled him, making him exultant, causing his cock to swell and stiffen.
The robe hung open, so that the middle of his naked body was exposed. Barbie shivered as she watched his cock harden in front of her face.
It bobbed, jerked, spasmed, stiffened. Within seconds it had become a hard, thick erection, a vigorous member which sprouted from his hips.
He said, "I'm not quite finished with giving you your nourishment, Barbie. I've got something else for you dessert!"
"Daddy, please, don't make me do this-"
"Stop your tears and whining, little girl. They'll earn you nothing but more and stricter punishment. The era of permissiveness is over."
He ordered her to get on her knees-ordered her! Only yesterday, this haughty teen miss would have laughed in her father's face if he had been foolish enough to dare to give her even the slightest order.
Now the tables were turned, and the situation was totally reversed.
Here was no miracle. All that was needed to transform Barbie was willpower, cunning, and the judicious application of punishment.
And the fun Granger's fun (and Bill's, too) was just beginning.
It hardly seemed possible to Granger that his cock could get any harder. It was a throbbing rod of rigid red flesh eager for servicing.
Granger took hold of the bed chain close to where it was attached to the collar circling Barbie's neck. He pulled her to him.
She was on her knees now, where she belonged. She looked up at him fearfully, trying not to stare at the rod of flesh which twitched so close to her face.
Granger gripped his cock with his free hand. Moving forward, he rubbed his cock head against her soft flesh, her downy cheeks.
Barbie whimpered. Power surged through his throbbing cock. This was sweet! It was much better leaving Barbie ungagged so much more tantalizingly erotic.
"Give Daddy a great big sloppy kiss, right where it counts the most!"
Groaning deep in the back of her throat, Barbie puckered her lips and pressed them against the swollen cock head, making a wet smooching sound.
The contact of her lips on his cock sent his senses tingling with sexual fire. His balls were stiff and swollen, tingling with desire, with lust.
He nudged the fleshy tip of the cock against her lips. "Open wide, honey!"
Barbie parted her lips and opened her mouth. Only a few moments ago, he had fed spoon after spoon of soup into that quivering pink-lipped mouth.
Now the real fun would begin. He stuffed his cock head between her lips. He ordered her to lick and slurp and suck his cock head.
"I know that you can do it real good, Barbie," he said, "so don't disappoint me! Remember, I saw you sucking off your dyke girlfriend's dildo! You better do me with the same enthusiasm that you sucked that phony cock Ive got the real thing!"
Her puckered lips pressed the shaft of his cock below the rim of its head. The rest was in her mouth. Her tongue whipped the cock head.
Her tongue was a pink blur of motion in her mouth as it flicked and licked his cock head. He squirmed when she licked the little hole in the tip.
He inched forward, pushing in deeper Her hot wet mouth had superb suction as she worked over his rod of flesh. Thrilling sensations shot through his cock.
He said, "That's it, Barbie girl! Pretend that you're sucking a lollipop! Because that's just what you're doing sucking Daddy's lollipop of flesh!"
Saliva oozed from the corners of her mouth, wetting her trembling chin. He rubbed the swollen cock head against the slippery roof of her mouth.
He looked down, pleased at the sight of his red rod slipping inside her lips. She gurgled sickly as he stuffed the cock deeper into her throat.
He pulled on the dog chain, bringing her frightened face closer to him as he put his cock deeper into her mouth.
As she bobbed her head, moving her mouth up and down on his member, he loved the vision of her breasts jiggling back and forth.
His breath came faster, in grunting groans. His ass cheeks were tightly clenched. The flaps of his robe streamed and shook as his body moved.
As her head bobbed back and forth, her hair was agitatated, so that the tips of her soft hair brushed his hairy thighs when he pulled her close.
Between breathless gasps he rasped his instructions, hoarsely commanding her to be sure to swallow his come when he shot it in her mouth.
The smooth slippery insides of her lips massaged his red rod as it thrust back and forth, in and out. He always kept his cock head safely in her mouth.
As his orgasm threatened to break over him, he pulled her close and stuffed his cock deep. Her eyes widened as her mouth was penetrated.
His cock was holstered deep in her throat. It twitched and pulsed on her quivering tongue. He gripped her head, holding it in place.
He came inside her mouth. Semen was pumped from his swollen balls, up the rigid column of his cock, and spurted into her mouth.
The come splashed the soft tissues at the back of her throat. Her jaw and neck muscles flexed as she sucked and slurped, gulping it down.
The spurting semen was swallowed. It glided in thick liquid masses, sliding down her gullet. Daddy came hard, hot, and in heavy quantities.
He groaned like he was stretched on a rack of pleasure. He shook like a leaf in a storm. He gave a final shudder as his convulsions ceased.
He groaned with satisfaction. Erotic heat billowed up from his groin. He could hardly tell where the outlines of his cock ended, and her throat began.
He kept the cock holstered deep in her mouth. He idly toyed with her hair, absently twisting the strands into spirals, then watching them unwind.
At last he pulled his cock out of her mouth. Semen clung to her lips and chin. He saw come coating her pink tongue with a glistening covering.
His semi-erect cock dripped with saliva and semen. He wiped his member clean in her hair.
He gripped a handful of her hair and used it like a towel, rubbing the come and saliva clean from his cock, so that it matted the silky strands of hair.
He flopped down, sitting on the bed's edge, resting.
Barbie shifted uncomfortably, her face showing signs of strain. She sighed heavily, frowning and fretting, chewing her lower lip in agitation.
Finally she broke the silence. Her voice choking with embarrassment, she told her daddy that she had to attend a call of nature, and go to the bathroom.
This thrilled Granger the spectacle of his teenage daughter groveling on the floor on her hands and knees, telling him that she had to eliminate.
He got up. Of course she would be allowed to use the bathroom the laws of health and hygiene must be obeyed. Of course, he would accompany her.
She would not be permitted to walk to the bathroom she must crawl, on her hands and knees, part of her lesson in humility.
Later, when she had been sufficiently disciplined, and had demonstrated her new submissiveness and respect for her dominant daddy, he would think of restoring her privileges, or some of them But that was some time in the future.
He tugged on the dog chain. He told Barbie to get moving, unless she would prefer it if he spread newspapers in a corner of her room and forced her to do her business on them, like a dog, instead of being graciously allowed to use the bathroom.
Barbie crawled on her hands and knees. Her dangling breasts swayed from side to side, softly slapping the insides of her arms as she moved.
Her luscious bottom still showed a deep red glow. Blisters rose on the smooth surface of her thoroughly spanked ass cheeks.
Out of her bedroom into the hall, and down the hall to the bathroom. Barbie was further handicapped on the long crawl, since her hands remained cuffed.
When they were inside the bathroom, Granger leaned over his daughter. He hooked his hands under her cuffed arms and lifted her to her feet.
He lifted the plastic toilet seat lid. Barbie sat down on it. She gasped when he took a seat on the edge of the bathtub, facing her.
Timidly she asked if he wasn't going to leave. Granger smiled smugly as he shook his head no. He would stay here to watch her conduct.
If she was too embarrassed to properly perform her eliminatory processes, well, he would do something about that. But he was staying.
Barbie blushed with supreme embarrassment. Choking sobs filled her. Her soft breasts shook and joggled as she sniffled, squirmed, and sighed deeply.
Her face blushed as red as her spanked ass. She couldn't look at him, and he couldn't stop looking at her. He was thrilled by her humiliation.
She shifted and uncomfortably squirmed on the seat. Her round bottom rubbed the sleek white plastic, making soft squeaking sounds as she shifted.
There was nothing for her to do but give in. She planted her feet wide, opening her legs so Granger could see her pink-lipped pussy.
After some seconds, a few golden drops sprinkled from her pussy lips. She choked with supreme humiliation as the drops became a spurting stream.
Granger was delighted. This girl, who had hidden so much from her daddy when he was done with her re-training, she would have no secrets at all from him. Her privacy was a thing of the past, now that she was daddy's little slave daughter.
When the golden shower had run its course, and dribbled away into the last few drops, Barbie believed mistakenly that the worst was over.
She was wrong. Her father insisted on cleaning her himself, thus increasing her shame a thousandfold. But, as he pointed out, her hands were cuffed, and she wouldn't be able to take care of such simple duties as cleaning up after herself.
She was forced to rise and stand with her feet spread. Granger neatly folded a square of toilet paper and dabbed it between her legs.
When he was done, she was thoroughly crushed. The sound of the flushing toilet accompanied Barbie's dropping to her knees and crawling out of the bathroom.
Granger took her back to her own bedroom. His brain teemed with images of the delicious degradations he desired to inflict on her.
Still, he needed rest. He would put her in bondage. He cuffed her to the bed while he went through the house, gathering all the ropes he needed.
As he made ready, he thought that it was too bad that the little group of himself, Jack, and the deceased Lewis had broken up so soon.
What a time they could have had, breaking Barbie, bringing that haughty teenager to heel, and forcing her to sexually serve mature adult males.
But it was better this way. This way, he had her all to himself, and didn't have to share her with anybody else. She was his and his alone.
He thought of how Barbie had been when he spied on her from outside, when she writhed at the end of her lesbian lover's dildo.
She was a wanton, a corrupt little slut. He might not have minded her sexual amorality if she had only lavished some of that hot-thighed teenage love on her daddy.
But she had denied it to him, forcing him to take it from her. For that offense, she must be punished again.