Chapter 9
Daddy pulled his daughter's arm so that her hand was pressed up against the desired bedpost. He made sure that her elbow was locked in the straight position.
He then tied the rope around the bedpost and his daughter's wrist at the same time. It was clear that he no longer cared how much he hurt her.
As a matter-of-fact, it was becoming increasingly obvious that the man was relishing his little girl's discomfort, that he was deriving physical pleasure from her discomfort, just like a full-fledged sadist would.
He tied the rope around the little girl's wrist so tightly that Tina could feel the rough hemp biting painfully into her sensitive flesh.
The redheaded teenager could tell that the rope was going to leave an ugly red mark on her wrist, a mark that would linger for days even after the bondage was removed.
The little girl could feel a pressure at her left fingertips. She could tell that the rope was around her wrist so tightly that the circulation of blood to her hand had been completely cut off.
The teenager could tell without looking that the tops of her fingers were turning a deep purple color. In fact, she could tell that her left fingertips were turning the same shade of purple as the head of Daddy's stiff thick cock.
She could feel pins and needles in the tips of her dainty fingers-but Tina correctly assumed that she would not be able to feel those pins and needles for very long.
Tina could tell that her fingertips would soon be rendered numb by the stringent rope bindage the man was violently administering.
The same would be true of her fingers, and her entire hand. The little girl tried to wiggle her left fingers at their knuckles. She found that she could only do this with an ever-increasing amount of difficulty.
Her knuckles became stiffer and stiffer. The redhead knew that it wouldn't be long before she wouldn't be able to wiggle her fingers at all.
Her hand was to be rendered both motionless and feelingless by the bondage Daddy applied. The head of the bed was pushed flush against Tina's bedroom wall.
That meant that Daddy had to circle all the way around the foot of the bed to get to the other side so he could bind the other arm.
He took long strides as he moved swiftly around the bed. He moved with a surprising grace. An animalistic grace. Daddy looked, for all the world, like a wild jungle beast encircling his helpless prey.
That was just how Tina felt at that moment-like helpless prey. That was the way she wanted to feel. That was the way she ALWAYS wanted to feel.
Daddy tied her right arm back over her head just as tightly as he had tied her left. Soon she couldn't feel anything in her right hand either.
Daddy then moved to the foot of the bed. He jackknifed at the waist and reached down with straightened arms to grip both of his daughter's trim ankles simultaneously.
Then, with a single outward swoop of his straightened arms, he pulled her legs apart to a perfect ninety-degree angle. He looked very much as if he were making a wish over a human wishbone as he pulled his little girl's shapely gams apart in that manner.
Her pussy lips opened along with her thighs and her juice began to spill from her quivering quim immediately. Her cunt's scent filled the room.
He tied her ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. Her knees, like her elbows, were locked in the straight position. She could actually see her toes turning purple.
The rough hemp hurt the little girl's ankles, especially at the anklebones. She tried to wiggle her toes until she could no longer move them at all.
There!
It was done!
She was bound spread-eagled on the bed. She was tied up so stringently that she could not move a muscle. She could tense and relax her muscles-but she couldn't move any of them.
Tina discovered that the only part of her body that she could move was her head. She could lift the back of her head from her top foam rubber pillow if she wanted to.
She could turn her face from side to side if she had to also, but these movements took a lot of energy, more energy than they were worth, Tina concluded.
She correctly assumed that she was going to need all of the pooled energy she could muster before the S and M sex session was through.
The little girl could feel her clitoris' role as the center of her womanly pleasure being usurped by a new magic spot-a new focal point for her intense sexual yearning.
The new spot was deep inside Tina's tiny cunt, up past her cherry, in a spot where the diminutive teenager had never before been touched.
The new magic spot was on the upper roof of her inner cunt, not far from her cervix, not far from the mouth of her womb. She could tell that something splendid was going to happen when Daddy touched her there for the first time with the tip of his dick.
Of course, she knew she had a long way to go before that happened. Her thoroughly intact hymen had to be disposed of before she could think about pleasure.
Tina was astounded by the simple fact that she was looking forward to having her cherry popped in spite of the pain she knew it would cause. That was because, for one thing, she liked pain, and for another, she knew that each and every twinge of her cherry-popping's pain would be more than worthwhile in the long run.
This pain would open up for Tina a lifetime of exquisite physical enjoyment. She felt as if she were about to be graduated into womanhood by Daddy's cock.
The little girl felt as if something were about to be torn away from her-something that would never grow back. Not just her cherry.
But her childhood itself.
"Fuck me, Daddy. Please."
She was seething.
Her cunt was wet and sticky and smelled of her horniness. Her poontang reeked of her lust. Her cunt juice dripped from her gash in a steady flow.
Tina was making a big wet spot on her bedspread by this time. She could feel her clitoral foreskin being pushed high by her growing and vibrating clit.
There was a maddening itch of sexual desire in Tina's cunt-an itch that was demanding to be stretched. She yearned to writhe, yet she could not move.
She tossed her head a little and whimpered-making sounds in her throat about as wanton and needy as anything her Daddy could imagine.
Meanwhile, Tina was trying to imagine how far apart her inner cunt lips were going to have to open before just the head of his cock would fit inside her.
But there was no use in trying or her efforts were one-hundred percent futile. Tina's imagination failed to conjure such a gaping image.
The little girl tried to imagine how far into the soft tissues of her underbelly the tip of Daddy's member would have to push before her gaping inner labia would have the honor of holding his fleshy sword at the hilt.
Again her mind was boggled with her aborted fantasy. She couldn't help but wonder if the man was going to tear her apart, split her in two, with his purple sword.
Daddy got up on the bed and stretched out on top of his little girl. For a moment the full weight of Daddy's upper torso crushed down upon the little girl's chest.
Her tits were pressed flat.
She was unable to breathe.
Tina found herself staring up at Daddy's Adam's apple.
"Oooooh, baby, you are gonna be so tight," Daddy said.
"Plow me deep, Daddy! Plow my cunt deep, Daddy!"
"I will, sweetheart-don't you worry about that!"
"Fuck me hard and fast. I want you to hurt me!!"
"I don't want to hurt you too badly," Daddy said.
"Yes you do, Daddy. I can see it in your eyes," she said.
"I have to-maintain-control," Daddy said evilly.
"Don't, Daddy. Be a beast. Be a wild animal, Daddy!!!"
"You know that I am going to make you bleed?" he asked.
"Pop my cherry like a cork out of a champagne bottle!" she said.