Chapter 8
It was August.
The weather was hot.
Sticky.
Tina's Mommy, on this particular Sunday, began drinking early, even earlier than usual for the boozy woman. By three in the afternoon Mommy was dead to the world on the living room couch.
"The woman needs help," Daddy said.
"You're the only one who can help her," Tina said.
"I don't know what to do," Daddy confessed.
"Are you going to let her destroy erself?"
"What should I do? Commit her?"
"Get her to a clinic or something."
"I've tried. She won't go. She has to want to help herself. She has to take the first step," Daddy said.
"I don't want to talk about Mommy anymore, Daddy," Tina said.
"What would you like to talk about, pumpkin?" Daddy asked.
"Sex," Tina said, her eyes once again twinkling.
"I had a feeling that was what was on your mind."
"How could you tell?" Tina asked, raising an eyebrow.
"There was something about the expression on your face."
"Well, it's true. I keep thinking about that day in the John."
"It was nice for me too," Daddy said in a whispery voice.
"You remember you told me I was too young to get fucked."
"All too well," Daddy said, his chest heaving with a sigh.
"Why do you say it that way, Daddy?" Tina queried.
"Because I have regretted it ever since," he said.
"Really! That's great. I still have my cherry and I want you to pop it!"
The grown man and the little girl moved toward one another, not far at all from the prone and unconscious form of his wife, her mother.
"I was afraid that I had blown it," Daddy said. "I was afraid that I had missed my opportunity to be your first real lover Thank God you waited."
"Can we do it now?"
"OF COURSE!" Daddy exclaimed loudly and enthusiastically.
"But, there's something else too, Daddy," Tina said.
"What is it, pumpkin," her old man asked quietly.
He brushed her smooth cheek with his fingertips lightly.
"It's kind of hard to say. I don't know how you'll react."
"I don't mind if you are having your period, if that's what's troubling you."
"No, that's not it-but that's nice to know, Daddy'., she said.
"Then what is it? Come on, sweetheart. Spit it out," he said.
"I want you to tie me up before you fuck me, Daddy."
"You're kidding!"
"Nope. I've been reading about bondage and discipline."
"I think you know more about this than I do," he said.
"I need to be rendered helpless, and totally vulnerable."
"You are sure about this?" he asked. She noticed he was panting.
"It looks to me like you like the idea too, Daddy," she said.
"I don't dislike it as much as I thought I would," he said.
"I want you to treat me rough, Daddy. Use me. Fuck me."
"I have to think. What will I use to tie you up?" he said.
"There is rope out in the garage," little Tina suggested.
"Right! Go get it and meet me upstairs," Daddy said;
"You wanna do it in the master bedroom?" she asked.
"That seems like a sin, with Mommy here and all," Daddy said.
"You're right. Besides, my bed has bedposts," Tina said.
"What difference do bedposts make?" her loving father inquired.
"It will make it easier for you to tie me up," she exclaimed. She then wiggled her little ass and ran out to the garage to get the rope. Daddy walked upstairs with a slight limp. It was hard to walk with his boner raging inside his trousers.
By the time the little girl got to her bedroom with the ropes her father had gotten out of all of his clothes. It was only the second time she had seen him in the buff;
She stared at his cock for a moment and then began to undress herself. It didn't take her very long to get naked because she had not been wearing very much in the first place, it being such a hot sticky day and all.
Her pussy became thoroughly engorged with the hot blood of her feminine arousal. Her pussy as soaking wet with juice. Her clit was so swollen it felt ready to pop.
While she had been away Daddy had felt some troubling emotions bubbling up inside of him. His daughter's request for bondage and abuse had kindled a spark within him. He could feel a side of himself emerging that he had not previously known existed.
He could feel the sadistic part of him emerging full-blown. He was breathing very hard and there was a wild look in his eyes that Tina could not remember ever seeing before.
The little girl pulled both of her foam rubber pillows out from under her covers and placed them on top of one another. She punched the top pillow with a tightly clenched right fist to make an indentation for the back of her head.
The little girl stretched out on her back on the bed and pushed her feet toward the foot of the bed-keeping her trim ankles and smooth knees close together.
"Tie me tight," she said.
"You want it, you're gonna get it," Daddy said, smacking his lips obscenely. He grabbed her by her left wrist so tightly that she felt as if she were caught in a bear trap or something. She could feel his fingertips digging right into her wrist flesh.
He was hurting her.
She liked it.
He liked it too.
The man then pulled the little girl's left arm back over her head toward the head of the bed viciously. He yanked her arm so hard that she squealed with pain and tears welled in her eyes.
Just as the first droplets of saltwater dripped from the ducts at the inner corners of her eyes, the first droplets of cunt juice oozed from the base of her needy twat.
The man pulled the little girl's arm so hard that she half-expected to hear the bones snapping at her wrist or elbow at any second. He yanked her arm so hard that she feared he was going to yank her shoulder right out of its socket-and she loved every twinge of pain the man gave her.