Chapter 3
It made Karen feel all warm and snug to wrap up in her black coat with the fur collar, though the car was warm enough. Daddy drove with his usual skill and confidence, and she felt so safe with him. Outside, people made their way along the sidewalks, their breath floating up in steamy billows. There was no snow yet, but the Christmas lights were up on most of the houses, and Karen felt the little-girl excitement that always came over her at this time of year.
"Golly, it looks cold out there," she said happily.
"The radio said it will get down to twenty-eight tonight," Daddy answered. "You stay inside until I come to pick you up, Princess."
Karen felt a lump of nervousness. She had put it off as long as she could, and now, with the school just around the next corner, she would have to ask.
"Daddy, would it be all right if I went out after rehearsal tonight? Just for a Coke. One of the girls in the play said she'd drive me home afterward. It's Lona Sanders, and she's a very good driver," Karen finished quickly. Then, before he could answer, she plunged on. "A lot of the kids are starting to think I have a big head or something. I mean, I have the lead in the play, and I've never gone out after one rehearsal with them."
"Princess, do you remember what I said when I let you talk me into this whole idea? I said that you could do the part in the play, but that's all. No going out afterward. You have a lot of work to do at home, and there's your homework to think about, too."
"Please, Daddy? I've kept up with my work, haven't I? I've never let anything fall behind."
"Of course. You're a very responsible young lady. But to keep up, and study lines and go to rehearsals, you've had to cut into your rest, and that could endanger your health, Princess. Rehearsal ends at ten-thirty, and I'll be here to pick you up." His voice was customarily firm, and Karen knew there was no use arguing the point. Anyway, he loved her and knew what was best for her. He always knew what was best.
"Okay," she said, feeling the same comforting safety she had always felt when he told her what to do. "I'll be ready."
Daddy pulled the car into the driveway in front of the high school gymnasium and braked to a stop behind a blue Chevy. The doors of the gym were closed, but the light crept out under them, and it looked so cheery and nice. Karen slid across the seat and kissed Daddy. There was no one around, so she kissed him on the mouth, deeply and lingeringly. Daddy's hand brushed her coat aside and slipped up under her miniskirt, stroking the inside of her thigh. Karen felt a flood of desire, and she broke off the kiss quickly, because this was no place to get something started. She put her hand on Daddy's leg and gave it a little squeeze. "I'll see you at ten-thirty," she said huskily, and slid across the seat and got out of the car.
As it pulled away, Karen stood watching the cheery red of the taillights. They looked like Christmas decorations as they dimmed into the distance, winking merrily as Daddy applied the brakes, then accelerated.
Tonight they would make love, she knew. The signs were all right for it. They both felt in the mood. That little session in the car had been a signpost, and a bit of stimulation, too. She felt an eager flush of anticipation, and she was glad it was so cold, because anyone who looked at her would think it was the temperature that had put the roses in her cheeks.
Her mind scampered back three years as she mounted the concrete steps to the gym. She remembered the first time they had made love, really made love to each other. It hadn't been a very pleasant experience for Karen, because it was seldom a nice experience for a girl the first time, and of course she had been pretty young. But Daddy had been watching her grow up, and he had decided that it was time to keep his promise and teach her those "other ways" he had told her about that first time he had allowed her to French him, when she had been seven years old.
She had noticed him looking at her rather strangely of late, and she wondered about it. He had given her a thorough physical examination just a month before, which she had enjoyed no end. It was such a nice, intimate thing, and his hands on her body had taken on a new significance over the past few years or more. She had begun to feel things, things in her body and nerves that she had never felt before. When Daddy let her play with him and French him, or when he touched her, or even looked at her, she felt stirrings in her loins that seemed new and wonderful, though at times they scared her with their power and ferocity. And as wonderful as the feelings were, there was a frustration in them, too, as though she had been given these feelings for something she hadn't completed, and didn't know how to complete.
She had been wonderingly aware of the changes that had been taking place in her body since she had been thirteen, the year before. Her little-girl chest had blossomed into breasts, and hair had grown between her legs. Daddy had bought her a book about feminine grooming, and she had begun to shave her legs and under her arms, and he had started to buy her things like perfume and pretty-smelling bath soap and bubble bath, which made her feel very grown up.
Then, one night, as she lay in bed, staring up into the darkness and waiting for Daddy to come and say good night to her, the door opened and she saw him standing there in his robe. She knew he wanted her to show him she loved him, because when he came to her room in his robe that was always what he wanted. He walked across the carpeted floor and sat on the edge of the bed. He turned on the lamp on her bedside table, and a cozy, shaded light pressed back the darkness. He leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, pressing his tongue over hers, and she felt those strange, wonderful/dreadful feelings again. Daddy pulled the covers off of her. She was wearing a yellow nightie he had given her for her fourteenth birthday just two weeks before, and she was glad she had decided to wear it this night, because she liked to be pretty for him.
Daddy stroked her cheek and her long blonde hair, and she felt a flood of tender warmth for him. He was so wonderful. He was the best daddy a girl ever had, or ever would have. He was so good to her, and so handsome. He was all she would ever need.
"Hi, Princess," he said softly.
"Hi, Daddy." She reached down in a gesture that was tender and playful at once, and dipped her hand inside his robe. He was naked under it, as he usually was. She found his cock, big and hard already, and she felt a sympathetic reaction to his excitement. It always excited her to excite him. She moved her fingers over the head of his prick for a while, smiling up at him happily; then she began to play with his balls. He sat and let her do as she wished for quite a while, but he made no move to get into position for her to suck him off. Karen was puzzled about that, and wondered for a moment if she had done something wrong, or had offended him, or had forgotten to do something she should have done. But he didn't seem to be mad at her, or disappointed in her. If anything, he seemed more excited than ever.
He reached down and cupped one of her breasts with his right hand. He felt her right through the thin nightie, and she felt her nipple harden and extend in his palm. He had taken to touching her like that lately, and she liked it, though the feelings confused her, too. She felt her breath come in quicker takes, and her body tingled and warmed all over. Daddy leaned down and kissed her again, and his hand crept up over the top of her nightie, then slid down inside, to cup her breast more directly, without the cloth between. That was an even nicer feeling, and more exciting. Karen was gasping now, and she didn't really know what was wrong. It scared her a bit, but then she noticed that Daddy seemed pleased by her state, so there couldn't be anything wrong with it, or dangerous about it. He would never do anything to hurt her, or allow anything to harm her in any way. So she let herself go, enjoying the pleasant sensations that were flooding through her body.
Daddy sat up again, and removed his hand from her tit. Karen felt a stab of frustration at the disappearnce of that hand, but she gave no sign. She could feel a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead, and there was sweat under her arms, too.
And other liquids were starting to make themselves known, between her legs ... liquids that flowed from inside of her. She smiled up at Daddy nervously, because she sensed that things were different now, that the game was about to take some new turn, and any change in her relationship with him was scary until she understood it.
"I love you, Princess," Daddy said, and his voice sounded strange and excited. His eyes looked a little strange, too, but they excited her. The way he was looking at her excited her.
He reached down and placed a hand on her leg, pushing the hem of the nightie back to give his hand access. His palm lay on her knee, then moved up a little. She was breathing more heavily than ever now, and those juices were flowing so hard they were starting to soak into the sheet under her. She felt embarrassed, as though she had wet the bed. And she wondered if her pretty nightie was going to be ruined. But Daddy seemed to be aware of what was happening, and he wasn't the least bit displeased with it. He shoved the nightie back some more, and she gasped with excitement. It was becoming difficult to get enough air into her lungs. Then he told her to sit up. She did so automatically, and he pulled the nightie out from under her fanny. She felt deliciously exposed, and she could tell that the sight of her pussy excited and delighted him. He pulled the nightie up over her head. Karen raised her arms so he could pull it off. Her hair tangled in it for a moment, then fell free in a burnished-gold cascade.
Her breasts were young and firm, little sprouts with pink tips that jiggled when she moved. She had been interested in them since they had started to develop, but now she was happy and proud of them, because she could see that they made Daddy joyous. She had begun to learn the pride of a woman in the ability of her body to give happiness to a man she loved.
Daddy tossed the nightie on the floor and pressed her onto her back once more. She lay there staring up at him, scared and nervous, excited and happy all at once. She didn't know what to do next, whether he wanted her to French him or not. But she decided to wait for his instructions. They were a while in coming. Daddy seemed content just to sit looking down at the open book that was her body, and she tingled with the feel of his eyes on her. Then his hand took up the exploration. He ran his fingers over the soft, smooth skin of her belly, and up to her tits, which he caressed lightly, cupping them and playing with them the way she had always played with his cock, and she found the feeling more lovely than she had thought possible. Finally he leaned down and kissed one of her boobs, his lips closing gently over her nipple.
"Ohhh," she moaned softly, suddenly embarrassed at the unbidden sound. It had just come out of her without any thought on her part. She was red all over, flushed with feelings she had never known before, at least not in this intensity.
Daddy kissed her other breast, playing with the first one, and suddenly Karen felt her body begin to twitch and move, and she couldn't seem to control it. Her body couldn't lie still any longer. It wanted to do something, and she didn't even know what it wanted to do. It was a hot, excited and urgent feeling, and it frightened her. But she didn't want to lose it, either. She had never felt this much of anything before. It was as though she had always been dead, or at best half-alive, and now Daddy had brought her to full awareness. Or almost full awareness. She felt, but she didn't understand. These things were incomprehensible to her, but she knew that if she were meant to understand, then Daddy would explain it all to her.
Daddy stretched out next to her on the narrow bed. His body was wonderfully hard and strong. It always made her feel so tiny and weak, yet so safe, when he lay next to her. He seemed to realize all at once that he hadn't taken off his robe, and he pulled the sash and sat up a little as he got it off. He was naked now, and the feeling of their naked bodies together on the confines of the single bed was simply wonderful, warm and comfortable. She reached down tentatively, still not quite sure of what it was he wanted her to do, and took his prick in one hand. She played with it, and saw from his reaction that she had done nothing wrong. He cradled her in his arms and she continued to fondle the cock lightly and expertly, using all the techniques she had learned and developed in seven years of playing the game with him. She was ready to go down on him, but when she started to move, he stopped her. He held her close, pressing his lips to her ear, and whispered. Karen lay in his arms and listened eagerly.
"Honey, it's time," he said.
She didn't understand. Time for what? What was Daddy talking about? Then, just before he went on whispering, she understood, and a thrill of white-hot excitement shot through her. It was like all the Christmases and birthdays she had ever known put together, and more besides. It was a kind of graduation. She was old enough, at last, to learn the other ways of pleasing him, and proving to him how much she loved him.
"You're old enough," he said softly.
"Oh, Daddy!" She gasped the words, eagerly, but then her brain failed her, and she couldn't think of anything else to say.
"There's something I have to tell you first, though," he went on. "I have to warn you. You know I love you very much, and would never do anything to hurt you deliberately, don't you, honey?"
"Oh, yes, Daddy, I know-"
"All right," he cut off. "But sometimes we have to be hurt at first so that we can be better later on. And this thing is going to hurt tonight. It's going to hurt quite a lot. You're young and you're new, and you're very tight. Now that's going to make it better for us in the long run, being as tight as you are. That's very nice. But right now it means that it's going to be worse for you, harder and more painful. Are you willing to go through some pain right now, to be able to do this new thing for me, and for yourself, too, later on?"
"I-". She was ashamed of her own hesitation, but his words had frightened her. Pain, was something she hadn't thought about. It hadn't occurred to her that Daddy might ask her permission to hurt her!
"You don't have to, honey. I won't do anything unless you say it's all right. I love you." But his hands were moving over her, gently urging, and she felt a fresh flood of that new excitement, coupled with greater shame at her hesitancy. Her own daddy would never hurt her if it weren't for her own good!
"I want you to know how much I love you."
"Are you sure? It won't be any fun for you this time."
"Do it, Daddy," she said, surprised at the stern determination in her own voice.
"All right, honey. I'll try to be as gentle as I can." Then he began to stroke her once more, his hand moving over her tits, his mouth joining in the stroking, then leaving off to move over her face and her throat and her neck. She felt that heat again, but there was no pain, nothing at all that could be called painful, or even uncomfortable. It was as good as before.
Then it was even better. Daddy's other hand moved down her side to her waist, then down to her naked hip. He moved it around in front of her, then down between her thighs. Strong, gentle fingers slipped down over the lips of her cunt, and suddenly the feelings she had known up to that point were just dim memories, just signs pointing the way to this new and incredibly exquisite feeling. Her body shivered violently under this new ministration. Feelings shot through her like electric shocks, and she cried out with the intensity of them. Pain! This was no pain! This was the most wonderful thing she had ever felt in her life. And she loved her daddy more than she ever had before.
He continued to stroke her cunt, his fingers moving over the sopping lips and occasionally dipping in between them to excite her and thrill her all the more.
"Uh! Oh, golly! Daddy! Oh, Daddy, I love you, I-I-I-" Her voice was almost incoherent, meaningless in the fragments of sound that it uttered. She was lost in this new feeling, lost and wrapped up in it.
Then Daddy moved down on the bed, and brought his mouth to a level with her belly. He kissed her abdomen, moving his lips over it lightly, softly, caressingly, and she trembled anew, the feelings of her body mixed with a new feeling of pure emotion, tenderness and love such as she had never felt before.
He moved his mouth lower, pulling her thighs apart. She cooperated readily, opening her legs wider for him, and his tongue licked at her pussy lightly. The experience was totally new to her, and for the first time she understood why Daddy had liked to have her French him. This must be the kind of feelings she had been giving him. It was a wonderful thing to do for someone you loved, and she was more proud than she had ever been before of all those times she had sucked him off.
Then he slipped his tongue in between the lips of her cunt, and stroked and licked anew, and she began to pitch and cry out with excitement.
"Mmmm! Mmmm! MMM!" she cried, her body curling like a burned twig around the exquisite burning pleasure of his mouth.
Then as suddenly as he had started, he stopped. She wanted to grab his head and thrust it between her legs once more, but she stifled the impulse. Daddy was the boss. Daddy knew what he was doing, and she would follow his lead as submissively as he wished. It was the way things should be.
He moved up alongside her on the bed. His body partly covered hers, the weight pressing her into the mattress. She liked the feeling. There seemed to be so many new feelings and so far she had liked them all. Where was all this pain he had warned her about?
"Now, lie still, Princess," he murmured. He moved over her, covering her, hovering above her body like some huge bird of prey. He placed his knees between her thighs, and she spread them wider to make room for him. Then he came down, moving his legs down past hers, straightening his legs and coming to rest atop her. It was hard to breathe for a moment, but she didn't complain. She felt smothered, delightfully possessed by this powerful body that lay atop her own. His cock was harder than a brick. She could feel it between her legs, but she didn't see how he was going to do anything about it. How could she suck it, in this position?
Then he raised his hips, and his hand fumbled for his prick. "This is going to hurt now, baby," he whispered tenderly. "You just lie still and I'll do all the work this time. You'll come to like it later. You'll just have to trust me and believe that, no matter how much it hurts this time. All right?"
There it was again, that talk of pain. She nodded dumbly, suddenly possessed by fear again. Daddy centered the tip of his cock between the lips of her pussy and inserted it a little way. The pain began instantly. She remembered Daddy's words about being tight, and now they made sense. He was pushing into her down there, and it hurt! His prick, swollen with excitement, was stretching her open, and she wasn't used to it. Her body was unable to accommodate him, and as he tried to push into her, the pain turned into a tearing, burning sensation that nearly drove her crazy.
"Oh! Oh, Daddy," she cried, only now the cries weren't expressions of delight. They were screams of pain.
Daddy stopped his thrusts, but he didn't draw out of her. She bit her lip, and her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, so tightly it hurt her fingertips and made her hands sore. But that pain was nothing compared to the pain in her pussy. It was so excruciating that it drove all else from her mind. Her face contorted with agony, and she wished more than she had ever wished for anything in her life that he would stop what he was doing, stop and leave her alone. She'd go back to blowing him; she'd do that all he wanted. Whatever this was supposed to do later, the pain was too horrible right at this moment for it to be worthwhile. "Daddy, stop!" she cried, but he didn't seem to hear her, and she screamed. He started to push again, driving his prick more deeply into her. She began to dig her nails into his shoulders again and nearly fainted with the pain. She wished that she could faint, that she could lose her own consciousness, and rid her body of this pain if only for a moment. But consciousness clung to her like some evil moss, forcing her to endure this thing. She couldn't believe that Daddy really knew how much he was hurting her, or he would surely stop. He never would have started in the first place.
"Stop, Daddy!" she cried. "Please, please, I can't stand it!"
He stopped the thrusts again. His cock was half-buried in her burning cunt now, and she was stretched and torn to such an extent that it felt as though she must split up the middle if he tried to stuff any more of his hard cock into her. She could feel hot fluid between her legs now, and she knew it wasn't that fluid that had pumped out before. It was blood. She was bleeding! Pain was joined by fear at the realization of her wounded condition. She cried out again and again, but it didn't seem to have any effect on Daddy. Finally, in desperation, she placed her hands against his shoulders and pushed, trying to shove him away from her. But he was stronger than she was, and with his weight pressing down on her, she could do nothing. She cried, shedding copious tears, but none of it seemed to have any effect on Daddy.
"Honey," he said finally, whispering soothingly into her ear, "this has to happen. Now just try to get through it the best way you can. Just try to stand it, baby." And he pushed more deeply into her.
She very nearly passed out then. The pain was so great that everything swam before her, and her eyes lost their focus. The bed and the room seemed to spin. Karen bit her lip and stifled another scream. Something in her ripped, and the pain and the blood seemed to reach a new high. Then Daddy made a harsh grunting sound that was ugly, like the growl of an animal, and she wanted him to vanish, to go away and never come back. She hated him in that instant, hated him and feared him and wanted nothing except peace and solitude and an end to this horrible pain, and this obscene bleeding....
But Daddy wasn't to be put off at this point. She could tell how excited he was, as excited as he had ever been when she had sucked him off, and maybe a little more so. She hated him all the more for his excitement, for finding pleasure in giving her pain.
He began to move in her then, his cock sliding in and out. The friction was excruciating, and she screamed again, no longer able to bite off the sounds that escaped unbidden from her throat. Daddy stopped for a moment and made soothing sounds in her ear. his hands caressing her gently, and she felt something of the old safety and tenderness in his ministrations. But the pain was too great to yield to any feelings of tender regard.
"Uhhh," Daddy groaned softly as his cock slid within her. She caught just a fleeting, tingling notion of the kind of pleasure he was feeling as something in her responded: just a fleeting granule of pleasure that was instantly smothered by the pain. Then she was biting her lip again, trying to keep from crying out. In desperation she closed her mouth on his shoulder and bit, bit down hard, until she could taste blood. She felt a savage joy in hurting him, a fierce revengeful feeling. But Daddy didn't even seem aware of the pain in his shoulder as he continued to fuck her, his body surging and pumping and driving his cock through her with greater speed and force, sending the pain through her in savage and agony-filled surges.
"Mmm ... Mmm ... Mmm," he moaned in time with his thrusts. The pain was beginning to dull at last, to turn from a biting and burning agony to a gnawing soreness that was still terrible but at least bearable. And so she became aware for the first time of other pains that had gone unnoticed so far. Her legs were sore from the rigidity of her muscles and the locked state of her knees. Her hands hurt from being clamped so hard on his shoulders. Her neck, her shoulders, almost every part of her tiny body was racked with bone-deep muscular soreness from the tension it had been sustaining. And of course that pain in her pussy was still there. She was bathed in sweat, and she could feel dried and caked blood between her thighs. But still Daddy's prick moved inside her with relentless and dogged rhythm, until she almost felt that this thing had no beginning and no end, and she had always been under his body like this, and always would be, forever.
"Uh!" Daddy's voice came out in a sudden yelp of emotion and sensation, and he tightened, his whole body tensing for just one moment. For that instant his cock stopped moving within her, but the respite wasn't long, and when it ended he thrust with greater force and quicker rhythm than ever.
"Oh, God, Daddy!" she cried, sure now that she would pass out, that this pain couldn't last any longer, that God couldn't be so cruel to her.
But it did go on, and Daddy's prick pounded her ravaged cunt with greater force than ever. He grunted more harshly than ever, and she suddenly realized what was about to happen. It hadn't occurred to her before, but he was going to come, as he had always done in her mouth before. He was going to shoot his juice in her down there, in her cunt, and then it would be over, and she could rest, and maybe even sleep....
Daddy came, and his fluids shot into her with the force of a firehose, driving up into her cunt hotly, almost shocking her, and already she felt relieved, even as the pain continued for brief moments longer. Daddy fucked her and fucked her; then his cock started to go soft, and his body, tired from all this activity, slackened its pace, then stopped moving.
He didn't lie on her afterward, but rose immediately. She had the feeling that he did it reluctantly, that he would have like to stay atop her for a while, but that he knew she was in considerable pain and he didn't want to hurt her any more than necessary.
He sat on the bed for a while, talking to her soothingly, petting her head and stroking her sore body; then he made her get up. She didn't want to, but he made her do it. He took her to the chair in the corner and had her sit there while he left the room. He was back a moment later with fresh sheets. While she sat huddled miserably in the chair, every inch of her an individual pain, he stripped the bed quickly and efficiently and put on the fresh linen, finally replacing the blankets and the spread. Then he came back to the chair and picked her up in his arms.
She lay against him, feeling safe and coddled for the first time since that awful thing had started. He laid her on the bed and pulled the blankets and the fresh, crisp sheet up under her chin. Then he kissed her on the forehead. "Now try to get to sleep, baby," he whispered. "I'll stay here with you until you drop off." Then, as though he had just remembered something, he pulled the covers off of her and rose and picked up his robe. He took a tube from the pocket and opened it, squeezed something onto his palm, rubbed it until it melted into a soft, oozing salve. This he began to spread between her legs and all over her shattered pussy. She jerked with pain as he reached for that part of her, but his hands were gentle and expert, and she finally relaxed.
"There's an anesthetic in this," he said. "It will help you."
Soon the pain started to dull and fade. It didn't go away entirely, but it lost a lot of its power over her in the next seconds. "Now go to sleep," Daddy said, and pulled the blankets up under her chin once more. He kissed her again, this time on the lips, but lightly, in a fatherly way.
"Daddy, do we have to do that any more?" she asked in a pleading little-girl voice.
"Don't worry about it now, Princess."
"But do we, Daddy? I didn't like it."
"I know that, Princess. But you will."
"I'll never like that, Daddy. Never."
"Now look, Princess," Daddy said, and his voice was suddenly firm. "I told you it would hurt a lot, but you said that you loved me enough to put up with it. I told you that you didn't have to do it, but you said you wanted to. Now there's no turning back. We've started something, and we're going to go through with it. And you will learn to like it. It will become the best thing in your life. I know you can't believe that right now, but you're just going to have to trust me. I love you, baby, and I'd never lie to you. You're my little girl, and you'll always be my little girl. Always. And this is something we'll share from now on. But you have to learn. You have to be broken in. Every young girl has to be broken in. It's part of growing up. You've started younger than most of them, but you'll get used to it younger, and enjoy it longer, for that very reason. Now just trust me."
"Daddy, please. I'll do that other thing for you, the way I always did it before. I'll do it any time you want. But isn't that enough-"
"We'll do that, too, honey. But we'll do it this way also. Now, there won't be any more talk about it. This is one time you're going to have to take my word. I'm going to tell you what to do, Princess, and you're just going to have to do it."
"Yes, Daddy."