Chapter 1
The twin-engine Sikorsky 108 circled twice and then hovered like a huge moth in the stifling night air. The white stone mansion was on the highest of the hills overlooking Athens and from each of the long, terraced balconies it was possible to look down on the Parthenon in the distance. The helicopter landing pad was on the roof, surrounded by the garden with its illuminated fountains and wide pebbled pathways running between the most exotic and expensive plants in the world.
As the huge, black aircraft with "Hellenic Airways, painted in white letters along the "side hung in the crossbeams from the landing pad searchlights waiting for the signal to set down, the silver-haired man sitting in the mahogany-paneled office in the center of the craft was talking to London by private telephone.
"Fuck that!" he said forcefully. "And fuck them! Wildcat strikes are their problem, not mine. They signed a contract promising delivery of twenty-five supertankers by the end of the fiscal year and every day they're late-mind you, Tony, every day-it's going to cost them one million pounds sterling."
His English was heavily accented and the inflections of his native Greek was even stronger when he became excited, which was rare. He was not excited now; he was putting on an act for the man on the other end of the line. Despite the harshness of his tone he was smiling and thoroughly enjoying the enormous Monte Cristo which he was smoking. It had come from his private humidor at Dunhill's in London and it was his fortieth of the day.
"No, Tony, I'm sorry. Not two weeks, not two days, not even two hours," he said, shaking his head as if to enforce the edict. "As per contract. That's it. Now you go and tell them that and tell them they've been wasting their time and money taking you to all those imagine restaurants because nobody decides what Pericles Vassilikos does but Pericles Vassilikos. You remind them that you're just an employee, an errand boy, who does what I tell him to and that you got nothing to say about extensions and concessions. And while you're at it you better remind yourself of the same thing."
He slammed the phone down and grinned broadly to himself.
Those poor limey bastards, he thought to himself. They were so fucking hot to get that contract they didn't stop to realize they could never make the completion date. Now he had them by the balls and he was going to squeeze. All of the ass-holes they're used to dealing with are too polite. A few drinks and an expensive lunch and a phone call and sure you can have an extension and fuck the stockholders, they're the ones who'll be paying for it. Well Vassilikos Shiplines had only one stockholder who owned everything-the tankers and the airline and the real estate and all the rest-and he wasn't going to get fucked by anybody. He never had.
He felt the huge Sikorsky descend and come gently to rest on the rooftop landing pad of his estate house. As he climbed out of the helicopter and came down the carpeted staircase that had been rolled to the doorway for him, he returned the salute of the uniformed pilot and his crew members.
"Nice flight, boys," he said, nodding. They looked relieved.
He crossed the garden on his way to the upstairs gymnasium and pool, and had he cared to, he could have looked down at the grim, dimly-lit Athens slum where he was born and lived until he was twelve years old.
Maria was seventy-five and had taken care of him as a child while his mother worked. Later, when he had become a millionaire at the age of twenty, he had found her and brought her to live in his house and manage his servants. His mother was long since dead and his father was somewhere in America. He didn't care where. Since then she had looked after his children and since the death of his wife had been like a mother to them.
The old woman's wrinkled face was set and immobile but her eyes betrayed her.
"Where is she?"
"In bed. Asleep," Maria said, not looking at him.
He could hear the helicopter on the roof taking off again as he strode down the hallway toward his daughter's bedroom.
"You don't believe me!" Maria shrieked as she followed him, plucking at his elbow like an old chicken. "What a wicked man you are to think I would lie. I tell you she's in her bed. Leave her alone. You'll wake her and she needs her rest. She's only sixteen. If I wasn't so old I would box your ears."
He threw open the door despite the old woman's feeble attempts to throw herself in front of it and block him. His daughter's bed was still made-up and empty. He switched off the light and closed the door.
"It does no good to try to protect her, you old fox," he said to Maria. "Is it the same one? Nomikos?"
Maria shrugged her thin old shoulders wearily and nodded. He looked at his watch. Nearly midnight. He headed for the broad, winding staircase leading to the floor below.
"What are you going to do?" Maria asked.
"Wait for her in the study," he said. "You get to bed. If I catch you listening I'll have you put in a home for old crones where you belong. Then you can screech to your heart's content all day long."
"I don't care how old I am. It doesn't matter if I am at death's door. If you talk to me in such a manner Pericles Vassilikos I'll get a stick and give you the beating of your life," she raged at him from the landing, shaking her bony old fist. "Times have changed. Parents are more liberal with their children now and there's nothing you can do about it."
"Be quiet and go to bed!" he shouted up at her from the bottom of the stairs. He was losing patience. "I forbade her to see that penniless young bastard again."
"You were once penniless, if you'll remember," she taunted.
"At his age I had nearly a million dollars in my pocket," he said.
"If you give her a whipping you'll hear from me," she said.
"All right. So I'll hear from you!" he raged. "What do you expect me to do when she defies me like this, give her a peck on the forehead and a pat on the bottom and send her up to bed? It is time she learned that in Greece daughters obey their fathers and I don't give a shit what she reads in those French and American magazines she's forever got her nose buried in. She's going to obey me or I'll send her to a convent and she can obey a ruler across her hand!"
"Ha!" the old woman cackled. "You're in love with her yourself, you wicked man, and you're eaten up by jealousy because she dares to go out with someone her own age!"
"Will you get to bed, you toothless old serpent!" he shouted, starting back up the stairs toward her, taking the steps two at a time.
His accent was very pronounced now and his coal-black, slightly-slanting eyes were fiery with emotion.
"All right, I'm going to bed," Maria said, retreating down the hallway. "But if you hurt her I'll cut out your heart."
"I'm just going to talk to her," he shouted after the old woman, suddenly ashamed by his outburst. As he walked down the curved stairway again he took the folded white handkerchief from his breast pocket and mopped his brow.
He had been gone for less than a week and already things in the house were falling apart.
And with the wedding less than ten days from now.
He left the lights off in the study, mixing himself a drink by the light that came through the windows from the floodlamps outside which illuminated the vast grounds and discouraged trespassers.
From the chair by the window he could see nearly all of the winding drive which led up from the electric gate to the house.
He sat in the dark and sipped his drink and waited.
"Don't be so nervous, Stavros," Tina Vassilikos giggled. "My father's in Italy and won't be back until tomorrow."
"Who's nervous?" the black-haired boy said. "I'm not nervous."
Stavros Nomikos knew he was walking a tightrope. If he could manage to keep on seeing Tina and at the same time stay out of her father's way and avoid his wrath until she was old enough to marry, he would be a very wealthy young man in a few years and he could quit the boring job he held as a clerk in his uncle's dry goods store, giving his uncle a good kick in the pants as he walked out of the door for the last time. But his plan required extreme care and caution.
His conscience didn't bother him in the least. In his way he loved the gorgeous, black-haired, full-bodied sixteen-year-old sitting next to him in the car. As she snuggled up against him her skirt rode up over her firm, luscious thighs, exposing the velvety skin above the tops of her tinted nylon stockings. The garters that kept the nylons in place had tiny ribbons on them and the thin black straps leading up her legs and under the hem of her skirt to her garter belt were stretched taut against her silken flesh. He knew that just out of sight, in the shadowy area between her thighs, was the diaphanous crotch of her see-through bikini panties which she had allowed him to caress under the table in the dimly-lit restaurant booth they had shared at dinner. Now he was tense with anticipation at the prospect of putting his hand there again and fondling the springy black mound which the thin strip of sheer nylon barely contained. He reached out for her.
"Will you promise to stop when I tell you to!" Tina asked, holding him at arm's length.
"I promise," Stavros said huskily, sliding across the seat toward her and putting his hands under her skirt and running them deliciously up the sides of her nylons until the stockings ended. His hands continued until they were around in back of her, slipping inside the elastic of her panties and easing down over her wide, firm bottom.
"Oh, Stavros, darling," she moaned, thrusting her swelling breasts against him as he drew her closer. "I love you so much."
"And I love you, Tina," he whispered. "But we could both enjoy being together so much more, we could both love each other so much more, if you would let me fuck you."
"Oh no, Stavros. I must be a virgin when I marry, you know that. Please be patient darling, it won't be too much longer."
"But I'm a man! I must make love or I'll get sick. I've got to have relief," he said. "And you're only sixteen years old. It will be years before your father will allow you to marry. I can't wait that long."
"Who said you have to wait that long ... for relief," Tina said, smiling mysteriously as she reached down between his legs and found the zipper of his pants. "There are other things besides fucking."
He trembled and his throat felt dry as she eased the zipper open and pushed aside the fly-front of his shorts to release his stiff, throbbing cock.
"Oh look," she laughed as she began to run her soft fingers up and down the length of the rod. "It's like a flagpole and it's already sticky at the end. You must be especially horny tonight."
"I am," he whispered huskily. "For you."
Suddenly he tore out of her arms and pulled back to the other side of the car, pressing against the door on his side. Tina looked at him in astonishment until she heard the low, rumbling growl through her rolled-up window.
A brown and black German Shepherd dog had his paws up on the window and his teeth bared and was snarling through the glass, his fiery red eyes focused on the badly frightened Stavros who huddled wide-eyed and trembling behind the steering wheel.
"Oh it's only Bruno," Tina laughed, starting to roll her window down.
"No don't!" Stavros cried. "Don't roll the window down. He ... he'll kill me!"
"He won't hurt you," she laughed, reaching out and stroking the back of the huge dog's neck. "Look, he's gentle as a baby."
The animal was nuzzling her arm with his enormous snout and licking her hand as she petted him. His growls had become a panting whimper and he pawed the window sill of the car, clicking his great claws against the metal.
"He wants to get in," Tina said.
"No!" Stavros said, putting his hand on her arm to stop her from opening the door. When the dog saw him touch her his ears flattened against his head and he let out a low, warning growl. "For Christ's sake, send him away."
"He wants to go for a ride," Tina laughed.
"Tina," Stavros said with as much anger in his voice as he dared to display while the dog could hear. "Will you please tell him to go away?"
"Bruno!" she said, her voice softly commanding. The dog whined in response. "Go home boy. Go on."
Obediently the dog dropped his front paws to the ground and loped back up toward the main house.
"It must be after one," she said, rolling up the window. "I shudder to think what I'd get if my father knew I was out this late. It's all right, though. Maria will lie for me if he calls from Rome."
Even though she thought her father was not in the house Tina had made sure they parked in the one curving stretch of driveway that couldn't be seen from the house. Sometimes even Maria peeked and she didn't want to be scolded in the morning.
"Look," she laughed, "Bruno scared you so badly your thing went down."
"I wasn't frightened!" Stavros said indignantly. "I just didn't want to have to hurt the animal in case he attacked."
Even though she loved Stavros Tina felt that he took himself far too seriously. She would have to instill a sense of humor like her father had in him after they were married. Still, it was good to feel his warm, strong hands caressing the cheeks of her bottom again and she ran her hand rapidly along the length of his hardening cock as they resumed their petting.
"You can finish in my mouth, if you want to, Stavros darling," she said, leaning down and taking his nearly-stiff shaft between her lips. He kept his car immaculate and she knew how worried he was about getting the upholstery dirty. Also, she had learned to enjoy the almondy, slightly salty taste of the thick creamy fluid that shot out of him when he came, and she found that when she swallowed it she felt like she was swallowing part of him and it seemed to draw them closer together.
He felt his breath start to come in gasps as she rotated his hips and arched his back, driving his rod as far into her warm, soft, wet mouth as he could, feeling her tongue massage the throbbing length of him as her lips slid up and down the eager shaft.
Suddenly he took hold of her shoulders and lifted her up, kissing her violently, smashing his lips against hers and feeling her respond with quivering passion. His whole universe seemed to rest in the thatch of forbidden black fleece between her fleshy thighs and then he was burrowing into her crotch, forcing her legs apart with his head and working the narrow strip of nylon that covered her soaking vulva lips to one side with his probing tongue, pushing the tip into the tight wetness of her vagina as she pressed her pelvis frantically against him. He sought out the pulsating stiffness of her clitoris and as he drew the rough edge of his tongue back and forth over it he felt her shudder and moan and widen her legs so he could bore more and more deeply inside her. Her body responded with instinctive female intensity to the erotic assault despite her pleas for him to stop.
"No, Stavros. No, we mustn't," but she made no effort to push him away, clutching his hair instead and pulling him tighter against her steamy, soaking vaginal crevice.
Now he straightened up and looked directly into her eyes. They were wide and black and frightened as she realized what was going to happen. They had gone too far to stop and she could feel the insistence of his trembling rod, probing like a shaft of steel into her stomach. Even so she pleaded with him.
"Please stop, Stavros. Oh please don't. You know I've never had a man before. I'm a virgin. You'll hurt me," she whimpered as his fingers took hold of the hem of her panties and tried to pull them down over her bottom. She spread her legs and tried to push him away, using the last ounce of strength and self control in her body. Then he brought his fingers around and hooked them through the strip of thin nylon that ran between her thighs, tearing it as easily as if it was made of paper.
He could smell her fragrance now, filling the car and driving him wild with desire for her. Without the crotch of her panties to protect her she had quickly closed her legs, pressing the thighs together to prevent him from pushing in between them. Cruelly he drove one knee between the flexed muscles of her legs and opened them by sheer brute force, heaving his body against hers so that he was against her pelvis, the head of his penis frantically probing the wet hair of her pubis seeking the warmth of the opening it wanted to penetrate.
She began to whimper and then gave in completely to him and to her own driving need to have the enormous length of him deep inside her. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his steel shaft, guiding the head of it to the pulsating threshold of her pink, swollen vulva lips and holding it there for a final moment before taking him inside her.
"You'll have to marry me," she whimpered in his ear, holding him back with all her rapidly declining strength.
"Yes," he said, urgently pressing against her hand. "Yes."
"Say it!" she insisted, managing to hold off the assault of his driving rod for an instant longer.
"Yes, yes," he cried. "I'll marry you. I swear on my mother's life."
Satisfied, she eased his red, swollen knob urgently into the tight, glistening, clutching mouth of her vagina and felt the virgin lips close around the penetrating length of him as he collided with the springy membrane wall of her hymen, straining against it until it broke and the length of his shaft slid into the depths of her, impaling her like a sword.
He heard her give a sharp cry of pain as he tore through the soft, tight walls of her vaginal tunnel, but her fingernails dug into his back as she urged him further in. He could feel the warm, fresh blood from her violated maidenhead seeping out around the base of his vibrating shaft and as he drew back for a second stroke the tender muscles of her womb closed after him and tightened in anticipation of another thrust.
"Am I hurting you?" he said. "Yes," she murmured, clutching him. "But don't stop."
He could feel her thighs drawn tightly around his waist and her whole body was stiff and tense as she clung to him with the strength and erotic urgency of a young animal.
Now he held his penis between the lips of her vagina, feeling the suction as they instinctively sought to draw him back in, and as he plunged forward again she cried out and her womb muscles wrapped around his penetrating rod, clutching it like a clenched hand as it pushed between them.
Now he began to go in and out of her with rhythmic regularity, his knees on the seat cushion of the front seat with Tina wrapped around him, clinging to him, the seat of her panties barely brushing against the upholstery as she moved in time to his thrusts. Then she felt him shifting around under her and she shifted with him, twisting over on top of him until he was sitting in the passenger seat and she was on top of him, straddling him with her legs as he continued to pump up and down and his rigid shaft stroked back and forth through her velvety vaginal lips.
"Oh darling, it's heaven having you inside me. I never thought it would be so marvelous," she moaned, biting the soft flesh of his earlobe.
"I'm fucking you, Tina," he said, his voice hoarse and husky. "Do you feel me fucking you? Do you feel my hard cock moving in and out of your soft, virgin cunt?"
"Oh yes, Stavros," she purred, "you're filling me up. It's as though you're too big for me and I'm straining to take you. It's better than sucking your thing with my mouth. It's tighter and it hurts more but I love it."
"Oh my sweet," she said, thrusting against him, impaling herself, then raising her buttocks in the air and withdrawing. "I love the feeling of your big, hard, throbbing cock inside my soft, virginal cunt. I adore the feeling of you moving inside of me against the walls of my womb and I can't wait to have you spurt your hot white juice in my cunt just the way you do in my mouth."
"No, my darling," he said, excited by her words and slamming his pelvis against hers even harder than before. "I can't come inside you. You might get pregnant."
He was well aware of what Pericles Vassilikos was capable of doing to any man who impregnated his daughter, and even now, near the height of his passion Stavros had enough of a sense of self-preservation not to take so reckless a chance.
"Oh please," she said. "I want to feel you burst inside me, like a broken dam."
"No," he said, breathing so hard he could barely be heard. "Are ... are you ready to come?"
"I don't know, Stavros," she said. "I've never been fucked before."
"I ... I don't think I can wait ... for you..." he mumbled, arching against her, feeling the irresistible flood of lava-like heat building in his loins and rising.
"But, I don't know what to do," she said.
"When ... when I pull out of you, take my cock in your mouth and I'll shoot off the way I always do," he said, straining to get the words out, Ducking against her.
"But Stavros . ... " she began. She felt rushed, unsatisfied. She wanted him to stay inside of her, not to pull out and come in her mouth.
Then she felt his hands gripping her hair and his penis tearing out of her, leaving her vagina empty and unfulfilled, and he was forcing her head down between his legs, forcing his erection, wet with her virgin blood and the moisture of her womb into her mouth. She began to suck and formed her lips like a tight band around his vibrating rod but she wished he would let her go and come back inside her, penetrate her, stab her until the fire that had begun to rise in her crotch could erupt into the inferno she desired.
Now she felt him coming, felt the hot jet-like stream belch like cannon-fire from the head of his penis and cascade against the roof of her mouth and her throat. Dutifully she massaged the length of him with her tongue and drew the final drops of semen from him as she had always done, but as his rigid body relaxed and he began to gulp in air and his erection started to shrivel between her lips she felt oddly disappointed. She had lost her cherry; she was no longer a virgin; and although his first thrusting strokes had felt like a white-hot poker of searing pleasure, filling her and sending erotic flashes coursing through her body, something else, a deeper and more profound urge had been awakened and left unsatisfied.
She swallowed the milky juice he had spurted into her mouth and paused to lick and kiss his softening rod, then raised her head and pressed her mouth to his, forcing her tongue between his lips and tightening her arms around his neck.
"Oh Stavros, why didn't you come inside my cunt," she said plaintively. "I wanted to feel you flooding me."
"I couldn't, Tina. What if you had gotten pregnant? What would your father have said?" he cajoled.
"What could he say? We'd have to get married, that's all," she said simply. "Would that be so terrible?"
"Of course not, Tina, but still, your father...."
"One thing you will have to learn, Stavros, if you are going to be part of my family," she interrupted. "My father respects only those who stand up to him. That's why he and my brother have never had a meeting of the minds. My brother is a sweet, gentle boy and he is constantly trying to please my father instead of standing on his own two feet and saying what he thinks as I have always done. Believe me, it's cost me lots of whippings but now my father listens to me, sometimes anyway."
The thought of standing up to the stocky, powerfully-built, silver-haired Pericles Vassilikos sent a silent shudder through Stavros' body. No, it would be better to try to please him and to stay out of his way as much as possible, he thought to himself.
"Whenever we were to be beaten as children Nico would simply take his pants down and bend over and let my father whip him with his strap. But I would run and when my father caught me I would fight. He would simply pick me up, put me across his lap and pull my panties down himself and I would get the strapping anyway, but I think he was secretly glad that I showed some spirit and that is why I've always been his favorite," she said. "And that is what you must do. Stand up to him. Fight him."
"Still, it's better that you don't get pregnant," Stavros said. "Not now anyway."
"You're so stuffy," Tina laughed, mussing his hair affectionately. "But I love you and I'm glad I let you fuck me. But sweetheart, next time please try to wait until I come too. I feel sort of ... empty ... and nervous ... I don't know quite how to explain it but I know it can be better for me than it was."
"Tina," Stavros said, a little guilty for having failed to satisfy her. "It's late and my mother will be pounding at my door in the morning wanting me to get out of bed. You'd better go in now."
Tina felt a little hurt by his attitude. It was a special night for her, the night she stopped being a child and became a woman and now Stavros was worried about sleeping the next morning.
"All right, Stavros," she said softly. "Can you drive me up to the front door?"
He started the car and headed it up the remainder of the long driveway. He sneaked a glance at his watch. It was almost two a.m. and he was exhausted and secretly glad to be getting rid of Tina. Having been relieved sexually all he could think about was being alone in his own bed and getting some sleep.
"Good night, darling," Tina said, gently putting her arms around his neck and kissing him softly on the lips. She felt his hands move under her dress and cup the cheeks of her bottom through her torn panties. Then she got out of the car and stood on the wide marble steps as he drove back down the drive and stopped to let the electric gates open automatically.
As she stood on the steps under the clear, starry sky Tina felt an odd sense of disappointment. The red taillights of Stavros' car disappeared around a bend but she didn't feel the heightened sense of loss and longing she used to feel when he dropped her off and left. Was she getting tired of him? He hadn't even promised to call her in the morning.
She climbed the stairs and passed the row of classical marble columns which adorned the front of her father's mansion, pausing in the shadows of the entryway before going inside. She put her hand under her dress and ran her fingers through the furry crevice between her legs, feeling the edges of the torn crotch. Her vagina ached a little and she could feel the dried blood of her burst maidenhead, but aside from that she felt nothing. She wondered how it would have been if she could have had an orgasm this first time, if she could have felt the soaring, pulsating glory she had read about in some of the women's magazines she had had sent from New York and Paris.
She tiptoed through the long hallway after softly closing the massive wooden front doors. She didn't want to wake Maria, although she knew the old woman slept like a hibernating bear once she was in her bed.
She was nearly to the stairs when suddenly the door to the study was flung open and she was caught in the rectangle of light that came from it. Startled, she looked up to see the familiar figure of her father silhouetted in the open doorway, standing grimly with his short, powerful legs spread apart and his massive fists pressed against his hips.
"Tina!" he said, his voice cracking like a whip through the cavernous marble hallway. "Get in here! At once!"
"Y ... yes, sir," Tina said in a soft, trembling voice. She bowed her head and slowly entered the study, not looking up at her father as she passed him. Her mind was numb with fear and surprise and she tried to think of some way she could get out of the severe whipping she was afraid was in store for her.
She turned to face him as he slammed the door shut again and came toward her.
"Papa," she said, taking a step backward. "I'm too old for a spanking."
Her father crossed the room in short, quick steps and without breaking stride slapped her sharply across the face with his open palm.
"No, papa!" she screamed, putting her arms over her face as he raised his hand to slap her again. "I'll be marked for the wedding if you slap me."
"Well there's one part of you that won't be showing at the wedding," he said resolutely as he lowered his hand and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her to a chair. He put one foot up on the seat of the chair so that his left thigh was horizontal and threw her like a rag doll across it.
"No! I'm too old for this," she cried as she felt her dress being raised in back, high above her taut bottom.
She tried to flex her buttock cheeks for the blow she thought was coming but her father didn't hit her. Instead he muttered an oath in Greek and reached down to examine the fabric of her panties.
Pericles Vassilikos felt his body go stiff as he rubbed the torn crotch of his daughter's panties between his fingers. It had been ripped apart purposely. He didn't have to be told the reason; he had done the same thing himself on more than one occasion. As he stared down at his daughter's bottom, bent across his thigh, he noticed the bits of flaking dried blood in the diaphanous material of the underpants and a closer look revealed dark brown stains against the white skin of the insides of her thighs, just below the silken black thatch of her pubic hair and the tender pink lips of her young vagina.
Her toes were barely touching the floor and her tight stockings were drawn taught over the smooth skin of her legs. His immediate temptation was to take off his thick leather belt, double it over, pull down her ruined panties and flog the ample, breathtaking roundness of her buttocks until she begged for mercy and forgiveness for the terrible thing she had done.
But he could whip her later, whip her until she bled. He would send one of the servants to the hills in the morning to collect some birch switches and he would flog her lovely behind until it smoked, until she couldn't sit down on it.
Now he had to find out exactly what happened. He reached down between her legs with two fingers and ran them between her vulva lips. He felt her body shiver with excitement as she felt the friction of his fingertips against the glistening membrane. Then he brought the fingers to his nose and sniffed them.
like a bitch in heat, he thought, looking at the sticky moisture and seeing the fresh blood mixed in with it. The little whore had lost her cherry!
He jerked her roughly to her feet and stood her in front of him, head bowed and cheeks scarlet with shame because of what her father had discovered.
"So!" he thundered.
"Oh Papa," she sobbed, still unable to look at him. "I deserve a beating, the worst one I've ever had. Shall I go and fetch your big razor strop in your bathroom? I won't resist or yell. I'll even take my own panties down. Whip me until I faint if you want to."
"I'll whip you. Tomorrow I'll have some birches cut and I'll flay the skin off of that twitching little ass of yours so that you'll think twice the next time you feel like wiggling it under some boy's nose," he said angrily. "But now I want to know how it happened. Who was it who fucked you? Was it that little bastard Nomikos?"
She nodded and began to weep, putting her hands to her face.
"Didn't I forbid you to see him again?"
"We love each other. He's going to marry me. He promised," she said.
"When did he promise? When he had his hard cock between your legs trying to get it inside you?"
Again she nodded without looking at him, astonished at the accuracy of his perception.
"Of course, the lecherous little bastard. I'll take care of him. He'll never want to take that thing out of his pants again when I'm through with him," he said. "That's one ambitious young man who will be finished before he even starts."
"No Papa," Tina wailed, grabbing him by the shoulders and thrusting her tear-stained face against his chest, clinging to him. "You mustn't harm him. I love him and he loves me."
"Love! You're still a child. You don't know anything about love!"
As furious as he was with his daughter and as much as his paternal Mediterranean blood instinctively wanted to see her punished and contrite as was the custom in Greece, still he felt a conflicting warmth and tenderness for her as she pressed her young, firm body against him.
Good God, he thought, I hadn't noticed how big her breasts were getting. They feel like melons.
She pressed against him and clung to him, her pelvis pushing against his genitals, and he felt a heat building in his loins as she wept.
"Whip me, Papa. Punish me with the birches tomorrow," she whimpered plaintively, "but don't hurt Stavros."
He felt his penis begin to harden against her stomach and he was afraid she would be able to feel it through the material of his trousers. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and forced her to her knees.
"Get down on your knees and confess, you little bitch, and I want to know everything, do you understand?" he commanded.
"Yes, Papa," she said in a little girl's voice, her hands clinging to the backs of his knees and her head bowed. He grabbed her hair and roughly jerked it backwards so her face was tilted up toward him.
"Look at me. You can never fool me when I can look at your eyes. Remember that. I'll know the instant you're telling a lie or leaving something out," he said.
It was true. Whenever he had suspected her of being naughty all he had to do was make her look at him while he questioned her and he invariably knew when she was lying to him.
"Now, where did it happen?"
"In his car. Tonight, just before I came in. We were parked in the driveway," she said.
"Impossible. I was watching the driveway."
"There's a little part you can't see, just beyond the first clump of trees."
"All right," he said, cursing himself for not realizing that before. He might have been able to save her if he had seen the bastard's car parked.
"I thought you were in Rome and so when Stavros brought me back I thought we would be safe parking for a few minutes while he kissed me goodnight."
She paused, recalling the events in the car with growing shame.
"It ... it sounds worse ... than it was, Papa. I swear it," she said, tears welling once more in her beautiful black eyes.
"Go on," he ordered. "All of it."
"Stavros kissed me and begged me to let him make love to me."
"Is that the word he used?"
"He ... he said ... he asked me to let him ... fuck me," she stammered.
"The filthy son of a whore," her father muttered.
"He said he couldn't wait until I was old enough to get married because he was a man and he needed sexual relief. So I ... " She stopped, blushing furiously. "Oh Papa, do I have to say everything?"
"Everything!"
"I opened his pants and took his hard thing in my mouth," she said, blurting the words out as fast as she could.
"His hard what? " her father demanded. "What did you call it when you were with him?"
"His cock. I took his hard cock in my mouth and licked it and sucked it and ran my lips up and down over it until I felt the big round head getting all sticky and wet, and then he grabbed my shoulders and pulled his cock out of my mouth and he forced his head between my thighs. My panties were in the way but he pushed his tongue past the little piece of material over the crotch and stuck it in my hole. I was all wet down there and it felt so wonderful to have part of him inside me, and to have his head between my legs like that. He was tonguing me and kissing the lips of my ... of my..."
"Say it," her father commanded. "If you're old enough to fuck you're old enough to talk about it."
"Yes, sir," she said meekly. "He was kissing the lips of my cunt and then he sat up again and when he looked at me I knew we'd gone too far this time. I begged him not to. I said I was afraid he'd hurt me and that I wanted to be a virgin when I got married but he put his hands inside my panties and rubbed them over my bottom and then he tried to pull my panties down but I opened my legs so he couldn't get them past my hips. Then he put his hand down between my legs and ripped out the crotch. I closed my legs and held my knees together very tightly, as tightly as I could, but he pushed his knee between mine and forced them open and got in between them and I could feel his hard cock against my stomach and then against the furry path between my legs and then he was nearly in my hole, so I took hold of his cock and held it in my hand, to guide him so he would put it in the right place and also to hold him back until ... until.. "
"Until what?" her father demanded.
"Until he promised to marry me," she said.
"And why shouldn't the greedy, scheming little bastard promise to marry you? Don't you realize I'm worth over a billion dollars?" he raged, barely able to resist slapping her and trying to knock some sense in her. But it was more than that. As he looked down at her on her knees, subservient, contrite, her face stained with tears, beautiful and dark-eyed and smooth-skinned like her mother, he felt the strength of his full erection straining against the material of his trousers just a few inches from her full, pliant, apple-red lips, the lips she had put shamelessly over the throbbing cock of Stavros Nomikos less than an hour before.
"It's not like that," she wept. "He doesn't care about your money. He loves me."
"Then he put his cock inside your cunt?" her father said, his voice tight with emotion.
"Yes. He put the tip between the lips ... I was as excited as he was ... and he broke something inside and I felt myself bleeding and I knew it was my virginity, and then he went all the way inside me and filled me. Oh Papa, it hurt and I knew I was bleeding, but it felt so warm and so good to have his cock inside my vagina like that, so deep and so hard. Then he moved so that he was sitting down and I was on top of him and I kept raising my bottom up and down and then all of a sudden he pulled it out of me, his cock I mean, and grabbed my hair and stuck it between my lips again and he came inside my mouth and ... and I swallowed his hot juice."
"And that was all?"
"Yes," she said, thinking back. "Except. . . "
"Except what?" he said, looking down at his daughter kneeling before him.
"I ... I didn't really feel anything. It happened so quickly. He asked me if I was coming and I said I didn't know because I'd never been fucked before, but he said he couldn't wait and he was afraid he'd get me pregnant so that's why he pulled his thing out and put it in my mouth. It's not that I didn't feel anything, I mean, I loved the way his cock felt inside me and the way it filled me, but I didn't ... I didn't come the way he did and my body didn't shiver all over like his dad, and ... and ... I don't know."
"Not only did the little bastard fuck you and break your cherry, he made a mess of it and came too soon," her father said, shaking his head in contempt. "But he's right. If he'd gotten you pregnant I'd have cut his throat. He still isn't safe, the stupid little prick. Just because you pull it out before you come doesn't mean the girl can't get pregnant. I knew that when I was ten years old but I can expect a punk like that to learn what he's doing before he goes around sticking his cock into virgins."
"Papa, is there something wrong with me? Because I didn't feel anything, I mean?"
"No. Of course not. It just means he's ignorant and selfish," her father growled.
Tina threw herself against her father, wrapping her arms around his thighs and hugging him, her face pressed against his crotch.
"Oh Papa, I'm so ashamed for what I've done. Please forgive me," she cried.
He could feel her soft cheek against his thick, round, hard penis, and slowly, deliberately, she began to move her head, rubbing the side of her face against his pulsating rod. Then she turned slightly, so that her lips were against the rough, expensive fabric of his trousers, and he could feel the soft contours of her mouth against his hardness and the warmth of her breath coming through the material and bringing the heat he felt in his loins to a fiery peak.
Roughly he took hold of her arms and jerked her to her feet like a rag doll. There was an odd, glazed look in her eyes now, a strange, primal feminine look of building passion.
"Are you going to whip me now, Papa?" she said, her words irregular and excited. "Are you going to take my panties down and give me the beating I deserve? Don't make me wait until tomorrow. I need it now."
She was half-whimpering, half-moaning now, and her body was arching toward him as she tried to break free from his steel grip and press her pelvis against his.
"Papa, I didn't finish. I didn't come," she said, talking in a quick, jerky rhythm. "See what he did to me. Look and see if he hurt me. Please."
Pericles Vassilikos held his daughter at arm's length and realized she was in a state of semi-shock and very nearly hysterical. The emotional trauma of losing her virginity coupled with the surprise and shame of being caught had taken its effect.
He should send her to bed and let her rest. There was time enough for punishment and recrimination the next day, although he knew he wouldn't have the heart to give her a whipping in the morning. Damn that little pig, he thought. Why couldn't he have been man enough to hold back and let her have an orgasm?
"Papa, I'm worried. I'm afraid he hurt me. Maybe there's something wrong. I think I'm still bleeding. Oh you'll know, you're a real man. You'll be able to tell. Please, Papa," she said, her voice low and throaty and plaintive.
He had never been able to deny her anything she really wanted, even though he knew it was the wrong thing to do. So he pulled her close to him, wrapping her in his arms, then with one arm gently around her shoulders he guided her over to the huge leather couch which extended along the length of one wall under row after row of leather-bound first editions.
She lay down on her back on the luxurious cushions and he very slowly and carefully raised her skirt over her thighs, past the tops of her tight-fitting nylons and the garters with the tiny bows and up over her torn bikini panties and her simple teenager's garter belt, folding the hem under the band around her waist.
"Take my panties off, Papa," she whimpered. "I want to throw them away. I never want to see them again."
He slipped his hand inside the elastic of the ripped garment and slid it down over her bottom and past her round, pliant, woman's thighs and over her knees and ankles, tossing the flimsy wisp of material into a corner.
The only light in the room came from the large lamp on his desk, several feet away. He could see the sloping triangle of curly black fur that began several inches below her navel and narrowed as it extended to the tops of her creamy-white thighs, but the soft, mysterious crevice between her legs was in shadow and the suggestion of a moist, shining pinkness was all that was descernible.
He could hear Tina's heavy, irregular breathing in the silence of the room as she lay back against the deep leather cushions, her eyes closed and the tip of her tongue protruding slightly between her small white teeth like the tongue of a female cat.
She had spread her thighs open and as he knelt down beside her he could feel the tension in her leg muscles as she gave a soft, low moan. The fragrance from between her vaginal lips seemed to fill the room and her father's hand shook as he reached over to snap on the shaded lamp on the table at the far end of the couch. The lamp was at Tina's feet and its soft glow illuminated the area between her legs now, the band of soft black fur that surrounded and nearly covered the wet vulva lips and then disappeared between the cheeks of her plump bottom. In the light the velvety black patch glistened with wetness and he saw that tiny drops of sticky moisture were oozing from her vagina and spreading over the delicious flesh of her inner thighs.
She reached down without opening her eyes and spread the shining pink vulva lips with her fingers, exposing the dark, mysterious cavern which was still caked with her virginal blood.
"Look inside, Papa. See what he did to me. See if he hurt me. Oh why didn't I come? Is there something wrong with me?" she said, her voice so low it was almost a whisper.
Her father lowered his head between her spread legs, silently gulping in her musky feminine odor, fascinated by the way the delicate wisps of coal black hair around the pink crevice stuck to the smooth surface of her skin. It was all he could do not to lean an inch or so further forward and gently press his lips against the open, puckered, swollen membrane at the soft red mouth of her womb.
He made an effort to steady his hand as he slid two fingers inside the small, tight orifice and ran then around in a complete circle, brushing over the trembling stiffness of her clitoris. He felt her whole body quiver and jerk and could see that she had clenched the muscles of her buttocks and he felt her pelvis pressing forward against his hand.
As he peered inside her womb, between the gleaming walls of her vulva, she opened her legs even further, as wide as she could, and the folds of wrinkled skin in the furry, cherry-colored valley smoothed out invitingly and her vagina became a lovely, tantalizing mouth, demanding to be filled. She bent her knees now and drew her stockinged heels back under the cheeks of her bottom and he could see the sweet brown shaded circle of her anus, open slightly like a morning flower.
"Oh Papa, darling...." Her voice was low and melodious, and she seemed almost to croon the words. "He ... he didn't make me come . ... "
Then suddenly his mouth was pressed urgently between her thighs and she was tightening them against his cheeks and he could feel the nylon tops of her stockings against his neck. Instead of his fingers he had his thick, strong, tongue in her vaginal tunnel now, searching, teasing, massaging, soothing in the assured and experienced manner of an older man who is in complete control of his woman's erotic instincts.
Tina gave a series of short, sharp cries of pleasure as his tongue found her clitoris, touched it, then withdrew to let it harden even more and reach out to be touched again. Back and forth, over the tip of the tiny vaginal erection, he ran the rough red surface, drawing a fresh flow of vaginal juices which erupted over his lips and cheeks and chin as her strong young hands cupped the back of his head and tried to push his mouth even more tightly against her crotch.
Now he straightened up and reached across to her hip, rolling her over on her stomach and half off the couch at the same time so that her knees were on the carpet and she was bent forward over the leather cushion with her buttocks bent and spread apart in front of him. She leaned forward, letting him do what he wanted to with her body, pressing her cheek to the warm surface of the leather where her hips had just been. She had her eyes closed and seemed to be in a trance, her body limp, malleable and unresisting.
Quickly he opened the zipper of his trousers and let his enormous erection spring out like a freshly-shot arrow quivering in a target. He put his hands between her thighs and spread them even further apart so that her vaginal crevice was accessible and open, the hot, moist lips parted, waiting for him to enter them.
"I'll satisfy you, Tina. I'll show you how a real man fucks his woman. I'm going to bury my cock deep inside your perfect little cunt and then draw it back and forth so beautifully and tenderly that you'll shoot off like a waterfall by the time I'm finished," he whispered. "Oh Tina, darling, I love you and I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
Suddenly her head snapped up from the couch and she looked back at him with wide, frightened eyes, alert now, no longer under the hypnotic spell of her trauma.
"Papa," she said, her voice scared now. "No! You mustn't! I ... I just wanted you to ... to look...."
She began to sob and she drew her thighs together tightly to prevent him from plunging his enormous penis between her firm young legs.
"Tina, you can't deny me now," he said, panting. He was sweating and his voice was hoarse and rough with desire. "I've got to fuck you. You've let me come too far now."
"No! Oh no Papa! It's filthy for a man to fuck his daughter. It's ... it's ... unnatural!
But she could feel his thick, strong hands pressing between her thighs, parting them, and she was too weak and shaken to resist. like a child trying to protect her bottom from being swatted, she put her hands in back of her, palms out, trying to cover her vaginal opening.
He simply brushed her hands aside and she could feel the weight of him against her now, the bulge of his large, muscular stomach pushing against her buttocks and then the enormous, throbbing tip of his erection sliding down the wedge-shaped fissure between them as it frantically searched for her vulva opening.
She bucked against him but he held her fast and she could smell his sweat and the odor of tobacco on his breath as he bent forward over her, mounting her; and then she screamed as she felt the huge knob at the head of his shaft push between the lips of her womb and plunge inside her, sliding past her sleek, membranous vaginal walls and raking across the tender head of her clitoris.
The hardness of his cock filled her completely, more seemed to overflow inside her and she felt her womb begin to breathe, inhaling and exhaling, enveloping the choking shaft that impaled her.
Now he withdrew to the lips again and pushed back in, sliding and slipping like a tongue in a mouth, and she could smell the hot, heavy odor of the two of them, of sex, of his sweat and her vaginal juices as he came out and thrust in once more. Despite her fear and loathing for what was being done to her she started to respond by pure instinct, slapping her bare buttocks back against his stomach and clenching the muscles of her vaginal tunnel against him like the walls of a rubber suction cup.
"Oh Papa, what are you doing to me? I love the feeling of your cock inside me but it's sinful and we'll be punished by God for fucking this way. Oh please, for my skae, stop," she moaned, still trying feebly and weakly to break loose from his grip and free herself from his on-laught.
"No, Tina. No. You'll see. It will be the most glorious thing that ever happened to you," he moaned, plunging in and out of her now, in and out, the thickness of his rod filling her each time. "I'll show you how good it can be. I won't leave you unfulfilled the way that young idiot did."
"But Papa, it's wrong," she whimpered, responding to him with her body while her mind rebelled against him.
"It's not wrong!" he thundered, battering his pelvis against her bottom. "You let that little reptile stick his insignificant prick into you! Now you're going to learn how a real man can fuck you!"
Now he was jabbing her with quick, violent lunges each time, thrusting in to the hilt and withdrawing like a ball bouncing off a fence and thrusting in again and all at once she felt a volcanic fire igniting and building in what might have been the pit of her stomach or the tip of her womb and it fanned out in all directions, making her breasts throb and her nipples tingle and at the same time bringing a hot, searing, twitching shudder to her loins which ricocheted deep inside her and made her clenched vulva lips close even more tightly around his piston-like shaft. Then the moisture came, in a hot, steaming, rushing flow, like molten lava overflowing the walls of a volcano and her body stiffened and vibrated and shook as though it were palsied and her back arched and her buttocks spread until she thought they would split apart trying to draw the length of him even deeper inside her and then the scorching, steaming wetness burst in a series of explosions, like the explosions of festival rocket against a night blue summer sky.
She could not stop the invading pleasure which poured through her and radiated out in spasm-like shock waves until her whole body seemed to be moving, trembling, from the glory she felt between her legs.
She screamed, but not in fear or horror this time, as the waves of flame continued to form and break inside her. This time she screamed with pure, female, animal delight as the orgasms erupted, took hold of her, subsided, and erupted again, even more powerfully.
"Oh Papa, I can't stand it any more. Oh God it's ... it's ... I never thought it would be like this, so wonderful! My whole body is on fire from you!" she cried, half weeping and half laughing with joy.
"All right, my sweet," he said hoarsely, "I'm going to come . ... "
He began to enter and re-enter her in measured, violent strokes as he felt the fire rising in his loins and flooding his pelvic area and then bursting like a geyser from his plunging fountain, splashing the tender walls of her vagina and womb with wave after wave of hot, thick, sticky, syrupy moisture, filling her tight cavity until it overflowed and seeped out around the shaft of his still-plunging rod.
And then it was over and he fell forward on top of her, the weight of his thick, stocky body pinning her to the leather cushion until she had to make an effort to breathe. But she didn't mind. She didn't want him to take from her the thing that had filled her so magnificently. She had forgotten for a moment the horror and shame of the act they had just committed and was able to abandon herself to the sheer sensual eroticism of the moment. She was sorry to feel his rod deflating inside her and she clenched it even more tightly with the muscles of her vaginal tunnel, but it continued to soften and shrink until finally he lifted his weight from her back and hips and withdrew it, sliding it out with a wet, sucking sound.
Her whole body seemed to float as though she were adrift on some warm and impossibly soft tidal current which was carrying her out to sea. She was dimly aware that her father picked her up and took her in his arms, kissing her lightly on the mouth and that he carried her upstairs and put her on her bed where he undressed her. He washed her whole body with a warm wet rag, rinsing the dried blood and the sticky vaginal fluid and his own semen gently from between her supple young thighs. She was vaguely aware that he gave her a warm douche, and then repeated the process, inserting the black hard rubber nozzle slowly between her still-swollen, sensitive vulva lips and gradually squeezing the warm water into her womb, then urging her very gently to expel the liquid into a pan which he held between her thighs.
Then he put a cotton night dress over her head and guided her hands through the arm holes. It was an old one, one of her favorites, made of pale blue cotton with flowers on it and it smelled fluffy and freshly washed and she shivered with delicious pleasure as he pulled it down over her thighs, stopping to press his mouth once more to the springy black mound of fur between them before drawing it all the way down the length of her body.
When he kissed her good night it was not on the cheek or forehead as it always had been on previous nights, but on her lips and he put his arms around her and held her and kissed her breasts through the material of the nightgown and then he drew the blankets up around her chin and turned out the bed lamp and the last thing she saw before going to sleep was the silhouette of his short, thick body in the doorway as he went out and quietly shut the door.