Chapter 3
"Don't lie to me," Peter Stevens warned furiously. "Jake Randolph saw you in his car." Hands on her hips, Lynn faced her father defiantly.
"I've told you I don't want you seeing him," Peter went on angrily. "He's too old for you. What is he, eighteen? Nineteen?"
"Eighteen." She wanted to lie, to knock a year off Carl's age, but didn't.
She watched her father run his fingers through his thinning hair. He paced away from her nervously. "I told you what I would do if you saw him again. I told you. Didn't I tell you?" "Yes, Daddy," she answered softly. "Why did you do it?"
What could she answer? She didn't even know herself. She shrugged.
"Dammit, Lynn, I can't understand this stupid crush you have on that ... that dropout," Peter raved. "Why can't you take up with someone more your own age? Like Jamey Dwayne, for example. He's a good, decent kid."
"Jamey Dwayne is a drip," Lynn retorted.
"He's a nice boy, and what's more he's your age. All Carl is interested in is ... is . . . "
"Is sex," Lynn finished when Peter sputtered to a halt. "Or so you keep telling me," she added defensively, knowing that the truth would blow her father's mind.
"Well, dammit, he is," Peter raved furiously. "Guys his age are too old for you. They know things you shouldn't know yet. You're not old enough to be able to handle them."
That, Lynn mused, was true. But Carl sure knew how to handle her. Just the memory of that wild afternoon made her cunt tingle.
Her father turned on her. His face was set in a way that made her stomach tighten. "I warned you what I was going to do if you saw him again. Didn't I warn you?"
"Yes, Daddy," she agreed, "you warned me." Why had her pussy suddenly begun to steam? Was it looking forward to what was coming?
"I told you I'd give you one hell of a bare-bottom spanking," he went on. "I told you that. It was your last warning."
"Yes, Daddy," she sighed, wishing he would get on with it.
"Go to your room and get ready," he ordered. Suddenly, something made her resist. "Make me," she said insolently.
He looked as if he had been struck by lightning. "WHAT?"
"I'm a big girl now. There's no law that says you have the right to spank me."
"I'm your father, and you will obey me," he yelled.
"You want me to obey you, you're going to have to make me," she retorted.
"If I have to, I'll throw you down and hog-tie you," he snarled. He was losing control of himself. "If you think you're going to give me a bare-ass spanking, you'd better get some rope," she told him. The tingling in her gut was increasing.
She thought for a minute he was going to explode. His face turned a bright red. Then his eyes swept around the room. When nothing caught his eye, his hands went to the belt of his trousers. With ominous slowness, he unbuckled it and dragged it out of the loops.
"Just remember you asked for this," he warned, advancing on her.
Lynn cast a glance over her shoulder as she backed away. It was a mistake. She saw him coming out of the corner of her eye. He slammed into her before she could twist away. She fought like a wildcat, but he had her helpless in a moment. A few quick turns, and he had the belt around her wrists, had her hands bound behind her back.
The next thing she knew, she was flung over her father's shoulder, and he was carrying her out of the living room, toward her bedroom. Slamming the door open, he threw her onto the bed, then flipped her on her face.
Putting his knee across her calves to pin her legs down, he grabbed the back of her hip huggers and yanked, hauled her ass upwards, forced her tail into the air.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, suddenly scared. She was also acutely aware of the sizzling heat in her cunt.
"Spank you." "Please, Daddy."
"Shut up," he said sharply, slapping her hard on the backs of her thighs. "With a strap," he added, fumbling with the wide belt of her hip huggers. Reaching under her, he undid the buckle. The feel of his hands against her belly made her pussy steam. A shudder of lust shook her, then a knot of horror when she realized that there wasn't a chance in the world her father would plug her cunt. Ever since Carl had bound and ravaged her, she had been simmering like a volcano. Now, the binding of her wrists and the touch of her father's hands was sending her soaring.
She felt him dragging the belt out of her pants, and shivered. The pressure of his knee across her calves was brutal. The only thing she could do was straighten out and lie flat. Somehow, she knew it would do no good.
With the belt free, his hands returned to her belly, and fumbled with the button and fly of the low-slung pants. She felt the zipper go down to her hot, moist pussy, felt the pants loosen over her rear. Then he dragged them down, revealed her sheer bikini panties, let air touch her thighs as he jammed the hip huggers down around her knees.
The touch of his hands on the back of her panties made her whimper. He may have thought it was from fear. She knew the real reason. The flame in her guts flared hotter. The thought of having her naked ass exposed to him, in the position she was in, made her insides boil with desire. She felt her pussy seeping hungrily as her panties were hauled over her tight, pale, raised butt.
"I'm not going to say this hurts me more than it does you," he announced. "Because it's not true." She felt his hand stroke the sleek smooth globe of her rear. "God! You're as beautiful as your mother was," he whispered.
Lynn wondered if he used to spank her, too. Somehow, she had the feeling he had put Mom in this undignified position on more than one occasion.
Then the belt struck and the blazing pain that seared her ass blotted out everything but the flaming hominess in her gut. The belt, folded double, cracked like a bullwhip on her tight rear. She lurched and almost straightened out. Then her father reached over, put a hand on the back of her neck and pinned her down. Her calves were being ground by his knee, her face was being forced into the mattress by his hand. She struggled against the skillfully knotted belt that held her wrists.
The belt he had stripped out of her pants slammed against her stretched flesh again. She felt her twat gush erotically as her mind was boggled by the unbelievable pain.
He lashed her, again and again and again, with an almost berserk fury. It felt like the flesh was being stripped off her ass with hot irons. It was a few seconds before she realized the beating had ended, that his hand had left her neck, his knee her calves. She was afraid to move. Her rear felt as if it had been scoured with a blowtorch. For a few seconds she couldn't imagine where the blubbering noise was coming from. Then she realized she was bawling like a baby. She hiccupped in a vain attempt to stop. She twisted her hands against the belt tying her wrists, and wondered where her father was. Had he gone off and left her like this?
There was a rustle of cloth. The bed jolted, shifted. She looked back just in time to see her father kneeling behind her. His legs were bare.
Then something jammed against her flooding pussy. She moved her knees apart as far as the clothes tangled around her legs would allow. She felt her father's cock drill deep in her streaming tunnel. A wave of pleasure roared through her as he took her. The impact of his body against her inflamed tail made her buck in welcome.
"Oh, my God," she moaned, as his strong hands gripped her waist and his cock pistoned in her hungry pussy. She couldn't see him, but didn't need to, to sense the mad lust that was driving him on. His dick drilled her again, and again and again, stroked deep into her so-recently-virgin twat.
Her lust soared upward, carried by waves of pain and pleasure. Her father's dick screwed deep into her. The fact that he had just whipped the hell out of her heightened her excitement. That, added to the total helplessness of her position - wrists bound, ass high, face down on the bed - quickly brought her to a sexual peak.
He rammed into her and she flew apart into a million glittering fragments. She felt his dork leaping and jumping in her twat, felt his searing spurts flood her as he came along with her. With an animal wail of pleasure she abandoned herself to the incredible bliss of the incestuous rape.
The cock in her belly spurted and spurted. Cum ran down her thighs. Then the eruptions died, and suddenly were gone. She felt jizz spatter one burning butt cheek as he drew out with a groan of horror. He left her empty and exhausted. But still, somehow, in spite of her cumming, horny.
"Oh, dear God!" Peter gasped, staggering away from her. "What have I done?" He turned, and slammed into the wall, then bounced out the door. Desperately, Lynn heaved herself up. She fell off the bed, and scrambled to her feet. Lurching drunkenly, she kicked out of her hobbling pants and ran after her father. Her wrists were still strapped behind her back.
"Daddy?" she called. She turned the corner just in time to see his bedroom door swing shut. She slammed into the door, rammed it back, jammed it open with her shoulder.
"DADDY!" she screamed when she saw the gun. "NO!"
She reached him just as the muzzle touched his temple. She drove her head against his gun hand, jarred the weapon off target. It fired. The crash left her deafened, left her ears ringing. Her father fell onto the bed. For a horrifying second she was sure the gun hadn't missed. Then she realized he was shuddering, sobbing. He was on his back on the bed, covering his face with his hands.
And there, right in front of her face, was his cock. Pale, withered, glistening with their mingled juices. It lay limply on his hairy thigh. She knelt at his feet.
Without even thinking about what she was doing, Lynn sucked his drained dork into her mouth. Still helplessly bound, she tongued his slick prick, felt the warmth of the meat that had so recently penetrated her cunt, tasted her cum and his on his flesh.
She felt the limp sausage begin to respond. It expanded, extended, pulsed as if it was returning to life. She sucked on it lovingly, stroked it with her life-giving tongue. She rested her cheek on her father's hairy thigh.
She didn't really have to do it, of course. But she wanted to do something to end his heart-breaking sobs. And what better thing could she do for the man who loved her enough to tie her and beat her and rape her?
Lynn sucked her father's cock. As it stiffened and expanded, she sucked harder. She shifted around as it stood up more and more from his hairy groin. Because her hands were still tied, she had to keep the rapidly burgeoning dork in her mouth, and use her lips to keep control of it.
One of his hands came into her field of view. It was blurred and out of focus because it was so close to her eyes. He gripped and steadied his dick as she pumped her mouth slowly up and down. Her insides curdled with lust as she slurped on his dick.
His other hand touched her head, stroked her sweat-stringy hair. She glanced up along his lean body, saw that he was watching her suck him. His expression was mixed - fear and lust and disgust. They all mingled together as he watched his daughter's mouth engulf his jutting cock.
Her twat streaming with excitement, Lynn returned her concentration to her meal. Her breasts mashed into his legs as she leaned against him. Her tongue swirled around his pecker, traced the groove between the rubbery head and the hard shaft. Holding the cap, her lips in the groove, she wedged her tongue into the slit, pried it as far open as she could.
Then she slipped her mouth down on his pecker. Pressing her tongue against the underside, she slid his cock toward the back of her mouth, let it run along the hot velvet surface of her tongue as the pressure of her lips wrinkled the soft skin over the iron-hard core.
The head reached the back of her tongue and she almost gagged. Then she remembered, and tried to swallow his prick, and the gag urge faded. Raising up, she drove her mouth down, rammed his cock into her throat, past her glottis, down her gullet like a mammoth bite of steak.
Pulling up, she inhaled desperately, then swallowed the head again. Her tits were hard as steel ball bearings inside the midriff-baring blouse that was her only remaining garment. She felt his cum and her juices trickling down the insides of her thighs as she sucked him. The ache in her ass had faded. Now it was no worse than a bad sunburn. She realized vaguely that her fingers were tingling from the lack of circulation. Her shoulders were in agony from the way her arms were twisted behind her back. The leather belt was cutting into her wrists.
She swallowed his cock, over and over and over. Soon her throat was sore and bruised from the battering. But she kept on. On each downstroke her nose nuzzled into his kinky pubic bush. It was soggy and stringy from the rape. On the upstroke she could focus on the hand that was steadying his dick for her.
She felt his legs squirming and shifting, felt his hips jerking and humping as she sucked his prick. He had to be near cumming. Stroking his cock hard
with her tongue, she moved faster. Her guts knotted in anticipation of the searing flood. Her pussy was a steaming, seething, streaming swamp as she drew on his dork. The pain in her shoulders, her wrists, and her ass increased her soaring lust. "Unh," he grunted. "Unnhh."
She knew he was close. She sucked, pushed her face down, swallowed his cock head, pushed more, drove the mammoth rubbery cork down her throat. She worked her lips, tried to force another fraction of an inch of his tower down her gullet. Her nose burrowed into his wiry muff. Little sparkles danced in front of her eyes. Her body was screaming for oxygen! Her twat was spasming, flooding with a flaming empty cumming.
She felt it. She felt the first gooey shot of semen bullet up the channel of his dick. It was propelled by every ounce of force his groin muscles could muster. The first spurt hit her glottis like a wad of acid. Her throat convulsed and she had to back off as the second spurt spattered her throat. Pulling up enough to unblock her windpipe, she sucked in a cum-scented gust of air just as more creamy spoutings erupted against the roof of her mouth, the back of her tongue, filled her with thick essence.
Like a baby at its mother's tit, she suckled on the erupting cock. She sucked the cum out of it as fast as his balls could pump it. She tasted every thick, slimy, gooey jetting, swallowed each creamy drop after savoring it like fine wine. After he was through spouting his load into her mouth she didn't let his dick go. She engulfed more and more of his dork as it became less and less. Soon she was mouthing some of his thick brown bush along with all of his pecker. She drew on his dick, extracted the last exquisite drizzles of juice from his channel. Then she drew on his dick because she liked the feel of the limp meat in her mouth. Her cunt spasmed and spasmed and spasmed with the aftershocks of its cumming. His cock still in her mouth, she rested her head on his thigh. His hand was stroking her hair.
"Oh, baby," he moaned. "What have I done to you?"
Like an inchworm, she squirmed up on the bed with him and snuggled against him. Her cum-sticky lips nibbled his throat. Then she kissed him lovingly. "Spanked me," she answered.
"I did more than that," he sighed. "Jesus! I should be shot."
"No, Daddy! NO!" she protested, his near-suicide still vivid in her mind. "I need you, Daddy! I need you."
"You don't need a father that rapes you," he protested.
"I need a father that loves me,"-she answered. There was a silence while she gathered her courage. "I-I'm not a virgin," she admitted.
"You sure aren't," he said sourly.
"I mean, I wasn't a virgin before this," she confessed.
"I suspected as much." He was quiet for a moment. "Carl?"
"Yes," she whispered. "The other day. He ... he took me out to a place in the country, a shack. He tied me to a bed. And he raped me. Then, after he had eaten ... eaten my pussy, he made me suck his cock." The vile words rolling from her lips made her groin knot with hunger. "Bastard! I'll kill him!"
"NO! No, I asked for it," she added softly. "WHAT?"
"I ... I'd been teasing him for weeks. I think I wanted him to do it." She twisted her hands against the belt still binding her wrists.
"I'll have him arrested."
"If you do, I'll deny it ever happened," Lynn warned.
"He's a son-of-a-bitch."
Lynn squirmed on her father. Her breasts scraped his hairy chest. She clasped him with her legs, then wriggled around until she felt his dick nuzzling her pussy. He was half hard again. She managed somehow to get part of his pecker into her hole. "He didn't do anything you didn't just do," she noted. "Though he did have the courtesy to eat me out, which you didn't."
She felt her father's cock burrow deeper into her as it expanded once more.
"I'm worse then he is," Peter growled.
"Oh shut up and fuck me," Lynn snapped, wriggling down on his dick. "Don't untie my hands. Just roll me over and fuck me."
Amazingly, he obeyed. Carefully keeping his dick socketed in her sodden twat, he heaved her over so she was lying on her strapped hands. Then, he pushed up off her and stared at her. He began to unfasten her blouse.
Pushing it back off her shoulders, he bared her tits. His hands fondled her soft breasts, twisted and tormented her nipples while his cock thrust farther and farther into her.
"Just like your mother," he growled. "A wanton. A worthless slut."
"Yes," she hissed, loving the insults.
"Just like your mother," he went on, twisting her tits until they hurt. "The more helpless she was, the more violent and vile the act, the more she liked it."
"Tell me, Daddy, tell me," Lynn moaned. "I even pissed on her."
Lynn felt a hot flash of lust at the idea.
"I pissed on her, I buggered her, I made her suck my cock, I let other men have her, I whipped her. And she always came back for more, for worse," he rasped, digging his fingers into Lynn's titties. His eyes glazed as he remembered.
"Oh Daddy, fuck me," Lynn moaned.
"Bitch!" he rapped, slamming his cock into her sore twat. "Filthy, wanton bitch!"
"Yes," Lynn groaned as her lust soared from the insults and the rape.
"Cock-sucking whore," he snarled at his helpless, bound daughter.
"Awww," Lynn whined as his cock reamed her twat and his awful words raped her soul.
"Slut, slut, SLUT!" His prick tore into her with every snapped word. She bent her legs up and out until she felt the head of his cock pushing angrily against the end of her tunnel.
She began to cum. It was like an aurora. It pulsed and flared with every vile word and every powerful stroke into her battered cunt. Her insides drummed as his dick pistoned in her like a mad machine. She was reduced to a quivering mass of carnal jelly by the pounding. She didn't know, in the end, whether he came again or not. He finally left her a sodden heap on the bed. She lay with her legs spread wide so the inflamed, cum-sopping heart of her pussy showed.
He came back, rolled her over, and unfastened her wrists. For a moment she didn't move. The pain in her shoulders cut like hot knives when she tried to haul her arms around. Wearily, she pushed herself up, shrugged her blouse back onto her shoulders. Then, curling defensively into a ball, she turned to face him. She winced when her blistered tail scraped the bedspread. Then, ignoring the pain, she sat up.
"If anything of this ever gets out," he warned, "they'd throw me in jail, and you in an asylum." Lynn gulped, and nodded. "Yes, Daddy."
He had a drink in his hand. The ice cubes were clinking noisily from his shaking. He was wearing his bathrobe. "And, don't expect it to happen again."
She frowned. "No?"
"No. I'm your father. Not your lover." "Yes, Daddy," she whispered.
"Don't you forget it."
She wiggled on her burned tail. "No, Daddy." "Are you likely to get pregnant?" he asked abruptly.
"No." "Why not?"
"I ... I'm on the pill," she said defiantly. "I don't have to have your permission for it."
"Just as well. Because a week ago I wouldn't have given it."
She hugged her knees and thought about all the things he had said he had done with Mom before she died.
"It's too much to expect that now you've done it you'll stop," he went on. "Maybe someday you'll find yourself doing something so sickening, so disgusting, that it'll cure you. But I doubt it. Your mother never did."
She wanted to ask more about her dead parent, but didn't.
"Neither did I," he admitted sourly. "I thought I'd stop short of incest, but I didn't."
He was silent for awhile. "Anyway," he said at last, "if one word trickles back to me about what you're doing, I'll have you locked up."
"Why? "
"Dammit, I can't give you permission to ... to become the town whore," he snapped. "But I know, too, that nothing I can do will stop you. Nothing short of sending you to a convent, that is. All I'm saying is, for God's sake, be discreet."
"I will, Daddy," she sighed.
"Now get the hell out of here and take a bath," he ordered. "You're filthy."
"Yes, Daddy," she agreed, scrambling to her feet. She paused in the doorway, and, making no attempt to conceal her sodden snatch, turned to face him. "Daddy?"
"What?" he asked, his eyes hard. "I love you."
His gaze slipped and fell, and the hardness melted from his expression. "I love you, too," he said huskily. "Close the door behind you."
"Put the gun away, Daddy?" she asked.
Picking it up from where it had fallen, he opened the cylinder and dumped the bullets out. Handing the ammunition to her, he put the gun back in the bedside table.
"Thanks, baby," he grunted, eyeing the bullet hole in the head of the bed.