Chapter 4
Vanessa didn't remember sleeping. She might have cried herself to sleep or she might have passed out. The beautiful young teenager simply didn't remember. But the reality of the situation quickly got to her. Her hands were still securely fastened behind her back and she was still bare-ass naked on the floor of her parent's bedroom.
And the unmistakable glow in her pussy told her that being raped by her father wasn't just some erotic nightmare. It had happened. And she was still feeling the effects of it.
Struggling to sit up, she managed to prop herself against, the bedroom wall. Vanessa quickly discovered one of her slender ankles had been tied to the carved wooden foot of the bed. She was hog tied and unable to leave the room.
"Oh, why me?" she softly moaned. But the black-haired girl knew why. She had butted in where she didn't belong. She and Peter shouldn't have watched what their father was doing to their mother.
But her worst mistake was confronting Alexis. The man had snapped due to the intense emotional strain he was under and had gone around the bend. He was capable of anything now. He'd just proven it by raping his wife and then fucking his very own daughter.
Thoughts of incest burned in Vanessa's brain. She couldn't shake the feeling that it was something she'd always wanted. But not like this. She strained to break free of the shoelaces but they proved too strong for her. She wanted to cry. All the times she'd broken shoelaces and had to tie them together came back to her in a rush. And now that she warned them to break, they simply refused.
For a long time, she simply lay there on the floor wondering what was going to happen to her. The dull ache in her cunt came from the brutal fucking, she knew. She wiggled around and ran her fingers over her pussy. She moaned lightly, feeling the now familiar surges of desire race up into her body.
Before she knew what she was doing, she had a finger stuffed all the way up into her tiny pussy from behind. She finger-fucked herself until her breath came in ragged, harsh pants. She knew her tits were rising and falling heavily even though she kept her eyes firmly shut. The feelings inside were so delicious, the beautiful young teenager wished they would never go away.
After she got herself off with the fingerfucking, she allowed her body to cool down. Her hand cramped from the unusual frigging position and the ache in her pussy was turning into pain. It hadn't been any bed of roses having her father fuck her. But she honestly couldn't say she'd hated it.
She had loved it. Never again would she think of a man fucking her in the same terms. Vanessa had never felt a man's cock as big as her father's. It seemed to matter little to her that he had tied her up and raped her.
She moaned out again as the shoelaces cut into her flesh. Naked, helpless, she could only wait for whatever perverted, obscene thing her father wanted.
Vanessa wasn't the least bit happy with that. Or with the idea that her mother had received pretty much the same treatment. The girl felt confusion washing over her like the waves of the sea. She couldn't keep her thoughts straight. She loved the idea of incest, but hated being tied up like this.
Vanessa heard the door open. Alexis stood there. She blinked hard at the sight. He didn't actually enter the room. He strode in as regal as any king and looking more commanding. She felt as if she should kiss his feet.
"On your feet, cunt," he ordered. "Dress in these."
He dropped a sack onto the floor in front of her. For the span of a frantic, frenzied heartbeat, she wasn't sure she should even move then he cut her wrists free with a wicked looking knife. The sight of so much sharpened steel so close to her soft, tender flesh made her shiver and obey.
The raven-haired girl opened the sack and pulled out the garments that were inside. She held up one after another, puzzling at them. She hardly understood what she had been given until it all fell into place. Four garments: two black net stockings, a garter belt and a corset with strong steel supports.
"You want me to wear this getup? I'd feel like a fool."
"You'll feel my belt if you don't get into them now!" he cried. His voice rose in pitch, startling Vanessa. He'd used the same tone when he was fucking her mother. He wasn't joking. He meant for her to put on these kinky garments. She slowly did as she was told, her eyes never leaving the shiny knife blade in her father's hand.
He watched her intently as she sat on the bed, the warm, soft velvet covering comforting against her bare ass. She felt self-conscious as she pulled on one of the black silk mesh stockings. It seemed to caress her leg as she pulled it up around her firm, well-fleshed thigh. Her father licked his lips at the sight. That was the only sign that he was even alive.
Vanessa pulled on the other stocking, loving the way it clung to her flesh. It stimulated her, made her feel even lustier than she had before. Glancing at her father, the beautiful young teenager saw that the response this time was more pronounced. There was a distinct bulge growing at his crotch. The girl perversely decided to give her daddy a real sexual thrill.
Standing, she bent down over the bed, turning her well-rounded, perky white ass in his direction. She parted her legs just enough to allow a shock of her lustrous black pussy hair to stick out in contrast with her milky white skin. Bending further, she knew he could see both her pussy and asshole.
That was exactly what she wanted. Let him suffer. Let him feel some of the tension she felt. She reached slowly for the garter belt.
She draped it around her, waist, then fastened the elastic bands to the tops of her stockings. She felt sinfully sexy by the time she finished. The picture the young teenaged girl presented was incredible. Seeing herself reflected in the full-length mirror across the room made the girl gasp.
Gone were all signs of a teenager. In her place stood a woman with full, flaring hips, a well-rounded ass and legs that could make any man hard. She pirouetted around, not able to move as much as she wanted due to the pain in her wrists from where the shoelaces had been tied and the chafed area on her ankle where Alexis had bound her to the bed.
"Hurry," he panted. "Hurry and finish!"
Vanessa smiled sweetly, then licked her lips with just the tip of her pink tongue. The movement was erotic, a turn-on that would give a statue a hard-on. It worked on her daddy. She saw the bulge in his pants begin to pulse and buck now. She knew his cock was paining him, trying to turn cartwheels in his pants.
She pulled on the corset, seeing that it laced up the front. The stiff black lace garment fit her snugly. She grunted as her tits were cruelly mashed down by the corset top. Vanessa allowed her tits to slide free and rest on the very top like knickknacks on a shelf. This hurt as the edge of the garment cut into the base of her tits, but it was more arousing, she knew.
Lacing up the front, she moved back into view in the mirror. The sight greeting her was a real turn-on. She was white-skinned and fair. The black offset her milky complexion beautifully. The dark shock of hair on the top of her head was in wild disarray from her earlier bout with her father, but the most distinctive portion of her anatomy was her fleecy pussy mound.
The dark-furred patch was surrounded by lily-white flesh. And around this was the black of the stockings, garter belt and corset. Just looking at herself, Vanessa began to feel increasingly horny. She knew her cunt was dribbling out its thick fuck juices. She was turning herself on just by dressing up!
"Well?" she asked her daddy. "Do I meet your high standards?"
He said nothing, moving around to stare at her. He kept fingering the knife suggestively. She felt uncomfortable then, as if she had lost control somewhere along the way. In spite of all that had happened, she couldn't think of this as anything more than a game. But she knew different now, seeing the way Alexis stared at her.
She felt like a cheap whore dressing up for a john rather than her father's little girl. She was on display. And there was nothing she could do about it -- except run if she got the chance.
He made sure she didn't get it. With a movement like a striking snake, he grabbed her and spun her around. She fought, but it did no good. He pulled slender chains from his pocket and looped them around her wrists. With a heavy padlock, he fastened them securely. She moaned as the cold steel bit into her skin.
"There," he said, nodding. He turned and left the room. Vanessa watched him go, bewildered. The beautiful young teenager wondered why he was leaving. He had obviously gotten hot watching her put on these sexy clothes. Her pussy was churning and ready for a cock.
And she wanted to experience every single inch of her father's prick again. She not only wanted it, she needed it! The single taste of a good fucking had given her a hunger that couldn't be lightly denied. It may have been incest and it was definitely brutal, but she had gotten off in a big way on it. And she wanted more!
Vanessa sat down heavily on the bed, disgusted with herself. She had done something wrong. She didn't look right. She wasn't pretty enough. Something had displeased her daddy and she took it as a personal flaw.
"Why?" she cried out loud, clapping her hands over her lips the instant she spoke. The teenager thought she might summon a horde of demons to torment her it she spoke.
And it seemed she was right.
The lights went off, making it difficult for her to see in the gloomy room. And Alexis returned, stripped to the waist. He had taken off his pants and put on a pair of leather shorts that seemed different to the young girl. Looking more carefully, she saw that they laced up the front much like her corset. The big difference was that this arrangement allowed the man's prick to hang loose in front.
"Here," he said, tossing her a small bottle. "Put this on my cock."
Vanessa stared dumbly at the bottle. It was oil.
"Do it. Now!" he bellowed. The shock of hearing him shout made the black-haired girl obey without thinking. She remembered what he'd done to her mother with his belt.
She moved closer, her chains rattling. Pouring the oil into her chained hands, she started by smearing it all over his back and massaging it into her father's skin. He stood still, more of a bronze statue than a human. Yet his flesh was warm under her fingers and powerful muscles rippled just under the surface.
The young girl began applying the oil with more vigor. It felt good to rub it in. It turned her on. The heat of friction between her fingers and his spine made her breathe more heavily. The corset started to cut off her wind, but she couldn't stop now. She had to smear even more of the oil over the man's belly.
It was rock hard. He hardly moved as she worked lower toward his cock. His prick dangled limply. She wondered if it was dead. The slight tremors in the entire length told her he was getting another hard-on as she worked. She rubbed the oil into her father's legs.
They were like pillars supporting his upper body. The muscles stood out in bold relief once she had applied the slippery oil. The dim light in the room made him seem to be of gigantic proportions. She could hardly believe her daddy was so huge, so masculine, so virile.
"Daddy? Master!" she stuttered. The word shocked her. She hadn't meant to call him "master" and yet she'd done just that. The psychiatrists called it a Freudian slip, saying what she really meant instead of what she'd intended to say.
"You're doing well. Better than your slut of a mother ever did."
She watched in mute delight as his prick slowly jerked and bucked until it was half erect. Quickly, she dived forward and greedily stuffed it into her mouth. Sucking hard, she nursed on his stiffening cock until it was entirely erect. The plum-tipped end filled her mouth and made her feel more like a woman than ever before.
A loud cry of outrage filled the girl's ears.
"What the fuck's going on?" cried Peter. Her younger brother barged into the room, a shocked look on his face. "Goddamn, Dad, you're really sick. This is your own daughter you're making suck your damned cock." His voice almost broke. "And, you've got her chained up like some sort of animal."
"Out, you little bastard!" shouted Alexis. "Let Vanessa go!"
The beautiful young teenager tried to warn her younger brother but it was too late. A silver arc gleamed in the dull light and landed across Peter's shoulders. The swinging chain drove him to his knees. In seconds, he was chained like his sister.
"You dumb shit," snarled Alexis. "The two of you don't deserve a man like me for a father. I disown you both!"
"You're an animal," gasped out Peter, pain lancing into his body from where the heavy chain had struck him. But he found himself helpless. Alexis had chained his, son's hands together to a loop of chain circling his waist. On his knees, Peter's face was pressed into the floor.
"I think you two deserve one another. Yes," mused Alexis, stepping back. Vanessa watched in horror as his cock jerked powerfully. Whatever he had in mind gave him an intense sexual thrill. And she didn't think it had anything to do with fucking her.
"Please, Daddy, no!" she begged. But the beautiful young teenager knew it would do no good. Whatever the man had in mind, he was capable of doing.
"You, cocksucker, fuck your sister like a bitch in heat."
"What?" stammered Peter. A heavy shoe landed in his ribs knocking him forward. Alexis shoved his daughter onto her hands and knees. Unconsciously, she parted her stocking clad thighs and moved so that she was ready for Peter's cock. The way her tits hung over the top of the corset proved to be more comfortable as long as she stayed in this position.
Wiggling her white ass in the air in a manner that could only encourage the man, she began to crawl away. The chains on her wrists kept her from getting too far.
Without a word, Peter dropped down behind her, propelled by their father's stern shove. Vanessa felt her younger brother's cock hardening and jamming between the meaty slabs of her ass. His prick slid easily toward her cunt.
"No, not again, oh, noooo!" she moaned out. She didn't want this happening to her. Incest with her father had been strange, but something she could handle. With her brother, she didn't know. And their father was forcing them to fuck like two dogs.
The irony of the situation wasn't lost on her. She was supposed to let her brother fuck her. And she had been so turned on by ha father's prick that her cunt was already damp and ready.
Without thinking, Vanessa, shoved her hips backwards, hoping to spear herself with her brother's prick. She missed. His cock slid between her puffy cunt lips, stroking firmly in the liquid of her pussy. She shuddered all over, pleasure inching its way into her body. It hardly mattered to her that this was her brother and they were both chained and being, forced to fuck.
She could stay here all day long with his prick parting her pussy lips and making her totally aware of every single nerve in her cunt.
"Fuck!" commanded Alexis.
To make sure she obeyed, her father grabbed her tits. She sobbed in reaction. His fingers on her tits were paradise to her. He stroked from the broad bases of the pointy nipples as if milking a cow. The full effect made all the blood in her tits rush down to her nipples. They expanded and soon turned into hard, red fingers pointing directly downward. The lightest of touches by her daddy made her whine with desire.
But he shoved her brutally backwards using her tits. The action made her jerk and caused her younger brother's cock to thrust between her turgid cunt lips and penetrate all the way up her pussy.
"Fuck me, fuck me good, Peter!" she demanded.
"No, sis, this is wrong. I..." A loud smack silenced him. Vanessa didn't even open her eyes to see what their father had done. When his hands tightened on her tits and pushed her backwards again, she drifted into paradise.
This time her brother's cock lined up with her cunthole. He plunged balls deep into her pussy. She screamed with pain. She wanted him to stop, but the words refused to form on her numbed lips. All she could do was scream over and over.
"No, no!" she whined. "It hurts!"
"It's good," declared her father. His hands clamped down powerfully and painfully on her huge tits.
Her brother began fucking her. He started with short, quick strokes. She felt his cock pressing hotly into the walls of her cunt. The rapid fucking warmed her cunt walls to the point the beautiful young teenager was sure he was ripping her apart. The rawness of her quivering cunt made her think he would rip her apart and she'd bleed to death. In spite of enjoying the idea of fucking, she was sore and aching and trembling with the horror of her situation now.
The quickness of his strokes made her cunt hurt all the more. She wanted to pass out, but her father wouldn't allow that.
Peter fucked her like a bitch in heat. She felt his cock seeking out new territory deep in her pussy. The swift thrusting in and out of her clinging cunt began to take on added dimensions for the bound girl. She discovered that the pain faded away and was being replaced with something else. Not quite joy, but not pain.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked her father. "You're killing both of us."
"Killing you?" the man laughed with evil intent. "It doesn't look that way to me. Why, you're just a loving brother and a giving sister, nothing more. Fuck her, you cocksucker, and take every Goddamn inch of his prick, you dumb cunt!"
Vanessa felt her younger brother's hairy legs pressing enticingly against her stocking-clad legs. She felt her ass pressing into his crotch. The smoothness of his body was due to the sweat pouring down his body.
She tried to center her attention on only the things giving her pleasure. It was difficult. The corset was riding up and cutting into her tits. She was sure she would have both tits slashed off before her father was finished with her and Peter. But the feel of the garter belt around her waist and the silken stockings on her legs thrilled her strangely. The feeling was kinky, perverted and totally obscene.
She loved it as much as she loved the feel of her younger brother's cock fucking her tight little cunt.
Raising one of her legs, she managed to wrap it around Peter's back. This brought his cock surging up into her cunt in a new and delightfully different way. The pain she had felt was being stroked away by his fucking cock. Every nerve ending in her fuck tunnel was responding joyously now. She was forgetting the horrible situation that had brought on this incestuous, chained fucking.
"So nice!" she called out. She felt the sweat on her body, her face, her tits and nipples. The teenager hadn't realized before now that she was responding so strongly to her brother's prick. She was. And she wanted it all. She was hungry for cock and had to have it or go as crazy as their father.
Tightening her leg around his waist pulled him deeper and deeper into her pussy. Vanessa began rocking back and forth. This added power to his every stroke. Soon she lived only for the feel of his huge cock reaming out her cunt. The prick filled her with passion, incestuous passion running wild inside. The sensations mounting in her belly were indescribably good. She had to have more.
Thrusting her tits out and down into the circle of her father's hands helped her achieve her carnal goal the sexual tensions inside her tender young body exploded. She snapped. Crying out her lust, Vanessa climaxed. Her entire body went rigid. She felt her cunt convulsing around her brother's hidden prick.
Peter gasped. She heard the reaction before the blood started to rush too loudly through her head. As she relaxed a little and came down from her sexual high, she discovered Peter had stepped up the tempo. No longer was their father urging them on. They were going at it faster than the watching man could have ever goaded them with his leather belt.
Peter rammed hard against his sister's butt, making the soft flesh flow against his crotch. She felt his steely, long cock inside her clinging cunt as it began to vibrate with virile strength.
As he slid out, he used a corkscrewing motion that drove the beautiful young teenager insane with lust. He dragged his cock over each and every square inch of her pussy. As his prick slid free, he bucked up and down, chains rattling. He quickly fucked back into her juicy cunt.
"I'm commminggg!" she screamed. Her tits swung free under, her chest, as her father devoted his full attention to jerking off as he watched his children fucking.
Again and again Peter brought off his sister. Then he could no longer hold back. He began fucking her tight cunt with jerky, rough strokes. Inside her tightly clutching, almost virgin cunt, Vanessa felt his cock begin to expand. It almost doubled in size before it erupted like a volcano. The hot surge of her brother's jizz filled her pussy to overflowing.
Everything Peter did brought her off. She came and came and came. And when his cock dribbled from her still convulsing pussy, she sank forward, her head resting on her chained hands. She was panting hard and wanted more.
"God, sis, I'm sorry," Peter said. But his words choked off in surprise when he saw his father still beating himself off.
Vanessa looked up in time to catch a fiery hot squirt of jism from her father's cock right in her eyes. He came, his cum flowing down into her face, staining her hair with sticky white streaks, covering her cheeks. When the man was finished, he spun around and walked out without a ward.
"God, sis," said Peter, his chained hands gently wiping away the cum from her face and eyes. "He's crazy!"
Vanessa said nothing. She should hate Alexis. She should. But she didn't. She wanted more abuse from her father. Lots more.