Chapter 3
"Ah! Ah! Unnh!" Nancy moaned. She was still bouncing madly up and down on Greg's impaling cock. Her tits and ass jiggled like jello as she fought her ongoing orgasm for control of her body.
A thin trickle of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth as she forced herself to turn her head. "D-Daddy!" she exclaimed. "I-uh! Oh, God!"
At that moment her brother opened his eyes. Past his sister's shoulder he saw the figures of their parents standing in the door. With a cry, he started to scramble to his feet. He actually made it up, bringing the naked, climaxing girl with him.
Arms clamped around the boy's neck, Nancy felt her weight bring her down onto the erect pillar of cock stuck up her pussy. She was trapped on Greg's prick-and she was coming again!
"Oh, God! I'm coming!" she cried, unable to help herself. The renewed contraction of her oily cunt sucked a few more drops of jism from Greg's prick. A trail of come ran down the inside of her soft thigh.
Her mother gave a soft cry and collapsed into the arms of her father.
Mr. Ian Redmond stood supporting his wife and glaring. His face turned the color of a beet. His mouth worked as he tried to form words.
"Disgraceful!" he sputtered at last. "Revolting. My God, I can hardly believe it!" Nancy and Greg's mother stirred in his arms. "Slut! Harlot! Seducing your own brother!"
Recovering, Mrs. Redmond stood up and ran towards the pair, still held together by the huge cock buried in Nancy's snatch. She began to claw at her daughter's naked arms. "You hussy! You harlot! You shameless whore!"
Startled, Nancy let go of Greg's neck and fell with a thump on her well-padded ass. Greg's prick bent down and then snapped back up as it came out of her snatch, spraying the girl's face with a fragrant shower of cunt juice and come.
"Oh, my poor baby," Mrs. Redmond cooed, throwing her arms around his neck. The boy looked dumbfounded. His slumping prick drooled jism onto his mother's floral print dress, but she seemed not to notice.
Mr. Redmond marched forward to tower over his daughter. "Daddy-" she said weakly, looking up at him. She saw no mercy in his heavy, florid face.
"Take her away!" her mother screamed. "Get that filthy hussy out of my sight!" She cradled her half-naked son against her body, as if to shield the boy from his sister's nakedness.
The delicious tingle of orgasm was gone from Nancy's cunt. It had been replaced by a cold, curdled feeling of nausea in the pit of her stomach. This wasn't fun any more.
Her father reached down and grabbed a handful of her red-gold hair. "Up," he commanded. The naked girl winced as she was dragged bodily to her feet. "See to Greg, Marion dear. I will attend personally to this depraved creature!" With that he turned and marched Nancy from the room, holding on painfully and tightly to her hair.
Nancy managed to turn her head for a final look at her brother. Greg's eyes were wide and helpless as he watched his sister being led away.
Down the hall the girl was dragged. Her father hesitated for a moment at the door that led into the family's two-car garage, then opened it and shoved his daughter inside. She stumbled, went down on all fours, skinning her knees.
"Daddy?" she asked tentatively. She felt tears beginning to sting her eyes.
The beefy man's response was a stinging slap across the cheeks. "Don't you dare talk to me, you slut!" he snarled. "You are a disgusting, filthy creature. I am going to punish you as you have never been punished before, and then I am going to send you somewhere they know how to deal with your type. Your mother and I have been far too lenient with you!"
Like a salty flood the tears came. Nancy collapsed, barely feeling the cold concrete squashing her boobs and chilling her sweat-drenched skin. What was happening? This was all so unreal. It was like a bad dream.
She wanted to wake up!
Rough hands grabbed her slim wrists. She felt herself being hauled upright, and then something was being wound around her wrists. She opened her eyes, blinking them to clear away the water that flowed from them.
Her father was tying her wrists together with a length of supple green garden hose. "In my day, a child was disciplined enough to stand still and take whatever punishment was coming to him-or her. But-ahhh! There we go. You won't slip that knot! But nothing like this would ever have happened in my day." Holding Nancy by the arms, he pulled her to the ping-pong table in the middle of the floor, set right beside one of the wooden uprights that supported the roof.
"Imagine, fornicating in your own home! In the den! And with your brother, too!" He shook his head in disgust. "Seducing a boy that age into incest-how utterly revolting!" With a violent heave he threw the nude girl face down across the table. Its hard surface mat-burned her still-sensitive boobs, causing her to cry out.
"Save that noise, slut," Ian Redmond advised his naked, bound daughter. "I'm going to give you plenty to howl about in just a moment. What would people say if they knew the daughter of the Superintendent of Schools had indulged in perverted sex acts with her own brother-no, don't bother to deny it! I saw the traces of dried sperm around that dirty, debased mouth of yours. Thank God your poor mother didn't see it!"
He looped the long end of the hose around the square upright, then brought it back and tied it so that Nancy was tethered to the post. He stood and admired his handiwork. He seemed to be breathing heavily.
"And now, you nasty little slut," he announced, "You are going to be punished for your vile acts."
Nancy had been too stunned by the drastic turn of events to say anything coherent. Now she managed to put words together in a rapid stream: "Oh, Daddy, no! Don't hurt me! I didn't mean anything-I didn't know-I didn't-AAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!"
With a resounding smack, her father's broad belt had landed across both snowy buttocks. Instantly the tender pale flesh welted into a puffy red line across her asscheeks. Nancy had barely got her breath back from her shriek of agony when leather whistled through air and she felt the sudden bite of the belt on her ass again.
Her unclothed body jerked into the air, twisting and writhing like a spitted eel. "Ooooow! Noooooooooo!" she wailed as the belt caught her again, turning her in midair so that she fell on her side, making the table wobble.
"No! Please, NOOOOOO!" the tortured girl cried again. Her father seemed oblivious to her words as he rained blows upon her vulnerable hips and butt.
Or, rather, Nancy's pleadings seemed to be spurring her father on. His nostrils were flared and his eyes bloodshot as he gazed between cutting strokes at her nudity. Her lovely ass was a mass of swollen whip-welts, and so was the satiny flesh over one hip. He ran a tongue over suddenly dry lips, shifted his aim, and struck again.
Nancy screamed like an air raid alert siren as the most incredible pain she'd ever experienced jolted through her nubile young body. The hissing tongue of leather had landed on her ultra-sensitive tits!
"You don't like it, do you, bitch? It's not like having your brother's tongue slurping all over your soft, swelling breasts in perverted acts of love, is it?"
"No," the girl moaned, crying uncontrollably. "It hurts!"
"Of course it hurts!" Crack! went the belt. Nancy shrieked and rolled over onto her belly. The tabletop bruised her abused boobs. But at that, it was better than feeling the belt lashing at them, flaying the soft skin from them in a cascade of pain. "It hurts because that's all you deserve, you evil, degraded, slatternly wretch! And you cannot escape the pain! No matter how much you twist and turn your luscious, naked young body, you will feel the bite of my belt!"
To emphasize his words, Ian Redmond raised his arm and brought it down still harder than before. With unerring accuracy it fell smack into the dark crevice between Nancy's upward-jutting asscheeks.
The girl's bare ass bounced right into the air. "YeeeheeeeYYYAAAHHH!" Her cry was piercing and heartfelt.
The rain of wicked, cutting belt-strokes that now fell between her asscheeks kept Nancy flopping and shrieking as though the ping-pong table was a hot griddle and she was being roasted alive.
All the while, Mr. Redmond was moving around the table. At last he stood by the girl's golden-haired head. "God, what a desirable body you have," he husked. "I can see how you lured your brother into performing incest with you. Or did you suck on his penis first? Wrap those full, red lips around the head of his cock, suck on it till it was huge and hard and full of life."
"Daddy, no, stop," Nancy whimpered. Through a haze of tears she saw his big hands fumbling at the level of her eyes. The tabletop was unyielding beneath her soft, tear-streaked cheek.
"Suck on his swelling cock till his sperm seethed out and coursed down your abandoned, wanton throat? Is that what you did, slut? Or did you undress for him, tempt the poor boy with the fullness and invitation of your naked body? Did you let his hands squeeze and fondle those perfect tits? Did you stand before him and thrust the dark mat of your bush into his face, rub your pussy around and around till his mouth was smeared with its lustful sauces? Oh, you evil, perverted bitch!"
The hands moved. His cock sprang out of his pants, hard as a bar of cold-rolled steel. Nancy felt the heat of it washing over her upper Up through the haze of agony that enveloped her tormented body.
"Daddy, what-" she started to say. Quick as a skilled fencer, her father thrust his hips forward.
His giant cock slid like a spear right between his daughter's parted lips.
"Mmmmmpph!" the girl shrilled, rolling her eyes wildly. Her father threw back his head and gasped as the feel and flavor of meaty male cock filled the girl's mouth.
"Aggghh! God! What a hot, wet mouth you have!" Redmond crowed. "Greg must really have loved having you suck on his prick while your tongue twirled around it."
Still holding onto his belt with one hand, he grabbed Nancy's hair with the other and began fucking his cock in and out of the girl's flushed face. When the cock slid in the first time, Nancy thought her jaws would spring their hinges. She knew now where her baby brother had gotten his magnificent prick-he'd inherited it from their father! Ian Redmond's rampaging cock was even thicker than his son's, and at least an inch longer!
The big man's eyes fairly bugged out of his head as his giant prick slid into his daughter's face without encountering the slightest resistance! "God, the little slut has got a deep throat!" he groaned, as the head of his cock slid inexorably toward Nancy's stomach. "The little bitch must have been practicing sucking cock for years!"
Panting with lust, Redmond pumped his daughter's face a few strokes. Other than her first moan, Nancy neither moved nor spoke. After face-fucking the uncooperative adolescent for a whole minute, Redmond stopped with his mighty prick half embedded in her mouth.
"What's the matter? Don't you like sucking me off?" he demanded. "Don't I taste as good as Greg-or all the other little boys?"
Nancy only looked at him. Her tears had evaporated, leaving her numb. Her entire life as she had known it had somehow come crashing down in ruins. For her father to call her those names, tie her up and beat her so brutally-this was bad enough. But for him to be orally raping her, fucking her unwilling mouth with his greedy prick-that was unbelievable.
One thing was certain. He wasn't going to enjoy it if Nancy could help it! Maybe she had been wrong to seduce her brother. But that didn't give her father the right to abuse her sexually!
As if sensing her determination, her father reddened. "You damned slut!" he roared. "Holding out on me, are you?" Nancy gazed unspeakingly up at him. The log-like cock pulsated in her mouth as his heartbeat raced. There was fear flickering at the backs of her brown eyes, but her face was resolute.
Redmond pushed forward with his hips. His cock slid an inch or two down his daughter's throat. Her tongue was coiled away at the bottom of her mouth to avoid coming in contact with her father's stiff prick. The muscles of her mouth and throat were totally relaxed.
"Bitch!" screamed her father. "Suck me off!"
Nancy just looked at him.
The big man raised his arm and brought it down hard. His belt whistled through the air. With a crack it struck his daughter's naked back. The tip of the strap bit between her finely-molded asscheeks and stung her already-abused asshole.
The effect was electric. Once her father got down to the business of making his daughter suck on his prick, she had not expected him to renew his savage beating. "Rrrrrmmmmppphh!" she moaned, trying to scream around the fat plug of cock in her mouth.
It was her father's turn to be electrified. He had only intended to beat his daughter into submission, so that she would give him a good blowjob. But the sensations that went through his swollen cock when he hit her! That pain-groan of hers had felt better than anything that had happened to his cock for the last fifteen years.
"I told you to give me head, and you're going to give me head!" he told the shivering girl. Her fear seemed to be transmitting itself in more than physical ways into the hard bar of his cock. Her quaking stirred the huge prick deliciously, but there was something ... more. It made him feel eleven feet tall.
Whir-crack! went the belt. This time it slashed at an already-puffed buttcheek. The girl squealed this time and half-rolled. Her jaws and throat-muscles worked involuntarily around the thick cock. Again the belt snapped and cut at her tender flesh, and her tongue came out of hiding in a mindless attempt to give voice to a scream, release the terrible agonies built up in her nubile young body.
The struggling tongue pushed against the rope-like swelling on the underside of her father's cock. Her saliva like wet fire set his nerves alight with joy. "That's right, baby," Redmond groaned. "Tongue my prick good. That's what I call sucking."
Faster and faster the man whipped his supine daughter. No longer was he lashing at her nakedness for the sole purpose of making her thrill the prick in her mouth with her screams and struggles. Now it was a question which was turning him on more-the sucking and slurping and chewing his pain-frenzied daughter was giving his cock, or the sight and feel of her adolescent body writhing in agony under his lash.
What a turn-on it was to see her asscheeks squirm together in an ecstasy of pain as he flayed them with his leather strap, and then splay apart as he whipped her tender thighs and made her spread them to escape the punishment. How delightful when she rolled frantically to her side to ease the torture on her buttocks, only to have her boobs assailed with the biting belt! Sometimes he struck at the furry triangle of her pussy, tucked between her flailing thighs.
All the while Nancy was struggling hysterically to get away. She was scarcely aware of her father's prick being in her mouth. The agony overrode everything else. Her whole body was afire, and it felt as if the skin was being ripped from her in strips. And when the vicious tip of her father's belt touched her asshole or, once or twice, the vulnerable pinkness of her pussy lips-the attempted shriek of agony around Redmond's cock sent sledgehammer blows of pleasure to the base of his spine!
Almost worse was the mental torture. This was Nancy's father-her beloved, loving Daddy-who was doing these awful things to her. First he had tied and beaten her, then stuck his cock in her mouth-and now he was whipping her to make her suck on it more vigorously! She could somehow sense that much of the incredible passion she felt growing in his body came from Ms perverse, sadistic delight in causing his own daughter such terrible pain and humiliation.
Never flagging, the belt beat at the girl. Once she rolled completely over, goaded by the leather licking at tits and twat and redly-inflamed ass. The sensations that gave her father's prick were unbelievable!
They both could feel his orgasm building. The rolling, sucking, chewing motions that completely enveloped Redmond's prick were too much for him to hold back the load of jism coming to a seething boil in his balls. With frantic thrusts of his hips he began to fuck his prick in and out of Nancy's twisted face.
He's about to come ... he's about to come ... my own father is about to come in my mouth! The words pounded in Nancy's brain, like a counterpoint to the rhythmic cracking of the belt against her delicate flesh. She felt the head of his cock, seeming to glow with heat as it slid down her throat, swell from the rush of blood as her father's passion soared. The cock slid out again till just the flared head remained, trapped by the pearly, even teeth. Then it went in, every bit of it, with a decisiveness that made Nancy gasp. At the same instant an incredibly powerful blow struck right on the scarlet crevice between the demiglobes of her ass. The girl's muffled gasp turned into a muffled scream.
Her father came.
The first jet of jism seemed to go right to Nancy's stomach in a sizzling stream. The second coated the whole inside of her gagging, constricting throat. The next filled it. The fourth filled her mouth. Come began to leak out of her distended lips, around the girth of the fountaining cock.
No more fucking his mammoth prick in and out of his daughter's face. Redmond held perfectly still as the involuntary spasming of the teenager's throat milked the jism from his prick. He couldn't stop coming! Then some of the acrid torrent got into the girl's nose, and she broke into a coughing fit. More incandescent sensations caressed Redmond's cock and crawled up his spine.
At last the huge charge of semen and sperm stored in his nuts was exhausted. Still, his cock gave a half-dozen gut wrenching throbs of orgasm before subsiding. With a sigh, he pulled his enormous prick slowly out of his daughter's face.
A cascade of jism leaked from her mouth and poured over her cheek onto the table. It formed a little pool against the cheek that was pressed flat on the ping-pong table. Nancy opened her eyes again as the cock came out with a small slurp. It bounced off the tabletop with a rubbery sound, and then slid away, as limp as the belt hanging from her father's big hand.
A rivulet of rank come ran from the girl's nostrils. Her father's come filled her mouth and throat as pain filled her body. Somehow this come didn't taste as sweet as her brother's had.
"Well, you gave me a good suck after all," her father commented smugly, stuffing his flaccid cock back in his trousers and zipping his fly. "Now I'm going to phone the Proctor Reform School. You're going away for a long time, sweetheart, and I hope they have to beat the wanton depravity out of you!"
You stinking hypocrite! Nancy wanted to shout. "Wanton depravity" indeed-coming from a man who'd just tied up and orally raped his own teenaged daughter, while beating her black and blue.
Her cozy, comfortable life had change irrevocably. So had her perceptions of the people in it-her relatives, her loved ones, the folk she cared about and thought cared about her.
It was cruel to have her illusions dispelled.
She spat to clear her mouth of the foul taste of her father's come. The big man went out without even closing the door. She could hear him pick up the phone in the bedroom down the hall, dial a number. There was a pause, and then she heard his voice saying, "Hello, Proctor Reform School for Girls?"
Odd, she thought, I don't hate him. All I feel is contempt.
Just contempt.