Chapter 1
"I'll give you one more chance to tell me the truth, Debby," her father exclaimed, poised angrily in the center of the room.
"I've told you everything, Daddy," she replied, almost defiantly. "There wasn't anybody here today but me."
A vicious slap knocked her across the room. She reeled around, spinning toward her bed where she fell flat on her face atop the mattress.
She couldn't believe it. Her father had actually struck her with the palm of his hand! The imprint on her cheek burned crimson. How could he have possibly done such a thing? Slowly she turned back toward him, her fingers touching her tender face.
"Why, Daddy?" she asked him, her eyes full of pain.
"Why do you think I did it?" he demanded. "How many times do you expect me to listen to your lies before I do something about them?"
"But I didn't lie to you!" Debby insisted.
He didn't believe her. She had never seen her father so angry, no matter what she had ever done.
She hadn't actually lied to him-well, not really very much, and certainly no more than she had needed to protect her friends.
The hem of her pajama tops pulled up onto her naked ass-cheeks, exposing the creaminess of her bare skin. Firm rounded flesh flanked both sides of her asscrack, while between her closed legs, Edward, her father, could just see a fuzz of blonde cunt-hair peeking out.
The sheer salmon-colored baby-doll pajama top did little to hide her tits, and her nipples and their halos showed right through. Even the shadows under the plump curves of her tits could be seen clearly, from the center of the room. Her tits weren't large, barely more than upturned teacups, but the flesh was firm and tight. Her nipples jutted out as if in a constant state of excitement, driven by new hormones that were flowing through her blood. Her areolas were barely darker than the pink flesh that surrounded them, and formed bases for the tinier, darker nubs.
Debby pulled her pajamas down into her lap to cover the wispy blonde hair of her cunt. She looked down at the hem of the garment where it covered only the top three inches of her thighs.
Edward watched his daughter. There was no doubt that she could make a cock hard. His own prick was throbbing at the sight of her cunt and tits, and from the evidence he had, someone was getting an even better look than he. It drove him almost made every time he thought about what he had found.
"I'm waiting, Debby," Edward reminded her.
She glanced up. His face was flushed with his mouth twisted tight. His eyes were ablaze with frustration at his young daughter, and Debby realized she better speak up.
"A couple of friends stopped by," she admitted. "Nobody important. They didn't stay but just a little while."
"Who were they?" he demanded.
Debby gulped. There was no way her father was going to accept a boy being in the house while he was at work. It wouldn't matter that Janie had been with him or that Debby hadn't even stayed in the house.
"It was Janie and one of her other girlfriends," Debby lied, knowing when she said it that it was wrong.
She didn't like having to deceive her father, but now that it had happened, she felt that she had no other choice. Darn Janie, anyway! she thought. Janie would just have to find somewhere else to take her boys to fuck.
It was like her father knew she was lying. As soon as she told him that it had been two girls at the house, his whole face puffed up and went red. He looked like he was about to explode. Whatever trouble she had been in, she had just made it worse by telling him what had evidently been an obvious lie.
But how did he know? Debby had cleaned up the sheets stained with Janie's cunt-juice, and had even finished washing them before her father had come home. Was there something she had overlooked?
"You stay right there!" he shouted, and whirled around to stalk out of the room.
Behind him, he slammed her door shut so violently that it shook the panes of glass in the window. Debby started to leap up to follow to see where he was going, but thought better of it when she remembered his anger-crazed eyes. Whatever it was that was stoking his wrath, she better not mess with it now. Let him shout and get it out of his system, then they could go off on vacation and forget the whole thing.
She heard his feet stomping back down the hallway. Outside, the cold wind from the lake whistled through the eaves of the two-story house. With her father angry at her, it was a lonely feeling out there more than a mile from the nearest neighbor.
He almost took the hinges off the door when he barged back in. His hand clutched something so tightly that his fingers were turning white.
"One last time, Debby," he threatened. "Who was at this house today?"
She was trapped by her own falsehood. Not only would telling him the truth now anger him even further, but she would have to admit that she had lied to him as well, "Just Janie and another girl," she answered, knowing that he wouldn't believe her.
"What type of girl wears a goddamn rubber!" he shouted, opening his hand and thrusting it toward her.
In his palm was the paper wrapper from a rubber that a boy would wear on his cock.
"Where did that come from?" she gasped.
"It was in the bathroom!" he growled, his hand closing into a fist around the offensive paper. "It was lying right there on the floor. Whoever your goddamn girlfriend is, she didn't have the decency to throw the wrapper in the wastebasket when she put a rubber on her cock!"
What could she say? Her father had proof that she had lied right there in his fist. There was nothing she could do now except admit what had happened.
"I didn't want to let her do it, Daddy," Debby whined. "But how do you tell your best friend, no? When Janie asked if she could bring a boy over, I thought they were just going to kiss and . . . things. I didn't know that they were going to do anything else until I got back to the house and it was already over."
"You mean it was Janie that was fucking here in my house, not you?" he said sarcastically.
For the first time, Debby realized how much trouble she might be in. It had never occurred to her that her father would think it was her who was sucking and fucking cocks while he was gone.
"You don't believe it was me, do you, Daddy?" she asked incredulously.
"No more than I thought that you would be bringing boys here at all," he accused. "And no more than I thought you would stand there and tell me one lie after another. After you ran away last month, I started watching you more closely, and it's amazing how much of a fool I've been. I thought I could trust you more than all the other split-tailed little girls chasing prick most of the time. It turned out that I was wrong."
Janie again! Debby moaned to herself. But there wasn't any use in arguing that another time. She had tried for a week to explain to her father that it had been Janie that ran away, and that she had been just trying to bring Janie back. But when the policeman caught them, both of them had been in the bus station and she had been carrying one of Janie's bags.
"You didn't answer me," her father said sternly as Debby remained sitting on the edge of the bed. "Are you saying it was Janie that was here fucking cock, and that you didn't know it was going on?"
Debby nodded reluctantly, pulling her feet up onto the bed. She was so caught up in the embarrassing situation that she didn't notice that her crossed legs had pushed up the hem of her gown. Edward stared down at her, his eyes drawn to the lips of her cunt. The golden hair of her pussy hadn't yet formed into a pelt, and just followed along the sides of her cunt-slit. The strands were so fair that from where he stood he could barely make them out. They did nothing to hide the pouting mouth of her pussy, which looked delicious enough to eat.
"And I suppose you're a still a virgin?" he asked, not believing it for a minute.
Again, Debby wasn't sure what to say. She hadn't ever actually fucked, although she had once had a cock in her cunt. Her cousin Jimmy had come to her room at her uncle's farmhouse one night when she had been asleep. It was during the month after her mother had died, and her father had been living in town. She hadn't awakened until Jimmy was on top of her and had jammed his stiff prick in her cunt. Her poor pussy had bled for almost an hour after she had twisted away.
"Daddy, I haven't fucked anyone!" she cried, her eyes pleading with him to believe her.
"So you're still a virgin, are you?"
"Yes," she answered weakly, then noticed that her pussy was uncovered. She pulled down the hem of her pajamas, hoping he hadn't seen.
Again, he whirled around and walked from the room. Down the hall, the door to his bedroom banged open, and she heard him throwing things around. Then his door slammed again and he stalked back to Debby's room with four neckties gripped tightly in one hand.
"What are you going to do?" she gasped when he stormed into the room.
He was coming straight at her, covering the room in giant strides.
"I'm going to see for myself since I can't believe a damn thing you say!" he growled at her as he reached the side of the bed.
His body kept moving forward, his firm stomach rammed into her face and his leg banged into her tits. Debby went over backward onto the mattress of the bed. Now he straddled her, one knee on each side of her chest. Roughly, he grabbed her right arm and looped one of the neckties around her thin wrist. He sprawled out to his left, and tied the other end of the necktie to the post of the bed.
"Daddy!" she screamed. "What are you doing!"
"I'm going to find out if you've even lied to me about being a virgin. We're going to see if you're my innocent little daughter, or just another slut from the street!"
Edward tied her second arm to the opposite bedpost, then scooted down his daughter's left leg. She tried to kick at him with the other, but he knocked it roughly aside. Both of the remaining ties had already been knotted, and he slipped Debby's left foot into one of the loops. The loose end he tied around one of the bed posts at the foot of the bed, then bound her right leg in the same way. Not completely satisfied with his work, he checked each of the four bindings and tightened them further until Debby was stretched tautly atop the mattress without an inch of give.
"Daddy, please! I don't like to be tied up. It makes me scared!" Debby whimpered.
Her arms were drawn back from her shoulders, stretching her armpits tightly as her hands were pulled up to the posts at the head of the bed. But it was the position of her legs that bothered her the most. They were stretched out from her hips, spread-eagling her atop the mattress. The gown of her baby-doll pajamas wasn't long enough to reach to the bottom of her hips now that her shoulders were pushed up, making the cloth rise. The hem of the garment had ridden all the way up to the top of her pouting pussy-slit, and the lips of her cunt were bulging out noticeably through her faint pussy hair.
Edward stared directly at his daughter's pussy. Her blonde pussy-hair just fringed along the tight pink of her cunt-slit and her pussy-lips were spread by the position of her legs.
He had seen her pussy a lot of times before, but not since she had begun to turn into a woman. The last time he had taken a good look between her legs, the skin had been hairless, but now the thing looked good enough to fuck. And if what he suspected was true, somebody had been doing just that.
"We'll just take a look and see how much of a virgin you really are," Edward said, scooting on his knees up between his daughter's thighs.
Debby's eyes bulged so big they looked like they were about to pop out when his large hand lifted and started heading for her cunt.
"You can't do that!" she exclaimed. "You're my father!"
Her words made him so angry that he lashed out and slapped her hard on the left side of her hip.
"I've spent half my goddamn life raising you, spending every bit of the money I made. And now you're telling me I don't have the right to touch you. And at the same time, you've even thrown away the wrapper for the rubber he screwed you with. He leaves it on the floor for your goddamn father to pick up for him!"
"I didn't fuck anybody!" Debby cried. " was Janie!"
"Yeah, I remember," he answered sarcastically. "You're still a virgin. Well, I'm going to find out about that for myself. And if you haven't told me the truth about that, Debby, it's going to be the last lie you tell me for a long, long time. I'm going to teach you some respect and discipline that you should have learned as a child."
"Don't, Daddy!" Debby screamed as his hand pawed at her teenaged cunt.
One of his fingers glided down her pussy-crack until it nuzzled up against the opening of her little fuck-hole. Debby felt it prod her, slowly pushing her pussy-folds aside as it made its way into her cunt-hole a little bit at a time. It didn't hurt-she had finger-fucked herself a lot of times, and once she had even managed to get three fingers inside by putting lotion on her hand. But this finger was larger and rough-skinned and-even worse-it was her own father's hand.
"Just what I thought," he said grimly, when he had shoved his finger all the way inside her cunt.
His fingertip hadn't stopped, and its way had been greased by the pussy juices that always seemed to flow from her constantly excited pussy-hole.
"What's wrong?" Debby asked, suddenly fearful of what he might have found.
He drew his hand back from her pussy. The serious look on his face made her frightened that he might have found something terribly wrong. Was she deformed in some way that she didn't understand? Was her pussy somehow different from those of other women he had known and fucked?
He stood over her at the side of the bed, looking down with a scowl. Then, still not speaking, he slowly began untying her left leg.
He was going to set her free! Debby breathed a sigh of relief. But when her left leg was free, he pulled it to the right. There, he tied it to the bedpost where her right one was still bound. His fingers worked on the other tie. When it was free, her jerked her right leg to the other side of the bed, forcing her ass to roll into the air. Her hands were still tied, so she was twisted painfully at the wrist until he worked the same transfer with the ties on her arms.
Debby lay face-down on the blanket, stretched so tightly that her face was driven into the mattress. Her father looped an arm under her belly and lifted, then forced a pillow in under the front of her hips. It raised her naked ass high off the bed.
Debby moaned. The new position dragged her little nightgown clear up to her waist. She knew that her ass must appear like a full moon, with the lips of her cunt showing behind.
Then came a sound that struck fear into her. She hadn't heard it since she had been a young child. Her father was ripping his wide leather belt from the loops of his trousers.
"Don't spank me, Daddy!" she wailed.
"You should have thought about that before lying to me about not being a slut," he growled without an ounce of kindness or understanding in his words. "I told you that you would pay for it if you lied to me again. It may take a week, but I'm going to teach you some humility and respect."
"But Daddy," she said. "We're supposed to leave tomorrow to visit cousin Grace."
"That's right," her father replied. "All of your friends think you'll be gone, and they won't be coming around. I'll call my brother and tell him we can't make it. Nobody will disturb us for weeks. That's one of the advantages of living way out here by ourselves on the lake."
It was true. Debby had already told everybody she knew that she would be gone. There wouldn't even be a telephone call.
"So it's just you and me, kid," Edward laughed. "Me and my lying daughter. I gave you a last chance when I asked if you were a virgin, and you still just lied through your teeth. I checked it out, Debby -- there isn't any cherry up that slutty little cunt. There's been a cock fucking in there already, no matter what you say."
"Not really, Daddy," she answered desperately, her mind still on the belt he must be now holding in his hand. "One time cousin Jimmy crawled in bed with me when I was asleep, and I think he put it in before I woke up. But as soon as I knew he was there, I got away. He didn't fuck me, even though he made me bleed."
"Bullshit!" her father screamed. "And what's more, I don't even care! I'm tired of trying to sort out your lies from the truth, and having to go down to the police station to bring you home when you try to run away. You're going to find, little girl, that you've been fooling with the wrong man. By the time I'm through with you, you're going to learn what both discipline and a cock is all about."