Chapter 3
Edward had been ready for his daughter's latest escapade. In the two years since his wife's death, he had showered as much attention as possible on the young girl, hoping to ease the loss of her mother. Still Debby had grown up and away from him, taking on an air of greater and greater independence as the months rolled by. While he might have accepted this in certain directions, what he saw as Debby's irresponsibility bothered him deeply.
Having to pick her up at the police station recently had almost been the final straw. But when he tried to talk to her about it, all he got was denials and a long story about talking to the other girl in an effort to get her to go home.
Edward had brooded about it for days, then decided that something had to be done. His anger had been fired, and all of the books advising softness and attention to children hadn't done a bit of good. He realized he had given her plenty of attention but very little discipline to show the girl she had a responsibility to obey.
A magazine he had picked up in an adult book store several years before was still in the bottom of the closet in his bedroom. He had dragged it out from under the clutter, then, late one night, had looked through it after he had gone to bed. It was actually a catalog of bondage and discipline paraphernalia, illustrated by a near-naked woman bound up in devices and chains. He had filled out a long order form and mailed it off, but by the time the boxes arrived, he and Debby had been on better terms.
He had waited, sure that her defiance would surface again. It didn't take long. That afternoon, he had found the crumpled wrapper from a rubber on the floor of the bathroom down the hall. And then the little bitch had lied to him about everything that he had asked. Time after time, he had given her a chance to tell him the truth. And when he had finally stuck his finger into her cunt-hole and found out she had lied about being a virgin, that had done it.
After showing her what a real cock was like, he had locked her in the storage closet downstairs and prepared the house for her training. It would be weeks before anyone knew the two of them were still at the lake home, and in that time he could teach her everything she needed to know.
Debby groaned. The blood had drained to her head and left her dizzy. Everything in the room was twisted about. Her sight was so distorted that she had trouble making out even the familiar things in her bedroom. Nothing appeared the same when she looked at it upside-down.
She was mounted to the wall at the head of her bed. Four clamps had been bolted through the plaster into the wall braces, and they held her tightly by her wrists and ankles. By pressing with her hands, she could keep some of her weight off the iron cuffs. Otherwise the metal clamps bit into her flesh so sharply that she wanted to scream.
Her feet were only a few inches from the ceiling, and her hands about the same distance from the mattress. She was totally naked, her pajama tops having been ripped from her tits before her father had levered her into place. Then he had left her upside-down against the wall, growing ever more dizzy by the minute.
Everything had happened so fast. Before she had known it, she had been tied to the bed with her father fucking her from behind, and now she was locked to the wall as if her bedroom was some kind of medieval dungeon.
A movement caught her attention. Her father was coming back into the room.
"Daddy, my head hurts!" Debby groaned. "Being upside-down makes me all dizzy!"
He laughed. There was something strange about the way he sounded and the way he acted. Even how he was dressed left her confused. She had never seen his black leather outfit before. It was adorned with small silver chains. His chest was crossed by two broad straps and he wore a loose leather vest. The pants were nothing more than tight shorts, which bulged heavily from his cock and balls. In his hand was a long, wicked-looking riding crop.
"Doesn't my little girl like her new position?" he chided her. "Everything seemed to be all right when you were having things all your way. Maybe you're one of this new generation of girls that only want to be on top."
He laughed like it was the funniest joke ever told. Debby groaned again, trying to shift her hands to take more weight off her feet. The iron clamps were biting into the flesh of her ankle and were beginning to chafe at her skin.
"Please, Daddy!" she begged, trying to focus on his upside-down image. "I don't know why you're doing this to me. I'm your daughter."
"That's it, exactly," he growled back at her as he approached the bed. "You're my daughter and I'm sick of the abuse. I tried to be nice to you, and all I get is a pack of lies. I'm tired of you treating me like some stupid adult only here to give you money and a place to live. And bringing boys in here and fucking them was the last straw, when I've done without cunt for two years because I didn't want you to feel bad about your mother."
"But I didn't do anything, Daddy!" she pleaded. "It was Janie that was here with the boy!"
"Shut your goddamn mouth!" he swore at her. "I'm tired of listening to your lies!"
He stepped up onto the bed and came toward her, swinging the riding crop with his hand. It slashed across Debby's naked stretched stomach and burned a scarlet line into her skin.
"Aaeeeiii!" the young bound girl screamed, as fire from the lash etched into her skin.
The belt had been bad enough, but at least that strap had been wide. The thin riding crop concentrated the blow into a line only a fraction of an inch across. It bit rather than smacked, and her body thrashed about from the pain. Her hands slipped from the board that supported her, and all of her weight went onto the metal clamps. Her skin scraped away and it felt like the bones in her ankles and feet would break. Quickly she straightened her arms and drove her hands into the board. The relief for her wrist and ankles was immediate, but it did nothing for the agony of her whipped skin.
"It's time you learned what life is all about," Edward said sternly as he stroked across the front of her body with the crop. "And your daddy is going to teach you everything you need to know."
The words themselves weren't threatening, but there was a tone in his voice that frightened Debby. Punctuated by the touch of the riding crop, it scared her half to death.
The tip of the crop was playing at her navel, brushing across the tiny indentation, then poking inside. It felt as if it had been shoved into her guts. Then the brutal whipping instrument pulled out and ran down onto the skin of her chest. First one tit then the other was circled before the wicked leather end crept up onto the nipple of her right tit.
It brushed against her tender tit-tip. The riding crop teased at her nipple until it was standing stiff. The skin of her areola crinkled from the stimulation, and it was almost as if someone had given her tit a good suck.
"You like it," her father accused her. "It turns you on to have me play with your tit with a whip."
"No!" Debby protested.
How could she explain to him that the touch was like that of a rough sweater. Any friction on her nipple made the thing stand stiff. She had almost prayed for control of it before, when the nubs would cause bumps in her sweaters at school.
"Don't he to me!" he snapped, and slapped the riding crop across the top of her tit. The blow hadn't been sharp, but her flesh was tender, and the pain made her grind her teeth.
The nipple of her other tit was popped by the whip, spreading the agony across her chest. Then it was her stomach and finally the insides of her legs that felt the kiss of the whip. Everywhere it touched, lines of fire were burned into her skin.
Then her pussy erupted in pain. She shrieked at the excruciating agony. Her father had slapped the riding crop right into her cunt gash and the thin spine had slashed against her clit.
"Daddy!" she screamed, her dizzy mind going blank from the pain. The burning in her cunt-slit was so intense that she was afraid she might pass out.
He ignored her, though another slap didn't come. Instead, the tip of the riding crop began playing around in her pussy-slit. It rubbed against the bruised nub of her clit, circling her little bundle of sex nerves, before gliding down the pink flesh to prod at the opening of her cunt-hole. The juices and cum from her father's rape had left her cunt mouth wet. Without effort, the tip of the crop slid into her pussy and prodded deeply in her fuck-hole.
"Does that feel like one of those little boy cocks?" Edward taunted her. "Is that what it's like to be fucked with one of those poor excuses for a prick? It isn't anything like the cock of a real man, is it, Daughter? You know that, now that you've been fucked by mine."
Debby shuddered. Of course it didn't feel as big as his rampant cock, which had plundered her poor pussy. But the feel of the awful thing inside her was enough to almost make her wild with fear. She remembered what it had done to her skin just seconds before, and there hadn't even really been strength in the blows. By just snapping it into her, her father had caused her terrible pain.
The riding crop emerged from her cunt, its shaft wet from the juices of her pussy. Its tip dipped down her body and stroked across her left cheek. Then it rode up onto her lips, leaving a trail of cunt-juices on her face.
"Lick it!" Edward ordered. "Suck your own pussy-juices from its shaft."
When she didn't open her mouth immediately, he forced the end of the riding crop through her lips. It pushed painfully against her gums until she opened her mouth and took it in. It was like playing homage to the evil that had tortured her skin.
"You do that real good, Daughter," her father sneered down at her. "Maybe it's because you've been practicing on little-boy dicks. Well, your pussy found out what a real prick was like.
Maybe it's time your mouth did the same."
Debby gulped, a painful process, since she was hanging upside-down. She had understood him all too well this time-he was planning on putting his cock inside her mouth. That was something only a few of the girls at school had ever giggled about, and too many times Debby had heard one of them brand another as a cocksucker. They had treated it as something dirty, and Debby had thought she would never have the courage to try it out for herself.
And now her father was going to take any choice from her-he was going to fuck her in the mouth.
"Daddy, I've never done anything like that!" she whined, hoping to break through his unnatural lust.
But he was already unsnapping the codpiece that held his cock trapped inside his pants. When his prick fell out of the opened material, it was already raging hard. It jutted into her left tit as he stood there on the bed.
"Well, you're going to do it now," he laughed cruelly. "It's time you learned to let a man fuck your face!"
There was nothing she could do. She was pinned against the wall and all of her efforts were in vain. As he dropped to his knees in front of her, Debby closed her eyes and felt his cockhead drag down her body. When he was positioned on his knees next to her, the end of his prick rubbed against her cheek.
She didn't want to see, but her eyes opened anyway. She looked right into the sac of his balls. Hair sprouted all over the fleshy bag, and above it was the massive bridge of his cock. On the underside of his cock, a thick ridge of rigid flesh looked like a steel bar beneath the skin as it ran from his balls clear up to the base of his cockhead.
"Open your fucking mouth!" he snarled at her, and slapped her roughly on her other cheek when she didn't comply.
The blow knocked open her jaws, and her father immediately thrust his cock through her lips.
His thick prickhead slid between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Debby gulped at the size of the fleshy monster invading her, and her lips closed down on his cock. The throbbing head at the end of his cockshaft was hot in her mouth, and the flesh of his cockhead was rubbery to the touch. It pressed upward against her tongue, and again she was surprised at the lack of taste. The musky smell of his crotch was much more evident than any taste to his prick in her mouth. She had imagined something slimy and dirty, and was pleased that it wasn't that way. Except for knowing the difference, she could have almost been sucking a thick thumb.
"That's right," he hissed at her. "Close your mouth around it and make a face-pussy for me to fuck. Suck on it while I'm fucking your mouth or I'll use the riding crop until you do."
Debby sucked down on his cock, trying to imagine it was a thick straw. Her lips, then her tongue and the roof of her mouth, closed around the monstrous thing. Her cheeks sank in as she gulped down the air, making a tight fit for the invading prick.
His bulky cockhead ran all the way to her gullet, forcing her tongue against the bottom of her mouth. It bulged there, straining against the opening to her throat, and for a second, Debby was afraid he might try to push it on into her neck. But then his cockhead retreated.
"Damn, that's a tight teenaged mouth!" her father cursed, hanging his cockhead right in her lips. "I don't know whether I've ever fucked a face that made my prick feel so good."
The words had an odd effect on Debby. Something inside of her wanted to feel proud that her father thought she was so good. But it was her mouth that he was talking about and his cock that was fucking through her teeth, and she knew that was all wrong. And all the while, he had her clamped to the wall as if she was a prisoner in his dungeon. He had hurt her pussy with his cock and had beat her with the riding crop and his belt. Whatever pleasure she got from his words was countered sharply by that.
His cock plunged back into her oral grip. Saliva greased its way past her tongue. The knob of his prickhead beat against the back of her mouth before retreating to plunge home again. The face-fucking was underway, and all Debby could do was keep her mouth sucked down into a face-cunt.
"Oh, this is great!" Edward said, grunting with each cock-thrust into his daughter's lips.
The little bitch was afraid of the riding crop and was sucking down hard with her mouth. His cock throbbed in the wet cavity and every nerve in his prick was alive. His balls hung as heavy as steel marbles and were dying to give up their sperm. He was up on his knees, firm against her body, as he held onto her legs and drove his cock into her mouth. Why he had ever let the young slut go looking for other cock, he just didn't understand. He should have been fucking her cunt-hole and mouth for the past couple of years instead of doing without.
Debby's face and head felt bombarded with flesh. Heavy balls slapped into her forehead and the top of her head. Her mouth was stretched wide by his prickmeat. The firmness of his belly hammered against her chin with each thrust. And all the time, her mind spun dizzily from being upside-down. The clamps left traces of blood on her ankles, and her hands and arms were beginning to cramp. Debby felt royally fucked in more ways than one.
"Jesus H. Christ!" her father hissed. "Your fucking face is better than a cunt! I feel like fucking you until your teeth fall out!"
Debby almost gagged. His cockhead had rammed tightly against the opening to her throat. It paused there for a second, then retreated again, but only to come thundering back in. His prick was like a piston beating in the cylinder of her mouth, squeezing spit from the sides of her lips.
Suddenly her father's face dipped into Debby's pussy and his tongue ran deeply inside. All the time he had been fucking into her lips, her juicy cunt crack had been hovering near his face. His mouth ravaged the tender pink flesh, his teeth nipping and his lips pulling at her clit. His tongue was stiff and prodding, jamming deeply into her cunt-hole.
"Mmmmph!" Debby mumbled around her mouthful of cock.
She wanted to beg her father to stop licking and tongue-fucking her cunt. The chilling sensations he was causing rocketed throughout her belly and sent lightning bolts into her cunt and ass. It frightened her, even more than the cock fucking into her mouth. She didn't understand what was happening: she was scared by her own reactions.
But his cock kept humping. It drove firmly past her tongue and into the back of her mouth. It pistoned into her like her mouth was a pussy it was determined to fuck. The hard hammering felt like it was bruising the flesh at the opening to her throat. Spit sloshed in her mouth and she tried desperately to swallow. In doing so, she clamped down even harder on his prick.
"That's right!" he shouted, and his strokes hammered even harder. "Suck on my goddamn prick and make me cum in your mouth!"
Unbelievably, his already-massive cock was swelling in her mouth.
"I'm about to cum!" her father exclaimed. "I'm about to cream your throat!"
Even with the warning, Debby wasn't ready for the blast of cum. It splashed into the back of her mouth suddenly and backwashed across her tongue. She had to swallow or be choked, so she gulped the sticky stuff down. But as soon as she got her mouth cleared of the jism, another thick wad of it shot in. Again and again, she swallowed, trying to keep her throat clear for breath. It seemed like almost a cup of the stringy stuff blasted from the end of his cock. Her father's face had whipped from her pussy as his back arched. His fingers bit harshly into her pinned legs as he pounded her mouth with his prick.
Finally he collapsed back onto the bed. He lay there gasping as Debby looked on from her position on the wall. Images spun around in her head, and bright lights seemed to be popping all around. Finally she fell into unconsciousness and slumped heavily against the metal clamps.